tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73214134673722313692024-03-04T21:44:52.594-08:00Once Upon a Hine...Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-12076881199309278342013-01-24T19:14:00.000-08:002013-01-24T19:14:14.168-08:00Lincoln is {has been} ONE!<div style="text-align: center;">
I realize I am a bit behind on this post…. Once December
arrived it seemed as if someone hit the fast forward button to our lives….</div>
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Thanksgiving, Birthday, Christmas #1, Christmas #2,
Christmas #3-#23, New Years, first day of school, first day of daycare (cue
meltdown)….and here I am. Finally throwing away the leftover turkey and
birthday cake and taking down the Christmas tree. Whew. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> I</o:p> started planning Linc's birthday around October and thanks to
Pinterest his theme changed every week. I finally decided on Yellow (hints of
Chevron), Burlap, and Owls. Since my amazing husband is the only one working, I
tried to be frugal and attempted making as much as I could. <em>Burlap is cheap yall!</em> A few late nights
and glue gun scars later I was ready! </div>
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I had this adorable shirt made last minute...<em>Yes, husband, you bought me a sewing maching a few months ago, but there is no way I could've pulled this off ;)</em> I found this on Etsy, through <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lilthreadzclothing" target="_blank">lilthreadzclothing</a>. I highly reccommend her shop....Not only was his shirt here in a snap, but her designs her perfectly simple and oh-so-sweet. </div>
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<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/not-yo-mamas-banana-pudding-recipe/index.html" target="_blank">Not-yo-mama's Banana Pudding</a><br />Fruit kabobs (Pineapple, Blueberries, & Strawberries)<br /><a href="http://www.meetthedubiens.com/2010/09/owl-pops.html" target="_blank">Owl Pops</a></div>
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Cheese & Cracker Tray</div>
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Veggie Tray with Ranch</div>
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*I obviously made a variation of the owl pops using orange wafers cut into triangles and skipped dipping them in chocolate. <em>Hint: I would use less butter & more marshmellows with these. My owls slowly slid down. Better yet, test them out a month ahead of time....not the night before :)</em></div>
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*The pudding jars are small mason jars with burlap and a small piece of yellow </div>
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*The centerpiece is simply a 'birdsnest' and woodland accents borrowed from my mom. The '1' I painted with leftover paint from my dining room & the owl is from Hobby Lobby.</div>
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*The birthday bunting was easy peasy. I traced triangles on burlap, cut them out, and stenciled on letters with felt pen. After painting in the letters I simply hot glued burlap twine onto the back. Boom! I-look-expensive-but-am-super-cheap decoration.<br />It was so easy, I made two. <em></em></div>
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<em>Not because I let my husband pick out the font on the first one and I hated it....just because it was easy. You believe me, right?</em></div>
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Easily my two favorites. Look at my little man grow....My heart just melts everytime I look at this <em>(yes, it's still hanging). </em></div>
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*I painted an old frame from the garage & wrapped cardboard with burlap for the backing. The birthday hat I cheated on. I attempted one from a cereal box, totally not worth it. I bought an 8-pack of party hats from the dollar store, wrapped it in burlap & glued a yellow 'fluffy'(?) to the top. </div>
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*The highchair garland is scrap burlap & yellow fabric strips tied to twine; the backdrop is streamers. The 'floating ONE' are cardboard letters wrapped in burlap (this took the most time, by far) with owls perched on the top with hot glue. (hanging this sucker was a PAIN, enlist help)</div>
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I have seen this done with a book matching the theme of the party, but I thought using Lincoln's baby book "1st birthday" page was even more perfect. Lucky me, this page is even yellow! The sign reads<em> "Pleas sign here so Lincoln may always remember the celebration of his first year!"</em> <br />
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<span style="color: black;">Everything was going perfectly, after presents we quickly moved on to the most important part of the party....the smash cake! My lovely friend Amy M. made Lincoln's cake, another sheet cake & 24 cupcakes that were absolutely delicious!<em><strong> Did I mention I have the most amazing, talented friends?</strong></em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">As I was saying....all was perfect. Lincoln was cheerful and seemed to really be soaking in the attention as we all sang Happy Birthday. </span></div>
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Right as he was diving in, I insisted we derobe him.... Which led to this lovely kodak moment. </div>
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I guess he loved his shirt as much as mommy did :)</div>
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The <a href="http://homeandgarden.craftgossip.com/owl-lantern/" target="_blank">Owl Lanterns</a> were a simple touch I was rather pleased with. My first attempts looked more like puppies than owls, so don't lose hope if you try to tackle this one! </div>
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This picture was from our family celebration on his actually birthday during the week. Isn't that a lovely cake with the "chevron" stripe melting down the sides?! </div>
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Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-86592027360950610112013-01-02T16:14:00.000-08:002013-01-02T16:14:21.141-08:00November. Start to Finish.In effort to get myself caught up I will be attempting to cram an entire month into this one ;) <br />
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We kicked off November with a mother/son 5k. This definitley wasn't planned, but my brother has become quite the runner and can have you committed to a race before you even realise what the conversation is about. So, my sister-in-law and I broke out the jogging strollers and took our boys for a joyride. <br />
Linc loved it, my calves, not so much ;)<br />
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Just before Thanksgiving my pawpaw was scheduled for pretty serious surgery. I'm fortunate enough to be staying home with Lincoln until the end of the year so Linc and I loaded up with mom for a short trip to St. Louis. <br />
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Thankfully, little man stays pretty content on road trips....<em>Ok, until he wants yogurt and the spoons you <strong>knew</strong> you packed have disappeared...trying to pour little yogurt droplets into his mouth? Went as smoothly as imagined....Go ahead. Please, try it.</em><br />
And of course, he sleeps extremely well away from home too. Takes a little more cuddling and lullabying that's all.<em> Oh right! That's until he decides he wants his pacifier....In that case, make sure you didn't pack them in the 'secondary' diaper bag you left by the door at home. Fabulous! </em>Not to worry, as soon as we unpacked my mom found a nearby pharmacy and picked up a few. You know those sizes on the top of the pacifier package you've seen and all thought, <em>this will never matter? </em>When you desperately want your precious baby to sleep and he can't decide whether to gag on a gianormous pacifier or cry you will suddenly realize just how important this little detail is. <em>Excuse me, why wasn't that part in your "know-it-all-mom" book??</em><br />
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Once you get over forgetting everything you need at home and aside from adding an hour or so to your trip, lacking precious sleep and coming moments from possibly losing your mind, road trips with a baby to see family really is totally worth it. <br />
When this moment arrives, the lack of sleep matters not.<br />
And it won't even phase you that the only article of clothing your wearing without spitup, snot or milk on it is your underwear.<br />
