tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344822096970594692024-03-12T21:59:07.643-04:00Our LifeFamily life with a baby and toddler. Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-11758100779486006252012-11-20T13:18:00.000-05:002012-11-20T19:57:49.292-05:00Life Updated (Part 1)My life is completely different from when I was blogging regularly. I've had a second child, moved to a new town, and started a new job. With all the new, I haven't had a great outlet to talk about the changes. Blogging was a good thing for me because I had somewhere to express my feelings. It's good therapy.<br />
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Let's talk about the new.<br />
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The new job!<br />
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This job couldn't have come at a better time. I was feeling a little down after the move, which is a whole different topic that deserves it's own post. When Corey went back to school to study Physical Therapy, I felt a lot of pressure to find a good job. I looked for months. I started to get very upset and frustrated because either there weren't any jobs available or I didn't have enough experience for the ones that were out there. Sure, I could have worked at a restaurant or store, but it was pointless for me to work if I didn't make enough money to pay for childcare. I really tried to focus on jobs where my degree was useful, which really narrowed down an already limited market.<br />
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During four months of looking I only felt comfortable enough to apply for one job. I even felt like I was taking a shot in the dark with it. I never thought I would receive any feedback. I applied on a Saturday night, and received a phone call at 9am on Monday morning from their human resources manager. I was shocked! After getting that first phone call I started to research the company, and I started to get very excited. It seemed like an amazing place to work- nice building, good co-workers, full benefits, and not to mention a salary job!<br />
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I had a phone interview first and I got so nervous afterwards. I really thought I blew my chances. When I got off the phone, I paced around the house because I felt like it went so poorly. I ended up calling him right back. I couldn't help myself. It's like I had a word-vomit. I told him I didn't feel like I got everything across to him that I wanted to. I expressed my interest in the job more, and told him I was very happy to have received his call. The next few days were torture. I was worrying myself sick waiting for another call. I was told it could be 4-6 weeks before I heard anything. Torture, pure torture.<br />
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Two days later he called me back! He told me I had a face-to-face interview next. I was thrilled! Over the next few days I bought a suit, and spent hours preparing. Strangely, I wasn't nervous at all. I was just anxious because I wanted to get it over with. When I walked in, I thought the building was absolutely beautiful, it got me so excited. I interviewed with two people that day, and I left feeling so confident. Still, I was told it could be a week before I heard anything. I got a call THE VERY NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe it, they wanted to do a third interview. By this point, I felt so invested in the whole process I would do anything to make that job mine.<br />
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The third interview was with 2 more people. I didn't know what to expect because I'm not used to having so many interviews. When I called Corey afterwards, the first thing I said when he answered was "nailed it!" Again though, the HR guy told me it could be another 4-8 weeks. 4-8 weeks?! Do they know what they are doing to me? I was a wreck . I know he said 4-8 weeks, but the more time that passed between the last meeting, the more I started to doubt myself. That first day afterwards, I told Corey I knew with 100% certainty, that it was my job. Two weeks later, I started to get depressed because I felt it slipping from my grasp. I guess I just expected to hear sooner because I got a call earlier than expected the last two times.<br />
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Right when I thought they chose someone else I got a call with the job offer. I was so happy. I ran downstairs after I got off the phone and jumped in to Corey's arms and just started crying. I never expected to be getting such an awesome job for my first job after college.<br />
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This is where I work!<br />
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Isn't is so pretty?! Still can't believe I work there.<br />
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I'm the new benefits coordinator for JBA Benefits, which is a part of Allegacy's Business Solutions. They provide and manage employee benefits for companies and small businesses. It probably doesn't sound like fun to you, but I love it. Everyone in the entire building is so so nice. Even the CEO will stop and talk when he sees you.<br />
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I'm feeling super lucky to have started my career. I am a much happier person these days with being able to get out of the house and have adult conversations. Not to mention provide a better life for my family. It has made me super excited for Corey to finish school so we can finally live somewhat of a normal life. I am dreaming of buying that first house soon :)<br />
<br />Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-64193462719620196592012-10-26T21:38:00.001-04:002012-10-26T21:38:51.049-04:00Heart BrokenIt's been a long time since I've felt compelled to post anything on my blog. I want to be a blogger, I just don't think I have it in me. Not to mention I'm in serious need of a new computer. I can't type a whole sentence without having to adjust the charger to keep my computer from dying. It's a whole mess that isn't even important. For the past few months, I've shied away from blogging and I'm starting to do the same with facebook. I just haven't been in the mood to share my whole life anymore. I still occasionally post pictures of the babes for friends and family to see, and the whole facebook stalking thing hasn't gone away, but I just don't "post" much anymore.<br />
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Anyways, maybe I'll write soon to update our life since having another baby, but that's not why I'm here today. If you watch the news, or visit any social media sites, then I'm sure you've heard of the tragic story in New York involving a family's nanny. If you haven't then you will have to google it yourself, because I can't bear to write it in words. I have a horrible anxiety problem, that I haven't yet sought help for, which has me in constant fear that something horrible is going to happen to me or my family. Every time I hear a sad story of the loss of a child I become an emotional mess because I imagine it happening to me.<br />
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For some reason, the story out of New York today has reached an all new level. I've been on the verge of tears all day today just thinking of what this poor mother and father is going through. It's unimaginable, but my anxious self can't help but picturing this exact thing happening to Avett and Kynlee. It's sick. And I wish I could stop. I've been in tears the last hour just thinking of ever having to suffer the loss of one of my babies. I let Kynlee stay up extra late tonight. We laid together on the couch and I held her while she watched cartoons before bed. I told her several times that I loved her. She didn't understand my tears, she just knew she wanted to make me "feel betta".<br />
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It's so hard with young children remembering to always appreciate them. Babies are tough. Toddlers are tough. They test my limits every day. I have to constantly remind myself to step back and appreciate every second with my little ones. No matter how hard it can be to raise them sometimes.<br />
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I wish my anxiety would go away. I wish I didn't constantly fear taking long car rides with them. I wish I didn't lay awake some nights imagining different scenarios of something happening to them. I wish I didn't get upset to the point where I have to bring them in bed with me to have them close. I wish I could let go, and let God take control. He has control. I just have to remember that, and try to live peacefully. This new kind of consuming love I've been blessed with since having kids is just hard for me to manage sometimes.<br />
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I'll be holding my kids extra close as this poor family tries to somehow begin to heal from this heart-wrenching ordeal. I'm not just upset because I'm afraid of it happening to us, I am honestly heart broken for them. I wish they didn't have to go through this. I cry for those two little angels, their fate shouldn't have been handled by such a terrible monster.<br />
<br />Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-78080094046899330672012-03-12T09:53:00.000-04:002012-03-12T09:53:52.030-04:009 Months and Feeling itYup, 9 months pregnant. I can't lie, I'm pretty miserable. The end of my pregnancy with Kynlee wasn't this hard because I was in much better shape. I was still working full-time at a pool, and working out at least three times a week. It's much harder to workout this time around with Corey working so much and not having a gym membership. I have my treadmill, but it's no where near the amount of exercise I'm used to.<br />
