tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52092376568519484572024-03-13T10:55:18.877-05:00Dandelion SeedsNobody said it would be easy, but nobody told us how much fun it would be either!
This is all of our day to day happenings, as well as, our moments of awe and gut wrenching love while we journey through this crazy maze called parenthood.
Each piece is like a dandelion seed caught on the wind-so much potential....and so much unknown.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-47730547827013227642012-11-01T23:47:00.001-05:002012-11-01T23:47:37.081-05:00Day 1<span class="userContent">30 Days of Thanks, a challenge to myself. Can I be thankful everyday? I need to be. </span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /> 1. A Person: Owen. He is my rock. Without him I wouldnt be the woman I am today. Thanks for loving me through all my rages and quiet times. Thanks for helping me be a better mom everyday. I love you. Where would I be without you? </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">A sneak peek at the rest of the month.....<br /><br /> 1. a person<br /> 2. an animal<br /> 3. a cozy place in your home<br /> 4. a favorite snack<br /> 5. a place<br /> 6. a pair of shoes<br /> 7. a scent<br /> 8. a restaurant<br /> 9. a blog<br /> 10. a time of day<br /> 11. a tradition<br /> 12. a gadget<br /> 13. something old<br /> 14. something new<br /> 15. a recipe<br /> 16. an experience<br /> 17. a store<br /> 18. a saying/quote/scripture<br /> 19. a favorite piece of clothing<br /> 20. a keepsake<br /> 21. a disappointment or fear<br /> 22. a book<br /> 23. a feeling<br /> 24. a photograph<br /> 25. a luxury<br /> 26. a charity<br /> 27. a song<br /> 28. a gift<br /> 29. something in your home<br /> 30. the thing you’re most thankful for</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-86901526722101124642012-08-12T11:28:00.001-05:002012-08-12T11:28:46.593-05:00Thoughts on denominations“Happy are people who make peace, because they will be called God’s children. (Matthew 5:9 CEB)<br />
<br />
Why is it that some denominations pit themselves against others?<br />
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Baptist, Methodist, Church of Christ, Episcopalean, etc. We all love God. He loves us. <br />
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Why can't we just be Followers of Him Love one another. <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-21034224280163363212012-02-21T16:33:00.000-06:002012-02-21T16:33:27.166-06:00Ronan Edward Is here!He arrived February 11, 2012 after an hour and 55 minutes of labor. <br />
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I posted his<a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/notes/erin-young/the-birth-story-of-ronan-edward-young/10150617425359029"> birth story</a> on Facebook. There are lots of pictures there too! <br />
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I'm trying to avoid some of the<a href="http://owenanderinyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-teeth-and-pee-in-sink.html"> same feeding issues</a> I had with Emery so I am about to head to the store with both boys. I must be losing my mind. ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-49401560369128304552011-12-03T21:21:00.001-06:002011-12-03T21:42:46.528-06:00The Third Trimester and Beyond.....So. <br />
Here we are, 31 weeks into this thing. <br />
Some things are falling into place though. <br />
That's both unnerving and comforting at the same time. I'm unnerved because I'm not in control. I'm comforted because I'm confident that we will be just fine. We will be taken care of. <br />
<br />
However, there are still lots of unknowns.<br />
We don't know if our baby #2 is a he, or a she and I'm okay with that. <br />
We don't know how Emery will respond to a new sibling, but he seems to be getting excited about it. <br />
We don't know Where Owen will be working or how long, if at all, he'll be able to stay home when the babe arrives.<br />
We don't know how long my Maternity leave will be.<br />
We don't know if I'm returning to work after my Maternity leave.<br />
We don't know how we will afford childcare for two kids.<br />
We don't know where we feel comfortable leaving our 6 (or 8) week old infant. or if we feel comfortable doing that at all.<br />
We don't know where we will be living once our lease is up here....but we HAVE to move. We're not happy here, and its soooo tiny.<br />
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So needless to say, I have a lot on my mind these days. <br />
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Some decisions seem to be making themselves, but its hard for me to trust that they are the right thing for our family right now. It's a waiting game. <br />
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If you happen to know of any places for rent, or any awesome caretakers that you would trust your newborn with, or how I can start trusting that things will be okay, please......pass them my way! Thanks!<br />
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-ErinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-47940912447179185262011-10-13T21:23:00.001-05:002011-10-13T21:30:23.242-05:00Why I want to be A Midwife<br />
“Having a highly trained obstetrical surgeon attend a normal birth is<br />
analogous to having a pediatric surgeon babysit a healthy 2-year-old.”<br />
Marsden Wagner MD<br />
“Midwives see birth as a miracle and only mess with it if there’s a<br />
problem; doctors see birth as a problem and if they don’t mess with<br />
it, it’s a miracle!” Barbara Harper in Gentle Birth Choices<br />
<br />
When I think of childbirth, I don't think of it as an emergency, or a<br />
sickness, or something that needs to be managed or controlled.<br />
Women have been having babies since the dawn of time. It wasn't until<br />
the late 1800's that Doctors started to get involved. The Cesarean<br />
rate in the United States is sitting at 32% as of 2011. In my<br />
opinion, this is due to the increasing number of unnecessary<br />
interventions inside of Hospital Delivery rooms. How do we get away<br />
from such a high Cesarean rate and unnecessary interventions? Doulas,<br />
Homebirths, and Midwives.<br />
My son was born at home with his cord wrapped around his shoulder and<br />
chest into the hands of my skilled Midwife, Ellie with her amazing<br />
Apprentice, Shawna looking on. Ellie swiftly and skillfully unwrapped<br />
his cord and handed him to me. He came so quickly that he forgot to<br />
breathe. Ellie grabbed her oxygen tank and mask and administered it to<br />
Emery. He pinked up immediately and Daddy cut his cord. All of this<br />
happened in a matter of seconds, and I honestly didn't think anything<br />
of it.<br />
I'm currently 22 weeks pregnant with our second child. This child will be<br />
born at home as well. I have a different Midwife because we live in a<br />
different state, and this time I planning on a Water birth. I'm not<br />
one bit concerned. It's like breathing to me. It's birth. I trust my<br />
body. I trust my midwife. My Labor is not an emergency or a medical condition<br />
that needs to be managed or controlled.<br />
<br />
How did I get to this point?<br />
<br />
I have older sisters and I have friends and they have babies. I've<br />
been witness to many Hospital births, and nearly every single one has<br />
left me feeling unsettled. Not because anything went wrong, but<br />
because in nearly every single one, there seemed to be a sense of<br />
urgency, emergency. <br />
Unnecessary interventions happened. The moms<br />
didn't want to trust their bodies, and if they did, they were led to<br />
believe that... "it would be better if..." or "Intervention x-y-z-<br />
will make this easier for you"<br />
<br />
<br />
In 2002 I began babysitting for a woman who had a 4 year old boy, a 2<br />
year old girl and another baby on the way. All who had been, or were to<br />
be, born at home.<br />
<br />
This family was so foreign to me.<br />
<br />
They lived simply.<br />
They were happy.<br />
I looked at pictures of both of the births.<br />
Candice was smiling in all the pictures, she looked ecstatic, she was<br />
eating and drinking, walking around and getting massaged.<br />
Guess what?<br />
They were at home! <br />
No monitors, no IVs, no doctors, no nurses. <br />
Just them, a Midwife (or two) and a comfy bed. <br />
To follow up, a luxurious looking bath with mom and baby together, right there, nursing.<br />
<br />
Candice let me borrow her copy of "Spiritual Midwifery" by Ina May<br />
Gaskin, and my whole world was turned upside down.<br />
<br />
Women still did this? They birthed at home? Without doctors and nurses<br />
and IVs and Monitors, and WOW!<br />
<br />
Suddenly my mind was asking all sorts of questions that I didn't have<br />
the answers to.<br />
What if I could spread the word that childbirth is a natural body process?<br />
What if I could be a part of this magic called Labor?<br />
What if I could be a Midwife?<br />
Whoa! Hey, I could be a Midwife!<br />
From that moment on, my whole life changed, literally.<br />
Candice asked me if I thought I would have my babies at home.<br />
I smiled at her and said, "I hope so."<br />
<br />
I started taking Infant Massage classes so I could be involved with<br />
these families somehow.<br />
I began looking for ways to become a midwife, or be close to midwives<br />
and try to figure them out. How do they work? What do they think, how<br />
do they act?<br />
I started massaging a lay midwife (unlicensed) who would wash my<br />
Massage linens in return. She had me put together a "Benefits of<br />
