tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48801496362080660582024-03-05T01:44:24.690-08:00Our Bumpy RoadMicah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.comBlogger305125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-41553651977372311342016-01-04T00:42:00.000-08:002016-01-04T00:42:02.525-08:00Midnight musings of the clinically insane (padded room here I come)Tonight I'm feeling reflective... The Move to Texas is coming quickly we are less than 2 weeks away... Let's not talk about my page of todos for tomorrow or the icy roads I can't drive on or the fact that Micah is gone all week and I'm pitch hitting alone... Gah<br />
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Tonight I'm thinking about my job, my job as a mother and wife... The family nurturer. I know that the religion I grew up in caused my family to raise me to believe that being a mother staying at home was one of the greatest gifts I could give my children. I agree to a point, this is also the hardest job I've ever had, it's impossible to know if I'm doing it right and more often than not if feel like I'm failing.<br />
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My boys say please and thank you, but they eat bad food and they think it's funny to talk to each other using the butts... They call it butt talk... They are so smart but I don't make then do their homework enough. I swear I'm not on them enough about their personal hygiene, they only brush their teeth in the morning, I always forget until after they are asleep. I let them drink soda and when Micah's out of town it's easier to buy pizza and mcDs... I yell all the time, I'm constantly loosing my Shit... I asked you 5 times to put your shoes away nicely, why is it #6 with the scary mom voice and the dead eyes that you finally get around to it.<br />
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I use TV as a babysitter to get a break from the constant questions... I don't bake enough with them, it's easier to grab cookies in the bakery section of the supermarket. I wanted to do a garden so badly but I never got around to clearing the space in the side yard... I didn't have the patience for the sweet puppy I brought home and could get her potty trained and to stop nipping... We found her a good home with a nice older couple.<br />
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I worry that me staying at home will make them see women in only a domestic roll, as only capable of being nurtures and caretakers. Am I failing their future spouse by not finishing school<br />
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For those that tell me I'm amazing, don't fret I'm human... I just put on a good show for company! <br />
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I'm finally tired now that I've gotten this off my very large chest😜. Night night!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-57261885929065018372015-08-25T15:12:00.002-07:002015-08-25T15:12:23.363-07:00Just a quick memoryI ran to the post office the other day to mail a package for a friend. I had all 4 kids in the van, Max and Marley fell asleep in the mile it took to drive to our post office. Our post office in Junction City is across the street from the police department, the longest line I have ever seen was 3 people and that was a Christmas time. <br />
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I pulled directly in front of the office, under a tree. I left the van on and had Mason lock the door ...I swear I kept eyes on the van except for the 90 seconds... in that time period my kids ... oh my kids!<br />
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I never would have known that they had gotten out of the car if it wasn't for the little old lady laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face... I walked out the door of the post office and there she was bent over at the waist gasping for breathe... I asked if she was alright and she asked if the blue van was mine, I said yea.<br />
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She proceeded to tell me that she had watched my boys jump out of the sliding door and pee on the bushes in front of the Police department and then jump back in the van... the part that was cracking up the most was that they boys didn't once look at the police bldg. they didn't take their eyes off the post office. She thought it was hilarious that they were more worried about who was in the post office than getting in trouble from the police.<br />
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I'm in such trouble, let me honest.Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-30589645238938387362015-08-11T11:43:00.002-07:002015-08-11T11:43:52.841-07:00On the Road to Idaho<div style="text-align: center;">
I had this amazing idea in December that we needed to plan to go into visit Micah's family for the 24th of July which is a holiday (Pioneer Day) in Idaho. Micah's home town celebrates in style... more on that later.</div>
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We left on Saturday at 6am and drove all day. This was what the kids looked like driving. Everyone did so great, having a giant TV to watch while we drove had to be a huge factor in their good behavior. </div>
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Micah drove us all the way to Pocatello, and we made it to the hotel just in time to take the boys swimming. Micah got in the pool with the 3 boys and I wasn't sure that they were going to ever get out. </div>
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We made the short drive to Shelley, ID on Sunday and spent time with Micah's brother Cole and his family. Cole's wife Kate had found a Festival at Targhee Resort just below the Teton Mountains on the Idaho side. We ditched the older kids with a sitter and head to the festival. Where we met Kate's sister Erin and her husband Chad and their darling little man who is a few weeks older than Marley. </div>
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Brandi Carlile was the headliner and the she closed the show... we went to see just her! Her song 'The Story' has been one of my favorite songs for years, and I relate to her music in so many ways. She and the Twins were amazing and I am dying to go see them again!</div>
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After the show Kate's sitter Erin saw a small crowd formed to the side of the stage and say Brandi right in the middle signing autographs and meeting people. We hightailed it that to the fence and got inline. She signed everything that was handed to her, but Marley... I tried but she refused to sign my baby. I have a sick sense of humor! She posed for a picture and chatted with us about her little girl at home and being a traveling mother. </div>
