tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39167153795332845862024-02-19T06:00:44.193-06:00Wyatt Reid JeansAmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-69425158017235361882015-02-27T22:53:00.003-06:002015-02-27T22:53:33.017-06:00Snow Day 2.27.15When we woke up this morning we knew there was a chance of snow, but we didn't get too excited since our hopes of snow have been crushed a few times this past month or so. But as we left the house to go to Stroller Strides teeny tiny snowflakes began falling. And when snowflakes start falling we get very excited in Texas. Since it was so cold we went to our indoor workout location which conveniently is a jumping place. As the snow kept falling, we decided to take our chances at getting snowed in at the jumping place along with lots of other parents who were needing some kiddos to burn some energy. Bunny texted me this morning when she heard we were getting snow and asked for snow pictures. These are what I sent her...<br />
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Kenley is on the white shirt climbing to the top of the hill so she can slide down.</div>
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And when we left I tried to send a real snow day picture with our friends, but it didn't turn out so great. </div>
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Chris picked Wyatt up a little early because our after school appointment got bumped up before the roads got bad. All he could talk about was how he got to go to recess in the snow. It made his day! I was so glad that the sweet teachers let them go play in the snow and then tonight I got these pictures from his teacher!</div>
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We went to our appointment then came home for late naps for the girls. Wyatt doesn't have to take naps on school days so he got to watch Wreck It Ralph. I laid on my warm cozy bed on my heating pad and lazily checked emails and Facebook. And Chris finished a bit of work emails in bed, too. It was the perfect snowy afternoon.</div>
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After naptime, we drug out all the layering clothes to bundle up our little snow babies and headed over to the hill by our house for some sledding. We ALL had a blast. </div>
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After that we came home for soup, snow ice cream, hot chocolate, and the ending of Brave on the Disney channel. I can't think of a better way to spend a snowy Friday.</div>
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I just realized that these pictures are blurry, but since I add pictures from an app on my phone it's not a quick and easy fix so I'm leaving them blurry. Since I've been on a 6 month blogging hiatus, I'm going to consider it "good enough" that there's anything on here! And one more side note, Wyatt doesn't wear glasses, but Grammy does, so naturally she had to find a non-prescription pair on ebay for him because he wanted some, too.</div>
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Here's hoping for more snow fun tomorrow...</div>
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Our sweet one and a half year old at her well check appointment...</div>
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At 18 months, Reagan is...</div>
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27.6 pounds</div>
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a great sleeper at night and nap</div>
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a great eater</div>
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an independent girl who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to tell anyone</div>
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curious about everything, especially if it's something to eat</div>
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finally able to sport a teeny tiny ponytail and bow</div>
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currently making an A- in bow training and only pulls it out every now and then</div>
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learning and saying new words every. single. day.</div>
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Some of her favorite things are...</div>
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puppies (also her favorite word)</div>
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her brother and sister</div>
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stealing food off her sister's plate when he isn't looking</div>
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getting food her sister sneaks onto her plate at dinner to avoid having to eat it</div>
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baby dolls (she pats them and rocks them and it will melt your heart)</div>
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her binky</div>
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shoes</div>
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books</div>
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climbing</div>
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running</div>
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jumping (she tries SO hard to get both feet off the ground and she's sooo close)</div>
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playing in the sandbox</div>
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toothbrushes and toothpaste (she takes these out of the bathroom every chance she gets)</div>
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throwing away her own trash like a big kid</div>
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Reagan is an absolute joy to be around. She keeps us laughing and smiling all the time. It's so fun to watch her explore and learn... you can just see her little mind going. She gets so excited to see Wyatt when she wakes up from nap and he's home. She loves for Kenley to pat her just before she goes to sleep. She's a Mommy and Daddy's girl. Her face absolutely lights up through the front glass door every time one of us has been gone and gets home. And she's constantly trying to do everything and anything big kids are doing. She's a girl on a mission!</div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here’s the
deal, you won’t ever find me writing a book about parenting and not just
because I hate reading books and the fact that the mere thought of writing one
would give me more anxiety than I can handle. It’s because just when you think
you’ve got it, these little ones that we love more than anything in the world
will humble us straight to our knees. And let’s not even talk about how the
best plan of action for one kid can be totally useless for the next. How is
that!? <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I don’t know
it all about kids, but I’ve been around kids for as long as I can remember.
I’ve been teaching kids in some capacity since I was a teenager. I went to
college and have a teaching degree. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t ever pretend to know it all but let’s
face it, I definitely feel I’m trained. And before having Wyatt I had no idea
HOW HARD PARENTING COULD BE. Yes, I knew there would be sleepless nights, poop
explosions, and temper tantrums all along, but the hard part is so much more.
The minute the doctor handed me my first baby my world changed in a way I could
never have prepared myself for. My very first most humbling realization in
parenting was when I truly realized I could never hold all the anxiety I felt
over what could happen. I realized fairly quickly I was going to have to LET GO
AND LET GOD be in control and I had to hand Him my fears and my worries. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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going to fast forward quite a bit. So add 2 more kiddos. Lots and lots of
boo-boos, laughs, tears, and fun. Plus more prayer than I could ever begin to
count. And it became time to send my 100% all boy, strong-willed (they call it)
or spirited (others call it), determined, sensitive (even though you wouldn’t
know it; sometimes I’m not sure I knew it) boy to Kindergarten. Now, we’ve
always had our challenges but this is already going to be a long blog post so
let’s just start here. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh wait, let
me back up for just a second. If you know us well or know Wyatt, you know this
sweet, caring boy likes to keep us on our toes. Every second of every day. Kids
love him, because he’s fun and fearless. Adults love him because he’s caring,
kind, and creative. We love him for everything he is. But there’s never been
any doubt he’s the firecracker in the family. I have been saying since he
became mobile that if you are looking for him, look up and work your way down.
