tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72376617996679095822024-03-13T12:41:01.823-07:00A Little SassA Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.comBlogger422125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-79566260543839417042018-04-23T15:05:00.001-07:002018-04-24T09:46:19.284-07:00Free Stuff For Having Twins! When I was pregnant with my twins I found a list on Pinterest of companies that have "multiple birth programs" and would send you free products and/or coupons. The list was really old but I thought it was worth a shot. While pumping with my hands free pump bra I addressed envelopes. In each one I included a letter (just saying that we had twins and would like to enroll in their multiples club) and copies with the twins birth certificates (required by most of the companies). I blacked out any information that I thought they didn't need. They really just want proof that you have multiples. It was so fun when we started getting packages in the mail. Mostly we got coupons. But they were high value coupons -- like $15 coupons! Here is the list of places that I actually got stuff from.<br />
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Tomy<br />
Att. Multiple Birth Program<br />
2091 9th St.<br />
(I got a package of Rattles and sippy cups)<br />
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Pampers Multiples Program<br />
Proctor & Gamble Co<br />
PO Box 599<br />
Cincinnati, OH 45201<br />
(coupons)<br />
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Mead Johnson Nutrition<br />
Attn: Enfamil Multiple Birth Promotion<br />
2400 W Lloyd Evpy<br />
Evansville, IN 47721<br />
(high value coupons)<br />
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Gerber<br />
Multiple Birth Program<br />
445 State St<br />
Freemont, MI 49413<br />
(coupons)<br />
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Ocean Spray<br />
Consumer Affairs Dep<br />
1 Ocean Spray Dr.<br />
Lakeville-Middleborough MA 02349<br />
(coupons for free product)<br />
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Beachnut<br />
1-800-233-2468<br />
"parent pack"<br />
(coupons)<br />
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American Baby<br />
Gift Basket Headquarters<br />
PO Box 734<br />
New York, NY 10113<br />
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Evenflo Co<br />
Att. Multiple Birth Program<br />
1801 Commerce Dr.<br />
Piqua, OH 45356<br />
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Rainbow Kids<br />
Dept. Free Hats<br />
PO Box 31817<br />
Bellingham WA 98228<br />
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Playtex Baby<br />
1-888-310-4290<br />
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I am sure there are more companies that you could contact as well. Most places you register will also give you a box of samples and free product, Amazon and Target do for sure. Similac has a program that you can enroll in with a form from your pediatrician. They send high value coupons and reward checks as you buy their product. Honest company will send you a box of samples when you sign up for a subscription. Once I got the box of samples I called and cancelled the subscription. It's a little work but so worth it!A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-72522485331448205212018-03-23T14:37:00.001-07:002018-04-24T09:41:41.746-07:00Poop StoriesAfter my last post I started thinking about some funny poop incidences that we have had since having the twins. Both babies were partial to their daddy when it came to pooping. This is for Prim and Hagen:<br />
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Primrose and the never ending poop!<br />
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In the NICU babies get their cares done every three hours. Cares include taking their temp, changing their monitor to the other foot, measuring their tummy, changing diapers and feeding. This is when you get to interact and hold your baby. Erik and I would schedule our visits around cares. Erik loved doing cares. He was a unique new dad in that way. One evening little tiny Primrose was getting her diaper changed by her daddy. Erik and picked up the habit of wearing gloves from the nurses. This particular night it was a good thing he put on gloves! The nurses had taught us to put a clean diaper under the babies bum before taking the dirty one off. Erik was changing Prim when she started to poop the yellow mustard poop of a newborn. He cleaned her up and put a clean diaper under her. Again she started to poop ... and poop and poop! I jumped up to help and the nurse (it happened to be one of our two favorites, Caroline) came to help as well. Erik was holding her legs, I was grabbing wipes and a new diaper. Caroline was removing poop covered bedding. There was poop everywhere!!! Erik picked Prim up so we could change her bedding. She was maybe 4.5 lbs at this point which is not easy to hold. Suddenly Erik said, "oh its warm! She is pooping in my hand!" Her little tiny bum was in his hand that was quickly filling up with poop. By now Caroline and I were no help as we were laughing so hard! We went through five diapers, bedding and blankets and a lot of gloves that night! We joked that it had taken three adults to change a diaper. How such a tiny little body could produce that much poop is a complete mystery!<br />
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Hagen explodes in bed!<br />
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After 7 weeks in the NICU our babies were finally graduating and coming home! Hagen did not pass his car seat test or his room air test so we would be bringing him home on oxygen. Erik and I had to stay the night in the hospital with Hagen proving that we could take care of him on oxygen. It was a weird night! You stay in this "hotel" kind of room that is across the hall from the NICU. They wheel the babies NICU bed into the room. You have to spend 12 hours taking care of your baby. Prim stayed in the NICU with her nurse. Erik was sitting on the bed with Hagen laying on his lap when we heard the explosion! Within seconds Erik felt the warmth creeping up his shorts. There was poo everywhere! All over the bed and all over Erik! We had to call the nurse and ask for new bedding and clothing for Hagen. Erik didn't have extra clothes for our over-nighter so the nurse brought him a pair of scrubs. It was the start to a very long night! Luckily that was our only poop disaster of the night and we passed the test and were able to take both our babies home.<br />
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My Dad use to call me poopsy because of a story about him staying home from church with me as a baby and me pooping ALL OVER him and the bathroom! I bet I heard that story a hundred times and now it makes me smile. I guess I had it coming!<br />
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These are just two of MANY poop stories. I had no idea how much poo I would deal with having two babies. I don't think I have ever said the word poo or poop so many times in my life as I have writing this post. HA!A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-66443720023306932592018-01-25T15:29:00.000-08:002018-01-25T15:29:38.617-08:00Being a mom is HARD!As I write this I am sitting on the couch in dirty sweats with my hair in a very messy bun and no makeup. I wish this was an unusual scene these days but it is not. We are going on 7 days of both babies having diarrhea. I can't even tell you how much poo I have cleaned up this week. Today alone I have changed NINE blowout diapers! <br />
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I have had two distinct thoughts today;<br />
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One: What has my life become!?! I use to get up every morning, get ready, dress professionally and go to work. I had an office, went to meetings and had responsibilities. I solved problems, interacted with people and accomplished tasks each day. I had value and purpose! Now look at me! How did this happen?<br />
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Two: As I snuggled my baby girl who had had six poppy diapers before 9 AM I thought about how very glad and <i>lucky </i>I am to be able to stay home and hold my baby while she doesn't feel well. I am so glad that I am not stressing about work because I had to stay home with my sick babies. I know what a blessing it is that I <i>get </i>to stay home and me a mom. <br />
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Being a mom is hands down the hardest job I have ever had. Most days I wish I could get ready and go to work. Being a mom is hard! I feel like I clean up the same messes and do the same chores day after day after day. I feel like I don't accomplish anything or do anything of value. Then I see my two little people toddling around laughing, making messes and stopping to give me a love and I feel like my heart might burst. I wonder how I got so lucky ... and then I clean up the same mess I have cleaned up ten thousand times! <br />