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Chad picked a great dinner spot, with this insanely yummy pizza! Erin and Kate are long time Brandi fans and they gushed over meeting her and getting to visit with her about babies and concerts. We chatted the evening light away and then headed to Rexburg to pick up Reese from her grannie Shelia's.</div>
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Marley cried from the restaurant all the way to Rexburg.. like an hour straight! I was ready to throw myself from the car!</div>
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Reese had been spending lots and lots of time with her Grannie who is an amazing horse woman, practicing barrel racing. She was also caring for Sheila who had just broken her leg barrel racing at Sandy Downs. Neither of them was ready to say goodbye and we got to hear about all their adventures on the way back to Shelley.</div>
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Then that evening we headed to Rexburg to watch Reese practice her barrels... she did so good!</div>
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it was hot and dusty, but watching all the Cow people ride was very cool for the boys and did you know that arenas have the best, the very best dirt to play in. Its soft and feels just like flour. The boys started building roads and mountains and the dirt started to fly... Mason accidently threw dirt on a lady that had set up her chair right behind all the city building... (what an idiot to set up with your back to little boys and gobs of dirt) Mason got chastised and he had to apologize for getting dirt on this lady... it went from a mistake to a full blown drama. </div>
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Mason and I went the rounds, and he begged to go to the car he was so embarrassed for throwing dirt... he then showed Micah and I what a great actor he is... he scream cried for 5 minutes and had us both feeling awful for all his angst. Poor Micah hadn't seen the show before, but I had... it gets old real quick and all my motherly love goes out the window and I feel the need to give him something to cry about. (I don't it would only make things worse, but dang it pisses me off)</div>
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Then all the kids got a turn on Reese's horse... Uncle Cole was such a trooper to give everyone a ride!</div>
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Tuesday we headed to Star Valley... and the things that came out of Mason's mouth will scar me forever!</div>
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Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-61007289167420582002015-08-10T10:56:00.003-07:002015-08-10T10:56:53.635-07:00Swimming... drowning<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm going to jump back and forth as I try to recap our visit to Idaho and Utah as well as keep up with the goings on in our lives...</div>
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Today I got a text from one of my very dear friends Rebekah, inviting the kids and I to meet them at the club to got swimming. Even though Micah has been out of town this week I thought why not the kids are going stir crazy and the crowd at their pool is always smaller than at the public pool. </div>
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Here we are all ready to go just waiting for Max to wake up</div>
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Aunt D gave Marley a darling suit... we got to use it today!</div>
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It was amazing to see and visit, I hadn't seen her in over 2 weeks and I had seriously missed her. Marley was awake but not crying, max was life floatied up but I had a hold of the strap and the big boys were in life jackets... I should have gotten a solid 15 mins of visiting before Max forced me into the pool or Marley needed to be fed... 10mins in I hear the god awful whistle blow and splash of a life guard.</div>
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Miles having treaded water for the first time at swim lessons the day before decided he didn't need his jacket and headed into the deep end. Miles was doing pretty good, or so the life guard said, "his eyes and nose stayed above the water but his little mouth was under more than not." </div>
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Only my kid, could embarrass us so much at the country club... guess whose family is never going back!</div>
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My sister and her family are moving back to Idaho... We got them here for such a short period of time and we got to enjoy them even less. <br />
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The boys were ecstatic; cousins, a pool, a hotel, Portland, and the zoo! In their little minds we were 1 step down from Disneyland! Is there anything better than staying in a hotel when your a kid?!</div>
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Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-52181966697624519332015-08-05T12:10:00.001-07:002015-08-05T12:10:28.782-07:00Marley and the Boys<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Having a girl is so much harder than I thought, I blame the majority of the stress on the boys. Marley's brothers have decided that they each will mother hen our little girl, everyone has an opinion on what is best for her... she's hot, she's cold, she needs her diaper changed, she's hungry, her toes itch, she has a headache... all flipping day long I am told by my children how to mother their sister and how to best serve her needs. When I am not being bossed by my boys I am trying to keep Marley safe from their impatient ministrations... or just from Max.</span><br />
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Micah and I were able to convince our first Babysitter to make the trip to Eugene from Washington to watch the boys while I had the Csection. Thank goodness for Hannah and the peace of mind I had knowing she was with my boys.<br />
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Marley was by far my hardest pregnancy, she was also our biggest surprise...<br />
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We had just heard from Miles' New Neurologist that he suspected Miles had Cerebral Palsy and his seizure like events may come back. We were reeling from the news and quickly asked for him to be evaluated again, we were put on a waiting list for the CDC (child development center) in Portland and learned that the next available appointment wasn't until April... 8 long months away. I requested that we also be put on the list for possible cancelation spots. <br />