He’s going to climb as high as he can and go as far as he can go (in every
sense that can mean). We’ve never had any doubt this boy will move mountains
and change the world. I’ve read the book (yes, I make big sacrifices for my
children) <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Raising Your Spirited Child </i>by
Mary Sheedy Kurcinka and somehow she knew OUR Wyatt! The book explained
“spirited children” feel things deeper and push things farther. And most
importantly, “spirited children” possess traits we value in adults but find
challenging in children. I read this when Wyatt was 5 and I’m so grateful I
found it. Life was a bit hectic in our house. Having a 5 year old, a 2 year
old, and an infant is just hectic at times… well, almost always.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So, back to
where I planned to start… Wyatt started Kindergarten at 5 and a half. And it
started out ROUGH. He did great at school, and the teacher in me and the
people-pleaser in me was so grateful for it. But let me tell you, as soon as
the girls and I picked up Wyatt from school it was chaos like I can hardly
explain. He’d get in the car and immediately start arguing, which turned to
yelling, which turned into an all-out fit over any little thing. And it went on
like this until bedtime. It shattered my heart to pieces every single day. And
it rocked my patience to the core. I’d end up yelling, or crying, or both. I
called Chris several days telling him I needed him to come home because I
couldn’t even cook dinner because Wyatt was throwing fits or fighting with the
girls or whatever it was that day. One night, I found myself praying so hard
asking God for answers and help. I begged Him to SHOW ME and GUIDE ME. I felt
like I had ruined my son. Maybe I wasn’t strict enough, maybe I didn’t prepare
him enough for school, and maybe the negative things I’ve heard people say were
right. Here’s the thing, not everyone has a “spirited child,” and not everyone
will understand your child or your parenting. People will judge, people will
stare, and people will tell you how “one good spanking will fix the problem.”
I’ve been guilty of this, too. I’m a people-pleaser to a fault and continuing
to parent the way I felt was right for Wyatt was getting hard and now that
things were really hitting the fan I was a mess of confusion. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Again,
before going any farther. I’m not writing a parenting book. I’m not judging.
I’m not even necessarily going to say you shouldn’t spank your children. I’m
saying, I knew what didn’t work for Wyatt and a spanking NEVER worked for him.
At the same time, I was at a point where I didn’t know what WAS going to work. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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this was going on we were taking a Love and Logic Parenting class at our church
and it was wonderful. The people in the class quickly became our friends,
everyone shared struggles and helped each other work on solutions. We’d go home
and try what we learned and shared what worked and what didn’t and find new
solutions. Again, this was a humbling experience. The very first session the
class teachers applauded the entire class for being there. The couple
recognized going to a parenting class could be hard and reminded us we were a
room full of caring parents. They even shared about their own struggles. Some
people just wanted to learn to be better and others were having problems they
needed answers to. That was us. There were a few times in the class I teared up
because it was so overwhelmingly refreshing to be with people who truly
understood the pain we were dealing with. And that’s not to say other people
weren’t. We wanted so badly to help Wyatt and help our family be able to have
peaceful afternoons and family time. Things got better, but we also knew it
wasn’t as good as we felt it could be. And some of the strategies we were
learning weren’t quite working. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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time, we decided to seek out a counselor. We checked out 2 counselors that were
recommended to us and chose the one we thought would be the most helpful for
the issues we were having. We were scared for many reasons. What if it didn’t
help? How could we ever afford it? Was it necessary? These were HUGE questions.
We felt so desperate for some answers and some help, but knew it was a
sacrifice in a financial sense and really wanted the assurance that it would
work. No one could give us the answers and again we found ourselves praying for
the guidance. Eventually, we just KNEW. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After our
first session with the counselor (we decided only Chris and I would actually go
to the counselor) we discussed some things to try and she gave us charts to
make and plans to put in place. We left the session full of hope and it was
like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. I came home and immediately
made the charts and such that the counselor had suggested and we started the
next day. Like a miracle (okay, not perfect but any relief from the chaos was
welcomed at this point) Wyatt was receptive to the changes and the visuals. He
understood we were seeing a counselor to help him (I know he wanted things to
be better, too). The initial goals of counseling were to decrease the
frequency, intensity, and duration of the temper tantrums/fits. Within a few
weeks all of this was decreased by more than half! Chris and I continued to go
for Wyatt (and for ourselves to learn what was best for Wyatt). Again, this was
a humbling experience because it can be hard to admit you don’t know what to
do, especially for your child. On top of that, I’ve sat in countless meetings
during my teaching years and helped make behavior plans and such and I just
couldn’t figure out what to do and I think it was mostly that I didn’t believe
certain things would work. I doubted myself so much and by the time we started
the counseling I was unsure if the things I always stood by were even right (I
think they were for us). The point is, that it takes a village and seeking help
was the best thing we could have ever done. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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step (suggested by the counselor) was to see an occupational therapist for a
sensory evaluation. I’ve known since before Wyatt could speak certain things
would drive him crazy and cause fits. Things like seatbelts being “too tight,”
clothes being “too tight/too loose,” etc. could cause a fit like you can only
imagine. At the same time there’s lots of sensory things he craves. It had just
become a part of Wyatt to us. However, what we always thought was him being “all
boy” was actually stuff that could be causing a lot of this chaos. Starting
Kindergarten, getting less sleep, holding in so much energy all day just became
the perfect storm. Just like the issues we saw the counselor for, we considered
a lot of these “issues” behavior issues and things we just needed to work on. I
knew he had sensory issues, but I didn’t think they were something you’d go to
therapy for. Long story short, the counselor explained sensory processing
issues can not only cause the obvious problems, but that they could also
manifest into other issues. That was enough info for us, and soon after we were
getting the sensory evaluation. As I sat in the office watching the evaluation
and filling out the papers with very specific info I had to select whether it
applied to Wyatt or not, it was clear that some of the exact things we’ve been
dealing with for so long were obviously common enough for them to be super
specific on this paper. There would be a whole section of things that weren’t
Wyatt and then a whole section that was Wyatt to a “T.” Wyatt has Sensory
Processing Disorder (SPD). The occupational therapist confirmed this before
scoring the test and later mailed it to us with specific goals he would be
working on weekly at occupational therapy (which he thinks is the coolest place
ever). We are honest with Wyatt. We don’t make it a big deal, but we do tell
him that we see Miss So and So at counseling so we can help him and we tell him
that he’s going to see Miss So and So for OT to help him with the way certain
things make him feel. His first session was yesterday (I actually wrote this a
few weeks ago and I’m just now posting) and my sweet boy walked into OT with a
piece of masking tape across the front of his shirt that he had put on it that
morning to hold his shirt folded over a bit so that “the neck wouldn’t be so
loose”. ;) Just to show improvement let me remind you that before that shirt
