tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30837312617716186322024-03-18T19:44:12.813-07:00Life SmithLife as a Smith (and making more Smiths).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-1931645889189796552015-12-02T16:12:00.002-08:002015-12-02T16:12:14.640-08:00Scale, you suck.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyrD49O-1zhST-dCUj9ihBp_XpntMo99dzuDzRm6L1nfwvMGaYN5KqeJU1taswaUhFTjdNG8lKacexRhA9XeMLbD__mOW1vMKO0znvF8_VPaun37Tam4PiSvRgBYtWdZgeQ0QA9rlOCMa/s1600/IMG_1782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyrD49O-1zhST-dCUj9ihBp_XpntMo99dzuDzRm6L1nfwvMGaYN5KqeJU1taswaUhFTjdNG8lKacexRhA9XeMLbD__mOW1vMKO0znvF8_VPaun37Tam4PiSvRgBYtWdZgeQ0QA9rlOCMa/s640/IMG_1782.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
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I have been working out almost everyday for the last 5 months. And the scale has barely budged. <br />
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It has been a crazy frustrating party of this journey. I spent my life before kids about 20 pounds lighter than I am right now, but also in <i>way</i> worse shape. (I've always been a self-proclaimed laze-mo/couch potato.) The most exercise I ever did was walking. ...there was a short stint of biking to work for a year before I had Elliott, but it was an 8-minute ride one way, and half of it was downhill. It almost doesn't even count. <br />
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Everyone I've talked to says not to rely on the scale. Muscle weighs more than fat, yadda yadda yadda. <br />
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But then you go to the doctor and your BMI is in the "obese" range, and a bunch of "official" sources tell you that you should weigh this much. And suddenly I'm weighing myself so often it's bordering on an obsession. And the whole thing is ridiculously exhausting!<br />
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So I'm 5 months in, and the scale has barely moved. But the tape measure...the tape measure has moved! And my clothes are fitting differently! And I'm needing to buy new pants! And I've got muscles I didn't even know existed! And I have more energy than I've ever had, and I can run with my kids on the playground and not get winded in 5 seconds! And I can dance ballet around my living room with my 2 year old and not feel like I weigh a million pounds! <br />
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And I'm realizing something. <br />
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The scale doesn't know <i>crap</i>! That digital number can't tell me how I look or how I feel or how healthy I am. It can't tell me how much of that number is bones or organs, water or food, <i>fat or muscles! </i>It can only tell me the number based on my body's relationship to gravity at any given moment. It also changes based on what type of floor it's sitting on (true story). <br />
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After 5 months, I'm finally learning to let go of that stupid number, and focus on what's really important. How I feel. Because that's the real reason I started this journey. To feel and <i>be</i> healthier. <br />
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So don't let that stupid scale get you down. It's not a mirror of anything. It can't tell you anything about yourself other than what you let it say.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-88751227319080652902015-11-30T16:20:00.004-08:002015-11-30T16:20:55.293-08:00Mexico here we come!Brad and I head to Mexico in 14 days for a week long vacation with NO KIDS!<br />
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Just let that sink in for a minute.<br />
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Me, Husband, beach, no crying children to chase after...SLEEPING IN! I'm not even sure how to feel about this.<br />
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Excited, obviously. but also nervous to leave my babies for an entire week. I've never been away from them for that long. <br />
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My original goal with exercising everyday was to have an amazing body for this trip. I'm definitely in better shape than when I started, but I've got a ways to go yet. Which is frustrating, but also not. I will just keep going, and someday I'll get there. <br />
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In the meantime, I'm doing another round of the 21 Day Fix to shed just a few more pounds. I've got less than 5 pounds to go until I hit my pre-babies weight! I'll let you know how I do. <br />
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I've got a few more spots left in my 21 Day Fix Challenge group! Comment below if you're interested in joining me! <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-82160756221945846382015-11-24T13:35:00.000-08:002015-11-24T13:35:13.033-08:00DressemberHuman Trafficking. Otherwise known as modern day slavery. Everyone's heard about it, but no one wants to admit that it's happening right in our own backyard. Me included.<br />
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Some of the news stories I've heard in the last 18 months, are the things that horror movies are made of. It literally makes me sick to my stomach every time I hear of a person that has become a victim of human trafficking. <br />
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But I never thought I had any power to do anything about it. <br />
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A few years ago, I learned about Dressember. I thought it was just a fun way for women/girls to have an excuse to wear a dress everyday for a month. I remember thinking "Oh, that could be fun, if I actually liked wearing dresses...but I don't soo..."<br />
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This year, I learned that Dressember atually means something, and it's something amazing. Dressember is a fundraiser to stop human trafficking. I have joined a team of amazing ladies to raise money to help those that have been victimized by human trafficking. I am not a dress wearer normally. But for this cause I will wear a dress for 30-days straight.<br />
