tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54781608520821565462024-03-13T06:26:55.476-07:00Ole and MamaBayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-43619198455416448752014-08-18T13:25:00.002-07:002014-08-18T13:25:11.034-07:00the funnest<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'm pretty sure yesterday was the funnest day of Ole's life. I'd remembered driving past "Perch and Play" but had never looked up any info about it. In my head I was sure it was probably just something for older kids. To my luck and surprise it was for the littles too. So Ole and I went there and played for a couple hours and he got to have chicken nuggets for lunch. He had a blast. We went home and took a nap and when he woke up he had to go with me to the post office. But since he put up with that, he got to go to the park that's by our house. He liked picking dandelions and after that I showed him the amazingness that is the slide. I took him down a big one first and he SCREAMED in delight. So after that I held him over and over again on some of the other slides and finally he tried out the toddler slide on his own. I held his hands so he wouldn't bonk his head but he had a blast being able to climb up to the slide on his own (and exhausting himself). I tried to put him in a baby swing but he was terrified of it for some reason and screamed and wouldn't let me go. He liked when I would swing with him but that's about it. He also had fun putting rocks in his mouth and spitting them out when I would tell him "no rocks in your mouth!" After the park when we were sweaty and exhausted I thought "a slurpee sounds good!" He was pretty fussy and tired but I was pretty sure it would be worth it to make the trip to 7/11 before going home. I was right. He LOVED it. I'm pretty sure he drank half of it. It was a good day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The good stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole at Perch and Play.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole's new favorite morning thing. Eating breakfast naked, cause why not?!</span><br /><br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-41430164987268242442014-08-12T13:45:00.003-07:002014-08-12T13:45:49.676-07:00first few days in our new place<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The first few nights in our new place have been wonderful. Ole seems to love it. He likes to run around when we get home and has slept better in the new place then our old one. It might be the new bed.. Or just the positive feeling of starting over together. Either way, we have settled in to a routine of our own and I am loving it. After work we make dinner together, then Ole takes a bath and goes to bed. He has just seemed really happy to be with me and I have been very happy for our time together too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">He is getting a new tooth and it is completely crooked. But hey, the kids gotta have one imperfection. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Little stinker eating watermelon in our new cabinets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I gave Ole a mohawk the other morning. He liked it.</span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-7899847571086616302014-08-07T12:34:00.001-07:002014-08-07T12:40:58.084-07:00Summer Olz<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole Joe was made for the summer. He is just like me and a water baby. He is a sunshine baby. He is an adventure baby. He hates being indoors all day and could run around outside all day if I would let him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I also learned that he is an Indian food lover. Just like me. We went to the farmer's market last weekend with Iris and Cassie and got a plate of Indian food. Ole was obsessed. That night Joe got us Indian food for dinner and again, obsessed Ole. And this dinner meal was made with chili peppers! Anything with a very strong flavor, Ole is all about. Another new favorite; limes. We gave him one to see what he would do and he chowed it down. No flinching. Since then, we've given him limes a couple more times and he loves them. I love this kid!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">In other news, Ole and I got our very own 1 bedroom apartment. It's not the nicest but it's big, inexpensive and ours. It is going to be full of love and fun. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Now on to my new favorite picture, which I think is the absolute best picture of Ole ever taken.</span><br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-90627861132275769882014-07-22T10:53:00.000-07:002014-07-22T10:53:58.459-07:00becauseBecause my mind won't shut up and I am at work with no one to talk to, I will talk to you my fellow bloggers.<br />
A couple weeks ago Joe and I split up. Well I guess you call it that. We are currently still living together but Joe got his own place and moves this weekend.<br />
I think I was in shock for the first week or two and I thought I was ok.<br />
I was disassociated with the whole thing.<br />
And now that he moves this weekend and I have to find my own place I feel empty and broken.<br />
I am mostly already constantly missing Ole. He is my best friend and the love of my life. I know that wherever I am with him I will be home.. But I don't want to ever go a day without seeing him. And I know that he doesn't want to go a day without seeing me. Even if I step outside for a minute he screams. As soon as I re-enter the room he is just beaming with love smiles. How can we do this to him?<br />