neck problem would have had him on the floor throwing a fit and late for
school. Thanks to what we’ve taught him from counseling he has learned to cope
better with certain things and focus on solutions. He simply came up to me and
asked for tape and I handed it to him and he fixed it himself. We aren’t this
lucky every time, but it’s a huge step in the right direction. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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that things could be better. It’s about the faith and the prayer it took to get
to this point. It’s about the people who have cared enough to share similar
stories so I could learn about the hope and the help that’s available. Parenting
is hard and we can end up doubting ourselves. Follow your heart. Ask God for
guidance. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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share specific info on what we did and charts we made, because the purpose of
this post is not to say this is what we did and it will work for you. If we’ve
learned anything, it’s that every single kid is so different and it takes
caring minds coming together to make individual plans to help. With that said,
I’m more than willing to share anything I’ve made. If you think it might be
helpful to you just ask. I’d also like to note, that this was all specific to
Wyatt. Not every “spirited child” has a sensory processing disorder. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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friend, with a “spirited child,” that while chatting after preschool one day
told me she often has to remind herself God didn’t give us these children so we
could change them, He gave them to us to change us. So true! I feel like I’m at
the top of a big mountain in a parenting sense after this tough climb, and I
can see there’s many more yet to climb, but I can also see the big picture from
up here. In 6 years, Wyatt has changed me more than I could have ever imagined
and all for the better.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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back and remember these things, especially on my way up the next mountain. But
if I gave one person hope like so many people gave me, I’d feel as though my
reason for sharing was significant. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can hardly believe that you are
a year old already. You are so content being my little baby and part of me
wants you to stay my little baby forever. Just last month you decided to start
crawling, but before that you were perfectly content with just hanging out in
one spot while your brother and sister brought you everything you could ever need
or want.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now that you are crawling all
you have to do is look up at Mommy with your hands out and I’m sure to pick you
up and steal a few snuggles before you are off to find something to play
with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is no one that can make you
laugh quite like Daddy (although Wyatt is a close second). We have so enjoyed
every moment of the past year with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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confessions to make, though. I have this “Mommy guilt” about some of the things
I didn’t do or I feel I didn’t do too well over the course of this last year. Before
you were born, I bought you cute cupcake stickers with 0-12 months printed on
them to stick on your outfit and take a picture of you each month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While I’ve taken lots of pictures of you, I have
several of those stickers left. I kept forgetting to take that special picture
after about 6 months or so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We bought
your baby book calendar a few months after you were born, I got it caught up,
and now it’s hanging with several months left blank. I update this blog as
often as I can, but I usually sit down and do several posts at once but I still
find there are so many fun things we’ve done that never got blogged about at
all. So, my fear is that you’ll wonder why Wyatt’s pages in his book are
completely filled up or why Kenley might have more blogs posts. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not going to give you a lot of excuses as
to why I didn’t get all the things I intended to done. I’m sure one day when
you are a Mommy you will understand. Our days tend to be crazy at times.
There’s rarely a day when we can all make it out the door without some sort of
stain or mess on our clothes from breakfast, a craft or a spit up. You get one
great nap every day in your crib and if you need a second nap it’s often in the
car or in the stroller on the go. Some days it’s probably inconvenient being
the 3rd child, but many more days it’s a blessing I hope you will know so well.
You have two older siblings that love you more than anything in this world. You
are theirs. They claimed you before they even met you while you were simply
along for the chaotic ride in my tummy. You definitely have had to share time
and attention with them, but if that were the price to pay for the love you
receive I believe your bank is in the riches. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Soon you will be walking,
talking, and chasing after Wyatt and Kenley and as much as I’d love to keep you
my baby forever, I’m excited for all that’s yet to come. You fill our hearts
with immeasurable joy. Your smile lights up any room. You’re a petite little
girl with a big personality that’s easy-going, sensitive, and determined. You
are playful and curious. You are ours. And we are yours. Even though I missed
several pictures with that special sticker we bought and many pages of your
baby calendar are bare (which I’ll try and fill in using my calendar), I assure
you, you’ve been loved to the moon and back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love you, sweet girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Love,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mommy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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This past July we went back to Surfside Beach by Galveston with the Mikulas'. We found the perfect house, named The Snook, to pack in 4 adults and 6 kids! It was right next to the beach, had the cutest little wrap around porch, and was the perfect home away from home for a week. </div>
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My pictures aren't in order very well, but we spent the whole week having fun, playing, relaxing, and hanging out with friends and family. Most days we'd get up, make breakfast and pack for the beach, go to the beach for several hours, come home for lunch and naps (adults, too!), then we'd have an early dinner, go back to the beach, and then have smores and more fun before putting the kids to bed, and then the adults would hang out and have game night. It was perfect! Oh and we took about a million showers throughout the week! Sandy beaches are MESSY, but we got pretty good about rotating kids in and out of the shower. </div>
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Reagan LOVED the beach and the sand. This was her first time and luckily she got better about not eating the sand. </div>
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We played hard on the beach all week - football, sand castles, boogy boarding, fishing, wave jumping, Frisbee... </div>
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The kids hung in there like champs even though it was tiring having this much fun.</div>
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The kids played so well together all week. We brought crafts, games, and toys and they had the most fun creating things with this construction paper. How did all these kiddos get so grown up so fast?!</div>
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One afternoon we went to Galveston to ride the ferry and look at dolphins and have lunch at The Spot. We saw TONS of dolphins! It was so neat! </div>
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The kids think it's so neat that we got to drive the car onto a boat and they were great dolphin-spotters.</div>
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These sweet boys became best friends at 6 months old in their daycare classroom. The teachers told Mackenzie and I how much these 2 loved each other all the time. Mackenzie ended up writing me a note introducing herself (we dropped off/picked up at different times and hadn't even met each other). Now they are about to start kindergarten, we've got more babies, and we are all so grateful for the friendship these guys started up. </div>