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My goal is to raise $300. Would you consider donating? <a href="https://support.dressemberfoundation.org/fundraise?fcid=549430" target="_blank">Donate Here</a><br />
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Also, if you're interested in learning more about this. Here's the TED talk that got my attention.<br />
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A few months ago, I decided that I needed a change. A physical change, yes, but I also needed to change myself. Over the last few years, I unconsciously became a bit of a recluse. I've always been a bit of an introvert, and with all of the articles and memes on the internet lately supporting - even promoting - introverts, I started using my introversion as an excuse. I would think "I should call so-and-so and see if they'd like to do this." and then immediately I would follow up with, "well i don't want to bother them, and it's easier and faster if i just do it by myself." My kids had become my default friends.<br />
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But one thing about having friends that are toddlers...they're super flaky. I'd make plans to get us all out of the house, and then one of them would have the nerve to want a nap early that day. Or they'd get sick. Crazy thing about kids...they're <i>always</i> sick.<br />
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I was bored, and a little bit lonely.<br />
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So instead of reveling in it and feeling sorry for myself (for longer than necessary...of course, i did start out with that stuff), I decided that I would change. I would stop being so afraid of...whatever it is I was afraid of. I would stop saying no, and start saying yes. I would actually <i>answer the phone</i> when people call me<i>!!</i> I would stop using my introverted tendencies as an excuse, and start forcing myself to step out of my comfort zone.<br />
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And you know what I've found out? It's fabulous out here! I have done things I never would have thought I was capable of. I have been brave, and I realize that while I may be a tad bit introverted, I. Love. People! and also, maybe I'm not as introverted as I think I am!<br />
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I have let fear rule me for a long time. But now I'm choosing to be brave.<br />
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Are there areas of your personality that you let hold you back? What would you change if given the opportunity? What would it take for you to take that first step out of your comfort zone?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-29597837681722101542015-09-22T10:31:00.000-07:002015-09-22T10:32:13.353-07:00ProgramsI'm 6 weeks in. I finished one program already, and I'm nearing the end of a second one.<br />
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I started with a cardio/dance program called Cize, and it was awesome. You spend each work out learning a new hiphop dance routine. So much fun! I only decided to switch to a different program, because I wanted one that included a more detailed eating plan.<br />
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So, I switched to the 21 Day Fix. I like the format of it. Thirty minute workouts, and each workout is set up more like circuit training. Each day has a certain number of "rounds" and each round includes 1 or 2 exercises which you do for 60-seconds at a time. Makes the workouts go super fast!<br />
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This is my last week, and then I'm switching to another program. It sounds crazy, but I'm really hoping to find my "soulmate" workout. And honestly, I'm not a huge fan of weightlifting. Just my personal preference.<br />
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The next program is called Piyo, and is a combination of Pilates and Yoga. The best part....there are 8 different workouts and 6 out of the 8 are LESS THAN 30 MINUTES LONG! I'm pretty stoked about that part. Shorter workouts equal Yes.<br />
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I'm super excited about getting started.<br />
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The program is 60 days, which is perfect for me. The hubs and I are headed to Mexico for a wedding in December, starting this program in October will take me right up to the day we leave.<br />
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Can't wait!<br />
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I realize that I've had 2 children in less than 3 years, and I should be proud of what this body has accomplished. But my youngest is now 9 month old, and I'm feeling frustrated. I'm realizing that this body of mine is different. Much different. In the obvious ways and the not-so-obvious ways.<br />
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Since May, Brad and I have been eating a mostly low-fat plant-based diet. I'd say we stick to it approx 90% of the time. The weekends are the hardest, but even on the weekends we it's usually only 1-2 meals we eat that don't conform. <br />
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I've also cut out sugar. Which in an of itself should have made a HUGE difference. But nope. No dice.<br />
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Before having babies, all I had to do was stop eating cookies or eat less pasta.<br />
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I have never eaten this healthy in my entire life and I haven't weighed this much since puberty...<br />
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It's frustrating to say the least.<br />
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A few weeks ago, I decided that I should probably switch my focus. Instead of worrying about the number on the scale, I'll be focusing more on exercise. If I'm going to be thick, I may as well be strong, too.<br />
