tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75646463424054512362024-03-12T20:49:35.723-07:00The Blacker BeatUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-76625942790584741882013-11-24T21:21:00.000-08:002013-11-24T21:21:13.371-08:00MemoriesThis is a list of all of the things I've written down so I can remember them over the last year:<br />
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2012<br />
- One of Zac and Katie's first time wrestling was during General Conference April 2012. Zac was laying on his tummy on the ground coloring and Kate hopped onto his back and started bouncing up and down. He giggled so she did it more. Then she started pulling his hair so that it pulled his head up and back. Guess what. He loved it. They did that for about 10 minutes and then they wrestled in a more grappling style for about 1 minute before someone got hurt and it was over. <br />
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December 2012 -- June 2013<br />
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-Zac called all meat chicken until he was about 3. I did this too as a kid.<br />
- Katie and Zac play incredibly well together. They interact so well.<br />
-Katie had thrush again around 17 months. Because she'd been hospitalized with this as a baby we knew the signs and caught it quickly and took care of it right away.<br />
- We had eaten all of the strawberries in our house and Zac wanted some more. We were sitting down for lunch and I told him we didn't have any. He said, "We go to store." I tried to put him off by saying we didn't have money to go buy more right now. He contemplated this and replied, "We goon walk. Find money. Go buy Strawberries." He was convinced we got money by finding it in the parking lot.<br />
-Zac wanted to take Rachel, his aunt, to the store and told me he needed a driver's license to be able to drive her to the store :)<br />
- Katie woke up in the middle of the night crying about shoes and being able to wear them in bed. Nathan told her she could wear shoes in the morning and she went right back to sleep.<br />
- Zac says everything is silly. A year later he's still doing this but now it's accompanied by a fake laugh.<br />
-I felt our little baby girl, known as Alice, kicking an moving around in my tummy so much sooner than I did with our other kids. Probably had something to do with the fact that I knew what it felt like and was searching for it.<br />
- I am extremely incapacitated while pregnant. With Alice I was physically ill until 24-26 weeks along. I didn't make dinner for 3 months for about 2 months after that I only made dinner about 2 times a week. Mentally I was worse off than in any of our other pregnancies and that's saying something. I remember after I started feeling better physically I was so excited to move but then got bogged down by depression. I really don't start getting back into life until after I have the baby.<br />
- Zac and Katie would fight over whose mommy and daddy we were. When they'd wake up in the morning I would frequently hear, "My daddy. No, my daddy. My daddy!" Screaming. "My mommy. No, my mommy. No, My mommy!" This would often resolve with Zac saying, "My daddy."<br />
and Katie saying, "My mommy."<br />
-I was changing Zac's diaper once and asked him what he was thinking about. He replied, " Ummm, tractors." I thought that was the cutest thing.<br />
-Before we moved away from New Mexico was really hard for Nathan's mom. She knew she was going to miss her grand babies sooooo much. She was babysitting them for us one time and started to cry. I assume because she was going to miss doing that. and Zac immediately was concerned for here and telling her, "Grandma, it okay. Be happy, Grandma." Then Zac said he was lonely (maybe he was reflecting what he thought she felt). Katie was almost asleep and sat up saying, "I I I I I lonely." She just wanted some of the love Grandma was giving to Zac. :)<br />
-Whenever someone cries Zac immediately gives them hugs and says, "Don't cry. it okay. be happy". He has done this for Years!<br />
-Before and After we had Alice, I tried to take the kids on dates to help them still feel loved. They loved going on dates and would talk about it all the time. Zac still talks about it.<br />
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July 2013 - 2013<br />
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-Zac kept hearing about how we were going to move and he started saying he just wanted to move and kept talking about going to Grammy's house after we went to Hawaii. He was more excited for those things than Hawaii.<br />
- We were visiting my parents and Zac was sleeping a storage room below the kitchen by himself. He got so freaked out by the sound of people walking above him, told us it was monsters and kept asking, "What dat?" in a very alarmed tone.<br />
-My kids call my dad Mr. Man. Zac took to calling my dad My Man for a while :)<br />
-We went on a fabulous Blacker family vacation to Hawaii in July. We rented sedans, 4 door cars, and it's pretty difficult to fit 3 car seats in the back of one of those things. So, Katie or Zac would ride with Grandpa and Grandma because they didn't fit in the car with us. When Zac was riding with us he would ask, "Where Katie?" all the time! He missed her and was worried about her. So cute :)<br />
-Zac growled at everything for a very long time. We would chase birds and he would growl at them. He growled at bugs, at people etc. He still growls sometimes and it scares little Alice so much. She starts sobbing every time. Luckily, he's a tender-hearted boy and scaring Alice is helping him learn that growling is not appropriate.<br />
- In Hawaii, Uncle Russ rode in our car. Zac LOVES Russ. Zac only wanted to talk to Russell, not mommy and daddy. He would frequently, incessantly ask, "Where it is, Russell?" or "What it is, Russell?" Zac is such a man's man. He loves men and boys.<br />
-In Hawaii the kids were so scared of the ocean. I think the noise of the surf and the vastness were the scary factors, besides the unknown. After a couple days Grandma and Grandpa were able to coax them into the water. By the end of our vacation they loved the water.<br />
-Katie agreed with everything and said yes to everything. Once, Grandpa asked her if she agreed about some law of physics theory and she emphatically nodded her head and stated, "Yes."<br />
-Alice has been our happiest, most smiley child. At 2-3 months she just smiled if you talked to her every time. If I sang to her she would break out in a grin every time.<br />
-We moved to Washington State at the end of July and it confused Zac and Katie so much. They always wanted to see Grandma and Grandpa and for a couple months wanted to drive to their house all of the time. Zac also asked for his best friend, Folken, from ABQ all the time. Poor kids adjust to change about as well as I do.<br />
- About a week after we came back from Hawaii we were driving and Katie had a baby doll and we hear this song over and over again, "Swimming swimming swimming, fall down. Swimming swimming swimming, fall down." This was complete with actions from the baby doll.<br />
- My sister Abi helped us move up to Washington and stayed to help us set up a bit. While she was here she saw a light shining through the kids' bedroom door. We glanced in and Zac, who had been given a flashlight and a book by Daddy, was giddy with delight turning his pages and reading in his bed at nighttime.<br />
- We put in a sprinkler system when we moved to WA. Katie and Zac loved finding worms, holding them, collecting them and putting them on rocks. And then learning about how they keep the ground healthy and they their homes are in the earth etc. Then they kids put the worms on the patio and the worms were happy cause they had friends - this means they worms were all next to each other. The kids weren't fazed by it at all when their worms dried up and died. We had to teach them the worms really love the dirt.<br />
-We were at a pioneer day picnic with our new ward and there was this little boy, about 13 months old who was toddling around. He stayed still by the pavilion for a while and Zac could not get enough of him. Zac kept hugging and kissing him on the top of his head, bending down and talking to him tenderly and just doting on him. It was so cute and hilarious.<br />
