tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245277925976759832024-03-05T06:31:10.194-07:00More than LifeLiving and Learning in UtahHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.comBlogger678125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-34253594655132023832014-01-23T14:37:00.001-07:002014-01-25T10:18:16.411-07:00Little Baby is ONE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Of course, a party for a one-year-old is primarily for the parents. For Gillian's birthday party, we invited all of our friends and threw a party with a winter theme. With that in mind, everything was rustic and gold. I kept things simple with a boozy hot cocoa bar and s'mores in the back yard. </div>
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I took a poll on babycenter.com about how much people spent on their child's first birthday party. 25% of the 125,000 pollers spent OVER $500!!! I couldn't believe it (especially considering your 1 year old will not remember a thing!). This party was well under $100. All I had to buy was food and drink. I sent invitations through paperlesspost.com, which has very personalized and creative invitations FOR FREE (and no trees were destroyed in the process!).</div>
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I made hot cocoa and homemade marshmallows from recipes I found on allrecipes.com and just multiplied the serving size by 6. The homemade marshmallows tasted great but didn't dissolve in the cocoa very easily and were very ugly. </div>
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During my time in Denver, my sister helped me make the minimal decor that I had from pine cones and the cutting out of gold glitter paper.</div>
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A sweet friend of ours made Gillian's cake, which was a Triple Caramel cake and was gorgeous and absolutely perfect. I was so grateful! </div>
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The birthday girl before her party.</div>
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Friends around the fire in the back yard. That tree is our Christmas tree that is still alive, stuck in a mound of snow in our back yard. I love it there. These friends are part of our Utah family and were sweet to come out and celebrate with us. They have all been so supportive of us and our family as it grows and changes. Notice some friends in ski gear. There was a lot of snow on the mountain that day and many sacrificed freshies to celebrate with us.</div>
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S'more fixins.</div>
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Baby and Daddy having so much fun.</div>
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The party table. The chalk board was made by my dad and sister and I had a lot of fun composing a birthday sign. The beautiful wooden trees were handmade by my dad - a Christmas present.</div>
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The cake. I put together the topper, and Masha made this beautiful layered cake. Isn't it lovely?</div>
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The birthday girl while everyone was singing to her.</div>
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Devouring her cake. She loved it!</div>
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A monthly picture collage to remember her first year. I kept this up in my kitchen for a week so I could reminisce and enjoy this last year over and over.</div>
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Landon and I gave Gillian a xylophone for her birthday</div>
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I can't believe that my Gillie is a year old. She already is exhibiting toddler tendencies with a little defiance, full-tooth smiles, and toddling around the house. </div>
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She is such a joy and daily amazes me with how hard she tries to learns new things. She likes to cuddle more these days and is taking longer naps and sleeping through the night. Lately she loves to eat pickles, which I think is funny. She can wave, give high-5s, clap, dance, and she understands so much and can do a few signs to communicate. Her giggles and kisses are the highlights to my day. Gillian loves to interact with people. She is always making flirty smiles with strangers everywhere we go. She continues to love songs and books and peek-a-boo. </div>
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I still am at disbelief that God would give Landon and I stewardship over someone so precious. I am so honored to be her mother.</div>
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I just put The Bean down for her morning nap. I hear her talking to herself, but that's okay. She will fall asleep eventually. Like I usually do during her morning nap, I grab my laptop and sit down in my favorite chair in front of the window to have some me time. Before I get to it, I open the window blinds. The sun hits me square in the face. And warmth runs over me.<br />
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When I think of other places that I have lived and the things I treasure about the houses I lived in, what I picture are 2 specific things: the dinner table, and morning sun through the windows. I never realized that these two things hold the greatest importance in the homes I have lived in until just now. But it is the table where community and family happens, and the sunlight where I sit alone and find God and find myself that are most precious to me.<br />
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Beneath those open windows, in every home, I found the "light" in its many forms, shining into my life. And so it is with this little place here in my home. I relish the calm and quiet as the sun warms my face and the day feels full of hope and promise.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-65914008856075197042013-12-04T17:19:00.002-07:002013-12-04T17:19:33.556-07:00Snow, Utah, Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Here are some pictures of "The Kids" straight out of the camera, enjoying yesterday's storm.</div>
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This is Duvick's 7th winter - his favorite time of year.</div>
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His water-proof coat keeps him toasty on 18-degree days.</div>
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Baby crawling in the snow.</div>
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This baby loves her daddy.</div>
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Standing on her own with Duvick's frozen pumpkin.<br />