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I purchased a challenge pack from Beachbody (you know, the guys who make P90X). The challenge pack came with their premium protein shake, Shakeology, and the CIZE program. If you follow me on Instagram, you've probably seen my sweet dance videos.<br />
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And by sweet I mean, completely embarrassing. But for accountability purposes, I need to post them.<br />
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So this is my journey to be stronger, and healthier, AND ok with not being model-skinny...<br />
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This is Taylor. She was born in mid-November after a much shorter labor than her sister (thank goodness!). She came with all that hair on her head. She is our smiley, chatty, giant-eyed beauty. She is also much more vocal than her sister. She is growing much faster than Ellie did (she'll be in 6-month jammies before her 3-month birthday), and has a voracious appetite. She sleeps fairly well, but likes to throw in at least one horrible night of sleep every week or so; to keep me on my toes.<br />
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We weren't sure how Ellie would be with a younger sibling. She had a little bit of a rough time at first (once she realized Taylor is staying forever), but now, after nearly 3 months, she loves her baby sister. She wants to hug and kiss and hold her all of the time. However, if you're giving T attention, be prepared to have Ellie talking/yelling to you at the same time.<br />
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Taylor loves her big sister. She wants to watch everything Ellie does, and big sis gets the biggest baby grins. <br />
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Second-time motherhood, is such a crazy thing. My days feel hectic, but if you ask me what I do everyday, it sounds like nothing. I feel productive if I keep the kitchen clean; or clean-ish (I've never been one to put a lot of pressure on myself).<br />
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There have been a few days when my in-laws have taken Elliott overnight, and having just 1 baby is suddenly the world's easiest job. My husband and I look at each other like, 'why did we think this was so hard the first time?'<br />
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I thought I had given up writing. I debated on deleting this little blog of mine. I had pretty much decided I was done. I didn't want to exploit my child(ren) by making my blog all about them. They're too young to decide what they want their internet personas to be - if any. They can't tell me if they don't want a picture posted or a story told. And I thought that if I was going to blog, it should be about me and my stories, not someone else's.<br />
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But...over the last year, I've repeatedly found myself writing blog posts in my head. Finding random things to write about and then talking to myself like I'm telling a story to someone else. So I've decided to give this thing another round, and see where we go from here.<br />
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I have to tell you, though. My stories may be a bit boring. I want to be authentic and real here in my space, and that means I might be a bit dull. I'm up to my neck in diapers and naptimes, afterall. But I do promise to try to make it interesting for you, if you choose to follow along.<br />
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Sunday was Elliott's first birthday. It's hard to believe I have a 1-year old.<br />
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The last few weeks having been challenging, as a mother. She is crawling like crazy, but dying to walk. She knows a few signs, but wants to talk.<br />
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Her favorite activity is whining. And suddenly, in the last two weeks she has become a crier. Not just slight whiny cries either, but full-on screaming cries with giant crocodile tears.<br />
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She used to never cry. Ever.<br />
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We're also in the throws of separation/stranger anxiety. If you're not mom or dad (or maybe grandma) you better not touch her unless you want to get screamed at. I'm pretty sure she swore at her pediatrician yesterday, in baby-talk. <br />
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At the same time, she's also been the most fun. <br />
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When she's in a good mood, she's super happy and chatty. She gives big hugs and sweet kisses, and will look right into your eyes and give you the biggest gummiest smile you've ever seen.<br />
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She is daddy's princess, and squeals with delight whenever she hears his keys in the door each evening.<br />
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Despite the hardships of this age, I am so in-love with my girl. She is a beautiful soul with big brown eyes to match. <br />
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We're still around. In case you were worried, or something.<br />
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Life has been busy and boring all at the same time. Somehow our days are flying by, even though in the moment, they feel like they're dragging.<br />
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Elliott is 11 1/2 months old. Two weeks ago she started crawling, but she pretty much only crawls when she's desparate. She would much rather cruise around in her walker, or walk around holding onto things. Her favorite game, currently, is to hold our hands and make Brad or me walk her around the house. She says 'mama' and 'dada' and tries to say 'kitty.' Brad also recently taught her the sign for 'more,' though she'll mostly only do it for him. <br />