- Nathan convinced me it was time to ween Katie from her binky. She always whined and cried for it and nothing could entice her to stop. So, we scissored a gash threw the tip of it and told her it was broken when it was time for her nap. We covered the trash with paper towels so that if she wanted to grab it out again she could and we had her throw it away. I will never forget the look on her face as she turned away. She had just lost her dearest, closest friend and was completely heartbroken. As she turned from her "Meme" her mouth was open in a silent sob and her eyes were full of tears. I comforted her and was almost as devastated as she was. Nathan prayed with her before nap time that Binky would be safe in Heaven. After nap time she told me about how she had prayed to Heavenly Father and that he was going to make it better. How she wanted to pry more to fix it and how she wanted to put a band aid on it. She was convinced that "Father" would fix it in answer to her prayers and that she would get Binky back. I cannot imagine how I'll handle it the first time a boy breaks her heart. Losing her binky was so hard for both of us, her because she wanted to use it and me watching her be so sad.<br />
-We tried potty training our kids when we first got up here. It never worked for Zac, Katie had 2-3 days accident free and then noticed that her brother wasn't going on the potty and decided she wasn't going to either. Gaa! A couple of times, Katie would stand stalk still and cry, "Peeee!" She would run to the potty. Sometimes when she ran she would slip on her pee and fall. So cute and funny but pitiful too.<br />
- Zac recognizes animal homes. We saw a spider web and Zac said, "Mommy, a home!"<br />
-Katie cries during any movie. Her big eyes just well up with tears because she feels for the characters in the movie so much. <br />
-Zac told me about 3 weeks ago that he would go pee on the potty if he got to go to the zoo. I took that condition and now both of Zac and Kate are potty trained! I had jogged down a note that one of my favorite potty training moments was Zac pooping on the potty for the first time but now I don't remember it. Also, Zac and Katie both want privacy now when the use the bathroom.<br />
-Kate loves to take care of Alice. Both Zac and Katie love their little sister so much. Zac liked to squish her face between her hands like a fishy and they both laugh hysterically when that happens.<br />
-For a while, I was putting a bin of toys in the kids' room so that when they woke up they would play with that and give me a little more sleepy time. One night I forgot to do that and Zac woke up asking, "Where my box, Mommy?"<br />
-They had chocolate milk with their lunch one time and they poured it all over their food and the walls and the floor. I made them both nap and then help me clean up after nap time. After 5 minutes of cleaning, Zac said, "This hard!" I told him it was and that he needed to do it because he made the mess. It took we 3 45 minutes to clean everything up but we did it! And they haven't purposefully spilled their drinks since!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-33048805310425733282013-05-19T09:03:00.000-07:002013-05-19T09:54:44.975-07:00First week as a family of 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nathan said that Alice didn't like the bright lights so he made her a canopy.</div>
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Grammy brought a treasure bag for the kids and us.</div>
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Katie wanted to wear her sandals to bed. She cried about it.</div>
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Nathan's quilt that Diko loves to cuddle with.</div>
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The dress my mom, Grammy, made for Kate.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-19920864237894976822013-05-18T18:09:00.002-07:002013-05-18T18:09:39.155-07:00Blacker Baby #3Alice Emily Blacker was born on May 8th, 2013. I had lots of contractions between weeks 35-38 and then week 38-39 was one of the best weeks of my pregnancy. Isn't that crazy? At 38 weeks I was dilated to a 4 and 70% effaced. I had them swipe my membranes but it didn't speed up the process. At 39 weeks, I was still dilated to a 4 and 70% effaced though I was more "ripe" so to speak. Nathan and I felt like I was just going to be pregnant indefinitely. I was pretty at ease, which was nice. Tangent: So, I wanted to have her on the 7th because then her birthday would be made up of prime numbers: 5/7/13. I was sad that didn't happen so then I wanted her to be born on 5/8/13 because 5+8=13 :) When I told Nathan's family these things they looked at me a bit incredulously, but, hey, I grew up in a family of math people so sometimes I think like that. Anyway, we put the kids to bed on the night of the 8th and we showered around 8 PM. I started feeling like I was Braxton Hicksing while showering and just wrote it off because I'd been having much more intense contractions in the previous weeks. I blow dried my hair and then went out to the living room, where Nathan was working on his quilt, to straighten my hair. My contractions got stronger and I started complaining to Nathan about how I hated having all of these contractions that weren't really labor and how stupid it was to be in pain for nothing. The contractions weren't consistent in length or distance apart. After I was done with my hair I told Nathan I needed to get in the bath to ease my discomfort. He followed me into the bathroom to see if I needed anything. That's when I started having serious labor - like crying in pain during contractions. I didn't believe it was labor and Nathan was really concerned that it was real. He asked me if we should be timing the contractions and I told him that they weren't real, that they weren't consistent or long enough; I was convinced they were only 20-30 seconds long. But I conceded that he could time them if it made him happy. So, he timed the next contraction and it was a minute long. When he told me that, I realized that I might actually be in true labor and told him to call his family right away; his parents and brother and his wife were going to come the birth and Shantae, his little sister, was going to watch Zac and Kate. We timed the contractions and I was having them 1-5 minutes apart and they lasted anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute and a half. I kept saying that I didn't care if it was real labor or not, I just wanted it to stop and I wanted an epidural and hopefully, when the contractions stopped, we would already be at the hospital and they would just break my water for me. Then the contractions got harder and faster. I was getting worried that I was gonna have the baby at home and I really wanted an epidural. It took a while to get out to the car because of the contractions. I had three long, strong contractions in rapid succession in the car and when they were done, I realized that we had left our house with our children in it and Shantae wasn't there yet. I tried to not freak out and Nathan assured me Shantae was minutes away. The thing that helped me stay sane on the way to the hospital was that I believed I'd be able to get there in time to get an epidural. Time: 10:15 PM. Nathan dropped me off at the front doors of the hospital and I waddled through the first set of doors only to have a contraction right by the wheel chairs. I waddled through the second doors and a nurse saw me and made me sit in a wheel chair, luckily Nathan came running in right then and started wheeling me to triage. Apparently, people exiting the hospital congratulated Nathan as he ran into the hospital. It humored us. So, we went up to triage and I was dilated to 6 and the baby was low enough to start pushing, I just wasn't dilated enough. Time: 10:30 PM. I begged the nurse to hurry so that I could get an epidural. I couldn't remember my midwife's name and they had to get an IV in me so that they could give me an epidural. Then I started to feel like I had to bear down. I was not thrilled. I told them and they got me into a delivery room only to tell me that I was at an 8. Time: 10:45 PM. I asked, "I'm not gonna get to have an epidural, will I?" The nurses, there were 3 of them, and Nathan all looked at each other and no one would answer me. I was so disappointed. Luckily, I was very mentally with it. I started to feel like I had to push again and told them. They were frantically trying to get a doctor to come deliver the baby. She got there and I tried pushing and then they said I was only at 9 1/2 cm and needed to not push with the next contraction. So, I didn't. I was laying on my side and asked to push on my side. I had asked for a bar so that I could squat but didn't end up moving because I started pushing instead. Anyway, I pushed about 5 times, just a couple of contractions, and our baby came out! Time 11:09 PM. With the last push I had instinctively straightened my legs, I guess that happens sometimes, and kicked the doctor in the face and then glanced off of her shoulder. She was pushed back about 5 feet but luckily, shook it off quickly and jumped right back in time to catch the baby. 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The kids love her. Zac doted on her the minute he saw her. He pointed to her nose and said, "Her tiny nose" then pointed to his and said, "Big nose" and pointed to Nathan's nose and said, "Big nose." It was cute. Kate liked the baby but didn't really understand what was going on. <br />
