tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17926680299475556972024-03-05T22:48:51.208-08:00The Education of Mrs. HowardAbout to get schooled in motherhood. bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.comBlogger316125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-64850629415925230682019-11-20T10:53:00.001-08:002019-11-20T10:53:54.251-08:00The road to Silas (part 2)<br />
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If you missed part one, you can find it <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1792668029947555697#editor/target=post;postID=5009971624358772889;onPublishedMenu=allposts;onClosedMenu=allposts;postNum=0;src=postname" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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After the fateful text message to Trevor that I was indeed pregnant, I just sat in the closet trying to make sense of what was about to be our new normal.<br />
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I had all the concerns.<br />
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A few of the top contenders:<br />
1. Was this baby healthy (raw sushi, wine, a disappearing pelvic mass, and 5 years time lapse in taking prenatal vitamins were just a few of the random things that coincided with my early pregnancy weeks)<br />
2. How the heck did this happen<br />
3. Our family felt complete already + what felt like a giant age gap<br />
4. Could my 33 year old body do this again.<br />
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I decided then that if I was going to indeed have another baby, I was going to do it the exact way I wanted.<br />
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We confided in a couple of support people and booked an appointment with a midwife. I started weight training with our friend Will and started taking some vitamins and supplements regularly. These combined factors helped me accept this pregnancy as happening, although anyone in our life will tell you I wasn't excited about it.<br />
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Once I passed the 12 week mark and our genetic test came back clear, we began to spread the news. This was maybe the most enjoyable part. We were vocal about being finished with kids, so we made more than a few people cry, probably out of shock!<br />
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My pregnancy progressed normally and soon it was go-time.<br />
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<br />bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-50099716243587728892019-05-08T07:23:00.002-07:002019-05-08T07:33:29.101-07:00The road to Silas (part1)It is no secret that Trevor and I were (very) done having kids after Hazel. She was a rough baby and we were in no hurry to repeat the newborn experience. We had two healthy kids, a new degree and job, and moved home to friends and family. Life was pretty easy.<br />
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In January of 2018 I started having some weird symptoms: pelvic pain, weird bleeding, tenderness in my abdomen. So I went to get it checked out. After a normal pap, and a physical exam by an Gynecologist, they discovered there was a mass in my pelvis near my left ovary but not connected to anything. It was about the size of my fist (9cm/6cm/3cm). After bloodwork, two ultrasounds, and an MRI, and one round of antibiotics the mass disappeared as easily as it came. Also, it took with it, our birth control.<br />
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So, like the responsible people we are, we decided to recoup some of the money we spent on the pelvic mass and wait to seek out further permanent birth control. And that worked...until it didn't.<br />
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In July I knew my ovulation would fall close to our 10th anniversary, but I carefully tracked it and thought we would be 3-4 days in the clear. Turns out, I was wrong.<br />
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I found out I was pregnant in early August and proceeded to sit in my closet with the pregnancy test and curse. Then I texted my friend Jodi, who was overjoyed (more cursing) and sent Trevor a photo of the positive pregnancy test while he was at work...(oops).<br />
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Well hello Fall, 2016. So somehow moving back to Missouri, to our place and our people has increased our social schedule a bit. And we love it. All 4 of us. This poor little blog has fallen to the side and been replaced by actual social interaction. Anyways you both have kept growing. You still are crazy about each other. You never fight. I mean it, never. Miles, you always share with your sister and include her in your games. Hazel, you think your brother is the best in the world. You ask for him each morning. </div>
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You both started preschool this fall. You go on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9-1. Hazel, you love your teacher. Miles, you love learning letters. You both are always excited when I tell you in preschool day. I love the things you are learning and that your teachers send home newsletters about what you do each day.</div>