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Up Next, Thanksgiving! It was little man's first Turkey Day....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Lincoln's first Thanksgiving Nov. 2012</span></em></td></tr>
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I've never seen him eat so much! After both dinners we all indulged in long much needed naps and for two nights Lincoln slept 13+ hours! <em>Can we please have this holiday twice a year?</em><br />
Please ignore my son's lack of Thanksgiving realted attire. That's right, not a "My 1st" bib, no orange and brown, no turkey feathers on his bottom....Fail on my part? <em>Au contraire! </em>I blame his grandparents... the baby handbook states they are responsible for providing all cheesy "My 1st" gear.<br />
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This shot of Lincoln and his Pa (his great grandfather) after lunch I just had to include. We are so blessed to have the family we do. This little guy is so <strike>spoiled</strike> loved. <br />
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Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-67660482401448807722012-12-28T10:05:00.000-08:002012-12-28T10:05:03.687-08:00Christmas for Halloween, anyone?<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Short blurb on my absence: </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">After a two month hiatus, I am challenging myself to catch up on my blog that has been much neglected. Shortly after Lincoln's last update my computer took a little field trip from the table to the floor....(was this my fault or Lincoln's continues to be a hot debate). ;)</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">After a few weeks I learned everything on my hard drive was not retrievable.....everything. Thousands of pictures, school work, resumes, editing software....gone. I'm now forced to use my husbands computer which is nothing more than a device to check e-mail and write word documents - bleh. So, after scouring my social media sites to save every photo of my baby boy and downloading some basic software to this puppy I am attempting to make a come back. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Enough of my complaining already, huh? You came by to catch up on my handsome little guy, not me. I know, I know.</span></em> <br />
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First up - Halloween. <br />
We went through so many ideas when coming up with Lincoln's costume. At one point we even considered just skipping the dressing up gig....he can't walk, can't eat candy, can't play games. Would it even be worth it? Then my husband had a genius idea (crazy, right?)....to incorporate his walker into the costume. It was a risky move because he isn't always fond of his walker and it meant hauling the thing around all night. While brainstorming I remembered I found an infant Santa outfit at a Just Between Friends sale. <em>Boom!</em> Baby Santa in his sleigh was born....let the attempt at crafting begin. <br />
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It was much easier than I thought & a huge success! We took him to our church's Pumpkin Palooza and the best part was not having to carry him around the whole time (and of course, everyone telling me how absolutely adorable he was). He cruised for almost an hour and loved every minute of it. </div>
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I had many people asking how I made this. It was honestly very simple. The entire thing is simply a cardboard box and scrap peices covered in duct tape. To cover the food tray on the walker I added a "hood" made from a spare piece of cardboard. Inside the sleigh I attached an envelope to hold an iphone playing Christmas tunes and filled the back with wrapped packages. </div>
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Here is a quick video of Santa in action. :) </div>
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Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-58700015116703755922012-10-25T10:48:00.001-07:002012-10-25T10:48:12.776-07:00One, two....TEN!Since Lincoln was born it sure seems the months have passed by quicker than ever.... As much I beg time to slow down, there is nothing I enjoy more than watching the new things my little man learns each day. He is now ten months! His monthly checkup was last week and I'm stoked to tell you he gained 19 oz. over the past month.....we're back on the charts, folks! He weighed in at 16lbs 13oz.<br />
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Here is this months milestone chart from <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_milestone-chart-7-to-12-months_1496587.bc" target="_blank"><strong>Babycenter</strong></a>:<br />
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Crawls well, with belly off the ground</td><td>Says "mama" or "dada" to the correct parent<br />
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He's 'meeting' all these goals....with a few exceptions, of course. He's not necessarily waving goodbye, he just waves sporadically, unless you want him to :). And if by 'container' they mean mouth, then he's got that down, too. No, I'm not just talking his mouth (because everything goes in there), he wants to put things in <strong>everyones</strong> mouth! His items of choice are his wooden blocks. He loves to carry one over in his mouth and transfer it to you, dripping slobber (and occasional banana mush) included.<br />
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He still randomaly says 'mama' and 'dada' to anyone and everyone, but he is finally saying 'mama' when I pick him up in the morning. <em>Oh my goodness, this makes waking up such a joy (insert small tear).</em><br />
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A few other new things this precious boy is up to:<br />
- Turning the page at story time....whether momma is done reading or not. I love watching him turn through the pages, he turns with a bright big smile with each new picture. <br />
- Giving kisses and hugs. Again, not on command, but randomly he comes at us with a big open mouthed smile and lays it on us. <br />
- He also took his first step! This was so exciting, yet terrifying at the same time. One second he's holding onto the couch playing and the next he turns toward us, lets go and takes two falling steps in my direction. I got so excited/emotional I think I scared him :)/:(..... I'm excited for a new chapter in his life, it's just crazy this moment has already arrived. <em>This means a whole new kind of baby proofing, huh? That <strong>must</strong> be the reason I teared up. </em><br />
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I am so thankful to my husband for convincing me it was OK to follow my heart and stay home with my baby for a few more months. It has honestly been the best decision I have ever made. Never have I felt such pure joy and happiness. Never have I known the capacity for love my heart held. And never have I found such cuteness in a 'poop face'. <br />
I pray the next two months crawl by. I'm not ready for this fairytale to be over. <br />
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Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-26962824248453078452012-10-17T13:02:00.002-07:002012-10-17T13:02:54.906-07:00Snap, snap....click, clickGrowing up I heard those sounds nearly evaryday of my life.....My dad was constantly behind the camera taking our picture. Whether we liked it or not, whether we agreed to smile or insisted on pouting he was going to capture the moment. I used to get so irriatated....Why the heck could he not just put the camera down, who cares that we just crossed the Mexican border or got an A on a math test?? Well, he did......and he knew down the road we would too. Now that I have Lincoln, I completely understand. My dad gave me a great camera and I find myself constantly snapping away. I'm definitley not a professional photographer and half of the photos aren't neccesarily pretty, but I'm determined to nab every last moment I can and save them forever. <br />
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So, here are just a few of those photos from the past month.<br />
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The weather has been so beautiful the past few weeks. We've taken every oppurtunity to get out and about. Thanks to our neighbor, Barry, we finally have a somewhat decent family photo (for once it's my husband in sweats and not me!). <br />
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Lincoln now has 7 teeth!! I've seen near two year olds with less teeth! I've been pretty hesitant feeding him a big vairety of foods due to his previous tummy trouble, but our doctor told me to go ahead and jump in (with a few exceptions, of course)....and because he didn't gain much weight over the past few months he even encouraged bulking up his calories. The words from his mouth were "add some butter and sour cream to those mashed potatos". <br />