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Gillian is actually initiating kisses herself these days, and it melts my heart every time. It's more of a bite than a kiss, and sometimes it hurts like the dickens, but i just let her chomp down because it is the sweetest thing ever.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Daily Walks with the Bean</span><br />
And I am over the moon if Mr. McBrayer and Duvi-boy get to join us as well. This only happens once in awhile, but when it does, the feel-good lasts for days.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This baby gate that Doons built. It's amazing.</span><br />
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Gives me such peace of mind to know that my child is not going to fall down the stairs or drown in the dog's bowl.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These skinny cords from Old Navy. The perfect fall color.</span><br />
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(yes, the laundry detergent). Makes my baby smell every yummier than she does in her birthday suit!<br />
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I got to sing during the Thanksgiving Feast today at the Salt Lake Rescue Mission, which was such an honor. And I'm still singing on Sunday at my church a few weeks a month. Singing has always been a deep and meaningful ministry in my life. I am grateful that although I stopped professional voice training and education in college, i can still sing and not only be blessed by singing but bless others as well.<br />
<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-15379277234946209342013-11-26T21:11:00.000-07:002013-11-26T21:11:58.768-07:00Playing around with PerspectiveBrings new meaning to the term "Beer Goggles" doesn't it?<br />
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-5821363331260192092013-11-14T10:20:00.001-07:002013-11-14T10:20:16.043-07:00Editing PhotosSo with the 52 photo project, you are supposed to not only take but edit your photos. I have no clue how to edit photos. I guess that would have to do with a few things.<br />
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1) I don't know what makes a great photo besides my own preference. I am sure that there is a system to assessing the greatness of a photograph. I just don't know it.<br />
2) How do you edit a photograph in the first place? Is there some kind of technology that I need that I don't have?<br />
3) I have always been anti-editing photos. I thought that the natural beauty should show through without any alteration. If you're a good photographer, you will capture your subject in their natural state exactly as beautiful as they are in that moment, right?<br />
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Well today I used my out-of-the-box super simple iphoto software to edit these beauties. I did minimal editing. Like I couldn't edit an area or change anything. All I had the capability to do (as far as I could tell) was change saturation, contrast, etc... So here are a few:<br />
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All I really did was change the "temperature" of these photos. The idea of the pictures in the first place was to enjoy the beautiful autumn day and capture the golden leaves with the auburn-haired precious baby. Most of my pictures, however, came out pretty blue-ish gray and just really cold. </div>
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A natural shot mid-cry."A birdie is going to perch on your lip", i tell her!</div>
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Here she is 1/2 a second later, coming after my camera, all sadness forgotten.</div>
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I should just enjoy her love for the camera. Some day she probably will refuse to smile for my pictures. Getting some candid pictures may require me to employ tricky tactics. </div>
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But she is pretty freakin' cute with her eager smile and full attention at the camera. I really cherish every shot of this babe.</div>
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Yesterday we woke to snow, snow, snow and sunshine!</div>
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I couldn't keep us inside. It was just too beautiful. So I bundled the baby and headed into the snow.<br />
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Hopefully this is only the beginning of snowy mornings with this beauty.<br />
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-43462518716889786842013-10-30T11:39:00.001-06:002013-10-30T11:39:16.607-06:00Dual Camera Comparison<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I am learning how to focus on an object in the foreground that is not in the center of the picture. I know it is probably basic to you photography buffs out there, but it is new and exciting for me and makes for a lot of fun when composing my shots.</div>
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the thing i really like about my iphone photos is that I can do selfies. I've tried with the DSLR and it's nearly impossible without using the timer and tripod, which i should probably learn to use. but it is not easy or convenient during an afternoon hike.</div>
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P.S. Baby is 9 months.</div>
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-21307662887083685532013-10-29T14:38:00.000-06:002013-10-29T14:54:27.276-06:00Photography Photo ProjectFor Christmas last year I compiled all of my Christmas monies + some of my own investment and bought myself a nicer camera. My motivation was my humongous baby belly and the nesting instinct that was terrorizing my sanity.<br />
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I had the worst consumer experience with the website that I ordered my camera through and didn't even receive it until Gillian was a month old (February!). But now I have it and I love it and I am not awesome at using it yet. But I am trying to be intentional about teaching myself to use it better. Usually I just snap 50 photos and hope that on one of them I had the buttons aligned correctly to produce a decent photo.<br />
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I think that doing a photo project would be a great way to be committed to learning how to use my camera. Hopefully you can enjoy this journey along with me. I do not see myself being committed enough to do a daily photo, but a weekly photo would be fine!<br />
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Here's my first photo that I took a few days ago. I am sure I will have more photos of my baby in the leaves.<br />
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I am excited. If anyone else would like to join me, please do!