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This last week, she's been working on her first two teeth. She seemed nearly normal during the day (though she was a bit clingier and whinier than usual). But last night was the first night since last Thursday that either of us slept well. It was like life with a newborn all over again. <br />
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Last Sunday, we had her dedicated at church. Our small group (which consists of us and 2 other couples) all had baby girls in 2013, so we dedicated them all together. It was perfect.<br />
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Our next big project is to plan her 1st birthday party, which is just 2 short weeks away. I should've done this week's ago, but I have to admit, I've been procrastinating a bit. I don't want her to be 1 yet. So if I put off planning her party it won't happen, right? right...<br />
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Nothing really going on with Brad and I. ...minus the fact that we abandoned being paleo to be vegan... ha. Which, surprisingly, hasn't been that difficult. I actually really like it. It seems easier to eat vegan than to eat paleo... less things to avoid maybe?<br />
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After watching multiple documentaries on how healthy a plant-based diet is, we decided to give it a try. Brad has had some health issues 30-year-olds shouldn't have (high blood pressure, etc), and I'd like to weigh less. So it's a win-win for both of us to eat less garbage and more leafy greens. So far it's working out pretty well. We decided we'd stick with it through Brad's birthday in April, and then see how we feel about it. So far, we're both fairly certain it will be something we continue doing.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-91248538445463018602014-01-03T16:15:00.003-08:002014-01-03T16:15:55.869-08:00new cameraFor the last 5-10 years, the number one spot on my Christmas List has
been a DSLR camera. You know, the cameras that run for no less than
$600. It was never a surprise when it wasn't under the tree.<br />
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year, I finally gave up the dream. I left it off the list, and decided
that if I really wanted one I would just have to save up for it.<br />
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But then....Christmas morning came. I opened a gift from my sister, and there it was. A Canon EOS Rebel SL1. What. WHAT!?!?<br />
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It is awesome.<br />
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been taking pictures like crazy the last 10ish days. I'm still getting
the hang of how it works, and haven't even touched the Manual setting
yet, but look... These pictures are amazing!<br />
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2013 was a big year for us. </div>
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This year, we got really serious about budgeting, then we bought a new car; I stopped working; and, of course, the biggest thing of all, our sweet Elliott joined us and took over our home, our lives, and our hearts. </div>
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Today, after hearing the message at church, we decided to set a few goals for our family. Brad and I have made personal goals before, but we've never sat down to do it for the family as a whole. It seems like a great way to set out on the right foot. I'm not talking resolutions. While I would like to get in better shape, I'm also not fooling myself into thinking I'll suddenly want to go to the gym everyday. </div>
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We're each coming up with broad goals for each category: finances, marriage, family, home, etc.</div>
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I'd like to make date nights a priority, and paint the outside of our house, to name a few. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-19514013897884471042013-12-16T21:24:00.001-08:002013-12-16T21:24:55.726-08:00Happy Holidays!Just checking in to wish you all a Happy Holidays!<br />
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Having a baby changes your body. <br />
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Duh. <br />
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Note, I did <i>not </i>say it ruins your body. Because it doesn't. I think in a lot of ways, my body is better than ever. But then I've got this belly I didn't have before. <br />
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It's fine, really. This fat pad was protecting my baby-cake for 9 months. It did an excellent job of keeping her padded, safe, and warm. That's a pretty amazing thing.<br />
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However, now, nearly 9 months later, I'm ready for it to go away. <br />
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Nursing Elliott has helped a lot, but there's this last 10 pounds that is refusing to budge.<br />
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In an effort to lose the pounds and healthify these bods, Brad and I have decided to start eating paleo. <br />
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We're not going to be super strict with it. We don't eat a lot of dairy or legumes as it is, so we don't see a need to cute those out completely. <br />
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We're also not going to be SUPER strict on weekends. Sometimes, date night requires a burger and fries, knowwhatImean?<br />
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However, we do generally eat a lot of grains and sugar. Because I bake. And that is what baking is made of.<br />
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So starting yesterday, we've cut out grains and sugar, and I've been cooking paleo recipes.<br />
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I found this website the other day, paleomg.com. The girl is freakin' awesome. So many delicious-looking paleo baked goods. I made pumpkin chocolate chip muffins last night, and they are to die for. Brad couldn't believe they're paleo.<br />
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If all paleo baked good recipes are like this. I think we might actually succeed at this thing.<br />