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<br />A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-39020230734276320242018-01-16T08:00:00.000-08:002018-01-16T08:00:32.297-08:00Baby Gear Must HavesWhen I was pregnant with the twins I was spoiled rotten with several baby showers. Registering for gifts was pretty much a shot in the dark as I had no idea what I actually needed. Nearly a year and a half into this whole mom thing I have come up with my list of baby gear that I couldn't/can't live without. So here are my top ten baby must haves.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Fisher Price Rock N Plays</span></b><br />
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Before I had the twins a fellow twin mom told me that these were a must! I totally concur! They are so portable and easy to store when not in use. We would move them from room to room as needed and would even take them with us on vacation or just to a family dinner. I would definitely recommend the auto rocking version. These are perfect for newborns. They keep them swaddled and secure. For babies with reflux (which Hagen had) it keeps them propped up. An absolute must have!<br />
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<img alt="Fisher-Price Auto Rock 'n Play Sleeper, Aqua Stone" height="200" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81VkAr2RmIL._SX522_.jpg" width="196" /><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Baby Car Mirror</span></b><br />
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So the first couple months that I had the twins I did not have these. Driving around I was always nervous that the babies were ok because I couldn't see them. A few times I even pulled over to check on them. Well this solves that problem! When they are newborns you can see them and know if they are sleeping or awake. When baby gets a little older these become built in entertainment while they are in the car. The twins will sit and laugh and talk to the baby in the mirror while we drive. There are several versions and can be found pretty much everywhere baby gear is sold. This is just an example of one from Amazon. (no that is not my baby)<br />
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<img alt="Sonilove Baby Car Mirror" height="182" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/517-KRGXIFL._SX450_.jpg" width="200" /><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Nose Frida Snot Sucker</span></b><br />
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Gross! It really is disgusting but once you have a baby snot just becomes a part of your daily life! Let's be honest those bulb things they send you home from the hospital with don't work ... like at all! This thing works! You put the blue tube end up against the babies nostril and then the red end in your mouth and you SUCK! Don't worry there is no way for the snot to get into your mouth. Your baby will get a look on their face like you are sucking their brains out. I am guessing that is about what it feels like. But then they can breath and aren't so stuffy. You need this!<br />
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<img alt="Fridababy NoseFrida Nasal Aspirator with 20 Extra Hygiene Filters" height="152" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41GiWFhmDwL.jpg" width="200" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>do'Terra Purify Oil</b></span><br />
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I was given a very nice diaper pail that is not suppose to stink as a baby gift. Well guess what? It stinks. Twins = SO MANY DIAPERS!! Right now (16 months) we go through about 300 diapers a month! Diapers = stink! So here is one of my best mom hacks (not really a hack). Put a couple drops of do'Terra Purify Oil on a cotton ball and put that in the bottom of the diaper pail (and garbage cans too). It really does help kill the stale smell of dirty diapers. It's also a great oil for laundry and all other cleaning things.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Umbrella Stroller</span></b><br />
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In preparation for the twins we got the jumbo double stroller with the matching click in car seats. It is an awesome stroller! But I hardly ever use it. It was nice in the very beginning when I would leave the babies in their car seats and just click the car seat in but it is big and heavy and definitely takes more time to set up. Now my go to is a double umbrella stroller. I got one for under $100 on Amazon. It is so light and easy to set up. For quick trip or walks this is all you need. I personally think you can skip the fancy stroller all together. I even got one to leave at my moms house.<br />
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Here is the one I have.<br />
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https://www.amazon.com/Jeep-Brand-Double-Stroller-Burgundy/dp/B019JNHJCA/ref=sr_1_6_s_it?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1515988240&sr=1-6&keywords=double%2Bumbrella%2Bstroller&th=1<br />
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<img alt="J is for Jeep Brand Scout Double Stroller, Lunar Burgundy" height="142" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81ax9Q6uRjL._SX522_.jpg" width="200" /><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Hands Free Pumping Bra</span></b><br />
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My twins were born 9 weeks early. They spent 50 days in the NICU growing and learning to eat. For the first few weeks they were fed only through a feeding tube. Preemies can't suck, swallow, breath at the same time which means they can't eat. This is something that happens later on in their development. While I had totally planned on breast feeding it just wasn't an option for me in the beginning. By the time they came home they were so use to the bottle that we never made the transition. So I pumped! I pumped for FIVE months! I know there are some that do it much longer and hats off to them. It is not fun, it is time consuming and just kind of sucks. But you do what you have to do. One thing that made it SO much easier was a hands free pumping bra. That was a game changer for me. So if you find yourself pumping instead of breastfeeding get one of these!!! Again you can get these lots of places. But Amazon does deliver!<br />
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https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00295MQLU/ref=oh_aui_search_detailpage?ie=UTF8&th=1<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Bottle Warmer</span></b><br />
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If you bottle feed at all you need a bottle warmer. Did you know that you aren't suppose to put breast milk in the microwave. You have to put the bottle in hot water and let it sit to warm up the milk. Well guess how NOT fun that is in middle of the night! A bottle warmer heats up the bottle in like 90 seconds using steam. Every second counts at 2 AM so I would say this is a must have product if you are bottle feeding. Night feeding tip: I would prep the bottles before going to bed and put them in a little cooler bag with an ice pack. I would put the cooler bag in the bathroom by the babies room along with the bottle warmer. When the babies woke up I would warm up the bottles while setting them up on the boppy pillows. I never had to prep anything or go downstairs to the kitchen for night feedings.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Sound Machine/Night Light</span></b><br />
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Having spent the first seven weeks of life in the NICU my babies came home 1. use to light (it is never totally dark in the NICU) and 2. Use to noise. It is surprisingly noisy in the NICU; doors closing, monitors beeping, nurses talking, other babies crying. This can be a perk as NICU babies learn to sleep through light and noise. We don't black out their rooms, ever! In fact we open the blinds during the day so that it is light during naps. We have sound playing whenever they are sleeping. My babies have been the best sleepers so it must work! This is the sound machine we use. I like it because it plays a variety of sounds, is small and portable and is a night light. Its by Skip Hop and can be found anywhere that baby products are sold.<br />
