tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49132659487526430342024-03-13T20:27:38.791-04:00Mom on the RunChrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-65181795410862525612012-11-22T13:25:00.002-05:002012-11-22T13:25:50.022-05:00Ok, So here I am, back in the blogging world - I really didn't disappear, I've just been changing careers - for the time being at least!!!<br />
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I used to blog in my spare time.<br />
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Last January I opened up a home daycare and have been crazy busy trying to keep on top of everything, and unfortunatly blogging fell by the wayside.<br />
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HOWEVER!!!<br />
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I think I'm back :)<br />
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That being said, something else I've discovered over the past year are something called Lovable Labels. These things are amazing, and they are having a Black Friday/Cyber Monday sale!!<br />
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I will be updating more soon, I promise!!! Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-31290879309365223602011-12-01T14:29:00.000-05:002011-12-01T14:29:46.403-05:00What was I thinking?So does anyone remember back in January? I think that's when I said that I was hoping to blog ore this year.....<br />
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What was I thinking?<br />
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Two busy kids.<br />
A dog<br />
Cooking<br />
Cleaning<br />
Volunteering<br />
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and then there is Facebook. Geez, that takes up WAY too much of my time!<br />
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So I'm making a new, early resolution!<br />
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I hope to get online and blog more than I have!!!<br />
That say's something!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-85315220593126148942011-04-30T22:40:00.000-04:002011-04-30T22:40:41.683-04:00Run Run RunSo a year ago my dad asked me to sign up for the Ottawa Army Run with him, so I signed up for the 5k, thinking "This is the motivation I need to start running again, since I haven't ran in about 10 years!" <br />
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3 weeks later I found out I was pregnant. So much for the running. <br />
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I did walk the Army 5k in 45 minutes (Read more <a href="http://mommywifeteacher.blogspot.com/2010/09/army-run-2010.html">HERE</a>)<br />
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Fast forward to March 2011. My Little Man is 2 months old, I have 30 pounds I want to lose, and I need to motivate myself. I registered for a race. What better way to get my @$$ in gear than to register for a race to start training for. The problem is, it is SO hard to train with two little ones and not enough hours or daylight in the day, or enough sunny days (we've had so much rain as so many of us have!)<br />
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This morning I woke up pretty excited that here I was going to do a 5k race, and my only goal was to beat my 43 minute time. I get my bib and chip and wander around for a bit wondering what the heck I'm doing racing without training and how am I ever going to finish. Oh well, I'm here now, so lets just do this.<br />
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So the race starts and I just go for it. Start with a decent pace and make it to 1km, then 2km before having to walk for a couple minutes to work out a stich. Then all of a sudden there is a water station, then the 3km mark! Holy Moly I'm more than half way! Holy Geez, look at that HILL!. I am so not happy about hills! I trudge up half the hill then stop to walk for a bit. I run the next little bit until I get to the bottom of the next HILL! Come on with the hills people! I walk up that hill, then see the final stretch. I know when I get to the top of the hill I can go all the way (about 800m) So off I go. Once I enter the fairgrounds I can see the finish line and power to the end, where the clock is ticking up to 37 minutes. <br />
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I am so proud of myself for setting a personal best! Not sure how I did overall as I rushed home to feed the little guy and not stretch near enough, so pardon me as I painfully unfold myself from the couch and head to bed!<br />
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No pictures from the race this time as I went alone, but I'll leave you with one of my two beautiful babes!<br />
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Just a few thoughts on my struggle.<br />
What are your thoughts or opinions or suggestions on the matter?<br />
I'm all ears (and a few tears today)<br />