<em>Paula Deen style everything?.... I can do that!</em><br />
So, we added plain pancakes and waffles with butter and he even tried a little pizza! Although certain "someones" have been trying to give him pizza for months! ;) <br />
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This is just one of my favorite outfits and thanks to the overnight dip in weather not long ago he had a chance to wear it before he was too big! <br />
<em>Don't those elbow patches just make ya grin and say 'awww'?</em><br />
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We spent an afternoon at the pumpkin patch...It was everyones first trip to one! He may be too young to really enjoy anything and was certianly only interested in trying to eat the pumpkins and hay, but I'm still so happy we took the time to go.<br />
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<strong></strong><em><strong>I love my sweet little family. Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with such an amazing husband and happy baby boy.</strong></em> Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-51718596918336946062012-10-09T09:18:00.003-07:002012-10-09T09:58:01.010-07:00We Rock.I love rocking my sweet little guy.<br />
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Whether it's for 2 minutes or 20 minutes, it's one of the best parts of my day. Those are the times I clear my mind of everything else going on and just smile and sing to the most precious gift God has given me. <br />
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It's hard to believe all the books and women that advised me NOT to rock my baby to sleep. I remember a friend coming over when I was putting Linc to bed.... she said to me, "Do you always rock him to sleep? My husband wouldn't let me do that....you know they become dependent on you rocking them, right?" <br />
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I just gave her a smile and said "I'm okay with that". <br />
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I mean, I get it. If I spent an hour before bedtime rocking him completely to sleep every night since birth then he might expect that every night. But, telling me not to hold my little guy close and help soothe him for a few minutes before I lay him down? Why not? And, in the future, if he needs me to rock him longer occasionally, I sure won't mind doing so. Some nights I've even gone in when he's already asleep and held him for a while before I go to bed.<br />
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Our bedtime routine goes something like this....It's our version of "Leading baby to sleep"....I can't remember which book this was in, but we've used this method for the past 6-7 months and bedtime has been rahter peacful :)<br />
To wind him down we take him into the nursery and dim the lights. We change his diaper and clothes, followed with a warm bottle and bedtime story. Next, we turn on the sound machine, turn off the remaining lights and sing him a song (or three) while rocking him. By this time his eyes start getting heavier and he gets a little squirmy (meaning put me down so I can sleep!). The first 4 months(ish) we waited until he was completly asleep to lay him down, but since then he's been pretty much awake when he goes down. We never had to let him cry it out for half an hour... not even fifteen minutes (I honestly have no idea how people do this!). And he isn't dependent on us rocking him every night, in fact, some nights he just wants us to put him down so he can flop on his belly and pass out. <br />
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So, what wackadoo know-it-all convinced all these women that rocking their baby would make them so dependent? Please, tell me why I would want to just lie him down and leave....I mean, I know Big Brother is on, but with TiVo, YouTube, etc....who needs to rush? Maybe I'm missing something, but I don't get it. <br />
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Here's what I think. Don't believe everything you read in books and don't listen to all the advice from other moms. Spend every moment with your precious little baby and soak up every moment that you're able to just hold them. Do what feels right to you. <br />
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As for me and my house....we shall rock!<br />
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<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-40834373976523872842012-09-20T13:29:00.000-07:002012-09-20T19:11:03.925-07:00NiNE mOnths!Oh my how our little guy is growing! Each day his personality shines through a little more. As I'm writing this he is snacking away....with each bite he grins and "mmmmm's"....I must admit it's difficult to focus when you have such a cutie babbling away next to you. :)<br />
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Linc was officially nine months on Friday (the 14th). Each month I check out <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_milestone-chart-7-to-12-months_1496587.bc" target="_blank">BabyCenter's Milestone Chart </a>just to make sure he's meeting all his developmental milestones. The chart is broken into three categories for each month of the first year.<br />
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So for nine months:<br />
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<strong>Advanced Skills (a few kids can do)</strong></td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_developmental-milestone-talking_6573.bc" style="color: #5fb1c1; text-decoration: none;" title="">Jabbers</a> or combines syllables<br />
Understands <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/404_why-is-peekaboo-such-an-exciting-game-for-my-baby_6821.bc" style="color: #5fb1c1; text-decoration: none;" title="">object permanence</a></td><td style="font-size: 1em; vertical-align: top;"><a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_developmental-milestone-walking_6507.bc" style="color: #5fb1c1; text-decoration: none;" title="">Cruises</a> while holding onto furniture<br />
Drinks from a <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_sippy-cup-dos-and-donts_1439508.bc" style="color: #5fb1c1; text-decoration: none;" title="">sippy cup</a><br />
<a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_finger-foods_105.bc" style="color: #5fb1c1; text-decoration: none;" title="">Eats with fingers</a><br />
Bangs objects together</td><td style="font-size: 1em; vertical-align: top;">Plays patty-cake and peek-a-boo<br />
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According to this chart we are right on track! <i><b>First column: Check.</b></i> He's been jabbering for quite a while now and hiding my phone under the pillow and pretending it disappeared no longer works <i>(its his favorite teether)</i>. <i><b>Second column: Check.</b> </i>He's cruising all over the house for at least a month now and is beginning to let go of things and stay standing. He hasn't necessarily shown any signs of taking steps from there and I haven't focused much on trying to get him to either. I'm excited for him to walk, but I won't mind if he takes his time...he's moving too fast as it is! Next on the list is drinking from a sippy cup. We introduced his 'sippy' at six months. It was more of a teething toy until about eight months when he really got the hang of it. My only hangup now is he will only drink water from it....if I try milk (warm or cold) he's not interested....hmmmm?? Moving along to eating with his fingers. Recently, he would much rather feed himself and is rarely interested in baby food 'mush'. Try feeding him a mashed up banana or pureed green beans, not happening. Slice them up and let him dive in, he'll eat it all! His favorite foods right now appear to be bananas, potatoes and avocados. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Third column: half-check? quarter-check?</i> I'm skipping over patty-cake...I'm not sure I even know how to play. He loves peek-a-boo, though (Still reminds me of <i>Up All Night </i>every time). He says 'mama' and 'dada' all the time, but I'm not so sure it counts....sometimes it's to me or my husband, sometimes to the wall, and occasionally to a strange old man behind us at the store <i>(awkward)</i>. He's gettin' there :)<br />
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A couple other new things he's been up to....<br />
He's begun to understand "no".<br />
He's waving....his little arm flails up and down and his whole body moves with him. So adorable!<br />