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<img height="200" src="https://target.scene7.com/is/image/Target/53021517?wid=1560&hei=1560&fmt=pjpeg" width="199" /><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Diaper Caddy</span></b><br />
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This one might seem silly but its one of those things I can't live without. We live in a two story house. The twins rooms and changing table are upstairs. But I spend most of my day in the family room/kitchen on the main level. So having a changing station on the main level is a must! I always have what I need to change those 300 diapers a month! It is easy to stash away when not using. I think I got mine at Babies R Us but again you can get them anywhere! There are a bunch of them on Amazon.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Boppy Pillow</span></b><br />
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I bet this is one of those items that most moms would agree goes on the must have list. Especially for twins!!! I actually had four of them when the twins were newborns, one set upstairs and one set downstairs. How do you feed twins? You prop them up on a boppy pillows and sit between them holding a bottle in each hand. We also used them for tummy time and just for hanging out. The twins still use them at 16 months. Make sure you get the kind that has the removable cover for washing.<br />
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So there you have it, some of my baby gear must haves!<br />
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<br />A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-37355445913902248692018-01-14T19:09:00.000-08:002018-01-14T19:09:06.196-08:00Beef StewWhat's for dinner? Ugh! Every single day! I never know what to make. I am usually scrambling to pull something together because I didn't get anything out of the freezer. We don't eat much processed food which means I am making things from scratch. Oh the days of being single and eating cold cereal or chips and salsa for dinner!<br />
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When I do find a recipe that works I make sure to write it down and have as many of the ingredients on hand as possible. It has to be relatively quick and easy! I am not one that enjoys spending half my day in the kitchen for one meal.<br />
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Today I made beef stew for the first time! I read at least 20 recipes and then came up with my own version. It turned out really yummy and was pretty darn easy! It's the perfect winter Sunday dinner.<br />
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Beef Stew -- Slower cooker<br />
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Serves 4-6<br />
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1 lb stew meat<br />
1/4 c flour<br />
1/4 t pepper<br />
1/2 t salt<br />
carrots (I used like 20 baby carrots because the twins love them)<br />
potatoes (I used three smallish ones) chopped into bite size pieces<br />
1 med onion chopped<br />
1 clove garlic minced<br />
1 can beef broth<br />
1 c water<br />
1 c red wine<br />
1 - 11/2 T Worcestershire sauce<br />
2 bay leaves<br />
1 sprig fresh thyme<br />
1 sprig fresh rosemary<br />
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Mix the flour, salt and pepper together. Add the meat to the mixture and coat well. Brown the meat in a small amount of oil. Place the meat in a crock-pot. Saute onions and garlic then add to crock-pot. Add carrots and potatoes to crock-pot. Pour broth, water, red wine and worcestershire sauce in saute pan. Bring to a simmer scrapping the brownings from the meat. Pour over the ingredients in the crock-pot. Make sure you have enough liquid to almost cover the ingredients. Cook on high for about 4 - 5 hours (or low for 8 hrs) or until meat is tender and potatoes and carrots are soft. About an hour before serving I thickened the stew with a little corn starch. Add salt and pepper to taste. <br />
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Enjoy! I hope this helps just one dinner become a little easier this month! <br />
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<br />A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-38051491044856019652017-12-14T21:20:00.003-08:002018-01-30T14:04:07.988-08:00Prim & Hagen Birth Story Part III - Grand Finale!Continued ....<br />
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Around 3AM my contractions started back up. It was pretty evident that we weren't going to be able to stop labor. Off and on through the night I would have contractions. It wasn't anything regular but I was definitely in labor. Sometime in the early morning Erik's parents came to visit. Erik hadn't planned to stay the night when he came to the hospital on Saturday so he hadn't brought anything with him. His parents got a list and drove back up to our house to get his stuff. I called my mom to let her know what was going on. She came down to the hospital as well. My OB showed up to check on me mid morning. He checked me and declared that I was at a 2.5 (remember that I was at a 1 when I checked into the hospital). A 2.5! That's it?!? I had been in labor all night and morning! Ugh! Then I heard him say to the nurse that 2.5 was a very generous measurement. He said that I could get an epidural when I got to a 4 or 5. It was going to be a long day!<br />
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Erik had a football game on and everyone was just hanging out. At some point Erik asked why all the flags were at half mast. It was 9/11! NO! I can't have my babies on 9/11. It is a sad holiday. I was progressing so slowly that my nurse comforted me by telling me that she doubted if I had these babies before midnight.<br />
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It was a stormy Sunday. Around noon there was a big micro burst that hit Provo and knocked the power out. My room had big windows so there was plenty of light. But the hallways and bathrooms were dark. The generators kicked on to keep all essential equipment running. Air conditioning is not considered essential. I was starting to have some pretty serious contractions. 15 months later its hard to even remember what it was like. I just remember Erik's parents and my mom being in the room. As soon as one would start I would call Erik to my side and he would help me through it. I remember crying after one of the contractions and telling Erik that I just wanted to go home. I was tired from several sleepless nights. I was hungry because I hadn't eaten anything since the night before. I was in pain and so very uncomfortable. I just wanted my own bed! <br />
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At some point in the day my strep test had come back and of course it was positive. So I was started on my first round of antibiotics. Luckily I was progressing slowly enough that we were confident that I would get all the doses needed before the babies were born.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb68b5q8X_riB7NzR5F_ypghLMMBEP0hyqu_nuxX2OQHv9KpKbmzvWrdpb5ZMFjkhFbSmS0S22QrEazclNUhG-pqJooPVNcZaFRUSveZmuQq-wi5VtDlYcr9A5bFO-N7oPTrj_itkcHOc/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1031" data-original-width="1600" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb68b5q8X_riB7NzR5F_ypghLMMBEP0hyqu_nuxX2OQHv9KpKbmzvWrdpb5ZMFjkhFbSmS0S22QrEazclNUhG-pqJooPVNcZaFRUSveZmuQq-wi5VtDlYcr9A5bFO-N7oPTrj_itkcHOc/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" width="320" /></a>Late afternoon, sometime around 3:00 or 4:00 I think, the nurse checked me. I was finally at a 4! I could get an epidural. Before getting pregnant with twins I really wanted to try and have a baby un-medicated, just for the experience. But once we found out that we were having twins that didn't really seem like a wise option. My OB highly recommended an epidural because of the possibility of having an emergency c-section. At this point in my labor I was ready. I had essentially been in labor on and off for two days. I was exhausted! I had watched my best friend get an epidural so I had an idea of what was about to happen .... so I thought! It was HORRIBLE!! I don't really even know how to explain it. It was incredibly painful. My head was buried in Erik's chest as I screamed! I am not a big screamer. I don't generally scream in pain. But this was different. Two nurses came running into my room to see what was going on. I felt Erik drop his head onto mine not being able to do anything but hold me. Knowing what I know now I would have waited longer to get it or not gotten one at all. Within minutes my left side was completely numb! But NOT my right side. I could feel everything on my right side. So now my left side was painfully numb (who knew that numbness could be painful) and my right side was still feeling all the contractions. They tried rolling me on my side to see if that would help. It didn't. (Remember that the power is still out and there is no air circulating.) My nurse called my OB to give a report. He told her to check me again around 8pm. I was still progressing very slowly. My mom was rubbing my numb leg while Erik rubbed my back. While I was miserable I was still hoping to hold off until after midnight so their birthday would not be on 9/11. The next few hours were pretty much a blur. Around 7:00 pm my nurse came in to help me re-position and adjust the babies monitors. While she was there she decided to check me even <br />
