tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21192035748230976672024-02-06T18:41:11.280-08:00Caitlin's CornerA blog that highlights my life. Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-9755472608235369122018-05-23T21:51:00.000-07:002018-05-23T21:51:09.383-07:00A Twin Birth-Part Two<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Its been a minute since I wrote part one of the twin birth, and to those of you that read this still, I'm so sorry! haha. 8 months later, and I feel like I can finally finish part two of the twins birth.<br />
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So there we were, waiting. I got changed into the hospital gowns and the nurses then came in and started getting me hooked up to everything. I was so swollen and so big that it was hard and painful to both move and sit still, as weird as that sounds. I could barely lift my legs and sitting in one position too long was sooo uncomfortable.<br />
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Of course both babies were hooked up to heart monitors, but every time I would shift (which was terribly hard) Baby A's (Ellie) heart rate would disappear and the nurses would have to come in to help me put it back on.<br />
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I remember as I was sitting there waiting, even though I was uncomfortable and even though I wanted it all to be over, hearing both babies heart beats was so surreal and so amazing. I was finally so close to meeting both my babies and I couldn't believe it.<br />
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Finally, contractions started getting harder, so I requested the epidural. I could have definitely handled more pain, but I was terrified of labor progressing too fast and not having an epidural, and for this delivery out of all my other ones I really didn't want to go without the epidural considering my breech baby would have to be pulled out!<br />
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Rolling over to lay on my side to get the epidural was comical. Like I mentioned above, I could barely move due to largeness and being so incredibly swollen. I felt like a beached whale. Seriously. I'm not trying to be mean about myself. Its literally how I felt.<br />
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After the epidural was placed, the doctors decided to put in an internal heart rate monitor on Baby A, since it kept coming off. I remember that hurt pretty bad, so then i got scared that the epidural wouldn't work. I then frantically started pushing the epidural button to get more medicine, and my contractions were starting to get painful, but just on one side. The nurses then came in and checked me and all the sudden I was at a 10 and ready to push. Thank goodness I got the epidural when I did. But then I started to panic because I still felt everything on one side. I was terrified and just wanted to be numb. I knew that there was a higher chance of a C-Section, but also I knew this birth was going to be tricky, you know, doing it twice with a breech baby and all, and I was just all the sudden so scared. Thankfully, me and Sam had a moment alone before we were taken into the operating room, and he gave me a quick blessing of comfort.<br />
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So now here is where things get a big foggy. Because of the higher risk of a c-section, I had to deliver in an operating room. So that meant that everyone had to wear scrubs and i had to put a cap on my head. Thankfully, as this chaos was going on the epidural finally kicked in all the way and for the first time in MONTHS, I was comfortable. Months.<br />
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So there we were in the operating room, and it was a full show. So many people were in the room with me. There were two full nurseries (one for each baby in case there were complications) 2 doctors, tons of nurses, maybe another anesthesiologist? I can't remember, but the room was so crowded, and there I was, sitting on the operating table so nervous. I knew I was in good hands, but I could NOT stop shaking. They gave me a blanket while I waited, but the nervous/cold shaking wouldn't stop.<br />
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Finally I was ready to push. First out came Ellie. Her birth was quick. After she was weighed, I remember Sam being able to hold her, although Sam isn't sure he remembers that. I could be remembering it wrong. Like I said, things are kind of foggy at this point in my memory. Not only because it was so long ago, but because it was just a whirlwind of activity going on. Anyway, my doctor was absolutely amazing, and started working immediately on getting Josie out. Its a good thing I was numb because she reached right up and started pulling Josie out by her feet. I was able to kind of relax for a bit there, and then I had to do some little pushes. 6 minutes after her sister, Josie then made her entrance into this world doing the splits.She was born with some meconium in her mouth, so they had to take her and immediately scoop her out/massage her. I remember being pretty nervous that she wasn't crying, but before long, she was crying and being weighed and measured, then both babies were ready to be held by me.<br />
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When the babies were placed on my chest, it was the most bizzar feeling in the world. I did it. I successfully grew and birthed two babies. I finished the most hard thing that I had ever done up to that point, and honestly- I rocked it. I was seriously so amazed and thankful that my body was so strong and did what it was meant to do without terrible complications. And now I had TWO BABIES!! And to me, the hardest part was over.<br />
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I am also so thankful for my amazing doctor, Dr. Natalie Loewen. She was so great. I trusted her and never felt like she did any "unnecessary" procedures. She was confident in her work and in herself as she had successfully birthed many twins before mine, and she was confident in me. Because of that, I was able to have a wonderful birthing experience.<br />
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Baby A, Eleanor Kaye Tappana, was born at 3:02 pm, weighing 6 pounds and 11 oz, 20.5 inches long. Baby B, Josephine Kate Tappana, was born at 3:08, weighing 6 pounds and 10 oz, 19 inches long. They were my smallest babies for sure. But I am so thankful they were both still really good sizes.<br />
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After the birth and everything got cleaned up, I was shaking still for the longest time. i Ijust so cold, but I was able to hold my babies and be wheeled back into my room. I remember getting congratulations from other nurses walking the halls. The nurses that was in my room would tell of how awesome I did, and that made me feel pretty great.<br />
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The rest of the hospital stay wasn't too exciting. The babies kept choking on amniotic fluid and had to be suctioned out, and I got the flu the second night there. But besides the flu, eating was my favorite part. I had a stomach again and food tasted amazing! When time came to go home though, I was so ready!! I didn't care for many of my nurses while in recovery. They really weren't as awesome as my L&D nurses, so I was really anxious to get home and stop being disturbed all night, by someone other than the twins. Plus, I missed my 3 at home. So even though taking care of 2 babies plus the older 3 scared the crap out of me., I knew I could do it, because I had already survived a twin pregnancy. I could do anything. And so far, almost 8 months later, I still have 5 alive and happy children.<br />
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-30675674092362991392017-11-05T08:49:00.002-08:002017-11-05T08:49:52.169-08:00A Twin Birth-part one<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The birth of Eleanor and Josephine is probably one of my favorites. One of the (many) reasons why I was nervous to give birth to twins is because I knew this was going to be my last pregnancy, and I love giving birth, so I was afraid that the birth wouldn't go as planned. Ultimately, I knew the end result of healthy babies was the goal, but I was still so nervous about early labor and/or a c-section, and I selfishly wanted one last final good birth experience, and I was blessed enough to get it. In fact, I was blessed enough with a healthy twin pregnancy. No bed rest. No early labor. Really, no major health problems at all, and for that I am truly so blessed.<br />
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So, as I was getting further along, we set an appointment to be induced with my doctor; October 6th, where I would be 38 weeks along. It couldn't come soon enough!! Well, one night I was scrolling through the feed in a facebook group I'm in called "Mormon Moms of Multiples" when I stumbled across a girl that had her babies at 37 weeks due to <a href="https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/173503.php">Cholestasis</a>. The typical sign of it is intense itching on the hands and feet, but hers was just on her stomach. My stomach itched like crazy, but I just chalked it up as a growing stretching stomach. But still, I googled more symptoms and another symptom was dark pee. Mine basically looked like apple juice no matter how much I drank, so I decided at my next appointment I would just bring it up to my doctor. She thankfully listened and ordered me a lab and they called the next day saying I did in fact have Cholestasis and that I would be induced in a week. I was shocked that something I googled I actually had, because usually its me being paranoid. I had 7 more days of being pregnant ever and I couldn't have been happier. Of course, I did worry about NICU time, but since Cholestasis can be fatal to the babies after 37 weeks, I knew the possibility of a little NICU time was preferable.<br />
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So, we spent that week preparing as much as possible and had one last date night to the only place that ever sounded consistently good: Bombay House. A few days before my induction, my kids got a nasty flu, so that was pretty stressful, but other than that, the week was great and it flew by. Thursday night, the 28th, I got a phone call with instructions for my induction, saying I had to be ready by 6am on Friday the 29th. We spent Thursday cleaning, and I spent a good part of the night crying. I was nervous and the realization hit that I would never just have 3 kids again, and that Andy would no longer be my baby. I cried a lot, especially when Sam played Enya and when we put the kids to bed. That night I actually slept better than I had in weeks, which surprised me, and when my 5am alarm went off, I excitedly popped out of bed and got ready to be ready to leave by 6 just in case. My mom headed over and we all sat around until about 8:30 when the hospital finally called and told me to be there between 9:15 and 9:30. So we said our goodbyes to the kids and headed over to the hospital at 9.<br />
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We checked in, and headed to my room in Labor and Delivery where they got me all set to start being induced, and there we waited.<br />
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Part two coming soon!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-15192017650366040142017-07-13T11:41:00.001-07:002017-07-13T11:41:42.836-07:00Andrew Samuel Tappana: 18 Months<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My favorite little boy is now a year and a half. Its pretty crazy to think that I've only had him for 18 months, yet it seems like he has always been around.<br />
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I know I've mentioned this before, but I did not want to have a boy. I pictured myself having all girls, because I already had two and I knew how to raise girls. I didn't know how to entertain a busy boy and I was scared in my ability to do so. I cried in the ultrasound when I found out and the last half of my pregnancy was filled with anxiety, because I thought I wouldn't be good enough. And then they laid my chunky 9.5 pound boy on my chest in the hospital and all those fears and anxiety melted away. I was immediately smitten and have been ever since.<br />