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We also bought you a house. Yes, a real house with a back yard. You have your own rooms, a basement, and pretty much as much room as you want to run around. We are so happy you will have a home to look back on in your childhood. We can't wait for you to grow into it. Boy, was it a lot of trouble to house shop with your dad! </div>
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Hopefully I can get back on board with updating more than seasonally, but if not, know your mom was too busy being with you than writing about it. :)bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-26551889984954027822016-01-27T17:14:00.000-08:002016-01-27T17:14:26.351-08:00Hazel -18 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I'm not sure when you turned into a toddler, rather than a baby but it definitely happened. You can do so many things that catch me off guard, I guess in my mind you are still a baby. You love to play peek-a-boo, blow kisses, wave hi and bye, and give high fives. You love to roar like a dinosaur and race cars fast with your brother. You rock and kiss babies and wrestle with your Pops. You are the perfect mixture of sweet and tough. </div>
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You mimic everything. The other day I heard you saying 'one, two' over and over. You don't have any idea what counting is, but you know the words go together. You can repeat almost anything I ask you to say. Your favorite words are: shoe, yah!, and no.<br />
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You are so silly. You have the best laugh and are pretty ticklish. Your eye sparkle when you are excited and get dark when you are angry. You do not like to be forced to do things you don't want to do. And when your mind is made up, watch out. <br />
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You are 21 lbs. You have 10 teeth. You love all food. You also love dogs. The more they lick you the more you like them. You like to dance when you hear music and clap when songs are over. You enjoy 'playing' the piano with your dad. You still have your favorite people: Mama, Grammy, Granny Nina, Gramma, and Hannah. But you have finally decided that you don't hate bible class.<br />
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Hazel Lane, you are everything I would have picked out for a daughter, you complete our family.bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-70801411732304799192016-01-21T17:14:00.001-08:002016-01-21T17:14:24.049-08:00Hazel's Health Department VisitI feel like a lot happened today. My kids just get more and more funny each passing day. I need to record it because I will not remember it next week. <br />
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First, today we took my in-laws to the airport to catch their plane for Florida. On the same day that it snowed 5 inches. Guess who took a fall before we even left the driveway. Yes. Me. Luckily I wasn't carrying any toddlers. So my left shoulder and hip are a little sore from getting personal with the driveway. After we dropped Grammy and Papa off, we needed to go get Hazel's shots. We missed our 15 month shots due to moving from OK to MO and the insurance mess that ensued. So we are finally insured in Missouri and went to get the shots at the local health department. Our appointment was at 10 am, but we were done at the airport at 8:30, so I called and asked if we could come early.<br />
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We arrived and got checked in. The first thing I noticed where on all her forms they had printed "William Hazel L Howard. Do not even ask me where they got the William from. Maybe it was on the document they edited to make Hazel's name sticker? I had to have them change it. We got into the room and they started going over Hazel's shots that she needed (5) which I already knew. My motto::Just get them over with. Then they talked me into getting her a flu shot as well. Then they explained Miles and I needed flu shots and could get them today, aka, right then. Now in the car I had told Miles he wasn't getting any shots. So while I tried to decide how to break it to the two year old with the memory of steel, I filled out more paper work for Miles and I.<br />
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I got my shot first as an example. They chose my right arm, to insure I had both arms sore. Because, it's not like I carry around two 20lb toddlers every day. Next, Miles got to get his 'flu mist'. While they were trying to instruct my two year old how to 'sniff' they asked what his favorite food is. He said, very confidently, 'Sushi'. So then I had two nurses saying. 'sniff like you are smelling sushi' over and over. It felt as ridiculous as it sounds.<br />
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Next Hazel got her plethora of shots. They were nice enough to spread them out between all four of her appendages. She was so angry that they were holding her down, she didn't even cry. After I got her clothes back on her and sat her up she told the nurses 'thank you'. They weren't sure what to make of that.<br />
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Lastly, the nurses decided to give my children stickers. I picked out a Doc McStuffins one for Hazel and Miles picked out a weird cartoon-y looking owl. The nurse asked him where he would like it. he held his fist out and said 'knuckles please'. They looked puzzled and asked where he learned that word. I told them, we call body parts by their names. They didn't ask any more questions.<br />