I keep saying we didn't try hard enough. Things really aren't/weren't that bad. At least to me they weren't. We are new parents. You lose that connection for a bit because you are in survival mode but you can come back to each other. <strike>And I thought we were.</strike><br />
Joe is already dating. I don't know if I've felt that one yet.<br />
He is seeing someone. I don't know if that bothers me. I think what I think about that is that maybe he wanted more attention. So he went looking for it and found someone. It makes me think it's my fault for being neglectful and that maybe if I wasn't being neglectful then he would still love me.<br />
But I can't think like that or the pain will be too real.<br />
I keep telling him that maybe we could work on things. This is all happening too fast for me and too fast for Ole. But he doesn't want to listen.<br />
I feel like I'm just screaming for another chance but no sound is coming out.<br />
I feel like I want to tell him I could make him happy again. He could be happy again. But my pride stands in the way. If you don't want me, I don't want to force you to want me. If your new girl makes you happy I want you to be happy.<br />
I'm scared that Ole won't know I am mom. I am scared that Ole won't know how much I love him. I am scared he will think he did something wrong. My eyes sting from holding back tears, my cheeks feel hot and I'm choking on air and anxiety.<br />
I don't want my family to be split up. I don't want to share my baby. I don't want to have no idea where he is or what he is doing. <br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-63308872535925648322014-05-29T13:55:00.002-07:002014-05-29T13:55:35.563-07:00BBQ time<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My Uncle had a BBQ for memorial day. Ole had a blast playing in the water toys and sitting around outside in his diaper. He is definitely like his mama in the way that he loves the sun and water. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Daddy covering Ole's ears as the train passes. I love Ole's little face in this one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Our family.</span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-87773732744015906502014-05-29T13:49:00.000-07:002014-05-29T13:58:43.867-07:00pictures that melt my heart<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I think these were taken after we were waking up from a nap. Ole sleeps with us and we usually lay with him for his naps too. My favorite time with him is when he is waking up and cuddling and crawling all over us. It makes me sad to think he won't be this way forever. I'm sure I'll love his older stages just as much but I absolutely love this time. He is the most loving little guy and so fun and you can just see the love he has in his eyes. I will cherish these pictures forever.</span><br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-12715975583470654222014-05-29T13:44:00.002-07:002014-05-29T13:46:47.483-07:00beginning of a few photo dumps<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I haven't been at work for the past week or two and so I have a ton of photos that I'm going to separate in to their own posts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole is quite the eater now and loves to eat whatever I am eating. Here is my crazy boy stealing my toast.</span><br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-56597228072621542022014-05-08T13:52:00.000-07:002014-05-08T13:52:03.974-07:00Sunshine Daydream<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The things Ole does makes me love him so much I could burst. He is just so cool that he cracks me up. Yesterday my sister and I took our boys to the harbor for a walk and then let them play in the grassy fields. Ole had been really wanting out of his stroller and so I hurried and laid a blanket out for him and sat him on it.. Thinking he would crawl off with Jesse and play. Nope. He lays back, smiling, and starts running his fingers through the grass, squinting in the sunshine. My little hippy boy. I was cracking up. He laid there like that for about 5 minutes. Just smiling and enjoying himself. I just love that kid so much. I feel so lucky he is my boy. </span><br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-5925323026598167972014-05-05T10:17:00.004-07:002014-05-05T10:17:52.032-07:00He Said It!<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Yesterday my sweet little baby love said "mama" for the first time. It was amazing and I think my favorite mom moment so far. I knew he had been trying to say it for about the past week. He would say "mmma!" at me and I knew he was wanting me and I knew "mama" wouldn't be far behind. Ole has had 4 teeth breaking through at once and really been wanting <i>me</i> lately.. well yesterday I was taking the trash out and Ole was playing with Daddy but had wanted me to at least be in the room. I started walking out again and he looked me straight in the eyes and yelled "mama!!!" And a <b>HUGE</b> smile broke out across his face. I got so excited and picked him up and gave him a huge hug. He was so proud. The rest of the night when I would say "mama" he would give me a huge smile since he knows he can say it now. He was so proud of himself and I am over the moon with pride. Now when he wants me he yells "maaaaa!!!!!" I love it. It is so cool that he knows who I am and that I am <i>his </i>mama. It is amazing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> First time swinging at the park last week when we had record breaking temperatures!