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Andy has brought nothing but joy into this house. Well, joy and a bit of frustration at times, lets be honest. I never knew how different a little boy could be from my girls, but he is so different in so many ways!! I love it!!<br />
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Andy loves carrying around sticks. You will usually find him with one in each hand. I frequently find them in my house and have to throw them outside while I'm cleaning. He laughs when he toots, and the other day as I was getting him ready for the bath, he peed all over the floor and thought it was hilarious. He loves driving cars on the floor and he has a pretty good arm when he throws balls. One of his most favorite things to do is play catch. I've had many balls hit me in the face or neck or chest because I'm not paying attention to his throwing. On the other hand, we will find him also cuddling the girls dolls, which is adorable.<br />
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Andy is also trouble. He does things my girls have NEVER done. He won't stay off the table. If someone is sitting at the table, he climbs right up and walks around. He's even fallen off (thank goodness not too injured) and doesn't learn. He will climb back up. He also colors on things. I think I caught each of my girls coloring on something they shouldn't maybe one time each. He is frequent. The other day, I walked in to the living room by finding blue chalk drawn on the floor, on the rocking chair, and on the couches with him smiling, still holding the blue chalk.He also loves playing in things he shouldn't, like toilets, and when we catch him he hurries and gets as much play in as he can before we grab him.<br />
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Some of Andys favorite things include: me and Sam. He loves both of us pretty equally now. But usually at night once Sam is home, he spends most the time with him, which makes me happy. He loves cuddling. He will frequently come up to me and wrap his little arms around my neck and puts his head on my shoulder and just sits there. I can't get enough of it. He loves his big sisters and he loves ruining his big sisters games by taking their dolls or barbies or whatever they are playing with. He loves his morning chocolate milk and freaks out if I don't get it to him fast enough. He loves playing peak-a-boo by hiding around walls and popping his head out or squatting down behind the couch or his crib and popping up. He loves helping me unload the dishwasher, which is super cute, and he loves messing up my laundry as I try to fold it. And he LOVES his binkies. I used to be so strict on no binkies in the day time by this age. But right now, being pregnant and tired and all, I let it slide much to Sams dismay. He also loves books and will frequently stuff one in my hands and crawl on my lap. And he loves jumping off things in mine and Sams arms, or on soft cushions.<br />
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A few things Andy hates, which actually isn't too much: getting bathed. He likes the bath until its time to wash him, and then watch out world. Not getting his milk fast enough, as i mentioned above. We took him to nursery the past two Sundays. The first Sunday he was sad, but stayed in. This past week he cried the whole time. Hopefully he warms up to it fast. And he hates getting his face wiped off. Its the end of the world for him.<br />
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Andy doesn't say much yet. He grunts and points a lot and we can understand him. He uses his own sign language too, and we decipher that pretty well. But he can say "No" and does quite frequently. He says "uh-oh" when something drops, and he says "mama" really well. He also says "hot" when he sees things boiling on the stove or when he touches the hot sidewalk etc. But he is really smart and understands us a lot when we ask him to do stuff. He just knows that we can understand him when he grunts.<br />
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Andy, you are the best little boy this mama could ask for. You bring such a light and joy into our home, and keep us on our toes. Thank you for choosing us as your parents. I am the luckiest mom in the whole world!!!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-12563649808965932672017-06-19T09:23:00.000-07:002017-06-19T09:23:28.552-07:00Since I've been gone...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Wowza!! What a long leave of absence I took. I'd be lying if i said i will try and be a better blogger. Life is about to get crazier. But I'm going to do my best. For today, for your reading pleasure and for my posterity, here are the highlight's of our little family since I last blogged in December:<div>
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1. My boy turned one on January 10th. I kept meaning to blog about it, but i never did. We didn't do much. We were going to have a party, but then someone got sick so we had to cancel and we never rescheduled. Thankfully, he won't remember. I kept meaning to do an update of all the things he can do, because lets be honest; he is probably one of the cutest boys on the face of the planet, but I never did. I do have a goal of doing an 18 month update next month, so lets hope i can stick to it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2. On February 13th, I found out I was pregnant. I cried. A lot. I definitely wasn't ready to be pregnant so soon, but then i came to terms with it and got mostly excited for a new baby and to be done with having babies. Because pregnancy and me aren't friends. Also in February, Sam turned 31 and we went bowling. (and that was also the day my morning sickness hit with full force.)</div>
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3. At the end of March, i went in for my first doctors appointment with my midwives. The night before, i had a dream i was having twins. As the midwife was giving me an ultrasound, I joked with her about it being twins. She admitted she wasn't good at ultrasounds and ordered me one because you know, my dream. I honestly didn't think anything of it. I thought, since it was my 4th and final kid, she was ordering one for me for fun. Because the midwives are fun! And I went home that day with no other thoughts. The day of the ultrasound, Sam didn't even come because we had been there, done that 3 other times. On March 30th, I was back with the technician. She then got quiet, and just turned the screen around so I could see what she was seeing. Low and behold, there were TWO babies on the screen. I said "is that two babies." She nodded and congratulated me. I, on the other hand, started to cry. TWO BABIES? at once? I fought tears the rest of the time. She thought they were excited happy tears. (mind you, I do feel blessed to have babies, but I was terrified,) As i left, she congratulated me and said the rain boots i was wearing were my lucky boots. I drove home in silence and when I got home, with a tear-stained face, I just showed Sam the ultrasound pics. Oh how i wish i got his reaction on video. It was awesome!! We decided to tell our families on April fools day. I don't know if they appreciated it, but we did. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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4. May was a busy month for us. Both girls finished their school years. Maddie, the first year of preschool, Abby, Kindergarten. Their last days ended up being the same day and to say I was a wreck would be an understatement. I literally cried all. day. long. Mind you, double the babies, double the emotions. I've cried so easily and so often this pregnancy its ridiculous. I wasn't so sad about Maddie, because she has another year of preschool. But Abby is growing up. She is now in 1st grade and I can't even believe it. So yes, I cried all day over her and when i look back at pictures of her in school, i still get emotional. Its ridiculous. But that night we celebrated at (gross) Del Taco, as per request from my kids. (they have the best play place, according to them.) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We also celebrated our 8th anniversary, but as of yet haven't really gone out on a date for it, so that is still TBA.</div>
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Also on May 31, we had our 20 week ultrasound. Along with my heightened emotions, I have also had heightened anxiety. I've had 3 really healthy babies, so I just knew something would be wrong with the twins. So, after much gagging and nausea, me and Sam dropped the kids off at Grandma Nonies and went to the appointment. They scanned the first baby, and all seemed well (even though the technician isn't supposed to say much, I could tell by her face things seemed great.) And Baby A was a girl. I felt a bit of relief. Then she scanned baby b, which also seemed healthy, and Baby B also is a girl. Then she left, and we waited for the doctor. Just a few more minutes and i could relax. The doctor came in and said that both girls look fantastic and healthy and are growing amazing. What a relief!! I am so blessed to be able to grow healthy, happy babies!! And, I'm really good at making girls too.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, that sums up the main events of the Tappana family. Hopefully, I'll have more upcoming blogs about Andy and the pregnancy. We are pretty nervous to have 5 kids, 6 and under, but I know that we are meant to end our family with two babies. (because Heavenly Father has a sense of humor, and knows I wouldn't have a 5th pregnancy, so we get two!) I know things will also work out, because this is how it is supposed to be, but doesn't mean we aren't nervous. </div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-21709403444534820042016-12-13T08:09:00.000-08:002016-12-13T09:36:00.243-08:00Madalyn Marie: 3 years old<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been binge watching Fuller House over the weekend while i did my mountains of laundry. So the one phrase that comes to mind when I think of how long its been since I last blogged is "Oh Mylanta!" Because I have been wanting to blog about how sweet/sassy Maddie is for a while, but better late than never right?<br />
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Madalyn turned 3 years old on the 18th of August. And since then, she has turned into so much a threenager. But she is also the sweetest thing in the world.<br />
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Madalyn took a little bit of time to potty train, but she finally is, for the most part. She still has accidents when she is busy playing, and sometimes the toilet and going number 2 still scares her, but we do leave the house with undies and we don't buy pull-ups anymore. She is still in a diaper at night, but I'm ok with that for now.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The doll she got for finally being potty trained</td></tr>
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Madalyn started preschool in September. I was so nervous for her to start, because she basically hated other kids. We would go and play at the playground, and if other kids were playing there, she would get so angry and not play near them. So I didn't know how she would do in preschool. But starting school was THE BEST thing for Madalyn. First of all, that's what helped her finally start to potty. But most importantly, she is friendly to kids now!! And she is so outgoing and not as shy. She will talk to strangers in line at the store, she plays beside other kids, and doesn't get mad at them, and she is just so friendly. Sure, she still has an attitude sometimes, but she is a three year old.<br />
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Maddie is super silly. She makes crazy faces, and has the most contagious hard laugh. You know she is in a good mood when she wakes up and automatically makes a goofy face. She learned how to go cross eyed not too long ago and now constantly does it.<br />
