tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54735302739837491492024-03-13T12:00:17.996-04:00Twin Chaos and FunStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-73857044888777264452016-06-01T02:26:00.000-04:002016-06-01T02:27:58.406-04:00I'm going to be honest...Normally, I'm an honest person; but there is one area in which I find myself being dishonest. It's not intentional either; it just sort of happens. I don't wake up in the mornings and say, "I'm going to lie to people today." What is this area that makes me a dishonest person?<br />
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It's motherhood.<br />
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Motherhood is tougher than I ever imagined it would be. I try to hide it, and I tell everyone that I love being a mother and that it couldn't be better. Every morning, I wake up and tell myself that I can't let it show. I can't let everyone know that I feel like I'm drowning. I'm supposed to be the one who has it together.<br />
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I don't have it together. I feel like I'm grasping at straws to keep it together until it's bedtime, and every day feels like a race to bedtime.<br />
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I read blog posts telling me to seize the day with my kids and to enjoy every precious moment with them because it goes so quickly. And I try...I really do. It lasts for 30 minutes; and then, I become overwhelmed with it all again. Surely, the women who write those posts have maids because there's no way I can keep up with laundry for 6 people, keep everything clean with 6 people, and keep 6 people fed while still blissfully enjoying every single moment.<br />
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Then, I read more blog posts telling me to let the dishes sit and to not worry about the cleaning and laundry. My kids are more important. And I try again...but I can't handle it. It's like the nurturing mom part of my brain is broken, and the cleaning part of my brain won't stop. I can't stop. I can't let the laundry sit for more than a day. I can't leave the dishes in the sink; the sink has to be empty before bed. I can't leave the dusting until tomorrow. Then, I feel like a bad mom because I can't just enjoy time with them.<br />
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So, I lie to those around me. I smile and say I had a great day when, in reality, I had a day full of inner struggles. I had a day filled with me convincing myself that I can make it. I had a day filled with taking baby steps to less stress. I had a day filled with me telling myself that I'm not a bad mom and that my kids do love me.<br />
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A few days ago, Tabitha "folded" the diaper laundry for me. She knew that I needed it folded and wanted to help me. I took a baby step and let it sit on the coffee table without refolding it until after she went to bed. I did have to refold it to get it to fit in the drawer, but I sat down and enjoyed the moment with her. She was so proud of herself, and I was proud of myself for letting go.<br />
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Each day, I try to take a few more baby steps towards letting go; but it's a slow process for me.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, I’ve developed an addiction. It’s an addiction that has support groups, but these support groups only enable the addict. What kind of addiction am I talking about? CLOTH DIAPERS!! If you’ve talked to me recently, you’ve realized that I am a full fledged cloth diaper addict. I’ve decided to dedicate several posts to my addiction.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">These diapers are not the cloth diapers of my parents and grandparents days. No pins or rubber pants are necessary. In fact, these diapers are for making fashion statements while acting as a diaper. They are absolutely adorable!!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My favorite type of cloth diaper is a pocket diaper. It has a pocket that allows you to place an insert inside the waterproof diaper shell. This insert soaks in the urine while the waterproof shell keeps it from leaking out. Once soiled, you throw it all in the diaper bin and wash. I usually wash diapers every 2 to 3 days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;">Cloth diapering is a big way to save money, and I haven't spent much money at all in buying diapers. I look for sales, but I </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">have</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;"> also been blessed with great friends. Several friends have given us great diapers whether they were hand-me-downs or brand new. Each and every diaper was greatly appreciated and has been put to good use.</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-67420607513228918782014-04-16T22:23:00.000-04:002014-04-16T22:23:12.964-04:00It's been a while!<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So, life has been crazy; and I haven’t blogged in FOREVER!! Time just kind of slips away. You would not believe everything that has happened since I last updated. Another baby has joined our family. Tabitha Ann was born September 9th; she weighed 8 pounds, 6 ounces and was 20 inches long. Two very proud brothers couldn’t wait to see her and hold her.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">In case you’re wondering, yes...that is Peter and Titus. They turned 3!! I’ll be starting them in K4 this year. I can’t believe it’s almost time for me to bring out the homeschool curriculum. I’m not sure that I’m ready for this. My babies are growing up way too fast for me.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Tabitha is 7 months old. At her 6 month appointment, she was 12 pounds, 14 ounces and 25 1/2 inches long. That puts her in the 3rd %tile for weight and 30th %tile for height. She may be small, but she doesn’t act it. She’s ready to start moving and will be crawling any day now. She desperately wants to follow her brothers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">I'll be catching up soon. I've had a lot going on since I last posted, and I'm excited to share everything with you all!! :)</span></div>