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though it was earlier than the doctor had said. SURPRISE! I was at a 9/10. It was go time! WHAT? How did I go from a four to a 10 so fast? I thought epidurals slowed things down? Well not necessarily! My nurse said that me relaxing probably just helped things move along. She instructed someone to call my OB and for Erik to start suiting up. Because I was having twins I had to deliver in the OR with two OB's. Erik had to be ready for a c-section just in case. Oh yeah, still no power or AC. The anesthesiologist was called back in and gave me a boost to my epidural and then took it out. It worked and my right side was finally numb! Well it looks like these babies were going to be born on 9/11 after all. From the minute I knew that it was time I was panicked that my doctor wouldn't make it on time. I kept asking where he was. I was wheeled to the OR and everything was set up. The NICU was alerted that they were getting 31.3 week twins. We were ready. Still no doctor. Completely panicked I asked where he was and what happens if he doesn't make it. I was assured he would make it in time. "I can feel the baby coming out!" I was actually still on my side and had no idea if a baby was coming out. But I was convinced that I was going to have this baby right then. I am sure the nurses were rolling their eyes! I begged them to tell me what would happen if he didn't make it. They told me that an on call doctor would step in. "But I don't know that guy and I don't want him delivering my babies!" I heard my nurse tell someone to go see if they can find Dr. Young and to tell him to hurry! At last! Dr. Young walked through the door. "Where have you been?!?" (It was a good 30 minutes before baby A was born by the way.) They got me up in the stirrups and gave both Erik and I instructions. I had an awesome L&D nurse. The power had come back on but there still was no AC. I was dying and trying to rip my hospital gown off. The second OB found a clipboard and used it to fan me. He was heaven sent! The monitor that was suppose to be monitoring my contractions was not working. So the nurse put her hand on my stomach and told us when I was having a contraction. For the next 30 minutes I pushed and pushed and pushed. "Why won't she come out? She is only 3 lbs!" It turns out that small babies can actually be really hard to get out. There is not enough baby for your body to push against. My temperature had been creeping up for the last hour. If I became fevered they would do a c-section. A nurse checked my temp between each contraction. I was .1 away from being considered fevered during my entire delivery. I had to push so hard to get her to move down that I started to pass out. Erik said he would watch my eyes roll back in my head when I stopped pushing. To help me recover between pushes I was put on oxygen. At some point I might have something like, "When I create a world and life this is NOT how this is going to work!" And I meant it! Erik was so calm and collected. He did a great job comforting me and encouraging me. In between pushes Erik and Dr. Young talked about the previous nights football game until I yelled "I am having a baby!" Dr Young is awesome by the way. He is so clam and chill. At last they could see the head! Erik got to take a peek and see his baby girls dark hair. With one more push she was out. The moment she came out she cried out a little cry. It was the best sound in the world! We didn't know what to expect with them being so early and small. A cry was best case scenario. Dr Young quickly cut her cord, handed her over to a nurse and off she went. I lifted my head just in time to get a quick glimpse of my baby. Before all this Erik and I had agreed that he would go with the baby.<br />
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As soon as baby A was out the other OB and the nurse grabbed my stomach to hold baby B in place. He was already head down so we didn't want him to flip. While the nurse held baby B, the second doctor started to push him down. This is when I was really glad I did have an epidural. Let's just say they were not being gentle. Poor baby B (Hagen) was not ready to come out. He was kicking against their hands. Dr Young ended up breaking his water as they pushed him down. I have no idea how long of a break I had before I started to push again. As soon as they told me to start pushing again I had one of the nurses get Erik from the other room. He came in and let me know that baby girl was doing well. Round two: I started pushing again. I was SO tired. I didn't know how in the world I was going to do this again! After pushing several times I told Erik that I couldn't do it. He told me that as soon as I pushed him out I could have a Diet Coke. One my next contraction I push with everything I had in me. Out he came! Dr Young said, "I can't believe that actually worked!" Baby B was born almost exactly 30 minutes after baby A. He gave us a good cry letting us know he was not happy to be out. Just like baby A I only got a glance as they rushed baby B out to assess him. Erik followed them so that he could get some pictures and a report. Within seconds of baby B being born the AC came back on.<br />
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Dr Young told me just to relax and let my body take care of delivering the placentas. My epidural was starting to wear off. The pressure was incredible. It was such a weird feeling. I am not sure how to describe it. I asked the nurse to get Erik again. He came back in and let me know that baby B was doing great. They had both been put on oxygen and were being taken to the NICU. I was cleaned up and stitched up (yes I tore both horizontally and vertically, needing one stitch each direction. Can you imagine if I had had full term babies?) and taken back to my room where my mom and Erik's parents were waiting for us. They had been waiting outside the OR and got a little glimpse of the babies as they were being taken to the NICU. As promised I got a Diet Coke when I got back to my room. My sweet nurse had one waiting for me. I got the shakes SO bad after delivery. My nurse kept telling me not to fight it and that it was very normal. Your body has been through a lot. Erik had taken a video babies so that I could see them. I had to wait until my shaking had stopped and my epidural was worn off before I could go see my babies. About an hour later I released from L&D and taken to the NICU to meet my babies for the first time.<br />
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Primrose was named that night. We kinda knew all along that that would be her name. She was born at 8:52 pm. She was 3.9 lbs and 16 inches long. When I first saw her she had an IV in her hand, a feeding tube in her nose and was on a CPAP to help her little lungs. She was the tiniest baby I had ever seen.<br />
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Hagen was named the next day. He was just baby boy until we finalized the name He was born at 9:23 pm. He was 3.14 lbs and 16 inches long. He also had an IV, feeding tube and was on CPAP. It broke my heart knowing that he was not ready to come out but had to.<br />
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I was not able to hold either baby that night. I didn't get to have immediate skin to skin with my babies. I didn't get to do delayed cord cutting like I had planned. Erik didn't get to cut his babies cords. I didn't have that instant bond or that feeling of unconditional love that people talk about. Nothing had gone as I had planned or wanted or hoped. It was nothing like I had imagined or like other birth stories I had heard. But my babies, the babies that I dreamed of having, that we had so desperately wanted, the babies that we had worked so hard to get were here! They were doing well and we would all be ok! I had no idea how much my heart would grow becoming a mom.<br />
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The story continues but I will save that for another post.A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-72320507211591754492017-11-21T13:37:00.000-08:002017-11-21T13:37:15.699-08:00Prim & Hagen Birth Story Part IIContinued ....<br />
