tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63074229532182031042024-03-13T07:51:21.104-07:00Momma LiabzLibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-39761766500959222192011-02-23T21:40:00.000-08:002011-02-23T21:40:17.084-08:00HeartacheI just read the saddest blog in the whole wide world. I'm having a hard time processing it so I just thought I would post here about it.<br />
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A mom had a 4 month old baby girl who just turned 4 months on Valentine's Day. Her mom wrote her a letter wishing her a happy 4 month. And the very next post said my baby is an angel. My heart sunk. I read the post and half way through had so many tears I could barely read. Her little one had stopped breathing at day care and paramedics couldn't revive her. The baby's parents got to see her at the hospital for a couple minutes and were told to go home. They went home to walk in and see her toys, her clothes, everything in their home that were signs they had a daughter. Only now their daughter was no longer with them. I'm crying again just writing this. One year ago they found out they were expecting after trying for almost a year. Now just one year later they buried their sweet little angel.<br />
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And I don't know why this poor husband and wife have to suffer. I don't know why Heavenly Father has to take babies. I know he has something better in store for them, but it doesn't make it easier. My heart aches for them. I can't imagine losing Anna after getting to know her and loving her even more each day. Anna's smile in the morning and kisses at night brighten my life. Her sweet spirit makes me so happy and I'm grateful I am blessed to have such a wonderful daughter. My heart is praying for this poor family in hopes that they will feel Heavenly Father's love and feel the comfort of the Holy Ghost even though they don't know of the gospel. I hope Heavenly Father takes care of them, and helps their hearts heal over time.<br />
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You will be remembered baby Maddie. Heavenly Father loves you!<br />
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Thanks for letting me write, I really needed to talk about this a little more. Oh and sorry I have been so terrible with this lately, school is taking over my life. I really need to fix my header and theme and post on the weekends. Anyway....this post was a downer but makes me realize how blessed I truly am. GoodnightLibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-46546210073518814572011-02-11T20:11:00.000-08:002011-02-11T20:11:38.695-08:00Valentines DayAs you all know, I adore Valentine's Day. It is possibly my favorite day of the year. Our cards are done and ready to go out in the mail, and if you don't receive one don't worry! I'm posting the card here online for all to see.<br />
Getting my treats ready, cards, and special Valentines are so much fun. But I don't have many decorations to make my house festive. My sister told me about this blog where a darling girl is giving away beautiful heart garlands made out of book pages. I loved them! If you visit her blog <a href="http://allthebellesandwhistles.blogspot.com/">http://allthebellesandwhistles.blogspot.com/</a> you can enter for a chance to win them.<br />
Stay tuned for my Valentine card and post all about love. Have a lovely weekend!LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-50341987919331686162010-11-05T21:02:00.000-07:002010-11-05T21:02:43.647-07:00RAWRRRR!<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">In the last month Anna has found her voice. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Sometimes that is a good thing and sometimes it's not so good. She has learned how to tantrum and sadly get what she wants. She has learned to babble and mimic the tone of voice you talk to her in. And she has learned how to growl. I got a darling video of her the other night, it's fuzzy because the camera didn't focus but you will still get the idea. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-61609457696137080842010-10-22T18:44:00.000-07:002010-10-22T18:44:00.291-07:00Long or Short?<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Alright, I need some help. My hair is currently driving me crazy! It's so frizzy and curly and it takes waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy too long to do it straight. I end up pulling my hair up by the afternoon to get it out of my face and Anna just pulls on it constantly. I am going to get a new smoothing treatment on my hair regardless of the length so that straightening will take little to no time :) The only problem is what length do I keep?</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Long hair? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSx7WxDry_Ip52BZReXiC1_pT_KhIoMpC4Ucbkpv-Wf50BUBH1TkQzp_BCl59TIgW5c2lFWD8hVYhpSILGkbWVwfpxyttLT3M3Y14fSLipgH1mLsG92f-0gPFjcWlxahTT2gtT3AewQ/s1600/IMGP2632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSx7WxDry_Ip52BZReXiC1_pT_KhIoMpC4Ucbkpv-Wf50BUBH1TkQzp_BCl59TIgW5c2lFWD8hVYhpSILGkbWVwfpxyttLT3M3Y14fSLipgH1mLsG92f-0gPFjcWlxahTT2gtT3AewQ/s640/IMGP2632.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">p.s. I can't wait to have my thin face and body back! I probably won't be there until April but I will get there. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Maddie hadn't done any senior pictures so we decided to take my camera out in the backyard and take some senior shots for fun. Who knew some of them would turn out pretty great? I love these pictures and if you would like to see all of them you can find them </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=213152&id=511767915"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">here.</span></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Thanks for letting me have some fun Maddie!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Oh and look who has decided she wants to grow up. Anna is determined to do things she is too little to do. So I just do the best that I can to keep up with her and keep her safe while she is exploring new things. To play in her exersaucer she has to have a blanket stuffed in behind her. </span><br />