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-75189167645573194452013-05-04T01:30:00.001-04:002013-05-04T01:30:58.442-04:00A Year Ago...<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A year ago, my life changed once again. I said goodbye to another baby before even holding him or her. Since then, I have questioned why this happened to me twice. Why did I have to lose two children? Why can I not seem to forget or at least be able to push it aside? And, over this past year, I’ve learned the answer to those questions and so much more.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Why did I have to lose two children? While pondering this question, I felt quite alone in my feelings. What I failed to realize is that many women were struggling with this question just as I was. I really wasn’t alone. The more I read and the more I began to seek out those who had miscarried, I began to realize that it wasn’t just me. I’m not the only one who has lost a child to miscarriage, and I began to take comfort in knowing that I wasn’t singled out. God didn’t look at me and decide that I was the only one that would ever go through this nightmare. I believe that God allowed this to happen in my life so that I would be able to meet women who have been there or are going through a miscarriage. I have learned much about miscarriage over the past two years and, now, try to help those who are going through this. I don’t believe God caused it, but I do believe He allowed it into my life so that I could better understand what many women go through.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Why can I not seem to forget or at least be able to push it aside? This one simple reason answers that question: I lost a child. I didn’t lose a glob of cells that formed in a random fashion. I lost a beautiful, developing child. As soon as I had a positive pregnancy test, I loved both of those children as much as I love Peter, Titus, and now Tabitha who will be here in September. And, even though Tabitha is on the way, I don’t love them any less. Tabitha will never take their places in my heart; she has her own special place in my heart.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve been asked how I remember the dates of the losses. I can’t really tell you how; I just do. Those who’ve lost a spouse never forget the date. Those who’ve lost a parent never forget the date. Those who’ve lost children outside the womb never forget the date. Those who’ve lost close friends never forget the date. Do they try to remember the date? No, it’s something that stays with them. My grandpa has been gone for almost twenty-nine years, and my dad doesn’t have to think before giving you the date of his passing (I was only two; so I can’t remember). On July 6, 2011, and May 5, 2012, I lost children.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve also been asked, “Shouldn’t it be easier now that you’re pregnant with Tabitha?” Why? Like I stated earlier, she has her own place in my heart. All five of my children have a place in my heart, and I love each of them.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The words of King David still bring me comfort as I remember my children that are in Heaven. In II Samuel 12:23b, he’s speaking of his baby son that just passed and states, “I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me." I will see them one day. One day, I will hug them. But until then, God gives me comfort in knowing that they’re with him. As I stated in an earlier post (<a href="http://twinchaosandfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodness-of-lord.html"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #0e23a3; text-decoration: underline;">http://twinchaosandfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodness-of-lord.html</span></a>), they’re experiencing something that I can read about; and they never had to experience the heartaches of this world.</span></div>
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-57165271389531426112013-02-28T09:39:00.003-05:002013-02-28T09:39:54.705-05:00I Need Go DoctorYes, I know my title isn't grammatically correct. However, that's what Peter has been telling me since Tuesday afternoon. He woke up from his nap on Tuesday with a snotty nose, and I asked him if he was sick. He looked at me, cocked his head, and said, "Yes, I need go doctor." Now, every time I give him his cold medicine or check his temperature, he tells me that he needs to go to the doctor. Last night, Karissa stayed at the house with him during church, and he kept telling her that he needed to go to the doctor. This morning, I asked him if he was feeling better, and he told me that he needed to go to the doctor. Hopefully, he'll understand soon that a cold does not warrant a doctor's visit.<br />
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Somehow, Peter is sick, but Titus is not. I'm not sure how that happened, but Titus is very upset that he's not sick too. He wants to take cold medicine, have his nose suctioned, and have his temperature checked too. He keeps saying, "My turn, Mama, my turn." Whose kid wants cold medicine? My kid...that's who. :)<br />
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So, I have a hypochondriac son who needs to go to the doctor for a cold and a cold medicine addict son. Oh, the joys of motherhood!!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-54196616550648003552012-10-04T01:06:00.001-04:002012-10-04T01:06:16.893-04:00Where Have My Babies Gone?As I checked on the boys before I went to bed, I looked in their cribs and couldn't find my babies. I have no idea where they have gone. In their beds, I saw two boys trying to take the place of my babies. It just hit me that I no longer have babies. Their once chubby faces and short legs have now thinned out and are long. Instead of cute Mommy and Daddy t-shirts, they want to wear Cars and Jake t-shirts. Instead of wanting me to do everything, they want to try it all by themselves. Instead of playing with Mommy, they'd rather run with the big kids. When did these boys take the place of my babies? Where are my babies? I don't think I'm ready for them to grow up so fast.<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-47536033725240210922012-09-06T00:42:00.000-04:002012-09-06T22:33:00.132-04:00Miscellaneous RamblingsA friend of mine took pictures of the boys. She actually managed to get a few good shots of them. Sitting or standing still is just not their forte:)<br />