Infant Massage" for her clients prenatal classes, then she told me<br />
about a school<br />
called ARMSS (Arkansas Midwives School and Services) I began saving up<br />
money to enroll, then the school closed and I put the whole Idea on<br />
the back burner.<br />
While working at Ozark Natural Foods, I met a midwife. she shopped<br />
there, and had the cutest little boy.<br />
I got brave one day and asked her if I could apprentice under her, or<br />
if she knew of any midwives that were taking on apprentices.<br />
She suggested I become a Doula, and then we'd go from there.<br />
A Doula? I wasn't interested in emotional support. PSHAW! I wanted to<br />
get my hands dirty, per se.<br />
I began looking elsewhere to start my education.<br />
My answer was to move out of state. I had some college under my belt<br />
and I found a College of Midwifery in Portland, OR that offered a<br />
Bachelor of Science in Midwifery.<br />
My brand new doting husband was willing to help me follow my dreams so<br />
off we went. Away from every friend and family, all the way across<br />
the country, just so I could enroll and take a chance on my dreams.<br />
Three days after our arrival in Portland, I found out we were<br />
expecting a bundle of joy all our own. I didn't let that stop me!<br />
I went ahead an applied to the school. I was accepted but after<br />
talking to all the instructors, and my Midwife (who was also an<br />
instructor there at the time) I decided that it would be really<br />
difficult to be a full time mom to a newborn without a support system<br />
and I opted to sit it out and wait for the next enrollment period.<br />
While waiting for the next round of enrollment I became a Doula.<br />
The second enrollment period, I was put on the waiting list, but we<br />
couldn't wait anymore.<br />
We moved to Texas to pursue my husbands dreams of becoming a chef.<br />
He's a Chef now, and I work in a Grocery store offering advice and<br />
suggesting supplements and herbs to folks looking for alternatives to<br />
Over-the-counter meds and prescriptions. Its a great job, but I also<br />
get all kinds of questions from pregnant mama friends wanting advice<br />
on how to handle common pregnancy complaints and what not. I have way<br />
more fun talking to them and educating them about home birth, natural<br />
child birth, attachment parenting, and breastfeeding.<br />
I'm not able to quit my day job and go to school, or exercise my Doula<br />
skills full time because of our financial situation right now.<br />
I live and breathe Midwifery, and all things Childbirth and pregnancy<br />
related. I am a self proclaimed "Birth Junkie".<br />
I have tried several different times to find my path to Midwifery<br />
certification, and it hasn't ever worked out.<br />
I believe I've found a solution though.<br />
We currently live in Texas. In my never ending search for Midwifery<br />
education, I stumbled across this school,<br />
<a href="http://www.texasmidwives.com/education/">http://www.texasmidwives.com/education/</a><br />
<br />
Here's a Blurb from their website describing how the program works,<br />
<br />
The Association of Texas Midwives philosophy is that midwives should<br />
be trained by other midwives, be that training in a school or through<br />
apprenticeship. ATM has been involved with the education of aspiring<br />
midwives for over 30 years. The development of a curriculum to better<br />
help the student integrate academic learning with the clinical<br />
training received with an experienced midwife-teacher (preceptor) has<br />
evolved and grown as the needs of both midwifery students and<br />
consumers of midwifery care has evolved and grown. This culminated<br />
with the ATM Midwifery Training Program (ATMMTP) being designated as<br />
an approved midwifery education program by the Texas Midwifery Board<br />
in 1999. ATMMTP graduates are eligible to take the North American<br />
Registry of Midwives (NARM) exam as a Texas agency candidate, and upon<br />
successful completion, to obtain the Texas midwifery license, and then<br />
the NARM Certified Professional Midwife (CPM) credential.<br />
"The ATMMTP is an eight-part comprehensive midwifery education program<br />
whose curriculum is based on the Midwives Alliance of North America's<br />
standards for practice and "Core Competencies for Basic Midwifery<br />
Practice", and fully incorporates and exceeds all NARM educational<br />
requirements. These requirements are met through a variety of methods,<br />
including home and internet based coursework, required reading, and<br />
research and community projects. Each of the 8 parts, or modules, ends<br />
with classroom time in the form of 2 or 3 day mandatory workshops<br />
where review, application, integration, and testing occur. The<br />
Program's expected completion period is approximately 2 1/2 - 3 1/2<br />
years, including the required clinical training."<br />
The Clinical Training is an actual Apprenticeship with a Midwife in my<br />
Community, and takes place in conjunction with the coursework if I so<br />
choose.<br />
<br />
Now, here's the kicker.<br />
<br />
The Program tuition is $7000.00, or $875.00 per module.<br />
We don't have that kind of money just laying around.<br />
If I was able to make this happen finally, my 9+ year quest will have<br />
come to an end, and my destiny will have become a reality and the rest<br />
of my life, as a Midwife can begin.<br />
Thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings. I hope you enjoyed<br />
it as much as I enjoyed sharing it with you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-87873813121082347812011-10-11T22:46:00.001-05:002011-10-11T22:59:42.982-05:00My Project TotusI haven't posted in a while. I can't really apologize because, well. I've been busy. <br />
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Doing what you ask?<br />
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Gestating. <br />
Mothering.<br />
Managing.<br />
Dreaming.<br />
Planning.<br />
Formulating.<br />
Praying.<br />
<br />
You know, the important stuff. Due to the simple fact that I've been busy, I just thought I'd pop in and give my readers an update. However, this isn't going to be a normal update, that'll come later. This post will be full lovely little links that will carry you to another place entirely. This travelling elsewhere will be worth your while because it all leads to an update on me, and where I stand with the way things are right now. Please click on the links, and enjoy what you see. :) <br />
<br />
First and foremost, I have this amazing lady for a friend. <br />
Her name is Jasmine and she co-owns (authors....er, blogs....um...maintains) a blog with her friend Sadie. They are both busy mamas that find the time to be real and authentic about themselves, their relationships, and their mommy-ness through this deliciously delightfully fun to read blog called <a href="http://thebrokins.com/">The Brokins.</a><br />
<br />
Jasmine is in the midst of a wonderful life changing event right now that she is calling: <a href="http://networkedblogs.com/okCYL">Project Totus</a>. I've been following her every step of the way and let me just tell you, she is as very inspiring lady. So inspiring in fact, that I wanted in on a little piece of this "Project Totus" for myself. So, I'm taking a HUGE leap of faith and hoping that I land somewhere near where I need to be in order to start on this Project Totus path of my own. <br />
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Granted, Mine will be a bit different because well, Jasmine and I are different people. What she needs, and what I need are the same, a community of supporters and cheerleaders, our end results will be similar because we are both reaching for a "whole-ness" we're just going about it in different ways. <br />
Those of you who know me, know what I want to do with my life. You know what I live and breathe. But, I haven't ever really started down a path that will ultimately get me to the end result of MIDWIFE.<br />
That's a bout to change my friends.<br />
Here is a link to my own personal Project Totus starting line. Please take the time to read it, and share it. <br />
<a href="http://networkedblogs.com/okCYL">Jasmine's Endorsement Blog post.</a><br />
She'll be adding a few more tidbits to my story in the coming weeks, so please, come back often, and share it with anybody you'd think would be interested. <br />
<br />
<br />
I love you all for believing in me. <br />
<a href="http://www.gofundme.com/ErinsFund">Do you believe in Dreams, in Callings, in Destiny?</a><br />
If you do, click on the link, and then pass it along. <br />
<br />
Thanks for reading! <br />
<br />
-Erin. Owen, Emery, and the Gestating One.....<br />