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Mama and Ole date to the park. We had fun. One of my favorite days with my guy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> New hat. Cute but too big. He fell asleep about a minute after this was taken.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My parents got Ole this shirt in Hawaii. Dorks.</span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-67977834536809199562014-04-21T14:04:00.001-07:002014-04-21T14:05:02.391-07:00Easter Olz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-24173762590188624272014-04-07T13:48:00.001-07:002014-04-07T13:48:12.193-07:00picture dump!<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The past couple weeks our family has been hit by a bad cold virus! We brought Ole to the doctor last friday and he has his first upper respiratory infection. His naturopath whipped him up his first tincture and he seems a bit happier, although still coughing a ton and not sleeping great. It's been hard on the whole family. Now for some pictures!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I watched my nephew Jesse last week while my sister was at work. He's such a sweetie and is just learning to walk. Him and Ole <u><i>wore me out</i></u> beyond belief. I was still a bit sick, and Ole and Jesse were sick.. It was craziness. Joe said I snored that night. And I never snore! I love this picture of Ole. Shows what a dorky little ham he is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My sister was off pretty late and Jesse dude started to get tired. I tried rocking him but he motioned for Uncle Joe to rock him. He went out within about 5 mins. It was so sweet. Sometimes you just need your Uncle Joe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Yesterday I was going stir crazy after being in the house sick for a week. I know Ole loves getting out as much as me so we took him to the park and then the fragrance garden. He had a blast and I think the fresh air did us all good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">One of the few things that made my sick boy smile. You can see I'm not feeling too hot here either.</span><br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-84414442385263995632014-04-01T11:48:00.003-07:002014-04-01T11:48:17.408-07:00random mama thoughtsLately my head has been in a swirl. I get so inspired and have so many things I want to do but when I start trying to plan how to do them, I crash. I literally feel like puking when I get ideas rolling around in my head. My main goal right now is to be a great mom to Ole. And for the most part, I believe I'm succeeding. However, I don't want the only thing I do in life to be, being a mom. I read a quote that your child won't reach for the stars unless they see you reach for the stars yourself.<br />
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I keep hearing that the first year of your child's life is the hardest on you. I literally feel like a giving machine. I love giving to my baby and making sure that he has everything he needs and feels as much love as possible. Joe and I are in to attachment parenting. Which I believe wholeheartedly in.. However it doesn't make our life easier! Ole needs mama there for all his sleep. He won't sleep in his crib. And he won't sleep unless I'm next to him in the bed. I haven't had alone time in months! I feel it taking it's toll. I know that I need to find time for myself. But when?! I know a lot of moms use nap time as their time. But I don't have that. I also have to go to bed with Ole every night... at 7. So with taking care of him 24 hours a day, minus the 1 day a week I work, there really is no time left for me. So when I get inspired I try to smash it down. But I feel like a part of me is dying. And I know it's not healthy to crush all my dreams before they can even begin.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like there is something wrong with me. I see all these other mothers out there, shopping, cooking, cleaning. I want to be supermom. I have a hard time with this. I love to cook. I love to take care of my man, my home and my baby. But I can't keep up. I feel like as a (mostly) stay at home mom, that it's my responsibility to have dinner ready each night, and the house spotless constantly. I can't do it. And this makes me feel like a failure. I take this very personally. I don't like when I'm not the best. One of the things I love to do is cook up new recipes. With a 6 month old, I just can't. He's in to everything and wants and needs my constant attention. It's quick dinners every night and most nights Joe and I cook together while we take turns feeding Ole. I hate that I'm not making super healthy, delicious meals for our family. And I miss nurturing the cooking love inside of me. I feel like I won't ever have it together. I'm worried that Joe sees me as a failure and wonders why I'm staying home when I can't keep up.<br />
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I feel out of touch with life right now. My days are totally around the clock filled up and I don't feel like I have anything to show for it. <br />
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I want to take private viola lessons. I want to be a part of the Whatcom Symphony Orchestra. I want to cook more. I want to read more on "crunchy" lifestyle. I want to make my own beauty and cleaning products. I want to write poetry again. I want to journal again. I want to read. I want to take a nap. I want to take a bath. I want to go on dates with Joe. I want to hang out with my friends. I want to watch a movie. I want to listen to music and clean. I want to exercise. I want to sleep in and not worry that my baby needs me. I want to sleep through the night. I want to play in the sunshine. I want to cut my hair. I want, I want, I want. And this overwhelms me. I want to be present in the now, and satisfied the way things are. I'm stuck in a rut and I don't know how to get out because I feel like the only thing I am anymore is "mom." <br />