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Sleep is pretty rough too. Luckily I'm getting some, but I'm uncomfortable most of the night. Rolling over takes about a minute, and then there is the many trips to the bathroom. I don't see how it's possible to use the bathroom this much. Seriously, I pee about every 15 minutes. It's pretty annoying. I really try so hard not to complain because I know someone would kill to be in my situation, but it's hard not to when I have a little boy trying to karate chop his way out of my uterus several times a day, and relaxation comes in the form of sitting Kynlee in front of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse so I can get some rest. I don't even want to talk about the contractions I've been having the past few weeks.<br />
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I'm nervous about hitting the 37 week mark next week. That's how far along I was when I had Kynlee. I'm nervous because I'm afraid that if I go past that mark then I will be a miserable mess the rest of my pregnancy. If I do go into labor early then I have a possibility of having a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean- I promise that is the last time I'll say vaginal on my blog) instead of a c-section, which would be nice!<br />
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Whenever Avett decides to come, I hope he waits until after March 23rd so Corey and I can see the Hunger Games. I know, I know, selfish! Oh well, I've been waiting about a year to see this movie, and it will be our last one for a looong time. We're going to Corey's hometown that weekend for his interview for PT school and to see the movie. With my pregnancy luck, I just KNOW that I will go into labor while we're there. That's where we were a few weeks ago when we thought my water broke. Hopefully he'll decide to wait until we're safely back in Boone though. He can come the day we get back for all I care!<br />
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I think we're actually prepared for the baby now. We got all of Kynlee's baby stuff from home this past weekend, like the swing, bouncer etc. After we got it all set up, it hit me that we're having another baby! It's so crazy that we will be a family of four in the next few weeks. I'm so excited to see Corey become a father for the second time. He is such a wonderful dad, I can't sing his praises enough. He's also a pretty good husband :) Last year when we were in <a href="http://courtneymoser.blogspot.com/2011/03/floridaand-images-that-almost-werent.html">Florida</a> my point-and-shoot camera fell out of my pocket on a roller coaster and broke. I loved that thing! It was also nice to have a smaller camera so I don't have to use my big DSLR all the time. Since it broke, I just haven't taken as many pictures. I've only been using my other camera for special occasions. But coming in the mail today is my "push present" from Corey!! He bought me another smaller camera. The best part is that it's almost like a miniature version of a DSLR so I can still get the same quality images. I feel so lucky to have such a thoughtful husband. Now I think I will go wait outside for the mail man :)Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-31450867348245855672012-03-05T10:19:00.000-05:002012-11-20T13:20:18.087-05:00Toddler Speak Revealed<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is what Kynlee's toddler speak means. Some of it makes no sense. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;"><b>"di-di"- </b>cookie</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"doodle-duh"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">- Donald Duck</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"waa-waa" </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">- Dog. Weird, I know. That's how she barks like a dog, so instead of calling it a dog, she says waa-waa. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"wa-wer"- </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">Water</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"moo-moo ma-ma" - </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">More Mickey Mouse. When she wants to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse she says this with a little dance. Again, weird. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"a-moo"- </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">More</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"a-bow"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">- Bow</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"pweashh" - </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">Please..This one is super adorable. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"a-fun" - </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">Funny</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"a-pie" - </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">Potty</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">"biyee" - </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; text-align: left;">Paci</span></span><br />
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The truth is she is actually very smart, I promise. She just has a few words where she likes to use her own pronunciation. My favorite is when she says fish or brother because it comes out so funny that she covers up her face because she's embarrassed.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm amazed and proud of the little girl she is becoming. We were at my sister-in-law's house one night and she was doing alphabet flash cards with her son so we could see all he has learned. Kynlee picked up a random card, pointed to the letter, and said "c". I kid you not, the letter on the card was a C. I wasn't going to jump to genius status yet because it could have been a fluke. She could have been saying "see" the card. When we got home I decided to see if she actually knew any letters. I went through and pointed to every letter to see if she knew them. She got I, O, U, C, D and E correctly. I was shocked! She had been playing with magnet letters that she got for Christmas that helps pronounce letters, and apparently teaching herself. The other day we were in the waiting room at the doctor and she pointed out "X" to us. Let me just say, hearing that child pronounce X is the funniest thing. I wonder how good she would be at the alphabet if I would stop being so lazy and worked with her more.</span><br />
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><div>Potty training is actually going pretty well too. She thinks big girl panties are hilarious to wear. It would be nice to have her completely potty trained before Avett gets here, but I don't think that will happen. I have a feeling potty training will be one of the things she rebels against once she has a little brother. I figure when he is about a month old we can get serious with it again. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm trying to spend as much time appreciating her this next month before he brother comes. I'm going to miss the time we have together, and I know it's going to be hard to give her special alone time with Corey working 80 hours a week. My hope is that after the initial shock of having a new baby, she will love her little brother and want to protect him and play with him. Only time will tell I guess!</div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-58025830723171042052012-03-02T09:32:00.001-05:002012-11-20T13:20:18.089-05:00Toddler SpeakI wonder if anyone besides me can decode the words that come out of Kynlee's mouth.. All of these "words" do mean something.<br />
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"di-di"<br />
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"wa-wer"<br />
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"moo-moo ma-ma" -this one took me forever to figure out. There are hand and foot motions that go with it.<br />
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"a-moo"<br />
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"a-bow"<br />
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"pweashh"<br />
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"a-fun"<br />
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Those are the best ways I can guess how to spell them. Sadly, I do know what all of these mean. With Kynlee being my only human contact for the majority of the day, I feel myself getting dumber.Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-63593646540369113472012-02-11T17:31:00.001-05:002012-02-11T17:32:22.753-05:00Taking Bets on Who Thinks Kynlee Will Try to Kill AvettI'm not kidding. When people find out my due date, they say how wonderful it must be to be having my children so close in age. I agree completely, it was always a dream of mine. But the closer I get to D-day the more worried I get about how Kynlee will handle everything. This will literally change her entire world. I've come to the conclusion that as long as I can keep Kynlee from killing Avett then I have succeeded as a mother. I wish I was joking. I'm scared for my son's life.<br />
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That's the look of death.<br />
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That look says, "take that baby back where it came from, or I will cut you."<br />
