tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876910165614182452023-11-16T06:09:47.032-07:00Mama's Gonna Buy You a MockingbirdThe ramblings of a woman: wife, mother, scientist, writerTenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.comBlogger805125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-2892077001071601372018-10-25T21:56:00.000-06:002018-10-25T21:56:14.135-06:00The Fitness Diaries, ResumedIn June 2016, I was at my highest weight (when not pregnant) ever. I weighed 150 pounds. For reference, I'm 5'2" with shoes on, and this put my BMI at 27.4 (firmly overweight). I felt awful, had no energy, and didn't want to continue gaining weight. My IBS was rampant and I just felt helpless. That was how my life was. I felt like I had to try something. So I started counting calories and doing what had "worked" before. What I had done in 2013, and 2014, and then got pregnant and stopped doing.<br />
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In one year, I had lost 6 pounds. SIX. And I still had no energy, terrible IBS (like, as in I had no idea what foods would trigger sudden bouts of diarrhea, I was taking immodium several times a week). My skin was a mess and I was battling breakouts.<br />
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I started my Arbonne business in May 2017, and didn't really think about the nutrition side until about June. I started doing hormonally balanced protein shakes for breakfast (instead of cereal) and taking Digestion Plus. I did some research and cut out dairy, and suddenly not only was my skin clearer for the first time in YEARS, but I actually only needed immodium once every week or so. With those small changes, and some occasional exercise, I lost 3 pounds in just over 2 months. Not a lot, I know, but that's HALF of what I'd lost in the entire preceding year.<br />
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In October of 2017, I bit the bullet and actually did the entire Arbonne 30 days to Healthy Living. I cut (in addition to the dairy that I'd already cut out) gluten, soy, corn, sugar, alcohol, and coffee. I stayed 100% committed. And that month, I lost two pounds. Slowly, but more rapidly than I'd been losing weight before. Most importantly, this actually helped me discover that gluten is a trigger for my IBS (and I did have blood tests done to rule out Celiac, given family history).<br />
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I have continued to be gluten and dairy free in my diet, and have done the 30 days to Healthy Living several more times over the last year. I also added more regular exercise, specifically with Beach Body (I have a couple good friends who are coaches, and I love the variety of available workouts), and also working to close my diastasis recti (which will be its own post).<br />
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As of today, October 25, 2018, I have lost 25 pounds since I began this journey. In the last year, I have lost 15 of those pounds. My stomach is no longer bloated, and I can actually feel good and not squished in my clothing. I feel healthy and amazing. (picture to come, I just need to actually take one, haha).<br />
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I'm mentally getting back to the point where I can start blogging again. I will probably discuss some of the reasons for my long hiatus at some point, but I don't know what the future holds. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-44797640326997128052018-05-03T14:45:00.002-06:002018-05-03T14:45:58.238-06:00Grief, in Retrospect: It Pours On, or RIP Beagle ButtThis post has been a long time coming, mostly because it's been too raw to sit down and write.<br />
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On October 11, 2015, we said goodbye to MacGyver. He was struggling again, as bad as before. It sucked a lot but C and I decided that we couldn't make him suffer any longer. We had really, really hoped we'd have him for more time, but it turned out that we only gained 10 days. I spoiled the crap out of him those 10 days, lots of snuggles and treats and love, but I was not ready to say goodbye.<br />
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Looking at this, now... 2 1/2 years later.. still sad. Still deeply, achingly sad. But there's life beyond sadness. The dandelions are blooming again this spring, and we sigh and remember how MacGyver used to eat them like it was his job. He would get so annoyed that there were still so many to eat, so he'd take breaks and then go graze some more. He was a little asshole, but he was our little asshole and we loved him. The girls have stuffies that are beagles, and they are all named MacGyver. Even Little Cat C, who I don't think remembers him. Sadness is nostalgic now, but just part of life. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-88801841492449781542016-07-08T10:36:00.000-06:002018-05-03T14:35:11.113-06:00Finding the Light in the DarknessSometimes, the heartbreak of the world around me weighs down so heavily I feel tears waiting in the wings all day, and don't have the will to stop them.<br />
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This is one of those times.<br />
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The shooting in Orlando, killing and wounding so many. Out of fear. Out of hate.<br />
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Uproar over who uses which bathroom. Who really gives a fuck. As long as the person using the bathroom is neat about it and doesn't pee on the seat, flushes the toilet, and washes their hands, I really could not care less. <br />
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The shooting in the airport in Istanbul. Again, out of fear. Out of hate.<br />