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-77432191487505761582013-09-16T20:38:00.000-06:002013-09-16T20:40:54.386-06:00loved from the startThese last 8 months that I have been doting over my daughter, I have often thought of the other babies in the world...<br />
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In the moments that I am with my baby, I am kissing her, singing to her, tickling her, and absolutely adoring every little bit of her. And when she cries, I rush to soothe her. And when she is hungry, I feed her. And when she has a dirty diaper, I change and clean her so she is fresh and comfortable. And I keep her warm, and take her places, and keep her close to me.<br />
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And I know that there are children left in soiled diapers, on the brink of starvation. Children who lay screaming with no one to hear their cries or hold and comfort them. There are children that are not kissed and sung to, and held and hugged and loved. And it breaks my heart.<br />
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I wish all children were loved as much as my Gillian is loved.<br />
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Every child deserves to be adored, to be the middle of somebody's world. That is the best start that you could hope for, for every person to be loved from the start.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-53252904363789265852013-08-29T16:00:00.002-06:002013-08-29T16:00:09.859-06:00Baby RingwormYes, you read that correctly.<br />
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My baby got Ringworm. From what? We really don't know. We assume that it is from her little blow-up swimming pool. Although we changed the water almost daily, we never scrubbed down the sides of it during the 2 or 3 weeks we used it. But that's just a guess. I told her pediatrician that she wasn't wrestling with any highschool boys - "where could she have possibly gotten it!?" She told me that she could have gotten it anywhere and that it is pretty common.<br />
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<i>Common? </i>I have read all sorts of rare and awful things that your baby could get whilst reading articles online and chapters in my baby books. Never had any mentioned Ringworm.<br />
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By the way, be rest assured that Ringworm IS NOT A WORM. It is a fungal rash.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">This rash started on her left shoulder and just looked like a little flakey skin, so I didn't worry about it. Within 3 days, her back looked like this! I text messaged the above picture to my pediatrician. He thought that she just had some eczema, and told me to treat it with hydrocortisone cream and a moisturizer. Since we were leaving town, I made an appointment to see a pediatrician the next day to be sure. She thought it looked like Ringworm. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">So we conducted a little experiment, and I treated the right part of her back for eczema and the left part of her back for ringworm. The next day, we noticed a considerable improvement on the left side. By day 3, the rash was nearly gone and the right side looked the same, so we are sure it was ringworm. I treated her whole back for ringworm for another week and it cleared up easily. The rash never bothered the baby at all.</span></div>
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-416200147506988792013-08-28T15:34:00.003-06:002013-08-28T15:34:36.347-06:00Just a little videoSo, 8 of the last 10 blog posts I've written haven't been published. They remain as "drafts" in my composition folder.<br />
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Either I'm insecure (which could be the case), or I never have the time to actually finish a blog post (which is certainly the case some of the time).<br />
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So this one, I am keeping brief and determined to post. One of my buddies has been posting videos of his little guy recently and they are just SOOOO much more fun than pictures. So I thought I would post a video of the Bean today for you to enjoy.<br />
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She loves to see her "reflection" via the camera on my phone. So here she is talking to herself before her morning nap last week.<br />
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-69303008008022297922013-08-16T15:26:00.002-06:002013-08-16T15:26:55.435-06:00Each moment is it's ownYesterday my daughter discovered that she could roll over from her back to her front. It terrified me. I heard what sounded like her muffled cries after I had laid her down to sleep and when I ran into her room, there she was, laying on her belly and crying into her crib sheet.<br />
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I know it's a little late for her to finally be rolling from her back to her belly. We weren't stressed because we knew that she could probably do it, but that she just lacked the incentive.<br />
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Starting today our life is different. I tried to lay her on our bed for her nap (when i lay her in her crib, she fusses. Sometimes our bed fools her into a happier nap), and she completed 3 complete body rolls almost off the edge.<br />
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So starting today, we can't leave her unsupervised on the bed anymore. Which isn't that big of a deal except that is where we place her whenever we are with friends so she can nap. Now we'll have to tow around the pack-n-play. Which is why we bought it in the first place, I guess.<br />
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Whenever the Bean lays down to sleep, she simply rolls over onto her left side and sucks her left thumb and journeys off to slumber-land. Now that she has the roll down, she is having a hard time rolling onto her side and instead rolls completely over. She is roused from almost-sleep and is seriously pissed off. Replay this over and over and over for over and hour and that is where we are at this very moment.<br />