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Being at home, the kids LOVE Alice and Katie tries to share everything with her and pick her up, which is not so cool.<br />
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Zac turned 3 today. Nathan took Zac on a Daddy Date. When they got back before his birthdaydinner Zac started to take advantage of it being his birthday. He started asking for Nathan's phone saying, "Happy Birthday, Daddy phone. Birthday phone. Daddy phone, please." Katie had a bit of a hard time that Zac was getting everything he wanted(read- presents) and she didn't; luckily, Zac shared.</div>
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Zac got to pick one present to open during his birthday breakfast. He chose his present from Grammy and Mr. Man. Zac wouldn't leave his present even during nap time.</div>
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Zac requested spaghetti for his birthday dinner. He and Katie scarfed it per usual.</div>
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Opening presents. He said, "Wow" a lot.</div>
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This is when he shared his cars and hats with Katie. </div>
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I asked Nathan's mom to help me make Zac's birthday cake. I learned a lot and she did most of the cake. He adored it.</div>
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Opening a birthday card from Great Grandma and Grandpa Crockett.</div>
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Playing in the play ground at the zoo. It was kind of hard for me to let Zac be this independent and climb so high and far out of reach.</div>
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Biggest news. We're moving to Washington for Nathan to go to medical school! We're super excited and grateful that Nathan is able to fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming a doctor. It is going to be an adventure and we are looking forward to it.<br />
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Bryan, Nathan's brother, was out of town and his wife, Aubri, was walking inside our apartment complex at the same time we were. We invited her over for dinner and she was kind of debating. Katie grabbed her by the hand and pulled her onto our porch and up to our front door. It's really cute how much my kids love their aunties and uncles. <br />
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We have a chest freezer, which I absolutely adore, it kinda needs to be defrosted but I'm waiting to do it until we move. Reasons being: 1. I want freezer meals when I have my baby 2. We're moving in a of couple months and I don't want to empty it now and not have a place for my freezer meals.</div>
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So, one day I had the freezer open and Zac and Katie were standing on things looking into the freezer/helping me. Zac started to pick at the frost on the sides of the freezer. A bit later he told Daddy how excited he was to be eating snow. </div>
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Katie is very communicative and loves to say words. She can say a lot but sometimes we really don't understand her at all. Whenever we land upon the word she's trying to say and we repeat it she emphatically nods her head yes and repeats the word. It's pretty adorable.</div>
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One Sunday on the way to church Zac told us that he wanted to watch his Mater movie, meaning Cars, and that he was going to ride his bike home to watch said Mater movie and that he'd be right back.</div>
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Nathan went to a medical school interview and got to fly on an airplane. After Nathan walked out the door, Zac insisted that he wanted to go ride on an airplane with Daddy. Later, Zac switched to saying that he wanted to ride on a helicopter. He went so far as to put on his shoes and start to open the front door whilst saying, "Bye mom, I go on helicopter. Be right back."<br />
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Zac knows who his cousin, Cole, is. We went to the store, Kohl's, and Zac was really excited to see Cole. A couple weeks later, we went to visit his cousin for his little sister's baby blessing. Cole gave Zac a tractor and Zac has to have Cole's tractor everyday to play with. He loves his cousin. It's funny cause they still don't play with each other they play around each other but Zac is just a loving little kid.</div>
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We have a car rug. Diko, our dog was insistently sniffing it one time and Zac asked what Diko was doing. I started explaining and Katie immediately squatted down on all fours, stuck her nose to the rug and started sniffing; Zac quickly followed suit. It was entertaining to watch the three of them sniff the carpet together. They did this for a while. <br />
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I took Katie to Macy's with me one day. We walked in right next to the shoe department and Katie went completely wild. She Loves shoes. She kept saying, "Shoe, shoe, shoe, shoe, shoe." Then we passed some clothes and she started freaking out pointing to the different clothes that she liked. She particularly liked a silvery, sparkly shirt. We have a girly girl. <br />
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The other day we were driving in our new van; did I mention we got a van? Well, we did, and I love it soooooooooo much! We got a van cause we are going to have three kids soon. Crazy thought. We will be a family of five! Anyway, it's especially nice to have two cars because Nathan does chart reviews for his work and he has to drive all over to different facilities to do so and, consequently, needs the car lots. It was getting to the point that we would run out of milk, eggs, etc and I was constantly asking Bryan and Aubri to borrow things. It is so nice to have a second car. Love it. Highly recommend it. Turns out that was a tangent.<br />
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The other day we were driving in our new van to visit Cousin Cole who was at Grandma's house and Zac was talking about Daddy going to work and Grandpa going to work. We talked about that for a while and how they earn money. Then we talked about how Grandma works at home right now and how Mommy works at home too. A couple minutes later Zac said this, "Birdy fly in sky. Birdy flying. Birdy go to work." It was said so factually, it was so cute. After giggling to myself, I answered that he was right, that birdy was going to work. It was going to work to find worms to eat.<br />
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Nathan has been teaching Zac to be a gentleman for a while. Zac loves to open the doors for me. A couple months ago Zac became tall enough to unlock the front door. He and Kate escaped a few times and man was that stressful. Not knowing where your kids are and your only clues being open doors is scary. He knows better now.<br />