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Heart broken and trying to understand our new future we pushed forward trying to find a new normal for our family. In the spirit of normal we decided to keep several engagements we had previously RSVP for. I hadn't been feeling to hot and decided to take a test before our weekend of fun. All was well, Micah and I decided our family was complete and in the face our what we might face with Miles we need to be done having children. Friday we celebrated a wedding of one of Micah's co-workers and Saturday we went to a benefit party called Empty Bowls for the NFP Micah volunteers with. <br />
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Empty Bowls is a rather large event and every year they have a huge silent auction with 100s of items to bid on. In true style I always scan for a treasure or an amazing deal. I found what I thought was the funniest Item... A vasectomy for $100... thinking I was hilarious I wrote down Micah's bidder # and his full name in big bold letters. My girlfriends and I returned to our spouses giggling like idiots and informed them of my hilarious joke... Micah ever the accountant immediately saw the value in my would be joke... so he spent the rest of the event guarding the item and we won it for $200.<br />
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He had 2 bottom teeth fully in and 2 teeth that are just starting to push through! He spider crawls (hands and feet as opposed to knees) so fast, when I sweep the floor it's a rush to try and get the crumbs sweep up... 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I am so exhausted, but so very happy!</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-50959970910849817372014-05-28T00:48:00.001-07:002014-05-28T00:48:41.319-07:00Memorial WeekendWe had a busy weekend, and it was so much fun to have things to do!<div><br></div><div>Friday started of with me having my first ever garage sale! Wahoo... NOT! I had 6 people stop in 4 hrs and I made $67.00. I live in the worst neighborhood for a garage sale and the best one for low traffic! We finished the day at Rodeo our local family restaurant, the boys love it for the trains that drive around the ceiling (very cool for little boys)</div><div><br></div><div>Saturday we headed into Eugene for a fun filled couple of hours with the Nelson family at the Beers, Blues, and BBQ festival! I managed to get a little sun and Mason and Miles both won gold fish!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitW_eFf2_Rbx1ss3LwAd1xXaP7mHjbsZ0Im9UJnOyGt5FyZ_gClXliPF-ZdCbNXqRUfJV6cQGRRaoxSFZ8U_dbe1Af_N66Lceynhel1-fzWfdfxXhm7VFYBtcz6LBCPrEsbN2Vb16XF2-7/s640/blogger-image-1040640604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitW_eFf2_Rbx1ss3LwAd1xXaP7mHjbsZ0Im9UJnOyGt5FyZ_gClXliPF-ZdCbNXqRUfJV6cQGRRaoxSFZ8U_dbe1Af_N66Lceynhel1-fzWfdfxXhm7VFYBtcz6LBCPrEsbN2Vb16XF2-7/s640/blogger-image-1040640604.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We love ballon animals!</div><br></div><div>Mason decided to name his fish 'Elmo' and Miles names his 'Yar'. The boys were ecstatic about there first pets (I guess baby brothers don't count)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpnVTGL4DG5x2xo9xqzGQ8gk7lXmx_J1EH9eLWa__mavGYf8-_XAU8VIKczm8WwCEzN9K1ID0PekkI2oCHh1pjDZ7PuSFQp5gYYeffEu5AEp1Y-DXrMEPTiTFo-CooFSb2P-D3BV276Sx/s640/blogger-image--1332858284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpnVTGL4DG5x2xo9xqzGQ8gk7lXmx_J1EH9eLWa__mavGYf8-_XAU8VIKczm8WwCEzN9K1ID0PekkI2oCHh1pjDZ7PuSFQp5gYYeffEu5AEp1Y-DXrMEPTiTFo-CooFSb2P-D3BV276Sx/s640/blogger-image--1332858284.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mase and Elmo </div><br></div><div>Sunday was a day of BBQ, furniture shopping, cleaning, and naps! We bought special fish food for Elmo and Yar and the boys took the fish on several outings; meeting the neighbors, jumping on the trampoline, seeing the upstairs and any other place they though the fish might like!</div><div><br></div><div>Monday was wonderful! We got up and out the door in a hurry to make the Memorial service at the JC cemetery. Now my boys only know cemeteries from cartoon and there understanding is limited as to what we do there or so I thought. </div><div><br></div><div>We pulled in slowly and with the windows down to lots of elderly people decorating loved ones graves (seriously, there were like 4 young families on the whole place) as we drove up the gravel road careful of all the pedestrians Mason told me at normal Mason level (loud) that "tonight all these dead people will be zombies". He didn't just tell me once he told me over and over again... Making sure that every grannie in the place gave me dirty looks!</div><div><br></div><div>Once we settled the zombie theory to Masons satisfaction we made out way on foot to the flag area to watch the Veterans ceremony. Now not everyone could make it to this area on foot, one little lady who was up there in years (even among the elderly group assembled) was pushed up in a wheel chair. She barely made it in time and she was trying hard to make a stealthy arrival. Which was difficult because I the hush that had fallen over the crowd as the men assembled to 'forward march'. In between that order to move and the quiet crunch of wheels on gravel Mason loudly proclaimed to the assembled group that " the old lady is gonna die soon ". </div><div><br></div><div>In that moment Micah turned quietly with Maddox in his arms and headed straight for the car. I was still at this point determined that my boys would learn some respect for our country and its veterans. </div><div><br></div><div>After the pledge, national anthem, and flag raising, one of the men read a lovely poem it was at this point that Miles announced to the group, " My poopy is coming"</div><div><br></div><div>I gave up!</div><div><br></div><div>Next year we will try to teach patriotism, this year I didn't want anyone to commit a felony on my family! </div><div><br></div><div>We got home to find Elmo floating up side down in the bowl. Mason was heart broken. I gave him the option to bury him in the backyard (like at the cemetery) or burial at sea. Mason not wanting Elmo to go zombie on him opted for a burial at sea. Flushing his fish was a real spirit booster, until Miles decided he didn't want to be left out... Yar and Elmo are together forever at sea!</div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-39316696754281794832014-05-19T11:43:00.001-07:002014-05-19T11:43:46.454-07:00We bought a house!We bought a beautiful, perfect home in Junction City, Oregon... We are over the moon!