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After a VERY long sleepless night in labor and delivery we met with my OB. The drugs I was given when I first arrived had worked and I was no longer in active labor. Our first goal was to make it 48 hours so that I could get both doses of steroids to help the babies lungs develop. Every single day at this point was beneficial to the twins development. I was not allowed to sit up or walk. I could get up to go to the bathroom as needed but otherwise I was to be laying down. Holy cow! How was I going to do this for three weeks?!? My amazing nurse found me a room with a big window and a beautiful view of the mountains. Once we got settled in Erik went home to shower, pack our now needed hospital bag and check in with work. Sometime mid-morning I realized that my school had no idea what was going on. I had just not shown up to work! Oops! So I sent them a text with a lovely picture of me in the hospital. And just like that my 15 year career had come to an end. My dad was in the hospital in SLC receiving cancer treatments. Luckily he was going home that afternoon and my mom could come be with me.<br />
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Later that afternoon I was taken down to see a maternal fetal medicine (MFM) doctor. It was confirmed that it was baby A (Prim) that broken their water. Both babies were looking healthy and not in any distress. Baby A still had plenty of fluid around her (did you know that you keep making amniotic fluid even after your water has broken?) The doctor believed there was no reason why I couldn't make it the hoped for three weeks.<br />
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The next couple days were pretty uneventful, well other than being very uncomfortable. Both babies and I had to be on monitors 24/7. If I moved or a baby moved my nurse would have to come in and adjust the monitors. I was still on a mag drip which was VERY unpleasant! It burns as it goes through your veins. I was lucky to have some visitors that helped distract me; Dana Hardman, Shannon and Casey Child, Erik's parents, my mom, Jennie, Josh, Lisa and Tanner all visited me.<br />
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Saturday morning I started having "cramps" again. When my OB stopped by to check on me I told him what I was experiencing. He wasn't worried. They were not regular and I was still only dilated to a one. He said I could get up and take a shower when Erik got there (it was like Christmas morning!). Erik was spending the morning at home getting some stuff done. It was the BYU vs UofU game that afternoon and he would come watch it in my hospital room. I continued to have cramps, aka contractions, all morning and into the afternoon. As soon as Erik got there I took a shower and even washed my hair. He brought me a BYU shirt to wear for the game. I am not sure if it was the being up or what but my contractions started to get harder and closer. We managed to get a picture in our BYU shirts before I asked to get back into a hospital gown. This is the last picture taken before I had the babies and we didn't get a belly shot! I am still so sad about that.<br />
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To be cont.A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-28968901333487354402017-11-18T16:40:00.000-08:002017-11-21T13:41:23.803-08:00Prim & Hagen Birth Story - Part IYou might want to grab a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate because this is going to be a long one. <br />
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I had a pretty uneventful pregnancy for the most part. Just regular aches and pains that come with pregnancy. Each time I would ask my OB about this pain or that he would reply, "yeah, you are pregnant .... with twins!" I was considered high risk because of age and twins so I was seen often and had an ultrasound each time (a nice perk). I never needed to see a specialist or had any concern that anything was wrong. The babies were growing and stayed somewhere in the 40% . Both babies were head down for a majority of the time. We felt so blessed that the twins were doing so well! </div>
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At my 30 week appointment my doctor told me that I would for sure make it to 38 weeks. With twins they generally don't let you go past 38 weeks. I was measuring full term (40 weeks) and getting pretty uncomfortable. I asked if maybe we could push that up to say 36 or 37 weeks? </div>
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One week later, Wednesday September 7, 2016. I went to work just like any other day but was having a bit of an off day. I was just tired (duh!). I spent most of the day in my office, sitting. I had been warned not to over do it even if I felt good. So I heeded the advise and sat most of the day. That evening I was presenting at a New Teacher Academy meeting so I skipped pilates and took a nap before heading to my meeting. I think I even left work a little early. After my presentation I headed straight home telling the other presenters that I just didn't feel well. I was having an off day. As the evening wore on I just kept feeling more and more blah. As Erik made dinner I tried sitting at the bar but even that felt like too much, I just wanted to lay down. Man this pregnancy thing was getting hard! As I headed to bed I told Erik that I was having SO much pressure in my pelvis and even some cramping. Well no surprise, I had two heads in my pelvis! I remember specifically praying that these babies would not come yet. We needed more time. As I went to bed I told Erik that I wasn't ready to have these babies yet but didn't really think much of it. I went to bed thinking that I would wake up feeling better the next day!</div>
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Sometime just before midnight I woke up. At this point I was waking up several times a night so this was nothing new. But this time <i>was </i>different. I was all wet! Had I just peed the bed? Oh my gosh I can't believe this is happening! I got up and went to the bathroom. As soon as I sat down there was a big gush! Oh dear! That sure didn't feel like pee! But it has to be. I am only 31 weeks. I am not in labor. So I sat there a little longer. Another gush! Ok! That definitely was not pee! </div>
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While I was on the phone I had a few more gushes so I was all wet again. Gross! I went up stairs, turned on a light and changed my clothes hoping Erik would wake up. Well he didn't. Ready to walk out the door I walked over to his side of the bed. "Erik." I whispered. "Erik!" He opens his eye. "Hey, you should probably sit up. I think my water broke, we need to go to the hospital and get checked." Erik FLIES out of bed! Seriously he practically jumped over me! "Erik! I don't think you are really awake. I think you should sit down. I am not in labor!" It was just like a scene in a movie. He starts running around our room in complete panic. "Oh my gosh! What do we do? We are soooo not ready for this!" He puts on a t-shirt, takes it off and puts on another one. "I guess I will be rep'in the Y if the babies are born tonight!" as he puts on a BYU t-shirt. "Great! Let's go." He then changes his shirt two more times. "We don't even have a hospital bag packed! What are you going to take?" "Nothing, my purse. I don't even know for sure that it was my water that broke." I tell him as I am standing in one place with my purse. "Erik we need to go." I was starting to cramp and my third pair of pants were now wet. He was just kinda running around the house. It is actually pretty funny! </div>
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It was about 1 AM at this point. We get to the hospital in record time! I had to remind Erik to slow down a couple of times that I was not in labor. We pull into labor and delivery parking right by the front doors. Erik gets out of the car and heads to the hospital door .. without me. I get myself out of the car and start waddling after him. "Um Erik? Wait for me!" he explains that he doesn't know where we go so he is going to check things out. As we approach the security guard he points to the elevator and tells us to go to the 4th floor. Erik yells, "her water broke!" I think it was pretty obvious why we were there at 1AM. We get in the elevator and Erik pushes the 4th floor button like 30 times. </div>