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Poor Peter had bruises on his head, and Titus had bruises up both legs which is why they wore pants instead of shorts. There wasn't anything I could do to hide the bruises on Peter's head: a paper bag or makeup just were not options:)</div>
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I haven't blogged much because I've spent most of my time learning how to coupon. I think I'm addicted to tracking down coupons and then matching them with sales. My best trip was $99 spent & $156 saved. I was so excited:) Daniel's enjoying the savings but has gotten a crazy wife in return. Right now, I'm so excited about my next Publix trip that I can't sleep. I planned it out earlier today; and now, I'm thinking about all my savings. Who knew that couponing could be so much fun? Maybe I should look into a Couponer's Anonymous group:)</div>
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My green cleaning is coming along quite well. I haven't bought any chemicals since I first blogged about it. I just made my second batch of laundry detergent and am loving it. I spent a total of $10 (that includes a one time cost of a 5 gallon bucket) and have made 9 gallons with each batch plus have enough for one more batch. I made it the beginning of June, gave away 5 gallons, used 4 gallons myself, and just started using the second batch this week. I was going through a 96 load bottle of detergent every 3 weeks or less (around $8 a bottle). My family will not be going back to store bought laundry detergent.</div>
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My next step in going green is getting rid of the processed foods. This will be harder simply because I don't like cooking. It's weird because I love cleaning which is why the green cleaning was easy to do. Cooking has always been a chore for me. I can do it; I just don't enjoy it (unless it's cupcakes). So, clean eating is definitely going to be a challenge. Maybe I can use my grocery savings and pay for a cook. Hmmm...I should check into that:)</div>
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Well, hopefully, I can stop thinking about Publix and get some sleep soon:)</div>
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-77312152715971718312012-08-10T23:15:00.000-04:002012-09-06T22:42:02.471-04:002 Years Old!!I certainly don't know where the last two years have gone and especially the last two weeks. I'm two weeks behind on getting the boys birthday post up. Yes, they made it to two years; and more importantly, I survived two years:) It has definitely been a whirlwind.<br />
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Both boys absolutely love music. They go over to the piano and say, "Pease?" They "play" and "sing" with great enthusiasm. I'm sure soon I'll be teaching them all about the piano and music. I need to change the batteries in their keyboards though. It's easier on the ears for them to play the keyboard instead of the piano.<br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-70202839170419681612012-08-06T15:15:00.000-04:002012-08-06T15:15:15.381-04:00Beautiful Poem<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Someone posted the link to this poem in a comment for my previous post. I know that many will find this poem beautiful and truthful. Thank you Julie:)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nobody knew you<br />” Well it probably wasn’t a viable fetus.<br />It’s all for the best.”<br />…were perfect.</span></div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-52012108112915763762012-07-07T14:53:00.001-04:002012-07-07T15:22:25.130-04:00A Heavy HeartPregnancy loss is a topic few people think about much less speak of, and it has laid very heavy on my heart lately. July 6th was the one year mark for my first miscarriage, and July 5th was the two month mark for my second miscarriage. So, this has been on my mind a great deal lately.<br />
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I often wonder why is miscarriage such a hush-hush topic. Why don't women feel comfortable discussing it? Why do we feel as though we need to hide it and not mourn over our loss? I lost two precious children: one at six weeks and one at eight weeks. Some argue that my baby was just a clump of cells and not yet a "real" human. Others argue that my baby was not a baby until there was a heartbeat. However, I believe that my baby was a fearfully and wonderfully made baby growing in my womb. God just had different plans for him or her; and now, they're enjoying heaven while I must wait to get there.<br />
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In broaching the subject of miscarriage, I must first answer the question: "What is a miscarriage?" A miscarriage is often defined as the loss of a baby before twenty weeks (<a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/pregnancycomplications/miscarriage.html/" target="_blank">American Pregnancy Association</a>). According to the American Pregnancy Association (APA), 10%-25% of doctor confirmed pregnancies end in miscarriage, and most miscarriages occur during the first trimester. Right now, 66% of my pregnancies have ended in miscarriage and have ended during the first trimester.<br />
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During these first thirteen weeks, the baby goes from being unrecognizable as a human to having every outward feature that you and I have. What happens during the first trimester?*<br />