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If you let her, Maddie will talk your ear off. The other day at school, my sister said she was talking so much that she actually drooled on the ground, because she didn't even pause to swallow. She then looked at the floor, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and kept going. Her stories usually start with "this one time" and then she will launch in a huge long adorable story.<br />
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Madalyn loves many things, some of which include: candy and anything sweet, Abby, (her idol) Andy, Youtube kids, The Chipmunks, Owlette from PJ Masks, the songs "Five Little Monkeys" and the Finger Family songs, carrots and ranch dip, watching movies/resting on mommy and daddies bed, all the superheros, but particularly Batman, and basically copying everything Abby does. Oh and she also loves potty humor and talking about poop. Oh boy.<br />
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-149031811981023862016-10-20T13:35:00.001-07:002016-10-20T13:35:11.736-07:00Abbigale Mae-5 years old.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm only about 3 months late with this blog. Blogging has just been put on the back burner since starting work. Even reading blogs sadly has gone the way of the world. Which is a shame, because that is my favorite thing to do. So I'm going to try to get back into reading blogs. At least the blogs of my favorite people. Anyway, since i use these as journal entries, I decided it is time to update about my most favorite little 5 year old ever. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Abby is sure a one of a kind little girl with a huge imagination. For her birthday she got a Baby Alive doll for her and basically treats that, along with several other dolls, as her children. Sometimes heading out of the house is tricky because we have to make sure she isn't sneaking too many dolls or doll accessories that will get lost and left behind. The two girls (but mostly Abby) treat their dolls Summer and Bailey as part of our family and i love it. Sometimes i hate it, but mostly, i love it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Abby started Kindergarten this year. She is super smart and is loving learning how to read. However, she is also VERY social and the teacher had to talk to me about Abby not listening to her and talking to all her friends. She even had to leave class one day and brought home a note for me to sign. Now she has a little behavior sticker chart at home and when she fills that up from being good, she can get a toy. Last I spoke to her teacher Miss. King, she is getting better.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Her socializing isn't all bad though. She taught me a big lesson one day. She was at the park with one night with Sam while i was at work. Sam texted me that there was a little girl there. Abby said she wanted to show this little girl her doll Summer. Sam asked her if that little girl was her friend. Abby said "No, but i'm going to make her one." Seeing that text made me realize what a wonderful little girl I have, and taught me a lesson to always be friendly and seek out friendships rather than judging or being afraid that someone won't like me. </div>
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Abby is into boys a ton lately. And marriage. She can't wait to get married. One of the boys in our ward, who happens to be in her class, is her supposed boyfriend. She is constantly talking about Logan and how she is in love with him and how they will be getting married when they are older. "but not for a long time because i'm not ready to have kids yet mom." Here is a conversation i had over text with Logans mom.</div>
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Amy: Logan: "Mom, i am not her boyfriend and we are not in love. She told everyone at school that! Its embarrassing!" </div>
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Haha. He is a good sport though it seems, since they are still friends and still like to play. I did have to tell her to tone it down at school and maybe stop telling every one they are boyfriend and girlfriend. And apparently, he has wedding rings for both of them and picked out the temple they will get married in. He just doesn't want to do the whole boyfriend thing first. Oh these kids are adorable.<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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Other things abby loves: the kids youtube, her barbies, her brother and sister, swimming, playing at the park, socializing/being anywhere but home. (which is hard on her introvert mom) Mario, ramen noodles, chocolate, kids meals from Old McDonalds, donuts, peppers, raw green beans, her daddy, taking showers and princesses. <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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She is such a huge helper to me, and has often helped me with the younger two if i am busy with something. (she has changed multiple poopy diapers for me without me asking, because she knows i would tell her she didn't have to) She has helped maddie go potty, calmed down Andy when i can't, even has fed him at night while Sam has been busy doing things. She is such just such a wonderful child and I am so glad she is ours forever. I love you Abbigale Mae, to the moon and back. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-85577677457440662292016-07-20T12:18:00.002-07:002016-07-20T12:18:54.352-07:00Half a Year<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I can't believe my sweet baby boy is already 6 months old. These 6 months flew, and he is already well on his way to turning a year and I don't know how i feel about that. When i found out Andy was a boy, I was kind of devastated. I wanted all girls. I knew girls. I can admit this now, because it was obviously a hormonal, irrational fear, because I seriously cannot get enough of my baby boy. He has my heart in a way his sisters don't. (they both have my heart in different ways too, obviously. I wish everyone could at least have one of each!)<br />
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At 6 months old, Andy:<br />
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<li>Loves me more than anybody else. I'm sure that will change when he realizes Daddy is into sports/can actually play said sports with him. But for now, I will take being his most favorite thing on the face of this planet.</li>
<li>He still loves to nurse, and only nurse. He will take a bottle, but not very well, and he pretty much hates baby food. Except bananas. He will sort of eat those.</li>
<li>He had his first camping trip, and handled it like a champ.</li>
<li>He can roll front to back, is good at arching his way out of his bouncer, and can sit up on his own for a couple of seconds before toppling over and getting very upset about it</li>
<li>He smiles very easily, but it takes a lot for him to laugh, and when he does laugh its pretty much just a chuckle.</li>
<li>One time he chuckles pretty good is when i am wiping his bum after pooping. Seriously. He just sits and chuckles as i clean him up. Whether it tickles, or he is rubbing it in that he just pooped, I don't know. But its adorable and hilarious. </li>
<li>He makes the most adorable baby sounds, and I just can't get enough of his cute little voice!</li>
<li>He sleeps super well. I can put him in his crib at nap and bed time, and he will just grab his blanket, put it over his face, and falls asleep almost immediately. Sometimes he sleeps all night, but usually he wakes up between 4 and 6:30, eats, and then falls back to sleep. I definitely don't hate it. The only time he has been up multiple times lately is over the 4th, when he was cutting a serious tooth and was miserable. </li>
<li>He loves to grab things. Anytime i am holding him and i take a drink of something, he is quick to grab my cup or water bottle and slobber all over it, and he likes his toys very much. </li>
<li>He loves to stand look around. i need to get him one of those jumper bouncy things. He also hates to be in my ergo. He might like it better if it faced forward, but he hates being confined and facing me. Yet he loves to be held. Come on boy. Mama can only do so much!</li>
<li>He has two adorable bottom teeth, and surprisingly has only bitten me a couple of times. I think he must know if he starts to bite, its bye bye nursing, hello bottle. </li>
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I sure do love my little boy. I can't get enough of his fuzzy head and big blue eyes. He is my favorite little dude in the whole wide world!!</div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-57087563235457649352016-07-01T20:15:00.000-07:002016-07-01T20:15:11.554-07:00A New Decade. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I sit here on the eve of aging a new decade, I can't help but reflect on what a fantastic 10 years of my life my 20s were; by far the best decade I ever had. I had a lot of ups and plenty of downs, but honestly, I had a great 10 years. I'm feeling all sentimental about turning 30 tomorrow, so I decided to make a list of 10 big things that happened to me in my 20s.<br />
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<li>At 20 years old, my missionary left me for two years, and it was super hard and crappy at times, but it was totally worth every hardship. (spoiler: I waited.)</li>
<li>I moved away for the first time in my life and attended SUU. This was the best thing I could have done. I learned how to get by myself, and I made the closest friends. I came out of the shell that high school put me in and really discovered who Caitlin Bingham was. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>I went to California and saw the ocean for the first time with my roomates for Spring Break one year. It was such a fun road trip and I loved seeing the beautiful ocean. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>I went on a tour with the Tabernacle Choir, and flew on an airplane and left the country the for the first time in my life. We were only in Canada for less than 24 hours, but it still counts. The tour was such a wonderful, spiritual experience, and it is something I will always hold close to my heart and treasure forever. The best part was turning 21 on tour, and having a bus full of choir members sing to me. I also saw my boyfriend on his mission, and that was pretty <strike>awkward</strike> cool too. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>I was married to my best friend and love of my life in my 20s, and that was hands-down the best thing I have ever done. Our wedding day was so wonderful, and I couldn't believe that after years of knowing each other, dating, and waiting for him on his mission, I was FINALLY marrying Sam Tappana.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>Sam and I bought two great cars in our family; our honda accord (lola) and our Honda Pilot (rosie.)</li>
<li>I became a real grown up in my 20s, when we decided to buy our house. I mean, we actually had a mortgage and had to really be self sufficient!! .</li>
<li>I ran my first half marathon, and it is something I NEVER thought it would EVER do, but I did it and I am still really proud of myself for putting my mind to something and accomplishing that goal.</li>
<li>I became a mom in my 20s, 3 times. First at 25, then 27, and again at 29 and out of everything that I have done in my 20s, this one by far is the one I am most proud of. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My 20s were great, and I can't wait to see what kind of adventures I will have in these next 10 years. </div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-28519387703465811042016-05-02T22:05:00.000-07:002016-05-02T22:05:33.723-07:00Life in April<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
April was a great month, but also a not so great month, and since its been over a month since i last blogged, i thought i would talk about April in a slew of pictures.<br />