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Zac has recently become a boy, not a toddler. It is so incredible to witness.<br />
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Katie gets picked on by Zac and Cousin Cole. She really handles it well and is quite resilient most of the time. <br />
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Zac's favorite color is green.<br />
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Katie's favorite color is purple.<br />
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Both children are obsessed with their Papa, Grandpa Blacker. They ask for him ALL of the time at random moments. Today we went to the van to go to church and realized that Nathan had the car seats in the car at the church building; he was at a meeting. We had to turn around and come back inside. The instant I mentioned we had to go back inside, Katie started freaking out crying,"Papa. Papa. Papa." This continued until she was in her car seat 30 minutes later and even then she mentioned Papa a couple times on the way to church. She needed to go to church to see her Papa.<br />
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We had a wonderful Christmas eve and morning. Since you weren't with us, this is what it was like.<br />
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Nathan's done with all of his applications for med school. We're just waiting for interview invitations; he had one a UNM in October.<br />
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I'm 18 weeks along and doing better weekly. I've had debilitating heartburn even while on prescriptions, but it's starting to kind of ease up. I've also been nauseous after the 1st trimester but most days I'm not nauseous anymore. <br />
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Zac is 2 and 1/2 and in 4T shirts. He's obsessed with trains and cars. He talks a lot. Recently, he's started putting "me" at the end of sentences. For example, "Put socks me." or "Lunch me." It is very entertaining. <br />
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Kate is in the 40% for height and 10% for weight and off the charts for development for her age. We think she recently had a lengthening growth spurt and her weight will slowly catch up. She talks a lot and just tries to keep up with her brother and stay girly at the same time.<br />
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My attractive man before his UNM Med school interview.</div>
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This was in January of this year. Man, has our boy changed.</div>
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The real surprise is that I heard a very special something on Friday afternoon. A heartbeat :) It belongs to Baby Blacker #3 :) Congratulations to us! It - I think it's a he - is due May 10th which was Zac's due date. <br />
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We'll have 3 kids under the age of three. Zac and Katie are about a year apart. Katie and the new one will be about 2 years apart. We're progressing.<br />
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My little sister, Abi, sent me a text a couple of weeks ago that stated, "Dude last blog post! June 11!!!!". When I asked her what that meant she said that was the last time I had posted. This is how I'm always reminded to update our family blog :) You should know that I do think about blogging. I have a note app on my phone and have filled to capacity three notes with things I want to share on this blog. So, without further ado, and to appease my sister - though it's been a little while since her text - here are my 'blogging notes'.</div>
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I started doing freezer meals and love it very much.</div>
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Zac started saying, "I funny." while doing silly things about 3 months ago. He still does this and many other funny things like saying, "I a monkey." while terroizing the couch in his room. His language has been exploding recently. He's a chatter box</div>
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He loves doing puzzles and when he was first learning to do them I had to help him. I would say, "not quite" when he had the right piece close to the right area but couldn't quite get it. Once he started to do the puzzles more independently, I noticed that if he hadn't gotten the piece in the right place or needed to turn it around he would say, "Not quite." So cute and funny.</div>
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Zac took about 3 or 4 months to say thank you. When we first started teaching him to say thank you, he was about 13 months. He picked it up right away and said thank you without prompting for a half and week and then he stopped. He would throw tantrums when we tried to get him to say thank you. It was horrible. More than a year from that point, he really started to understand manners. Humorously, instead of saying thank you, he would say, "You're welcome." whenever we prompted him to say thank you. Then he started doing it without prompting. I'd hand him a snack and he'd spout, "You're welcome." It was so funny and frustrating. Now he generally says thank you but sometimes says you're welcome instead. </div>
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Zac thinks it's funny to hit and kick and bite. Especially when you are changing his diaper.</div>
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If Kate is napping after Zac gets up from his nap, he gets concerned and asks where Katie is.</div>
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Zac sleeps in a pack n play cause he will not stay in his toddler bed. </div>
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He wears footie p.j.s with the feet cut off backwards to bed everynight because if he poops in the night he puts his hands in it. The backwards footie pajamas are the only way we've found that works for him.</div>
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Zac has to have his Grammy blanket put on him every night before he'll go to sleep. This happens at nap time too.</div>
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Nathan was playing with the kids in their bedroom and he laid on the floor with his head on a couch cushion that was off of the couch. Zac sat on top of him and started trying to put Nathan to sleep. He stroked his face and kept saying, "Shhhhh." </div>
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Zac is a very loving little kid. Whenever someone around him is hurt, he comforts them by hugging, stroking their face, giving kisses and saying, "Okay, Okay, Okay." He also does this to Nathan and me as an apology when he gets in trouble. It's hard to stay mad at him when he does this.</div>
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Katie's ability to speak has increased exponentially since Zac has started talking more. She says but is not limited to:</div>
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It's crazy to think that when Zac was 15 months old he would barely say Mom, Dad, Diko and please. She started walking just before she turned one. </div>
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She hoards toys and then forgets about them the next minute. </div>
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She is such a girl! My sister, Hannah, came to visit in July. When we picked her up from the airport, I told her that Katie was such a girl and she gave a look like, yeah right, Lizi. A couple days later and she was telling me that Katie is such a girl.</div>
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Kate screams soooo much. It's taught Zac to scream. They were both aptly punished. Since then, whenever Katie screams, Zac tells her, "No scream, Katie!"</div>
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Our kids nap in different rooms and if Katie wakes up first, she goes to Zac's door and screams and knocks until he wakes up and I get him out. Luckily, she has recently toned this down and just gets really, really excited when we get Zac up.</div>