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Pretty much since my last post, nearly three years ago, I have been thinking, "I should start blogging again." One day lead to the next and before I knew it three years has past. When I was pregnant with the twins I had a friend, who has twins, tell me that the first year with twins is a blur. She advised me to take a lot of pictures and write stuff down. The twins are 14 months old, we survived the first year and well she was right! The first year WAS a blur! Most of my memories come from my Instagram post. So that is my motivation to start blogging again. I want to remember and share! It will probably take me a while to update my header and bio but at least this is a start.<br />
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So how do you catch up three years worth of life? You don't! Trying to catch up is just too overwhelming. So I am just going to post on topic and/or stories.<br />
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Update: What am I doing now? Well let me tell you. 14 months ago I had girl/boy twins! Prim and Hagen were born nine weeks premature and spent 50 long days in the NICU. They are our miracle babies. I had NO idea how much I would change becoming a mom. I love them more than words can express. Total bonus that they are nearly perfect babies. A lot more post coming on that subject! After the twins were born I resigned as a high school assistant principal, becoming a full time stay at home mom. WoW! That was so much harder than I had anticipated -- more post on that topic coming as well. So when BYU asked me to supervise student teachers, which lead to teaching a class as an adjunct professor I said YES! It is a dream job! I absolutely love it. I teach two days a week. It is just enough to get me out of the house and to do something that I love .... teach! Wife, mom, teacher. That is my life right now. Raising twins and juggling life isn't always easy but it's worth it!A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-2914534629590660332014-12-29T23:06:00.000-08:002014-12-29T23:06:37.244-08:00Farewell to my 30'sIt is my birthday eve. I am saying good bye to my 30's as tomorrows birthday is the big 4.0.! I can hardly believe I am turning 40. I asked Erik if he could think of a way to just postpone my birthday for a little longer. I don't feel ready to be turning 40. In prepping myself for the inevitable I decided to reflect on my 30's by coming up with 30 accomplishments of my 30's (in no particular order).<br />
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1. Of course the biggest (and best) thing to happen in my 30's was getting married!<br />
2. Travel -- I did a lot of traveling in my 30's. Mediterranean, Caribbean, Baltic Sea ... just to name a few places.<br />
3. I went to and graduated school and earned my Masters in Educational Leadership and Administration<br />
4. I made a little career change (ha!) and became an Assistant Principal at a great school.<br />
5. I was teacher of the year -- nominated by students. It was one of the proudest moments of my teaching career.<br />
6. I figured out the cause of life long migraines! I had my heart fixed (PFO) and was given a nearly headache free life!<br />
7. I remodeled my townhouse (just in time to get married ... but it was exciting for the two months i lived in it).<br />
8. I bought a new car.<br />
9. I was named the 'Golden Child' of the school district. Really I was just given a scholarship of sorts for grad school.<br />
10. I ran 3 half marathons.<br />
11. I did my first triathlon.<br />
12. I road in my first bike race (tour de Tucson).<br />
13. I paid off my car.<br />
14. I swam Alcatraz (for the third time).<br />
15. Just two months into my 30's I bought my first home. <br />
15. I met Erik for the first time.<br />
16. I got scuba certified<br />
17. I hiked Timp<br />
18. I grew my hair out from pixie to half way down my back.<br />
19. I ran my first 5k. This race launched me into many other races.<br />
20. I took the GRE (it sucked!)<br />
21. One year I attended the temple once a week.<br />
22. I learned to can (bottle/preserve). I have done it every years since with my sisters.<br />
23. I improved my art (being an art teacher sure helped!).<br />
24. I made it through grad school debt free. <br />
25. I was in my first parade. BYU homecoming with my family<br />
26. I crossed a couple wonders of the world off my list. ie. Arches, Yosemite, Hagia Sophia<br />
27. Career accomplishments. Over the years I have had a lot of career accomplishments. Dep. chair, district arts coordinator, SWAP board member, just to name a couple. <br />
28. The last ten years have had a lot of first and trying new things. Like sailing<br />
29. My testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ has grown.<br />
30. Last but not least ... I learned that I can do really hard things. I learned to live life to the fullest. I learned to love my life. <br />
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I hope this list doesn't sound like I am bragging. It is more of a reflection of where I have been and where I want to go. I hope that my 40's bring me as much joy, growth and adventure as my 30's. A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-88850506802582678132014-09-08T14:59:00.000-07:002014-09-08T14:59:11.354-07:00Blast From The Past<div style="text-align: center;">
This whole trying to catch up thing isn't really working. So I am going to blast you with pictures from the last year and then move on! So hold on ... here we go!</div>
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Erik gets artsy!</div>
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My Mom turned 70!</div>
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Engagement picture</div>
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Honeymoon in Seattle</div>
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We took a day trip to Victoria</div>
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Chihuly museum</div>
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Fall in Provo Canyon</div>
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I took a little girls trip to Vegas while E was in Chicago</div>
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Traditions continue .. hot chocolate outing with Aunt Sari AND "Prince Erik"</div>
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Erik participates in his first art show. He did a great job!</div>
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Second honeymoon -- Hawaii </div>
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Christmas in Hawaii</div>
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Surfing in Hawaii</div>
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Choir tour to So. Cal with the high school</div>
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Thank goodness Jennie lives close by and could save me a couple of times.</div>
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Crowther's and JD met me for a day of Disneyland</div>
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I have such good friends!</div>
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Weekend trip to Moab</div>
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First time to Arches - so cool!</div>
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I chopped my hair (E was in China)</div>
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Race for Red</div>
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A very spontaneous trip to So. Cal to visit friends</div>
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Movie in the park</div>
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Sunday at the Ghetty</div>
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wish they lived closer</div>
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Jennie D. visits for the 4th of July</div>
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Morning bike ride and we were interviewed by the news!</div>
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Sundance full moon lift ride</div>
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My family went camping -- weird I know but it was dang fun!</div>
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Home improvement. Starting with a little color</div>
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Weekend trip to the Manti temple</div>
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Laura and E both take first in their age division </div>
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Just a little glance to the last year! It was a great year!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you want to hear our engagement story?</span> </div>