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Reagan was my sand castle building buddy. She would play with the sand for hours. She finally started crawling on the trip (at about 11 months old!) but was still not crawling too much so she stayed pretty close. </div>
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We ended up going to the crabbing pier to catch crabs 2 nights because it was so much fun. The adults had just as much fun as the kids, if not more. Chris and Jonathan didn't have much luck fishing on the shore throughout the week so at least the were able to get something to bite. </div>
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Kenley has a crush.</div>
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More crabs. Some of them were really big. The bigger they were, the smarter they were.</div>
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Wyatt slept in the kid room that had 2 sets of bunk beds and we told him that we were going to see if he was ready for real sleepovers. He had to go to sleep and not play all night. He did awesome! </div>
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Kenley slept in our bed and she is a mover. She was all over the place. We NEVER let our kids in our bed, except for trips and stuff, so Kenley thought she was super special. And after a week of this getting her back to her bed was way fun... not! </div>
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And Reagan slept in the bathroom. Poor number 3. We had a pretty big bathroom in our room so we set up the pack in play in there, turned on the fan for some background noise, and she slept like a rockstar. Pretty amazing for the baby I had to sleep train using cry-it-out (yes, I'll admit now it was worth it). </div>
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Lunch at The Spot. We ate here the last time we went to the beach and decided to go back. </div>
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We caught lots of little critters (I love to catch things, as long as it's not a spider!). Here's my first catch the first night - a teeny little crab. </div>
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The crabbing pier was missing some boards, which made it perfect for sitting and crabbing right in front of us. Not a cute picture, but here's a crabbing action pic. Haha. It was HOT and humid.</div>
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Reagan chilled in the stroller while we crabbed. We decided to keep her away from the salmonella we feared was being flung around by children using raw chicken to catch crabs. </div>
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I'm so glad we got to go back to the beach this year. It was the perfect week spent with our family. The kids enjoyed having Chris around all day. We all enjoyed spending time together. I'm looking forward to the many more family vacations in the future. AmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-66665704858595684122014-07-25T17:21:00.001-05:002014-07-25T17:21:21.385-05:00First Haircut {Kenley}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Just before we went on vacation to the beach last week I decided to get a few inches cut off of my hair to help with tangles. Since it was a last minute thing I had the kids with me. I was talking to my friend and hair girl about Kenley's hair getting tangled really bad and we decided to trim hers up, too. Kenley is super shy so I thought she might be nervous, but she was nothing but super proud to get a turn like Mommy. She walked over to the seat, climbed in, and smiled this big nearly the whole time. </div>
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It doesn't look much different, especially since her hair changes length from day to day based on her curls, but it definitely helped with tangles and her curls. I didn't even get an official "after" picture since I'm sure I got busy with the other 2 while Kenley was enjoying her mini spa day. I love Kenley's sweet curls and hint of strawberry. So sweet. AmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-48111001969626824952014-07-07T16:44:00.001-05:002014-07-07T16:44:59.994-05:00Happy Birthday, America!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This year, Wyatt understood that we were celebrating America's birthday. And we celebrated all day long. It was such a fun day of family, friends, and a celebration for our great country. </div>
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We started the day off at Stroller Strides since it was a Friday and we still had class. Daddy didn't have to work so Reagan stayed home with him. It was a HOT July morning, but that didn't stop us from getting a hard workout in with friends. After our workout, we did a little patriotic craft with our friends and then the kids ran around with their red, white, and blue streamers. After that we got a short nap in before heading to Pap and Stacy's house for food, family-time, fun, and swimming. And by 8 we got to our fireworks spot that we go to every year and played with friends and family until it was firework time. The whole day was filled with playing and family and everyone had a blast. </div>
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We have a garden in our backyard this year and the kids have LOVED it. They helped build it, plant it, water it, pick it, and keep it looking good. Eating food from the garden is super exciting and they've been talking lots about where food comes from (that was the point of having a garden so I'm glad). </div>
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Lately we've been driving by lots of corn crops and Wyatt talks about them all the time. He asks every time if we can stop and go look at it. Well, one day last week Kenley had to have an emergency potty stop on our way home. When I found a decent place to pull over behind a neighborhood and whip out the little potty in the trunk of my car it happened to be next to a corn field. They asked if they could go look. I let them and I said "don't pick anything," but we all know how that went. They each got an ear of corn and were so proud of their corn. I took the opportunity to talk about how the corn belongs to the farmers and we can't just take their corn and blah blah blah. Wyatt stopped me, looked up, and said "Mommy, I think they have plenty!" So off we went with the 2 pieces of stolen corn. </div>
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When we got home I had to take care of Reagan and get her to bed before feeding the big kids. Before I could finish Wyatt brought me the first piece all shucked to tell me there wasn't any bugs on it. I looked at it and said "except for that HUGE caterpillar right there." Ugh! </div>
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My friend has since informed me that it's deer/feeder corn and not the corn we eat from the store. I'm not sure. I didn't eat it. I didn't plan to steal it. And I'm hoping they learned about the farmers, the crop, the corn, and we can move our attention back to our backyard veggies. </div>
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This was Wyatt's 3rd year to attend Vacation Bible School, but the church that we attend starts at incoming Kindergarteners so it was his first time to go to this one. I decided to volunteer this year and that meant the girls got to go, too. Kenley even got to do her own VBS with the early childhood classes. Everything about it was awesome - the stage, the theme, the stations, the kids, the staff, everything. I'm so glad we all got to be a part of such a wonderful week of fun. </div>
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The big kids do mixed age groups so Wyatt was with kids of all ages and this made him feel so grown up. Every day I asked him what his favorite part was and every day he said the music (and snack, of course). I was so proud of him because we had to get there by 7:30 since I was working it and then every night he had basketball camp at another church in our area. He was exhausted by the end of the week, but he never complained and he worked so hard all week. VBS with the big kids made him even more excited about moving up from the early childhood area to the elementary kids service at church in August. He will also get to start going on Wednesday nights and we keep hearing how much fun it is. Lots to look forward to, but I still can't believe I'm about to have a school-age child. </div>
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Kenley also loved VBS. Every morning in the car she would chant VBS, VBS, VBS with lots of enthusiasm. This girls LOVES school. She calls her church class, school. She had a ton to say on the way to VBS and even more on the ride home, but she preferred to stay pretty quiet when she was actually there. She's definitely our shy one.</div>
