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		<title>The Annual Calendar, The 10 Month Fog, and Postpartum Depression</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>In 2005, I started making calendars for the grandparents (and for ourselves) every Christmas. It&#8217;s this wonderful, neck cricking tradition where I pour over all of the photos from the year, trying to pick only the 20 or so best ones. I always end up in a very melancholy place while doing this because looking at the moments that are gone and the children that just keep growing is terribly sad to me. I know. Perhaps this should not be, [...]</p>
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<p>In 2005, I started making calendars for the grandparents (and for ourselves) every Christmas. It&#8217;s this wonderful, neck cricking tradition where I pour over all of the photos from the year, trying to pick only the 20 or so best ones. I always end up in a very melancholy place while doing this because looking at the moments that are gone and the children that just keep growing is terribly sad to me. I know. Perhaps this should not be, but I can&#8217;t help it. I look at these fun old moments, and my favorites really aren&#8217;t calendar worthy, so I choose the ones that look like calendar pictures.</p>
<p>This year Amy is in charge of the calendar for that side of the family. She has asked me for six or more photos. Well, you know I can&#8217;t narrow it to 6, but I did my best.</p>
<p>For some reason, as I went back over these, this one memory stuck in my head, so I feel like I should share it.</p>
<p>I was sitting at my 6 week postpartum appointment, (14 months ago) feeling much better than I&#8217;d felt in&#8230;..well, 6 weeks. I had finally started taking iron pills again, and it was making a world of difference.</p>
<p>The midwife and the doc-in-traiing-of-the-day gave me the good ol&#8217; postpartum depression questionnaire.  &#8220;Do you have feelings of hopelessness?&#8221; &#8220;Do you want to hurt yourself?&#8221; &#8220;Do you feel depressed?&#8221;  etc. etc.</p>
<p>I answered the questions as truthfully as I could, while still trying to maintain my integrity&#8230;..can&#8217;t be done&#8230;.</p>
<p>She looked at me, wearing my biggest, brightest April smile, and she said, &#8220;Well, you failed the quiz, but you look okay. Are you okay?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, I haven&#8217;t really been okay,&#8221; I told her, &#8220;but they sent me home from the hospital with no iron pills, and I was too far gone to understand the mistake and fix it. So I have four small children, I&#8217;m breastfeeding, I&#8217;ve been in pain, not sleeping, and I&#8217;m anemic. Who wouldn&#8217;t be depressed?  I&#8217;m just so incredibly tired, and I&#8217;ll be fine now that I&#8217;m taking iron again.&#8221;</p>
<p>My midwife also had four children, so she got it. We agreed I&#8217;d be fine, and that there was no way around the funk.</p>
<p>I wasn&#8217;t totally fine until THE WEEKEND. What happened on THE WEEKEND? Nonna came and weaned John David to bottles for me. She sent me out into the town while she stayed home and fed JD.</p>
<p>It was the strangest experience. It felt like leaving your house and forgetting your left arm. I jumped at the sound of every baby. I cried sometimes. I felt like I had done something terribly wrong, and I should run home and feed my baby! I was a little bit nuts!</p>
<p>I tried to enjoy it, and I did, but it was all so strange. My hormones were out of control. It was an experience I cannot describe. Eventually, we got him completely weaned, and suddenly it didn&#8217;t matter if I forgot my iron pills that day, or if I took only one instead of two or three. (I had a serious anemia problem).</p>
<p>I&#8217;m always telling postpartum women to not forget to take their iron. Ha! They probably think I&#8217;m crazy because not every woman needs them.</p>
<p>So most of the photos I chose for the calendar were from after the fog lifted. It was a 10 month&#8211;oh yeah&#8211;10 whole months&#8211; fog of crying, breastfeeding, dreaming about laundry, trying to get 4 small children out the door to take the kids to school or wherever. It was a year of learning how to multi-task, learning to accept my messy house, apologizing to Betty who was probably the only cleaning-lady in the neighborhood that knew and understood I could not get it all de-cluttered before she got there.</p>
<p>No, I don&#8217;t even have a cleaning-lady now, but I do hand out chores to the kids like candy.</p>
<p>It was a beautiful year, and it was the most stressful year I&#8217;ve ever been through, which is saying a lot considering all the year-long and half-year deployments we&#8217;ve weathered.</p>
<p>God got me through. Should I have been medicated?  huhuhuhuhuh uh-huh. Yeah. Definitely. But I really wanted to breastfeed my baby. Why? I don&#8217;t know. I can&#8217;t explain it. The same reason I want to do every little *best* thing there is to do. I like to drown myself in self-inflicted-pressure.</p>