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Weeks 1-4: These are the fertilization and implantation weeks. Many miscarriages happen during this time because the fertilized egg fails to attach to the uterine wall. If the egg does not attach to the wall, the placenta cannot form, and nutrients cannot pass from you to the baby.<br />
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Week 5: Even though the baby is no bigger than the tip of a pen, he's already developing skin, his heart, a primitive circulatory system, and the beginnings of muscles, bones, kidneys, and his reproductive system. He's beginning to look like you and I...a tiny human gaining nourishment from his mother and being fashioned by his Creator.<br />
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Week 6: The heart begins to beat this week. While I believe in life at conception, it becomes more real to you once you see the heart beating. You can't usually hear the heartbeat over the ultrasound just yet, but you can see the flickering of the heart over the ultrasound. Little nubs that will become arms and legs can be seen protruding from his c-shaped body.<br />
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Week 7: The baby is now as big as a pencil eraser. His brain and facial features are also starting to develop. His tiny nostrils begin to take shape this week, and the arm buds that were formed last week begin to look like paddles.<br />
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Week 8: Your baby truly is becoming recognizable as a human. Fingers are taking shape while the ears are forming too. You can see the eyes and the formed upper lip and nose. At around 1/2 inch, he begins to straighten his back and have less of a c-shape. Also, you can usually start hearing the heartbeat during your ultrasounds now.<br />
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Week 9: With a 50% increase in size, your baby is now 3/4 inch. Can you fathom how quickly this baby is growing? It's so hard for me to comprehend how quickly everything is formed. In 4 weeks, your baby has gone from the size of a tip of a pen to 3/4 inch. How amazing is that!! At this time, bones in the arms start developing as does the bend in the arm for the elbow, and his cute little toes have taken shape.<br />
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Week 10: The baby's head is now becoming round instead of alien shaped:) His neck is developing while the eyelids close to protect the developing eyes.<br />
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Week 11: Your baby is a whopping 2 inches!! That's over double the size he was at week 9. This week, the external genitalia is formed. While you may not be able to see it for another four weeks or so, your baby is now distinctively male or female.<br />
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*Information gathered from <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/prenatal-care/PR00112" target="_blank">Mayo Clinic</a>.<br />
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After the first trimester, chances for miscarriage greatly decrease, but the chance is still there. After twenty weeks, pregnancy loss is no longer considered miscarriage but rather falls into the category of stillbirth. Stillbirth means exactly what you would think it means. Unfortunately, the baby is born but has already passed away.<br />
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On Saturday, June 23, Daniel and I celebrated five years of wedded bliss. As I look back, the two people that stood at the altar before God and witnesses in 2007 are so much different than the two people who stand before you today. Five years ago, I could not have imagined the life that we now have. Fortunately, God is much better at molding my future than my imagination is. Each new year brings us closer to God and to each other.<br />
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Our first year of marriage was definitely an eye opener. Up until marriage, the only man I had lived with was my dad; and dad isn't your typical man. He can clean better than most women:) So, I had to learn quickly that he was not dad and that he did not pick up after himself. I learned that nagging does not make him pick up his clothes. A few months after we married, I lost my job; and we lost a good chunk of our income. Finances were tight, but it was amazing to watch God provide for us. He provided all our needs and most of our wants.<br />
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Our second year of marriage marked the start of Daniel's last year of college. During this time, God saw fit for me to return to my old job just as Daniel had to quit his job. Since he had to do his internship during the Spring of 2009, he had to quit his full time job and begin a part time job. The church was able to hire him as maintenance while he completed his pastoral internship. I watched Daniel grow in the Lord, and he was truly happy being in the ministry.<br />
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Our third year of marriage started off with Daniel graduating and going on staff at the church. We didn't expect much excitement that year, but that quickly changed. In December, we found out that we were expecting our first child. We were both excited and ready to be parents. A week or so after the positive pregnancy test, our ultrasound revealed that we would not be having one child, but two! And the adventure began! At 28 weeks, on May 26, my doctor told me that I needed to be on bedrest. So, once again, we would be without my pay check. This also placed a lot of responsibility on Daniel's shoulders. Not only did he have to work his job, but he also had to take care of things at home. He cooked, cleaned, and took care of me.<br />