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At the beginning of April, we were able to go to Sams mission reunion. He was more excited than i was, but it ended up being a nice time. Especially because we were able to last minute leave our girls at Sams parents house with their cousins that just came in, leaving it just me, Sam, and Andy. It made it easier to eat all the treats. I also had to note some cuddles we had conference weekend, the girls snuggled up asleep on my bed and me snuggling a sleeping Andy. Also in April, Abby got pink eye, making it so we couldn't play with our cousins as much, and Madalyn looks pretty in my lipstick.<br />
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Also in April, i have been really trying to focus and get back into working out. Its been a little more difficult than I hoped because Andy decided he doesn't like sleeping all night anymore, so getting up early hasn't happened very often and working out with kids around can take all morning, but its important to me, so I've pushed through. Andy was also able to meet his month older (exactly) cousin Kendrick for the first time, and had fun hanging out with him and Raegan. (Jake and Ashley's 6 month old) Also, Andy has been flashing smiles, Madalyn has been sneaking into Grammy and Papas crackers, and we enjoyed some really beautiful weather in April.<br />
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Since daddy works two jobs, and some days are EXTRA long, we have been going on walks at night and the girls push their babies as well. We also have before bed snuggles, just to torture Andy. The last day we were able to hang out with Kari and cousins, we went to Zumba together. The boys were really good while we worked out, and we forced a picture of all the kids in the bright light after. And then we took a selfie of us. We had a lot of fun with Kari, Ammon, Lydia and Kendrick even despite missing a couple of days with pink eye and Lydia having the flu.<br />
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Andy also as enjoyed playing with his sisters dolls and using my snapchat filters. He makes one handsome cop, don't you think? Unfortunately, almost a week after Abby got pink eye, Madalyn and Andy were down with it, and we all had nasty colds that hung on for weeks. It. was. miserable.<br />
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Now that Andy sits in his bumbo well, meal times are a lot more fun with him on the table. Abby has also been loving the snapchat filters. Madalyn doesn't like the filters, but she does like my all over makeup stick, and literally put it all over. And, a shopping trip with exhausted girls was saved with some donuts.<br />
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A few other little tidbits ending up April; my beautiful Abby loving on her brother, Madalyn rolling over to snuggle Abby one morning, Andy falling asleep on Sam in a silly way, Madalyn upset at something, and Andy not so much loving his sisters smothery kisses.<br />
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We were also able to go to our first RSL game of the season one Saturday with our friends the Heidts, for free too since Jessica is awesome and won tickets on the radio, but sadly, I didn't take any pictures. Just snaps. The problem with Snaps man.<br />
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I am really glad we all feel better finally. That was a long two weeks, but we survived and we are so excited for May to be here!!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6251316985921630352016-03-21T22:17:00.002-07:002016-03-21T22:17:37.528-07:00Andrew Samuel: 2 months<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh man its been so long since I have blogged. I totally missed Andys 1 month update, and he has been 2 months for almost 2 weeks, so I thought it was about time. I miss blogging, but I hardly ever sit at my computer these days. I haven't even sat and read blogs in ages. plus, my computer is literally falling apart, so pushing buttons is kinda hard. My screen is literally hanging on by a thread to my keyboard! yikes!! Anyway, this is about Andy, not my dumb computer.<br />
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I can't believe i ever was nervous about having a little boy. seriously, i enjoyed my pregnancy even less because i had such great anxiety that a) i wouldn't know how to handle a boy and b) that he wouldn't be as cute as my girls. my gosh how wrong i was. little Andy has my whole heart, and did from the very first moment he was laid on my chest and we did skin to skin. I can't believe how much i love him.<br />
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At two months Andy can:<br />
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<li>He makes you work for his smiles. He is a very serious young man, but when he does smile, it lights up his whole face.</li>
<li>He loves being held. Some days not much gets done because he hates being put down. And when he is held, he loves facing out. </li>
<li>He hates tummy time, but what baby doesn't, right?</li>
<li>He loves to eat, and nurses really well. We tried a bottle once and he didn't take it so well, but i have a girls night coming up in a week and i need him to take it. </li>
<li>I'm going to jinx myself again, but he is typically a really good sleeper. last time i admitted this on social media, he kept me up for a few nights, but he is back to sleeping well. Lately he has been going to sleep for the night around 10 and waking up anywhere between 5:30 and 7:30, and going back to sleep after he eats a bit. And he has himself on a pretty good nap schedule too, usually when the girls lay down so i can have alone time, or sleep like i prefer. Because i love to sleep. </li>
<li>He is starting to get interested in objects. He tried grabbing my moms watch the other day, he stares at his hangy things on his swing, and was very interested in a monkey toy the other day. </li>
<li>He loves his sisters, even if they do smother him and make him cry.</li>
<li>He seems to be a big mamas boy, which i'm pretty ok with. :)</li>
<li>He has many nicknames. Abby calls him Andy-pants and Madalyn calls him "my baby anyew."</li>
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I am seriously so in love with my little boy, and i'm so glad he is in our little family. He is so loved by his daddy and his sisters too. We truly are so blessed!! I love you little Andy!</div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-12143046542847726542016-02-11T17:53:00.000-08:002016-02-11T17:53:05.928-08:00Life Lately With a New Baby (as of a few weeks ago)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Its true what they say. The third baby is a game changer. A wonderful one, but a big one. So with this big game changer, life has been Abby trying to hold her baby brother at every chance she can get. Its been a handsome baby boy fresh out of a bath. Life has been a quick dinner date with my boys, because when I have a newborn, I need to get out of the house. And life has been Madalyn loving on her baby brother as well. </div>
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Life lately has been a sneaky Madalyn finishing her milk quickly, and then stealing her sisters when she leaves. its been giving Madalyn extra snuggles so she doesn't feel replaced. Life has been an adorable picture of my two favorite guys, and its been appreciating my girls being asleep. </div>
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Life lately has been Madalyn falling asleep in Abbys bed, and Abby waking up in Madalyns. Its been Madalyn getting strong at my moms house, and its been my adorable baby's face. </div>
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Life has been still trying to figure out how we all the sudden have 3 kids, but loving it (most of the time anyway.) Its been eating at Leatherbys for our friends 30th bday. Life has been spending fun times with my family of 5, and not being able to resist a picture of my boy actually awake. </div>
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Life has been Abby reading her book in church, and of course needing her glasses. Its been Madalyn not being able to resist poking at Andy. Life has been Andy meeting his cousin Wyatt, who was born in August, and its been him being adorable as he sleeps.</div>
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Life has been going to the movies on MLK day to see the Good Dinosaur. Its been a happy big sister and a handsome little man, and its been Andy's first real bath and him not enjoying it whatsoever. </div>
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And lastly, its been finding Madalyn asleep on the floor because waking up was too hard. Its been another close of of Andy because i just can't get enough. Life has been full of finding selfies much like this of Abby on my phone, And its been lots of time spent on my bed watching movies while adjusting to a mommy of 3.</div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6522235187148252102016-02-02T11:56:00.005-08:002016-02-02T11:56:47.778-08:00Andrew Samuel Tappana<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(This blog took me 2 weeks to write. Life with three kids, right?)<br />
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Andy's birth story isn't my favorite. I know, sounds terrible but let me splain. I usually love the labor part of pregnancy. I hate the pregnancy so much, that once I'm in labor, I know its almost over and it is my last...hurrah i guess you could say? Sounds weird I know. So after having such a fantastic labor and delivery with Madalyn, I thought for sure Andrew would just fly out. Not so. It was my hardest pregnancy, and its almost as if Andy wanted one last guarantee that he will be the youngest, by making labor long. (Disclaimer: no guarantees are final)<br />
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On the morning of January 9th, I started to have contractions. They weren't too painful, but they were pretty frequent. We went about our morning as usual. All the sudden, they got so bad I could hardly breath through them, so we packed up everything and headed to the hospital. By the time we got there at about 1:30, they had calmed down quite a bit. I was progressing a bit, but not a ton so they had me walk for an hour and then get checked again. In that hour, i progressed a centimeter, but since my contractions weren't bad anymore, they wanted me to walk for one more hour. Two hours of walking in bad shoes at 39 weeks pregnant is exhausting. But i was determined to stay, so walk i did. Me and Sam even did some stairs. Well, that did the trick because when i got back, i was at a 5 and they kept me. However, shortly after, my contractions all but stopped, thus my progression did. By this time it was maybe about 7:00? Sam decided to run home to get the girls some things to stay at my moms for the night and nothing happened in that time. At about 9 or so, they came in to check me and i was only at a 6, so i decided to have them break my water. Shortly after the contractions started again with finally some more intensity. About an hour later, I asked for the epidural and got some nice sweet, sweet relief. Sadly, that once again, stopped my progression. I think they waited about two hours and came in and I was still just at 6, so they asked if pitocen was ok. At this point, i just wanted him out so I didn't mind one bit!! After that, we just snoozed as often as we could. My epidural was starting to wear off and I was feeling pretty bad contractions in my left side. I was able to push the button for more medicine and rolled over on my left side. Before I knew it however, it was time to push. The epidural was actually quite perfect. I could feel the contractions enough to know I needed to push, and I could move my legs by myself, but nothing else!<br />