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</div>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-18194065388853871322010-10-15T09:39:00.000-07:002010-10-15T09:39:04.747-07:00Mr. Brad Paisley<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I know I have been slacking off with my blog but life is just so crazy busy that by the time I could blog at the end of the day I just crash on the couch. The last few weeks have been eventful though so I need to catch all of you up. First of all....my cute sister-in-law Lizzie took me to the Brad Paisley concert with her. And it was AMAZING! We had 2nd row seats right next to the runway and I was so psyched for the show. We had a blast! </span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Our first opener was Justin Moore-he is newer but a great performer. You can hear one of his songs </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VgEU_Xi7QU&ob=av2e"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">here.</span></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> I got some great shots during his show I got a picture that I absolutely adore. I think this is a picture that someone could reflect about and make up their own story of what the artist may be feeling or what may actually be going on. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So I'm taking the plunge and going back to the education program. I start in January and I will graduate in December 2012. School will be much easier while Anna is little and right now I'm blessed that my mom can watch her for me. January to April will be nuts with work in the morning school in the afternoon and being a wife, mom and homework completer at night. But I know I can do it. And I wanna do it. I'm so excited and I just can't wait to be a teacher some day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The other piece of exciting news is that starting on Monday I will have a personal trainer. My dad can't finish his sessions with his trainer so I get to work with her and he is paying for it. I have always wanted to try a personal trainer to see what I'm capable of and to learn how to work out on my own and be effective. My chance has arrived and the timing couldn't be better. I get to train with Sarah at Golds Gym twice a week for 30 minutes and I get to have a gym pass to do cardio on my off days :) I will finally get back to the body I loved! I'm kind of nervous because I don't know what to expect, but once again I know I can do it! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Life gets more nuts everyday and I absolutely love the adventure because I have the most amazing friends and family to join me along the way. Oh and by the way, my Anna has learned how to smile back at me when I smile and giggle at her. I'm loving how her personality is changing as she grows up! Thanks for reading and I hope you have a marvelous week!</span>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-88617393792235310532010-09-11T16:41:00.000-07:002010-09-11T16:41:00.253-07:00The Boys of Fall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUHfjZHAYm4j-aPqnXN3LbuED9noqIwCZdSBUXvUe9i0ZlBPFdhEhpfDqvHQAvmPnx7aAH_LrGNtlcb3rhowEV3DEbPhl2qpGL9uINk-MtC40_WPoB7VmSW2Ba_q7u0LAi4SZZtMIgw/s1600/football.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><img border="0" height="460" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUHfjZHAYm4j-aPqnXN3LbuED9noqIwCZdSBUXvUe9i0ZlBPFdhEhpfDqvHQAvmPnx7aAH_LrGNtlcb3rhowEV3DEbPhl2qpGL9uINk-MtC40_WPoB7VmSW2Ba_q7u0LAi4SZZtMIgw/s640/football.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">For those of you that may be country music fans you may have known what this post would be about just from reading the title. But for those of you that don't follow Kenny Chesney the above picture should help. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Yes, this post is about my most favorite sport, football! (sarcasm instended)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">My awesome brother Bridger is playing football this year and even though it's his first year playing he made the highest seventh grade team. As a good supportive sister we went to his first game to cheer him on. And you know what? It was actually really fun. Anna loved it too-she really is her daddy's girl. The whole gang made it to the game and we had a great time together. Plus Bridger's team won! GO VIKINGS!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">And as if going to that game and all the rest of Bridger's games for the season wasn't enough, Josh got tickets to BYU's opening game and I was the lucky guest of honor that was so priviledged to attend. I wasn't all that excited but I decided I would have a good attitude, wear a matching shirt like all the students, and participate in the cheers. The game was pretty intense the whole time which kept my attention and our seats didn't hurt either. I could see the ball with my naked eye the entire time. In the end, BYU won against Washington and Josh and I had a great time together. Thanks for the fun date babe!