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The bombing in Baghdad. Killing hundreds. Again, out of hate. Who knows if it is hate driven by fear or by something else. Fear and hate are so closely linked, it's hard to say sometimes which came first. Most often we fear something and that fear becomes hate, and it can be taught.<br />
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Killings here, in the US, on a small scale. Men shot for being black by cops who... were afraid? Were filled with terror for everything else happening in the world? Were under too much stress? Who reverted to being scared little boys and fired..why?<br />
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Cops shot by snipers for being cops. For trying to serve and protect.<br />
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Can we just stop, humanity? Can we just take a step back and reach out to the man/woman next to us and acknowledge the human in them, while they acknowledge the same in us? Can we put aside our petty or not so petty differences and agree to disagree while we address more important things?<br />
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I don't know. I want to think humanity is inherently good, but I don't know anymore. I want my children to grow up in a world that has figured it's shit out. I want the adults to stop acting like spoiled and petulant children, and I want them to start acting like normal children. The kind that understand that kindness is paramount.<br />
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I'll be here. Under my blanket. Waiting for the heaviness to subside, hoping not to spend all day falling apart inside as I hear the collective heard of humanity crumbling. I'm going to look at rainbows and puppies and kitties and babies. I suggest you do the same. Find a little sunshine through the clouds and spread what light you can in the darkness. Pick out the constellations amidst the human chaos. Knit back what has been rent and torn. <br />
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I recognize the humanity in you. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-86148247664276125762015-12-31T11:14:00.001-07:002015-12-31T11:14:48.883-07:00Goodbye and Good Riddance, 2015I don't even know what to say about 2015. There have been two good things to come out of this year, and they both happened last January. LCC was born, and we bought a house. Otherwise (and including those things, I suppose) this has been the hardest year of my life. 11 years ago today we brought MacGyver the beagle into our home and he's not here any more. Because we haven't had enough shit happening in the last 6 months, since Thanksgiving we've had a falling out with our closest family members (which really sucks) and a car accident (yay more money spent on cars) and we've faced a deeply personal and sucky as shit medical decision. Dee spent a day in the ER getting evaluated for appendicitis the Friday before I left for a 3 days business trip (she's fine, by the way). Nevermind the mental health toll this has taken on me, which I have no fucking clue when I will have time to deal with it but whatever. <br />
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I'm really glad C has been my partner in this. We have a very strong marriage and we have survived. We have 3 healthy kids and one healthy dog. <br />
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Honestly I can't wait to say goodbye to 2015. I sincerely hope to never have a year this intensely shitty again.Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-39507635657383171912015-12-02T14:06:00.004-07:002015-12-31T10:54:47.063-07:00Final Thankfuls, et ceteraSometimes, life punches you in the guts. You're grateful for what you have (and lets just accept that yes, I am very thankful for the life I have, even if I didn't finish my daily thankfulness posts) but sometimes shit happens that makes you withdraw and appreciate that things could be worse. And while you acknowledge that they could be worse, that doesn't mean they don't really suck right now.<br />
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I will not be saying more about this. Suffice it to say that everyone is (mostly) okay, and even if and when we aren't, that is okay too. We're healing and on the right track. Things suck, but they will get better.<br />
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And on that note, when 2015 ends I hope the door hits it in the ass on the way out. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-87963428935020142092015-11-23T11:22:00.002-07:002015-11-23T11:22:30.317-07:00Thankful days 21, 22, and 23I am thankful for surprise baby teeth.<br />
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And today, I am most thankful for Clorox wipes (specifically in the context of cleaning up midnight vomit. Oy. Kids, amIright?).Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-58609994991564742872015-11-20T15:40:00.004-07:002015-11-20T15:40:56.850-07:00Thankful, Day 20I am thankful for snow! Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-55005469575110913902015-11-19T16:07:00.003-07:002015-11-19T16:07:56.763-07:00Thankful, day 19I am thankful for my job.Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-5507848387353354412015-11-18T16:07:00.000-07:002015-11-19T16:07:20.983-07:00Thankful, day 18I am thankful that I got to spend so much nice quality time with my son the last couple nights while the girls were sleeping and C was working. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-16377431386651713462015-11-17T10:14:00.001-07:002015-11-17T10:14:35.017-07:00Thankful, day 17I am thankful that we live in a stable place.<br />