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I feel like she is at an odd age to be having a sibling. She obviously knows what babies are, and she'll kiss my tummy and say "baby," but she has also called her's and Corey's tummy baby. When I saw the positive sign, I thought by the time the baby arrives Kynlee would be old enough to understand, but the closer we get, the more I'm worried that she won't. She just know's that mommy has a big tummy that can be used for a pillow, not that her little brother is inside.<br />
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There was one point a few months ago when she got very upset over Corey paying attention to our niece and nephew. Lately, it hasn't been that bad, but this baby will be in her life day and night, and she won't always have all of Mommy and Daddy's attention. I feel so guilty sometimes because I don't want her world to change. I don't want this to turn her into a psycho toddler.<br />
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I know it will be rocky at first, especially when we first come home from the hospital, but my hope for the two of them is the kind of friendship only a brother and sister can have. I think we'll just have to dress Avett up as Mickey Mouse for the first few weeks of his life, because we all know how Kynlee feels about Minnie and her friends. I also won't be leaving them alone in the same room :)Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-87035916633675554722012-02-06T21:21:00.000-05:002012-02-06T21:21:32.861-05:00AvettEven though I got pregnant with Kynlee while I was still in school and it wasn't the most opportune time to become a mom, I was still so excited to be having a baby. I personally find that surprising since I had never even held a baby before I had her. I feel so guilty saying this, but I just don't have the same feelings with baby #2. I don't know what's wrong. Sometimes, I am so overwhelmed with joy that I can't wait to have him in my arms. Other times, I'm freaked out. I don't really know how to say exactly what I'm feeling without thinking I sound like an awful mother.<div><br />
</div><div> When I tell people the baby is a boy, they always say something along the lines of "Oh, you must be so excited to be having one of each. How perfect?" I always agree, but sometimes I just don't feel the same way. When we were pregnant the first time, I gave Corey a hard time because I thought he wanted to have a boy, and he would resent having a girl. I feel so guilty now, because I was hoping this baby would be a girl as well. At first I was convinced that I would be happy either way, but secretly when we had our first ultrasound I was hoping for a girl. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I have loved raising a girl. We've saved all of Kynlee's clothes in case we had another one, and I wanted so badly to have another girl to wear them. At 12 weeks pregnant, when the sonogram showed a little boy, I was so disappointed. Now, whenever we pack up any clothes that Kynlee can't fit into anymore I get so depressed. For some reason I have become so attached to them now. It reminds me that Kynlee is getting older, and we may never have another girl to wear them. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I've had four ultrasounds now, and another next week. Every time I've had one, I was secretly hoping maybe the doctor was wrong and we really are having a girl. I know this sounds so awful. It's not even the fact that having a girl would be easier financially. When I found out Kynlee was a girl, I was thrilled! I've always wanted to be a young mom, and raise a girl who I could be really close with. Then there was the potential of having another girl, and I was so happy. I had even picked the name Coley out. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Sometimes I'm uncertain that I won't be able to handle two kids that are close in age. But I honestly worry that most of my unattached feelings stem from being less than thrilled over having a boy. Ugh, I feel so awful saying that. I feel confident in saying that my feelings will change once I lay eyes on him. I really am so excited to be having another baby, I just have to get used to the fact that I will be raising a boy. I don't know anything about boys. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Last week we went to visit with Corey's side of the family, and while we were out shopping in Winston I thought my water had broken. I didn't do anything right away because I was hoping nothing was wrong. I called my doctor and she suggested I go to the nearest hospital to get checked out because of my prior history with premature ruptured membranes. Still, I didn't do anything right away. My mother-in-law brought home pH strips from the hospital for me to test myself, and those turned out negative for amniotic fluid, which would indicate my water had indeed broken. Even though the pH strips didn't show anything, I still had a nagging feeling something was wrong so I went to the hospital in Mount Airy. I laid down on the bed to get checked by a nurse and she took one look and said "Oh honey, your water has broken." I couldn't believe it. I looked at Corey and started to freak out because I was only 30 weeks pregnant. She went to get the doctor and he had the same feelings so they started the process of getting me transferred to Forsyth Medical in Winston-Salem. It was crazy though because they tested me with pH strips and those came back negative so he did some other very uncomfortable tests and gave me an ultrasound (which was pretty cool, because he actually looked like a baby instead of an alien this time). All of the tests were showing up negative for amniotic fluid so we all agreed that I should go home and see my doctor as soon as I got back to Boone the next day. Luckily everything turned out fine, but she did schedule me for another ultrasound next week because at the hospital and at the doctor the next day I was measuring 34 weeks, when I was only 30. So I'm super excited to get another look at my baby. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I know that story seems completely random to what I was talking about, but that experience made me realize that anything could happen. Even though I was freaked out about having a baby at 30 weeks along, I was admittedly a little excited to get to meet my son. That's the first time I've called him my son, and it feels pretty good. Because of that scare we decided we should probably get things prepared for Avett's arrival. Tax season is the best because it has made preparing for a baby much easier. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Kynlee slept in the bassinet of a pack-n-play when she was a newborn, but recent research shows that they can actually be pretty dangerous, so we decided he'll go ahead and sleep in a crib next to our bed. Fortunately we were able to buy the same crib we bought for Kynlee so if they ever share a room, the cribs will match. For Kynlee we bought a wooden glider. While that was nice for a few minutes my butt always went numb when I was rocking Kynlee, so my amazing husband said I could get a new rocker/recliner for Avett. It's so comfortable, which is nice because I fully expect to be sleeping many hours in it when I get up to nurse Avett at night. </div><div><br />
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How has life been? Well, it's been different. Right now I feel like we're stuck. We're in a transitional phase, but I feel like that could be changing soon. We graduated almost two months ago, and life still feels the same as before, except I never leave the house and have become somewhat of a recluse. Corey has applied for several jobs, but hasn't had much luck so far. Unfortunately with our line of study, a lot of jobs require additional certifications to even be considered for the position. If you have ever had to get certifications, then you might see our dilemma. They are freaking expensive!! If we had to have these to get a job, then they should provide students with the opportunity to get certified during the normal coursework. But what do I know? I just paid thousands of dollars to a university to find out I would need to spend a couple thousand more after graduation just to be considered as a possible applicant for a job.<br />
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I did say life might be changing though. We are currently still living in Boone until we A) get a job B) go back to school, or C) just move somewhere and hope for the best. After many hours crying (mostly on my part....okay, all on my part. But give the preggers a break, okay?) we have decided that Corey is going to go back to school. Hopefully soon, we'll know where, and we'll know where we're moving. As for me, my plan is grad school. I'm going to apply for UNC Chapel Hill's online master's program in maternal and child health. I'm really excited about it, and I think it would be a great field for me. The only epic downfall of that plan? The GRE (graduate record examination). I DO NOT want to take this exam, but I have to, no matter how much I kick and scream. No matter what, I feel like our lives will start to become somewhat normal soon. Sometimes things have a way of working in our favor. Sometimes it doesn't, but either way we still have each other for support, and that's what matters.<br />
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Okay, I'm done with the boring stuff, promise. Because I'm pregnant, we decided that it wouldn't be very smart for me to search for jobs, so I've become a full-time stay at home mom since graduation, and I am LOVING it! Don't get me wrong, it's tough, and super different than having Kynlee in daycare, but I'm enjoying every second of it. I love being with my girl all day, and seeing first-hand how she is growing and learning. I can't say for sure how long I'll be staying home. Ideally for a couple years, but it all depends on school and Corey's career. I at least get to stay home with both Kynlee and Avett until I start school next January. But since it's online, I might be able to longer.<br />