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And I am sitting in the chair in her room watching her because she keeps getting herself stuck on her tummy against the edge of her crib (she can't roll back onto her back in both directions, just one) and I don't want her to suffocate or something. So I pick her up and lay her back on her back. But I try to fight it. I know she has to learn for herself so that I don't have to sit beside her crib every time I lay her here. But I hate seeing her struggle. And she REALLY needs to get some sleep.<br />
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Right now she is screaming in hysterics. This is really rare for my kid. the Bean just doesn't cry much at all, and if she is "crying", it is just a fussiness, not a scream-and-bellow cry.<br />
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It is amazing how quickly my child learns and grows. Where yesterday was an ordinary day, today has it's new challenges. When she got her first tooth 2 weeks ago, i told her, "from now on, you will have teeth." As with this change, "from now on, you will have control over where you want to go and you will never stay where I place you." As a mom, nothing is predictable. Each day is new. Each moment is it's own.<br />
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-29179461488638410202013-08-08T21:45:00.001-06:002013-08-08T21:45:41.601-06:00Joy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Precious baby enjoyed swinging for the first time while visiting family. </div>
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-20840998625176198802013-07-11T15:50:00.001-06:002013-07-11T15:50:36.139-06:00Having a working-mom's heart in a Stay-at-home-mom's worldIt's been two weeks since my last day at work.<br />
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I don't miss it. I don't.<br />
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I had a generous 11 weeks of maternity leave after Gillian was born and then I was back at work for 14 weeks, the last 3 of which were part-time.<br />
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I did not like being away from my baby.<br />
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The best thing about working full-time was that it gave my husband a chance to be a stay-at-home full-time dad. This is not something that he ever wanted. But he was soooo good at it. Every day he and Gillian came to see me for lunch and I got to feed her in the front seat of our car while Landon listened to me talk about my day. See, he is not only an amazing dad, but the best husband I could hope for. So Gillian wasn't suffering for one second once I returned to work. She took to the bottle easily, and I was able to pump twice a day while working, which was important to me. So my child has never had anything touch her lips except for breast milk.<br />
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I was so blessed to see Landon taking over the roll of primary care-giver in Gillian's life, even though I wished so badly that it was me. He taught her to roll over, and had her on a nap/feeding schedule. Every evening when I would get home, he would place her into my arms and she would be all mine until her bedtime, which was 2-3 hours later.<br />
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I lived for those 2-3 hours all day long. While I was working, Landon sent me pictures of Gillian playing with her toys, and video of her being her cute self and I looked at them over and over. This sounds desperate and pathetic, certainly, but that was exactly what I was. At 2 months old, I hated leaving my baby. Sitting in the hall closet with a "do not disturb" sign outside of the door twice a day while I saved my child's life source in plastic bottles felt so against nature, so contrary to everything I felt within me. I ached for her.<br />
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I remember her 4 month appointment, her pediatrician directed several questions at me: "what is her nap schedule like?", "how much is she eating?", etc... and I had no clue what the answers were. I just differed them to my husband. and I left with a weight of guilt and a broken heart.<br />
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These last 2 weeks have been heaven. I got to see her roll over for the first time. I am experiencing several "firsts" and I have felt like I have gotten to know her so much more! Although, there have been times that I have found myself looking forward to her next nap - I can't believe that. I remember the not-so-long-ago life I lived where I wanted her present with me always. So I decided to do my best to apply my perspective as a working mom to my new stay-at-home lifestyle:<br />
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1. Be fully present as much as possible, not distracted.<br />
2. Every moment is a bonding moment.<br />
3. Every moment is a teaching moment.<br />
4. Every moment is a chance to love her.<br />
5. Savor every second<br />
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With a baby as precious as this one, it's not difficult at all to follow this creed.<br />
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-37587662130529565752013-07-09T14:49:00.001-06:002013-07-09T14:49:47.270-06:00Is there food on my face?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am a momma. I can't help but document my little girl's life. And she is growing so much and experiencing so many new things. At this stage of her infant life, it seems that every week brings new "firsts", and I snap and scribble and post and share each one as I rejoice in my mommy heart that my girl is thriving and exploring and learning.<br />
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Yesterday was the Bean's first time trying "solid" foods.<br />
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Realizing that it tastes vaguely familiar, and all of the sudden, she becomes ravenously hungry. Landon couldn't get the food in her mouth fast enough. </div>