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ChrissyChrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-38724275168885995522011-02-01T13:08:00.000-05:002011-02-01T13:08:25.664-05:00Sleepy time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDiGWfZZHKxXpmqvpzUE0qfvlTsBWn8EiyAc2e09o1d-pg3Pk_PeMLS63lZqEvMYiffpo1sIyrJZbbbt8dO5xyuoKKjVkGKpzTl7vyV8_ty0Qlfc23UJtv8eum1yLM8tsuEJ1VyqeEW27/s1600/DSC01721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDiGWfZZHKxXpmqvpzUE0qfvlTsBWn8EiyAc2e09o1d-pg3Pk_PeMLS63lZqEvMYiffpo1sIyrJZbbbt8dO5xyuoKKjVkGKpzTl7vyV8_ty0Qlfc23UJtv8eum1yLM8tsuEJ1VyqeEW27/s320/DSC01721.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">The youngest member of the family catching a few daytime zzzz's.</div><div align="center">Who am I kidding? He gets more than the rest of us!</div><div align="center">I really should be more tired than I am, I guess that's a good thing!</div>Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-87487869790846167892011-02-01T13:05:00.000-05:002011-02-01T13:05:41.431-05:00New and better pictures!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGed8s4Hg68dhtNnthuHK-jmnO-lhPtO8ublEFVkzm14U9_I0du_ogwwSilBuUZ7WpQbd2shGbrWKTufZCIxOgDGav9-UmyA4qylXAh514w5VfoouUR6txKhz35Cr5imfCWG_zfHwKL9t/s1600/DSC01746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGed8s4Hg68dhtNnthuHK-jmnO-lhPtO8ublEFVkzm14U9_I0du_ogwwSilBuUZ7WpQbd2shGbrWKTufZCIxOgDGav9-UmyA4qylXAh514w5VfoouUR6txKhz35Cr5imfCWG_zfHwKL9t/s320/DSC01746.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A quiet moment with the eyes finally open!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I am currently 37 weeks and 3 days into my pregnancy and am still feeling really good. I'm still in awe that I'm about to be a mommy to a son! So crazy!<br />
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Here I am at 36 weeks<br />
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And here is a picture of our little man in waiting!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Chrissy</div>Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-63287131215877077052010-10-28T08:36:00.000-04:002010-10-28T08:36:14.110-04:00SighI realize I've been a bad blogger of late. I have a lot going on, and I hope some of the stressors and guilt inducing situations will pass soon. <br />
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Things are going well otherwise. Week 27 finds me tired, emotional, and overall blah somedays. The little guy is a good little mover, but seems calmer than his sister was, so that's a bright spot - maybe he won't be as insane as his sister!!<br />
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Gearing up for Halloween, so hopefully we'll have some pictures for next week.<br />
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Just wanted to post that we're all still here, and doing relatively well!<br />
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ChrissyChrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-16126471736229109862010-09-24T09:00:00.000-04:002010-09-24T09:00:37.828-04:00Army Run 2010Sunday September 19th started bright and early for us all! My dad and step mom were in town and we were all getting up and gearing up for the 2010 Army run. I was participating in the 5k walk/run and Dad and Maria were doing the half marathon (crazy runners!)<br />
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We were out of the house shortly after 7, as the 5k started at 8am. Getting downtown doesn't typically take us that long, but when there are 14,000 runners, most of them doing the 5k, all looking for parking and spectator positions, it's a bit crazy! I jumped out of the car about a block from the starting line and walked over. I was a bit nervous and excited about the prospect of walking with 12,000 other people for such a great cause (supporting our wounded soldiers and their families), as well as the fact that this was my first race in 10 years! TEN YEARS! Even I can't believe that.... insane!<br />
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I found my way to the corrals and found a spot. Everyone was antsy and excited to start. I was all alone in a sea of people, but quickly a group of us started chatting. They couldn't believe I was walking the 5k and hoping to set a time at 22 weeks pregnant! GO ME!<br />
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The Cannon blows to start the race. All of ours hearts jump a beat as man, are those cannons LOUD!<br />
Slowly we start creeping towards the start line and I'm looking around to see if anyone I know is around. As if I'm actually going to see anyone, but there are Dad and Maria waving wildly at me :) It brought tears to my eyes. We yelled over everyone else to arrange a meeting spot as they would be starting around the time I would be finishing. And then I was on my own again.<br />
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People kept passing me, but I kept to my solid fast walking pace. I'd tried a wee jog again the day before the race and was too winded after a few hundred metres to even think about running most of the 5k, so I opted to walk the whole way. I was managing to pass some other walkers and was feeling great about myself. Around the 2k mark, I hear someone say "I've caught up to the pregnant lady!" It was one of the joggers from the starting line. Her pace was on par with mine, so we continued on together until her 10 minutes of jogging was up and she fell back into a walk. "See you later" we called to each other. <br />
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Meanwhile, I pass a "rest" station. There was a table chock full of Tim Horton's (read: YUMMY) donuts! In the middle of the race. Let me tell you, baby wanted one, but I resisted!!! I had to laugh at that though. A couple hundred metres later there was a potty station and I saw one woman waiting who was a few weeks more pregnant than I was waiting. I opted not to stop (there will be bathrooms at the end!!) as I was Setting a Time here people!!<br />