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The delivery was quite the chaotic event. As i started to push, Sam all the sudden got quite dizzy and had to sit down. A nurse took over holding my leg, while Sam sat on the couch and immediately passed out. We don't know why he passed out, but we concluded that he could not be a doctor someday. As he was going through that, I all the sudden started throwing up. Andy had to get one last puke out of me. I fear I sprayed the poor nurse and midwife with my vomit, but i'm sure they are used to that, although i was quite embarrassed and tried to apologize between pukes. As i was finishing up, my midwife with some urgency told me i needed to push him out now. His shoulders got stuck and he wasn't doing so well. She was calm, but i could tell it was eminent that i got him out right then. So i used what energy i had left and pushed him out. They put him on my chest and i could tell something wasn't quite right. He was a little floppy and lifeless. However, everyone was calm and they just took him and started to rub him and that i when i heard the sweet cry of my baby boy.<br />
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Andrew Samuel Tappana was born January 10th 2016 at 4:18am weighing 9lbs 5oz and 20in long. Its no wonder I was so miserable near the end. He was HUGE!! After they weighed and measured him, they gave him to me for skin to skin and sacred hour. Bonding with my new baby boy for that hour was the best feeling in the world. As soon as i saw his face and he started making little snort noises and started rooting, my heart was forever changed. Another boy came into my life that took a large piece of my heart that i didn't know existed. I'll admit, i was nervous having a boy. i only knew girl everything up until this point. What was I going to do with a boy? Was i going to love him like i love my girls? All that worry and fear i carried around for 20 weeks fell off my shoulders as i fell in love with my sweet little boy. I will never be the same.<br />
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Andy is a dream baby. He eats really well and sleeps ok. I pulled a couple all nighters the first week, but lately he wakes up to eat and goes back to sleep. I hope it lasts.<br />
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Abby and Maddie are smitten by him. Anytime he cries, they gather around him and try to shush and comfort him by making him even more upset, since they are right in his space. Poor kid. Haha. Abby always asks me why he is crying and she is fascinated with breastfeeding. She admitted one day to me that a baby brother "isn't so bad after all." Madalyn loves to hold him and push him in his swing. She also loves to try and suffocate him with her hugs.<br />
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I feel so complete right now in life. I was terrified for 3, and though its definitely been an adjustment, it has also been the sweetest 3 weeks of our lives. We are in love with our new addition!!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-10743018251446979222016-01-04T08:41:00.001-08:002016-01-04T08:41:59.641-08:00Christmas 2015<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We had such a wonderful Christmas season. I'll admit last night as we were finally getting around to putting our decor away, I was a huge baby about it and was a silly sobbing mess. I don't know why. All I have wanted was to end 2015 so we can meet this baby, and now all the sudden its over!! It was just so magical this year. I blame it on the pregnancy hormones. :)<br />
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We kept Christmas simple this year. a) we didn't have a ton of money and b) pregnant Caitlin didn't have a lot of energy. I also didn't take many pictures, because I was using my video camera, but thats ok. The video is priceless. Anyway, Christmas morning we all slept in later than I thought. I woke up to Abby telling me it was time to get the presents. So we headed downstairs and Christmas morning was over in about 20 minutes! Haha. We didn't have a ton like I said, but why does it have to get over so quickly?<br />
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Abby's favorite gifts included her Baby Alive (even though it didn't pee and poo. Thank you Santa!) and her Ariel doll. Madalyns favorite was her bubble machine and her princess ball.<br />
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After a lazy morning, we headed to my moms house to continue the celebration and open more presents. My girls got the cutest outfits from my mom, Andy got some burp cloths, Sam and I got tickets to hale center theater show with the rest of my siblings, and my sister and brother in law were awesome this year and got the kids and us some great gifts. Abby got some frozen lipgloss, Maddie got a Jake and the Neverland Pirates figurine, which she also loves and sometimes goes to sleep with it, and we got a gift card to Amazon. We can't figure out what we are going to get with it yet!!!<br />
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After a yummy dinner (that I didn't enjoy wah wah wah) the adults spent some time visiting while the kids ran around like crazies. My niece Tiaree got a Harry Potter trivia game that made me feel awesome because I was doing pretty awesome if I do say so myself. It was just a nice all around night, even when Abby broke out in hives somehow (we think maybe she got into some fiberglass that was in my parents basement) and we had to go get her benedryl.<br />
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-9774393614935514092015-12-30T10:09:00.000-08:002015-12-30T10:09:23.613-08:00Life Lately: December Edition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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December has been a fun and busy month. Here are some of the happenings of December so far:</div>
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At the beginning of December, we decided to make sure and get our trip to Temple Square in, so we didn't miss it. Good thing we did too!! It was a fun but cold night!!</div>
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December was also full of little girls with cute Christmas nails,(beware Sam, your son will probably have painted nails on occasion) decorating our house, and ice cream cones bigger than our faces. </div>
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We've also had lots of mommy-Madalyn bonding time, which will make the transition to baby number three hard on her. She is certainly a mommy's girl and I love every minute of it. However, this mamas girl also has a bad habit of chewing up her food and then spitting it out when she realizes she is done with it. So gross. Especially when its her pb sandwiches. (gag!) I've also taken lots of warm baths this month. They help my back feel better, but getting out of them is a bit of a comedy act. December was also full of Holiday crafts from Abby's preschool. This reindeer hat was one of my favorites.</div>
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December has been the month of the girls having fun together. They mostly play nicely with their toys and it makes me so happy. Also, how gorgeous is Abby in this picture? She just HAD to put on her lipstick before bed. We have also had a lot of lazy mornings in which Abby made her own bed downstairs, and these two girls cuddling together during nap time makes my heart happy!!</div>
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December has been a month of feeling huge and pregnant, and my sweet Abby taking care of me by putting a blanket on me and letting me cuddle her bear. What a sweetheart!! Its also been a lot of skipped naps making it so sweetheart number two can't handle it anymore and falls asleep on me while at Grandma and Grandpas. Also, December brought me my mom and sisters annual shopping day. That hat saved the day multiple times, and eating at Red Robin was fun for all!!</div>
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One day while Abby was in preschool, I had a doctors appointment and brought Madalyn with me. It was an unusually long appointment, and Madalyn was a little angel the whole time!! (of course, one kid is always easier than two.) December also has brought more snow than I've seen in a few years. Though I'm not a fan of driving in it, we sure have loved having it. Abby was so excited to build this snowman with a huge carrot nose and goldfish eyes. I'm also a super lazy cook these days, so one night we ate at the food court and rewarded the girls good eating/behavior with a carousal ride, which they both were so sad when it ended. Abby also had the best time holding her newest baby girl cousin Raegan. She is one beautiful baby!! Since August, we have had two new baby boy cousins on my side and a boy and girl cousin on Sams side. So many new babies!!! (we are next!!)</div>
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Again, December has had some slow mornings, but this new picture is one of my most favorites of my girls. Also, a lot of races have taken place downstairs and the girls FINALLY got to sit on Santas lap!</div>
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This month has also brought some forced family pictures. I had to get one of all of us in our red clothes the Sunday before Christmas!! Its also brought the naughty out of my girls as they ripped open a new package of gum while I was showering and ate 8 pieces!! I also had to include this super creepy and hilarious picture of Abby, because it seriously had me ugly laughing one night after a particularly trying day. And its been these sisters avoiding nap time like the plague but being cute about it. </div>
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And lastly, this month has been a little 2 year old whose life was over at Harmons one night. Its been new makeup from Aunt Ashley which made for one happy 4 year old, and its been more naughtiness on Christmas Eve. Apparently, Abby got bored while pooping and her little sister helped. </div>
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Yes, December was a good month. A good last month as a family of 4. Stay tuned for Christmas and our 2015 in review!! (and before we know it, a baby update!)</div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-21560690856983566822015-12-29T11:47:00.002-08:002015-12-29T11:47:33.143-08:0037 weeks and 5 days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Man alive, this pregnancy has been rough, both physically and emotionally. With Abby and Maddie, I was of course ready to have a baby, but this time around I am flat out done!! I've been done for months now and I am so, so happy that there is a huge light at the end of the tunnel!!!<br />
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I'm looking forward to so much once this baby comes. Here is a list of a few of the major things I can't wait to do!!!<br />
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1) Eat. Eat like a normal person. I hate food, as I have complained about quite a bit (sorry about that!) But its bad. Even food I do manage to eat I still don't really enjoy. And, I honestly can't wait to get back to eating healthy. That's just not happening as much as i'd like these days. I'm looking forward to salads for lunch again and cooking a healthy meal that I will actually enjoy!!<br />
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2) No more heartburn. A common complaint of the pregnant woman.<br />
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3) Being able to hug Sam again really tight without a hard belly getting in the way. I love to hug that man and It will be wonderful to be able to really really hug him again!!<br />
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4) Rolling over in bed without causing a mini earthquake as I do so. Also along those lines, being able to get out of bed without struggle, getting off the floor with ease, and not needing a crane to get out of the bathtub.<br />
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5) Running. I cannot wait to run again!! I'm so excited to get back to it!! And along those lines, being able to workout harder again.<br />
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6) Not gagging at the slightest thing. Anywhere from wind in my face to changing a diaper makes me gag. And every time I do gag, I have to sit and wait to see if I'm going to puke, because every. single. time I feel stuff wanting to come up. Gross.<br />