He counts to ten in french and can do the worm.<br />
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Oh, I just love that cute little bum!!<br />
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We've been cloth diapering for a while now and it's going great! I remember when I first heard that people still used cloth diapers I thought it was the weirdest thing....Well, now I'm proud to be one of those "weird-o's". Not only are we saving money and doing a little more to help reduce waste, but look at that heiny!! I will definitely be filling you all in on this soon!<br />
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<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-13317477958288266362012-09-03T20:11:00.002-07:002012-09-04T09:41:33.515-07:00Long Overdue Post....It's been almost 2 months since I have even logged into Blogger, let alone post! I'm not sure how this happened. Shortly after my last visit I worked my last day at the dentist office and was getting everything in line to go back to school. It was only six weeks ago, but so much has taken place since then. I can't wait to get into all of that with you in the next few posts, but for now I just want to fill you in on the happenings of my little man.....<i>that's why I started this thing in the first place, huh ;)</i><br />
<i><br /></i>Before Lincoln arrived I would spend hours on <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> 'pinning' all the things I was going to do; I'm sure many of you have done or are doing this :) Something I've seen many variations of are weekly/monthly/yearly photos. I found my perfect version and pinned it right to <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/c_hine/" target="_blank">Linc's board</a>. I'm sure you all know how that turned out. I had wonderful intentions, but my weekly photographs of Lincoln in the same position and place didn't quite turn out and soon had been revised to monthly. I decided to take one "professional" shot of Linc on the 14th of each month. Coming from a family of photographers means I've learned (and continue to learn) little tidbits here and there which means I will hopefully never have to hire an actual photographer. Here are August's:<br />
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This little guy is really enjoying trying to feed himself lately! He still loves avacado and has really taken to green beans, carrots and bananas. We have a hard time convincing him to eat anything meat related. Surely, once he's had his first medium-rare tenderloin or fried chicken leg he'll change his mind. :)<br />
He's been pulling himself up for over a month now, but has recently started to let go and stand without assistance for a few seconds at a time. He's also starting to master his 'walker'. Everyone keeps reminding me how close he is to walking on his own....<i>how has this all happened so fast? I'm not ready, bubba, slow down!</i><br />
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He's so happy and loving! No stranger is denied a charming smile, he absolutely loves to chat and has recently started to try giving kisses<i> (awww....doesn't it just melt your heart?)</i>. His blue eyes are so bright and beautiful. They are most definitely an attention grabber....especially since he never closes them! I wonder sometimes if he is having a staring contest with an imaginary baby friend!<br />
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We are quickly approaching nine months....<i>.Time, I need you to stand still every now and again. </i><br />
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<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-67708268527614201482012-07-14T15:34:00.002-07:002012-07-14T16:07:15.811-07:00Restaurant Possible<br />
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Let’s start this post by traveling back in time a few years
to “Pre-baby”. My husband and I went out to eat for around 50% of our meals….I
love to cook, but let’s be honest it’s pretty nice to have someone else do all
the work for you. I never necessarily minded families with kids/babies, but I
did always wonder…<i> How do you keep them
calm the whole time??</i> <i>Man, what do
you do if they start crying?? </i>Of course, there was always the mom that
carried on as if their baby wasn’t screaming their head off or the dad that
didn’t hesitate to harshly discipline their children in public, but I certainly
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Throughout my pregnancy there was an overwhelming fear every
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<b><i>“Oh my gosh. I’m doomed to eat at home for the next 5 years.”<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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Well, we hit the 7 month milestone and while our pocketbook occasionally
screams “better eat at home” we manage to survive a few lunch and dinner
outings with friends and family. While the majority of these go on without a glitch,
I still find myself sweating the entire meal just waiting for something to go
wrong. Yes, I realize this may seem ridiculous….let me share the
first of our experiences that led me to enter this state of panic at the mere
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Linc was about 7 weeks when we were asked to go out for the
first time (when he wasn’t eating well and before he had been prescribed any
meds). Regardless of our hesitation we loaded up and prayed for the best. Our
plan <i>(yes, we had a plan…do you not know
me??) </i>was to keep him in the car seat, eat quickly and hope he stayed
asleep. Fail proof, right? Ha. What were thinking? No family allows you to get
away without holding your precious new baby!! And who wants to say “No, you can’t
hold him right now, he may cry”? Fifteen minutes after getting seated my little
Linc was being passed back my way to be calmed down. I felt like the worst new
mom in existence. That dinner consisted of no more than 3 bites of salad and
maybe a half sip of my water. Needless to say my husband got an earful of, “we
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It took about a month before our next attempt. Though much
smoother, Linc and I still made our rounds outside when he became sleepy and my
meal had to be sent home in a box. Luckily, each time out became easier. I understand now that even if I go in with a
plan there will always be that chance of chaos when I have my little one with
me. I just try my best to be prepared. Prepared for everyone to try and give
him the food I really don’t want him to have. Prepared for those little hands
to find their way into my salad dressing and right back to my face. And especially
prepared to suck it up when things don’t go just right. After all, whether I get
to enjoy every bit of that delicious burger I’d waited all day for or if I have
to scarf it down on the ride home….spending time with our families is always worth
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I know now that it’s not always as easy as taking your baby
outside when they cry either. When you have mothers, sisters, friends, etc.
telling you they aren’t bothering anyone and insist you stay at the table it’s
pretty difficult to go against them. My mom put it this way, “No one cares that
he is fussy, Cait. Every baby cries. All we care about is getting to spend time
with you guys and loving on Lincoln.” <i> Every baby cries. Duh. </i>I have to remind
myself of this each time we go out. For some reason I had convinced myself that
if Lincoln cries in public people will think I’m a bad mother. Why I’ve allowed
myself to think this way is beyond me, but I’m starting to recognize just how
ridiculous it is. So next time you see me out at Chili’s and I have pit stains….remind
me that every baby cries and tell me to chill out. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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<b>And if you’re one to get annoyed and give the evil eye to
those who have an upset little one at the table next to you….Go ahead and start
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lincoln is extremely blessed to have so many
wonderful men in his life. Not only does he have an amazing dad, this little
guy has three grandfathers (Papa John, Grandpa H and Papa Mike) and four great
grandfathers (Pawpaw, Papa T, Paw and Grandpa R). Wowza. I can spend every last
minute of my time loving, nurturing and teaching him, but there are those things that he will need to learn from all these men. Luckily for Linc, he has
more than a few great men to look up to. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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cookout at my sisters for my dad. It is SO fun to have the cousins together!