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwTirpWx1p0YT66Pc277_fUzRCukOYkvH0cFDZvVaI8-OUnh8ZMCXoYbfd-9glWB3m9efRvHsWxuNTM7eoFly-MNjI_CMBjt4qP-fsV1mAzU8ytQOp4GO-RxM2uCNZMf379fQqhK7hc0p/s640/blogger-image--291618875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwTirpWx1p0YT66Pc277_fUzRCukOYkvH0cFDZvVaI8-OUnh8ZMCXoYbfd-9glWB3m9efRvHsWxuNTM7eoFly-MNjI_CMBjt4qP-fsV1mAzU8ytQOp4GO-RxM2uCNZMf379fQqhK7hc0p/s640/blogger-image--291618875.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">See it's just darling!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No we didn't buy acres of property, but we did buy on the very edge of a subdivision and there is nothing between us and the coastal range.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktskFdPFTWqOlmtxckB8qEK1K77gMB2eRa3nFgOWLCVBH2WI_Oipu4bMnneurTSgqeW-Tje2NNx5gGHpxXv0jWpYTiDCIMb_SGwDfKLJ7ut_e21i1fj3t-sqeeOEz5IcL717UM4tXQgr5/s640/blogger-image-1713855931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktskFdPFTWqOlmtxckB8qEK1K77gMB2eRa3nFgOWLCVBH2WI_Oipu4bMnneurTSgqeW-Tje2NNx5gGHpxXv0jWpYTiDCIMb_SGwDfKLJ7ut_e21i1fj3t-sqeeOEz5IcL717UM4tXQgr5/s640/blogger-image-1713855931.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We have a postage stamp size backyard, but that didn't stop me from taking advantage of the offer of a free "jump-o-line". I made it fit!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraMlrwtkahY-Au28_QmXvybnMx0Ta3aSSbID3FVtmWfquoUlw3YZnAIdE4HdfMhAhpICULoAjCSz4pfK2gTZ9SP7zkb3d_ZwVZG1x41u5R3MBtOl8c53YrSrqzldoHeWQHtNcd_HGvPfM/s640/blogger-image--1718962386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraMlrwtkahY-Au28_QmXvybnMx0Ta3aSSbID3FVtmWfquoUlw3YZnAIdE4HdfMhAhpICULoAjCSz4pfK2gTZ9SP7zkb3d_ZwVZG1x41u5R3MBtOl8c53YrSrqzldoHeWQHtNcd_HGvPfM/s640/blogger-image--1718962386.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I lost the screws for the boys bunk bed in the move and it took me 2 weeks to find them! I shouldn't have even wasted the time searching, the boys are still sneaking into our bed... And with Micah traveling I like to have all my little chicks in arms reach!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The boys favorite part of our home is the 3 bathrooms, in fact when ever someone comes over or asks about our new home that is the first thing they talk about. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We now have room for all our friends to visit and to throw some really kick-A parties (well as kick-a as parents of 3 kids can get). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-53356248494377106082014-03-02T18:45:00.001-08:002014-03-02T18:45:14.844-08:00Will we ever out grow bunny ears?It's my favorite time of year... Benefit season! For some reason the majority of non for profit organizations have their biggest fundraising events over the next few months. I am lucky enough to get to attend some of them. It's very similar to prom... Even as adults we still have a curfew, we make-out in the car, and my date gives me bunny ears!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-un8174svv8M6QR2qw7KU2YBpyhe64CoG4xyRi5cWyxEHFZ8LpdAiizwgiSi3sNVa3FAnZTQGEn1naiRC7MvZ6ESHU5TI4XpDUpJfnlZ9OPk8jiS7-Q25jea0GEeKjHUO0PP955MMvDUb/s640/blogger-image--1478364507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-un8174svv8M6QR2qw7KU2YBpyhe64CoG4xyRi5cWyxEHFZ8LpdAiizwgiSi3sNVa3FAnZTQGEn1naiRC7MvZ6ESHU5TI4XpDUpJfnlZ9OPk8jiS7-Q25jea0GEeKjHUO0PP955MMvDUb/s640/blogger-image--1478364507.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I'm so darn lucky to have this guy, he is just yummy!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMffIYCuAEagD1xTiCd3icwSRxYz7mI_2-m33lj9azMvfvEvh5dbUn8pNk_b7wARx5dda7mGkLoHw5T9361ZqL7HjEXyPE6I4gFLf6S-lrOVO0bfR5g9Z2-7gtQniu6YSlpEmpCJXvem4/s640/blogger-image-1342575993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMffIYCuAEagD1xTiCd3icwSRxYz7mI_2-m33lj9azMvfvEvh5dbUn8pNk_b7wARx5dda7mGkLoHw5T9361ZqL7HjEXyPE6I4gFLf6S-lrOVO0bfR5g9Z2-7gtQniu6YSlpEmpCJXvem4/s640/blogger-image-1342575993.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A little gambling for charity! Why is it I win with funny money, but never with the real thing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguTZze-hKZ6qMxNtNoBdsQVn8iYWwX19S25NFE-S-j7bVDycL-LAq7_v909Ecaz0U9QAYn1-gbQQCA9-eC4bz5SVypljd3I9lNQTyIfSjyvC7kqistMUfj9WgcbJ30ljmJKfSRow0IaYb/s640/blogger-image--129753153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguTZze-hKZ6qMxNtNoBdsQVn8iYWwX19S25NFE-S-j7bVDycL-LAq7_v909Ecaz0U9QAYn1-gbQQCA9-eC4bz5SVypljd3I9lNQTyIfSjyvC7kqistMUfj9WgcbJ30ljmJKfSRow0IaYb/s640/blogger-image--129753153.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Max stayed with our sitter for the first time and did so good! Yah, I can have dates with out the munchkin chaperone, squawking when ever Micah gets too close!</div></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-10267151167434206712014-02-04T20:35:00.001-08:002014-02-04T20:35:27.950-08:00Miles<div>Miles still goes to daycare once a week when I volunteer in Mason's classroom. Every month a child gets to bring in some of their favorite pictures and put them on the board and share their stories with the other kids. </div><div><br></div><div>This is Miles' month! He was so excited going through the pictures and telling his stories! </div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsW3dHRI9m8VKxvnQj0ShhZe1IXaNZGcVvUhuQdJB-m6eQmVs3KxurB_6SQXxKSnYKla1tKIr5O9SjHt3g8G5v17e7-Fa7Lly-c2jHz3Nl6r0SdWKkv2vcMHfaqefn3Td2AkcWDWp2DsG/s640/blogger-image-613003729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsW3dHRI9m8VKxvnQj0ShhZe1IXaNZGcVvUhuQdJB-m6eQmVs3KxurB_6SQXxKSnYKla1tKIr5O9SjHt3g8G5v17e7-Fa7Lly-c2jHz3Nl6r0SdWKkv2vcMHfaqefn3Td2AkcWDWp2DsG/s640/blogger-image-613003729.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This pictures make me smile, but I also really need to print new pictures... These are all 18months old!</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRNzGvygTKO-JRcsVSw3RlqIKhDpbQ-mrXmwd_PDJgoqjRAETVypDBEURKzSkvb5QUiMcys5O1N6fwfnyW9IwzbG6q-TBf7dbGrWsiDEaKII7HGihtBbXz2g5ghZiCL1Cl43-Vy6EDZ1B/s640/blogger-image--558149986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRNzGvygTKO-JRcsVSw3RlqIKhDpbQ-mrXmwd_PDJgoqjRAETVypDBEURKzSkvb5QUiMcys5O1N6fwfnyW9IwzbG6q-TBf7dbGrWsiDEaKII7HGihtBbXz2g5ghZiCL1Cl43-Vy6EDZ1B/s640/blogger-image--558149986.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is Diego and he loves Miles! Miles is an old 3 and Diego is a young 3... My kid is huge!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOFmBgkel2rlZ2LSPgfyrAXjkak5u3zdPkTlZMNq6f99jjpWBFvDHEu0sAwjjuhSaEk_YKfa_pAZc1X69SQ8vsYgyRfvQgF4anUSADzZY18VoFMO_9Y3fB1o6jZFK3XU3nwbGk-UW3DZi/s640/blogger-image--832422929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOFmBgkel2rlZ2LSPgfyrAXjkak5u3zdPkTlZMNq6f99jjpWBFvDHEu0sAwjjuhSaEk_YKfa_pAZc1X69SQ8vsYgyRfvQgF4anUSADzZY18VoFMO_9Y3fB1o6jZFK3XU3nwbGk-UW3DZi/s640/blogger-image--832422929.