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quotey quotes

4 May

May 4: Favorite quote (from a person, from a book, etc) and why you love it.

Yes. I like this much better than yesterday’s prompt! I cheated a little. I chose 3 quotes. But they are all very different and I have pictures to go along with them. So that makes it okay.

I’ll be honest here. When I read the prompt for today, I didn’t have any quotes that jumped out to me. So I did what anybody in my shoes would do. I hit up Pinterest. Conveniently, they have a whole “Quotes” section!!

This first one is funny because it’s true.



I’m so glad Jeremy didn’t see this suggestion pre-wedding. Because I have slow internet rage issues. Big time. It’s 2013 people. I get that jet packs are too much to ask for. But reliable, fast internet? Should be mandatory.  No excuses, people who run this type of thing. Don’t even get me started when my 4G is slow. I know, #firstworldproblems

On to Quote 2!


She will always be my baby.

I know. Completely changing tone here. So keep up.

I first saw this quote right after I had Avery. Oh, man. Pregnancy hormones mixed with this really sappy mother/child quote. Cue the water works. Now that Avery is older and I am [somewhat] less hormonal I still love this quote. It perfectly illustrates the unique and powerful bond between a mother and her child.

Finally, Quote 3.

cs lewis

C.S. Lewis. Where have you been all my life?

I think for your everyday use quote, I like this one best. I feel like this quote was said/written to describe me. I pray constantly. All.The.Time. It’s like I’m an addict. I give prayers of thanks. I pray for loved ones. I pray for strangers. When you post on Facebook that someone needs prayers, I’m on it! Sometimes I just ask God for some stillness and I listen. I can’t do anything else. I’m wired that way. It’s my outlet for everything. Anything.

It flows out of me.

It changes me.

another first

4 Mar

This past weekend was…eventful. Thursday night Avery’s temperature spikes to 104.3* Which is not good for a 10 month old. I called the after hours clinic and they told me, “I don’t want to alarm you, but you are going to have to bring her in.”  More specifically, bring her to Children’s Hospital. You know a really quick way to alarm someone? Start a sentence with “I don’t want to alarm you…” Like I need any more reasons to freak out here.  Side note: there is a list of things I never want to do in my life. An un-bucket list. (What’s the opposite of bucket? Google isn’t very helpful on this one.) And going to Children’s Hospital is on it. So that happened.

We went in and she had a temp of 103* I was worried it would be back down to normal by the time we got there. And the nurses would give me That Look. But she still had a fever. And was oddly playful and energetic when we got there. That changes as soon as the poking and prodding started. Poor baby. Blood, urine, mucus. All of it. And after all that they still didn’t know what was wrong. sigh. We got the generic “it’s a virus” answer. We got sent home at 3am with a medicine regimen and some pedialyte.


sick little peanut

Jeremy: Are you taking a picture?

Me: Yes.

J: Why?

Me: It’s baby’s first trip to the ER. We have to document every milestone we can.

He proceeds to shake his head and give me a funny look. It’s like he has a totally different parenting philosophy the I do.

We both took Friday off work. Mostly to sleep. We were so tired! It was nice to have an extra day added to the weekend, so thanks Avery! : )

And I snapped this picture so everyone can see she is back to normal. Yay!


feeling MUCH better!

Avery had a follow-up appointment at our normal pediatrician’s clinic Saturday morning. One last (screaming) blood test and she was given a clean bill of health. No more mystery fever! Now the fun part: getting back to a normal bedtime.

Sunday was devoted to cleaning. We want to move into a bigger house. The sooner, the better. Operation Sell This House is unofficially underway. SO my free time will be spent cleaning and rearranging and de-cluttering. Good times. I went through all of my clothes and shoes. Came out of it with 2+ boxes to donate! And found my size smaller jeans now fit! I guess my 40 days of going to the gym is working. I am only 2 sizes from my first Goal Size. That was encouraging. : )
A nice way to end the weekend.

How was your weekend?

workin’ on my fitness

15 Feb

Last year, during Lent, I was pregnant. By that time I had already given up a TON of indulgences. I couldn’t drink. I rarely had caffeine. I had gestational diabetes, so I had to really monitor/cut back on sugar and carbs. All the best things. Since I didn’t have much left to give up, I tried something new. I vowed to do more of something.  I read the Bible every day. Most days it wasn’t a lot. But I think it really helped me be more aware. I saw myself praying and reflecting more, too. It was challenging. Which is the point of Lent. Challenge yourself for God.

Well, this year I’m going to up the challenge level. I am going to work out everyday. For 40 days. I am insane. The plan is simple: go to the gym and work out everyday. Except for the days when Avery has her swim lessons (8 days total). I just won’t have time to get to the gym those nights. I will be with her in the pool for lessons, then come home and work on the Wii Fit. sigh. This is going to be hard. But my thought is: document it here. Keep accountable. That’s the key.

Wish me luck everyone!


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