Seriously, the entire night we just watched them interact, amazed by the way
their sweet personalities connected. Lincoln seems to be the most vocal of the
group. He is easily entertained, but easily bored….and not afraid to tell ya
so. Gatlin has his vocal spells and seems happy and content with whatever is in
front of him (if one of the others snatches his toy, he simply turns his
attention to another). Kyle is the quiet one, but you can tell she’s
always plotting her next move. She is so sweet and loves those little boys.
Without being prompted she would stop what she was doing, walk over and hug
them. She wasn’t so sure about sharing her Bumbo, though….<i>what is it with those
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time that’s the only gift he needed. That’s the kind of man he is. All he needs
is his family and he’s the happiest man on the planet…(and his camera, of
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bonding time with his Paw. When it comes to my baby, I feel like my heart melts
a hundred times a day. This was one of those moments. His paw is such an affectionate,
loving, positive man. He’s always got a smile on and you can’t help but want to
hug him at least five times before leaving. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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low-key. I tried my best to let him sleep in all weekend. This morning we had
sausage rolls and after church we went to the park for a walk and photo session.
I made baked chicken, sweet potatoes and bacon-wrapped asparagus for dinner and
the remainder of the night will be devoted to the Thunder game. I am more than grateful to have such a wonderful husband and fantastic father for
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absolute light of Lincoln and I’s world. I’m not sure whose eyes brighten up
more when you come home after work. You have such an amazingly kind heart, </span></i></b></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">strong work ethic</span></i></b><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> and your Bill Cosby impression and original lullabies
always have us laughing. Lincoln and I love you so much and are more proud of
you every day. </span></i></b></div>Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-43325307953004169252012-06-16T14:54:00.000-07:002012-06-16T14:54:02.390-07:00SiX months...<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Tommys First Alphabet';"><span style="line-height: 31px;">Our little man has been up to so much over the past month! He has grown out of almost all his 0-3month clothing and though he's clearly not to a chubby phase, he has the cutest belly that just plops over the top of his pants..<i>.I find myself a little jealous, my belly falls over my pants sometimes and it's definitely not cute.</i> He's really found his voice the past few weeks. He babbles nonstop and has even started throwing around some 'da-da-da's'. I love peeking in on him when he wakes up; there he'll lie just talking away to his very best friends...his toes :) He is our sweet, squirmy, lovable little Linc and he continues to change so much from day to day. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tommys First Alphabet';"><span style="line-height: 31px;">A month ago he was bringing himself to all fours rocking back and forth as if he was about to take off. He has now definitely started to take off, but it resembles more of a military crawl right now. Put either his Sophie or little car in front of him and he will find a way to it. Because he's such a go-getter, we decided to sell the coffee table and invest in a few play mats. Now open: Lincoln Land!</span></span></div>
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The next month will be a big one! This evening we are taking Lincoln for his first swim, tomorrow is Father's Day and in a few weeks he'll experience his first fireworks show. This month I have a feeling he will master the crawl...which means I better get moving on the whole baby-proofing stuff! We'll be working on sitting up and might possibly have a tooth appear. </div>
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<i>You have brought an unimaginable amount of joy into our lives. You captivate us with your bright eyes and beautiful, big smile. I can't wait for the excitement you have in store for us this month. <3 </i></div>
<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-74122240416913504302012-05-28T19:47:00.000-07:002012-05-28T19:47:07.066-07:00Hush Little Lincoln...<br />
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songs, corny commercial jingles and anything by Ray Lamontagne are the usual. I
find myself venturing out to lullabies lately, however. Particularly, ‘Hush
Little Baby’. I remember mom always singing it to us and each night the words would
be completely different. That’s what I love, it never has to be the same. </div>
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Don’t say a word<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird<br />
and if that mockingbird don’t sing<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring<br />
and if that diamond turns to brass<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass<br />
and if that looking glass should break<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you a T-bone steak<br />
and if that steak has too much bone<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you the Thunderdome<br />
and when that arena gets boring and old<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you a grill of gold<br />
and if that grill makes your breath stinky<br />
Mama’s gonna buy you a rainbow slinky</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Chock A Block NF","serif";">1 </span> Lincoln has been making many new friends. We are so blessed to have found such an amazing woman to watch him while we work. She often sends us updates or pictures during the week to let us know how he’s doing.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Chock A Block NF","serif";">2 </span>At his last appointment he weighed 12lbs 10oz and 25 inches. Long & lean! We had been going in for weight checks every week for about a month. Our doctor would have a goal weight each week and always Lincoln would fall short….At one point our goal was simply to get Lincoln back on the growth chart. It was decided if by his four month check-up he wasn’t gaining more they would need to do blood work. By that appointment (16 days later) he had gained 13oz! We are now on the growth chart people….barely, but we’re on there!<br />
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We have now introduced baby guacamole (avocado+formula)! He loves it!! The rice cereal was a challenge
and while he was getting the hang of <i>eating</i>, you could tell he didn't necessarily care for the taste. I wish you could see this boy when he notices
the glob of green mush in front of him….he almost nose dives out of his chair
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He sure seems to be thinking about crawling and is on the verge of sitting up!