;)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-69956977161314766292011-08-25T21:56:00.000-05:002011-08-25T21:56:28.081-05:00Placenta fun!<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;">I may be the only person reading my own blog, that considers this a "fun" conversation. Perhaps it has something to do with educationg others, perhaps it has something to do with being a Birth Junkie, or maybe it just so happens to be so near and dear tomy heart, who knows......</span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;">I mentioned casually on facebook that I didn't necessarily conider my self a Hardcore Home Birther, but that I did do some of the things listed.....</span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the response I got. </span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;">I love how it took a turn and let me reveal a bit more about myself, my plans, and gave me the opportunity to share my passion. </span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;">Enjoy!</span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks everyone who shared their comments and insight, its much appreciated! </span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="actorDescription"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=544241232" href="https://www.facebook.com/erin.roberts.young"><span style="color: #3b5998; font-size: small;">Erin Young</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> via </span><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=131874596854586" href="https://www.facebook.com/Igavebirthathome"><span style="color: #3b5998; font-size: small;">I gave birth at home. Not brave. Not crazy. Just educated.</span></a></div><span class="messageBody" style="font-size: small;">I guess I could be considered an HHB by my more "mainstream" friends. :) I just consider myself a Birth Junkie...... :)</span></h6><div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix fbMainStreamAttachment" data-ft="{"type":10}"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"><a aria-hidden="true" class="external UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" data-ft="{"type":41}" href="http://bringbirthhome.com/home-birth-advocacy/hardcore-home-birth/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title=""><img alt="" class="img" src="https://s-external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=AQCoPvPlnUZefoc1&w=90&h=90&url=http%3A%2F%2Fbringbirthhome.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2011%2F08%2Fplacenta-smoothie-680x1024.jpg" /></a></div></div><form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_182182885187662_131325686911214 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{"seq":1517680}" method="post" rel="async"><input name="charset_test" type="hidden" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" /><input autocomplete="off" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="077351040433cc70ae40d7fd47dc2975" /><input autocomplete="off" name="fb_dtsg" type="hidden" value="AQAbQKa4" /><input autocomplete="off" name="feedback_params" type="hidden" value="{"actor":"544241232","target_fbid":"182182885187662","target_profile_id":"544241232","type_id":"17","source":"2","assoc_obj_id":"","source_app_id":"2309869772","extra_story_params":[],"content_timestamp":"1314321458","check_hash":"06822030f18504ca"}" /></form><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock" data-ft="{"type":32}"></div><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" data-ft="{"type":33}"><strong><span style="color: #3b5998;">Melody </span></strong> <span data-jsid="text">OH MY GOSH!</span><br />
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<ul class="commentList"><li class="uiUfiComment comment_1517450 ufiItem ufiItem"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" data-ft="{"type":33}"><strong><span style="color: #3b5998;">Melody </span></strong> <span data-jsid="text">Sorry but that is FREAKING nasty! There is no reason to do that! COWS do that! We are not cows!</span><br />
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<div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" data-ft="{"type":33}"><a class="actorName" data-ft="{"type":35}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=544241232" href="https://www.facebook.com/erin.roberts.young"><strong><span style="color: #3b5998;">Erin Young</span></strong></a> <span data-jsid="text">Cows do what? Eat their placents or give birth at home? Im not eating my placenta but I'm encapsulting it <a href="http://www.kxan.com/dpp/health/placenta-used-to-fight-baby-blues" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3b5998;">http://www.kxan.com/dpp/he<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span></span>alth/placenta-used-to-figh<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>t-baby-blues</a></span><br />
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<div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc"><div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4e570384a011f0b90856973">It is an unusual way to fight postpartum depression, but a pillmade from placent<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">a is being touted as the natural way of fightingthe baby blues.</span><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="text_exposed_link"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><span style="color: #3b5998;">See More</span></a></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br />
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<li class="uiUfiComment comment_1517552 ufiItem ufiItem"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" data-ft="{"type":33}"><strong><span style="color: #3b5998;">Jasmine </span></strong><span data-jsid="text"></span><br />
<span data-jsid="text"><div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4e570384a0a0e9420276214"><span data-jsid="text"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e570550ab3529d17745767">There is no medical evidence of placenta encapsulation being effective for individuals with postpartum depression or psychosis. At best the evidence has been anecdotal and placebo. Moreover the article called steaming and encapsulating your<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> placenta "a natural process", which it is not. The sensitive neuro-proteins that are touted to ward off depression would be, at best, depleted if not destroyed in the streaming/drying process...</span></div></span></div></span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"><div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4e570384a0ddb3658944023"><span style="color: #3b5998;">Jasmine </span> does have more experience with PPD than myself, and she is correct in the fact that process used could deplete the good stuff found in the placenta, however, it all depends on the tempertaure and lenghth of time its exp<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">osed to that temperature.<br />
I want to do it more for healing benefits ie:) increased milk production, quicker lochia dispersement, hormonal balance, energy..... <br />
This link talks about it more from an Oriental medicine/Eastern stance. Which is much more what I'm after.<br />
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<li class="uiUfiComment comment_1517636 ufiItem ufiItem"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"><a class="actorName" data-ft="{"type":35}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=544241232" href="https://www.facebook.com/erin.roberts.young"><strong><span style="color: #3b5998;">Erin Young</span></strong></a> <span data-jsid="text">This has turned into a really interesting chat, I Think I'm going to post this on my blog...... :) Keep it coming ladies, and <span style="color: #3b5998;">Jasmine</span>--- I LOVE your insight! Thanks!</span><br />
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That means that twelve weeks ago, a miracle happened when a piece of me, and a piece of my amazing husband found each other and made Someone enitirely new. ( I don't figure my dates the same way Doctors do, because I'm a unique individual. If I did, then I would be 14 weeks and some days).<br />
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I figured that by now I'd have more energy, I'd be more "glowy" and NOT so pregnant looking.<br />
Seriously. I look like I'm five months pregnant.<br />
I'm having a hard time with it, because I feel like I never really got back to my pre-pregnancy weight after Emery, so, I feel really big, and I'm already wearing Maternity clothes which are almost never very flattering unless you're super tiny and just have a baby bump and no extra padding, like me. <br />
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I have no idea wether there is a girl or a boy growing in me either. With Emery I had dreams. Dreams of a little boy....<br />
This time around....nothing. <br />
I don't really want to know either.<br />
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I want to be surprised. <br />
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Owen wants to find out. <br />
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Emery hasn't really grasped the idea yet either.<br />
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I'm worried that he'll be jealous, that he won't like the baby, that things will be really rough for quite a while. I 'm not sure how to get past that. <br />
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I'm also worried abot going back to work after the baby. With Emery I didnt work for a while, and then when I didgo back to work I was nannying so he got to come with me. I didn't have to worry about pumping breastmilk for him because he was with me. Its a good thing I didn't have to either because I never could get more than an ounce or two to actually pump. <br />
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I have a full time job. I have a lot of responsibilty. I can't take the baby to work with me. We can't really afford to put a baby in daycare, and honestly, 6 weeks is too young in my opinion to be in the care of someone other than me for a large chunk of the day, I'm just not comfortable with it. <br />
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I'm not sure where I had planned on going with this post, but that's okay because I didn't really realize I felt this way about some things. Typing it all out is sort of therapeutic. <br />
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I guess this pregnancy is becoming more real to me, not that it wasn't real, I just hadn't really envisioned what the future looks like as a family of four. <br />