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I'm not really good at transitions, so I'm just going to start talking about pregnancy now. I'm almost 8 months pregnant, and I feel awesome....NOT!! I'm over it. I was this way with Kynlee about half way through. I hated being pregnant last time. I started to miss it though, so when I found out I was pregnant again I was actually excited about it. I think pregnant woman are so beautiful and I couldn't wait to feel the little baby kicks again. But now that I'm in the third trimester I am soooooo uncomfortable. I miss sleeping on my stomach and back, and my hips hurt from having to sleep on my side all night. I'm so uncomfortable because I'm the size of a whale. Seriously, I'm bigger this time around and it's miserable. I know I said I loved the baby kicks, but Avett tries to karate chop his way out of my stomach multiple times a day. Don't even get me started on my bladder. How is it possible to pee this many times a day? I really try not to complain. I am so excited to be having another baby, but I'm done being pregnant. I'm ready to be a normal human being again.<br />
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Well, this is all for now. Kynlee's is starting to wake up from a late nap, but I'll be back. Soon this time, promise.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve had the apartment listed on Craigslist since October, with a few bites here and there. We had several people come to look at it, but they were smarter than us and didn’t want it. The worst part? Every time we had appointments lined up to show it to someone, it snowed the day before. If you know about where I live, then you understand why that sucks so much. Our building sits on the side of a mountain. The view of Boone from our window is amazing, but the hill you have to drive up isn’t. In the winter, the thing on everyone’s mind is how accessible their home will be in the snow. Our side of the building never sees sunlight, so when our stair case is covered in snow, it never melts. It just keeps getting icier. Oh, and I live on the 3<sup>rd</sup> floor!! Needless to say, it is very dangerous walking up and down the stairs in the winter. Every time someone came to look at the place, the stairs were covered in snow. We’ve had the worst luck. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Last week we had four people come look at it. I thought our luck might be changing. The last group of girls seemed very interested and told us they would be going to sign subleasing papers the next day on Friday. I couldn’t believe we were finally going to have someone take it. I was stressing out Thursday night and all day Friday just waiting for them to say they’ve started the paperwork. They texted me around lunch time saying they couldn’t go until Monday… I am the most anxious person there is. I was a wreck. Now I would have to wait all weekend. I wouldn’t be happy until I knew papers were signed to make everything official. Monday came around and I still didn’t hear anything. I sent them several texts, but never got a response. My hopes were all gone after that. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I went to our landlord’s website to make sure our apartment was still listed, but didn’t find it anywhere, so I gave them a call. I told the woman I was calling to see if maybe our listing was taken down because the girls had gone by without telling me, but she surprised me. Apparently a couple that came to look at it the week before had been in contact with them and were in the process of filling out paperwork. I had to make sure she was working with the right apartment because the couple had told me a few nights earlier they didn’t want it. I was so happy! All the paperwork was already done; they were just waiting on a check for a non-refundable fee. I was told she would call me in a few days to be officially released. Even though I felt a lot of weight lifted off my shoulders I was still nervous. Like I said I have terrible anxiety. I wouldn’t be happy until the check was in and we were officially released. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Corey and I really needed this to work out because we had the perfect situation lined up. We don’t exactly know where will be living in the future, so we needed a temporary living situation. We have an awesome friend whose dad bought a condo for him to live in while he was in school. He is graduating the same time are, so he’ll be moving home. His parents have offered to let us live in his condo until the end of April. That is the perfect amount of time for us to figure out if we will be living in Boone or moving somewhere else. We’ve been working all week to get things set up with that, but I was still so worried something would go wrong with the couple wanting to lease our apartment, because things like that always happen to me and Corey. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">BUT!! I just received a call from our landlord officially releasing us from our lease!! You have no idea how much weight has been lifted from our shoulders. Not only will we be able to decide where we want to live in the future without constraints, but we will be living in a much safer environment. This is a great apartment for college students, but it’s not the best place to have a family. There are always loud parties going on, and the stairs are just so dangerous when icy, especially for a toddler and pregnant woman. I also want to get away from an apartment with fireplaces. I'm always worried a drunk student won't be taking care of their fire, and our living room always smells like a campfire. Every time the people below us slam their door, our entire apartment shakes, and our floor creaks with every step we take...ugh! Can you tell I hate this place!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now that we don't have to worry about this place, we have until April to figure out where in the world we are going to live (not to mention we'll be spending that time in a very nice condo!) It's been such a hard decision, but Corey has applications out and with the apartment being subleased, we have one less thing to worry about. I'm hoping within the next year we will finally be able to settle down and move into our first "real" home. For anyone who is still reading after this way-too-long post, thanks for sitting through it. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal to most, but we have been working so long to get this place rented out and to move into a better place. Moving day is the 29th and I am so excited!! Now my anxiety can finally chill out!</div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-82769702800351087232011-11-29T20:45:00.000-05:002011-11-29T20:45:06.738-05:00Halfway There!I can't believe I'm already halfway through this pregnancy. Kynlee makes life go by pretty fast, so I figured it would go by quickly, but I didn't realize how quickly. I'm already 21 weeks, when I feel like I just found out we were having another one.<br />
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We had our 20 week ultrasound yesterday. I would have been way more excited if we were finding out the gender, but we found out very early that it was a boy! It's very unusual to find out the gender at a 12 week sonogram, but there was absolutely no way to deny that this is a little boy.<br />
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That's him at 12 weeks. You can even see his pee pee....dooter....package? from the side. Definitely a boy :) Our ultrasound yesterday confirmed it.<br />
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Ultrasounds are fun because you get to see your little bun in the oven, and find out the gender, but they are also important for making sure the baby is healthy, and to look for problems. Unfortunately right now I have placenta previa.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It all seems so nice, until I start to think about what's going to happen after I move that tassel from right to left. I'm not worried about jobs. Corey is looking and applying, but he's is going to keep his job as a backup if we don't find anything. The main thing I can't stop stressing over is where we're going to live. It would just be nice to know what city it will be. I go to bed thinking about it every night. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even if we stay in Boone for a while, we have to get out of the apartment we're living in. This is a great place for two college students, but it's not the right place to live for a family-- especially one that is about to grow. When we signed the lease, we had no clue our apartment would be on the third floor. I didn't think it would be an issue until I had to climb up three flights of stairs with a car seat while recovering from a c-section. It's getting hard enough now that Kynlee is 16 months old and I'm getting more pregnant every day. There is absolutely no way I can make it up the stairs with Kynlee and a car seat. Not to mention if I have to carry bags or anything else too. Winter is awful too because of snow and ice. Corey has already fallen down the stairs, and it wasn't even that icy. I am terrified one of us will fall down the stairs while holding Kynlee, and you might have heard falling down the stairs can be bad for pregnant women. The stairs isn't our only issue, but it's definitely one of the biggest. I also don't feel comfortable raising small children in a building where there are constantly drunk college students hanging out and partying. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We've had our condo listed on Craigslist for a few months now, and there are no interests. We went in to our rental company's office to talk about our lease options a few days ago...let's just say I left in tears. They have been nothing but flat out mean to us. Even if there is nothing we can do to get out of our lease, we just want understand it, and know all of our options. No one there will even sit down and talk to us about it. Luckily our campus is awesome and offers free legal advice to students, they even have off-campus living legal advice. We called to make an appointment, and they set us up with a woman who specializes in our rental company! We're going to see her tomorrow, and I'm actually excited. This is the most hope I've had since all this mess started.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> If we get out of this apartment I will feel so much better about our plans after graduation. This way, whenever we're able to make final decisions about where we're going to live, we can go ahead and find a house instead of being stuck here. I'm just ready for this stress to be over!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Other than our housing issues, I'm going to try and enjoy these last few weeks leading up to graduation. We will still be using Kynlee's childcare for December, so the days that I don't have class I'm going to RELAX and I'm so excited about it. I'm going to nap, read, and hopefully craft. I took these things for granted before I became a mom. I know it sounds pretty awful to think about sleeping while Kynlee is at daycare, but we're paying for it so we have to use it, and I worked so hard at my internship and school, I feel like I deserve a little bit of rest. After December 16th, though, I will finally get to be a stay at home mom! I'm really excited about it! I already feel like one since Corey works at night, but now I get to play with my baby girl, and soon baby boy, all day. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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We were very surprised with our new addition but so happy. We were lucky to find out at a 13 week ultrasound that it's going to be a little boy :) Most people would say that's not very accurate, but if you saw the pictures you would agree that there is no way to deny the gender. We have another ultrasound in 2 weeks, but I'm very sure it will still be a boy. If so we have decided on naming him Avett Grey!<br />
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A lot of people probably have a hard time understanding why we're having another baby and we're still in college. We didn't plan on this happening and I won't lie, I was a little worried about it at first too. I realized, though, that we're graduating in December, and we already have plans laid out for how we're going to support our family. I think it all comes down to the love and support we can provide for baby #2. I don't want to toot our horns but I feel that Corey and I are wonderful parents to Kynlee. She is happy and healthy, and there is nothing stopping us from giving that to Avett too. I absolutely love being a mom, and I can't wait to have another baby to love.<br />
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I had the easiest first pregnancy, and this one has been almost the same. I am so fortunate that I have never experienced morning sickness. There have been several times when I've felt like I needed to, but luckily nothing has happened. I think God knows how much I hate throwing up, and has blessed me with a strong pregnant tummy! The only problems I have had this go-around is blood pressure issues. I have been extremely hypotensive. My blood pressure has been consistently around 80/40, when normal is 115-120/80. This has caused me to feel faint about 50% of the time. It was really difficult trying to do my internship while feeling this way. I'm so embarrassed when I have to sit down because I become so pale and light headed that I might pass out. Unfortunately this happens with some pregnant women and the only thing I can do for it is learn to manage. I've been drinking a Gatorade every morning, when it's the worst, because that helps me get salt into my system to raise my BP.<br />
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Other than that, I can't complain about my experience. I think my favorite part about being pregnant is how easy it is for me to sleep. I have suffered from insomnia since my freshman year of college, but when I have a baby inside of me he sucks up every ounce of energy I have. I struggle to stay awake past 9:30. It's hard because Corey doesn't get off until pretty late, and I don't feel comfortable going to bed without him here. It took us 4 nights to watch Water for Elephants because I couldn't stay awake long enough to finish. That's pretty ridiculous! But I am LOVING all of the sleep I'm getting!<br />
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I tried to upload a picture of the baby bump, but it's not working. Maybe next time!<br />
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I meant for this to be a much longer post since I have sooo much to catch up on, but it's 8pm, I'm getting tired and I have a good book to put my nose in :) I promise I will be back more often though!Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-44052199514317358412011-09-03T11:58:00.000-04:002011-09-03T11:58:19.062-04:00So. So. Tired.I haven't had caffeine in over two weeks, and I'm going through withdraws. Nothing would make me happier than a large mocha frappe' from McDonald's right now. I started my internship on Wednesday and I am EXHAUSTED!I haven't had a job since having Kynlee a year ago. Sure, I've had class, but they don't last all day and you get some pretty good breaks to relax. <div><br />
</div><div>My first day I worked from 7:45-3. Not only was it a long day, but I had to take four exercise classes while I was there....yeah, my body was screaming absurd profanities at me the next morning. I haven't been on my feet that much in a long time. I'm tired, but I survived, and I only have 300 more hours to complete....ugh. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I guess it's worth it though, I will be done in November. Then I just have to finish my last two classes, and I will graduate in December!! I can't wait to be done with school. I'm ready to have a consistent schedule, and to figure out where we are going to live. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Kynlee is doing great. She is down to one nap a day, and she is still sleeping great at night with 12+ hours of sleep. I still never thought I would use "great sleeper" and "Kynlee" in the same sentence. I'm so happy she is sleeping because I have never needed the extra sleep like I do now. In fact, I think I'm going to go take a nap right now :)</div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-21923673970082856222011-08-13T20:43:00.000-04:002011-08-13T20:43:07.744-04:00This isn't my childAs I sit here watching the baby on the monitor lay down with Minnie Mouse in her arms I'm thinking, "who is this baby, and what happened to my other one?!"<br />
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I sit her in the crib, kiss her on the forehead and walk out without hearing a peep. I even tried my luck with nap time yesterday, and she went down without a fuss. Today she even played in her crib a little before napping.<br />
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Seriously, this all seems too good to be true. I'm waiting for my night owl to come back. I don't feel normal getting this much sleep. She slept for 12 hours last night! Corey even went and checked on her at 8:30 because he was worried. She doesn't even have bags under her eyes anymore.<br />
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I feel so fortunate to have a good sleeper now. Her behavior couldn't come at a better time. I've proved I can handle being a full-time student and a mother, but now I have to throw an internship into the mix. In 2 weeks I will be going to school and interning pretty much full-time. I'm kind of nervous, but I know I can do it, and I'm a little excited to communicate with adults again haha. I'm also fortunate that I'll be working at a wellness center- I'm hoping it will motivate me to take my personal health more seriously.<br />
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I'm going to enjoy my second week of summer, which is sadly also my last. Life will be getting pretty crazy soon, and it's not going to slow down until December. If you need me this week, you will find me at the pool :)<br />
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Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-22606239759369782292011-08-10T21:11:00.000-04:002011-08-10T21:11:29.593-04:00So Proud!We're not even a week into Kynlee's sleep training, and she has already made me so proud! As you know, last night I gave up and decided to let her "cry-it-out". She surprised me by going to sleep by herself in about five minutes. I had no clue when she would wake up last night, but she surprised us again by not making a peep until 7am! That's even later than she usually sleeps. It was such a wonderful feeling have a baby who put herself to sleep, and slept all night by herself. I felt very well rested the next day.<br />