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I feel like at 7 months in I should have a hang of this mom thing. I should have it together. I should have figured out how to balance everything. But it's not coming to me. I only know how to be mom. I feel flickers of the embers of the old me burning but I snuff them out. There's no time for that now. And I wonder if there ever will be again. Or if that is all I was cut out for? I don't even have multiple children. I have one and I can't keep everything together. I know Ole is happy. So I know I am not failing him. But I do feel like I am failing at everything else. I don't know if this is the new me and the new forever. I know that changes need to be made. But I don't know where to start. Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-1860517618017410942014-03-17T13:24:00.001-07:002014-03-17T13:24:49.065-07:00sad, fun and scary! oh and a birthday!<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Yesterday was my 26th birthday. We joked during the day calling it my "twenty sick" birthday because I was sick all day. It actually was one of the most meaningful birthdays I've had. It was my first birthday with a family of my own! Joe and Olz took care of me all day because I felt so crappy. I mostly laid in bed and Joe brought me soup, tea, vitamins and BURRITOS! No, I am still not able to eat dairy but I found a fake cheese that gets the job done. The boys took care of me and I did some nappin' and relaxin'. It was all I wanted for my birthday. And my parents got me a kindle! Score! I had been wanting one so I am pretty excited. I still haven't gotten the chance to play with it... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole is a little crawling monster. He can go forward now. Very fast. He can also climb on to things and walk along them. He is also saying "hi!" to everyone and everything. It's really cute. Two of my friends stopped by last week and Ole kept saying "hi!" to them. It's so funny. He also said "daddy" for the first time yesterday. Joe was tickling him and he was laughing and screamed "DADDYYYY!!!" It was awesome. I was very close to getting video of it. My video started RIGHT after! Here's the video:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">We moved last weekend. We love our new place. It's a two bedroom, two bath apartment right in town. It sucks for having a dog in an apartment but we really love the place.. The only bad thing is that my beloved first born Zappa disappeared a day before we moved. I am devastated and heartbroken and have been out to our old house (an hour away) looking for him every day. I keep up hope that he will be there.. I think I am in denial. Zappa was my best friend. He has been there for me through the hardest times of my life. When my ex and I split up and then my Grandma passed away I would just lay in my bed so depressed I couldn't get up. Zappa would just lay on me and let me pet him. He was a crazy cat. He didn't really like anyone but me and no one really liked him except me. He had the most personality of any cat I've ever known. I feel lucky to have been his mom. Joe always said that Zappa was lucky to have found me because no one else would love him like I did. He was meant to be a wild, outdoor dude. Which he got to be for the last 2.5 years. The first year of his life was spent indoors at our old apartment. He would stalk every one in the apartment and attack. Which was awful not only because you were being attacked by a cat but you were being attacked by a huge maine coon. I knew that once he was able to be an outdoor kitty he would be a happy kitty. And he was. After he could go out he was mellow and an avid hunter. When we lived in Everson we would come home to 1-4 mice a day. Sweet little guy. I was a proud mama. Joe was disgusted but I was just proud. I knew he was in paradise. He was like a dog. He would lay on Cuba's dog bed. He would play chase with Cuba outside. He would come when you called him. He would stand on his back two feet to be pet. He would give kisses. He cracked me up. To me, there could be no better pet. Every day when we would get home he would run up to the car, tail in the air. He was a smart, happy, huge kitty. I miss him so much I can't stand it. Our new place doesn't feel like home without him. Whenever we have moved with him in the past him and Cuba have explored the new place together, chasing each other around the house, and annoying Joe and I. It just really isn't the same. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole seems to really like the new place. There is more room for him to crawl. He hasn't really seemed to notice we have moved. There is a workout center in our new place and I've worked out a couple times. Hoping to have a hot bod by summer! Here's Ole in the new place (don't mind my pump in the background):</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole seems to get bigger and bigger every day. He is full of energy (literally! He doesn't like to sleep it seems!) and laughter. Last night Joe and I were talking about how much he has changed our lives in these short little 6 months and how much fun he has brought. We couldn't picture life without him. We always say too, that he was just meant for us. There is no way this kid could fit us any better. He is just so him. I don't know how else to explain it. I've never met anyone like him and I know that I won't. This boy is just Ole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Last two pictures from our old house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This is my new favorite picture of him. It's so him. He's such a ham. Joe says "I can't believe he already knows how to pose. He sees a camera come out and he smiles and poses. He is definitely your kid." Ain't nothin' wrong with that!