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Then we went to Gramma's to sled. *See photos*<br />
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This holiday season has been so much fun so far! We have been doing lots of Christmas-y things trying to prepare Miles (and Hazel) for what is to come. Nothing is more fun than toddlers at Christmas. He has learned the words to Jingle Bells. He can sort of tell the Nativity story. (He calls the Wise Men the thighs men) and we are working with him on showing kindness to others.<br />
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We have also decorated a gingerbread house, seen two Christmas parades, and sat on Santa's lap. We are treating Santa like Mickey Mouse. Fun to visit, fun to read about but not encouraging our kids to think he enters the house and leave gifts. We also aren't teaching them about any naughty or nice lists. <br />
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We are spending lots of time with family and friends and soaking up the cheerfulness that is all round us. Miles and Hazel love to un-decorate our Christmas tree, but so far haven't messed with the wrapped gifts under our tree. </div>
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<br />bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-44438256804329413052015-10-21T14:27:00.002-07:002015-10-21T14:27:19.758-07:00What I want to remember::Oct 2015Miles calls bracelets, 'biscuits'.<br />
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He says 'It broken' about anything that isn't working how he wants it to.<br />
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He tells Hazel 'No Hazel', and points his finger at her when she is doing something she shouldn't.<br />
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He says 'No thanks' when he doesn't want to do what I ask him.<br />
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He calls all drinks, Coke or Milk. **disclaimer, he doesn't drink Coke.<br />
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He has the words 'on' and 'off' confused. He will hold up his foot with his shoe and sock, and ask us to take his shoe on.<br />
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He will tell us when he is ready for a nap.<br />
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He will tell us when he is ready to leave some where by pointing the direction our vehicle is parked saying 'bye bye, car'<br />
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Any time we pull into the church parking lot he yells 'Jesus!'<br />
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He know his friends' names.<br />
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He loves to give hugs, especially to Hazel.<br />
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He calls us: Mama, Daddy, and Hazel and he usually has to try all three names on the person he is talking to, to get to the correct one.<br />
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He doesn't not enjoy rough play. But he loves coloring, puzzles, bubbles, or playing ball nicely.<br />
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He doesn't know all his colors but he can identify yellow most of of the time.<br />
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He can count to 14 and knows his basic shapes.<br />
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He loves being outside.bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-43189301028333598072015-10-11T13:23:00.000-07:002015-10-11T13:23:47.547-07:00Hazel is One!...3 months late <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Oh Hazel Lane, I can already hear you now. You will probably be about 12 years old, looking at your brother's <i>three</i> mega baby-books and asking, "Where's mine, mom". Well girl, you see, you don't have one. And I'm sorry. But I did put all your hospital things in a nice zip lock bag. I would have made you a nice baby book, but the thing is, every time I tried, you thought you needed to be held. or eat. or something. Every. Single. Time. So I made the decision that you demanded. And I know, without a doubt I will never regret the hours I held, rocked, bounced, and nursed you instead of cutting nice pictures out and adding embellishments. </div>
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You are one year old. You think you are 20. You jabber at anyone who will listen, and already have your mind made up about the world. You are over it. You are not enticed one tiny bit by baby toys, noise makers, or new things. You only want your people. There are about 5 of us, and I am disappointed to say that the church bible class lady, isn't one of them. You have a look that tells me you know exactly what is going on. </div>
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Hazel, you are every bit a Howard. You are a carbon copy of your Grammy. Your only trace of me is the brown of your eyes. Listen, many people will go on about your brother's big baby blues, but brown eyes haven't failed me once. And I don't need sunglasses all the time, like the wimpy blue-eyed out there. You are graceful. You have a poise that I can honestly say I have never possessed. You carry yourself almost daintily. You stoop to pick up something and it almost looks like a ballet move. You balance this out by having a snaggle-tooth. (you can't be perfect, after all) You also love to eat dirt, rocks, leaves, and anything else your brother doesn't even want to touch. </div>