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We started our fourth year of marriage; and almost exactly a month later, we welcomed into this world Peter and Titus. Shortly after their arrival, things drastically changed at church. The only thing that kept us going was our boys. Daniel had to take a second job at Rivertown Ford in order to pay bills. God has blessed Daniel with an uncanny ability to retain car facts, and he has become a wonderful, honest car salesman. Just a month before our fourth anniversary, we found out that we would be expecting our third child. I was pleasantly surprised and was ready for the challenge of three under two.<br />
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We celebrated our fourth year of marriage and began our fifth year of marriage with much anticipation for the new baby. However, our world stopped on July 6. God saw fit to take our precious baby home to be with Him. Our hearts broke as we learned the news, but God was faithful and brought us through that hard time. Unfortunately, this year of marriage was marked with several losses of family and close friends. Daniel lost his grandpa, and we lost two very dear friends this past year. Our bright spot was in March when we found out that once again we were expecting. We were a little scared and waited to tell the church till we thought it was safe. However, we learned a very important lesson that life is fragile even when you think it's safe. On May 5, we said good bye to our fourth child. We thought that this would be our "take home baby," but God remained faithful to us as we mourned another loss. God's love, grace and mercy carried us through this year of marriage.<br />
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As we end our fifth year of marriage and begin our sixth year of marriage, our hearts are still heavy, but we know that God is in control. He has great things planned for the Slavy family, and we will remain faithful to Him. He promises us in Psalm 37:3-5: "Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. Delight thyself also in the Lord; and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in Him; and He shall bring it to pass." We will trust in Him, we will delight in Him, and we will commit our way unto Him.<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-10752710972600089702012-06-14T01:31:00.002-04:002012-09-06T22:47:41.513-04:00Changing the NormI've started on a quest to change the norm in my house. Unfortunately, at 6 months old, Titus contracted RSV and was hospitalized for 4 days in January of 2011. Ever since then, he has a reoccurring cough that will not completely go away. A couple of weeks ago, I began looking at what was under my kitchen sink: Scrub Free with bleach, Spic & Span, Lysol Kitchen cleaner, and several other harsh chemicals. I've always been one who has to smell the bleach in order to believe it's truly clean. As I was pondering on my cleaning supplies, I heard Titus coughing again. At that moment, it struck me that maybe, just maybe, the chemicals in our house could be aggravating his respiratory system.<br />
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Since then, I have begun my journey to chemical free living. I've already made my own stain remover, anti-itch gel, and vinegar/baking soda cleaners. I'm waiting on my essential oils to come from Amazon.com to complete my laundry detergent, my homemade deodorant, shampoo, and conditioner. I plan to be completely chemical free in a month. I bought a natural baby wash because I didn't like any of the recipes that I found online and am going to try to find a natural wash for Dan and I (hopefully, something that doesn't break the bank).<br />
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If my grandparents and great-grandparents were able to keep clean houses and families without the chemicals, I should be able to also. It just takes a little extra time to make everything. Of course, the added blessing is that making my own cleaners saves me money. That means...a new pair of shoes:)<br />
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On another note...I finally pulled out the boys pool and cleaned it up. They had so much fun playing in the water. I wish I had a big pool for them; but alas, we have no back yard for it. In fact, the small kiddie pool was on the sidewalk leading up to the front stoop. It was loads of fun nonetheless:)<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-87280718486793985072012-06-09T02:13:00.000-04:002012-09-06T22:51:40.742-04:00LifeTo be honest, I really haven't felt much like writing which is why I haven't posted in a month. Do you ever just have some of those days that you feel like you're walking around in a haze? Well, that's been me lately. I guess it's just girly hormones taking over. The past month has been full of milestones, but I'm not sure that I'm ready for all of them.<br />
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Milestone #1 - The one month mark of my 2nd miscarriage: While I know God is in control through everything, an empty womb still hurts. This week, I should be 14 weeks, and I'm nearing the 1 year anniversary of my 1st miscarriage. I've given God control and am trying not to take it back. However, relinquishing control is not easy for me, just ask my husband! God has a wonderful plan for Daniel and me, and I just have to let Him set it in motion and keep it in motion.<br />
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Milestone #2 - Turning 30: I'm now half way to 60:( I remember thinking that at 30 I would be a sophisticated adult. However, I still don't feel like an adult, and I certainly don't feel sophisticated except on Sunday. On Sunday, I wear my sophisticated high heels even though it's hard to carry the boys while wearing them. It's my one "me" thing during the week:) My family and friends did throw my a wonderful surprise party. It made my day to know that they care:) And so far, 30 hasn't been too bad. I've got a few aches and pains, but I think those are due to carrying 2 almost 30 pound toddlers.<br />