<p>Am I okay now? Absolutely. I am more than okay. I am happy, blessed, and thankful. My house is still messy, but see, I&#8217;d rather have a fun blog and lots of children than a perfectly clean house. I was the girl that snubbed home-ec class (jokes on me) to take band and honors classes. My heart will never really be in the housekeeping. It&#8217;s important to me, but it&#8217;s not my gift, that&#8217;s for sure.</p>
<p>I love how God gives us all different gifts. We all complement each other, and that is how it is meant to be.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Amy, let me know if you have any trouble down loading the pictures from here.</p>
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<p>(There are also several great ones on the About Us page that we could use for the calendar.)</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>This one is my favorite, Amy. It was taken by a really sweet friend in Virginia, and it reminds me of a super fun phase of our life. I want to go back, but I know the right thing to do is to make this place happy too. I think we&#8217;re doing a good job of that. This is like a two-year vacation at the beach, really. Then it will be off and away, to where&#8211; we do not know yet.</p>
<p>&#8220;The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.&#8221;   John 3:8</p>
<p>What do you think about when you look at your past year?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</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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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg"> </a></p>
<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>Three months out from the new baby:  This is what my closet actually looks like right now.   Ah, Fall.  Who doesn&#8217;t love Fall?  The further north you live the more exciting it is!  (And also a little foreboding at the same time).     I love it just as much as anyone, and as CEO of our little abode, it is my duty to take stock of everyone&#8217;s closet situation each fall.  Then I must fill in the gaps, [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;">Three months out from the new baby:  This is what my closet actually looks like right now.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Ah, Fall.  Who doesn&#8217;t love Fall?  The further north you live the more exciting it is!  (And also a little foreboding at the same time).  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  I love it just as much as anyone, and as CEO of our little abode, it is my duty to take stock of everyone&#8217;s closet situation each fall.  Then I must fill in the gaps, as well as assess exactly what size jeans we all need!  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  It took me two weeks to do it, but I now officially have all closet assessments completed.  : )  I&#8217;m still not sure what size jeans everyone wears this year, but perhaps I&#8217;ll get that figured out this weekend.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  I wish I had taken photos of the mounds of 3T clothes I found in Dan&#8217;s storage bins.  Having two big bros paid off.  I actually hauled out three paper grocery bags of excess clothes.  Not kidding.  Who in the world needs 25 pairs of pants!!??  Daniel would like you all to know that he doesn&#8217;t need any new clothes whatsoever&#8230;probably until he graduates high school.  ; )</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;">He only needs a few fleece sleepers.  Note to my family: If you&#8217;re buying him one for Christmas, he will need 9/12 month ones at that point.  For now he is officially a 6/9 month size baby. </div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Joshua and Caleb were fairly easy as well.  Both Nana and Nonna have been shopping for us, so I will only have to buy pants if Joshua really has outgrown the 8 slims.  The verdict is still out on that since the boy lives in Adidas pants, and the 8s still seem to be long enough as far as those go.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  But, hello?  What happened to my clothing??  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Having 4 babies in 7 years happened, a pretty common plight to women, I suppose.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   I am three months out and 28 pounds down, but since I gained 40, most of my clothes still do not fit, especially fitted shirts and pants.  That weight does not fall off over night, it just doesn&#8217;t, but this closet is serious motivation to get my butt back in gear.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   Thanks to my closet, and to my disappointing return to Yoga Monday night, I have been on a real get-back-in-shape-roll this week.  </div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Yep, Monday night I started back to Yoga class.  Now if you&#8217;re picturing a relaxing evening of stretching, believe me when I tell you that&#8217;s not how I would describe this class.  Monica knows I have 15 pounds left to lose, and a postpartum gut to go with it, so she designed it to be a work-out!