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I see all this insanity about why our country (founded on the ideals of immigrants, escaping religious persecution, such as it is and was) should lock its doors against refugees from Syria. It breaks my heart. Why must people pretend that their fear is in the name of their god? Immigrants, refugees, are not terrorists, any more than the Protestants down the block are KKK members. Why do all the relief organizations seem to focus on faith and "godliness" when they could just focus on humanity? Why do we need to look to a god for the push to help? Why can't we just look in the mirror or at the pictures in the news and say "Dammit, I'm a person, you're a person, what can I do to help you, fellow human being?" rather than "NO! Why would you think about letting an ISIS member sleep on your couch?" (That is an actual comment I saw on a friend's Facebook status.)<br />
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This fearmongering has got to stop. I am happy and proud to live in a state that said "YES! COME HERE!" but at the same time, I am heartbroken that our state actually had to stand up and say something. I understand that the homeless and broken of our own nation need help too. But, though I hate to look at it this way, things aren't changing for them much. The refugees? They have left their homes and their countrymen and their neighbors. They have lost family members and friends. They are running scared in the hopes of finding safety. Every day for them is a new reality where they may not even speak the language and they rely 100% on the kindness of strangers to help them survive.<br />
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I guess what I am saying is that anyone crying out against letting refugees seek asylum here in the safety of our nation is GO LOOK IN A MIRROR. If there is a human being staring back at you, then help your fellow humans. They are not terrorists. They have already faced the fear of the unknown to escape the terror they know. Open your hearts, and if you can, open your homes. If you can't donate money, send positive prayers and love their way. Love your fellow humans. And FFS, Thanksgiving is next week. I cannot think of a more appropriate time of year to remember and celebrate the bond that joins ALL HUMANS in need than a time to give thanks for what we have and how we survived what we left behind. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-83919425669101391832015-11-16T20:30:00.000-07:002015-11-17T10:15:50.827-07:00Thankful, Day 16I am thankful for my dippy dog. I love the little things in her personality that are blossoming now that she's our only pup, and how she loves the baby. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-65251285633980105752015-11-15T09:03:00.000-07:002015-11-16T09:04:00.526-07:00Thankful, Day 15I am so, so thankful that my children are healthy. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-15916813579292410482015-11-14T16:00:00.000-07:002015-11-16T09:04:39.305-07:00Thankful, Day 14I am thankful for tea parties with my kids. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-49389297719925793502015-11-13T15:41:00.002-07:002015-11-13T15:41:28.551-07:00Thankful, Day 13Happy Friday the 13th!<br />
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I'm thankful that I live in Colorado. Where else would I get so many sunny beautiful days, even in November? Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-38885452808536664352015-11-12T10:05:00.000-07:002015-11-12T10:05:15.145-07:00Thankful, Day 12Today, I am thankful for coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. And chocolate. And whoever invented putting milk in coffee. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-23076173723434330212015-11-11T10:56:00.001-07:002015-11-11T10:56:26.963-07:00Thankful Day 11I am thankful for all the veterans who have served our country. Thanks to my grandfathers and my father-in-law, and my brothers-in-law for your service! Also thanks to my friends who have served. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-76192457271805614622015-11-10T10:02:00.000-07:002015-12-31T11:45:10.156-07:0010 months! Little Cat C is 10 months old. WOW. She's sweet and hilarious and stubborn and clever. 4 teeth and a crazy giraffe tongue. She says Dada and babbles, and sometimes says Hi, but mostly is just chill and happy. Unless she runs out of food, then you'd better be ready with more. LCC loves all food. She sleeps great at home but not so much anywhere else (like, say, the car). Loves her brother and sister, and rubber duckies are pretty funny. Almost got that crawling thing figured out, but prefers to scoot around on her butt and get herself wedged backwards under furniture. She wears some 9 month stuff still (like, 2 things that were weirdly large), mostly 12 month stuff, and some 18 month stuff. She moved into the convertible car seat (rear facing of course) last month, because she outgrew the infant one. Whew.<br />
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29.25" long - ~85th Percentile<br />
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Once again, at midnight on Halloween, the Christmas bomb exploded. Once again, my heart aches for the sudden consumerism and insanity that grips the stores and apparently my fellow humans. What happened to being thankful and grateful for what we have rather than suddenly channeling our energy into living 2 months in the future and all the things we want? My kids are also affected, noticing that nobody seems grateful for what they have, and that nobody wants to celebrate fall anymore. <br />
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I'm trying to be thankful for my life and the things in it every day in November. Each day I will endeavor to post something I am thankful for, no matter how small, for every day in November. I realize it is now the 9th, so I will post 9 things today. <br />
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1. I am thankful that I have three wonderful and happy children, as different from each other as they could be but still happily joined in siblingdom.<br />