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Kate is a horrible teether. She teethes for 4-6 weeks on one tooth and then it takes another 2 weeks for it to cute through. And she is grumpy about it the whole time. Once when she was teething and about 14 months olds, she was up in the night and Nathan was rocking her in the rocking chair and she asked for a movie. It was the first time she had ever shown interested in movies. Ever.</div>
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Katie loves to put the lids on the toy bins; or anything else that has a lid that is off.</div>
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She loves sitting in boxes (Like the old Dorff cats, Pounce and Moe).</div>
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Katie is extremely attached to stuffed animal bunny. It has a string thing you can pull and it plays the Rock a Bye Baby music. We were so proud when she learned how to pull the string for herself.</div>
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She eats more than Nathan everyday. She is seriously a bottomless pit. Everyone who is around her for a full day is amazed at her ability and need to eat everything.</div>
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Both of the kids LOVE Skyping with family. They particularly love seeing the dogs that my sisters play with in D.C. My sister's hide the dogs from the camera and then quickly move them into view and out again. Both of my kids exclaim, "Dog!" when this happens and smile really big.</div>
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One of my greatest joys in life is talking to my mom. She is one of my very bestest friends. I love talking about life and problems and joys and points of view. I love that she doesn't always try to solve my problems. She comforts me and listens and says, "Man this stinks." but in a much more mature way. It's nice to have someone sit with you through the hard times, not trying to fix you, just letting you be you. Also, funny thing about 'mature'. I say "ma-chure", my mama says, "ma-tour". Sometime when I was younger she told me that i would only really be ma-tour when I pronounced the word that way, that ma-tour way :) She was only partially joking I'm sure.</div>
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When I'm old I want to be the kind of woman who goes around helping everyone. I want to help out and support moms. I don't think that there is enough recognition about how hard it is to be a stay at home mom and how much support you need from friends and neighbors. When you don't get that support, you build walls to protect yourself and that ends up being very lonely. I realized that if I want to help everyone when I'm old I have to start now. </div>
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Some days I'm quite confident that I'm a good mother and that our kids will turn out well adjusted and normal. Some days I'm sure the only thing they're going to learn is what they watch on TV. </div>
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Have I ever mentioned how much Nathan and I love our bed? We aren't thrilled to go anywhere, even hotels, because we know we won't sleep nearly as well there as we do in our bed. Whenever we're traveling home from a trip, you can be assured that we mention how excited we are to sleep in our bed again several times.</div>
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I really think it's important to be most passionate about my husband and kids. I enjoy being passionate about lots of things and am highly opinionated, but I've learned that I should never be more passionate about a project - even if the finished product is for my kids to play with - than I am about my family.</div>
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I'm a fairly insecure person about who I was when I was younger. Whenever I see people from high school I quickly look away. I realized that I'm worried that they won't know who I am and it would be awkward for me to say hi. I think it's ironic that I'm very secure in who I am now, but being around people from a time period when I wasn't secure reminds me to be insecure again.</div>
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We went to Utah in June. I ran a half marathon and we particiapted in events surrounding on of my roommates weddings and saw most of my old roommates. That was amazing. I love them. </div>
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Maybe I'll blog again soon or maybe it'll keep until one of my family members reminds me to blog. Guess we'll have to wait and see.</div>
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We usually fight each other a bit when it's nap time, so, today was a wonderful, makes everything worth it, moment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-48733018514175275012012-05-30T15:20:00.002-07:002012-05-30T15:24:07.121-07:00Doctor Socks!So, this is actually my first blog post EVER, but Lizi told me that I had to write about a rather fun experience that I had this morning at the bus stop, so here I am. <br />
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I frequently take the bus to work so that I can have some nice quite time to read and relax which has been wonderful. One of the bus stops I wait at on my to work is at Central and Yale. For those of you familiar with Albuquerque, you will know that this particular location is the Mecca of homeless people, druggies and a ton of other rather interesting characters. On this occasion though I was heading to work rather early in the morning and so it was mostly only the normal people. The sun was just peaking over the tops of the shops and I sat down to read my book and enjoy the few minutes until my bus came when the woman a few feet away starts to talk to me. You must know though, that this woman was shorter and rather more plump than normal and very black (not in any kind of racist way, but just so that you understand that she had a very classic black moma voice). Here goes our conversation.<br />
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Lady: Scuse me sir, are you a doctor?<br />
Me: No, I'm sorry. I'm not. (At this point I begin wondering why she would think that I am a doctor and what crazy health concern (because of the part of town of course) she is going to ask me about next.<br />
Lady: I just saw yours shoes and socks and they doctor socks! They look just like doctor socks!<br />
Me: (This is where I start smiling and just laughing a little.) Well, I am applying to medical school.<br />
Lady: Oh, you'll get in (again this is all in a very black mama voice).<br />
Me: (I'm thinking to myself; Why? Because I have doctor shoes and socks?)<br />
Lady: You just look the part already! You'll get in...<br />
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There was a little more after that, but this lady at the bus stop sure made my morning. It was very comforting too, because now I know that all I have to do to get into medical school is wear "doctor socks!"<br />
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Tonight there was a solar eclipse and Nathan and I saw it through a pin hole projector which we made ourselves. It was really exciting to run up the street to quickly view the eclipse. </div>
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Shantae, Nathan's little sister, graduated from high school on Monday. It was super exciting that we got to go. Shantae is going up to BYU this summer and I'm super sad because we are really good friends. I'm excited for her to go to college but, man, will I miss her.</div>
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Shantae kindly came over the other day to help us clean our carpets and couches. We got a nice matching set of couches from our neighbos who moved away (not the Christensens). Best part: they were free! Worst part: they needed cleaned. Also, Diko was sick for a couple of days and threw up on the couches. He also had diarrhea all over our front room many times. So, carpet cleaning was a must. Have I mentioned that Zac loves his "Tay-Tay" - Shantae's nickname cause Zac can't say her full name? </div>