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I decided to give the controversial cry-it-out method another try tonight, just to see where it would take us. After her bath, we sat on the couch together and wound down from the day. Right at bedtime I sat her down in the crib, kissed her on the head, and told her goodnight and that I Ioved her. No surprise, she started crying before I even left the room. Then I received a huge shock! She cried for about 30 seconds, then sat there quietly just like last night. I held my breath, thinking there was no way I would get lucky two nights in a row. About a minute later she laid right down and went to sleep. That was such a good feeling! I am so proud of her.<br />
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I'm hoping these good habits of hers will last. I can already tell we are all getting more sleep, and maybe the bags under our eyes will start to go away now.Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-88888150226878583892011-08-09T21:21:00.000-04:002011-08-09T21:21:02.399-04:00Progress? Maybe?I've been feeling very tired lately. I don't know if it's from Kynlee or just life, but I'm feeling the need for a few extra naps throughout the day. Kynlee's sleep training has had its ups and downs as I expected. <div><br />
</div><div>My turn on night #3 wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. She only woke up once. It took about 30 minutes, but we got her to go back to sleep until morning. Night #4 wasn't so good. She woke up quite a few times. Sometimes it didn't take long to get her to go back to bed, but other times it did. Finally around 2-3am it was obvious she just wasn't feeling well. Her runny nose and cough convinced us to let her get in bed with us. I know, I know shame on us! She has been sick for a while, and it was just so pathetic. At least she didn't want a bottle, so I guess that's one good thing. </div><div><br />
</div><div>We made the mistake of rocking her to sleep for her entire life, so she still expects that at 13 months. We've been planning soon to "teach" her how to fall asleep by herself, but for the time being we just wanted to work on sleeping the entire night again. I kind of veered off the plan tonight when I got frustrated. I put her to sleep at her bedtime, 8:30, but she woke up three times before 9. I felt so beaten down that I decided for the first time I was just going to let her cry it out. I kissed her on the forehead and told her goodnight, and left her alone. I brought the video monitor into the living room so I could keep watch on her. In five minutes I received the biggest shock...she fell asleep! She cried for maybe three minutes then just sat there. To be honest I was a little creeped out watching her sitting in the crib not making a noise. But then she laid down a few minutes later and went right to sleep. I couldn't believe it. Maybe I will follow up on this method tomorrow night and see where it takes us. </div><div><br />
</div><div>When you first get pregnant, you dream of everything it takes to raise a child. You think of all the things you are going to teach her. I never thought one of the things I would have to teach my daughter was how to sleep. That's something they don't tell you when you have a baby. I wish I knew then, what I know now. At least we will be prepared for the next baby. </div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-48479766655603666002011-08-07T22:14:00.003-04:002011-08-07T22:22:54.844-04:00Oh My... Nighttime tortureKynlee is a terrible sleeper. WAIT, don't leave yet! I promise this is different than my usual Kynlee sleep rant! We're actually taking steps to making our little night owl a respectable sleeper.<br />
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So here is the latest on her status. She used to prefer Corey to put her to sleep. Luckily that has changed, and I'm allowed to lay her down now. She wakes up anywhere from 11-4 to get in bed with us. It's not just waking up though. She frantically claws at us until we give her a bottle of water before she will go back to sleep (which by the way she stopped using bottles when she was 7 months old, so I find it ridiculous that she wants one at night). We never had time to help her change these habits because we were so busy with school and we needed our sleep. So we did whatever she wanted, just so we could go back to bed. Well, we have 2 weeks off from school so this had to change.<br />
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We are on night 3 of Kynlee's sleep transformation. We agreed before we started this that we wouldn't give up because it was the easy thing to do. We knew we wouldn't be getting any sleep. But we also knew that in the long run this is going to help us all, and persistence always pays off in these situations.<br />
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Corey and I are alternating nights "training" her. I don't want you to see the word "training," and thinking we're putting Kynlee through some awful torture. A lot of people automatically assume that means we're leaving her in the crib to cry. I think sleep training can be taken any way the parents feel comfortable with. We've chosen our own game plan, and I think it will work. I've started by setting a strict bedtime routine. Dinner, bath, bedtime. Same time every night. Babies thrive on routine, so after bath time she will automatically begin to tire. Then the fun begins...<br />
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I took night #1. She woke up around 1 am, so I high-fived Corey for good luck and ventured into the chamber of torture. Did I say torture? I'm sorry, I promise we're not torturing her! I pretty much just tried to put her back to sleep without putting her in bed with us, and without a bottle of water because those are our two main goals. Long story short, it took 2 1/2 long hours, using various techniques of rocking, patting her on the back, and eventually crawling in the crib. It was so rough, and she cried A LOT, but I stayed strong. I didn't even cry! But I was super tired!<br />
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Night #2- Corey's turn: Jerk got off lucky. Kynlee took it upon herself to sleep until 6am. I forgot to mention that whoever's turn it is at night, gets to sleep in the next morning. So not only did Corey get to sleep all night on his turn, but I had to wake up with her! That is so Kynlee to favor her daddy over me.<br />
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Now we're on to night 3, and my turn. I'm betting I'll be up for hours again. I don't get lucky like Corey. So wish us luck. Hopefully last night was a sign of good things to come. Once this works, we'll work on her falling asleep without our help.<br />
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For all you non-parental folks out there, or to those parents who had mutant babies who slept through the night upon returning from the hospital- sorry for the blabbering of a sleepy mother who you can't relate to. Not to sound cliche', but you just wait!Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-66121367475987540282011-07-27T23:15:00.000-04:002011-07-27T23:15:36.153-04:00I am toddler, hear me ROAR!Growing up, when I turned a different age I always wondered if I would magically feel different the day of my birthday. Of course I never did, and I don't believe its possible to see a huge change in someone in the course of a day, even though they are a year older. I expected the same of Kynlee, but little did I know the day she became a toddler on July 2nd, was the day she embraced the battle cry "I am TODDLER, hear me ROAR!!!"<br />
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Things are little bit louder, and little more stressful around the Moser house lately. Kynlee discovered quickly that she can have a voice in how she wants to spend her time. A very LOUD voice. Taking things away from her are no fun, but it must be done, and I brace myself every time anticipating a busted ear drum. She also knows exactly what she shouldn't be doing too. Like touching the fan, or turning the TV screen. She will stare at you with a deviant grin on her face, all while you say "NO!" or "Stop that!" until you walk up to her and she starts crying because she had to finally give in.<br />
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Even though the toddler years might also bring about a more independent, and demanding child, it also brings out a brighter, more vocal child. I'm amazed at how much she has grown in just the short time since she turned one. She knows several commands, even without a hand motion. Like, "Give it to me," or "Go get your paci." She will dance when you tell her to, and of course the legendary tongue can be seen on demand.<br />
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One of my favorite things to do with her is play patty cake. I never really played it with her before, but in just a week she started doing it by herself. I'm not just talking clapping her hands while I sing. She will clap, roll her hands when you say "roll it" she will "pat it" then when you say "mark it with a B," she will point to her hand. She learned it so fast, and it's so cute.<br />
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Whether it be an ear-piercing scream or a snotty-nosed kiss, I love every thing about that little girl. I love watching her grow, and I'm so excited to watch her become more articulate and to interact with her more.Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-82353544368275600322011-07-15T10:50:00.000-04:002011-07-15T10:50:53.077-04:00Life with a one year old!I know I have mentioned that Kynlee isn't a good sleeper about 5,201 times on this page, so it shouldn't be a surprise when I complain about it again. I've tried every method known to man to convince her that sleep is fun, and when she sleeps we all feel better the next day. I even drafted up a nice flow chart once detailing all of the benefits of a good shuteye. She peed on it.<br />