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Milestone #3 - The boys speaking in complete sentences: In the last week, they have both started speaking in sentences. Now, I'm the only one that really understands what they're saying, but they're getting it. Their developing speech is exciting, but it is also a reminder that they're growing up. They are now insistent on doing things all by themselves, and I have to let them even though I really want to keep doing it for them. Who knew that I'd be sad over their independence?!?! Titus has even started climbing out of his crib; so, I guess we'll be switching to twin beds soon. On a side note...do you realize how expensive bedding is for kids? And I don't want cartoon bedding, just something that definitely looks like it should be in a boy's room.<br />
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Milestone #4 - 5 years of marriage: June 23 will be 5 years of marriage, and it just doesn't feel like it's been that long. We're starting the kindergarten year of marriage:) He truly has provided so much love and security over the past 5 years, and I can't imagine sharing my life with anyone else. He's my rock!! And I think he's almost fully Southern. I've just got to get him to start drinking sweet tea.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I got pregnant May of 2011 and was a little overwhelmed because I would have three under two. But I was definitely up for the challenge not matter how daunting it looked. Since my last pregnancy was problem free, I really had no worries that this pregnancy would be worry free. Unfortunately, I was wrong. I began having complications on July 6, 2011; and the baby was gone shortly thereafter.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It took us nine months to get pregnant again which is the longest it has ever taken us to get pregnant. Again, I was a little overwhelmed because I would have three under three, but I was still up for it. I couldn't wait. I heard the heartbeat during my first ultrasound which never happens for me. I was overjoyed and definitely optimistic for a problem free pregnancy. Unfortunately, I began having complications again on Saturday around six pm. I knew that it was a miscarriage but tried to stay optimistic. I knew the baby was gone the next morning. This morning, I went in for an ultrasound, and there was nothing on the screen. I've never felt that disheartened. A blank screen...and a sympathetic look from Kristy our ultrasound tech...even though she couldn't tell me, I knew and went downstairs to make an appointment with my doctor.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I went this afternoon to see my OB. He told me that it's nothing to be worried about yet and told me that 35% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. So, I'm still well within the average. I got my rhogam shot and card which completed everything for this pregnancy except for paying the final bills.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It's been a long day...and one I hope to never repeat. I'm resting in the comfort of my God and praying for another opportunity to have a new baby in the family. God's Word holds true even through the loss of my child. Romans 8:28-29 states, "And we know that all things work together for good, to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He did foreknow, He also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren." I can rest assured that things happen for my good not only because I love Him, not only because I'm called to do His will, but also, and most importantly, because I am being conformed or shaped into the image of His Son. Because of these hard times in my life, God's shaping me to look more like His dear Son, my Savior. Yes, God could stop bad things from happening in my life, but I would miss out on the blessing of becoming more like my Savior. Oh how I dread becoming stagnant and never becoming more like my Savior!</span><br />
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We miss you Gary Silva!! Every time I go to church, I still expect to see you there. I miss your fist bump while I'm playing the piano during hand shaking time. I'll see you again.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-87562170484709988492012-03-27T22:51:00.000-04:002012-09-06T22:57:52.550-04:0020 Months!!I can't believe my babies are only 4 months from being 2 years old. Where have my little 35 weekers gone? They've been replaced with toddlers who are all boy. They love playing in dirt, puddles, fountains and sand and playing with sticks, cars and balls. Soon, I'm going to have to start checking pockets for bugs before putting them in the washer. Peter loves being dirty; Titus does not. The picture of Titus bending down with the water hose is showing him trying to clean himself off.<br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-85934205665163557702012-03-26T23:46:00.000-04:002012-03-26T23:46:32.289-04:00Again!Well...he has it again...Titus has bronchitis. This is the 3rd time that he's had it, and I just don't know what to do with him. Do they sell bubbles that he can live in? That would be the perfect solution. He's been running a fever and coughing since Thursday, but I wanted to try to treat it myself before going to the doctor. He got worse over the weekend; so, I made an appointment this morning. As soon as I made the appointment, he didn't run a fever all day! He's been between 100 & 102.5 all weekend and no fever for the doctor, a perfect 97.3. Go figure!! But anyway, he has meds in him now and is sleeping great. He hasn't even had a coughing fit tonight, YAY!<br />
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Going to the doctor was a bit more traumatic this time. As soon as we walked through the doors to get to the scale, he started crying. He's starting to remember the doctor's visits now. I tried to tell him that there would be no shots today, but he never would believe me. You should have seen him run out the door as soon as I opened it. He was ready to go.<br />