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Reagan did a great job all week, too. It was the most someone other than family has ever watched her. There was only one day toward the end of the week that they had to get me to help her calm down. She hung out with me and the sweet girls I was working with and giggled and smiled the whole time. She knew she had won!</div>
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On the last day there were tons of bounce houses for the kids. Most of these pictures came from Wyatt's sweet crew leader who took pictures for me throughout the week.</div>
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And the early childhood director snapped some pictures of the littles doing their VBS thing. So sweet. Can you tell these kiddos are tired!?!?</div>
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Cute boys making a human pyramid for one of the games. It was HOT outside!</div>
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This past weekend we celebrated Auntie Ashley's 30th birthday at the Mesquite Rodeo. Ashley LOVES the rodeo. She has such a passion for the animals and the sport. She even used to raise animals and show them. I'm pretty sure she and Wyatt have something in common because he loved the rodeo! We talked about going to the party for at least a week. I asked Wyatt early on if he would be interested in Muttin' Bustin' which meant riding a sheep and he quickly said yes. So we talked about it lots (because I'm an over-explainer) and he even practiced staying on the sheep/Daddy at home. </div>
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When we got to the rodeo the party started with a nice Texas-country dinner and hanging out. The kids had a blast playing with each other. They couldn't wait to see the REAL COWBOYS. They even dressed up like real cowboys/girls. </div>
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Let me pause here to tell a story. Below is a happy cowboy named, Wyatt. He totally looks the part. He's rockin' the vest, a button-down, jeans, and real cowboys boots. He's happy, his mouth is full of food, and he's showing off some sort of cowboy move. An hour before this he was on the living room floor in a FULL OUT TANTRUM. It. Was. Bad. Why? Because we made him wear his new boots! </div>
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So, I have to back up again. At Easter Wyatt needed boots/nice shoes for his Easter outfit. I didn't want to spend much money on a one time pair of shoes. The resale shop only had one pair that would fit Wyatt and look okay with his outfit. The only problem was they were girl boots. You couldn't really tell because they were black and the rhinestones would be covered by the pants. So I got them and came home and explained that on Easter he would wear what we told him to without any fits and he'd only have to wear these shoes ONE time. He wore them and then decided that they were his FAVORITE pair of shoes. What?! He hates most shoes. Not this pair, he begged me to wear them every day. Some days I gave in and some days I hid the shoes. </div>
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For the rodeo, I told him he could get real, cowboy boots. So I got him this nice pair. He loved them in the store (he usually does). When it came time to put them on and get out the door. It began. I'm pretty sure before we left Wyatt, myself, and probably even Chris were crying. It was a parenting FAIL with lots of screaming on everyone's part and finally ended with buckling a screaming 5 year old into his carseat, boots flying off in the back seat, and 20 more minutes of tantrum. I ended up telling Wyatt when we got there he had to wear them.... and he did. And this is what he looked like...</div>
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After Wyatt got boots that day, Kenley had to have a pair of her own. We found her some cute pink ones. She loves them, as she loves all shoes. She will wear shoes too big, too small, she does not discriminate when it comes to shoes. Thank the Lord. We can't handle 2 with shoe issues.</div>
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After the dinner we went to our seats that were right by the shoots, cowboys, clowns, and animals. It was perfect. The kids were in awe the entire time.<br />
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The cowboy kept pulling the horse right up to the railing and letting the kids pet it. <br />
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Early on in the evening we put Wyatt's name in the drawing to Muttin' Bust. Out of all the kids that entered, 8 got to do it, and Wyatt was one of them!!! It was so exciting. This experience was one of my proudest Mommy moments. He wasn't really sure what he was getting into so I know he was a little nervous, but trying not to show it. They gathered the parents and kids, we signed liability papers (uh oh), they explained what we were going to do, and then off we went for them to suit the kids up. They put vests and helmets on the them. Now, the kids were nervous and excited, they've been put in armor suits, so what do they do... start bumping into each other, wrestling, and goofing around. So cute! These little boys and girls felt like stars! The kids had to walk back to the shoots and the parents walked onto the arena. I was SO proud of Wyatt for going and not getting scared. <br />
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Here he is walking up the steps to the top of the shoot. Then they announce the child's name and city over the loudspeaker, the gate opens, and the sheep comes running out. Eventually (like after a 2 seconds!) the kiddo falls under the sheep and the sheep (who is bigger than what I expected) tramples over the kiddo, and...<br />
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Then this little cowboy jumps up, throws his arms up in the air, and runs over to us for high fives! He loved it! And we were so proud of how brave he was. <br />
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The kids got trophies and everything! And to top off the night, that cowboy behind Wyatt in this picture came over and congratulated him and called him a cowboy!<br />
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It was such a fun night and perfect party to celebrate Ashley. I think it might need to be a yearly tradition. Both big kids are already asking when we get to go back.<br />
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Wyatt and I went to visit his new school and meet the teachers. He felt so grown up being at the big school and I think our visit helped ease his worries about leaving the preschool. He saw a friend from preschool that will be with him and this super cool mascot and those 2 things helped quite a bit, too, I'm sure. </div>
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Even though I'm sad to come to the end of this chapter with Wyatt, I am so excited for what's to come and feel confident that he's ready. We are so fortunate to have wonderful schools all around us and an exceptional church home so I know next year will be just as great. <br />
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The last day of Pre-K was an extra special day full of fun, games, and even a bounce house obstacle course. I was "working" the bounce house station and classes rotated throughout different areas so I saw Wyatt during his class's turn in the bounce house and luckily a sweet friend got plenty of pictures of Wyatt throughout the day.<br />
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See those blurry feet? That's because these kids come flying through the end of the obstacle course that has no bumper and sprint around to do it again. My job was to "catch" kids at the end and it cracked me up all morning. They would look like the weren't going to stop (well, because they weren't) so I'd get in front of them to catch them and they would pretty much do whatever to get around me - dart to the side, try to leap over me, whatever they could. Basically, they had this down and I was just in their way. </div>
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That precious girl in the back is who Wyatt says he's going to marry. Her mom and I laugh because that would be one crazy household. She might even have more energy and spunk than Wyatt, if you can imagine that! </div>
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Posing with Mrs. Christy. She and Mrs. Martin gave Wyatt the "Whoppers Award" for always telling great, elaborate stories. This boy can talk for hours! He always told them about hunting and Daddy's hunting trips. I'm sure they learned more this year than they ever needed to know about hunting. </div>