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Around the 4k mark my jogging buddy caught up to me again. I was thrilled to have someone to finish with, and told her she couldn't stop running. She only had 1 kilometre left, she could do it! We chatted and finished together, triumphantly, hugged, then parted ways. We all received medals in the form of dog tags, had our timer chips removed and were herded towards the food tent. When I finally made it out of the food tent with yummy carbs for my belly, I heard the cannon go again. The half marathon was starting. I really wanted to try to cheer on Dad and Maria, so for the first time that day, I RAN over to the race start line! (Boy, did I ever have to pee by this point too!) I watched until almost everyone was out, but I didn't see them :( I headed over to the designated meeting spot in hope of finding the family, but to no avail. There were soooo many people! I wandered for 25-30 minutes before stopping some poor kid on the street to borrow his iPhone to call the hubby. Luckily, the kid heard the phone ringing and told him, so we were able to meet up, and I was finally able to hit the bathroom!<br />
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When I crossed the finish line it read something along the line of 50 minutes. I was disappointed as I didn't think I was that far behind the 45 minute pace bunny. When I got over to the results listings, there were too many people to bother looking and I still hadn't found the hubby and kid. Once I finally found them, we stopped for a snack break and I heard all about the horrible parking experience that was downtown (took him an hour of driving around and around one way, half blocked off streets to find a spot!) He made it to the finish line at 54 minutes, and figured he'd missed me so went to wait. After our snack, the crowd had diminished from the results postings, so over I headed. I discovered that the time I crossed at was the actual Cannon time, so my time was actually better than that. I was so happy and proud of myself when I discovered my actual time was 45.13! Pretty good if I do say so myself. <br />
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Next summer though, I'm going to break 30 minutes!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidl2XcWI4GLkHSPB4Ta1B8l-oZIqMk455dDzkxrKSrfSHdKd8duUi5w9rmwYPygGNbu_rz9GdkLcjSRRX0PWoH3opIf9i0fqZO1zloT4bL8jsKL565TVbuLXGczf9LZUvP2B6ue0MC4mfD/s1600/DSC01332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidl2XcWI4GLkHSPB4Ta1B8l-oZIqMk455dDzkxrKSrfSHdKd8duUi5w9rmwYPygGNbu_rz9GdkLcjSRRX0PWoH3opIf9i0fqZO1zloT4bL8jsKL565TVbuLXGczf9LZUvP2B6ue0MC4mfD/s320/DSC01332.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Back at home in our shirts and medals</div>Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-36319903363485395912010-09-13T20:45:00.000-04:002010-09-13T20:45:33.283-04:00Okkatots Giveaway!I just entered the Okkatots giveaway at <a href="http://www.okkatots.com/">http://www.okkatots.com/</a> <br />
They are giving away one of their awesome child carriers, and (in my opinion) a really awesome looking diaper bag!! <br />
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Head on over to <a href="http://www.okkatots.com/">Okkatots</a> to enter by September 14th! <br />
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Hurry!<br />
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Go Now!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-43187669634095839362010-09-09T14:04:00.000-04:002010-09-09T14:04:29.610-04:00Playing Catch UpI'm going to try to make a real effot to play catch up on this blogging stuff. We had a pretty busy summer, and I hope to get a bunch of pictures posted with some explanations so you all can see how much fun we've had over the summer. <br />
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We spent a long weekend at the cottage, visiting with family and cousins who we haven't seen in quite a while. It was so great to swim in the lake, catch up on everyone's lives, and show off our little girl to some cousins who had only heard of her existence. <br />
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I finally got a really great shot of my grandmother with her Great-Grand daughter. I'm so pleased with how this one came out! Nan hates us taking pictures, but I got this one! She turned 84 this year, and Rebekah is 2. <br />
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And we finally have a four generations picture, of most of the girls in the family. My sister isn't here, but I'm still happy we have one, even if it's not the best, or completely complete yet.<br />
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This was the August long weekend. I will try to include more of the rest of the summer soon!<br />
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Thanks for the patience!<br />
ChrissyChrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-7155214705309131942010-08-30T10:09:00.000-04:002010-08-30T10:09:16.104-04:00August PostSo since it's been summer and I've been away from the blog-o-sphere, I figure I should give you at least one post for the month of August.<br />
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Sad to say, but when I've been at home I've been really bad at getting on to read or edit blogs. I don't have a good reason except for the little parasite we've been growing. I've spent countless precious hours napping, and it was heavenly. I'm back to work now and don't know what I'll do without my naps! <br />
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Update on the Parasite!<br />
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It's a BOY! <br />
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We're going to have our million dollar family, or our Nuclear family as James likes to say. <br />