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-7553377204725386562014-02-02T22:48:00.001-08:002014-02-02T22:48:34.054-08:00In the marketWe are serious home shoppers... Ok as serious as Micah and I can be. We love/hate everything and want what's not for sale. <div>Our weekends are full of long drives, open houses, and exploring new parks. We make it fun for the kids by having them watch for new parks we can visit (Micah purposely avoids any parks in an area until we are ready to stop). The boys play along pretty well. </div><div><br></div><div>The boys know right away if try like a home or not and at times can be really embarrassing. We have walked into open houses and Mason has said loudly he doesn't like a place. I usually agree with his opinion but it's not nice to loudly tell a room a place stinks!</div><div><br></div><div>The hunt goes on and on and on... I'll keep you updated!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAE9v6oJg56HqLk2qPvhk-i4Nq2g-W0X0aFq7qH-B41AdYUyy-5BiI1U7zZzjC4GLFZSYz1ezYAAtKCd7ppp3RHwrotXnJu9SSjsyPxu7Fxqp7Ir0z9aSRCz5QlLtXAqGiU2T9PNeVr3Y/s640/blogger-image--396868774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAE9v6oJg56HqLk2qPvhk-i4Nq2g-W0X0aFq7qH-B41AdYUyy-5BiI1U7zZzjC4GLFZSYz1ezYAAtKCd7ppp3RHwrotXnJu9SSjsyPxu7Fxqp7Ir0z9aSRCz5QlLtXAqGiU2T9PNeVr3Y/s640/blogger-image--396868774.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Mason was trying to get a shot of Micah dunking the ball or touching the rim and I have 57 thousand shots of a hoop! </div><div><br></div><div>Saturday was 52 and sunny, perfect for park hunting!</div><div><br></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-69771868050370506152014-01-28T12:55:00.001-08:002014-01-28T12:55:55.272-08:00The best view in the house<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When Micah's out of town this is what I open my eyes to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCz0AUwVG85WeYk6eA3PJ37OhXOCOURM-EkOfuiOR6Qkhd9-9X26K5yCyI-443hr10ewwCvBa-s85Eg-Qqw9-ve6NQbBuiamAsXK7KFmNFUQ3IqwujEx_rwbZlCXlp3ZV8fbuiAXTPhNi/s640/blogger-image-1886443726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCz0AUwVG85WeYk6eA3PJ37OhXOCOURM-EkOfuiOR6Qkhd9-9X26K5yCyI-443hr10ewwCvBa-s85Eg-Qqw9-ve6NQbBuiamAsXK7KFmNFUQ3IqwujEx_rwbZlCXlp3ZV8fbuiAXTPhNi/s640/blogger-image-1886443726.jpg"></a></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-15055487893583694342014-01-27T12:44:00.001-08:002014-01-27T12:45:20.169-08:00Attack of the sugar bugs!!!<div>Back to the dentist we go...</div><div><br></div>Mason told Kristy one morning that his teeth hurt, she texted me and I called the dentist. They gave me two options either we could come in at 1020 that day or wait until march... Hmmm tough choice!<div><br></div><div>I took all 3 of the boys with me (I was nervous, if all 3 melted I was going to need the gas not Mase). We got to the office right on time, which was a miracle in and of itself. We walked in and Max was snoring in his car seat.</div><div><br></div><div>FYI... Baby snores are the best, much better than adult snores!</div><div><br></div><div>Miles and Mason headed straight for the toy wall and I got us checked in. Poor Mason only got to play with the toys for a few minutes and we were all headed back to the procedure room. Mason jumped in the chair and talked the poor assistant's ear off. She got him started on the gas and he relaxed so quickly (i would really like some for at home)</div><div><br></div><div>The dentist came in and talked to mason about the sugar bugs eating his teeth and how he needed to put the bugs to sleep so he could get rid of them. </div><div><br></div><div>Mason has a huge fear of needles and I really contemplated sedation so as not to upset him and cause complications. In the end I thought trying the gas would be worth the risk (not to mention the affordability). This pic is of him getting the shots, he didn't even flinch. He didn't know it was coming either! </div><div><br></div><div>Once his mouth started to sleep he asked me to take Miles back to the toys so he and Max didn't accidentally wake up the sleeping sugar bugs. I was heart broken and proud at the same time, he does need me but maybe he should. I kissed his head and whispered "luv ya" and he shhhed me out the door. </div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrmnaH2P6MRFAd1gIG0GWuoPEjJRLrVvGPbhT-6fNpeOFz7Exb5oeB569BY83hStcTrxTgNy9Yd4PdYPurE51VnNGhiId9TL7Mnq2Rfh4MaEZVQgsidRwexzyJgR6mKO7uN4-K1H319tF/s640/blogger-image--1307199788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrmnaH2P6MRFAd1gIG0GWuoPEjJRLrVvGPbhT-6fNpeOFz7Exb5oeB569BY83hStcTrxTgNy9Yd4PdYPurE51VnNGhiId9TL7Mnq2Rfh4MaEZVQgsidRwexzyJgR6mKO7uN4-K1H319tF/s640/blogger-image--1307199788.jpg"></a></div><div>This was during the "shot"! I was so nervous and he was too busy telling stories</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR37MU8J3b-JQSQf3wHcmkVcDxqJ-eCIOewsPhSv4suMFNRDmDo9c0kggLJMyMT-JyiL11ywSDusiKSt5exH3xZ90ivuK_S7TcOZdSrOxtK-HKiEubMMV_PTx5CgTOT9lM9RUjxzVWDmKT/s640/blogger-image-1290054539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR37MU8J3b-JQSQf3wHcmkVcDxqJ-eCIOewsPhSv4suMFNRDmDo9c0kggLJMyMT-JyiL11ywSDusiKSt5exH3xZ90ivuK_S7TcOZdSrOxtK-HKiEubMMV_PTx5CgTOT9lM9RUjxzVWDmKT/s640/blogger-image-1290054539.jpg"></a></div>He was done so quick and was a great little patient<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRk6v7DPrOpjzHl0sk38Wp0dEoinPSoHJKAOKP_q5DFEJK0SfsZKVMlU-XXmnbgQgcQpsfPxLZgSCLLcqkQY2b8WxlVVAbDUNQ-LYUC5QsSvkzA_gAZVpXpJP-9AU264j5nmGcFi01S25/s640/blogger-image-1029592483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRk6v7DPrOpjzHl0sk38Wp0dEoinPSoHJKAOKP_q5DFEJK0SfsZKVMlU-XXmnbgQgcQpsfPxLZgSCLLcqkQY2b8WxlVVAbDUNQ-LYUC5QsSvkzA_gAZVpXpJP-9AU264j5nmGcFi01S25/s640/blogger-image-1029592483.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The kids all get a token to take to the prize machine! This is everyone's favorite part!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mason ended up with a Crown and a filling. He now has a shiny tooth like daddy which he loves looking at in the mirror. He also has a healthy obsession with sugar bugs, one we discuss anytime anyone is eating anything within sight of Mason. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Life is as always so darn good!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-9497575896072608492014-01-21T22:55:00.001-08:002014-01-21T22:55:21.491-08:00Library visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I decided after the long boring year we had last year with me tired and pregnant for most of it, that this year we are going to do more! Enjoy our community, take advantage of all the fun daytime activities that happen during the week! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Soooooo, we headed to the library to enjoy the 3-6yr olds story time. I was sure it was going to be a hit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I stopped for coffee on the way and we arrived early enough for the boys to browse the books. I sat down at a kiddie table in a kiddie chair with Max Bjorne riding my front. Once I sat down, I couldn't get up. My knees just wouldn't work with the awkward baby situation, so i had this brilliant idea to climb down to the floor to reposition myself to get up. in the process of climbing down onto my hands and knees, I spilled my entire coffee all over the table! There I was on my hands and knees in the kiddie section swearing like a sailor and mopping up the spill with a baby blanket and wipes! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Once my mess was cleaned I quickly ushered the kids into the story room and away from the scene of my crime. The boys played with some puppets and looked at the books they had on display until the program started. A crazy eugene lady with a badly done blue dye job came into the room and started the group off on a song! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Miles ran to the front of the room screaming SHUT UP from the top of his lungs. I had to run to the front of the room apologizing to the offended parents and drag Miles back to our chairs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mason decided at this point that story time was lame and for babies. So he acted like a giant baby and crawled under my chair and kicked my seat through the first book. Miles of course followed Masons queues and hid under the chairs as well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">3 books, 4 songs, and a puppet show later and finally it was over. As the other parents were leaving a woman stopped and personally thanked me for breast feeding Max in public. What do you say to that..." Your welcome" That's all that came to my mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were the last family out and one of the library attendants who looked incredibly young (think college student) stopped me and told me after watching me wrestle my boys, she had decided she only wants girls... I was and still am speechless. I'm sure I mumbled some platitude as we walked by. I kept picturing a pinterest pin that reads "your children make me want to OD on birth control." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The library was a hit all thinks considered, we changed lives,some lady will find a way to pick the sex of her children. Miles can't wait to go again and Mason has agreed to come as long as I promise a treat later!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHHiuLMPAuUP6_iaw-20GM0dkt_ql9kly2DGH5g0tQaqR8uNv1YKmJQVYHFUFAz24DzS6bKFsAuDVgOtzIpHQ6AwGieWJx87Vf8L4JmpmRc7YRcuMjVesrEGx_KP3IYKVahWN2jcuBDLb/s640/blogger-image--154147092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHHiuLMPAuUP6_iaw-20GM0dkt_ql9kly2DGH5g0tQaqR8uNv1YKmJQVYHFUFAz24DzS6bKFsAuDVgOtzIpHQ6AwGieWJx87Vf8L4JmpmRc7YRcuMjVesrEGx_KP3IYKVahWN2jcuBDLb/s640/blogger-image--154147092.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The giant globe was a hit! We found Eugene!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCr53aRrIr7Gzi-9CdBTiJOg-fQQScZsuSJ5rgycMleKqFL9WFhFs4qmSAhsRfLeC5yBExpm13fHacPAs4x_DjUwXrVm8mprmM17-4Q2dusxnMARPuNbxh36bsoRtP3X-XsACoPUu6dyO/s640/blogger-image-1099439916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCr53aRrIr7Gzi-9CdBTiJOg-fQQScZsuSJ5rgycMleKqFL9WFhFs4qmSAhsRfLeC5yBExpm13fHacPAs4x_DjUwXrVm8mprmM17-4Q2dusxnMARPuNbxh36bsoRtP3X-XsACoPUu6dyO/s640/blogger-image-1099439916.jpg"></a></div>They can't wait to see it again tomorrow!</div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-26739331743864028442013-12-31T00:40:00.001-08:002013-12-31T01:03:50.240-08:00Teeth tickles and tooth counts<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The boys headed in for a dentist appointment with the most kid friendly office I have ever seen. Our dentist has wall to wall toys, and prize boxes. Every time the kids do something right they get to play with a game boy or take a token to the prize machine. When I told the boys we had an appointment they were so excited, they wanted to go right then!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiT7Y47ldmasyrtmeIPRZWjZIIl1EgGVDzIOYsdWitvwK3HaCXlAAD8IFFQ5jcirmcm0u3PorYE79akV4HLtIoh-vhiOMfW6gQpM_GCDNfr526STrAxtfFNcdNBmNCZ6TIhkZDQL89gKdp/s640/blogger-image--741363654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiT7Y47ldmasyrtmeIPRZWjZIIl1EgGVDzIOYsdWitvwK3HaCXlAAD8IFFQ5jcirmcm0u3PorYE79akV4HLtIoh-vhiOMfW6gQpM_GCDNfr526STrAxtfFNcdNBmNCZ6TIhkZDQL89gKdp/s640/blogger-image--741363654.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Miles opening wide for Mr Sucky! He thought it was awesome to have his spit sucked up!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIarTWwZrfR-XRYzY3aytZnqN7YmZA-6c_NyBx17rqDhedH_3ZKCUqIkOpMeRjJRF61wRGfY3i2zxHaGAtVPQmJVxXPwEIpZ-URVXV1lbXkbhSHvLu53Yk4KwqHugIT4pdoU2UB0UrJcaa/s640/blogger-image--1271912806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIarTWwZrfR-XRYzY3aytZnqN7YmZA-6c_NyBx17rqDhedH_3ZKCUqIkOpMeRjJRF61wRGfY3i2zxHaGAtVPQmJVxXPwEIpZ-URVXV1lbXkbhSHvLu53Yk4KwqHugIT4pdoU2UB0UrJcaa/s640/blogger-image--1271912806.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Mason did so good, both boys did but... Mason has a sensitive gag reflex and he muscled through like a champ. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kDgXMDj9bq5cGQBElp2DgF4YVE5_7OB55T25gna6WaJZLKLshf9b_VqX1oktpOkivnSAVHnOVpDiKsiMIX4_aqQOAAi8V7irrrwochF-UbWjZTkBR_mfR3cGhVmSw_Qs9ltK_93GiWtL/s640/blogger-image-1410213569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kDgXMDj9bq5cGQBElp2DgF4YVE5_7OB55T25gna6WaJZLKLshf9b_VqX1oktpOkivnSAVHnOVpDiKsiMIX4_aqQOAAi8V7irrrwochF-UbWjZTkBR_mfR3cGhVmSw_Qs9ltK_93GiWtL/s640/blogger-image-1410213569.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Miles loved the idea of getting pictures of his teeth, he held still and they got pics of all his teeth! Yea, Miles!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div></div>Micah and Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512848293162655178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880149636208066058.post-31106395542247060202013-12-30T02:15:00.001-08:002013-12-30T02:15:10.372-08:00Maddox Kellen ClingerMad Max is growing and changing faster than we would like. His arrival has shown us how sweet and thoughtful our older boys can be. When the he cries the boys come running from all corners of the house to make sure he is ok and shove (sometimes violently) a binky in his mouth. He's forced us to slow down and spend more time together. It's been a wonderful change, some how I had forgotten how much a baby slows me down. Here are a few things about our baby.