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Erik and I first started talking about getting married around the 4th of July. We had been dating about a month <span style="font-size: x-small;">(in round 2.5 anyway)</span> Erik was pretty adamant that I not start wedding planning or telling anyone until we were engaged ... officially! Well that wasn't really working for me. I knew that as soon as school started my life would be crazy. I also knew that we were not planning on a very long engagement so I wanted/needed to get started. I was pretty good at not doing much planning <span style="font-size: x-small;">(don't think I hadn't started pinning lots of wedding stuff on Pinterest)</span> but I wasn't so good at not telling people, that's a hard secret to keep! Let's be honest ... I was totally telling people. Erik is pretty traditional, so he insisted that he talk to my dad before we got engaged/make it official <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I totally love that about him).</span> </div>
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Erik had a work trip to Europe coming up. This was a perfect time for me to be planning so I was pushing him to make it official before he left. He promised me he would at least talk to my dad before he left but that I wasn't going to get my ring until he got home. Well isn't he sneaky! A couple days before he left he told me not to make plans on Friday night. We were going on a date. </div>
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My mom called me earlier that same week and told me that Erik had made an appointment to talk to my dad. Oops! I guess that was suppose to be a secret. I kinda messed that up too .... it was the 24th of July (a holiday in Utah) and Jennie and I planned a friend/family swim party BBQ for that night. Well that is the night he was coming to talk to my dad! He tried to be so sneaky and we let him think that he was. I totally knew the whole time that he was in the living room talking to my dad. </div>
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Friday night finally arrived. He had told me to bring my headlamp. What? Ok so we are going to dinner at Sundance and I need my headlamp? What am I suppose to wear? After asking him 100 questions he finally told me to just show up. He would take care of the rest. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(he loves that I ask lots of questions ... ok no he does not love that).</span> We had a lovely dinner on the patio at Sundance <span style="font-size: x-small;">(seriously the best salmon every!) </span>After dinner we drove up to the cabin and parked. He told me he wanted to take a walk. Well I totally new what was about to happen. So I told him I needed to run in and use the bathroom <span style="font-size: x-small;">(kinda true .. I always need to go).</span> I went up to the bathroom and started praying my guts out! I said something along the lines of, "Heavenly Father I know what he is about to do and I plan on saying yes. If that is not what I am suppose to say you have ten seconds to let me know!" I sat there for a few minutes and didn't hear anything back so I took that as a good sign. We decided to walk up to the meadow <span style="font-size: x-small;">(totally his plan -- round one of dating we had gone snowshoeing up there and it kinda stuck with him).</span> We walked up to the meadow and were just enjoying the surroundings. He turned to face me and called me my full name <span style="font-size: x-small;">(he never uses my full name .. ever!).</span> After that he said some amazing things <span style="font-size: x-small;">(sorry not sharing .. too personal).</span> Just trust me that they were so sweet! Then he got down on one knee and asked, "Will you marry me?" while he pulled a ring out of his pocket.</div>
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The ring! Let me give a little background on the ring. As long as I can remember whenever I visited my grandparents in California I would ask my grandma if I could try on her ring (this ring). It was not one she wore very often. The two middle diamonds were her mothers earrings and the side diamonds were her aunts. She had them made into this ring. I have always loved it. When she died my mom told me that she would save this ring for me. So when Erik and I first started talking about getting married I told him about the ring. I told him that it was up to him what he did with this information. We never looked at rings so I assumed he was going to use it. The rest of the proposal story goes like this: </div>
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He is down on one knee and pulling a ring out of his pocket. When I see the ring and realize that it isn't MY ring I blurt out, "What is that?" He doesn't say anything and goes to put it on my finger <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I was so shocked and distracted by this ring he was trying to put on my fingers).</span> Well it doesn't fit. It is too small. He starts going on about how sorry he is he thought it would fit. I take the ring from him and say, "I will make it fit!" I was not about to let this moment be ruined by the ring not fitting! So I cram that thing on my finger! He stands up and says, "Oh no! Can you get that off?" I say, "Why would I take it off?"<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (it was kinda ugly by the way ... so NOT me or what I wanted).</span> He then pulls out my real ring and says, "Because I brought a backup just in case." Haha! Well isn't he funny! Except now I have this fake ring stuck on my finger! I started licking my finger trying to get the thing off. It did come off eventually. He put my real ring on my red and swollen finger. But wait ... I had never answered his question<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (like I said I was very distracted)!</span> Erik said, "You never answered my question. Let's try this again." He got back down on his knee and asked me again. This time I said yes! After a little kissing and hugging <span style="font-size: x-small;">(well duh! We just got engaged!)</span> we headed back to the cabin. </div>
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It was so fun calling family and friends to tell them the news. The date was set <span style="font-size: x-small;">(after checking on BYU's football schedule)</span> for a short 9 weeks later. I could hardly believe this was happening! </div>
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And that is our story!</div>
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Erik invited me to go to his family reunion in Jackson Hole Wyoming. I guess he had never brought a girlfriend to the family reunion before so of course everyone thought this was a BIG deal. Little did they know that we had already talked about getting married and I even had the date in mind. </div>
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The drive to Jackson was beautiful. We had some serious storms. </div>
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I didn't realize that this was a bit of a test. A road trip is a good test. I guess I passed ... and so did he. </div>
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We had a great time. We hiked to the beautiful lake. E and I even swam to a rock out in the middle of the lake. We drove by the Tetons. Very cool! </div>
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We "camped" outside his sisters house. That is MY idea of camping. </div>
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Erik kept asking me if I was doing ok. I had to remind him that I have known and been friends with his sisters longer than I have known him. How great is it to marry into a family that you are already friends with! </div>
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What Erik didn't know was that the girls kept sneaking into the house and looking at wedding stuff on Pinterest. I don't think anyone was very surprised when we got engaged a couple weeks later. A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-35854090428394346562014-06-06T20:04:00.001-07:002014-06-06T20:04:37.700-07:00Dave and Stacy Get Married and My Summer Vacation<div style="text-align: center;">
In between finishing school and starting my new job I took a ten day trip to California (June 2013). My real reason for going was for Dave and Stacy's wedding (it is super awesome when friends marry each other!). I took advantage of my trip and had myself a little vacation. I totally think I deserved a little break (I had been working so hard!). Of course I planned the trip before Erik and I were dating. No worries, we talked every day!</div>
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I love both Dave and Stacy! I take A LOT of credit for them getting together. It was a great day!</div>
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You may recognize Stacy from my cruise pictures. That is how we became friends!</div>
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She was such a beautiful bride!</div>