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Sister, I know for sure you have a had a great first year of life. I also know for sure each one will keep getting better. You have dad who thinks you are the best, a mom who keeps you humble, and a brother who puts up with your every move. You have got it made. I hope you always feel the love and support that we have for you. You complete our family. </div>
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There is a reason I have been a terrible blogger. I have recently changed my primary email address. My old email address is connected to blogger, so I have to sign out of my new gmail account and into my old one to post. It is so annoying to do that. Therefore, the updates have been more spread out than I would like them. So it seems another month has passed.<br />
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Also, I have been busy helping with a local co-op here in Tulsa. I really love seeing the behind the scenes work of a co-op and I LOVE the great deals. So when I jump on the computer for a minute during the day it is to enter a mobile order or fix a spread sheet.<br />
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I took Hazel to the doctor last week for her 9 month check up. She was exactly 18lbs. She was 28 inches long. Her head was 18 inches around. She is healthy and doing great. She can say 'dada' when asked and also says ba ba ba at random times. She doesn't say anything related to mama. I have tried to tell her it's her best bet at getting things she wants, but she doesn't believe me. Girl is stubborn. She can pull up and move herself where ever she wants to go, without crawling. She rocks back and forth on her hands and knees but prefers rolling as her method of movement. She has decided she likes bottles and loves to feed herself people food. She has grown out of all of her 6-9 month clothing and now wears 12 month. I find it a lot harder to get rid of her and Miles' clothes these days. Don't get me wrong I do not want any more babies..the clothes are just so cute.<br />
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Miles had Hazel have started playing together more. Their favorite game is Miles hides behind things and pops out. It makes Hazel laugh, so he does it over and over and over. Seeing them interact makes my mama heart happy. It also frees up time for me to pack. I feel like I just got unpacked. But we are here again, move #9 as a married couple. Missouri, here we come (again). Hopefully this time we will get to stay longer than the last time we moved back. (Move #2:: 3 months)<br />
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The kids had a great Easter and next weekend is Miles' birthday party, followed by him turning 2 on April 23rd. Trevor graduates Pharmacy School on May 9th and we move home on May 28th. The next month and a half are sure to be crazy, but we wouldn't want it any other way!bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-48091534769021687642015-03-18T14:15:00.000-07:002015-03-18T14:15:36.454-07:008 Months/22 months-- Spring Break 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For some reason, these two think they need to keep getting older. Don't get me wrong, I am happy about their new skills and some more independence, but it seems like the older they get the less free time I have. I would have thought it would have been the other way around. Shows what I know. Now that Hazel can move herself around a bit (scooting, rolling) I have to be more aware of where Miles is. He rarely hurts her, but does enjoy feeding her whatever he is eating. This sometimes requires me to rush over and pluck things out of her mouth. She still has zero teeth, by the way.<br />
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Miles has discovered that he would rather be outside. All the time. He goes to the door, knocks on it, and asks for his shoes and says 'owww-sigh' over with increasing emotion. He gets very upset when it is time to come inside. I can't wait until we live in a house with a nice fenced in yard and he can just go out and play! He is starting to really name objects these days instead of just repeating what we say. He will point to things and say their name. He knows who people are. He answers questions and is forming 3 word sentences. It is so nice to be able to communicate!<br />
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We took a short spring break trip to Missouri to see the cousins and grandparents. Miles and Hazel adore their cousin, Audrey. She is so helpful. Where do I find myself a 9 year old? We went to Silver Dollar City and Miles rode his first baby roller coaster. </div>
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When we got back from Missouri, we went to the zoo with some friends. Miles loved looking at the animals.<br />
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He was less excited about me trying to take his picture.<br />
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After checking out the animals, we played n the playground at the zoo. It was a successful Spring Break.</div>