Ok, he only sits for about 10-15 seconds before toppling over and from his
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We are still wearing 0-3 months in anything that doesn’t have feet. He’s
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He’s still Billy Blanks in a white baby boy body. I swear it’s why he doesn’t
gain quickly….the boy looks like he is working out all day long….kicking his
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He still looks just like his daddy. Occasionally, I get a pity “I think he looks like you”, but 95% of the time that boy is
a mirror image of Cameron when he was a baby...and, no worries, I accept that
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We’re still up at least once a night. He eats and is back to sleep in about 20
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ourselves with a smiling, cooing little boy at 2am. And, of course, every now
and then we have those nights he wakes to eat twice or just doesn’t want to be
left alone until he’s completely asleep. Those nights are crazy tough, but we’ve
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Those bright blue eyes and that big toothless grin still light up our world. It’s
hard to even remember what life was like before him. Ok, I take that back…..those
were the days of sleeping until noon on Saturdays and having extra in the bank, but how
boring was that? ;) This little guy has us on our toes on a daily basis. I love sleep, but I sure love waking up to this face way more.</div>
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A few weeks ago we decided to finally introduce our little man to something other than boring old formula. What more exciting than rice cereal?! Bland, runny, smelly rice cereal. Yeah, Lincoln wasn't too excited either. After all the tummy trouble he'd been having we were more than a little hesitant to try anything other than formula, but when our pediatrician gave us the 'green light' we were all for it....Especially after he mentioned it might help him sleep through the night ;)<br />
It definitely didn't go as we imagined. I knew it'd be messy, but I don't think the boy swallowed a drop! More cereal ended up on Lincoln's face and in my hair than in his mouth. I thought maybe he didn't like the flavor....I mean, have ya smelled that stuff?? So I bought the apple flavor during my next visit to the store. Nope, didn't help. That stuff came running down his chin as quickly as we put it in. It's been an incredibly messy couple of weeks, but pretty darn funny....especially when Linc accidently smacks the spoon right out of Cameron's hand and cereal flies (ok, maybe I'm the only one laughing at the moment hehe).<br />
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<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-23210930621413522132012-05-07T21:12:00.002-07:002012-05-07T21:12:27.281-07:00Mommy Brain<i>Can't find your keys? Forgot about the birthday lunch last Saturday? Wearing your underwear inside out, again?</i> If you have kids or are pregnant you probably use the 'Mommy Brain' excuse all the time. According to <a href="http://www.wellnesstimes.com/articles/busting-mommy-brain-myth" target="_blank">this article</a>, even though you feel like you're losing your mind, you've actually become smarter. Mind blowing, right? I know I didn't actually become dumb during my pregnancy or lose half my brain cells since I've had Lincoln, but I sure do feel....well, downright stupid at times....and I won't lie thoug, blaming 'Mommy Brain' sure is easy!<br />
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Here are a few incidents I'd like to thank Mommy Brain for:<br />
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-I can't ever remember where my phone is. I have found it in my refrigerator, my sock drawer and medicine cabinet. About two weeks ago I needed both hands to carry a giant basket of laundry; I had no pockets so I simply put my phone on top of the pile and headed to the laundry room. Fifteen minutes I found it at the bottom of the wash....sparkling clean and totally destroyed. So maybe I've had this problem since I received my first cell phone, but it's a perfect example of something I can forever blame this 'mommy brain' thing on. :)<br />
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-The day after losing my phone I was headed out the door to work, went to lock the door, <b><i>no keys</i></b>. Not in the car, not in my purse, nowhere. Oh yeah! I put them in the diaper bag this morning when packing it for Cameron....Too bad that diaper bag was now sitting at daycare and I was at home with no phone! I had to facebook and e-mail frantically to try and find a ride....wow. What a way to start off a morning.<br />
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-A few months ago I was trying to build a good milk supply by pumping in between feedings. I probably would've had a freezer full had I put all the bags in the freezer, instead some days I suppose I just felt like putting them in the pantry. It also might have helped had I always remembered to attach a bottle to the breast pump...breast milk in your lap? no bueno.<br />
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-This month alone I have made it all the way to the bank twice where I open the tube and have left my deposit at home or at work. The tellers must think I'm just hoping the person in front of me left their money. Embarrassing? Yes.<br />
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-And I can't tell you how many times I've actually gotten Lincoln's bottle to my mouth before realizing what I was doing. Or gotten into the shower still half dressed. Or sang a ridiculous commercial jingle as a lullabye because I can't think of anything else <i>(Only Braums gives you more, Only Braums gives you so much more)</i>...Man, I really worry myself sometimes!<br />
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Like I said, it's not that I've actually gotten dumber since being pregnant or giving birth. I'm sure it's just I have so many new things going on in this brain that putting on two different earrings or only applying eye shadow to one eye....it's just going to happen sometimes!<br />
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Ok, so I'm a little behind on my blog....Lincoln officially was four months on the 14th and I believe my last post was sometime around his 3 month mark...oops! I'll try my best to catch you up :)</div>
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We were able to find an in-home daycare with a friend of mine's mom and we LOVE it! Man, was I happy to get her message the day she found out she would have an opening! Leaving him with someone I had only met a few times just might have been too difficult. It gave me such a peace to know that Lincoln would be with someone I <b>knew</b>......a woman who prayed over me at night when I was little. Plus, she sends him home with these cute little notes: </div>
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He currently loves to wiggle and roll! We have quite the little mover! Every night we lay him down on his back at the top of the crib and when he wakes up he's clear on the other end on his belly. <i>Are sleep habits hereditary??</i> </div>
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Tummy time is so much fun right now. He mini-push-ups and rolls himself all across the blanket....always a trail of spit-up to show how far he made it! Trust me, it's a pretty incredible five to ten minutes in baby world. I love the very last part when he pushes up on his hands and gives us a big grin.</div>
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He loves peek-a-boo and will gum to death anything in reach of his tiny hands. He is talking like crazy and has really started to laugh on a more regular basis lately. I think he even said "Hola" this morning.....just kidding. ;) He has the sweetest little laugh. His whole body scrunches together and squirms. </div>
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It's so good to see him not hurting anymore. He was having a hard time eating and sleeping for awhile. I took him to our pediatrician who decided it was not only infant re-flux, but possibly a milk allergy, as well. He suggested I quit breastfeeding and add anti-acid drops to his bottle. We immediately noticed a change in our little man. He takes a full bottle without crying and arching his back and actually keeps it down. He also sleeps much more peacefully and is working his way to sleeping through the night. Now we just gotta add some chubby to those cheeks!</div>
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<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-84763483707050926602012-03-21T23:50:00.002-07:002012-04-20T18:16:41.539-07:00Up All Night..<br />
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I'm assuming most of you have seen or at least heard of the
sitcom. Cameron and I just finished the latest episode and even though we are
reality TV junkies, this is probably our new favorite. And the name nails it.