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Do you like Anna's blessing outfit? I don't either! Here is the story behind it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">As Anna's blessing day neared I got more and more stressed out. I'm one of those people that likes everything to be absolutely perfect and in my quest to make that happen I become a complete mess. Anna had the most perfect dress and beautiful headband to wear for her big moment. She also wore black tights with her dress to match the headband and I was excited to be a unique mom :) Well the morning arrived and Anna just wasn't herself, she could sense the excitement and stress surrounding the day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">We got to church and looked great, but of course she got hungry right before her blessing. So I hurry and fed her and then Josh took her. He did such a beautiful job with her blessing and I was so thankful he could do it for her. Josh had warned all of the men in the circle not to bounce her but apparently some of them didn't listen because....I had Anna back in my arms for just a few minutes when she projectile vomited everywhere! I mean the both of us were covered in baby throw up! Of course I started bawling instantly because our perfect dress and day were ruined and my mom rushed me home to get the both of us cleaned up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Luckily Anna's dress was machine washable so we had it all cleaned up by the time brunch was supposed to start. I didn't get my perfect day but it will be a great story to tell her when she grows up. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">We had so much family attend and some awesome friends too. We are so thankful to have so many wonderful people in our lives to share in the joy that Anna brings to us. </span><span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I know I have been slacking off about updating but I'm going to find time this weekend to post, promise. Life is getting crazier by the minute and I have lots to tell about. Stay tuned for some awesome posts! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Happy Friday!</span>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-49850622914524459162010-08-26T13:13:00.000-07:002010-08-26T13:13:58.327-07:00Tender Mercies<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It's amazing how well the Lord knows me and my needs. Today when I was feeling so sad and feeling that I couldn't be loved, He sent the most tender mercy to me. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">As I was crying and felt that I couldn't be happy, I looked down into my arms to see the biggest smile on my Anna's face. At that moment I knew that she loved me, that my family loved me, and more than anything that the Lord loved me too. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
I'm so grateful for the gospel, I seriously don't know what I would do without it in my life. </div>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-33919310772376648862010-08-24T09:36:00.000-07:002010-08-24T09:36:22.357-07:00Change<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Usually I am an advocate for change. I like trying new things, I like going out of my comfort zone, I like fresh new ideas that help me change as a person for the better. I accept change with open arms and do my best to acclimate. But this change I don't like so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Last year when I left Westmore Elementary I was planning on a full time position with partial insurance benefits. I knew full time would be so hard especially with Anna but I was prepared to do the job. I was planning on that money to put away in savings since our savings account is virtually depleted. The day Anna was born I found out I would have to stick with part time hours, and part of me was so grateful! I knew full time would have just been too hard. This change was welcomed. My boss told me I could work afternoon hours on this part time schedule and that came as an even greater blessing to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Well it was getting to be the middle of August and I hadn't heard from my boss about my hours yet. So I called him. Turns out if I worked in the afternoon I would only get 5 hours per week, and well, the time to get Anna to grandmas was more than the working part, thus the job wasn't worth the money or the time. Morning hours of course were available and for 12 hours per week which was a little more worth while. So I took the hours quickly, to secure my job. But I didn't really take the time to think it through. This change is one I don't like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Afterall, mornings with my girl are my most coveted hours of the day. I would give anything to be with her when she wakes up to stretch out for the day and take in the beauty around her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I thought I would be alright, I really thought I would be fine. But yesterday I had faculty meeting for the first time and I was not fine. I didn't want to be there, I didn't even care. (Not the greatest attitude on the first day of work.) To my dismay, another change that I don't like was made known to me at that meeting as well. My teaching method will be going back to the group work that I tried last year which completely failed. The group setting was not a good thing for me and I <strong>hated</strong> my job during that time. And now I find out group teaching is what is expected of me again. <em>I really don't know if I can do this.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">First off, I don't want to be there at all, and second I now have to teach in a setting that I really don't like. (Good thing I didn't stay in the program huh? How would I have ever handled a whole classroom?) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Yesterday I made it all day without a single tear, to my amazement. I guess the tears were saving up for today. As I got my beauty out of her crib this morning and held her in my arms and watched her, my sadness of having to leave her overwhelmed me. I just want to be with her so badly. I don't want to teach other students. I don't want to leave her. And now it seems that I have no choice. School starts tomorrow and I am bound until May. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Looking back on the decisions I made, I wish I would have thought about them for longer. I wish I would have really taken the time to explore what my heart really wanted and what our family could handle financially. I wish I could call my boss today and tell him I was very sorry but I couldn't take the job after all. I wish I was putting up flyers for violin lessons and starting my own studio instead. I wish many things concerning this job, but I guess wishing is just that-it won't get me anywhere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So what does a girl do? I know I shouldn't even be complaining in the first place because I am blessed enough to only be committed to 12 hours a week. There are so many moms that have to work full time and I honestly don't know how they do it and I admire them for their strength. But it's still so hard to be happy when I know my joy is at home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Thanks for reading and if you made it to the end, you deserve a treat. Here's to changing my attitude and to, hopefully, a great school year!</span>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-9624495366213480502010-08-22T12:03:00.000-07:002010-08-22T12:03:38.474-07:00New Adventures<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Anna's birth has given me a reason for reflection each day about the person I am and the person I want to be. I have decided that I know how to do lots of things but there are lots of things I don't know how to do that a mom needs to know. In trying to decide how I'm going to aquire all of these missing skills and talents I felt very overwhelmed, like I just couldn't do it. Being a mom is harder than you think! Thankfully though, Josh reminded me of the many things I do well and that I have time to learn to do others. I have to remind myself that I can't always compare myself and get down about things. So I'm going to try new things one step at a time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Last night for dinner I made pizza. Homemade pizza for the first time by myself. Homemade pizza that had whole wheat, yes whole wheat, crust. I was nervous. I was afraid. But I forged ahead and made the whole thing. I just kept my fingers crossed that Josh would eat it and it wouldn't be terrible. I guess my hard work paid off, and the amazing wheat dough recipe that I found </span><a href="http://adailydoseofdieting.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-whole-wheat-pizza-dough.html"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">, helped quite a bit too. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Here is our pizza showing our respective halves- mine is the one with all of the delicious veggies on it. Josh actually said it was delicious, went back for seconds and after dinner packed up a lunch for Monday of the left overs. I guess I did a pretty good job!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Just maybe I will sign up for a Super Saturday project. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Stay tuned to find out what the next adventure will be. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Happy Sunday and thanks for reading!</span>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-39259865874329269582010-08-21T15:46:00.000-07:002010-08-21T15:49:56.256-07:00Rainy Days, Lunch Dates, and Saturday Afternoons<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The end of summer is drawing near and I'm quite sad about it. Although my days of playing at home are almost over the last few days have been grand. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">On Thursday Anna and I were greeted by a cold summer rainstorm. The thunder crashed, the lightning struck, and we were in our cozy warm house. We dared to brave the weather and peek outside to view the glorious world around us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Anyway, Cafe Zupas was our destination because I absolutely love their food. I ordered my usual which is half a raspberry salad and a half order of mushroom bisque soup. I had to showcase these lovely foods because they are so completely delicious. Is your mouth watering yet? </span><br />
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Josh and I had a fun night on Saturday when we made brownies and had ice cream, it was delicious and a very good time together especially because we decided not to clean up. I also had this waiting for me on Monday morning along with an entire house to get cleaned up, but I don't mind.<br />
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And I don't mind because this is what I have to look forward to every morning. A darling little girl that drools all over when she sleeps just like her mom.<br />
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A little girl who loves to squirm around and stretch out when she gets up in the morning, and doesn't like her picture taken. (Do you like her elf ears?)<br />
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And after she stretches out and has her breakfast bottle, we get her in the tub- which she loves (although her face doesn't show it in this picture, we haven't gotten smiling down quite yet.)<br />