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May 12th was National Train Day and oh, boy, does Zac love his "choo choos". So, we went to the local railrunner station for the celebration. We saw model trains, got train coloring books and explored the train cars. Zac LOVED it. He always wants to play with choo choos.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-2717145849072219682012-04-22T17:21:00.012-07:002012-04-22T20:26:46.590-07:002 months of nothingWe have lives, we really haven't experienced two months of nothing, but it's been that long since I've done a blog post.<br /><br />Nathan didn't get in to UNM Med school this year. So, he's taken some classes this semester to up his GPA, he's continuing to work at his job for the DOH - except now he does chart reviews which is much less monotonous than data entry, and he's researching and applying to 14 med schools. We still hope that we will get into UNM for medical school but will be excited to get in anywhere.<br /><br />I'm continuing to train for my marathon. I've hit a mental block which I didn't anticipate. When I do my long runs, I have to talk myself into them and positive self talk myself into finishing them. It's weird but, I've learned, very normal. The marathon I'm running is on June 9th in Utah and I'm excited that it's only 6ish weeks away! It will be nice to have more time to do other things (I never thought that I would feel this way about running).<br /><br />Our children have recently hit new developmental stages. Today is Nathan and my 3rd year anniversary. We celebrated by "sleeping in" - interpretation: we layed in bed and tried to ignore our non-sleeping children in their bedroom. Zac celebrated by realizing he can open their bedroom door, came in to our room and threw/gave my cell phone to me. Also, we actually celebrated yesterday and it was fabulous to be alone for several<span style="font-size:130%;"> hours</span>!<br /><br />Zac continues to be a very loving and caring child. A couple of stories:<br /><ul><li>When we were running earlier this week, he put his hand on Katie's back and patted her and rubbed her back and then just left his arm around her.<br /></li><li>A couple of weeks ago, I took the kids to the zoo and then we picked up Nathan from work. Once we were home and I was making dinner, Zac ran into the kitchen and squeezed my legs tightly as if to say, "Thanks for a great day, Mom. I love you". Moments like those are always so rewarding, especially because most of the time I feel a bit emotionally ignored by my kids cause it's normal that I'm always with them. </li><li>Two weeks ago, Zac woke up from his nap and Kate wasn't up yet. Naturally, Zac and I played build garages for the toy cars with the blocks. It's his favorite game. We got to play this game for 30-40 minutes. During the latter portion of our building and tearing down and building again, Zac would stop every minute to throw his arms around my neck to hug and kiss me. He did this so many times and it was so wonderful to feel his love and appreciation.<br /></li><li>This isn't a story about Zac's love for people, but rather, for food. Whenever Zac really enjoys a food, he puts it in his mouth and then with chipmunk cheeks, starts emphatically nodding his head up and down and his eyes get really wide and crazy. He proceeds with this until he swallows and then does it again with the next bite.</li></ul><p>Katie has taken a couple of hands free steps. I honestly wish she'd wait a bit longer to walk because then I won't have to chase her and Zac. Kate is tiny and petite. At her 9 month appointment - which was a month ago - she was in the 3rd percentile for weight, 17th percentile for height, and 77percentile for head size :) ! My family had lost of comments to make about her head size and living up to the family intelligence. </p><p>Anyway, now that I've blogged again, I don't think I'll be away for quite so long again. And now, I'll leave you with some pictures.</p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC6Vl6WW_2Q/T5S0qIehTwI/AAAAAAAABEg/wIyavftDdpM/s1600/IMG_9232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC6Vl6WW_2Q/T5S0qIehTwI/AAAAAAAABEg/wIyavftDdpM/s320/IMG_9232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734406861472485122" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI-PIr5jnHM/T5S0qSWLAaI/AAAAAAAABEo/WkofaYWfLWc/s1600/IMG_9255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI-PIr5jnHM/T5S0qSWLAaI/AAAAAAAABEo/WkofaYWfLWc/s320/IMG_9255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734406864121823650" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI-PIr5jnHM/T5S0qSWLAaI/AAAAAAAABEo/WkofaYWfLWc/s1600/IMG_9255.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I had gone to put the laundry in and Zac and Kate were hungry. Hence, Zac provided.</span><br /></a></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3clUlmldEmY/T5S0rh3FmxI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Llws7iDCpac/s1600/IMG_9293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3clUlmldEmY/T5S0rh3FmxI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Llws7iDCpac/s320/IMG_9293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734406885466282770" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RI-PIr5jnHM/T5S0qSWLAaI/AAAAAAAABEo/WkofaYWfLWc/s1600/IMG_9255.JPG"></a></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2jIn8OleU/T5S0rHGcx7I/AAAAAAAABFE/B7AA87nqbrI/s1600/IMG_9290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2jIn8OleU/T5S0rHGcx7I/AAAAAAAABFE/B7AA87nqbrI/s320/IMG_9290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734406878282958770" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">This is kind of the crazy face mentioned above.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2jIn8OleU/T5S0rHGcx7I/AAAAAAAABFE/B7AA87nqbrI/s1600/IMG_9290.JPG"></a></p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bv0w2DPyl5k/T5S0q3rHdFI/AAAAAAAABE4/mBzCpK0eRvs/s1600/IMG_9273.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1v8Wz38idYU/T5TGxaOF_2I/AAAAAAAABGw/sYtEBC4Q1Yg/s320/IMG_9739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734426777703808866" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNR8Jf62Xak/T5TGw54oTHI/AAAAAAAABGk/fcOYrYB7jQ0/s1600/IMG_9738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNR8Jf62Xak/T5TGw54oTHI/AAAAAAAABGk/fcOYrYB7jQ0/s320/IMG_9738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734426769023847538" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oexdYIWnFhI/T5TGwpbXJGI/AAAAAAAABGY/Rs7gxle6wIk/s1600/IMG_9735.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oexdYIWnFhI/T5TGwpbXJGI/AAAAAAAABGY/Rs7gxle6wIk/s320/IMG_9735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734426764606121058" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F6jNWrnSiw/T5TGxxXB-7I/AAAAAAAABG4/GGhF8wmL00U/s1600/IMG_9762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F6jNWrnSiw/T5TGxxXB-7I/AAAAAAAABG4/GGhF8wmL00U/s320/IMG_9762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734426783915310002" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vM2jIn8OleU/T5S0rHGcx7I/AAAAAAAABFE/B7AA87nqbrI/s1600/IMG_9290.JPG"></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-15476885648197153352012-02-28T17:23:00.003-08:002012-02-28T17:59:52.772-08:00I'm back :)So, a couple of weeks ago, Zac and Katie were in the tub. I had put the kids in the bath because Kate was really grumpy and baths make both of them very happy. So, about 3 minutes after I had put them in, Kate was happy still and was kneeling at the edge of the tub with her arms outstretched toward me. I went toward her to pick her up and as I leaned down, she started pooping. I scooped her up and laid her on her towel and told Zac not to touch the poop, poop is yucky, eewww. I cleaned out the tub and bathed the kids and because Zac was so upset that he had a 3 minute bath, I told them the could get back in. So, after cleaning the tub and kids I put them back in the tub and started cleaning all of their toys that had been in the poopy bath water. I finished turned around and there's Zac standing up, legs spread, pooping. Unfortunately, Kate does not yet understand that poop is yucky. All she saw was floaty things - which she could eat. Yes, she got a little in her mouth. Yes, it was disgusting. Round 2 of cleaning the kids and the bath. Then I washed the kids again just to make sure they were clean. This poop clean expedition lasted an hour. Oh. My. Goodness. I was glad when it was over.