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Interesting. <br />
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And so very Exciting! <br />
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I can't wait to see how this all plays out! <br />
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Thanks for reading. :)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-76337220717830839612011-07-03T14:31:00.000-05:002011-07-03T14:31:00.026-05:00CARS!We took Emery to see Cars 2 in 3D last night. He was such a trooper. He wore his kid size glasses the whole time. He sat quietly on mine or daddy's lap, and he didn't make a peep ( unless it was something like "Go Mater!" or "Lightening McQueen is so fast!". He even mastered the art of finding the bag of popcorn in the dark and shoving handfuls in his mouth without taking his eyes of the screen. When it was all done, he didn't want to leave.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-85288571712400892072011-06-21T20:30:00.000-05:002011-06-21T20:30:15.971-05:00Horrible ,awful, terrible, no good...yet wonderful dayMy sister called me last night and told me that my nephew might have cancer. Let me give you the back story.<br />
Barrick is the first born to my baby brother. He is a joy to be around. He's an amazing big brother, he's very smart, sweet, caring, so affecionate, and funny! <br />
This little boy has been through a lot in his short life. My brother and Barrick's mom married young, and didn't quite grow together. The end of their relationship was rough, and Barrick was caught in the middle, he was also subjected to a lot of tough stuff at the hands of caretakers, and then a bitter custody battle, finally to be completey signed over to my brother. Last week he was visiting his mother and got to spend time with Nana (my mom) when his mom was at work. <br />
Nana noticed that his face was a bit swollen and figured he was cutting his five year molars. As time went on, the swelling wasn't going away. The insurance card was in TX with my brother so they took him to the ER. The ER doctors felt it was a bacterial/viral infection that was possibly clogging a salivary gland and prescribed a strong dose of antibiotics.<br />
Fast forward to last night. <br />
The round of antibiotics is done and the swelling is still evident. He has a fever that spikes and won't come down with medicine so back to ER they go. <br />
That's when my sister called me. They admitted last night for blood tests and whatnot, and then this morning decided that he needed to see a pediatric oncologist. <br />
Once the oncologist saw him, he was life flighted to Ft. Worth. <br />
Its definitely cancer. We just don't know what kind. Its either Sarcoma, or Lymphoma. <br />
Tomorrow they're doing a biopsy, and a bone marrow test in order to determine the type, stage, and treatment. I don't really have anything else to say about this right now. I'm just so heartbroken. I'm not sure where to go from here, or what to say to my brother in order to ease his mind. It just is. And it just sucks.<br />
In other news, Emery stucka rock in his ear again yesterday. I took him to the pediatricina this morning and they tried to flush it out with water. Three bottles of water to be exact. <br />
He hated it, and the rock didn't come out. So, we were referred to an ENT.<br />
Right after leaving the pediatric office we had to rush across town because I was late for the appointment with April Bullock of <a href="http://www.birthwisetx.com/">Birthwise</a>. She and I seemed to click, and she has midwifed a few couples that I know. I originally stumbled upon her in my attempt to find a midwife to apprentice with, then when I found out we were having #2, it just seemed like she would be someone that I would be comfortable with, and I was. As an added bonus, my insurance will pay her and I can have a homebirth, or if I chose to, at her Birthing Center. My next appointment is next week and we'll start the whole prenatal process with the health history, and the stats, and measuring and all that.<br />
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</div>After April's appointment, Emery and I grabbed a bite to eat at a fast food place (ugh, disgusting I know, but its literally all we had time to do--and I was starving!), and then drove across town again for the ENT appointment. The ENT and I joked about things kids put in their ears, and how boys are boys all the while he was "looking" in Emery's ear with his tweezer type tool and a bright light. Literally 2 minutes later he pulled out a giant rock. Seriously, it was bigger than the pink one removed last time (shown in this picture). Emery didn't even make a peep, and it cost us a lot less than the last one.<br />
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So, with all of that, this has been a day full of emotions. I'm exhausted, and now, I'm watching "The Voice" with a nice glass of ginger ale to soothe my tummy. I love you all. thanks for your prayers and encouragement.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-63809279350117402842011-05-25T22:11:00.000-05:002011-05-25T22:11:35.444-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjNYLxjpmco/Td3EmpllLJI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VgMSpOr9Me0/s1600/dentist+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjNYLxjpmco/Td3EmpllLJI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VgMSpOr9Me0/s320/dentist+pic.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Old picture of my big boy at the dentist!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-45631638566369049692011-05-20T19:54:00.000-05:002011-05-20T19:54:05.054-05:00Funny Bone Defensive DrivingI was in a wreck about a month ago. It was my "fault" because the brakes were bad and I ran a red light t-boning a car passing through the intersection. Because my driving record it so impeccable (ha!) I was allowed to take a Defensive Driving Course in order to have my ticket dismissed. It's been a process, and I'm still not done. Today was my Defensive Driving class. There are lots of options when choosing a course. I opted for this particular one because I would rather be entertained than sit in front of a computer, or listen to some Monotone teacher preach at me about how I shouldn't drive the way I do.<br />
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Six hours later, this is what I took away from it.<br />
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Dana, the instructor, walked a fine line between being mildly funny, (lots of dry jokes and puns), and very professionally serious when talking about the most important matters. <br />
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Lesson 1~ DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE PEOPLE, JUST DON'T DO IT!<br />
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The dry jokes and puns were a much needed distraction from the mundane common sense items discussed that obviously some of the attendees definitely needed to re-learn. <br />
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The highlight of my day though was our lunch break.<br />
<br />
We were given <a href="http://www.austinspizza.com/">Austin's Pizza</a> as our lunch. Totally paid for. We were also told that the company matches 100% whatever it is that the delivery drivers receive in tips and all that money goes to fund Autism research. Good cause right? I'm still researching the truth in this statement, so don't hold me to that.<br />
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But, I digress....<br />
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So, Dana went elsewhere for lunch. I'm sure after teaching 3000 plus classes, one gets tired of eating pizza. I would have gone elsewhere as well, if I could have. <br />
We as a class, ate our pizza, and returned to the classroom to finish out our 6 hour "adult time-out" day.<br />
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We were waiting patiently for his return, and waiting, and waiting. He finally showed up 15 minutes later and informed us he had been in a wreck--in the parking lot. His first in 12 years.<br />
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Lesson 2~<br />
SLOW DOWN PEOPLE! RUSHING IS DANGEROUS AND DOESN'T REALLY SAVE YOU ANYMORE THAN A COUPLE OF MINUTES-MAX.<br />
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Really those are the most important things I learned today, oh- wait and you can get fined $2500 max for throwing cigarette butts out the window in TX. Due to high drought conditions, a cigg *could* be considered Hazardous material. (they can cause fires yo!)<br />
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Lesson 3~<br />
QUIT SMOKING-AND DON'T LITTER!<br />
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Thanks for reading.....<br />
-ErinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-31516282222204380772011-05-20T01:50:00.000-05:002011-05-20T01:50:08.044-05:00I just finished watching "<a href="http://www.myspace.com/pregnantinamerica/videos/pregnant-in-america-movie-trailer/52165657">Pregnant in America</a>". <br />
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I first heard about the movie waaaay back before we moved from Fayetteville to Portland (Gresham if you want to get technical). I stumbled across a Myspace page for it actually. It was still in production, but the director and his wife were creating a buzz about it. Once we arrived in Oregon I avidly checked up on it via the myspace page, and nearly offered to support a showing of it, but I had no one to show it to at the time, I hadn't found my niche In Oregon yet, so I passed. <br />