<div><br></div><div>Max: </div><div>Fights sleep worse than any baby I've ever seen</div><div>He can hold his big bobble head up like a pro</div><div>He loves to be rocked by daddy</div><div> He has the worst latch, and is one of the noisiest eaters</div><div>If I turn on the vacuum he will sleep</div><div>If the boys are screaming and the TV can't get any louder he will sleep</div><div>He co-sleeps with us right now, and he is doing great during the night<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibXp3iakHqDtzSP52flyNFIvB32UpQMD9h5mI_VHqt3KXyPCagDgXR3XeZi0Zrn9lNy1aflGCuNIwuzhd447P4VsBi8UMIrlLWbqmEIVXjqgcKpFolh9ioYQIzf78rZUIDw8kl6xsVAes/s640/blogger-image-1797415629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibXp3iakHqDtzSP52flyNFIvB32UpQMD9h5mI_VHqt3KXyPCagDgXR3XeZi0Zrn9lNy1aflGCuNIwuzhd447P4VsBi8UMIrlLWbqmEIVXjqgcKpFolh9ioYQIzf78rZUIDw8kl6xsVAes/s640/blogger-image-1797415629.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He already has a special bond with Miles, they share binkys all day long!</div></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgz2Jd2gKbocdDGfQSHoE7W0p3GGewUNGnEAXHS5E3AZoYac9eS7OuLR-z0oiQ83Nf0Z3-AuF94FAD5U9KivZlrXDPhl-gy4Yb2OE1K32NNrvnym1jSdS45SmKLLvUKNcCkUKzyDWa4C8/s640/blogger-image--1182569973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgz2Jd2gKbocdDGfQSHoE7W0p3GGewUNGnEAXHS5E3AZoYac9eS7OuLR-z0oiQ83Nf0Z3-AuF94FAD5U9KivZlrXDPhl-gy4Yb2OE1K32NNrvnym1jSdS45SmKLLvUKNcCkUKzyDWa4C8/s640/blogger-image--1182569973.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is little man sound asleep in his Bumbo, he fussed and fussed... And fussed himself into a nap.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokoJ6Pyg8SbrrfPQwGfuxB-Sgk0DoXNWR8Mit41HmPhdkCiGrH_S8YXLCXsR2ZZ3QTtQPG2NRM9hYJr4AWl1F7UUmDirmHI4flUcPmn7HirrfRMBj9jlDrl8lo37eIZDbbiCoOSHaRQH2/s640/blogger-image--880698158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokoJ6Pyg8SbrrfPQwGfuxB-Sgk0DoXNWR8Mit41HmPhdkCiGrH_S8YXLCXsR2ZZ3QTtQPG2NRM9hYJr4AWl1F7UUmDirmHI4flUcPmn7HirrfRMBj9jlDrl8lo37eIZDbbiCoOSHaRQH2/s640/blogger-image--880698158.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He is straight up a daddy's boy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-MUbnnICaXJdaSscyUkJ2Jwh_xWysWHlaXVK-F2pwymYk-OH_kD5ng97pfGCXf6vwaPYFGH2ofAGcUA1Kf6OjYhLVw4Y89P6OV2WZdCognsobmf9eBBT6MKpcraqrrDfkJIOKC7ziif9/s640/blogger-image--665135935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-MUbnnICaXJdaSscyUkJ2Jwh_xWysWHlaXVK-F2pwymYk-OH_kD5ng97pfGCXf6vwaPYFGH2ofAGcUA1Kf6OjYhLVw4Y89P6OV2WZdCognsobmf9eBBT6MKpcraqrrDfkJIOKC7ziif9/s640/blogger-image--665135935.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He started smiling... 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We were lucky enough to spend Christmas Eve with our friends the Widmers.</div>
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We shared a yummy turkey dinner, then the kids exchanged gifts, and lastly we decorated our cookies for Santa. Mason did such a good job, I'm sure he gave Santa heart burn!</div>
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Our newest additions Maddox and Ray IV</div>
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I had got off from work a little early and snuck home to clean and straighten our place before I picked up the kids from Daycare. When I got a call from the daycare that Miles had had a seizure and was unresponsive. I raced to his daycare to find 5 workers standing around his room watching him, all looking terrified. I was sick, heart stopping, gut clenching sick... I walked to his room and he was playing and acting like a champ... I asked for a full account from the women who had found him:<br />
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He was playing inside one of the houses with a little girl, the worker heard the girl call his name over and over. The checked to see what was going on and found him slumped against the wall, his eyes rolled back in his head and he was unresponsive. He came right out of it, acting as though nothing had happened.<br />
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I quickly packed he and Mason out to the car and called my friend Kristy, I let her know what had happened and asked her to take Mason. I then called Micah who was out of town in AZ for work and sobbed for him to come home. He got on the next flight into Portland. Next I called my friend Stephanie who works as an ER nurse at our local hospital, she was working at a different hospital that night but she called friends who were working and asked them to check on Miles and I.<br />
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I got to the hospital and they observed Miles for several hours and then sent us home.<br />
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Micah made it it home late that night, our good friend Kenny drove 4 hours round trip to pick Micah up and bring him to me. When he finally got home well late that night, I sobbed into his arms. You seenI had just finished my Anatomy and physiology requirements to apply for Nursing programs. I knew enough about seizures to be terrified for Miles, but not enough to actually do anything constructive to help him.<br />
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We went to our Ped Dr Kordesch the next day and she cleared her schedule so we could really talk about how we were and what we needed to do. After hoarding an hour of her time, she gave me her personal cel phone number and asked to call her day or night if he had another. <br />
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With the second seizure We went back to the ER and they observed him and sent us home. We waited through several more (with each new seizure I became more hysterical) and during an awful episode, where I felt like he was trying to talk to me but couldn't, we took him back in. <br />
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Our ER doc was a little floored that we has our doctors private cel phone number and did a quick consult with her over the phone and admitted us. The hell truly began then. <br />