You may not be up every minute of every night, but you're up a whole lot more
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joy than anything I've ever been a part of.....being up at midnight/4AM isn't
what I call fun. :)<br />
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be Lincoln that were keeping me awake tonight, however. Instead, it's my mind
that won't let me sleep. Remember those decisions I mentioned before? Well,
this time it's a big one. We've recently had some major changes in the work
department. A week before Cameron was to start his new job, I lost mine. In no
way were we prepared for this financially, but still I thank God for a blessing
in disguise. It not only eliminated a huge source of negativity from our lives,
but it also seemed to be the answer to my prayers about being a stay at home
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The next day each
time Lincoln was napping I was going through our bills trying to put together
how we would manage. Pay off some debt with savings, cut cable, start
couponing..... before I knew it I was gathering things to sell on Ebay and/or
at a garage sale. No matter how I calculated though, we would still be cutting
it close if I chose to stay home. Making it, but barely. I started praying and
enlisted my family to help. What I really wanted to ask for was a handout, a
magical money tree or to finally be chosen as a contestant on Wheel of Fortune
(I rock at guessing those phrases). But, instead I asked for guidance......<i>ok,
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The remainder of
that week it seemed I received a phone call or e-mail everyday about jobs I was
qualified for. Hesitantly, I applied. Yesterday, I was called and asked to come
in for an interview for a job I hadn't even applied for. Are you kidding me,
God?!? I was ready for my prayers to be answered by the Prize Patrol from the
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that's what's keeping me up tonight. This interview tomorrow. I want so badly
to be able to stay home, but it's <b>seems</b> as if the answer to my prayers may be
to go back to work. While it is going to be so hard to leave my little man once
again, it might just be what is best for our family right now. I guess
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about were pretty simple….how we would spend holidays, would we have joint bank
accounts, Blue Moon or Bud Light? Our most difficult decision, by far though,
was what we would have for dinner. Seriously. <br />
Boy, did things change on December 14<sup>th</sup>. Dinner is whatever is
easiest and as long as there is money in the bank, who cares how the accounts
are set up! We now have more <i>important</i>
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just isn’t great at naptime right now. I lay him down just as he gets tired and
as soon as I step out the door he cries. I come back in, he stops. We don’t
want to spoil him by always rocking him; it’s just so hard not to do. But, we’ve
decided we have to try something. There are so many different methods moms
swear by: crying-it-out, patting their belly until they fall asleep, simply
standing or sitting in eyesight. This part has been pretty difficult. Any
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Speaking of naptime, I was rocking him on Tuesday and just
as he had dozed off I realized I was watching some ridiculous soap opera.
Definitely not my style, so I reach for the remote…which is, of course, just
out of reach. Now what? Do I go for it and risk waking him, or do I wait the
fifteen minutes until I know I won’t bother him? Well, I hate soaps. So, I went
for it. <i>Not the right choice, Cait</i>. I
might’ve gotten away with it had I not clumsily dropped the remote on the wood
floor. Fail. Cue wide awake cranky Lincoln.</div>
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idea it mattered so much…. </i>So I decided we would not be using a pacifier. And
we did great. For about four days. The third night home if Lincoln was not “comfort
nursing”, he was crying. I’d say pretty much all night. So, thank you, MRMC for
sending us home with a pacifier. We now have six. I was either going to lose my hearing
or lose a nipple, possibly both. I have no idea why it helps,
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try to stay home or work? If I work, what about daycare? What kind of formula
do we use? What kind of schedule should we set? <i>Did you know babies had schedules??...Me either!</i> If someone gives us an OSU onsie, do we just
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Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-24430242043675644582012-02-16T14:59:00.000-08:002012-02-16T14:59:42.599-08:00Do I Have to Go....?<br />
There was never any question about returning to work after I had Lincoln. Unfortunately, I had to. I went over our finances, searched for something I could do from home and thought about selling my husbands kidney on the black market....<i>we all have an extra right?</i> Nothing I found would allow me to stay home. <b>It. Was. Horrible.</b> The weekend before I went back I would cry just thinking about having to leave him. I mean, who wouldn't be upset leaving this little guy? Look at that face!<br />
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We have been extremely blessed, however, to not have to use a traditional daycare. Instead, my sister-in-law, Amy, has volunteered to keep him. She lives a whole half block from us and only about 2 minutes from my work which is extremely conveinent. She even lets me come over at lunch to see him....even if I'm just staring at him sleep. I wait for my lunch break like 1st graders wait for recess.<br />
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I can't begin to express how thankful I am that Amy's been able to do this for us. If this blog was on paper, just know it would be a tad soggy. Thank you, Amos. We love you.<br />Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-73185582089308988572012-01-30T19:30:00.000-08:002012-01-30T19:31:11.047-08:00The 'B' Word.You guessed it. <b><span style="font-size: large;">Breastfeeding.</span></b><br />
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There was no doubt I would breastfeed Lincoln. I did my research (duh!) and decided I would go at least six months. After all, "breast milk is the best milk" and who doesn't want the very best for their precious little one?? Lincoln caught on quick. Once placed on my chest after delivery he squirmed his little body up mine and latched right on. It was nothing short of amazing. It might sound odd to say having your little one nearly suck your nipples raw feels amazing, but trust me, it is. Just a different type of amazing :) His barely opened eyes caught mine and I couldn't look away. I immediately thought '<i>I could do this more than six months, easy'....</i><br />
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The first few days went great. I had my Breastfriend, Lincoln was latching with ease and I thought all would be smooth sailing from there.<br />
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<i>Easy? Smooth sailing?</i> That is the<b> last</b> way I would describe the process after that. I knew all the positives about breastfeeding....passed on antibodies, easier digestion, better bonding, etc. I heard so many women talk about their incredible experiences. In all the brochures, books, and commercials, however, I never came across someone that had much difficulty...sure they talked about trouble latching and nipple confusion, but not once did anyone say "breastfeeding can be hard".<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span>There. I said it. I had a hard time. Maybe I didn't do enough research and perhaps, I didn't ask enough women, but I've run into quite a few problems I wasn't expecting. First, my milk didn't fully come in until the end of the first week. I worried myself sick thinking Linc wasn't getting enough so I spent half my time nursing and the other half pumping trying to speed up production. <b>Talk about sore</b>. I spread that nipple cream on like it was icing! Once my milk started to come in another problem introduced itself. My right side had been sleeping (no milk)! When I tried to nurse from the right side he would take for a few minutes and then cry. After a few tries, we were both crying. It was taking me nearly an hour to finish nursing each time, an hour! I had no time to sleep or shower and my mom and husband had to continually remind me to even eat. I was miserable and exhausted. I went to my doctor, emailed Le Leche League, called the lactation consultant and spoke to everyone I knew that had breastfed....I actually think 5 different people had their hand in helping me....and by that I mean had their hand literally on my breasts attempting to help me. So much for my former modest self! I just didn't understand why it became so difficult. After two and a half weeks I felt completed defeated and ready to give up. And I felt like a failure for feeling defeated. How the heck can I do this for six months?! Why hasn't anyone else mentioned it would be like this?! Again, another "I wish someone would've told me"....<br />