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Then Emery was born. Things changed pretty vastly after that, midwifery pursuit and <a href="http://birthingway.org/">Birthingway</a> were all put on hold for lots of reasons. I discovered Facebook, deleted my myspace account and we moved back to Texas.<br />
Now, here we are in Austin. I'm trying deperately to find my path to midwifery. Desperately. Everyday I'm searching, looking, hoping, scouring every source that I know of, waiting for that AH-HA moment to say, " Here Erin, this is they way, do it this way." With no luck...yet. <br />
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So, being bored, I decided to peruse Hulu for a movie to watch...BAM! There it is, "Pregnant in America".<br />
I know this movie.....could it be? <br />
<a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/235715/pregnant-in-america">The Full thing</a>?!<br />
Not just a clip.....wow!<br />
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So.<br />
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Now the Activist in me is all sorts of riled up! <br />
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Curse you Cytotec!<br />
Curse you Pharmaceutical Companies!!<br />
Curse you insurance companies!!!<br />
Curse you Medical Industry!!!!<br />
Curse us America for not allowing our women, our mothers, our society, our culture to know that natural birth is possible!!!!!!<br />
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All that being said-<br />
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Thank you advanced medical Technology to help when needed, but please, stay out of Birth until you are needed, and only when you are needed.<br />
Thank you Insurance companies for supporting families, when it is needed. <br />
Thank you America for being a nation that allows people, women, families, the right to choose their own way of doing things, now let it happen that way, please. <br />
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Maybe my life-calling/career goal list shouldn't read like this:<br />
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1. Become a Midwife<br />
2. See Number 1.<br />
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Maybe, just maybe, it should read like this:<br />
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1. Become as educated as possible on the "flawed" aspects of the Birth culture in America.<br />
2. Share this knowledge with all who will hear it!<br />
3. Become A childbirth Educator (this is a great platform to share this knowledge!)<br />
4. Become a Certified Doula. Advocate for those vulnearbale women at the mercy of the medical "McDonal-ized" Medical system.<br />
5. Become a Midwife. (I may be 70 by the time it happens, but it <em>WILL</em> happen.)<br />
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Are you readers still willing to hold me accountable?<br />
I'm going to need it. <br />
<br />
-ErinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-10023628723454713912011-05-19T10:53:00.000-05:002011-05-19T10:53:03.537-05:00Wordless Wednesday-only a day late....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HgLVRsQyC0/TdU8tuNe_PI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7d-9gUILO6M/s1600/china+hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HgLVRsQyC0/TdU8tuNe_PI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7d-9gUILO6M/s1600/china+hat.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-90513008732058629962011-05-14T21:13:00.000-05:002011-05-14T21:13:03.018-05:00Change is the only constant.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekd836VYE7I/Tc8vs6Q6E0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/mAt5rV2tAgo/s1600/botanical-dandelion-engraving-hand-colored.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekd836VYE7I/Tc8vs6Q6E0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/mAt5rV2tAgo/s320/botanical-dandelion-engraving-hand-colored.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The significance of the name change is that it means so much to me. There is so much wrapped up in these yellow 'weeds'. They are a very healing plant, yet most just consider them an annoying weed. For me, they are a symbol of constant rebirth and tenacity. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is a song called "Dandelions" by a band named Five Iron Frenzy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lyrics are this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In a field of yellow flowers,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">underneath the sun,</div><div style="text-align: center;">bluest eyes that spark with lightning,</div><div style="text-align: center;">boy with shoes undone.<br />
He is young, so full of hope,</div><div style="text-align: center;">reveling in tiny dreams,<br />
filling up, his arms with flowers,</div><div style="text-align: center;">right for giving any queen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Running to her beaming bright,</div><div style="text-align: center;">while cradling his prize.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A flickering of yellow light,</div><div style="text-align: center;">within his mother's eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She holds them to her heart,<br />
keeping them where they'll be safe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">clasped within her very marrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">dandelions in a vase.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.<br />
all hope is found.<br />
Here is everything he needs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fathomless your endless mercy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">weight I could not lift.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where do I fit in this puzzle,</div><div style="text-align: center;">what good are these gifts?<br />
Not a martyr, or a saint,</div><div style="text-align: center;">scarcely can I struggle through.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All that I have ever wanted,<br />
was to give my best to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lord, search my heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">create in me something clean.<br />
Dandelions<br />
you see flowers in these weeds.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gently lifting hands to heaven,<br />
softened by the sweetest hush,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a Father sings over his children,</div><div style="text-align: center;">loving them so very much.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">More than words could warrant,</div><div style="text-align: center;">deeper than the darkest blue,</div><div style="text-align: center;">more than sacrifice could merit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lord, I give my heart to you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I first heard it in High School and thought it was just a fun catchy tune. As I grew, it took on so much more meaning for me. I saw my future in that song. Love, Marriage, Motherhood, Worship.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I have a son with the bluest eyes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a son that calls me Princess.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a son, that brings me Dandelions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I struggle everyday to find out what my gifts are,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> how they can be used, </div><div style="text-align: center;">if I'm doing all that I need to do to Glorify God.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a family that I love, and am so thankful for everyday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, I can barely listen to this song without crying. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This blog was started to keep far away family informed, and updated on what's happening in our lives. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's turned itno something different for me, and I hope you all don't mind where I might go with this blog. Maybe it'll be easier for me to maintain if I feel more vested in it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's your challenge:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Keep me accountable. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for being you, we love you all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Erin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-55712011653605010882011-05-03T22:26:00.000-05:002011-05-03T22:37:00.759-05:00AustinWe made it! We're here!<br /><br />There is still a lot of unpacking, organizing and situating to do. Nearly all of our belongings have been in storage for the past three years so we're also doing a lot of sorting and sifting as well.<br /><br />Emery loves his new bedroom and is settling nicely into his new chaotic schedule. He sleeps in his own twin size bed, in his own room, and allllllll of his toys -trampoline included.<br /><br />With both Owen and I working full time, our poor little guy is spending about 8-11 hours a day in daycare. :( I'm not happy about that at all. so, that doesn't give us much family time, and our weekends blaze past in a blur, and finding weekend childcare hasn't been the easiest.<br /><br />All that aside, we're happy here! we'll be sure to keep you posted on all thats going on......if I can find time to update the blog!