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The weather around here has been awesome! We have been taking walks/jogs in the park daily as well as playing outside our apartment complex. I can not wait to have a back yard or neighborhood for them to play in. I've been exercising during naptimes and trying to continue to improve my photography. These two pictures are my first attempts at editing. I am currently using Lightroom, because that's what my course suggests. I haven't purchased it, so we will see what I think in 30 days. I'm happy with how my photography is progressing. </div>
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Miles had his first toddler fit the other afternoon about his lunch. I had served him up some mac and cheese with avocado mixed in, which he likes and has eaten before. For whatever reason he decided he wasn't going to eat it that day. After closing his mouth and shaking his head no and pushing the food off the plate on to his highchair tray, I took the food away. A few minutes later he brought me a a nutri-grain bar. Don't think so brother. He went down for his nap hungry. (Don't worry, he ate an entire egg and banana for breakfast, so he wasn't going to starve.)<br />
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This chunky-girl is so strong. She loves to move herself around on her stomach and stand holding our fingers. She still makes lots of babbling noises. She goes in for her 6th month check-up (a month late) #2ndbaby next Monday. I'm interested to see how much she weighs. She is starting to interact more and more. We love it. I think it's safe to say that the Howards are not newborn people. We like our babies rockin' and rollin'.bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-36973919237693045022015-02-05T17:15:00.003-08:002015-02-05T17:15:32.915-08:00Hazel:: 7 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Somehow each month my babies keep getting older. Funny how that happens. These two adore each as usual. It amazes me how tough Hazel is and how sweet Miles is. He sometimes gets a little rough with his 'love', and she takes it all in stride. For example, in this picture he's leaning all his weight on her and she is just hanging out. </div>
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Hazel has started eating some solids. She loathes baby food. She sticks her tongue all the way out and makes it impossible for me to get a spoon in her mouth. She will eat anything as long as she is the one holding it. No teeth yet, but I think she is working on some, girl has been fussy! She can move her self side to side on her blanket, sit up for long periods of time, and get herself from her stomach to her back and over again. She is much more motor-ly inclined than her brother was at this age.<br />
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She is still not that great at napping and a champion breast-feeder. It's becoming more and more clear the older she gets, she knows exactly what she wants and she is stubborn enough to get us to do it!bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-47546590578388510392015-01-20T14:52:00.001-08:002015-01-20T14:52:54.894-08:00Miles at 20 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Miles: You are so fun. Ever since you decided to get on the walking *more like waddling* band wagon your fun-meter is off the charts. The thing that makes you the most fun is that you are really able to make your wants and needs known with your words! You frequently ask where certain people are, ask to go outside, ask to get in your crib, ask for the toy you want, ask to get up or down. You know where your eyes, nose, head, mouth, ears, and belly are. You can count to 6. You know the names of all of our family members. You can say 'Hazel' (Hah-Zull) but you call her 'sis-ser' most of the time.</div>
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You love helping put wet clothes in the dryer and match socks to put away. You love people especially kids. It doesn't phase you when they are older than you or you are outnumbered. You sometimes like animals. You still sleep wonderful! Most of the time you take two fulls naps a day and still sleeping all night.<br />
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I can tell you don't feel good by your eyes. You never fuss but the sparkle is gone. We just got over your second real illness in your twenty months. I never would have known you had an ear infection if the doctor didn't tell me.<br />
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It is so fun to watch you learn new things and new words. We love you more each day!bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-14853214941126662532015-01-16T13:23:00.002-08:002015-01-16T13:23:56.287-08:00Hello 63 degreesWelcome back, sun and warm weather. Feel free to stick around. So far today I have done laundry, dishes, vacuumed, cleaned up Miles room, and showered. I get this nice pep in my step when I can open the windows and breathe fresh air!<br />
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Hazel is sitting up well now on her own. I snapped these in my bedroom the other day. I liked how natural her eyes look in them. This is the color they look in real life. So often in pictures they just look dark and I can't see the greens and browns that are in them. She is such a good sport for me snapping away. What a fun girl she is turning into!<br />