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At that point I decided I would try to breastfeed for at least four weeks. (Yes, I was having that much trouble). I knew it was worth it. <i>If I can make it four weeks then Lincoln will have one whole month of the best.</i> By four weeks things were much better...still rocky, but much better. Enough better that I bumped up my goal to six weeks.<i> I can totally do this for two more weeks. Just two more weeks. </i>And I did. We are now a few days past six weeks and I'm still holding on. My new goal? Eight weeks. <b>Baby steps</b>. A few weeks at a time is much less daunting.<br />
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I'm so glad I've made the decision to continue and am extremely grateful for those that have supported and encouraged me when I was ready to give up. You may not need two fully functioning breasts to breastfeed, but what you do need is support from the those around you.<br />
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I truly think any woman that even attempted to breastfeed should be commended....whether you made it one day, one month, or one year. Every woman wants to give their baby their "Best milk" for the first year, but it's just not as easy for some as it is for others.<br />
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Caitlin Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14975676656566519764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321413467372231369.post-64068127498749635262012-01-16T18:05:00.000-08:002013-05-20T22:25:06.025-07:004 Burnt Nipples & Some LullabiesNo, I don't have four nipples. I committed another rookie mistake. <br />
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New moms/dads/babysitters: Don't commit to anything around the house until your little one is in the 'deep sleep' state. I've learned recently babies spend more time in REM sleep (which is lighter and easily interrupted). and the first 15-20 minutes of sleep is said to be the lightest. This is information I wish I'd known when I decided to start in on my "To-Do's" last week. I put little man in his crib a few minutes after he'd fallen asleep and decided I would boil all the bottle nipples. Seemed like a great idea at the time, I promise. You guessed it, as soon as I put them in the water, Lincoln woke up and began crying. Next thing I knew I was smelling the burning pan and rubber ...<i>Nipples! Crap! </i>Well, one more Wal-Mart run for my husband. </div>
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That's right, I calmed my son down by singing him that commercial. And I kept singing it over and over. Whatever works, right? I've since decided to start him out young on Dave Matthews...his favorite right now is "You and Me". My husband, however, thinks he prefers 50 cent & Lil Wayne.</div>
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<b>Our little guy is already one month! </b></div>
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To celebrate we ventured to a friends place for the evening...Ok, really just to<i> finally</i> get ourselves out of the house. Our first few outings were during Christmas when he slept the entire time, but now that he stays awake a little longer I have been <b>super</b> nervous about taking him out. This was kind of a trial run (thanks Brittany & Shiloh)!<br />
I'll save you the play by play of sleeping, crying, eating, crying and sleeping by saying this: Boy am I glad we have great friends that are patient and love us because it was <b>not</b> as easy as I had imagined. He didn't cry the entire time and I'm sure it was worse in my head than it really was, but it was pretty stressful nonetheless. I do count the evening a success, though, we were out of the house for four hours! Score! <i>Oh the little things that excite us now :)</i><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Linc is officially four weeks today; the days are passing too quickly already. He is growing and changing so much every day, it's really going to be difficult when my maternity leave ends. I return to work in 2-4 weeks (it's still in discussion) so I'm soaking up every last </span><strike style="text-align: left;">minute</strike><span style="text-align: left;"> second that I can with my little man. He's such a fun and alert little guy....well, when he isn't sleeping that is! </span></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;">When changing a dirty diaper...<b>get the dirty diaper out of the way</b>! Don't leave it on the changing pad...Those wiggly little legs will have those cute little toes buried in poo in a matter of seconds.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Use the '<i>peepee teepee</i>' (if you have a boy, of course). Even when you're in a hurry...it's just too risky! </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">After washing the suction bulb make sure there is no water left inside. <i>Yep, I did it</i>. I squirted him right in the face as I was closing in on the nostril. <i><b>Side note:</b></i> Maybe don't have the tip pointed at your baby's face <b>period</b> as you squeeze...*good thinkin, Cait.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">When you're using a baby monitor, you actually have to <b>remember</b> the monitor handheld. I can't tell you how many times I've been doing things around the house and that thing is still sitting on the charger in my room! Thank goodness I live in a small house. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">While nursing Lincoln this afternoon I desperately needed a drink, but both hands were tied...my sweet husband offered to help by pouring his drink in my mouth. Bad idea. Lincoln, myself <b>and</b> my Breastfriend (hehehe...that name still makes me giggle) were covered instantly in Dr. Pepper 10. <i>What were we thinking??</i></li>
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My poor son...poopy feet, water shot to the face and drenched in pop....all in one day. Obviously, we're learning a little at a time. I'm sure there will be plenty more days filled with many more rookie mistakes, but at least it gives us plenty to laugh at when we go to bed and we'll have plenty of stories for this little guy when he gets older. :)</div>
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<li><b>Babies cry-</b> When they’re hungry,
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they are adorable, wonderful, sweet angels….but all of them cry.</li>
<li><b>Breastfeeding is not easy-</b> I know
it’s best for us both and that it is absolutely a rewarding experience, but I
had no idea how much work it would be. (Again, I’ll be devoting a special blog
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<li><b>The Art of Burping-</b> One of nurses
told us we would hardly have a need for burping because I was breastfeeding…she
was wrong, the boy got gas!</li>
<li><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>Every other mom knows everything-</b> Just
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<li><b>Babies get toe-jam</b> (especially
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<li><b>Diaper Genie- </b>Big shock. Who wants
to take out the trash multiple times a day? And no one wants the stench of
dirty diaper lingering throughout the house.</li>
<li><b>My Breast Friend-</b> I thought it was
pretty silly until I used it the first time….it’s basically a Boppy that straps on and is complete with a ‘headrest’
for baby and a pocket for your cell or remote! Thanks to sister-in-law, Amy,
for letting me borrow!</li>
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When all else fails, swaddle!</li>
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<li><b>Gas Drops-</b> Like I said, the boy is
gassy! Sometimes we burp him for 15 minutes straight and still 20 minutes later
when we put him down he lets out another…We use these at almost every feeding.</li>
<li><b>Bottle Warmer-</b>When we introduced
the bottle the first few times it was almost painful waiting for it to heat by
hot water. It was first on the Wal-Mart list soon after.</li>
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Wipes-</b>Something I didn't even think about until our first outing and I had
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they are back to their birth weight) <i>it’s all you do</i>, even in the middle of the
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<li><b>When food goes in…something is
bound to come out-</b> Pretty much every single time. So if for some reason in a sleep
deprived panic you decide to go ahead and feed your naked baby so he’ll stop
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