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-64808263762007980182010-06-13T21:44:00.001-05:002010-06-13T21:44:52.824-05:00I have reached the conclusion that if I want to maintain this blog, I will need to update via phone. So sad. My posts will be short and to the point from hereAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-76441450334008207352010-01-25T11:25:00.000-06:002010-01-25T12:08:30.511-06:00A post of pictures from the past few months......Enjoy!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13cCSTEQqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ULb7oZOne9s/s1600-h/DSCF1457.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430738657508344482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13cCSTEQqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ULb7oZOne9s/s320/DSCF1457.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was taken on the car ride back from Arkansas.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13cB9jiVyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/WtGvdkh3_c0/s1600-h/DSCF1460.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430738651940280098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13cB9jiVyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/WtGvdkh3_c0/s320/DSCF1460.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13cBWgoK5I/AAAAAAAAA5E/j5E4PT2gfe8/s1600-h/DSCF1463.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430738641459096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13cBWgoK5I/AAAAAAAAA5E/j5E4PT2gfe8/s320/DSCF1463.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He likes to stand up and stick his head out of the sunroof.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a_moNAmI/AAAAAAAAA44/5I1zPA4Raq8/s1600-h/DSCF1303.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737511914472034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a_moNAmI/AAAAAAAAA44/5I1zPA4Raq8/s320/DSCF1303.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the driveway between Aunt Christi's and Nana's.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a_CNLlEI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rMnsm8wp7nM/s1600-h/DSCF1369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737502137455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a_CNLlEI/AAAAAAAAA4w/rMnsm8wp7nM/s320/DSCF1369.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a-g1ZQyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/s0cWx7R2RFI/s1600-h/DSCF1422.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737493179319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a-g1ZQyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/s0cWx7R2RFI/s320/DSCF1422.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Emery and Zoe when we went to see the lights on the square.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a-MB0paI/AAAAAAAAA4g/fbuqeB-2w30/s1600-h/DSCF1411.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737487594300834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a-MB0paI/AAAAAAAAA4g/fbuqeB-2w30/s320/DSCF1411.JPG" border="0" /></a> Emery and Dawn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a9imQlEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/MhN3SW4F7iA/s1600-h/DSCF1451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737476472837186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13a9imQlEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/MhN3SW4F7iA/s320/DSCF1451.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Zoe and Emery shared marshmallows, in bed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13Zs2VH5yI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xUhHkIw1pMk/s1600-h/DSCF1490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736090200270626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13Zs2VH5yI/AAAAAAAAA4M/xUhHkIw1pMk/s320/DSCF1490.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Christmas Morning.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZsXpvKMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QoHil-xHkk4/s1600-h/DSCF1529.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736081965230274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZsXpvKMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QoHil-xHkk4/s320/DSCF1529.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Helping Daddy put together daddy's gift.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZsOiDv4I/AAAAAAAAA38/WVJvHFPkO2Y/s1600-h/DSCF1253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736079517106050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZsOiDv4I/AAAAAAAAA38/WVJvHFPkO2Y/s320/DSCF1253.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Emery with his cousins Breonna and Joshua.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZrvATDHI/AAAAAAAAA30/iAWxVoeHyyg/s1600-h/DSCF1264.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736071054003314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZrvATDHI/AAAAAAAAA30/iAWxVoeHyyg/s320/DSCF1264.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZrBIG3bI/AAAAAAAAA3s/9JvovRdLXrI/s1600-h/DSCF1281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736058738728370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13ZrBIG3bI/AAAAAAAAA3s/9JvovRdLXrI/s320/DSCF1281.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Nana and Emery<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X9eHrx6I/AAAAAAAAA3g/s69XaMS6HD8/s1600-h/DSCF1468.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734176735971234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X9eHrx6I/AAAAAAAAA3g/s69XaMS6HD8/s320/DSCF1468.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Emery playing with his train.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X9I2iVqI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LqrUdFsvR_M/s1600-h/DSCF1474.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734171026904738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X9I2iVqI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LqrUdFsvR_M/s320/DSCF1474.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />His Christmas Eve present from Aunt Gina.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X8lwc3sI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/h8Rh5fgWUkI/s1600-h/DSCF1489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734161606139586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X8lwc3sI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/h8Rh5fgWUkI/s320/DSCF1489.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X8L_dp9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/sREb2-V-uko/s1600-h/DSCF1513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734154689783762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X8L_dp9I/AAAAAAAAA3I/sREb2-V-uko/s320/DSCF1513.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X7vOPhPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/TLSjXhVI0Kc/s1600-h/DSCF1527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734146967143666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13X7vOPhPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/TLSjXhVI0Kc/s320/DSCF1527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WSndgnbI/AAAAAAAAA20/dN95aRwZkTo/s1600-h/DSCF1189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732340997430706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WSndgnbI/AAAAAAAAA20/dN95aRwZkTo/s320/DSCF1189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Rennaissance Faire.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WSbenj1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/U_BgxGh_u1E/s1600-h/DSCF1193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732337780854610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WSbenj1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/U_BgxGh_u1E/s320/DSCF1193.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WRyBSDaI/AAAAAAAAA2k/mAXK05IFCv4/s1600-h/DSCF1200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732326651956642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WRyBSDaI/AAAAAAAAA2k/mAXK05IFCv4/s320/DSCF1200.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Decorating the tree.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WRQ2rzgI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HOUAx2e46ZQ/s1600-h/DSCF1212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732317749136898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WRQ2rzgI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HOUAx2e46ZQ/s320/DSCF1212.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WQy53riI/AAAAAAAAA2U/06_LBnmYHX4/s1600-h/DSCF1242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732309709434402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/S13WQy53riI/AAAAAAAAA2U/06_LBnmYHX4/s320/DSCF1242.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Decorating the Gingerbread house.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-18766757561705789592010-01-21T14:07:00.000-06:002010-01-21T14:42:42.228-06:00I think He's hiding the red hair somewhere.I can't believe that its been so long since I've posted anything! Christmas and january for that matter have come and gone Before you know it, it will be Emery's second birthday1 I'll try to post again before that happens.<br /><br />Emery update? He went to the doctor a few weeks ago and she decided that he needed allergy medicine. So he gets a dose of that everyday. Along with his vitamins. which he would take three times a day if we would let him.<br />He is so smart. He can go to the cabinet and get out the ones that are his, and the ones that are mine, and the ones that Owen takes. Nobody has told him either. He just knows.