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Hello cruds! You hit our house solid on January first with Trevor. I may have not been so sympathetic towards him while he weathered the illness. I have babies to take care of and two is my maximum. Then Miles started coming down with a cough about 4 days ago and each day has gotten progressively worse. Well, turns out our boy has ear infections, bronchitis, and tonsillitis all at once. So fun. Let's add to it that Trevor jets off to rotations for the 12 wake-time hours each day and it's so cold I can't take the kids outside. January, you have been rough. But I will win.bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-71465141424586944402015-01-05T10:34:00.001-08:002015-01-06T06:54:21.990-08:00Cheese!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In an effort to get Miles to look at me while I'm taking his picture I often put something on top of my head. I think it relaxes his face and opens up his eyes--one of my favorite of his features. Yesterday, I caught him with this puzzle piece on his head yelling cheese! I know the picture doesn't fall into the 'rule of thirds' very well, but I still really like it. I have no idea how to use editing software--I haven't got to that lesson in my photography class yet.<br />
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I also feel the need to blog about this photo because I have significantly cut my time back on facebook and went through a spree of unfriending and unfollowing. I think that may mean I'm inching ever closer to uncool adulthood. If it wasn't for my photography group and my co-op group I would get rid of it altogether.<br />
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Happy Monday!bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-62073999379603541972014-12-31T12:27:00.001-08:002014-12-31T12:27:24.682-08:002015 resolutions1. Take better pictures. I have tons of pictures of Miles and Hazel, but I don't have professional ones taken regularly. So I would like to learn to take higher quality pictures of them. I have been taking some online lessons the last few days, and I think I'm improving. They are in order of the last three days, with the oldest being the top picture.<br />
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bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-81573556833920436452014-12-28T17:26:00.003-08:002014-12-28T17:26:58.048-08:00Christmas 2014How in the world is it the end of December? This year has flown by. Maybe it was the move to Tulsa, the fact I had a baby, or that Miles turned 1. I can't believe we are closing in on 2015. 2015 holds lots of exciting things: Trevor's pharmacy school graduation, I turn 30, and no more pregnancies for me! I'm sure there will be other things, but those are at the top of my list currently. Before I get ahead of myself, here is a glimpse of Christmas 2014.<div>
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Hazel is sitting up by herself! She enjoyed seeing all her grandparents and they all agreed that she is much more pleasant to be around these days!</div>
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We went and say the Rhema lights here in Tulsa. Everyone laughed as they passed us. It could have been the fussy pink puff I had strapped to my front. </div>
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We also visited Silver Dollar City, in Branson. Miles loved all the lights. We watched the parade and rode the carousal.</div>
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On Christmas Eve we celebrated at Pops and Gramma's house. </div>
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Hazel (0), Miles (1), Kaia (3), and David (5) all showing off their Christmas pajamas that Gramma made.</div>
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Miles' older cousins are so patient with him. It is so fun to see him trying to be just like them!</div>
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Hazel checks out her new toys.</div>
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Christmas morning we went to Grammy and Papa's to open more presents! (Miles has a red lip because he tripped and fell at SDC. Good thing Papa had a hanky ready to stop the bleeding!)</div>
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Grammy and Miles check out the stockings</div>
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Papa and Hazel watch from the couch.</div>
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Miles with his new piano. He's a natural!</div>
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Miles trying out his new beanbag chair!</div>
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We also celebrated Christmas with my Granny Nina in Conway and have plans to celebrate with Meme and Poppy in Kansas City this next weekend. By the end of the month we will be all Christmased out. We are so thankful for the family and friends we have who love our kids to pieces. </div>
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bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-65944030658631713522014-12-11T14:26:00.001-08:002014-12-11T14:34:56.063-08:00Knee-Walking and Snot bubblesWell hello months 5 and 19.<br />
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I am sitting here at 4pm while the two of you nap, trying to put my thoughts together to sum up the last month.<br />