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7) Sleeping better. I know, I know. With a newborn I wont be sleeping much at all, but when i do sleep, I feel it will be more soundly and if nothing else, more comfortably.<br />
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8) Snuggling with my girls more comfortably. Lately they have been such snugglers, especially Madalyn. I can't wait til I don't have a big hard belly in the way!!!<br />
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9) Clothes/garments not rolling below/above my belly anymore. I hate things under my stomach. I hate things above my stomach. I hate an exposed stomach.<br />
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10) Being able to wear my ring once more!! Yahoo!!<br />
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Well, there you have it. My super complainy list of things I can't wait to have happen once this baby makes its exit out of the womb. 2 more weeks. I can hang in there for 2 more weeks...right? Either way, I know our little Andrew Samuel will be totally worth it all.</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-52810353126570606592015-12-21T11:23:00.000-08:002015-12-21T11:23:01.509-08:00Pregnancy Update: Less than 4 weeks left!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Week:</u> 36 weeks and 4 days!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size of Baby:</u> Big and only getting bigger. Seriously, I feel so HUGE!!! Haha. My tummy is definitely in the way all the time. Please bless Andy doesn't make it to 9 lbs plus this time around...<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Movement:</u> Through the day he seems pretty quiet. I am obviously more busy so I don't notice as much, but as soon as i sit down for the night he goes crazy. Its starting to hurt sometimes, but I still love it. Except when he jumps on my bladder. I accidentally pee enough as it is. He doesn't have to do that to me too!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I've been eating:</u> I've been trying so hard to eat healthy, but its just not working most the time. Food is nasty, unless its mint M&M's, Oreos, Cocoa Dino Bites, and anything holiday. Last night we had a pot roast for dinner and it was actually good though, so that was a Christmas miracle. 4 more weeks and then I can enjoy food again. Yay!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">How I've been feeling:</u> Eh. Last week was hard. I was nauseous and achy and sad. But this weekend and today have been good!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Best Moment of the Week:</u> When Sam brought me home pretzel bites Friday night after work, and yesterday was the best Sunday before Christmas ever!! Church was wonderful and filled with the spirit, naps were a perfect length of time, dinner tasted amazing, and playing Mario/relaxing was wonderful!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I'm looking forward to:</u> Christmas this week and the birth of my son. Obviously. Good vibes that he will come a week (or more!!) early please!!! ;)</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-38469771615443992822015-12-03T10:00:00.001-08:002015-12-03T10:00:41.746-08:00Thanksgiving Weekend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Thanksgiving weekend was one of the best weekends we have had in such a long time. I thought it was going to be a bummer week. Sams second job at Litzas is really busy around the holidays, so he was scheduled to work Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, so I really thought it was going to be a bummer. But besides working late on Monday, he was off every other day by 8 and he didn't have to go in til about 5 or 6, so it wasn't too bad after all!<br />
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Wednesday we didn't do much. Sam got off work from his day job at 1, and when he got home we all took naps until he had to leave again. Lame yes, but also quite necessary. That night when he got home, we all enjoyed some family movie time. It really was fantastic.<br />
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Thursday, my mom sister and I did our normal Thanksgiving swim. It felt so nice for my big pregnant self to float around and stretch in the water for a bit. After the swim, I came home and got busy making some things for dinner, and then we ended up at my moms for a wonderful and delicious Thanksgiving dinner. A few of my aunts and uncles were there, as well as my cousin Tifanee, so it was so much fun!! Also, let me note here that I had 3 pieces of pie and I am not ashamed. That night we were all dead and ended up sleeping fantastically that night.<br />
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Friday we lazed around a bit and then we hit the stores to try and get some Black Friday deals. I ended up finding a griddle for $15, we found the Santa Clause and The Grinch, and got a few Christmas toys for the girls. Sam went to work and us girls lazed around til he got home. Once he was home, we watched The Grinch and then fell asleep to the Santa Clause.<br />
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Saturday, I woke up sick, so we literally did nothing all day long. I didn't mind one bit. The girls had fun int he snow for a bit, and Sam worked for maybe an hour that night and guess what we did once he was home? Yep, we watched movies.<br />
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Sunday I stayed home from church sick and binge watched Greys Anatomy (stupid stupid show) and Sam took both girls to church with him. It was a nice 3 hours to myself resting. After long afternoon naps and some meetings for Sam, we headed on over to his dads for some soup. We planned to stay home, but we both agreed getting dinner made for us was a good deal. Plus, we don't see that side nearly as much now that everyone lives out of state, so it was nice to visit for a bit.<br />
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I know the weekend may have seemed mundane to most, but it truly was a fantastic, much needed restful weekend spent with those I love the most. And boy do I love them. I still can't believe sometimes that this is my real life. That I married the man of my dreams who I met when we were just 15, and we have two of the most adorable wonderful girls in the world and are adding a 3rd one to the mix in just 6 more weeks. I truly am blessed!!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-33254063276801063372015-11-20T07:19:00.001-08:002015-11-20T07:19:15.372-08:00Our St. George get away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My family owns a time share condo in St. George, and we are able to go down about once a year. So when the opportunity came up months ago for a short vacation last month, we were definitely in. The closer it got, I wondered if we should go as money is tight (thanks to poor sick Madalyn and the hospital bills this summer) but we decided we really needed a vacation and this was pretty much the cheapest one to go on. Also, it would be just us and my parents, which yes it would have been fun with the whole family there, but we got the whole basement of the condo to ourselves, which was really nice, especially considering we all already had a hard enough time sleeping down there.<br />
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So on Wednesday the 21st after Sam got home from work, we loaded the car and headed down. The trip down was terrible at first. Abby is terrified of the dark lately and started crying that she wanted to go home as we were right outside Provo, even being distracted with a movie. She did this on and off for a while, and seeing as Madalyn loves to copy Abby, she started it up too. Finally I remembered about some glow sticks Grandma Nonie gave us that I was saving specifically for the dark trip, and that calmed them down both immediately. The rest of the drive down went pretty smoothly, only having to stop in Beaver for a potty/run break. We got to the condo about 10:30 or 11, but our wired kids were up sooo late. Abby and I fell asleep about 1, but Sam and Madalyn were up til about 2.<br />
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The next day, we decided to keep it pretty chill, seeing as our kids were exhausted. We had breakfast at Blackbear Diner. After blackbear, we went back to the condo and put the girls down for a nap. Madalyn wouldn't go nicely so I rocked her, and it was the best!! After some resting, my mom and I ran to get some groceries (that was the worst. 2 hours gone!) After shopping we had some dinner, and then went to our own parts of the condo for the night (except the times abby and maddie were up bugging my mom and dad!)<br />
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Friday morning we decided to head to Zion National Park; my favorite place! We all drove in our car so my dad could use his perks of being old and get us in for free. We drove through the tunnels, had a fun picnic lunch, and then took the shuttle up to the River Walk for our hike of the day. My girls were troopers on the way up...slow troopers who just wanted to explore, but hey, that is being a kid right?? It took us 45 minutes to walk the mile to the Narrows. Once there, the girls threw rocks in the water for a bit and we headed down. Sam had Madalyn on his back and my dad carried a very gabby Abby on his shoulders who told him all about the water cycle. According to her, the water goes into the mud at night to sleep, and then wakes up in the morning to keep flowing. It only took us about 20-25 minutes to hike down. After that we were all exhausted so we decided to head back to St. George, grabbing some pizza on the way there. That night we watched movies. It was another later night, and we didn't sleep well once again.<br />
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Because of our lack of sleep, we decided to forgo our plans to go to Snow Canyon and just hang around St. George. After a very late start to our morning, we ate our lunch and headed to the park. Abby was acting kind of blah, but I chalked it up to her being exhausted...until about 45 minutes into playing she ran up to where I was sitting and the poor thing threw up. So, we ended our day out and went back for naps and my sweet parents went and got her some sprite and saltines. After her nap she seemed to be doing a lot better, but threw up at the dinner table again that night. We then cuddled the rest of the night and went to bed early...ish. (compared to the other days anyway.)<br />
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The next morning, Sunday, it was time to pack up and go home. That was the best nights sleep we all got, and Abby was thrilled she didn't throw up in the middle of the night. We slowly packed up our things and left about 2 to head home. The trip home wasn't terrible. We stopped in Fillmore to get our wiggles out at the Maverick park and then drove the rest of the way home, Madalyn was super unhappy and just wanted out. But we made it home by about 6:30 and the girls were so happy to get out of their seats. Abby was so happy to be home that she hugged the house. I am not really sure what was up with her the trip (besides not feeling well, which is never fun to be sick outside the home) but she weirdly was anxious to get home the whole time. At one point she was saying how much she missed our basement and her bed (and my bed.) Sunday night she threw up one more time, but thankfully we were home and we all slept amazing in our own beds.<br />
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It was a very nice get away though, despite the few hangups. I'm so glad we were able to have a cheap get away that we all needed to have very much!! Thanks mom and dad for having us tagalongs!! </div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-45359872218156922672015-11-16T12:12:00.000-08:002015-11-16T12:12:09.340-08:00Because I need a little Christmas this year.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every year when the Holidays start, I am very adamant about waiting for all things Christmas until Thanksgiving Day. That is, until this year. I started listening to Christmas music and watching Christmas movies last week, and I couldn't be happier.<br />