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Okay, not really, but she does resent me sometimes for trying to help. Excuse me for wanting all of us to get sleep, right? The most frustrating part is I could try for an hour, laying her down multiple times for her to wake up. Then Daddy gets home from work and puts her down within 5 minutes. I love him for it, but I want to tackle him and beat the secret of success out of him. Kynlee prefers Daddy to put her to sleep, but guess who is at work during her bedtime? Yup, I figured you were smart enough to figure that out. <br />
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I know she will work it out eventually. With my luck, she will learn how to be the best sleeper right when we have our second child and have to start the whole process again. I keep telling Corey we should go ahead and try to have our second one while she is sleeping like this so we will be used to it.<br />
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She can be the sweetest girl, but I can tell she is starting to have her own opinions of how she wants things done. Take something away from her and she will let you know exactly how she feels about that. Corey was holding her one day when we were picking up some sandwiches, and she grabbed my sunglasses. I tried to take them away and she started to play keep-away with me. Have I mentioned that Corey is 6'4"? She won that game. She thought that was so absurd of me that she shunned me. I tried to take her from Corey and she turned her back, and wouldn't look at me the rest of the time.<br />
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She is also really good at turning a spotless apartment into a disaster zone. If I take too to long make her meals, she will show her feelings with an ear piercing scream that can crack any terrorist. And if I even think of leaving her in the crib crying for any amount of time she curls up in the fetal position muttering gibberish that sounds like "it will never end!" Have I mentioned I want more kids?<br />
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She is growing up so fast!<br />
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Remember The Tongue? Well she can now do it on demand. I tell her to "do the tongue" and she promptly does this...<br />
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She learned that in an hour. But try to teach her to point to Mama or Daddy and she stares at me like I'm stupid.Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-5885338669282202792011-06-17T11:30:00.000-04:002011-06-17T11:30:08.143-04:00SummerMy life has been overcome by anatomy and physiology. I feel like I spend every second studying or doing home work. I'm in this class for 2-5 hours a day, every day of the week, starting at 8am...torture! I don't feel like this is summer at all! I know taking this class will help me graduate in December, but it's at the cost of not getting to spend the summer months with my girl. Luckily this hard class will be over next Friday, and next sessions class won't be as tedious.<br />
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I will be so happy to spend my one week's vacation with my family starting next Friday! During that time we will be celebrating my little Kbear's first birthday! My, my where has the time gone. This time last year I was sweating it out managing a pool every day in the blazing sun, with a big ol' belly poking out. Can't believe it has been a year since I laid eyes on the girl that changed my life.<br />
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Speaking of the little booger, we've had ups and downs in the "Kynlee Sleep Saga." About two months ago we finally made the step to have her sleep in her own room, instead of ours. We spent all day rearranging, and now we have our own separate bedrooms. It was a glorious night to be able to go to bed early just so we could lay in bed watching TV, and not having to hush our voices. It seemed to help a little with all of us getting more sleep too. I only wish Kynlee could be consistent with things. Her bedtime is usually the same every night, so that's not the problem, its whether or not she wakes up in the middle of the night.<br />
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Sometimes she will surprise us and sleep through the night, without eating, and not waking up until we do. Then other nights she will wake up absolutely hysterical, and won't calm down until she is fed. It's so frustrating because I know she is capable of sleeping through the night, and she gets enough to eat during the day. There is no reason for her to be waking up hungry. She is almost one for crying out loud! I could handle it better if she would go right back to sleep in her crib without eating, but she wants to eat, then get in bed with us.<br />
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I almost found a solution by getting myself up right before she typically does and feed her before she can wake up and become angry. She would go right back to sleep in her crib, and we didn't hear anything until morning. I did this a few nights, and then stopped feeding her and she didn't wake up. We were so happy, but of course that was short lived. It's a huge cycle for her. She will go from sleeping all night, to waking up and getting in bed with us with no problem, to being the worst sleeper and then the cycle will start over again. Right now we are in the terrible sleep phase, so I'm hoping the good nights will start any time now.<br />
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Other than sleep, Kynlee has been a great little baby. I can't believe how much she has grown.. I feel like I've seen the biggest change in her these past two months alone.<br />
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She is walking all over the apartment now. It's so funny when she walks because she raises her arms in the air, and the closer she gets to her destination, the higher her arms get until she gets there, then flings are arms down. She expects a round of applause afterwards...It's a huge accomplishment.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">{Yes, Minnie is still always close by}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She has expanded her vocabulary from just "dada" to "nana" (thats what she calls me apparantly) "hey" and minnie, or "ninnie." When you ask her "where is Minnie?" She starts freaking out yelling "ninnie," and looking around for her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>I have so enjoyed this first year, and I'm sad to leave the newborn and baby days behind, but am very much looking forward to watching her grow and learn even more during her toddler years. Oh my how this crazy girl has changed my life, and I do mean CRAZY!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">On a side note, photography is still going great. I had fun taking engagement pictures for this cute couple last weekend. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a very fun photo shoot planned for my girl's one year pictures :)</div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-86792379259018936572011-06-04T19:08:00.000-04:002011-06-04T19:08:37.075-04:00Oh this thing?Oh my. I know, I know, yet another blogging hiatus. I could say I was busy with finishing the semester. I could also say I was busy loving on my baby girl. If I'm being honest, the real reason I haven't blogged in a VERY long time is because I reinstalled my internet browser which cleared all of my saved usernames and passwords. I know that's not a big deal, but I couldn't remember my password and I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strike>contentedly</strike></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; color: #4d4e51; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span>embarrassingly too lazy to take the time and click the "forgot password" button. You don't have to say anything, I know how extremely lame that is.<br />
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However, when I feel a creative a creative streak coming on it makes me want to get back to my blog. What more of a reason to be creative than my little girls first birthday!! It really snuck up on me. She turned 11 months on the 2nd, and I realized I should probably start planning. Her absolute favorite stuffed animal is her Minnie Mouse. She takes it everywhere, so I knew she would love to have a Minnie party. I wasn't too excited about the idea only because I wanted to do something cute and unique, but when we passed Minnie Mouse decorations at the store the other day she started freaking out. I am super excited for the crafts I'll be making for it. My favorite is her outfit I have planned :) I can't believe my girl is going to be one. More on that later though. I really should catch up on this thing.<br />
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Summer school has been keeping me away from my photography, but I finally have another shoot tomorrow. I'm excited to do another engagement session. Hopefully I'll be able to put pictures on here soon.<br />