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Mom kept Peter at the house while I took Titus to the doctor. Since we left while he was still napping, he didn't know we had gone anywhere. Mom said that when he woke up, he started playing with his toys and then looked around like he just realized Titus was missing. Then, he went to their bedroom and looked for him. Apparently, he thought that Titus might still be in bed; so, he pulled the blankets out of Titus's bed looking for him. He didn't fuss because Titus was gone; he was just a little confused. On the other hand, Titus didn't care that Peter wasn't with him. He was glad he didn't have to share mommy's lap:)Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-4156855088649168442012-03-18T22:56:00.002-04:002012-09-06T23:01:48.862-04:00Wedding PicturesAs promised, I have pictures from the wedding. Even though the boys didn't make it down the aisle, they made adorable ring bearers for pictures.<br />
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I'm officially boycotting the air show this weekend. If I could ring some people's necks, I would. This weekend is the air show, and today was the final practice. Unfortunately, their practice route is directly over my house. All afternoon, my entire house was shaking. This also means that there was no nap time for Peter and Titus. There was absolutely no way they could sleep through all the noise. I have a feeling that it's going to be just as bad Saturday and Sunday. Ugh!!</div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-61205507285626088122012-03-12T16:30:00.000-04:002012-03-12T16:30:52.458-04:00Daylight Savings!!It's that time of year again...Daylight Savings!! I wish it didn't fall on Saturday night/Sunday morning. It makes for a very hard Sunday. We put the boys to bed at 8:30, and they talked to 9 and finally fell asleep. So, it didn't work out too well trying to get them to bed 30 minutes early. That morning at church went well, but you could tell that they were dead tired by the end. They went down for a nap at 2 and passed out immediately. Peter woke up in a great mood; Titus, on the other hand, was not in such a pleasant mood. I had to wake him up to get ready to go back to church, and he was not happy about that. Fortunately, we have wonderful nursery workers who didn't strangle my grumpy son. Thanks Mrs. Steward and Breauna!! You are both awesome!! Today hasn't been too bad, but Titus has been dragging a little.<br />
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Peter started trying to do flips today. He gets in the flip position, but he can't quite get his legs over his head in order to flip.<br />
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Titus has become such a little helper over the past few days. He loves to throw trash away and shut doors for me. I've also figured out how to keep him from getting distracted while walking to the door. As long as I give him something to carry for me, he'll go straight to the door. If he's empty handed, he can't remember to make it to the door. Ah, the attention spans of toddlers!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-11769490454620595262012-03-10T11:08:00.000-05:002012-09-06T23:16:14.577-04:00Twin PlansThe boys are getting way too smart for me. It's amazing how their critical thinking skills are developing. Yesterday, we were at church, and I had to leave them alone in the nursery while I was practicing with Bro. Bryan and Mrs. Barbara. Karissa hollered at me to come the nursery to come see what my genius sons were doing. I walked up to the door, and they had pushed chairs against the half door. Karissa said that when she walked up, Titus was trying to push Peter over the door to get out. He was almost all the way over the door. If their plan had worked, two things would have happened. First: There would have been lots of crying because Peter would have been hurt. Second: There would have been lots of crying because Titus would have realized that he was by himself without anyone to push him over. A line from <i>Meet the Robinsons</i> comes to mind, "I don't think this plan was very well thought out." I guess I won't be leaving them in the nursery by themselves any more.<br />
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Everyday, I'm blown away by what they're picking up. They are no longer my babies that I have to do everything for.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-36581070876072107992012-03-08T15:48:00.000-05:002012-03-08T15:48:38.506-05:00Finally Happened!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Stephen and Karissa got back from their honeymoon yesterday and were able to see the boys today. They brought the boys baseballs from Washington, D.C. They couldn't have picked out a better gift for them. As soon as they put the balls in the boys hands, they started throwing and kicking them. It was a good thirty minutes of pure happiness! Titus would even count 1-2-3 before throwing his ball which is good since it gives you time to get out of the way. He doesn't care what's in the way when he throws balls.<br />
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New words/phrases: Peter said thank you. Titus knows that you're supposed to say letters while singing the alphabet song, but it comes out sounding like o-oo-o-oo to the tune of the alphabet song.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-72267782622262511682012-03-05T01:30:00.000-05:002012-03-05T01:30:10.145-05:00Why Am I Awake?Why am I awake? Because Titus is sick once again! His ear's draining which means ear infection, and he's coughing and congested again. I just don't know what to do with him, and he's certainly not the best patient either. When he doesn't feel good, I know about it at all hours of the night. Sometimes, he wakes up, cries for a few minutes and goes back to sleep. Other times, he wakes up, cries and doesn't go back to sleep. He finally went to bed around 11:30, but he's woken up crying several times since then. Fortunately, they've just been "I'm miserable" cries because he goes right back to sleep after those. And because he's sick, I hear every little extra noise that either boy makes since I'm worried and don't want to sleep through him crying if he needs me. Of course, if he's quiet, I'm worried too and have to check on him to make sure he's still breathing. Being a mom is a stressful job. If he's quiet, I worry; if he's too noisy, I worry; if he's awake, I worry; if he's asleep, I worry. Don't worry though....Daniel is sawing logs right now:) Hopefully, I'll be able to join him in dreamland soon.