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You see, 2015 has been one of the hardest years to date. Lice, a broken arm, flues, a hospital stay, a very, very hard pregnancy, more Madalyn sick scares, and financial struggles. It seems like something went wrong on all the fun holidays this year and we had to miss out. I know, sounds like 1st world boo hoo problems. But its enough to wear on a person.<br />
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I guess I'm also wanting to start celebrating now in case something else happens and we miss Christmas. At least we had a full 2 months celebrating right? And, I haven't been in the happiest state of mind lately, with a dark cloud always hanging over my head, and Christmas music and movies bring me happiness and excitement, so why the heck not, right?<br />
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So, with the season approaching, Christmas means the end of the year, a fresh year that will hopefully be better, and a brand new baby to boot. So to all you anti-Christmas celebrators til after Thanksgiving, I say to you this year, Bah-humbug. Or something like that. </div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-66763300361793626072015-11-05T12:08:00.002-08:002015-11-05T12:08:57.149-08:00Pregnancy Update: 3rd Trimester Baby!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Week:</u> 30 Weeks!!! Yahoo!!! This pregnancy has been by far my hardest and to think I only have 10 MORE WEEKS LEFT is reason to celebrate. So that's where my nap will come in this afternoon. :)<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size of Baby:</u> A Butternut squash, or about 17 in, and 3.1lbs.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Movement:</u> Kid be cray cray. He is getting so strong. I don't remember being as surprised by some of his movements as I was with my girls. However, he is also already proving to be a stinker (in Tappana fashion) by stopping as soon as I try to get the girls or Sam to look at my belly going crazy or feeling it. Little punk.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I've been eating:</u> My friend Stacy made a scrumptious Tomato Basil soup at the Halloween party we went to Saturday night and I literally couldn't get enough soup + grilled cheese sandwiches. Holy crap. So good. Also, Tuesday I just HAD to have a meatball sub from Subway. Two very heartburn causing meals, but worth it. Other than that, I still despise food, especially if I have to make it. My poor husband and kids. Abby rejoices when we go to eat out because she knows she doesn't have to eat moms crap food. Anyone else turn into an awful cook while pregnant? Mind you, I'm not that awesome anyway, but when I'm pregnant its even worse, probably because I dry heave the whole time. In 10 weeks, I'm giving myself the week after Andy is born to seriously just oink anything and everything!!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">How I've been feeling:</u> Same old same old. Not fantastic, and heartburn all the time. All. The. Time. I can't wait until I feel 100% good. Man, come on these next 10 weeks. Hurry!!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Best Moment of the week:</u> Honestly, this week has been really, really hard. Not my favorite. The kids haven't been adjusting to the time change well or something and we have been having a hard time with not wanting to go to bed and not listening. Also, Maddie was sick this past weekend, which figures it would happen on a weekend I've been looking forward to for months, but she just has not been well and has not eaten. Like, I can count on one hand the things she ate Tuesday, and that is how she started out before she went to the hospital. So, there have been lots of tears on my part. Well yesterdat, she ate a whole banana and drank all her instant breakfast for breakfast and for lunch I decided to let the kids have Wendys. Madalyn ate almost all of her nuggets and most her fries. And then as we were watching a movie she ate 2 string cheeses, a sandwich, a banana, and some waffle. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but seeing her eat, when just this past weekend she was refusing EVERYTHING calmed my worried heart so much! I am so relieved and some of the stress is gone. Now I feel like I can better handle all the other changes the girls are all the sudden putting me through!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I'm looking forward to:</u> I can't wait til Thanksgiving, even though I'm not dying of excitement over the food this year. (boo) but I love, love, love the Holiday so much!!! But I'm also looking forward to Christmas time. Which, despite my rules of waiting until Thanksgiving for all my Christmas needs, I find myself hoping I hear a Christmas song on the radio and I even snuck watched 12 Dates of Christmas as I cleaned the house earlier this week. Don't judge. I'm pregnant and I have all the feels. </div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-83768628876263292592015-10-04T21:25:00.000-07:002015-10-04T21:27:34.092-07:00Pregnancy Update: 25 Weeks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u><b>Week</b></u>: 25 down, 15 more to go. And boy, am I counting those days.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size of Baby:</u> A Rutabaga, according to my What To Expect app. I realize with baby number 3, I mostly know what to expect, but I love getting the updates every week to see how baby boy is growing. Its such a wonderful miracle!! Plus, it counts down the weeks for me.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">And his name shall be:</u> We have decided to name him Andrew Samuel Tappana, despite Abbys recommendations to name him otherwise.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Movements:</u> He is going cray cray sometimes. He likes to wiggle at night a lot, which doesn't bode well for when he is born. He is getting stronger and stronger everyday though and I'm loving it.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I've Been Eating:</u> Honestly, I still have such a hard time consuming food. Its just so hard to eat. I have the hardest time with all meats, so making dinner is a joke. This week I've liked my dads French Toast, Jamba Juices, Bagels for all meals, and those chicken cordon blue individual wrapped things...because somehow I can trick myself into thinking they aren't actually meat...which might be true.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">How I've been feeling:</u> Eh. Not fabulous, thanks to my lack of food. I've been extra tired lately and feel like my arms and legs are made out of led. I called my midwife and she told me I need to eat a protein and a carb every 2 to 3 hours, drink water so I pee 2 to 3 times an hour, and make sure I get 8 hours of sleep. She said the baby is probably growing like a weed right now and with 3rd and 4th pregnancies they are just harder. If I don't start feeling a bit more energetic in a few days, then I will get my iron tested early. (My appointment is the 19th and they would check it then anyway. I will probably just wait,)<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Best moment of the week:</u> Last Thursday (10/1) my ward threw me a baby shower, which is such a blessing and I'm so grateful to them. I got so many cute boy things that were much needed, seeing as everything we own is pink, and it just made me happy they thought of me, even though its my third kid. I am so blessed to be in the ward I am in!!<br />
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<b><u>What I'm looking forward to:</u> </b>Cooler fall weather and Halloween!!This year I am so, so anxious for the holidays. I mean, I am other years too, but this year I just want them here to 1) keep my mind from thinking about January too much and 2) to go ahead and make time more quickly. I'm so excited that its finally Halloween time!!<br />
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Can't wait to meet you little Andy. In the meantime, please let me eat like a normal person. :)</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-56559617143660737862015-09-23T07:51:00.000-07:002015-09-23T07:51:04.892-07:00Life Lately<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Life lately has been a fun coloring session in the living room. Usually my girls (especially Madalyn) color for like 5 minutes and get bored. This one lasted a good 45 minutes. Life has been sweet Madalyn hugs, a stinker Madalyn crawling around on the table, and an adorable Abby who somehow got paint perfectly on her nose and cheeks, claiming it "just happened."</div>
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Life lately has been bed time reading shenanigans, among the messy floor of Abbys room. Its been Abby having to put makeup on along with me on Sunday mornings. (she is such a girl). Its been Abby...I mean Rapunzel, in her wedding dress and veil on the day I married her and Flynn (you should hear her play. She does an adorable boy voice for Flynn....also don't mind the mess. I was sorting laundry) and its been laying down with her baby Emily to try and get her to sleep. </div>
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Life lately has been Abby's first day of preschool, and Madalyn wanting to be in the picture too. Its been a sad Madalyn when she realized she couldn't go to preschool with her favorite sister. Its been Madalyn enjoying the time just her and I and Sesame Street at my parents, and its been my adorable girls snuggled up in our bed watching movies.</div>
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Life lately has been Madalyn showing off her flying skills. Its been a protective big sister comforting a scared Madalyn from the Thunder. Its been a stinker of a 2 year old finding my mascara and applying it with perfection, and its been my two girls hanging out, one of which dressed herself. </div>
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Life lately has been Abby wearing my boots around the house. Its been an upset Madalyn when Abby didn't let her in the bathroom while she pooped. Its been playing basket games on my bed (I promise it does eventually get made...sometimes) and the day in the life of Madalyn, who is easy to get dressed vs. Abby, who doddles all. morning. long. </div>
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Lastly, life has been catching two naughty girls playing in the dirt after I told them not to. Its been a necklace Abby made with some findings at a yard sale (we took off this necklace shortly after due to it being too tight...oops). Life has been a wonderful date night to the adult session of conference...AKA the only session I got something out of, and it was glorious, and its been a beautiful walk to Stake Conference the next morning with my two cuties all dressed up. Let it be noted, my girls were so, so good for two hours at Stake conference. Surprisingly so. Abby did keep saying she was bored, and still talks about how long and boring it was, and we had to constantly bribe Madalyn with fruit snacks and Hi-chews, and so it was hard to listen. But we survived. And even though we can't listen like we once used to, it felt good being there and showing the girls how important it is. </div>
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-13061586512833834632015-09-08T06:57:00.000-07:002015-09-08T06:57:25.737-07:00Labor Day Weekend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have to admit, this summer has been kinda the pits. We have had some fun, but with Madalyn starting out the summer (Memorial Day weekend exactly) being sick for a month and then spending time in the hospital, and me being pregnant sick the whole time as well, its just been the pits.<br />
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I'm feeling mostly better these days, and Madalyn is way better, so we decided to have an end of summer celebration this weekend, because heaven knows I'm over the summer and ready for full on fall, and this is the first year I've been like this. I'm totally one to hang on to summer as long as I can. Well, summer 2015, you were rough. Fall, I bet you will be better.<br />