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That being said, Little Miss' Big Girl Room is slowly coming together (we have a bedspread and sheets, my grandmother is refinishing some of my old furniture, and I think we have paint colours picked out!), and I've thought of a new design for the nursery. I wasn't going to change much in the nursery, but I came across some really cute Monkey designs and decor and I was sold. Even James agrees that the brown will look great with the yellow, so now I'm looking for great peel and stick wall decals, accessories etc, so if you know of anything, let me know!<br />
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I will get to posting pictures from our vacations soon. It was a great summer, complete with a trip to the cottage and a week in New Hampshire. We had fun, but am sad to say it is now over!<br />
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Little Miss is excited to have a little brother, and I'm excited because she is getting close to being potty trained! Still have accidents, but we're getting there! Every trip to the potty is a small victory, celebrated in stickers and cookies!<br />
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Hope your summer has been fabulous, and I'll be sure to share more of mine soon enough!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-29516041558160513852010-07-23T09:27:00.000-04:002010-07-23T09:27:55.557-04:00Big News!So I normally don't have a decent excuse for not blogging in what feels like forever... but this time I do!<br />
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I've been tired. <br />
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I've been napping in the afternoons.<br />
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I'm on summer vacation..<br />
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I'm chasing a two year old around most days.<br />
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and.....<br />
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I'm Pregnant!<br />
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So forgive me (us) for the lack of bloggy-ness lately. I hope that we'll get on top of the blog soon enough again!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-81971297993053539252010-06-16T14:59:00.000-04:002010-06-16T14:59:38.939-04:00Bad BloggerI know. I've been a bad blogger. I have no excuse.<br />
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Last week I was off for two day for Pink Eye. It's all cleared up now. I should have had time then.<br />
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We get woken up everyday between 5am and 6am. Usually much closer to 5am than we'd both like. It might be time to buy black out curtains.<br />
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Work is drawing to an end. Woo Hoo. Unfortunately, that means all the kids are high strung as they are on a FIELD TRIP in the second to last week of school. CRAZY! <br />
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That, coupled with the early mornings, makes for a very tired Mommy, (and Daddy too of course).<br />
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Have I mentioned that we're in the Defiant Two's now? No one told me about this stage? She can talk all she wants but her favourite word still seem to be "no" with a little grunt added after for effect. <br />
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I'll try to be better soon. <br />
Summer is coming. <br />
Maybe I'll have more time. <br />
Or will take more pictures.<br />
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I will try to post more often. <br />
No promises.<br />
But I'll try!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-54128601652817362702010-06-07T09:02:00.000-04:002010-06-07T09:02:42.383-04:00Forgetful me...I completely forgot to grab the memory card this morning so that I could upload some awesome pictures from this weekend's birthday party. Sigh... my brain is mush these days. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I will NEVER get used to being woken up before 6am. Yesterday we were granted sleep until 6am and it was wonderful. I felt rested and great all day! Today, 3:33am, then 5:20am. I hate complaining, but she used to be such an awesome sleeper... <br />
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Any thoughts on how to Black Out her windows in the hopes she might sleep longer?Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-91995142985615115752010-05-26T15:47:00.001-04:002010-05-26T15:47:56.710-04:00Funny StoriesTwo funny munchkin stories from last night... well funny to me at least.<br />
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So James puts the munchkin down for bed almost every night. He asked me if I wanted to read her stories last night, but my tummy was still all rumbly so let him go ahead with it. About 10 minutes or so later he comes downstairs and we hear quiet. A few minutes later I hear a few sounds over the monitor, but figure she is just chatting with herself. A few minutes later she is calling/crying for daddy. <br />
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Off goes James in a slighty perturbed mood, only to get upstairs to have her say "Daddy, somefing in my bed". Next thing I hear is slapping sounds across the monitor! I can only wonder what is going on up there. "More Daddy" then more slapping sounds!Turns out there were mosquitos in her room, buzzing in her ears and driving her mad (they drive me mad too!)<br />
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James comes down a few minutes later looking all victorious and giggling a bit. His first Heroic Daddy Deed complete. Soon it will be "somefing" under the bed, but for now, Daddy is the Mosquito Hero!<br />