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I don't put bows in Gillian's hair often. They look big and silly. But I do love headbands and barrettes in her hair. She doesn't mind them at all, so far. They usually bug me eventually because they don't stay in place, so she never wears them long. And if she is handed over to her father with some hair adornment, it is promptly removed. But she does have such beautiful hair, it is fun to dress it up a bit.</div>
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This scrunched up nose is her whiney face. This is a new thing. Sometimes she whines without crying, just whining. She is able to express her varied emotions in varied ways these days instead of just smiling or just crying, she is learning to communicate better. So now we have the scrunchy complainey face. And I love it just as much as her pooched-out-and-quivering-bottom-lip cry and her ear-to-ear toothless smiles.</div>
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Her hair is thick and long in the front (as you can see from the first picture). It is less thick in the back, where she has managed to rub it off with her vigorous head movements on her sheets and in her car seat. But cutest of all is this little "Alfalfa" curl on the top of her head. It is absolutely precious.</div>
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It was 102F yesterday and 103F today, so I sunk (get it..."sunk"?) $4 into an itty bitty inflatable pool so Gillie-Bean could enjoy a new first (except I think we enjoy firsts more than she does), and cool off.</div>
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Our baby has been in nice warm baths in the sink and the tub. Although, we are always scrubbing or rinsing her. She hasn't been able to enjoy much of her own free movement and exploration in water. Also, she has never been in anything cooler than body temperature. When Landon first put her feet in she let out a little squeal. She wasn't so sure about it all at first.<br />
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This is Gillian's concentration face. She wore it almost the entire time.</div>
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(she has the best tutorials) The first sheet I made is in the picture above. I looooove this seersucker sheet, but 2 yards of fabric doesn't always end up to be cheaper than the sheets at target. This one cost me about $15 of fabric. But, it is absolutely adorable. And I love my baby in this color so the pictures of her on this sheet are some of my favorite pictures.<br />
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I made 2 flannel crib sheets (I couldn't find ANY to buy online) from a grey twin sheet set that I got at target for $15. I even had fabric left over to put together a <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Baby-Company-Sheet-Pattern/dp/B003WUXJ08/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1372367437&sr=8-3&keywords=Crib+Sheet+Protector">Sheet Protector</a></span> to match (didn't have a tutorial for this, but it was pretty easy to just guess!) and a changing pad cover too. That was a great deal.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gillian, 1 day old. Still in the hospital</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.danamadeit.com/2012/03/celebrate-baby-tutorial-gauzey-swaddle-blankets.html"><span style="font-size: large;">Gauze Swaddle Blankets</span> from Dana Made It,</a> once again.<br />
I even dyed one of them a beautiful teal color, which was very fun. BUT it was a little rough on Gillian's new-born skin and gave her a tiny rash on her chin during her first week of life.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.aloadofcraft.com/2010/03/tutorial-how-to-make-contoured-changing.html">Changing Pad Cover</a></span><br />
I actually made 3 of these. When Gillian was a newborn we would go through several in one day. The tutorial is pretty decent. It's my favorite way to sew: just trace, pin, and stitch. I hate to measure and iron and all that kind of sew-correctly stuff.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">you've seen these pics. dyed this onesie orange</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i love the kimono shirt - dyed it teal</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dyed White Onesies (and other stuff)</span><br />
I wanted to add a little variety to my baby's onesie collection, so dyed some green and some teal and some orange. Did the same thing to burp rags.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">made Dooney his own burp cloth with camo and hunter's orange</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Burp Rags</span><br />
These I just added flannel fabric to baby cloth pre-fold diapers.<br />
I also received some of these as gifts. And I have used every.single.one. My baby is full of puke. Seriously is a pukey kid. Both of our moms were so surprised at how pukey she was especially as a newborn. Our doctor called her a "happy spitter", which just means that she pukes a lot but it doesn't make her mad or cause her to lose weight or anything. So she wasn't colicky or diagnosed with reflux, thankfully. She just pukes a lot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">little Chickadees on a piece of wood from the Wasatch. How perfect.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Door Sign</span><br />
I grew up with a "Hannah's Room" sign on my door until I was a teenager. And I loved it. I wanted Gillian to have something for the front of her bedroom door as well. Landon and I found this beautiful wood blown off of a tree up Millcreek Canyon while we were hiking at the end of last summer. We collected it and I had in mind that I would paint something on it for our baby's room. I love how it turned out. And I love that it is natural. The perfect addition to her little Nest.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://hmcbrayer.blogspot.com/2012/10/getting-craft-on-baby.html">Glider Slip Covers</a></span><br />