<br /><br />He is such an amazingly strong-willed, courageous, fearless, little spitfire. I swear his tow-headedness is just a guise, secretly it is really red. :) For example: lately he has been waking up at 4:00 every morning screaming at the top of his lungs for milk. I'm trying so very hard to night wean him to no avail. Owen said he's like a junkie going through withdrawals. If I didn't work so much I think things would be a little bit different. I need my sleep to work. It seems that sleep is really hard for me. I have a really awful time going to sleep and then if I don't get my full 8-10 hours, I'm a terrible awful no good, horrible mommy and wife. (I'm literally unbearable)Emery NEEDS his milk to make it through the night apparently. Last night I implemented the 4:30 am snack. Popcorn. It didn't help. he was awake until 5:30. and ready to start his day at 8.<br />Sigh. I digress.<br />When he eats, be sure that your are super alert, or you'll end up wearing his food. He tends to throw it when he's full, and just for good measure, occasionally his utensil will follow. This is honestly a daily ritual. We can't seem to get him to stop.<br />This morning I gave him a bowl of dry Life cereal. No problem. Once he started getting low, I added Cheerios. Emery then shouted, " Mo-om, spoon." I gave him a spoon, to which he replied. "mulk, mulk, mulk, mulk..." incessantly until I poured some milk into the bowl. Apparently all cereal, unless cheerios, must be eaten dry. Otherwise once the cheerios have been completely removed from the bowl, the remaining mushiness (Life cereal) and the entire bowl that contains it is to be thrown at Mommy.<br />Then he had the audacity to ask for eggs. I figured that he hadn't eaten enough cereal so I scrambled an egg for him. He was doing a wonderful job of scooping small pieces onto his spoon and putting the morsels into his mouth so I began to clean up the cereal mess. I look up and see Emery dumping the whole bowl of eggs over the side of his high chair tray, and then as if to make sure it wouldn't float back up magically, he drops the bowl on top, and throws his spoon into the floor.<br />Needless to say, he helped me clean that mess up, and had a time out.<br /><br />Two days agao Owen and I took emery to a nearby school playground. He has been to this playground on a couple of occasions with Owen and Grandad. As soon as Owen got him out of the car and put him down, Emery took of running across the parking lot. He tripped over an uneven spot and began to stumble. I watched in slow motion as my baby landed on all fours, then his hands slid out from underneath him and he wacked his chin on the pavement. He jumped up. asked me to wipe his hands off ( he doesn't like them to be dirty) and trotted away with out shedding a tear. (I think it hurt me way more thatn him!) He had some skin missing from his little knees, ankles, and hands, but didn't seem to notice. Soon he was climbing the U-shaped ladder up to the top level of the equipment trying to slide down the slide by himself -head first.<br /><br />I think it's gonna be a bumpy ride folks!<br /><br />My next post, I'll try to post pictures from the last few months, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Arkansas trip. Blah, blah, blah.<br />Ciao.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-42623750833903108232009-11-13T22:31:00.000-06:002009-11-13T23:04:10.819-06:00Intentionally Honest- which leaves me feeling raw, open, and vulnerable.My friend <a href="http://jasmineandgarrett.blogspot.com/2009/11/honest-scrap.html">Jasmine</a> tagged me to write ten honest things about me. Since this is the only blog I have, and semi-keep up with, I guess this is where it will be written.<br />I suppose this is a good thing because really, the people I started this blog for don't ever read it anymore-and if they do, they'll learn some things about me. <br /><br />1) I struggle daily with a raging temper. I'll scream, yell, and say nasty things. The problem is: I don't know why I'm so angry.<br /><br />2) Because of number one, I feel like an awful mother a lot of the time. I feel like I'm going to somehow scar Emery for life causing him to be an awful friend, partner, and father when he is older.<br /><br />3)I love, love, love my job. It actually is inspiring me to do more with alternative medicine/Health/Natural Healing beyond just massage therapy and Midwifery (Maybe possibly a Naturopathic Doctor or a Nutritionist someday?!) However, I hate, hate, hate leaving Emery every day. I want to be the one teaching him things, and watching him grow.<br /><br />4) Because of number 1, 2, and 3, I am terrified of having another child, but lately it creeps into my every spare moment when I'm allowed to think about future possibilities.<br /><br />5)I love Owen more and more each day and I am amazed at what a blesing from God he is in my life. I don't show him, or tell him this enough.<br /><br />6) I don't know how to keep a home neat, clean and tidy. It drives me nuts to be surrounded by clutter, disorder, and chaos, yet I also find it strangely cozy.<br /> I was never taught to 'clean', and I don't have the self-discipline to start a regimen all my own. I secretly hope and wish that I absorb housewifey skills as such from Judy (my mother-in-law ) while we are blessed to be sharing a home with them while Owen is in school. <br /><br />7) I feel really alone a lot of the time. I really miss my family and my friends in Arkansas. I get sad when I think about them and I wish I could go see them right now.<br /><br />8) As much as I complained about Oregon ("it rains, and rains, and it was too cool, and it rains, a nd we are so far away from everyone") I miss it, and all the friends we made while we were there.<br /><br />9) I'm trying to wean Emery, for convenience sake, but I don't really want to. I want to let him nurse until he weans himself.<br /><br />10) I spend far too much time on facebook, Blogger, and mothering.com. I guess that stems from me feeling alone a lot of time. Hi friends!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-57874351281967383152009-11-06T17:02:00.000-06:002009-11-06T17:35:03.782-06:00Pictures are worth a thousand words............or so they say. Here is what happened in October, as told by pictures.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSrvgQQWJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mzXs-akxS0Y/s1600-h/baby+shower+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401130685724383378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSrvgQQWJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mzXs-akxS0Y/s320/baby+shower+015.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSsf4kGklI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/y_IxhlXGpMk/s1600-h/baby+shower+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401131516883800658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSsf4kGklI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/y_IxhlXGpMk/s320/baby+shower+031.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSsgKsF0rI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LVoKUGO_0bY/s1600-h/baby+shower+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401131521749144242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSsgKsF0rI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LVoKUGO_0bY/s320/baby+shower+044.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStlseAr2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/QvVV9rfNpiU/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401132716227866466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStlseAr2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/QvVV9rfNpiU/s320/pumpkin+patch+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStm8iATBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rG1mDebhgnk/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch2+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401132737719454738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStm8iATBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rG1mDebhgnk/s320/pumpkin+patch2+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStmZOwDHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F5yHdkphTsg/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch2+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401132728243457138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStmZOwDHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F5yHdkphTsg/s320/pumpkin+patch2+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStl3PuLYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4EJXOy50Vz4/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401132719120723330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStl3PuLYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/4EJXOy50Vz4/s320/pumpkin+patch+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStmMwLcWI/AAAAAAAAA04/YrzvlHIuO0o/s1600-h/pumpkin+patch2+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401132724894003554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvStmMwLcWI/AAAAAAAAA04/YrzvlHIuO0o/s320/pumpkin+patch2+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSuhQAPkLI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yQgmTu9KKn8/s1600-h/October+2009+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401133739378970802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSuhQAPkLI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yQgmTu9KKn8/s320/October+2009+046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSu2fxbR-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vf3Ki3OIIvY/s1600-h/October+2009+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134104389044194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSu2fxbR-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vf3Ki3OIIvY/s320/October+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvEYfFq6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/TUdfDXnfJg4/s1600-h/October+2009+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134342951250850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvEYfFq6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/TUdfDXnfJg4/s320/October+2009+064.