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2. I am thankful for my husband, who has stood with me and helped me through the shit that life occasionally throws at us.<br />
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3. I am thankful for 2015, as insane and emotionally difficult as it has been.<br />
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4. I am thankful for my friends.<br />
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5. I am thankful for this little mush and I am glad she's here.<br />
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6. I am thankful that I am employed.<br />
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7. I am thankful for my family, in its many permutations and forms.<br />
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9. I am thankful for FALL! It's still my favorite season and I love it so much. <br />
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She loves all the food, though broccoli tempura gave her pause for a second. LCC is super happy and smiley. She wears some 6-9 month stuff and some 9-12 month stuff, and some of the 12 month stuff is too small so we're sort of trying to just stuff her into whatever fits right now. <br />
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She's still huge, at 19.5 pounds and about 29 inches. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-77748326972251885122015-10-06T12:46:00.000-06:002015-10-07T10:35:58.163-06:00When it rains...The transition between late September and early October was a rough one. Many shitty things happened at once, though in the grand scheme of things none were catastrophic and I feel like maybe I don't even get to complain because so many people are dealing with worse, but the fact remains that it was a really shitty 3 weeks. While C was hunting, our beagle got sick. It seemed that he aspirated something, but his breathing didn't improve over the next two weeks. The week C was hunting, I ran out of my meds because I just didn't have time to go to the pharmacy, and when I did go the doctor (for some unknown reason) didn't refill my meds for a year, but only for two months. So they gave me 3 days worth but it was a full week before I got back to the pharmacy. My OCD/anxiety were ramping up.<br />
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While my brain was in this state, I got totally slammed with sample processing my first 3 days back at work after the week off while C was hunting. As in 3 9 hour days with only 1 break to pump if any, and like 5 minutes for lunch. One of those days I had 3 blood samples to process- when I've asked in the past that no more than 1 blood happen at a time, maximum two per day, and I got 3 AT ONCE. And in the midst of this, I was informed that I was going to be consolidating my lab space in to *half* of what I've had for the last 8 years (which is ongoing, and the people moving in are apparently not getting what they asked for either and keep asking me for more space which I don't have to give). I was feeling really undervalued as an employee. During this time my dog was not really getting better, but he seemed okay. Stable.<br />
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My mom wonderfully was able to watch the kids while I was working late and C had to leave for work before I could get home. On Thursday of the week I was finally able to get my meds. Friday morning, on my way to work, I heard a (seemingly) harmless little "click" and the engine stopped. Of course. It was the timing belt. C came, we towed the Subaru home, and it sat there in the driveway til Tuesday when we got it towed to a mechanic. Fortunately I was able to get a ride with someone else on my floor at work who lives near me for the week we were down to one car, and my mom helped with the kids again. The mechanic informed us that we needed a new engine, the brakes needed maintenance, the power steering boot on the driver's side was torn, and oh, by the way, the clutch needed to be replaced too. The cost of all this? Well, we couldn't get a used car that would last 150K miles for this price, but damn. Not money we really had, but we did get the car back on Friday which was great. <br />
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Thursday night we noticed MacGyver was really struggling. He was lethargic and did not finish his food. I called the emergency vet (because, naturally, the regular vet had closed 10 minutes earlier). This earned him an overnight stay, medicine, and some Xrays. We learned that our 11 (almost 12) year old beagle has congestive heart failure, pneumonia, and possibly a mass on his liver (we didn't have $700 more to spend on the ultrasounds to confirm the mass and get a better look at his heart). He did get to come home on Friday evening, and we were all so glad to have him home. He's now getting better every day (and getting back to being a pain in the ass, which is wonderful).<br />
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And now? Now I'm rebounding, but my soul is exhausted and wrung out. My mental state is muted. It's better this week but I'm still reeling from the ups and downs (mostly downs) of the last few weeks. I just need a break, but I'm treading water to stay afloat at work and there's no end in sight. I just hope the Universe is done fucking with me for a while.<br />
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Oh, and another fun note about something that *just* happened: one of the people at work informed me today that she took my desk phone
into the cell culture room for my ENTIRE MATERNITY LEAVE. I realize that I've been back for 6 months, and cleaning/sterilizing my phone now is an empty gesture, but what in the ever-loving-fuck. Join me, won't
you, in a massive full body shudder? And then this same person just
left candy on the chemical bench. Which I've since thrown away, because there are just places that food NEVER goes. <br />