These were the most difficult things to make. I could have made it easier on myself, possibly. I made these similar to the changing pad covers: trace, cut, pin, sew, velcro.... Surprisingly that tactic worked just fine. I love the way they turned out and they certainly add a lot of character to our Chickadee's nest (and it is wonderful to get to wash them - i can't believe how messy they get (see "Burp Rags" above).<br />
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<a href="http://theparsimoniousprincess.blogspot.jp/2011/03/diy-plumbing-project-cloth-diaper.html"><span style="font-size: large;">Diaper Sprayer</span></a><br />
Landon constructed a diaper sprayer for our cloth diapers. It has been a lifesaver. I've heard moms say that you don't need one until babies start eating solids. I disagree. You are supposed to soak your soiled diapers in water before you wash them. Instead of doing a soak cycle, or putting my diapers in a water pail (which is a drowning hazard), I just spray off the dookie-mess and then it remains wet until it is washed later that day or the next. The DIY sprayer is easy, although landon had a little difficulty coming by all of the pieces.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://diymaternity.com/accessories/how-to-make-nursing-pads-with-free-pattern/">Breast Pads</a></span><br />
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I also made some other stuff like a cloth diaper, cloth wipes, hair thingies, car-seat strap covers, etc.... but that's about it.<br />
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-15650106105883251112013-06-26T14:06:00.002-06:002013-06-27T18:13:03.187-06:00parenting, pain, and God<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Sunday I accidentally cut Gillian while I was trimming her finger nails. I have done this before. This time it didn't bother her at all; she didn't even flinch. But it was on the thumb of her left hand, so everything she touched got blood on it. My kid and her toys were covered in little red streaks and spots. Gosh, it killed me to see her smiling back at me with blood on her nose and lips and cheeks as she tried to force her entire fist into her perfect itty bitty mouth.</div>
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And she has had a hard time falling asleep these last few days (read screaming for 2 hours during nap time) because she always sucks on her left thumb to soothe herself to sleep and right now it just hurts too much to suck and upsets her even more than her exhaustion already has. And I know it is all my fault for my carelessness and it makes me sad.<br />
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On Sunday, when realized I had cut her I told her, "Baby, I am so sorry, but I had to cut your fingernails so you won't cut yourself."<br />
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The irony in that sentence hit me.<br />
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And I realized that this is why I do a lot of things that hurt her - so that she won't get hurt. Ha!<br />
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I clasp her into her backpack so she doesn't fall out and crack her head open, but I pinch her skin in the process.<br />
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I let strangers give her immunizations so that she doesn't get sick later, even though she is in pain in that moment and is sore all the next day.<br />
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And thinking of this has made me wonder what pains God must inflict in my life in order to protect me from a greater pain (not inflict on accident, like i often do to Gillie, but inflict with intention and purpose). And as long as I actually am protected, I often times will have no idea what the possible outcome could have been have not the original pain been inflicted. Don't get me wrong; I do not think that God creates evil - that would be an impossible juxtaposition of his very nature. But pain and evil are not the same thing, although at times they may feel that way.<br />
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This lesson is one that you never want to learn, or teach, for that matter. As the Bible makes several analogies between earthly parents and our Heavenly Father when it comes to loving, providing, disciplining, etc., I am sure that as I experience my own love and striving for my daughter, I will come to know and appreciate God's love and provision even more. I am looking forward to this journey of parenting for many reasons. One of them is coming to see the nature of God more clearly.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-52596411271166585492013-06-24T11:04:00.004-06:002013-06-24T11:04:44.109-06:00little milestonesIt is amazing how wonderful and exciting each little milestone is when you are a parent. I still praise my little girl for every poopy diaper. I am so grateful that her body is working as it should and that she is getting the nutrients she needs. Everything in that diaper is something I worked to put there and I praise her.<br />
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Yeah, that's strange. But seeing my baby grow and thrive is so rewarding. Every single little thing brings me such joy.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Last week our little girl rolled over for the first time. She still has the look of surprise on her face every time she lands on her back. And we praise her every time. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">p.s. I'm so addicted to my baby's smiles, and also to her little booty in these bulky diapers. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">so precious.</span>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01956426604156841727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224527792597675983.post-3782957210412950732013-06-23T14:25:00.000-06:002013-06-23T14:30:46.094-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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6 months can make a big difference<br />
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So grateful the baby is in the bag instead of the belly these days.</div>
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