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Friday we started out right. Sam got off work at 2, so shortly after he got home we got in our suits and headed over to Oquirrh Park Fitness Center for some swimming. My kids have come a long way with water this summer, mostly Madalyn. At the beginning she HATED even the thought of getting in her suit, never mind actually getting wet. On Friday she was a fishy along with Abby. It was so much fun!! We will definitely have to keep hitting the indoor pools this winter to keep it up! My sister and her family met us there so it was even more fun!! After swimming we went to Wingers together, and I actually ate my chicken!! Wow! I hate chicken when I'm pregnant, but Wingers wings are always yummy. That night after the kids were in bed, Sam and I cuddled up and watched Girl Meets World. :)<br />
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Saturday after a banana muffin breakfast, in which my cute 4 year old helper helped me make, we headed to Lehi and hit the outlets there. Sam got some killer deals on work clothes, and I made out with a $12 (originally $40) bra and $8 (originally $28) sunglasses. Not bad. Not bad at all. We took a break and ate our picnic lunch in our car, and then finished at Carters getting Abby some comfy pants, Madalyn a shirt, and baby boy a cute elephant binkie clip.<br />
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Sunday church was nice. Sam and I both got released from our callings as young mens president and primary second councilor a few weeks ago, and got called to team teach the youth Sunday school class. It actually is a lot of fun, mostly because I get to be with him!! AND I get to go to Relief Society (haven't been able to in 4 years) AND Sam gets to come home after church AND STAY HOME!! If you can't tell, I am ecstatic. After our long 2 hour naps, we met my family at Copperton Park for a BBQ and I FINALLY got to meet baby Wyatt. My girls were both so excited, but it was Madalyn who melted my heart with how sweet she was with him. That little girl is going to be such a cute big sister!!<br />
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Monday, Sam and I got up and speed cleaned our house, and then headed to Park City/Heber with my family once again. The outlets actually weren't as big of a success as Saturday, as Old Navy doesn't have a maternity section there. Yeah. I was mad. I just need some jeans!! But my girls got cute dresses and I can't wait for them to wear them. After a bit of shopping, we headed to Heber and ate at Granny's. Once again, it was pregnant Caitlin approved. I ate most my burger, which is unheard of, and enjoyed every last bite of my Raspberry shake! It was really good. We ate at a park and then just finished off the day watching the kids play at the park while the adults visited and baby boy kicked in glee from my Cherry Dr. Pepper.<br />
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It was such a much-needed fun weekend, and I am sad its over. I always get sad when long fun weekends come to an end, but as my dad says: "Such is life in this fallen sphere." And now that September is here, its time for festivals, fairs, caramel apples, and cool weather!!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-51743104011858691532015-08-31T08:22:00.000-07:002015-08-31T08:22:01.674-07:00Pregnancy Update: Half-way done!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b style="text-decoration: underline;">Week:</b> 20!! Its about time I decided to do a bump-update blog. I've been meaning to for like a month, but i just haven't. For shame!! I'd like to say 'wow! I'm already half-way' but to be honest, this pregnancy has been a long one so far. I thought the third pregnancy was supposed to fly by?<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size of baby:</u> a Mango. Still sounds so tiny for how HUGE i already feel!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Gender:</u> BOY! So, so crazy to me. I swear I wouldn't be able to make a boy, mostly because I make such perfect girls. Its what I'm good at. I don't know how to be a mom without dress-ups and princesses. Guess I will find out really soon.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Movements:</u> I'm feeling them more and more. I am surprised by how long it took me to finally feel him. But according to the ultra sound last week, he is going crazy!! With Abby i had an anterior placenta so they said I wouldn't feel her as much for longer, but they didn't say anything about this one. Perhaps I'm just so busy with the two girls I don't take the time to notice as much. I'm feeling him enough though that I know he is alive and well.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I've been eating:</u> Not too terribly much. I still have such a hard time with food. Usually i eat something once, and I'm done with it forever. I was craving broccoli cheddar soup last week really bad, so I gave in. It was divine. I've had a fair share of tomatoes thanks to kind neighbors, and I've finally been able to eat a little bit of chocolate. Oh, and I had spicy cheetoes last week for probably the first time this pregnancy. they were so good, but I later woke up from my nap and my chest was on fire with heartburn.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">How I've been feeling:</u> Compared to the first 16 weeks of this pregnancy, I'm feeling fantastic. but I still feel more awful than I want to a couple days a week and my energy level is super low. My house is just a mess because I just run out of steam despite taking a nap still everyday, and heartburn is more frequent. I also have a constant pain in my left side (its nothing though). Haha. However, I haven't thrown up in over a month and for that I am happy. (boy oh boy I sound like the worst type of pregnant gal!)<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I've been doing:</u> I'm trying to get back into a routine. I'd love to get out of bed earlier to get my workout done or to clean something without kids. But so far that hasn't happened. But I have been working out more this pregnancy than my last two, and I'm just trying to soak up the last few months of being a momma to the two girls.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Best moment of the week:</u> Getting our gender ultra-sound last week!! As complainy and miserable I am this time around, the fact that I have a healthy baby is such a blessing. I've been so blessed to be able to 1) get pregnant right a way 3 times (even with this surprise this last time) and 2) never have had anything serious wrong with our babies. Knowing everything is ok with baby boy makes me feel so happy and blessed!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">What I'm looking forward to:</u> swimming this coming weekend as a family, Labor Day next week, and abby starting preschool next week!!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">How the girls are doing:</u> Madalyn is still pretty clueless...or maybe just in denial she is about to be kicked out of youngest child. But she does obsess over seeing babies which makes me hopeful that, even though she is a huge mommy's girl, she won't be too jealous when brother gets here. (although last week I was babysitting my niece who is 3 weeks older than her and every time I would hold Daphne, Madalyn would get really mad and run off crying.) Abby is so excited!! She was disappointed for a minute when we told her she was having a brother instead of a sister, but sine then she has been happy and has his name picked out. It was going to be Alex Marie for a bit there and she was going to call him Ali. Now its Max. Actually its Andrew Alex Max Tappana, but she will just call him Max for short. Silly girl.<br />
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-35301468126070745592015-08-27T07:35:00.002-07:002015-08-27T07:35:56.602-07:00Madalyn Marie- Two Years Old<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last week, August 18th, Madalyn turned the big number 2! Unfortunately for her, the day ended up being kind of lame. Once again, I felt like crap, (but I think I had more of a bug then being prego sick. Who knows these days though) so sadly we kept the day low key. I was planning on having people over that night for cake and ice cream, but cleaning my house and making the cake sounded a bit like a joke, so we invited a few people to Leatherbys instead. I think it was just perfect. Madalyn loved licking the fry sauce off her fries and enjoyed her vanilla ice cream all to herself. She was a little hesitant of everyone singing to her, but made sure and grabbed my hand and looked around at everyone just in case they tried anything tricky. That night she opened her presents: a baby doll and a little car she absolutely loves, and then went to bed happy and satisfied with the days events.<br />
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Madalyn has quite the personality. She is one of the goofiest little girls I know. She is always doing silly things and making the silliest faces. More often then not she will come up to us and lick our arms as if she were a little puppy. She loves to copy everything her big sister does because she adores her so much. I will often find the two snuggled up watching a show or just being goofy and playing games.<br />
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Madalyn is starting to talk more and more. She will excitedly point out/say the names all the Disney Princesses, she asks us to do little things like "jump me" and she is starting to sing along to parts of our music. Speaking of the princesses, she is obsessed. Nothing would make her happier than taking her to Disneyland to see them in person.<br />
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She is certainly a little stinker as well. We will often find her climbing on things she shouldn't, like the top of the table or standing up in her chair. When we catch her, she just freezes with a goofy grin on her face, looking sideways as if that will get her out of trouble. And...usually it does. Because its just so darn cute!!<br />
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She is still the pickiest eater I know, and I'm just at a loss on what to do with her. When she doesn't automatically push her plate away from her at dinner saying "uh-uh" and actually tries a bite, even if its just one bite, its a moment to rejoice. Speaking of saying "uh-uh" she knows what she wants and what she doesn't want. At night sometimes I will show her clips on my phone, usually of Disney songs, and as soon as she gets bored, she lets me know by saying "uh-uh" and trying to swipe the clip away. She also let Sam and I know she no longer likes her glow bug. For weeks when I would turn it on and walk out of her room, I would see her little finger push it again so it would stop the glow and music. On Sunday night she took it to a new level and just handed it to Sam. I guess it must just be a baby toy and she is so grown up at the age of 2.<br />
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Other things she loves to do: go on walks, as long as she can sit in the front of the stroller, slide down slides, jump on tramps, in her crib, or on mommy and daddy's bed, play with the tablet, peanut butter sandwiches, her daddy, putting on dress-ups only to get mad she can't get them off 2 seconds later, bubbles and bubble baths, her sisters toys, her binky (yep, still going strong with that. I blame being pregnant and not wanting to miss out on sleep), singing Wheels On The Bus and Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam, babies, driving with her window open and letting the wind blow in her hair, and reading books, mostly if they are princess books. Did I mention just how much she loves princesses?<br />
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Madalyn is such a beautiful little girl full of life and happiness. We just can't get enough of her and her little ways. Mommy and daddy love you to the moon and back! Never forget that!<br />
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