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-14254887808535132462012-03-03T11:22:00.000-05:002012-03-03T11:22:36.979-05:00Sickness, Wedding, and More!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The past 3 weeks have been a whirlwind and very tiring. We had their 18 month check up on February 8, and I haven't had time to post updates since them. This was the first time that recognized where we were and started crying as soon as they saw the nurses and doctor. Other than that, the appointment went very well, and Dr. Macleod is loving their progress. Peter is still small but is staying steady on his curve: 23 pounds, 31.5 inches, and 18.5 head circumference. Titus is still my brute: 26.3 pounds, 33.5 inches, and 19 head circumference. They also got their last shots until 5 years old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just realized a few days ago that my babies are now closer to 2 years old than they are a year. They turned 19 months on Monday. I just don't know where the time has gone!!</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215750872546058928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473530273983749149.post-80201311508816746292012-02-06T01:17:00.000-05:002012-09-06T23:32:02.684-04:00Playing Catch Up!!It's been a while since I've updated everyone on the goings on of the Slavy household, and it's time to play "Catch Up." Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years were such a whirlwind, and I really don't know where the holidays went.<br />
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We spent Thanksgiving at Nana's house (Dan's mom). Last year, the boys just kind of tasted mashed potatoes and yams; but this year, they got to really eat their 1st Thanksgiving dinner. You should have seen them stuff the food in their mouths. Titus especially loved the food.<br />
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And yes, they're using big boy forks instead of toddler forks. They find it easier to use the big forks without accidentally throwing the food.</div>
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Christmas was a blast this year with the boys. They knew what presents were and absolutely loved opening them. Their favorite toys that they received was a drum that had a recorder, tambourine, maracas, and drum sticks inside it and also their keyboards. The boys love music and instruments. There's nothing more adorable than listening to them play and sing on their keyboards. I see piano lessons in their future:)</div>
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What blows me away is how much of an imagination they already have!! Well, they absolutely love the microphones at church; and since getting the maracas for Christmas, they've started pretending that the maracas are microphones. What 18 month old knows how to pretend that maracas are microphones?!?! I certainly didn't teach them. The other day, Peter was even singing and dancing while pretending that the maraca was a microphone. Go figure!! I can't wait to see what the future holds if their imaginations are already that good.</div>
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We did manage to get some Christmas photos taken; and now, I'm managing to upload some for you all:)</div>
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Peter has developed quite the personality and temper over the past 2 months. Who knew that my laid back Peter would have such a temper! While having a temper is a problem, the worst part is that you never know where the line is for his temper. He's easy going 80% of the time; but when you cross the 81% mark, a whole new Peter emerges. However, during his easy going mood, he'll lay on your shoulder for 15 minutes giving you a hug, or he'll randomly jump up on you and give you a hug and a kiss. He still sits back and watches what's going on; he doesn't want to get hurt doing something the wrong way when he can do it the right way on the first try. He's also started trying to talk. It's still jabbering, but he's trying now.</div>
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Titus is definitely a mama's boy, but that's okay with me. He'll eventually grow out of it, and I'll miss it. He's still either really happy or really sad, no easy going times for Titus. He's headstrong and just plows through obstacles not thinking about the outcome which is why he constantly has new bruises popping up. He's also my motor mouth, and it won't be long before he's forming actual words. He'll carry on a conversation with me all in jabber, but I know he's answering my questions and asking me questions. He just can't quite form the words correctly. Drum roll please for the best news.............................he tells me when he has dirty diapers!!!!!!! I really don't think it will be long before he's ready to potty train. YAY!! The other day, he looked at me, squated, and told me (in jabber) that he was pooping. Then, he stood up, came over to me, and jabbered while pointing to his diaper. He was informing me that he needed a new diaper.</div>
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Life is certainly going to be interesting over the next month since Stephen and Karissa's wedding is coming up. Peter and Titus are supposed to be ringbearers; so, we'll see how that goes. I've started taking them into the night services at church to try to get them used to being in there when it's time for the wedding. Pray it all goes well for Stephen and Karissa's sake.</div>
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Well, I think I've caught up on all the important things going on. I just really didn't think it had been that long since I last blogged until I looked at the date of my last post. Time really does fly!!</div>
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