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I would say that I promise to keep up with this thing more often, but I wouldn't want to lie. I do however want to try because it is a great way at documenting my family. Here's to hoping I will blog more!Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-76969187232535926432011-05-09T23:29:00.000-04:002011-05-09T23:29:20.762-04:00Mothers DayMy first Mother's Day was....okay. Corey had to work, which wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but they opened up early so he was busy working from 9:30am to 8:30pm....yeah, not fun. At first I was pissed. It was my first Mother's Day, and Kynlee didn't know what was going on, so I was looking forward to what Corey had in store. Instead I sulked. I stayed home all day playing with Kynlee and watching Army Wives on Netflix. <div><br />
</div><div>I really regret putting so much pressure on Corey. I just didn't realize until the day came how important that holiday became to me. He did his best to make me feel special, and I know I was appreciated. He made up for it today by letting me relax while he cleaned and took care of Kynlee. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Yesterday wasn't a complete fail though. I did have the pleasure of taking one of my best friends' Brook and her fiancée's engagement pictures. I'm so glad they trusted me enough to do this for them, and I'm very proud of the work. I still have a bunch of photos to edit, but I was able to get a few done to show them early :)</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I had so much fun with this one, and I can't wait to get all of their pictures to them! I also can't wait to see Kbear in her little flower girl outfit at their wedding :) After our little photo session we went out to dinner, which was really nice of them to take me along. It made my lonely Mother's Day a little more bearable. </div><div><br />
</div><div>In Kynlee news, little bit had tubes put in her ears this morning. It was so pathetic when she came back from the OR. She was hysterical and couldn't even hold her head up she was so out of it. Luckily she was calm after about 15 minutes and she's been pretty normal today, except for longer naps (which I'm not complaining about).</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have two more photo shoots this weekend, so more to come!</div><div><br />
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The more I researched nice cameras, and photography tips and ticks I fell even more in love. I love the expression in great pictures, especially of newborns. Finally in November my wonderful husband bought me a camera for my birthday and Christmas. I was so confused at first, and didn't know how to use it. I only shot in automatic mode, and hated the pictures I got at first. Then one day I took a big leap and started shooting only in manual, and that made me learn faster than reading any book.<br />
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For months Kynlee was my only subject.<br />
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But then one day I decided to go out on a limb and ask a mommy friend that I met through my old roommate if I could take some pictures of her and her baby girl. I was so nervous at first because I hadn't had any other subject than my own girl, and I was worried about how it would go. After we left I couldn't stop talking about how much I loved it. It felt like such a natural thing for me to be doing. I told him if I could really make this happen then I would be so lucky to be doing something that I love for the rest of my life.<br />
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Here are a few pictures from my first photo shoot with Keri and her beautiful little girl Natalie. I was surprised at how much my photography has improved since I first had my camera.<br />
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I had a mental battle on whether or not to start a Facebook page because I didn't want to face public failure if this whole photography thing didn't work out. But Corey helped push me to do it, and I'm glad he did. In my info I asked anyone if they would like some portraits done for free, so I could build up my portfolio. Within 2 days, I already had 8 jobs lined up! I had to stop advertising free jobs because of it.<br />
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My next photo shoot was Kynlee's old babysitter and her husband. She wanted some pictures of the two of them because they never get any done since he's a photographer...yeah, a photographer. I was so nervous. I felt like I wasn't completely myself during that shoot, but I'm pretty proud of the pictures that came from it. Again, here are a few of my favorites.<br />
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Tomorrow I'm doing my good friend Brook and her Finance's engagement pictures, which I'm so excited about because I have a lot of fun ideas. Then next weekend I'm doing newborn portraits and baby portraits. This is all so exciting for me, I can't believe this is really happening. I've always had crazy ideas, but this time I'm actually doing it.<br />
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I just hope once school is over, or even before then hopefully, I can learn the business side of it. I've already done a little research, and let me tell you, it's so confusing. But if I want it bad enough, then it's going to happen! This is all so expensive too. I'm wanting a new lens, and editing software so I can stop editing with Picnik. It's not cheap, but I'm hoping to have photoshop in the next few weeks. Slowly but surely, I will get everything I need to get it going. <br />
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It's nice to have something distracting me from the fact that I should be graduating today. I know it won't be long before I take my walk across the stage, but I'm just ready to be done with school. In the mean time I have something I love doing, and I hope to get even better at it.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-3145021711088752932011-04-21T17:23:00.001-04:002011-04-21T17:25:41.928-04:00The ShakedownEvery night when Corey calls telling me he's on his way home from work, I begin the shakedown. What is it? I'm glad you asked. The shakedown happens between the time Corey calls, and the 15 minutes it takes for him to get home. I enter into a crazy cleanin momma mode, running all over the apartment straightening up before he gets home so it looks like I have been super mom while he's been gone. I revealed "the shakedown" to him one night, and ever since then whenever we are running short on time, we say it's shakedown time.<br />
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It's getting close to the end of the semester and it is now officially shakedown time. We have the day off tomorrow for Good Friday, and next week we only have 3 days of school before exams begin. This semester has gone by so fast, I can't believe it's almost over!<br />
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I wish I was graduating with the rest of my class but I will be following soon in December. Even though I hardly get to see my friends up here, I'm really going to miss the moments I do get to see everyone. It's sad to think of the people that are graduating and leaving Boone. It could possibly be the last time I see them :( I know we'll mean well and try to see each other, but we will all have such busy lives there is no guarantee. My group of friends greatly diminished once I became a mother, but a few remained and they are now graduating. My old roommates, Brook and Kelsey, are very busy just like me, and even though we didn't get see much of each other this past year, I know they would be there for me if I needed them. I love you guys, congratulations on graduating and good luck, you both are so smart, and you're going to do awesome things!<br />
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Whenever people leave I get really sentimental. I start to think about how much my life has changed, and where it's going. I feel like I should still be a teenager in high school waiting for school to be over so I can go play a softball game. But here I am, 22, about to graduate college and I'm married with a baby. Life sure does know how to throw curve balls doesn't it?<br />
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If I think this year has been crazy, I can't imagine where I'll be next year. It's shakedown time to decide on our plans after graduation. I feel like there will always be a shakedown. For school, for jobs, for life! I wish everything would just slow down for a bit. That's not going to happen, so I need to accept the fact that time and people are always changing, and I have to go with it, or I'll find myself getting behind.<br />
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So again, congratulations friends. I'm so happy for you. Good luck on the shakedown towards the end of the semester, and I wish you guys the best after graduation!Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434482209697059469.post-66386092659757894032011-04-17T20:52:00.000-04:002011-04-17T20:55:57.200-04:00Don't Hate Me!the blog has been down the past two days, and as you can see it's completely different! somehow things got very messed up, so i figured it was a good time to give it a face lift. I also changed the name...again...i know, i know. like i said don't hate me, i was just never truly happy with it, and now i am! i had a few other options though. at the top of the list were- "mama needs a drink", or "the mama with baby that never sleeps".<div><br />
</div><div>only kidding! but that completely describes my life lately, but more of that in my next post. hope you don't take it to hard that i changed things up. i think i like it better this way, don't you?!</div>Courtney Moserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13211929780599079239noreply@blogger.com1