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Fast forward about 6 hours. We hear cries at 3am that don't subside. Typically she cries out and settles herself back to sleep no problem. James has always been the best one to settle her back down in the night, so off he goes, only to have her want her blanket back on! Remember when I wrote the big <a href="http://mommywifeteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/blanket.html">Blanket</a> issue? Well for the first time ever, she woke up as she wanted her blanket on her! Hooray!!<br />
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No to teach her to just kick off the blanket instead of toss it out of bed, so she can get it back when she wakes up in the middle of the night!!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-290781974854479032010-05-25T20:41:00.000-04:002010-05-25T20:41:21.763-04:00SickieSo it was my turn to be sick. Went to bed with a sour tummy and it all went south from there.... it's soooo hot that I only ventured outside to pick the little one up from daycare, then put our swimsuits on and sat in the kiddy pool with cold tap water for an hour. She was entertained and it was relaxing for me.<br />
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Still not feeling perfect, but should be able to venture to work tomorrow, seeing as it's an office day and I don't have to teach in the heat until Thursday afternoon. <br />
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Will try to post more tomorrow....Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-44057000195837042352010-05-19T09:33:00.000-04:002010-05-19T09:33:17.228-04:00BlanketI have a child who doesn't like blankets, or anything for that matter, in her bed. In the past week, we have finally convinced the stubborn two year old that blankets are for big girls, and maybe she should try it out. Her feet will be warm in the morning at least.<br />
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Night one she woke up crying and screaming saying she didn't want it. We took it off.<br />
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Night two went well. She woke in the morning with the blanket still around her. Same with a few naps.<br />
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We've told her that she can take it off anytime she wants, she doesn't <em>have</em> to keep it on.<br />
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Last night, 3:44am to be exact. I hear her cry. I run to the door way to hear her say "me no want that" and then it got quiet again. Off to bed I went.<br />
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</div>Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-10707135366052835482010-05-17T08:52:00.000-04:002010-05-17T08:52:20.426-04:00Mothers Day<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well I know i'm sooo late with my Mother's Day bragging, but better late than never!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Most of you already know that I have the best husband and child a mother and wife could ever ask for, but they clinched it this Mother's Day!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last year around Mothers Day (it may have been a week or so later, but oh well) we went to a local nursery and outfitted my gardens for the year. It was sunny and beautiful and was going to be tradition.</div><br />
This year it rained. We decided to run errands instead. Our laptop died the week before and it was time to look for a new one, and groceries needed buying.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I dropped James off at the Best Buy and went to do some groceries. I called him after we snuck to another store to pick up a Father's Day gift for him, to find out where he was. He said Future Shop, so off we went to find him. We get into the store and he waves to us, and strangely enough he is in the camera section talking to a guy. I really don't remember what was said, but the next thing I know I'm holding a body to a <a href="http://www.sonystyle.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10551&storeId=10151&langId=-1&productId=8198552921665879084">Sony a330</a> and they are staring at me. James looks at me and tells me that it comes with 2 lenses, and it's on sale, and Happy Mother's Day, Anniversary and Birthday! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">WHAT?! WOAH! I start to tear right up as I have wanted a digital SLR for as long as I can remember! I start mumbling thank yous and crying and the guy in the store asks how long I've wanted one... "uh, forever" was my mature response. I still can't believe it's happening!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">James is the most awesome person I know. And not just because he listens when I think he's not, and he knows what I want, and he will do what he can to make it happen. I Love him so much and am so proud to be the Mother of his Daughter.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Here is a picture we took of the New Camera with the really old one (I couldn't remember where we'd put the newer pocket camera!!) If only I could take pictures of the camera with the camera it would be a wicked awesome shot! (but check out the above link and you'll see it from the Sony page)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMNH2pZFzMzMnjTiu7KGljXtzGNjngE927ZKMtJPndQndn0Bskvsq64LBIku-1Mjz2livgmdsSokTfOn9vfJUuAa7Pu2B3eJPZObGtbogEsltzTVNsBkdYnRKtmoDnfLO0bXzUv9sA-RL/s1600/102_2827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMNH2pZFzMzMnjTiu7KGljXtzGNjngE927ZKMtJPndQndn0Bskvsq64LBIku-1Mjz2livgmdsSokTfOn9vfJUuAa7Pu2B3eJPZObGtbogEsltzTVNsBkdYnRKtmoDnfLO0bXzUv9sA-RL/s320/102_2827.