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Has anyone else done paleo? How'd it go for you? Feel free to share any recipes you loved...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-8364848388811683992013-11-11T15:37:00.000-08:002013-11-11T15:37:12.164-08:00eight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Saturday, my lady love turned eight months old. Her little personality is showing more and more every day, and she is my favorite.<br />
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This month, she's started to wave hello/goodbye and shake her head 'no.' She's eating pureed foods, but has been showing a lot of interest in food from our plates. The only reason she hasn't had much yet is because her parents are paranoid that she will choke to death. Though she has successfully eaten pear and cauliflower on her own.<br />
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She is a very social little lady who loves to smile and chat with her baby friends and grandparents.<br />
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Her sleep is all or nothing. She sleeps through the night, or she's up every 3 hours. There is no in between.<br />
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She is not crawling yet, and seems to show no interest in it. If placed on her tummy, she instantly rolls to her back. She'd rather sit or stand up to play with her toys. I suspect she may skip crawling altogether.<br />
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We bought her a little push truck this weekend, and she can't get enough of it. She's great at balancing on it and pushing herself around the living room.<br />
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I seriously love being her mama. It is the best job I have ever had.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-72563548442906117592013-11-05T12:43:00.000-08:002013-11-05T12:43:12.685-08:00Kiesha<i>Elliott's entered in the National Gerber Baby Contest! Vote for her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Gerber?sk=app_586462271392312&app_data=48508" target="_blank">here</a>.</i><br />
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I have two sisters. I've mentioned that before, I'm sure. Well, about a week ago, I wrote a post about how we visited my youngest sister, and how she was kind of a poop when I told her I was pregnant with Ellie.<br />
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My other sister, Kiesha, was stoked about my pregnancy. To my surprise, actually. I guess I didn't think she'd care that much. She's busy with her career and then-boyfriend-now-fiance. But when I told her I was having a baby, she was super excited. <br />
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And when I found out I was having a girl, she immediately went out and bought lots of cute pink things. She also started planning my baby shower.<br />
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Auntie Kiesha's work is about a block away from Brad's work, so anytime Elliott and I go up to visit daddy for lunch, Auntie Kiesha also gets a visit. I'm a little afraid of what might happen if we came up and didn't tell her.<br />
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Both of my sisters, love my baby more than I thought they would. I don't have any nieces or nephews yet, so I didn't know what to expect.<br />
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They're very hands-on aunties. A few days after E was born, they demanded I text at least 2 photos per day so they could be a part of her daily activities.<br />
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It's weird being a grown-up with a baby. It's like watching my sisters play with my favorite and most delicate toy. Except now I trust them not to break her.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-76142846612749119362013-11-04T13:18:00.000-08:002013-11-04T13:18:57.599-08:00Pretty Baby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last month, I did something I said I'd never do. I entered my baby in a contest. <br />
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And not just any contest. The Gerber baby contest. <br />
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For many months people (usually friends of Elliott's grandparents) have suggested that we enter her in beautiful baby contests or sign her up for modeling, and I always said no. I didn't want to pimp out my baby.<br />
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Then, last month, I got a promo email from Gerber announcing their annual contest, and on a whim, I entered.<br />
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I'm sure it's not the first time I'll do something as a parent that I claimed I'd never do.<br />
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So now, you should all go vote!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://gerber.promo.eprize.com/photosearch/gallery?id=48508" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
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All of the contest photos have been given a frame around the baby's face. Unfortunately, this frame cut off half of Elliott's cute mug. And once they approved your submitted pic you couldn't change it. Why they approved HALF of her face is beyond me! I am <i>very</i> annoyed about it. <br />
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The full picture is above, though. Isn't she precious?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-14587466673053658992013-11-01T13:12:00.004-07:002013-11-01T13:12:48.554-07:00HalloweenWhen Brad and I first started hanging out together, we got really into dressing up for Halloween (or, really, any themed party). I actually failed this year at a costume. I meant to dress up so that my costume would go along with Elliott's, but I ran out of time and money.<br />
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However, Brad picked up the slack for me, and dressed to match our daughter. <br />