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Wyatt, we are so so so proud of you. Your kind heart, fun filled spirit, and enthusiasm for life and learning make us smile every single day. You are such a hard worker. You want to know more and more and then teach others what you know. I can only imagine all the places you will go and things you will do. You are such an adventurous, creative, and curious boy who melts our hearts. You can be stubborn and a limit-pusher, but we know that God gave you these characteristics to do great things with one day. We wouldn't change a thing about you. We love you!<br />
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Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneAmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-30219092129246507072014-06-04T17:23:00.002-05:002014-06-04T17:23:41.991-05:00Reagan loves to be outside!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
Reagan loves being outside. We go to Stroller Strides several days a week and she loves riding in the stroller and then playing afterwards with her little friends. I could watch her play with her little friends all day long. I love this age where babies just seem to blossom into little people. She can choose things she wants. </div>
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We've also been swimming several times already and she is a water baby. I don't have any pictures from swimming because having 3 kids in the water is never a convenient time to be getting a camera out, but this is her after swimming. I think she had fun!<br />
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(It was getting well past 8 months when I decided to throw the 8 month sticker in my bag and try and get a picture on the run. Reagan wasn't really into taking pictures this day so this was the best I got.)<br />
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Still has no teeth and very little hair, but lots and lots of smiles and energy.</div>
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Is sleeping like a champ through the night and for naps.</div>
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Loves to eat. She is still breastfed and eating baby food, big people food, cheerios, and tries to steal brother and sister's food all the time. </div>
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Has a reach of 5 times what you would think it is. This girl can grab anything. She's ready for the WNBA.</div>
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Still thinks her brother and sister are hilarious until they bump in to her.</div>
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Is super sensitive... and dramatic. :) If anyone bumps into her, another baby grabs her, or probably even looks at her the wrong way she will cry the most drama-filled cry you've ever seen. It doesn't last long, and it's so funny to watch. And so not typical of a 3rd child. </div>
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Loves playing in water, snacks, being held, being rocked before bed, holding her own drink (usually prune juice and water), her toys, and her family. </div>
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Look at this sweet, happy baby. She loves stroller strides and she's extra happy because she just ate something. Stroller strides is from 9:30-10:30 and every day I have a little 10:30 alarm reminding me that she would like her food. </div>
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Nothing makes my heart happier than watching Wyatt love his sisters. He wanted to tuck Kenley in with me. </div>
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The place that we work out at on Tuesdays and Thursdays has a few ponds and a creek. We found these brand new ducklings and now Kenley is obsessed. I'm pretty sure she would let me park the stroller by them all day and she would sit and watch them. We look for them every week. That's 13 ducklings!</div>
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After the concert my date and I went to a frozen yogurt place. We hung out, chatted, and watched some of the movie that was playing in the yogurt shop before heading home. When we got home, the girls were already in bed which made Wyatt feel extra special that he got to stay up past bedtime. Although, before he knew they were sleeping he asked if we could bring some home for Kenley. He's always taking care of his sisters.</div>
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The Melting Pot in Addison had a Fairytale lunch and I decided to take just Kenley and let her have a special day. She was so excited and called it her Princess Date. This is the dress she wanted to wear and I even let her wear my necklace that she always tries to get out of my jewelry cabinet. <br />
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We met my sister, Peyton, my mom, and my stepmom there. Kenley got nervous once we walked in and I couldn't get her to smile in the princess chair, but she warmed up as soon as we got to our table. <br />
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It was a long lunch for 2 little girls but they had a blast and were so good. Here they are dancing and posing together while they wait for the chocolate.</div>
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We had so much fun and it was a perfect princess day to celebrate our little girls. Oh and I almost forgot... Baby Jackson (who is 7 weeks old) was there, too. He snoozed the whole time and couldn't be bothered with any of this princess business. :) I didn't even get a single picture of him. 2 hotplates on the table, several pointy skewers, 2 little princesses, and lots of food had us all pretty occupied. </div>
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Wyatt has been asking to play basketball for.ev.er. He is finally old enough (well, sort of) to play. I signed him up to play with the YMCA in McKinney. I didn't want to put him in the 4/5 class because he wanted to play with real basketball goals (not the little tykes plastic ones) and he wanted to play games not just practice (like Uncle Garrett does) so I signed him up for the next group that I thought said it was for kindergartners but all the kids on his team are in 1st grade. These pictures are from his first practice and he did great. He was super excited to get to play and made several baskets. His first game was last weekend and these kids were good! We were so proud of Wyatt for hustling the entire time (only 5 kids were at the game so they all got to play the whole game) and staying focused. He wasn't quite sure how to get the kids to pass him the ball and there was a lot going on at a very fast pace so hopefully once we work with him and after another practice he will have it figured out for the next game. We are so proud of you, Wyatt! AmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-79152180252795286392014-03-24T16:12:00.001-05:002014-03-24T16:12:35.560-05:006 and 7 Months {Reagan}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This sweet girl is more than half a year old already! Things have been so busy around here that I skipped right on past Reagan's 6 month well check appointment and ended up taking her in at 7 months. So these stats are actually her 7 month stats. <br />
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She's almost sitting up on her own, but still tumbles over without support. She eats 4oz of baby food (whatever I made up that week) twice a day and is still nursing like a champ. We just started puffs and baby crackers, and chopped food that she can grab. She is definitely a fan of this freedom. </div>
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She still has a sensitive tummy so she takes Prevacid every day. She also takes Miralax and probiotics in her food and the doctor told us to start giving her a water bottle to try and help the constipation issues. </div>
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Her favorite things to do are play in the exersaucer, ride in the stroller, eat, take baths, have Wyatt and Kenley play with her, be held, and sit and people watch. She loves being outside. </div>
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She hates being laid down on her back and tummy to play by herself, sleep training, and waiting for her food. Reagan has the same amount of patience as her mama - NONE. She likes things done when she wants them done, which is usually 5 minutes ago. She also has quite a temper (from her Daddy, I'm sure) and she can be perfect and giggly one minute and screaming the next. She keeps us on our toes, but for the most part she is a super happy baby.</div>