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvQ2-lBcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/PRjIG08pFKE/s1600-h/October+2009+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134557294822850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvQ2-lBcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/PRjIG08pFKE/s320/October+2009+076.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135012936856034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvrYYGseI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_FDtRY0yveA/s320/October+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvruUam9I/AAAAAAAAA14/fKIKpq_xhEs/s1600-h/October+2009+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135018826963922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvruUam9I/AAAAAAAAA14/fKIKpq_xhEs/s320/October+2009+087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvr_NiwFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/4suAGDlLxVY/s1600-h/October+2009+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135023361540178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvr_NiwFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/4suAGDlLxVY/s320/October+2009+104.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvsCfLA7I/AAAAAAAAA2I/9VPjDsHwtsk/s1600-h/October+2009+108.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401135024240788402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSvsCfLA7I/AAAAAAAAA2I/9VPjDsHwtsk/s320/October+2009+108.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SvSsgKsF0rI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LVoKUGO_0bY/s1600-h/baby+shower+044.jpg"></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-49236491402042399742009-10-26T11:23:00.000-05:002009-10-26T12:10:55.116-05:00The first official haircut<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXX9GLw7II/AAAAAAAAAz8/piiIriNINdI/s1600-h/baby+shower+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957173105355906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXX9GLw7II/AAAAAAAAAz8/piiIriNINdI/s320/baby+shower+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXX8oPTCwI/AAAAAAAAAz0/He6Ww3dV-Fs/s1600-h/baby+shower+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957165067111170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXX8oPTCwI/AAAAAAAAAz0/He6Ww3dV-Fs/s320/baby+shower+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXX8Xu0oiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/k9hUWzOAhg8/s1600-h/baby+shower+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396957160635933218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXX8Xu0oiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/k9hUWzOAhg8/s320/baby+shower+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>The pictures loaded in backwards order, so the first pictures you see are the "after" shots, and the last are the "before". </div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQoUvUCZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RMuD6Sx2WKI/s1600-h/baby+shower+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396949119653906834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQoUvUCZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RMuD6Sx2WKI/s320/baby+shower+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQnj744DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Sim4b39a0zQ/s1600-h/baby+shower+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396949106553315378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQnj744DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Sim4b39a0zQ/s320/baby+shower+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQnKbx6RI/AAAAAAAAAy0/kFIp43iwYOo/s1600-h/baby+shower+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396949099707754770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQnKbx6RI/AAAAAAAAAy0/kFIp43iwYOo/s320/baby+shower+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQm8MktLI/AAAAAAAAAys/HLh35cTZXcU/s1600-h/baby+shower+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396949095885878450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQm8MktLI/AAAAAAAAAys/HLh35cTZXcU/s320/baby+shower+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQmDP42JI/AAAAAAAAAyk/APFkSEPHp-A/s1600-h/baby+shower+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396949080598960274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tDY0u-xXH1g/SuXQmDP42JI/AAAAAAAAAyk/APFkSEPHp-A/s320/baby+shower+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I didn't want to do it. I imagined his hair being very rockstar-ish. Somewhat long in the back, and curly. Yet, shorter in the front. NOT a mullet, but surfer-style. Do you know what I'm talking about? </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Anyway, it didn't turnout that way. His bangs were getting in his eyes, and he was waking up with matted curls in the back. Owen said he had a mullet. So we went to get it cut. Here are the pictures. He's still adorable. He just looks more grown up.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-11031756639239896672009-10-22T23:23:00.000-05:002009-10-22T23:36:27.708-05:00Am I supposed to be blogging about this stuff?It seems as if nearly all the mommy bloggers I know post regular updates on their little ones and the different milestones that they reach. I fully inteneded on doing this when I started this blog, but clearly I have failed. So, here's your update.<br /><br />Just so you know, Emery is an official toddler He's 18 months old. He's so much fun, and truly so much work. But, he's loved, soooo much. By everyone. He's a lucky boy. :)<br /><br />We got his haircut today. We spent way too much moneyto go to a place that caters to kids. You know, those places that have chairs shaped like firetrucks, and taxis, and airplane. The place that plays loud obnoxious "kid-friendly" videos really close to their face in hopes of distracting them from the stranger holding sharp objects near ther eyes.<br />It was pointless. He was truly more interested in the stranger weilding a sharp object near his face to pay attention to the video. In fact, I think he enjoyed it. There were no tears, no meltdowns. He took it like a, well, like a little boy. He looks so much older now. I miss his long curly mop, but also love how grown up he looks. ;) (Pictures coming soon!)<br /><br />I've been working. A lot. In order to give Grandma a break, I'm in the process of finding an affordable Motessori school. In all actuality it isn't <em>really </em>feasible to pay that kind of money, and we could use the government to help pay for daycare. But I feel like he should be well, <em>learning </em>something instead just playing. Am I wrong?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-4764346058316343942009-09-30T09:03:00.000-05:002009-09-30T09:07:03.300-05:00Emery says:Emery is sitting on my lap, and he wants to type so:<br /><br /><br /><br />gh n xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxz<br />kj klkl mll r hglvhjm,ll,,m , .l.gkgjjgjhjjc rf f ,mn mn vvvvvvvvvvvvvv<br /> c v bbbbbbbbbbbbbb ,mmgt<br /> Love, Emery<br /><br /><br /><br />So, I guess he likes the space bar, and the comma, and he thinks he's management.<br />:)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209237656851948457.post-83430184274432672742009-09-17T22:59:00.000-05:002009-09-17T23:21:33.325-05:00My heart has a skinned kneeI got a new job. That will pay me m re and I'll be working the same hours, if not more, and it's a lot closer to the house, like blocks away. It's working in the healthy living department of a grocery store. I'm familiar with this stuff cause I did it for two years at Ozark Natural Foods. I'm excited! Bring on the healthy stuff!<br /><br />Emery turned 17 months old on the 15th. Technically speaking I don't think he's considered a toddler until he's 18 months old. PSHAW! Have you seen my son? Have you had a conversation with him? He's a genius, and so very advanced for his age. He's been doing very toddler like things.<br /><br />First, he went to the park today with Grandma. She said he went down the really big tall twisty slide all by himself. He rode on the merry-go-round and climbed the rock wall. She said she was really impressed with all the things he could do. She said it was like he had grown up a bit since last time at the park.<br /><br />Then, the other day he put a roll-on bottle of pain-relieving capsacin in his mouth.......without the cap. I called poison control and they told me to give him yogurt and milk. His lips and mouth turned bright red and they swelled. He only cried for a few seconds and then he was fine. I felt so awful! I literally had just taken a mascara tube from him (that he had taken the lid off and was trying to put it in his mouth) seconds before.<br /><br />Finally, he also fell and scraped his knee. It was one of the scrapes that break the skin, but only slightly. Just enough for the blood to peek through but not really go anywhere. It's like the top layer of skin gets removed. It hurts. I remember. It hurts even more when it's your baby, and they've never experienced anything like that before. He didn't cry. He whimpered and whined and grabbed his leg and said "Knee! Knee!" over and over again. I kissed it.<br />Owen says he's tough. I think so too. I guess I need to get tough too. He truly is "a piece of my heart walking around in the world."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879857582180614645noreply@blogger.com1