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I like this picture of us because you can see his little teeth! One thing I love about Ole is that he can be grumpy but he still smiles. Sometimes he smiles while "crying." He still fake cries and it's still hilarious and endearing to me. That probably doesn't help that I always laugh when he does it... but it's too cute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">...beyond beautiful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> My sweet boy snuggling his sick mama on her birthday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I think these last two pictures really show how huge my "littles" is getting. My little chunk. His 6 month check is on Wednesday and I can't wait to see what he weighs and what his height is. I think he has grown quite a bit since his last check up.</span><br />
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-26771740694868493262014-03-03T13:16:00.005-08:002014-03-03T13:17:32.964-08:00the times they are a changin'<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My little boy is not so little anymore. His personality is so big and full and his little body is starting to catch up. He has 2 teeth now and can crawl. Only backwards at the moment. And he can kind of hop forward. Or scoot forward when he's on his butt. He has also started eating some solid foods. His favorite is sweet potatoes. When he eats sweet potatoes he says "mmmm!" while he's eating. It is so freaking cute. The only food he's tried so far that he hasn't liked is bananas. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">His sleep is still crappy. Up every half hour-3 hours. I am in a constant state of exhaustion. I don't ever really feel "good" anymore but have gotten more used to it and know I can make it through a day. But so looking forward to the day he sleeps better... But also not believing that day will ever come.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole hasn't felt good the past few days from cutting his second tooth. This one seems to have taken a bigger toll on him. He growls and yells at things and bites them. It is really hurting him. He also has a little cold and that isn't helping anything. My poor littles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> I'm blown away at how every time I update the blog he looks so much older to me. Here is the Dids in his high chair with his new bibdana. Just being cool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Sunday morning relaxin' on the couch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Just chewin' his keys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Joe got some more work done on his tattoo. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Gettin' some snuggles from my grumpy teether. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Crazy boy lookin' all cute in his diaper. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Just loving life after being introduced to the magic that is sweet potatoes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My new tattoo.</span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-15254485726011764822014-02-17T11:01:00.001-08:002014-02-17T11:01:39.906-08:00Fluff, fluff, fluff<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I remember saying 4 months was my favorite but now it is definitely 5 months. My little guy is so active and has such a sense of humor. Joe and I were talking last night about how his personality is so much bigger then 5 months. He can be so sweet and tender and yet so wild and fun. One day I was changing him and giving him kisses and he started running his hands through my bangs. I said "Oh! Are you fluffing mama's hair?" He laughed so hard at this. It was like he knew what I meant by fluffing my hair. So he kept doing it and I'd say "ohhh fluff, fluff, fluff." And he would crack up. So now when he's a bit cranky I run his hand through my hair and say "fluff, fluff, fluff! Ohhhh fluff!" He will laugh and laugh. I just think it's so funny and cool. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">He is so shy. When we're out in public he won't talk or laugh. What really cracks me up is after we've been around other people and we leave or go to a room by ourselves he talks and talks like he's just been holding it in forever. He's been like this since he was in my tummy. He would only kick around Joe and I and my coworker Laura. (Whose voice he heard all day mon-fri). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">His first tooth cut this weekend! It was very exciting! But also scary because the reason I noticed it was because it felt like glass on my nip! Real nice! Then I felt in there and it's popped just a bit. He finally let me look at it last night and you can see the whole thing but just a little has come out. I was really happy and excited but then I got sad. My baby is growing so fast! And I love that little toothless smile. It's going to be so funny to see a little tooth in there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">He had a cold this weekend too. Little runny nose and a cough. My poor little babe. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">He has a doctors appointment tomorrow because for about the past 2 months that kid does not want to sleep. He is up every half hour-2 hours at night. 2 hours is rare. One hour is the norm. I am exhausted. Joe is exhausted and I figure little Olz must be exhausted too. In the mornings I always think "I can't do another day of this." But then he smiles and it's all worth it. This mama needs more sleep though!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Joe and I just applied for another place in town. If you are reading this please pray for us! Or send good vibes! Whatever works for you! We need this place and out of our little mountain home. I have noticed the more I can get out of the house the better my mood and the less I notice my exhaustion. We can't go for walks at our house now because of how sketchy the area is. I go stir crazy. We also can't afford to go to town every day because we're an hour away and gas is pricey! We are so hoping we get this place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> I don't mean to brag..<strike>yes I do</strike>, but my kid gets cuter every day! Here he is at my sisters house playing with the blocks she got him. He loves them! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Still playing blocks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Here is my sassy, little stinker at Gramma's house. He just looks so fab in this picture. And mighty handsome. I gave him a comeover that day. RAD! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I also think he looks so much older in this picture. Such a little boy. He looks a lot like me here too. I think anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> My little ham rocking his awesome new bib-dana. He looked so badass this day. I can't stand the cute.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I forgot to say how he knows to smile for the camera. Whenever I get my phone or camera out to take a picture I say "Ole! Smiles!" and he smiles. He also loves looking at pictures and videos of himself. Joe says he's like his mom. Oops! We're cute and we know it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Napping on me at my sisters. (Please don't ever get too big to do this Olzy!!!) Note: Big lips. Love those things.</span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-15397632198749744722014-01-27T16:59:00.001-08:002014-01-27T16:59:43.945-08:00Compassion.<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Since the beginning of the year I've been trying to find my word of the year. It finally came to me! Compassion.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I feel awful saying this but compassion is something I really lack. I can get pretty wrapped up in myself and it's hard for me to consider anybody else's feelings but my own. It's terrible. So that is my word of the year! On to some pictures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Daddy reading "Goodnight Moon" to Ole. This book is really special to me. I loved it when I was little and my Grandma always said I would say "goodnight moon!" at night. The first time we read it to Ole he loved it so much and got so excited he started shaking. (Which I then I asked his doctor about because it freaked us out, she said it's just a rush of adrenalin). Him loving it just makes me love it so much more. (I wonder if he'll read it to his kids?)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This picture is just too cute to me. This is Ole eating his cousin Landon's hand. Mind you, Landon is a year old. Ole is huge. He had his 4 month check on Friday and he's in the 90th percentile. Anyway, Ole has to put every thing in to his mouth. the most annoying being, my hair. I want to cut it short now because he's always yanking it and putting it in his mouth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Ole and Landon goin' in for a high five. They kept trying to grab each others hand and missing. It was hilarious. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Landon loved Ole. He kept putting his hands really gently on Ole's head and giggling. I would say "oh Landon! That is so nice!" and he would do it again and be so happy. He started wiggling, giggling and clapping. It was really cute. It also freaked my shy boy out. He just wanted to play with Landon's tractor. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This is one thing that Ole does that reminds me of me. He absolutely loves having his picture taken and having videos of him made and then he likes to watch the video. It makes me laugh and smile. Little ham. My Grandma said I would always say "film me Gramma!" then the video always ends with me saying "now let me watch it." That's my little boo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My friend Alicia and I had a girl date on Saturday. When I got home Joe had given littles a bath and put him in his jams. Ole was so tired and just let me snuggle on him. I wish he would always let me snuggle him like this!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Here's the Dids standing on his changing table thinking he's pretty cool. I LOVE this outfit that Grandma got for him. He looks so stinking cute I can't stand it. He was being silly this morning getting ready to go see Grandma. He also loves standing and held himself up for the first time this weekend. We were at my Uncle Brandon's and he grabbed on to Landon's exersauser and held himself up. He's pretty buff.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My cousin Josh had his baby girl this past weekend. Her name is Penelope and she was 7lbs. She looked so incredibly tiny to me. And so newborn. To hear her little sleep sounds reminded me of little Ole. I can't believe how fast the time goes by and that I didn't remember those little sounds he used to make already. I can't believe in 8 months he will be a year old and probably walking on his own. They grow up too fast. I want him to be my crazy, snuggle baby forever! Watching him grow so fast has really helped me to be more present with him. He changes so much in just one week. I don't want to miss anything.</span></div>