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He seized over and over again daily. It was so very terrible that I thought we were going to loose him, he went from one seizure a day to multiple seizures a day in 4 days. We went through test after test after test each one more inconclusive than the last. He was put on insane Meds, phenobarbital, depakote... And each med made him comatose for long periods of time and then he would wake up and we would repeat the seizing and testing until his dosage was so hi that they couldn't go any higher. We were in our local hospital for 6 days, until they realized that his seizure weren't interrupting his brain waves, they stopped his mobility and communication, but not his brain waves.<br />
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We had more questions than answers and we were sent home with a heavily medicated little boy, with no idea what was wrong or how to fix it. <br />
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My parents had come in the middle of all this and stayed at our place, taking over Masons care and our home while Micah and I lived at the Hospital with Miles. We decided that my parents should takes Mase home with them as we had no idea how much longer this was going to go on. <br />
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We got home on the 23rd of December, Micah and I took turns running around buying presents trying to put together some kind of Christmas, poor Miles was a zombie through most of the time we were home. Micah flew out on my birthday to bring Mason home. Several hours after he left Miles developed a rash, several hours after that we were back in the ER for a major allergic reaction. Miles was on several types of drugs and since we didn't know what was causing his reaction I pulled him off everything. <br />
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Back at square one, there was nothing else our Hospital could do for us. We were sent to Portland, to OHSU. I drove through the night to Portland exhausted and scared, Miles even full of Benadryl stayed awake and helped me stay awake to make it there. It was either I drive him or he be transported by ambulance, I was terrified of being separated from him so I drove.<br />
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Every test we had done previously was repeated. The blood draws were constant it seemed and Miles would cry every time the nurses entered his room... It got to the point that a nurse informed me of my right to refuse. At this point they couldn't find a vein to draw from, his arms and legs were bruised and we were down to milking blood from pokes in his toes. I refused all draws then and there... Without an express explanation of the necessity of the draw and without first communicating with the other doctors to makes sure said test hadn't already been run or couldn't be added onto something already being tested.<br />
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We were at OHSU from the 28th to the 31st. Our doctors there came to the same conclusion, he wasn't having seizures... He was having seizure like events (say what). What ever he was going through was not disturbing his brain waves. We were sent home to observe from home his "events" and referred back to our original ped neurologist. <br />
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I refused all possible meds for Miles and we went home. To this day, we have no idea what caused his "events" or if they will come back. Miles recovered on his own. <br />
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I live in constant fear that he will start again. Every time he doesn't answer me my stomached clenches a little and I worry...<br />
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During his 2nd EEG (it took 3 long hours to attach each wire, I restrained him through each placement)</div>
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Maddox Kellen Clinger Joined our family on October 30th</div>
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He wasn't due until Nov 3, but he decided to join us a little early!</div>
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We had a rough start, he and I struggled with all things newborn, but we persevered!</div>
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Mad Max, has no patience with us, he yells the moment he realizes he needs something. He snorts and grunts all night long. Poor Micah moved to the spare room just to get a decent nights sleep. unfortunately the boys have had no issue with the extra noise and are still hanging out in our bed?..</div>
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So sorry it been a while! Here's a quick summer 2013 in review!</div>
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We enjoyed as many lazy mornings as we could</div>
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Mason started school shopping in July</div>
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The boy took a month of swim lessons. Miles has no fear and gave me and his teachers lots of heart attacks ( they brought an assistant in to assist in his class of 3). Mason will almost put his head in the water. </div>
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We visited my parents for a week, and spent Mason's birthday with family! </div>
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( Mason and Riley)</div>
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Miles got a kick out of Grandma Maxine. She laughed at all his jokes, and he at hers!</div>
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We had a cookie decorating shindig at our house. Kristy brought Hayley and Gracie over dressed as disney princesses and the kids frosted a couple of cookies, ate their weight in icing (butter cream...mmmm), and then ran around the house enjoying their sugar high! </div>
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My treadmill made the best; stage, fort, jungle gym, and homebase you ever did see.</div>
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Miles kept trying to touch bellys with everyone... Cinderella (Hayley) told him that "belly buttons were yucky!" Kristy heard that and promptly belly bumped Miles... he was so tickled!</div>
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My boys love Kristy, they know she gets home about 15 mins after we do, so they well watch at the window and wave as she drives past (im not gonna lie, she spoils them... its all bribery)</div>
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Miles decided he was a princess too... he sure has the gams for heels!</div>
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Micah's favorite part was the ring her accessorized with!</div>
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Mason was trying to hind under the blanket and tickle everyones feet!</div>
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