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  It was embarrassing.  I was a sweating, grunting, falling mess.  Forget &#8220;Warrior Pose&#8221;.  I was more like &#8220;Warrior Down&#8221;.  Help!  The warrior is shot!!!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Oh!  Plus she has her studio wall lined with&#8230;&#8230;MIRRORS.  The horror.  Have you ever had to watch yourself do Yoga, while the person beside you weighs about 100 pounds?  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   It&#8217;s rather humbling.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  But you know I&#8217;m not one to sit down and mope.  I took it as a wake-up call.  So Tuesday I went back to running, Wednesday I just walked, Thursday I ran a little further plus did an ab workout (which I should be doing about everyday), and today&#8230;.well, nothing so far, but I have plans!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  I really wish I could do the Fitness at the Park class with my friends, but alas, two babies make that prospect very intimidating.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Speaking of running, Joshua got all excited and wanted to go with me last night.  Of course, I thought that was great, but when we went outside he grabbed his bicycle.  I had to settle for him biking with me.  And you know what?  I ran faster and longer because I just didn&#8217;t want to let him down.  Ha! Isn&#8217;t that funny?  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   He was a great work-out buddy.  He purposefully rode slowly so that he could ride beside me and talk my ear off.  Of course, all he talked about was video games and Skylanders. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  A very wise mentor once told me to always listen without complaint to little boys droning on and on about such topics because this is your chance, while you&#8217;re still &#8216;in&#8217;.  If you let them know now that you are not interested in what you are saying, they will internalize that, &#8220;Mommy doesn&#8217;t want to hear about the things I care about&#8221;, and then when they are older you will be left out of the information you do want to hear about!  Thank you, Tracy Brown.  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   It&#8217;s funny.  All Joshua talks about is video games, but he hardly ever plays video games.  He plays them for 5-10 minutes tops, and then he&#8217;s back out on the trampoline, playing out all that he saw on his game.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   Caleb, on the other hand, would play them all day if we let him, but he doesn&#8217;t discuss them, never buys them, and never asks for them.  So many things I don&#8217;t understand!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">&#8230;..So we&#8217;ve heard some cute things lately, and of course I must share:</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">1.  While out running/riding a bike:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">    Joshua:  Oooo.  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">    Me:  Aw, poor squirrel (fresh roadkill)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   Joshua:  (stopping his bike)  I gotta see this.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   Me:  No!  Don&#8217;t touch it!  We never touch dead animals.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Joshua:  I wasn&#8217;t going to touch it.  I just want to see it.  I gotta stay.  I want to see a car run over it. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Me:  Ewwww! Oh, no, absolutely not.  Let&#8217;s go.  That would be awful.  Gross, Joshua!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Joshua:  *sigh*  That&#8217;s just because you&#8217;re a girl, and girls think everything is gross.  They&#8217;re always like &#8220;ewww gross&#8221; (in his best mimicking girl&#8217;s voice).</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">2.  Joshua:  I&#8217;m so excited I&#8217;m going to get a Skylanders&#8217; Swamp game.  All my friends have Skylanders, but don&#8217;t worry, I won&#8217;t ever buy the one that burps (He said his name, but I don&#8217;t recall), because I know you don&#8217;t like that.  Even if everybody else gets him, I won&#8217;t get him because I know you do not like him.   : )</div>
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		<title>Rainy Day Review</title>
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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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		<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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		<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>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<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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					<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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