<br /><br />Zac is such a loving little boy. He sees babies and wants to hug them and kiss them. It is simply adorable. He loves hugging all of his friends whenever he sees them, and constantly hugs Katie, which leads to him laying on top of her on the ground. Whenever he hurts someone he immediately apologizes by giving them a big fat open mouth kiss and hugging them. So sweet. Also, whenever his kisses he makes this kind of a sound - mmmmmmmmmmmuaaaaa. We are so happy he's so caring.<br /><br />Our little man loves all things boy and necklaces. He recently has decided that Katie's nap time is our time to play. If I don't immediately sit down to play with him, he finds me and whines, "ay, ay, ay." (Ay means play). The only thing he wants to play is building blocks into garages for his cars. Monotonous, yes. Hilarious, yes. He also loves to play dress up. He likes to help Katie dress up by putting hats on her. Most recently, he's started to make her laugh and when he notices that she's laughing at him, he tries harder to make her laugh. It's just so cute.<br /><br />Katie started crawling 3 weeks ago and a week and half after she started crawling, she started pulling herself up to a standing position. Two days after that, she started letting go after pulling herself up. She's starting to cruise now. Baby proofing with two different age groups is interesting. Before Kate became enthralled with Zac, she was enthralled with Diko. She wants to play with both of them and is trying to do everything we do. She only wants what we're eating and generally wants to feed herself - at 8 months old with zero teeth this is difficult sometimes. This also means very little baby food. Mostly, she eats our food mashed up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-42404677881439414802012-02-21T10:11:00.001-08:002012-02-21T10:11:22.110-08:00$25 Give away!Hey, everyone, my etsy shop is doing another <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >giveaway</span>! This one is over at myyellowsandbox; link below. Abby runs this super cute blog and has the best ever hair e-book! I use my copy of it all of the time. Anyway, Abby is hosting a giveaway for us. The winner gets $25 in store credit! That means you can get several things you like and don't have to spend any mullah! Yeah, for giveaways - enjoy!<br /><br />http://myyellowsandbox.blogspot.com/2012/02/samzis-boutique-and-spornette-brush.htmlUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-42170766016320048982012-02-09T19:00:00.001-08:002012-02-09T19:01:38.091-08:00Happy Bow Love! My new favorite phrase.<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}">So, I mentioned and friend, Sam, and I opened an Etsy shop. Well, we're doing a giveaway! go enter - the more things you do the better chance you have of winning. <span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">Yaayyy!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://beckaboocrafts.blogspot.com/2012/02/samzis-boutique-bow-giveaway.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow nofollow"><span>http://</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>beckaboocrafts.blogspot.com/</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>2012/02/</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span><span>samzis-boutique-bow-giveaway.ht</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>ml</a></span></h6><a class="external UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" href="http://beckaboocrafts.blogspot.com/2012/02/samzis-boutique-bow-giveaway.html" rel="nofollow" title="" target="_blank" ft="{"type":41}"><img class="img" src="https://s-external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=AQCrBA9t-xxDGNPP&w=90&h=90&url=http%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-do1OGMG5K4E%2FTzQiL4moszI%2FAAAAAAAAEYE%2F6u9baV8yJ0g%2Fs72-c%2FKristi%2BBow%2Bwith%2Bcut%2Bends%2Bby%2BSam%2B%282%29.jpg" alt="" /></a><div class="uiAttachmentTitle" ft="{"type":11}"><strong><a href="http://beckaboocrafts.blogspot.com/2012/02/samzis-boutique-bow-giveaway.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">beck-a-boo: Samzi's Boutique Bow Giveaway</a></strong> </div><span class="caption">beckaboocrafts.blogspot.com</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-50592768837290637442012-01-29T21:19:00.001-08:002012-01-29T22:00:36.682-08:00Oh, we've got catching up to doDear everyone, it's been too long. To sum up:<br /><br />-I'm opening an Etsy shop with a friend! We have a <a href="http://samziboutique.blogspot.com/">blog</a> and the shop opens on February 1st. Check it out :)<br />-Nathan's doing his last semester of undergrad (only 9 credits)<br />-he's only working 30 hours a week<br />-the above two things = we see him more :)<br />-Zac talks and has hit the tantrum/terrible two stage<br />-Katie babbles, crawls, sits up by herself and tries to do everything Zac does, including walking and standing and eating things she shouldn't<br />-Zac loves Kate soooooo much<br />-Zac likes to sit on Kate<br />-Katie's a mama's girl. For instance, if she's happy and having fun with someone else and I walk into the room, she starts crying until I pick her up, and then she's happy again<br />-We all have been sick with some cold that exhausts all of us. We had our first <span style="font-style: italic;">the kids "watch" a movie while mom sleeps on the ground or couch</span> earlier this week and that resulted in Zac jumping on me and Katie crawling to me crying. In other words, it did not work.<br />-to stimulate my intellectual side I'm continuing to learn languages/picking it up again.<br />-I'm going to try to run a marathon this summer (I've started training four times before and was stopped by mono, a concussion and bronchitis, having a baby and having another baby).<br />-Diko is a good dog :)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j8jXG3xHAU/TyYusLqTUoI/AAAAAAAABNI/v620NQnS9xU/s1600/IMG_8725.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j8jXG3xHAU/TyYusLqTUoI/AAAAAAAABNI/v620NQnS9xU/s320/IMG_8725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703297314690650754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cX-C5DcWHmM/TyYurlaAbuI/AAAAAAAABM8/iau6TDwMsY4/s1600/IMG_8712.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cX-C5DcWHmM/TyYurlaAbuI/AAAAAAAABM8/iau6TDwMsY4/s320/IMG_8712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703297304421756642" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiW4RJbxFRU/TyYurL4fBiI/AAAAAAAABMw/0gqD64Uks2Q/s1600/IMG_8602.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiW4RJbxFRU/TyYurL4fBiI/AAAAAAAABMw/0gqD64Uks2Q/s320/IMG_8602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703297297570268706" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ04NcxI6pc/TyYuqxm2TMI/AAAAAAAABMk/-kJ-1H8v4u0/s1600/IMG_8498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ04NcxI6pc/TyYuqxm2TMI/AAAAAAAABMk/-kJ-1H8v4u0/s320/IMG_8498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703297290516974786" border="0" /></a>Zac colored this onesie for Katie.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--838vWCEbSo/TyYusaiv2XI/AAAAAAAABNU/C2VSeiWwQ9Q/s1600/IMG_8770.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--838vWCEbSo/TyYusaiv2XI/AAAAAAAABNU/C2VSeiWwQ9Q/s320/IMG_8770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703297318685497714" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-57619833698408373812011-10-17T13:36:00.000-07:002011-10-17T14:23:15.477-07:00My kids are normalSo, we've started giving Zac and Kate baths together sometimes. Kate has a whale bathtub that we put inside of the regular tub (in which Zac bathes) and we fill them both up with water. About a week ago I gave the kids a bath this way in the middle of the day. When bath time was over I emptied the big tub but not Kate's tub. Zac was standing up next to Katie's tub and started peeing on her. I laughed a lot. Zac's reaction was, "Oh, there's water coming out of there!". Kate's reaction was pretty non-existent.<br /><br />We've all been sick this last week. Zac had croup and the rest of us have had some kind of cold thing. When babies have colds they swallow their mucous because they can't blow their noses. Kate's been doing this for a couple of days and the bowel movements from our little lady have exploded. Saturday I was burping her after nursing and She pooped. It went up the back of her diaper and shot out all over me and the rocking chair. I laughed a lot at this incident too.