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Her biggest accomplishment the past month or so has been sleep training. Whew! It was rough on Mommy and Daddy. We have never had to do cry it out and the big kids were pretty much born good sleepers, but Miss Reagan gave us a run for our money. I'll never be the one writing the parenting book that says "This is how you do such and such..." because let me just tell you every baby is so different. I was pretty convinced after 2 kids that cry it out wasn't for me, but I tried nearly everything else with Reagan and finally gave in to letting her cry. It was painful... for us. </div>
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But now sleeps very well like this throughout the night. She has even learned to sleep on her side since once she flips to her back she can't get all the way back to her tummy. It was definitely worth the heartache to get her sleeping well and all in all in wasn't that long of a process to get her to this point. I am so grateful for my sweet friends that I texted often during naps to support me through this. And as I'm typing she is upstairs napping peacefully in her crib. </div>
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On January 9th, my first baby turned 5!!! How in the world do I have a 5 year old already?! The day Wyatt was born our lives changed forever. Ever since I can remember I wanted to be a Mommy more than anything else. All my prayers, wishes, and dreams as far back as I can remember asked that one day I'd be a Mommy. And this little guy started it all. He has brought more laughs, smiles, and special memories to us than I can count. He's a bundle of sweetness with his caring heart and a ball of fire with his adventurous, fearless personality. There have been many times that Chris and I just look at each other and can't believe that God has blessed us with so much. <br />
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I did a birthday interview with Wyatt this. Here is what he told me:<br />
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Favorites...<br />
person? Aidan<br />
color? blue, green, red <br />
TV show? Ninja Turtles (I don't let him watch this so of course he told me how he wishes I'd let him watch it because it is his favorite)<br />
movie? Polar Express<br />
outfit? builder dress up (there's a vest and tools in the dress up bin that he loves)<br />
sport? football<br />
song? Planes song (the song that the movie Planes starts with)<br />
friend? Aidan<br />
book? Toy Story<br />
vacation? the beach<br />
memory? beach with Aidan<br />
thing to do with friends? play catch<br />
thing to do with Mommy? play games<br />
thing to do with Daddy? build towers<br />
thing to do with Kenley? ride bikes and ride the police car<br />
thing to do with Reagan? kiss her and be so cute with her<br />
toy? Dusty<br />
food? nuggets and fries<br />
animal? lions, tigers, cheetahs, and deers<br />
fruit? apples and grapes<br />
veggies? carrots<br />
candy? gummies and gummy bears<br />
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What do you want to be when you grow up? a race car driver, marry Harper and be Eric (Eric is the prince on The Little Mermaid)<br />
What are you good at? school<br />
What do you wish? for Jesus in our heart<br />
Who is your biggest hero? Aidan, me (himself), Tate (then I explained what a hero is and he said Ninja Turtles)<br />
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All about Wyatt:<br />
He has LOTS of energy. Loves to create and come up with new ideas. He loves learning and loves school. His heart belongs to his sisters. He is the best big brother ever. He loves to play, loves his friends, loves to be outside. He loves any form of water. His TV time has to be limited (and what he can watch) because he is so animated that he acts out characters and this can get him into trouble. He needs his sleep. He wants to help and likes to have jobs to do (if it's a job he likes and wants to do at the time). He loves structure and loves to know "what's next." He asks me every night what we are doing the next day? He loves praise and gets a huge smile when he knows you are proud and he is proud, but he tries to hide his smile and it's very cute. He also smiles when he's nervous or in trouble (just like his Mommy). If there's a flower, he always picks it to give to Mommy. If Daddy is on the floor, he wants to roll around and wrestle. If Reagan is close by he wants to kiss her even though he's not supposed to (he can hardly stop himself). He takes care of, teaches, and plays with Kenley all the time. His favorite place to go is Grammy's. <br />
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These are a few of the things that make Wyatt, Wyatt. He keeps us on our toes and keeps our hearts full. <br />
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And Reagan loves water, too! Now she even likes to grab the toys and try and get them to her mouth. Tea party time in the tub!<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneAmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-83161462406553301772014-01-30T14:55:00.001-06:002014-01-30T14:55:55.743-06:005 Months {Reagan}I'll say it again, time sure does fly when you're having fun. We've gotten into a pretty good routine over the past month or so and Reagan has been growing so much and learning tons. We stay busy and she goes with the flow really well. She loves to watch the big kids do anything. They can make her laugh instantly. She's been babbling quite a bit and loves to tell us stories. <br />
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One of the biggest changes lately is finally getting on Prevacid for acid reflux. I suspected she was having some issues early on and we tried probiotics, which helped, but then she got a cough that wouldn't go away (I didn't realize that was a symptom of reflux at first) and started having pretty miserable afternoons of screaming fits. As soon as we got medicine we noticed HUGE changes the very next day. It was amazing. I felt really bad that she had been hurting but grateful for medicine that helped so quickly.<br />
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She started food right at 5 months and did great. We started her off with bananas. I tried some rice cereal before 5 months (I know you aren't supposed to) trying to help whatever was wrong (the reflux) and it was a DISASTER. She screamed worse the rest of that day. Needless, to say I'm too scared to try rice cereal again even if it was just because she was too young. She's loving her fruits and veggies so I think we will stick with that. <br />
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We also got her ears pierced at 5 months. Chris is still not a fan of this, but it was easier since Kenley's are done so I'm sure he assumed I'd be doing Reagan's. <br />
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She loves her binky and chewing on anything - her blankets, her toys, her fingers, and anything else that she can get to her mouth. As soon as we started the Prevacid she moved to her crib since she would finally lay flat without screaming. And just like Kenley did, she sleeps in a sleep sack blanket and loves it. She knows it's bedtime/naptime when we put that on. She loves to cuddle and be rocked before bed. <br />
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Her big brother and sister love her so so so much! If the big kids wake up before Reagan, they always ask about her and can't wait until I say we can go upstairs and get her. They always beat me up there and get in the crib. I call them the Wake-Up Welcoming Crew. And I'm pretty sure Reagan loves this as much as they do. It's super sweet.<br />
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Things are busy here and every month I take these pictures a little late. I meant to put a bow on Reagan and got so worried about getting a picture that I totally forgot. But who needs a bow when you've got a smile that'll light up a room like this one, right?!<br />
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Oh and that little square pink thing is totally worth mentioning. It was a gift, but some genius out there made a square piece of fabric and put crinkle material in it so it's the perfect size for a baby to hold and it crinkles. Genius! She loves it! <br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneAmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-22524203130285621022013-12-23T20:41:00.000-06:002013-12-23T20:41:34.154-06:00Gingerbread VillageI got a cute little gingerbread village that came with 4 different houses. It was so cute and perfect because I wanted to do one, too. The kids had a cold that lingered for a few days and we stayed inside away from other people and I kept the big kids (the sickies) away from Reagan, who stayed in my bedroom. The week was rough. The kids didn't feel well, were cranky, and no one got as much attention as normal. I was going back and forth between a gate I had set up to divide Reagan's space and the sick space (even Chris was sick and I made him sleep on the couch). Our gingerbread house party became the perfect activity to spend some one on one time with the big kids and relax and have fun. <br />