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When we get out of the tub we get lotioned up and dressed in a cute outfit and head right back to sleep for a morning nap in the bouncer chair.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">This last weekend was my sister's wedding and I was a little stressed out trying to get everything ready. On top of that, Anna had been throwing up all week long because of a formula we tried. Wedding + no sleep = one unhappy momma. Anyway....outside of the temple it was so crazy because there were brides everywhere. When Tommy and Sophie finally arrived we were all whisked away to take pictures. With so many people pictures took about 30 minutes. The day was exactly as Sophie had hoped, overcast with no rain and a slight breeze. These conditions made taking pictures quite enjoyable. But not for my Anna. My mind was so preoccupied with making sure everything was taken care of for the wedding so my sister could have her perfect day I didn't think to cover Anna for the time we were outside. Here is where the heartache part comes in...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">About 24 hours after the picture taking, Anna had a bright red face and blisters on one half of her face. That's right, my little one got very badly sunburned and it was totally preventable. My mom kept her for the night on Sunday so Josh and I could get some much needed sleep and when I came to pick her up this morning I completely broke down and fell apart. Her face looked like it hurt so bad and I just felt terrible. I know what a sunburn feels like, believe me and it's not fun. And now my little bug had a bad sunburn and I felt like it was all my fault. It's just heartbreaking when she screams in pain because I have to clean her blisters and she can't get comfortable enough to sleep. I felt like I shouldn't have been given the responsibility to be her mom and take care of her because it felt like I had failed completely. First we were on a formula that made her sick for an entire week and then she gets sunburned. Thankfully my wonderful mother has been taking care of me and Anna today because we are both a mess. I seriously don't know what I would do without the remarkable woman I call my mother. And hopefully Anna can say the same thing about me some day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Darling post about my lovely sister's wedding to come, with pictures even! Get excited :)</span>LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-78019331946297168082010-08-03T08:52:00.000-07:002010-08-03T08:52:30.829-07:00MorningsI love slow mornings.<br />
I love waking up to feed my darling and snuggling her right back to sleep in my arms.<br />
I love laying her in our bed in the early morning light to marvel at her beauty.<br />
I love taking in her sweet smell as I hold her close and feel her breathe. <br />
And I'm cherishing every moment because soon enough she won't be my little sleeping beauty, she will be my grown up princess.<br />
Being a mom is the greatest thing in the world!<br />
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Now I know that being pregnant is different than just gaining the weight but it was still hard for me to deal with. I just felt ugly the entire time. And now that Anna isn't inside anymore I'm doing my best to deal with the emotional aspect of the weight I did gain. So far I am doing great thanks to my <b><i>amazing </i></b>husband who always tells me how beautiful I am. Without him I would be very depressed and in a bad place.<br />
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To keep me motivated to get the weight off we have started a family style Biggest Loser contest. We are going to weigh in together every two weeks to keep track of progress and the final weigh in will be on Thanksgiving. Whoever loses the biggest percentage of body weight will get a new pair of jeans that the rest of us have to purchase for them. I am excited to get my whole family in on this so we can start a new healthy lifestyle together. After all....eating right and exercise is so much easier when you have someone to do it with.<br />
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Here is me 38 weeks pregnant, just 2 weeks before Anna's arrival:<br />
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Here is me 2 weeks after Anna was born:<br />
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My face looks pretty much the same but my belly sure doesn't! Thank goodness! When I was admitted to the hospital the day Anna was born I weighed in at 230 lbs (terrifying, I know!) So far I am down 27 lbs but that is just from Anna's weight and some water weight loss. Now I start my journey back to the body I loved!<br />
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Tools I am using to keep me on track:<br />
<ul><li> <a href="http://sparkpeople.com%20/">sparkpeople.com </a></li>
<li><a href="http://adailydoseofdieting.blogspot.com/">adailydoseofdieting.blogspot.com/ </a></li>
<li>wii fit</li>
</ul>Check out some of those tools if you find yourself on the same journey :) Hope everyone has a great week!LibTenneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939880125642582436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307422953218203104.post-89105786082221806582010-07-22T08:13:00.000-07:002010-07-22T08:13:21.626-07:00The Magic TouchI guess I always knew moms had a magic touch. I just never realized that I would have that magic touch. And as I wonder if I'm a good mom or not, my worries are put to rest when I pick up my little darling when she is fussy and the instant she is in my arms she calms right down. I <i>adored</i> the moment when Josh passed her over and when she was in my arms she knew who I was and she knew that I loved her.<br />
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Ya know what?<br />
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Nights are really not that bad- Josh takes the first feeding and I take the second. One of our favorite things to do is watch her explore the world. Anna loves to sprawl out on the couch and just look around for hours-it's amazing to see her learn even at this young age.<br />
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