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<br />Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-34518541038407017562014-01-14T14:05:00.001-08:002014-01-14T14:05:19.889-08:004 months is my fave.<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ole could stay 4 months forever and I would not be disappointed. The age he is right now is my absolute favorite so far. I realized there hasn't been many months before this one but he is hilarious. He is the sweetest little thing and just so funny. Last night after we picked him up from Grandma's he was so sleepy. When he gets really sleepy he gets silly. Every time Cuba's ears would perk up he would laugh so hard at her. It was contagious. I couldn't stop laughing because of him laughing and finding her so funny. It made Cuba pretty happy too. She is finally realizing that when Ole is trying to touch her it's ok. It really freaked her out the first couple of weeks. She's starting to get a kick out of how much he loves her. That kid can be in the worst mood but when he sees his doggy he immediately smiles. It's pretty sweet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He's also developing numerous allergies... which is hard for this breastfeeding mama. He's allergic to dairy and also my beloved coffee. I'm not sure what else there is but I am currently on the Dr. Sear's elimination diet. Right now all I am eating is rice, turkey, pears, zucchini and potatoes. Pretty soon I'll start adding 1 food back every 4 days and hopefully figure the rest of his allergies out. But for now it's rough! I miss cheese! So much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He also has sensitive skin and we cannot use baby wipes on his bum. So we are making our own wipes. This really grosses out Joe but it doesn't bother me in the least! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I hope he grows out of all his sensitivities for his sake, but if he doesn't that's ok too. That's just the way God made him!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I forgot my phone at home today so I'm bummed I don't have any pictures to add.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Another thing I'm loving is how he likes to feel mine and Joe's faces. It's like he just loves us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I never knew that I could love someone so much and care so much about their well being. It's very humbling and makes every day so special. I love my little Olzy boy. </span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-76394908650659596742014-01-06T16:49:00.000-08:002014-01-06T16:49:53.883-08:004 month old big kid<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">My little boy is now 4 months old. I love him more every day. He gets funner every day and becomes more his own little kid every day. I love waking up to see what he'll get in to. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He wants to eat our food so bad. He loves watching us eat and smiles and laughs while we eat and tries to grab our food. I can't wait to give him solids! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He throws little temper tantrums. I think he does it because I laugh. He wants to be naked all the time and when I put his clothes on him he yells and fake cries. I laugh and then he does it more. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I really feel like this boy completed me. I feel like he completed Joe too. I feel like when I found Joe he completed half of me and when Ole was born he completed the other half and now I'm whole. I know things won't always be easy but I truly believe these two have been meant to be my family for eternity. I love them with everything in me. I feel like with those two by my side I can do anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I just realized I didn't say Ole had his first Christmas! Here we are with Joe's little brother. Uncle Towner. Ole had fun at home.. but he got extremely overwhelmed at Joe's family. He's a shy little dude and it was a lot of people for him. We had to take him in to the other room to calm down and nurse. Poor little dude.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Here is Ole trying to put his feet in his mouth... Joe showed him how to do this and now he constantly wants to. And he can't do it every time. And he's a little perfectionist. So if he can't do it he gets very upset. I say probably 10 times a day " I wish your Dad wouldn't have showed you that!