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Here's our little flower with her farmer (though he looks more like a cowboy. Cowboys can grow flowers, right?)<br />
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Ellie's a bit young for trick or treating. But Tacoma's Proctor Business District puts on a Halloween Event every year for the young kiddos. My mom's office happens to be smack dab in the middle of the block, so, of course we had to pay Grandma a visit.<br />
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We met up with a couple of Ellie's homies. They all looked super cute! Babies in costumes have to be the best thing ever.<br />
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I found Ellie's costume at a local 2nd hand shop, and I was pleasantly surprised...I didn't see another flower all evening!<br />
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Though, even if there was another flower, I'm sure mine would have been the cutest.<br />
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Seattle is known for its coffee drinking culture. Like 90% of the PNW's population, I spent some time working as a barista. I'm not sure I was a good one, but I do know how to work an espresso machine (one of the big ones with the twisty knobs, where you have to pay attention not to burn the milk).<br />
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And like everyone else, I love a good Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks.<br />
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However, I have a confession to make... I can't actually make good coffee. Like in a coffee pot. When I make coffee on weekend mornings, I have no idea what I'm doing. The water-to-coffee ratio is a total guess on my part. I don't know what kind of beans to buy, or how many to grind.<br />
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My husband likes his coffee really strong and really bitter. So my guessing usually works well for him. But I think my own coffee is gross.<br />
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The Kuerig has actually been saving my life lately. Especially during the week. I don't want to make an entire pot of gross coffee just for myself. We inherited the keurig coffee maker from my grandma when we moved her into an assisted living facility (she'd never used it!). And now I use it daily. But even still, I don't what kind of roast to buy. <br />
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I have coffee at other people's houses and it tastes sooo much better than the stuff I make.<br />
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So I need your help.<br />
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What's your favorite kind of coffee to buy and make at home? And also, how do you make it??Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-18040782390891660612013-10-25T13:04:00.001-07:002013-10-25T13:04:02.234-07:00AuntieLast week, my mom and I took Elliott on her first road trip.<br />
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My youngest sister, Kaelyn, is going to school at Oregon State University, and she's been begging me to bring her niece down for a visit.<br />
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It's funny, Kaelyn used to not like babies. When I told her I was pregnant, she said, "weird." Umm....thanks, sister. And when my sister came to visit us in the hospital on Ellie's birthday, she wouldn't even hold the baby.<br />
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She came back the next day and held Ellie for the first time. And that's when she fell in love.<br />
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Now Kaelyn tells me when she sees cute babies somewhere. Anytime Kaelyn is around, I am not allowed to hold my own child. Unless, Ellie needs to nurse or have a diaper change or something.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-11389727034917032572013-10-15T20:38:00.000-07:002013-10-15T20:38:03.458-07:00insomniaThese last two weeks have been challenging. I've been trying to remain upbeat and positive, but there's really just a lot of junk going on. It's hard.<br />
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I'm not sleeping well lately. There's lots in my brain right now and that translates to too many hours lying awake staring at the ceiling in the dark.<br />
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The two most minor things (which feel really huge): 1) Elliott has decided to start her 8-month sleep regression early (aka mama's not getting more than 2 hours of sleep at a time) and 2) We bought a car this weekend. Which you'd think would be a good thing. EXCEPT for the fact that we bought it used and now are needing to make repairs. Repairs to the tune of more than half of what we paid for the car itself.<br />
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First, I should really just stop writing about Ellie's sleep on here. Because when I talk about how she's sleeping well, it's nearly guaranteed that the night after I hit publish, her sleep patterns go out the window. I guess it's not abnormal that around 8-months old, babies experience a sleep regression (developmentally, she's 7 1/2 months old). Because of the amount of information and skills they're learning all at once, it makes it hard for them to sleep. Apparently this phase can last 3-6 weeks. We're about 1 week in now, and I feel like death. I'm exhausted and I've suddenly come down with a horrible head cold. I swear, I've had more colds in the last 7 1/2 months than I've had in the 5 years before she was born. Also, I'm so exhausted all the time, that I have a really hard time just falling asleep. I'm sure all I need is one great night of sleep. But apparently that's not happening for at least another 2 weeks.<br />