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On the upside, my garden (mostly tomatoes) went gangbusters this year. <br />
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Edit: Oh, Universe. I see what you did there. PMS on top of everything? Lovely. And now, ladies and gentlemen, my first postpartum period.Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-30255571130669017872015-09-10T20:14:00.000-06:002015-10-12T10:51:38.612-06:008 months! Where oh where has the time gone?!<br />
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8 MONTHS OLD. This baby is just full of joyful mischief. LCC still has 2 teeth, though she's working on at least 2 more (I think the next two on the bottom, rather than the top two, but I know better than to say for sure). She's pretty drooly and wet from the face down most of the time. Making her siblings laugh is a priority. LCC has not met a food she didn't like yet, but she's not very good at getting it into her mouth in any great quantities. Mostly it ends up all over her and I am SO glad we're doing <a href="http://www.babyledweaning.com/" target="_blank">Baby Led Weaning </a>(easier to clean up). She's very good at using her tongue to manipulate the bits of food around her mouth. Still, she's primarily nursing (or taking bottles from Daddy and nobody else) and hasn't decreased her intake on that end, though she's sort of slowing down on growing/zooming through clothing sizes. Whew. I doubt she'll wear the adorable "My First Halloween" outfit I bought for her last year (foolishly in size 6-9 months...) 7 weeks from now though.<br />
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No crawling yet but she can sit up like it's her purpose in life. She can reach *really* far in front of her and get back to sitting, but not quite to the hands and knees position yet. She's getting there. Both of her siblings are trying to help her learn things and they love to play with her. J is particularly good at getting her to laugh out loud. <br />
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Measurements (as given by our bathroom scale, and roll of paper and pencil, and with Dee's help) <br />
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28.125 inches ~88%ile<br />
19 pounds ~75%ileTenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-83027036443569017502015-08-10T23:00:00.000-06:002015-09-11T10:36:37.886-06:007 months! Seriously, baby, slow down!<br />
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LCC is 7 months old now. She still loves her siblings and is striving to be
the most chill and happy baby out there. She has 2 teeth, and likes
to bite people's fingers. She's working on the whole pincer grip thing
to get food from her tray into her mouth, but has had very limited
success in that area. She sits up like a pro and is enjoying tummy time
more, though she doesn't do a whole lot of moving around yet. She sort
of scoots around her crib/the floor on either her belly or her back, and
she has sort of taken a break from rolling to focus on her mad sitting
and reaching skills. LCC is also experimenting with perspective and frequently enjoys looking at things sideways or upside-down. Bathtime is still a hit, as is her new (to her)
jumperoo. She sleeps through some nights, but usually wakes up once
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According to our bathroom scale, she weighs 18.2 pounds, which means she's gained over a pound in the last month. Yowza. Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-91238629968226035882015-08-05T10:30:00.001-06:002015-08-05T10:30:47.638-06:00Peas vs Little Cat CLCC hasn't really shown any interest in eating food, but we've
been offering her bits and pieces here and there. Last night we offered
her some peas, and she tried to pick them up and eat them. Sort of. She
practiced picking them up, and maybe some ended up in her mouth? She
made some faces when I actually put one in her mouth, but she was
entertained, at least! Most of the peas ended up by her butt, though. <br />
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This is an improvement over the piece of peach I let her taste this weekend, where she just looked at me like "WTF, mom? WHY ARE YOU PUTTING THAT IN MY MOUTH?"Tenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922231337225142653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387691016561418245.post-30799029213214291622015-08-04T14:34:00.000-06:002015-08-04T14:34:13.349-06:006 Months Postpartum, and a planI'm now 6 months and change postpartum for the third time. I am still suffering from discomfort and, frankly, pain, from the SPD that I had while pregnant with LCC. I've gained back the 5ish pounds of weight I had lost immediately postpartum (which, honestly, just puts me back to where I was a couple months before I fell pregnant). I am sick of living in pain, and I want to get back to where I was before I got pregnant. So I've joined a fitness group on Facebook and hopefully that will help me with the motivation I need to work on this!<br />
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Here are my goals:<br />
1. Strengthen my core and pelvis and anything that comes along with that is a bonus.<br />
2. Get back on track with healthier eating, by tracking my food so I don't have issues as LCC starts eating solid foods and my milk output decreases. This is not to say I am counting calories, but I am trying to make sure I get enough fruits and veggies and protein, and enough water. <br />
3. Start being able to run again (which can't happen until my pelvis is back at 100%, because OUCH).<br />
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The fitness group challenge runs through the end of October, but I don't plan to stop then. I'd like to at least get #1 and 2 solidly in place by then. <br />
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