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Miles: You are ridiculous. The last 2 months have been a ongoing battle to get you to walk on your feet. Yes, my friend, knees are not made for walking. I think, crossing my fingers, that we are finally there. You see, it is important for you to walk because you weigh 25 pounds. That is a lot to carry around. We joked that you must be afraid of heights. The doctor kept reassuring us that there was no medical reason you weren't walking... (that sounds like the same tune I heard when you wouldn't crawl). I think you just understand consequences and knew it would hurt if you fell. You are cautious and methodical. I think these traits will serve you well. Besides the whole walking thing, you are right on track with your age development. You can stack 5 blocks on top of each other. You say lots of words: { no, thank-you, water, Mama, Dada, Nana, (Grammy- sounds like mammy), more, here ya go, love you, cookie, ball, book, uh oh, duck, quack, doggy, nose, mouth, moo, drink, baby, sister, hello, hi, bye, Pops, open, eye, yes, milk, Miles, two, three, wee, donut, ho ho ho} There are probably more. Lately you've been stringing them together in two word sentences. You know how to put your clothes in your hamper. You even follow directions! I hope you are this helpful and easy going at age 12!<br />
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Hazel: You are ridiculous. You talk cons-tant-ly! The doctor even commented that you were advanced in your babbling. You can roll, sit up for short periods of time, hold your neck like a pro. You love to chew on your hands. You hate binkies and bottles. You would rather be sitting up than cradled. Every time you cough or sneeze, you fart. You love to watch your brother. You are 16lbs and 26 inches long. I am happy to say you and dad both survived your 3 days together while I did a practicum for my Master's degree. This is mostly kuddos to him because you weren't the most pleasant person to be around. You have also been battling a cold this month. You have the most epic snot bubbles ever. You win grossness and boogies.<br />
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You both still adore each other. Here Miles is 'reading' Hazel their first Christmas card. Miles is always 'sharing' whatever toy he has with Hazel. Hazel will roll herself whichever way she needs to so she can see where Miles is at all times. I am so excited to see how their relationship grows as they get older.</div>
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Hazel spends most of her day watching Miles. She loves to see what he's doing and be as close to the action as possible. She rarely cries these days, but when she does it's most likely because she has lost sight of her brother. She reserves her best smiles for him. </div>
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Here is a little size comparison. She is catching up! Her head is just as huge as his was as a baby, and I'm confident it's not finished growing. On a side note, I hate my Samsung Galaxy 5. I would give anything to get my iPhone camera back. Live and learn.</div>
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I don't want you to think Hazel's affection for Miles is one-sided. He loves her too. Here he is cradling her chin, smiling at her. She is one lucky gal to have such a sweet big brother.<br />
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Here they are first thing in the morning. Miles is always super excited to see that Hazel is still around when he gets up It's safe to say, she puts up with him 'loving' her, very well. </div>
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Our girl recently had to get some new clothes because she is SO long. She can wear 3-6 month clothes as long as they don't have feet. Her pj's are 9 months in order to not crunch her toes. This is why she is frequently photographed in her brother's old pajamas.<br />
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I am pretty excited to see what her official stats are when we go in for our 4 month check up next week. This girl is on the move. Watch out world! <br />
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Fall break:<br />
We went home home (Southwest Missouri) for Fall Break. Oh the leaves. The cool breeze. Our people. Every time I make this trip I do not want to return to Oklahoma. Not one tiny bit. Trevor and I grumble the whole way home, 'is it May yet?'. It's just so good for us and the kiddos to be home. Seeing Miles with his grandparents seals the deal for me. Miles adores his Papa Ward. *This could be because Papa Ward gives him EVERYTHING he wants* That's what Papas are supposed to do. Miles is devastated for days after we return home. Grandparent detox is real, I promise.<br />
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We also spent some time with Miles and Hazel's cousins. This is probably a very close second to why we are excited to be home. I love the idea of my kids growing up with their cousins. David is SO good with Miles. He makes him laugh harder than anyone else. Kaia loves to 'mother' Miles and Hazel. I can't wait until they can call run around together. My brother and sister-in-law are raising some great kids.</div>
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Miles turned 18 months a few days ago. A year and a half! Wow! He has an increasing vocabulary.</div>