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So expect a lot of really awesome pictures to be coming your way once I figure out all the funky features and fun stuff I'm going to have to learn!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In the meantime, here are a few "teaser pictures!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsuhBLPqkz8WXuYJ9DvRL5vVJc1IPfFZ7WlMP639SSnFgutMKm0av8lZ0OAhl-wPVSTDHbd7hluLhnk3uczxC1m35hGkCnOvPBkzE_PnXQ4K0sTMic2EGDUXFTvNeVap2_cMWNzvyanlQ/s1600/DSC00006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsuhBLPqkz8WXuYJ9DvRL5vVJc1IPfFZ7WlMP639SSnFgutMKm0av8lZ0OAhl-wPVSTDHbd7hluLhnk3uczxC1m35hGkCnOvPBkzE_PnXQ4K0sTMic2EGDUXFTvNeVap2_cMWNzvyanlQ/s320/DSC00006.JPG" wt="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnnlzBjkh2ajQxeJokduEV75dWfbqbZ6Kjp76Xvao2xrKrQuG8qQMWGE-AswT6VdGuLRyRTx7EDLomB0q6dsrIvEZa5gQu9d-teMQv0_R-rGMc8U1qsuNt38mSzHA8kDVqse3OBt9bypi/s1600/DSC00015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnnlzBjkh2ajQxeJokduEV75dWfbqbZ6Kjp76Xvao2xrKrQuG8qQMWGE-AswT6VdGuLRyRTx7EDLomB0q6dsrIvEZa5gQu9d-teMQv0_R-rGMc8U1qsuNt38mSzHA8kDVqse3OBt9bypi/s320/DSC00015.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-77078202418719392822010-04-30T08:20:00.000-04:002010-04-30T08:20:51.370-04:00UpdateWell Phoebe was sick most of the day, and once overnight. This morning however she drankd some pedialyte and kept it down. She later ate some plain rice (she picked out the beef!!). <br />
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We've left her home today as it will be a short day alone and we feel she is on the mend. Here is hoping there are no surprises for me when I get home!<br />
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Big sigh of relief when she ate this morning. Her ears perked up and there was a spring back in her step. I get so worried about her as she is my fur baby.<br />
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For those of you that know her, a big sign of normalness for her this morning was that she licked me! She is a big time licker and she licked me and tried to protect me while rough housing this morning! Two big signs for me that she is on the mend.<br />
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Phew!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-16395388418502388112010-04-29T09:47:00.000-04:002010-04-29T09:47:57.283-04:00SickieAnother Phoebe post.<br />
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She's been sick since sometime last night, and she's got me all worried.<br />
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She can't even keep down water. My poor puppy.<br />
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I have stayed home to be with her today, so hopefully this will pass and it will just be a stomach bug. Do dogs get stomach bugs?<br />
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On another note, blogger is being silly and isn't letting my enter button work very well. How annoying. <br />
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Here's hoping the day turns out as bright and sunny as it is outside!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-48942246911861882752010-04-23T08:43:00.000-04:002010-04-23T08:43:37.393-04:00Cheese Dog?Does anybody else's dog Love Cheese?<br />
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I swear Phoebe can hear the package being taken out of the refrigerator. <br />
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She can hear me cutting slices from the block.<br />
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And then the whining begins. Oh the incessant whining.<br />
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"pleeeeasssse can I have some cheese? I'll be goooooood. I promise."<br />
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sigh. <br />
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She lost a pound and a half last year.<br />
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It could have been two if it weren't for the cheese!Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-27803540723746565252010-04-21T14:55:00.000-04:002010-04-21T14:55:24.106-04:00Piggy Tails!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">My little miss is finally letting me put Piggy Tails in her hair!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Chrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913265948752643034.post-12874762911873437502010-04-14T08:51:00.000-04:002010-04-14T08:51:25.187-04:00No ExcuseI have No Excuse.<br />
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I could try.<br />
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I've been busy. <br />
Work is insane right now. Even today will be busy, but I found a few minutes to try to get out of the doghouse of not blogging in far too long.<br />
The kiddie is teething .... again. <br />
The dreaded eye teeth have been cutting and she's in so much pain. <br />
She chews on her hands.<br />
She asks for "somefing else" to make her "mouf" stop hurting<br />
She cries out in the night and wakes up early.<br />
We're all tired.<br />
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Yet, I have no excuse for not blogging.<br />
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So please Excuse me.<br />
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I'll try to come around more often <br />
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Thanks for understanding dear friendsChrissiebearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631290051560064440noreply@blogger.com0