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An ice storm came to Texas and we got "snowed" in for a few days. School was cancelled, lots of places were closed, several people lost power, and things were a little crazy. Luckily, we had power and so we stayed nice and cozy at home... except for all our little adventures. <br />
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It was pretty much a skating rink right outside our door and the kids had fun slip-sliding around. Uncle Garrett spent a few nights with us, which was great for Wyatt because they could venture outside more often than when I went out. The boys had a blast playing in the back yard and spent hours kicking icicles and blocks of ice. </div>
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We save movies on our DVR and we had to replace it this year and lost all the kids' movies. Wyatt waited and waited for Frosty to come on again this year. He asked me just about every day if it was the day Frosty came on. So we had a hot chocolate, popcorn, and movie night.</div>
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When the kids went to bed Chris and I played the new game that Elfie brought us. He won! I'm sure he will want that documented because it doesn't happen often. He won the 2nd night, too. :(</div>
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Reagan loved the "snow" days, too.</div>
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We went sledding in our neighborhood where we have a pretty good hill. It was so much fun. Everyone bundled up in snow suits and lots of layers and out we went to play. Reagan was in her snow suit in her carseat covered with blankets and then the carseat was covered with blankets. She was super cozy and slept through all the excitement. (See her in the wagon.)</div>
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We also pulled a storage bucket for the kids to ride down the hill in. They loved it until they figured out the cookie sheets were faster and then they stepped it up to those. Chris and I may have had just as much fun as the kids flying down the hill!</div>
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The ice melted slowly. Uncle Jeff works for NTTA and they were so busy working overnight shifts for DAYS that I got to keep my sweet niece, Peyton, one day. I took this picture of the kids loaded up in the "bus" so we could take Wyatt to school. </div>
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Our chilly little week was full of great memories. Now we've decided we need to buy a real sled and are hoping to get some real snow so we can build a snowman. <br />
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<br />AmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-71284950836801466392013-12-05T23:43:00.000-06:002013-12-05T23:43:17.710-06:00Thanksgiving<br />
I was determined to get pictures on Thanksgiving this year and I still did a horrible job. We get so busy and things get crazy and I never get very many. But we had a wonderful day. We went to Pap and Stacy's house for lunch, family, and football. Everything was amazing and just hanging out was great. Wyatt calls his construction worker vest a fireman vest and so we were well prepared in case the turkey caught on fire. Luckily, our fireman didn't have to put out any fires.<br />
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Wyatt ran off to play with Uncle Garrett, Reagan was snoozing in her carseat, and Kenley was hanging out by the food so she is the only one that got Mommy and Daddy pictures. </div>
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We had dinner at my mom and Jerry's. My dad and Michelle didn't get to come this year because they had awesome suite tickets at the Cowboys game (where they were served a whole Thanksgiving dinner and didn't eve have to clean up... score!). We hung out, ate more, and watched more football. Then Chris took the kids home and it was time for the annual Black Friday shopping. Here's the deal... I'm really good at buying things on sale and finding great deals. The week before Thanksgiving I ordered things from Old Navy with free shipping and 50% off the entire order FROM MY COUCH. So Black Friday shopping isn't really about the deals for me. Especially since I'm not throwing myself into any fights over saving any amount of money and my kids aren't wanting any toy that's selling out in 5 minutes. But the last few years it's become a fun little tradition. And the best part is getting to finish my Christmas shopping when my kids are in bed! This year it was just my mom, little Sarah, and me. We should've gotten a picture, but we didn't. We had a blast. We all talked and talked and laughed and laughed. I totally think that for those reasons we will keep this little tradition going. <br />
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I am so thankful for all the people in my life and all the blessings we have. I'm thankful for the best times and thankful for all the challenges along the way. God has a wonderful plan and I'm always trying my hardest to trust His plan. <br />
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneAmyJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09597329727226215086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916715379533284586.post-90306511435606041712013-12-05T23:26:00.000-06:002013-12-05T23:26:51.480-06:00Catching Up {Kenley}This sweet little girl has been every bit of 2... cute, mischievous, sweet, and into everything. I really love this age. I love watching the curiosity and learning that's going on in a 2 year olds mind. You can totally watch them and see their little minds working. So, check out what Kenley's been up to...<br />
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This girl loooooooves makeup. Loves it. If I don't know where she is for 30 seconds she will have mascara (which is now on lock down) all over her face or nail polish (also on lock down) all over her hands. Here is her work from yesterday morning..</div>
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Wyatt kept explaining to her how much trouble she was in.</div>
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Our Elf on the Shelf, Elfie, brought these little mosaic crafts where you put sticky foam squares on the colored squares on the picture. Kenley worked so hard on hers. I even facetimed Chris while he was at work so he could observe the difference between boys and girls. At this age, Wyatt would have gone super fast and just stuck things. Kenley, however, took her time, pulled off ones that weren't done well enough for her, and wanted to put the colors in the right spot. Love my kids' concentration faces.</div>
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The kids found a teeny tiny barrel of monkeys I have in my old teaching bucket of prizes. Here Kenley is attaching all the monkeys.</div>
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This is my absolute favorite picture of Kenley ever! The girls and I went shopping while Wyatt was in school. At Old Navy Kenley found this headband (for a big girl) and carried it throughout the store. I checked out and then she realized we weren't getting it and was so sad. I decided to let her get it and she was sooooo proud. I told her to smile and show me her new bow and this is what I got...</div>
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I got new blush and let Kenley have the old one to play with and here she is all dolled up by herself with blush (pretty sure all over to face), chapstick, and her heels. Boys are born knowing how to make a gun out of anything and girls are born with a passion for makeup and shoes.</div>
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Wyatt and Daddy went hunting one weekend (that post is coming soon from Chris). The girls and I hung out all weekend. We rode the carousel and she got 2 more princesses from the Disney store to add to her collection.</div>
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That same weekend Kaleton was in town and we got to go to dinner with them.</div>
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Kenley brings me stuff all the time and says "Here you go, Mommy," and it's the sweetest thing ever. She says it so cute and gets so excited. Here she is bringing me her homemade soup.</div>
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