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ole waiting patiently in the waiting room at his doctors. He had started throwing up more and more.. I guess technically it's "spitting up" but it was more then an oz at a time. He wasn't acting like he was in pain but it was freaking me out. We finally figured out that dairy is the culprit. Poor littles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">My happy boy. This picture gives me butterflies and makes me want to cry because he is just so beautiful. He loves his new toy that Daddy put together. Also, for the record this was originally 40 dollars that I got for $17 on black friday. What a steal. It's awesome to be able to put him in this and get some stuff done! He likes being able to grab Cuba when she walks by. She doesn't like this. It totally freaks her out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ole on New Years Eve with my mini sparkling cider. This marked 1 year of me being sober and 1 year cigarette free. I'm pretty proud of myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I love this picture of my beautiful little boy. Joe bought him this towel when I was pregnant and it has sentimental value to me. Also I just can't resist a freshly clean baby bundled in a towel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> I love dressing this kid. We got this onesie when I was pregnant and have been waiting and waiting for him to be big enough to wear it. Wutang baby! By the way this is 12 month size.. big kid.</span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478160852082156546.post-18903355978115813362013-12-24T10:57:00.001-08:002013-12-24T10:57:08.818-08:00I got Christmas Tagged!<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I have been tagged by my friend <a href="http://www.nuggetonabudget.com/" target="_blank">Kera</a> for the "Annual Christmas Tag" hosted by Lanaya from the blog <a href="http://raising-reagan.com/" target="_blank">Raising Reagan</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It is a getting to know you, Christmas style, post. I'm excited to participate! Thanks for tagging me Kera!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">1- What do you love most about Christmas time?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I love the overall feeling of Christmas time. It feels so cozy and loving and all about family. I love getting to see my family and decorating the tree. Especially now that I have Olz. Last year Joe and I started our family tradition of getting a new ornament for the tree each year. This year being one that we had made from Megan at Ornaments for Adoption. It says "first we had each other, then we had you, now we have everything" and a little picture of our family. And Olz was conceived on Christmas so now that's extra special! TMI! Sorry!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">2- Do you celebrate the holiday in style or is bah-humbug for you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Hm.. Probably somewhere in between.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">3- <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Are you leaving anything out for Santa Claus this year so he remembers to leave your presents?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Not this year. Next year.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">4- </span></span><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">What
is the one gift you are most looking forward to GIVING? {It can be to
your kids, another family member, etc ~ remember to be discreet if they
read your blog!}</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">The 365 day rip away calendars we made for my parents and Joe's Grandparents. I think they are going to love them. We already gave Joe's mom hers.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">5-<b> </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">What is your all-time favorite Christmas movie?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Charlie Brown Christmas! I absolutely love it and love the soundtrack! It's one of the few good memories of my biological mom that I have.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">6- What is your all-time favorite Christmas song?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Blue Christmas when Elvis sings it. It was my Gramma's favorite and it reminds me of her. It kind of makes me sad now because Christmas is blue without her!! But I love it so much.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">7- </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">If
given the opportunity would you participate in an "Ugly Sweater" party
and what sweater would you wear? Peruse one on the internet or even in
your own closet and show us!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I would! And I'm not looking at pictures right now! LOL</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">8- </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Have you started any Christmas traditions this year that you plan on carrying forward?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">So far just decorating the tree as a family and getting a new special ornament each year.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">9- It's Christmas morning, what does it look like outside where you live?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Wet. Not snowy. Just wet and dreary.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">10-<b> </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">You just found yourself standing under the mistletoe...who comes up to give you a kiss first?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Joe, I hope!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">My Tag-ees:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">-Andrea and -Ivy! </span></span>Bayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02995806237205087151noreply@blogger.com0