<br /><br />Life is good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-15725074383222619542011-09-23T09:20:00.000-07:002011-09-23T10:39:47.502-07:00Oh, Boy!<div style="text-align: center;">So, it's been a long time - with justification. Nathan started working 40 hours a week instead of 30 about 6 weeks ago (while going to school full time and having kids and me and Med school stuff to take care of). My Pap-pap (Grandpa) died 5 weeks ago and we went up to Utah for the funeral. Then both of my kids got Thrush (see previous post) and Kate didn't nap or sleep or eat. Then we came home and Nathan started his last semester of undergrad ever :) :) :) :) :). then Nathan's family had a family reunion. Then Nathan had his medical school interview at UNM. Then I had surgery to remove a ganglion cyst in my left wrist. Then Katie had her baby blessing and my family came down for that. Then just when we thought the month of going, going, going was done, Katie was hospitalized because her Thrush had gotten so bad that she had again stopped eating and sleeping. Zac was taken to different people to stay the night and Diko was left at home. He, Diko, developed some separation anxiety. Argghhhh. Oh. Boy. Now we're settling down. It's so nice to be settling down. I get to play with my kids again. Oh, yeah, and breathe.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Katie almost completely rolled over today. I put her in her pack n' play in order to change Zac's diaper. When I came to back to pic her up, she just had her little arm stuck underneath her and was on her tummy. She's been wanting to do this for a couple days now. Every time she's not restrained she tries to jump ship. Very entertaining.<br /><br />Today Diko was chasing his tail and Zac thought it was entertaining, so, he started spinning in circles too. I really wish I had a camera nearby for that.<br /><br />I try to go running every morning with the kids in their Cadillac of a double running stroller in one hand and Diko leashed in the other. I used to go running because I was passionate about running itself. Now I go running because it's alone time and because it helps me be kind and patient. I'm not as good of a mother, wife or friend when I don't run. Happy Note: I've lost an inch in circumference everywhere but my arms (I haven't been able to work them out because I had surgery) Also, Diko needs it; without his exercise he drives everyone crazy which is intensified by my lack of patients from having no exercised. Today when we got home and I was stretching - something I don't get to do very often cause Kate usually is hungry when we get home - Zac sat down on my lap with a book and wanted to be read to. It's been too long since we last read a book together; he's getting very independent. Also, when Zac sit on your lap, he backs up to you and then plops right down. It's so funny and characteristic of him. Zac has such an evident personality now. I wish you could all know him. He LOVES friends, making people laugh, helping his sister by shoving her binky in her mouth and "burping" her, his dog!!!, his Grandpa Blacker, raspberries and every other fruit, reading and playing in dirt and water.<br /><br />We find out whether Nathan got into the UNM medical school either September 30th or October 3rd. It's getting really nerve racking for me. We moved down here in order to maintain residency and were reassured that it was what we should do. We felt like dong the early application program was the right thing to do too - it means we only applied to UNM and if we get in we have to go here. Anyway, we know it will work out. I am just having trouble being certain How it will work out.<br /><br />I'm trying to be a better mom. I feel like I haven't been devoting enough energy and love to my kids. Sometimes I just can't wait for them to sleep so that I can sleep or do things I want to do. I'm trying everyday to remember that I Want to be a mom. I want to fulfill my divine purpose. It's not all about me and what I think needs to be done or what would make me most happy and comfortable. It's all about compromise; what my kids need, how close I am to losing it because the house is a disaster and I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch, how much sleep everyone has gotten, what Nathan needs, what would help others have a better day. Anyway, I'm trying. Best part is it's working. Self improvement here I am :)<br /><br />I'm not sure how school's going for me. It is flat out hard. I've felt stupid for the last year about. I don't comprehend things. Yes, I've had two babies but still. That's how I feel. I have always wanted an undergrad degree and sometimes I wonder if that's just not what I need to learn right now. I know that I don't need to get my degree. But I love learning to an intense degree. I need mental stimulus. I enjoy excelling. Sometimes I wonder if I want a degree because people in the world will think better of me for having one. I don't want this to be a reason. It's so superficial. It's also hard because my family is very education oriented. Getting a degree is what you do. And I always thought it would happen in four years, not 8 years and marriage and two kids (so far) and medical school. Sometimes I feel left out because I'm the only one on both sides of the family who hasn't gotten an undergrad degree excepting Hannah (currently a junior at BYU), Shantae (17 years old), Abi (16 years old), Rachel (10 years old) and Nathan's mom, Kathren, who is working on getting into an Ultrasound tech program. I feel so lame. But then sometimes it doesn't matter. Sometimes it does.<br /><br />Anyway, now that our lives are not so frantic, I'll be writing more.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghGkBDZ1MDs/Tny-7YiT-_I/AAAAAAAABIw/TwIdjNl7Kb4/s1600/IMG_6282.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghGkBDZ1MDs/Tny-7YiT-_I/AAAAAAAABIw/TwIdjNl7Kb4/s320/IMG_6282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655605159478426610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pw4BVRyr5CM/Tny-7hrzq_I/AAAAAAAABI4/DHyOKWTehmU/s1600/IMG_6285.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pw4BVRyr5CM/Tny-7hrzq_I/AAAAAAAABI4/DHyOKWTehmU/s320/IMG_6285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655605161934171122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zF55LBi_m-k/Tny-7-YKlSI/AAAAAAAABJA/1NfFLAKqwUc/s1600/IMG_6302.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zF55LBi_m-k/Tny-7-YKlSI/AAAAAAAABJA/1NfFLAKqwUc/s320/IMG_6302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655605169636414754" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-62697296818640952712011-08-24T14:23:00.000-07:002011-08-24T14:27:09.274-07:00Read me!I follow a friend's blog who posted<code><a href="http://becomingjaneanne.blogspot.com/2011/08/redefining-success.html"></a></code><span style="font-family: monospace;"><a href="http://becomingjaneanne.blogspot.com/2011/08/redefining-success.html">this</a></span><code></code> today. Read it. It made me feel powerful.
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-24048900350571807742011-08-19T22:43:00.001-07:002011-08-19T22:45:46.866-07:00OwieMy babies have Thrush. It's a yeast infection that is manifest through diaper rash and a bunch of white gunk in the mouth. I've known something was wrong with Kate for about a week but I didn't realize it was this bad. She only ate 3 or 4 times two days ago and slept for about 8 hours. Miserable for the poor girl and the rest of us. Then, yesterday we got her medicine. She slept for almost 24 hours (with breaks to eat A LOT). Soooooo grateful for modern medicine. SOOOOOO grateful for sleep.
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564646342405451236.post-65292959069546551932011-08-06T11:30:00.001-07:002011-08-06T11:34:10.303-07:00While reading the scriptures...Last night as Nathan starting reading the scriptures for our family scripture study he said, "And the man said unto the beautiful woman-" at which point I interrupted with, "Blasphemy." My husband laughed pretty hard.<br /><br />Zac is talking a bit now. He says:<br /><br />Da - Dog<br />Dada<br />Mama<br />Oww - Out<br />Dow - Down or Done<br />Ay - I<br />Nathan was witness to Zac's first "Thank you" yesterday. He has all the fun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0