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Second, this is another reason I've been losing sleep. This is our new-to-us 2001 BMW X5. Bought used with low miles and fully loaded interior: Leather seats, integrated phone, DVD player, and other fancy things. Basically, it's a sexy beast. I did the online research about this year and model, and it looked great on paper. But we weren't able to have it inspected before we purchased it because we bought it on a Saturday (aka mechanics closed day). It felt good when it drove, and it seemed like it was fine. And so we went with it. Well, it's not fine. Apparently the previous owners, didn't take great care of it. Today, we took it in to have an oil change, and a general inspection. It needs A LOT of work. The mechanic said it's a great car, but it's been neglected. Originally, we said if it needed too much work, we'd list it on Craigslist and try to sell it for what we paid. However, after realizing how bad it was, we decided we couldn't do that in good conscience. We got screwed, and we can't do that to someone else. While it puts us into debt to fix it (and that's what we've been trying to get out of), it doesn't break us. And so we're fixing it. And keeping it. I'm excited about it and not at the same time. I've been praying a lot about it, and I hope it will be a blessing for us and not a continued burden.<br />
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In both of the above cases (the baby and the car), they're lucky they're cute. The baby more than the car obviously.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-44196234267047706512013-10-10T14:05:00.002-07:002013-10-10T14:05:50.332-07:00Old LadyYesterday, Elliott turned 7 months old.<br />
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Aside from being a good daddy to our Elliott, he is very handy around the house.<br />
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A few weeks ago, I asked for a desk. I'd planned on thrifting one, and painting it or something, but when I brought it up he said he'd build one for me. I was thinking it'd be just a basic desk, you know, legs and a table top, but Brad doesn't like to have ugly things in our house.<br />
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The drawer in the desk, is actually fake. If you pull on the handle, the whole front actually folds down to reveal a shelf that's the length of the the desk.<br />
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Nail polish is a weekness of mine. Nearly everytime I go to Target, I buy a new color... But usually not Essie brand, because it's more money. Well, the friend Brad was visiting has an aunt that works for Maybelline. And Brad was able to pick these out for me. Not only is it an awesome good for me gift, but these are perfect colors! Especially the coppery one. Hello, Fall!<br />
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Basically, he's the best.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13744516457708129194noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083731261771618632.post-65367720655921260292013-10-01T17:13:00.004-07:002013-10-01T17:13:51.517-07:00OctoberSometimes, I can be a total brat. (and the way I spell brat is "b-i-t-c-..." you get the idea.) Those times happen most during certain times of the month, or when I'm lacking sleep. <br />
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Unfortunately for my husband, there's nowhere for him to hide when the beast comes out.<br />
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He's an amazing husband and he takes my abuse like a pro.<br />
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I actually wasn't aware of how bad I got until recently.<br />
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Basically the only thing that can make me smile is my baby. She's too cute to be mad at. <br />
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In an effort to be a more gracious and pleasant human being, I've decided to make some changes.<br />
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First, I need to get out more. I hesitate to make plans on a daily basis, because I want to make sure Ellie is getting all the sleep she needs. And since she doesn't stay awake for more than 90 minutes at a time, that makes it difficult to get out of the house and do stuff. I've trapped myself indoors.<br />
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Second, I need more sleep. For the month of September, Elliott decided she wanted to wake up every 3 hours again. She's been sleeping mostly through the night (only waking once a night) since she was like 4 months. So this was a shock to my system. And because I was so tired, I actually couldn't fall asleep. I would lie awake at night for hours, and when I'd finally drift off, it was time to get up with her again. I exhausted all month. Finally, last week, she went back to only waking once a night. I'm finally starting to feel like a human again. Now what I will do is take a nap every day.<br />
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Lastly, I've decided to limit the amount of time I spend staring at my iPhone. I've had a love/hate relationship with my phone for a while now. I love that it takes such great photos. I am constantly snapping pics of my little (as you know, if you follow me on <a href="http://instagram.com/carleefacesmith" target="_blank">Instagram</a>). However, even after she goes to bed, I find myself reading articles, Googling random junk, and just starting at Instagram and Facebook for hours. It's like my go-to when I have any millisecond of downtime. Like going to the fridge when you're bored. It is the worst. And it's caused some problems in my marriage.<br />
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There are a few ladies that I follow on Instagram who've announced that they are taking a break from social media for the month of October, and I have to say, I'm intrigued. I want to be present with my baby, with my husband, and with my friends. I want to be grateful for my life, not comparing myself to others via social media. So I'm thinking I may join them. <br />
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I will still post here (and probably more often), but I'll be deleting the Instagram and Facebook apps from my phone so I won't be tempted. Wish me luck! <br />
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This is going to be hard...<br />
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