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His favorite words are: Papa, Baby, Uh oh, here ya go, and thank you. He can mimic and repeat most of the things I ask him to, but he only uses 10-15 words for his own benefit. He also can put shapes in the right holes on his shape sorter and stack blocks on top of each other. He loves to paint and draw and if he does something that makes you laugh, he keeps doing it to get the same reaction. He also loves his sister, sometimes too much.</div>
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Hazel is nearly 4 months old. She is one strong girl. She holds her head up like a pro, rolls both directions, can tri-pod sit for a few seconds and needs to be part of the action all the time. We recently switched her to a convertible car seat, instead of the newborn ones you carry. She loves it. She likes that she can sit up straighter and higher. She no longer screams every time we are in the car. She also started riding in the stroller with Miles without the car seat insert. She basically thinks she can do anything Miles can do. She drools and chews on her hands a lot more than I remember Miles doing.</div>
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Technically your 3 month birthday isn't until Tuesday, but let's all pause a moment and give me credit for 1. posting about your 3rd month milestone and 2. doing it early. <br />
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Okay. Girl, you are incredible. Yes, we had a bit of a rocky start with you crying all the time, but you have since redeemed yourself. You can roll, hold your neck up, sit up in your bumbo, sleep in your own crib, nap regularly, eat like a champ, sleep through the night, deal with your brother 'loving' you, and you're usually happy. You decided that instead of shrieking for dinner you should just smack your lips until I feed you. I appreciate this cue you give me. You also are so over chilling in your rock and play. You need to be on the floor where the action is. You also hate being cradled, you want to sit straight up and see what's going on. You seriously have such a little attitude about what you want and when you want it. Heaven help us. <br />
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You do pretty well when we go places. You ride in the baby carrier most of the time when we grocery shop, eat out, or go fun places like the zoo, fair, or pumpkin patch. This is why there aren't a lot of pictures of you at those places. Here is a picture of you at the pumpkin patch. This is the top of your head by the sign for Hazel the horse.</div>
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bhow817http://www.blogger.com/profile/18295005539869074301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792668029947555697.post-65732512539045674082014-09-18T13:08:00.001-07:002014-09-18T13:08:40.142-07:00Hazel's 10th week/Miles first illnessHazel::<br />
It has been ten days since Hazel's two month appointment. So she's been on the probiotic the doctor recommended for a little over a week. She is a new woman! Now, I'm not sure if it is due to the fact that she is getting older, that the side effects of her shots have worn off, or that probiotic. I really don't care. No complaints here! Her fussiness has pretty much disappeared. No more 2-3 hours in the evening fighting a crying baby! Yippee! She even gave us some more smiles this week. I think she is excited too!<br />
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Poor Miles woke up Wednesday with a fever, snot everywhere, a red face, and a sour attitude. Now if you've ever been around Miles you would know he usually isn't Mr. Grumpy. So I took his temperature, started the humidifier, and found my Nose Frida. I also put a call into our doctor because there's this nasty respiratory virus in the news. </div>
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He didn't have much of an appetite all day, but he did down a couple cups of pumped breast milk. Good thing I have 400 extra ounces in my freezer. We did see the doctor at 5 pm after I described to the nurse what his symptoms. (He weighed 24.5lbs) It was more of a proactive visit than a treatment visit. His ears/sinuses/throat/chest all checked out just fine! He is feeling better this today and his fever has broke. I've given up on trying to keep him away from Hazel. It was a huge battle yesterday, so today he wants to be near her all the time. Just building her immune system early. </div>
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Here is the inside of the van. This picture was my first solo outing with the kids in the van. It turned out well. We got groceries without any major fits. How I've missed going to the grocery store during the day. I hate that it's so packed in the evenings.</div>
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Back to Labor Day- We crammed a lot into the three days we were at home. We took Hazel and Miles to see my grandparents in KC. M & H are the 22nd and 23rd great-grandchildren. I love my grandparents and don't get to see them often, so it was a nice day. </div>
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We also spent time with our parents, went to church, and swam at the Hefleys!</div>
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We left full of gratitude for the people in our lives! We can't wait to move back this summer!</div>
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