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Weddings are soo fun! Look how much fun we are having. (totally posed)</div>
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We had a little time between the wedding and the reception so we headed over to Watts. Ya, Watts, Los Angeles! It was a little scary I won't lie. But seeing Watts Towers made it so worth it. If you are going to LA you should put this on your list. What a wacky place this is.</div>
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You know that Jennie Doezie is one of my favorite people. We spent lots of time at the beach and I loved it. </div>
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My last day there we went to Glen Ivy. It is pretty much one of my favorite places. (who doesn't love a day spa in So. Cal.?)</div>
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I drove back to Utah with Jennie. I don't love road trips .. but this one is ALWAYS fun with Jennie D. </div>
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It was a much needed break! It was a great way for me to decompress after a very stressful month! But I won't lie, I was excited to get home to see E. I totally missed him and I am pretty sure he missed me!</div>
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Two days later I started my new job. Not the summer breaks I am use to that's for sure!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> 20 YEARS! </b></span></div>
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Holy cow it has been 20 years! We really don't feel that old and I don't think we look that old! </div>
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We made a weekend of it and stayed in SLC. Our hotel was awesome! They gave us a suite, provided snacks, robes and hola hoops! (seriously, they did!) </div>
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My BFF came for the event! Of course she had to be there! </div>
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I won an award for having been the most places. I am so glad I could accomplish so much since high school! ha! </div>
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No explanation needed! It's just what we do!</div>
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We really haven't changed much in the last 20 years! We know how to have a good time late into the wee hours! Oh how I love these girls! What a great weekend we had!</div>
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*funny story: Of course I was texting Erik all weekend. We had been dating for about a month. Most of my friends didn't even know we had gotten back together. So much of the conversation was about him/us. On the way into the reunion a girl in the parking lot (we had been in the same ward growing up) said to me, "Sari we need to get you married!" It was a weird thing to say when you haven't seen someone in 20 years! So I text Erik and told him what she had said. Then I said, "Can I just wear a ring on my left hand?" Ummm ... I wasn't thinking so straight when I said that. It was pretty innocent. He text back, "wow! That is a loaded question. But I like the idea of it." It was the next day that we talked about getting married. A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-66403911069044534802014-05-13T10:19:00.000-07:002014-05-13T10:19:17.518-07:00Master of Educational Leadership <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the middle of my crazy life I had graduation. It was so fun! My mom and dad, Erik, Hun and Kim came to support me. I know I have said it before but I would never have made it through this program without my family and friends. I was not very fun for those two years. Yet everyone was still nice to be and very encouraging. So blessed!</div>
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It's official! I am a Master of Educational Leadership and Administration! </div>
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Look at my fancy hood! </div>
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WHAT!?! This diploma is fake! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(The real one had already come in the mail)</span></div>
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It is a good thing that Erik was not around for my two years of grad school. I am pretty sure this kiss would not have been happened! Like I said, I was not very fun! </div>
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Timing is everything! </div>
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Besties! </div>
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My Hun! </div>
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LPP Cohort 27</div>
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It was such a proud day! We did! </div>
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My family and future family had a celebration for me! Jennie did all the decorations. It was such a great day! </div>
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Thanks everyone! (again and again and again!)</div>
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Our wedding day was ... perfect! </div>
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It was dreamy and beautiful!</div>
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I could not have imagined a more perfect wedding!</div>
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Erik and I were married in the Mt. Timpanogos LDS Temple surrounded by our friends and family.</div>
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I am so grateful that we could be married for eternity.</div>
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We are both so lucky to have amazing parents! I am pretty sure they were thrilled/relieved for us! </div>
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I have always been lucky to have such great friends!</div>
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My Bestie and wedding planner. My blissful day would NEVER have had happened without her! Thank you is not enough for all she did!</div>
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"Worth the Wait" </div>
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It seemed like a fitting theme for our wedding.</div>
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Our reception was A-MAZ-ING! </div>
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No seriously it was amazing! I loved every detail and every second of it. I wish I could have slowed down time to soak it all in.</div>
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Wedding day pictures were done by Bry Cox. He is simply fantastic!<br />
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My pottery was used as the center pieces. So fun!<br />
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We were spoiled with all the gifts we received.<br />
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Chandeliers and stars were the decor.<br />
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It was such a perfect day!</div>
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE my dress. It was one of the few things that I really cared about and I was not disappointed. Oh I love it! </div>
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My veil was borrowed from my friend Ashley.</div>
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"First look" </div>
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Before he saw me in my dress for the first time I snatched a quick pinch.</div>
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Erik's sister, Steph, took our engagements and bridals. She is so talented ... to say the least!</div>
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Erik and his siblings </div>
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I love these pictures.</div>
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My family all did so much to help with this special day! </div>
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I am so grateful for their love and support! </div>
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I surprised E with his own BYU cake ... along with a ticket to the BYU vs Notredame game.</div>
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This is one of my favorite pictures. Don't we look like we could be in a magazine!</div>
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What a dream! </div>
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Oh how I love him!</div>
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Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! to all our friends and family!</div>
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Let me introduce you to Mrs. Sorenson. Yep! That's right ... in my blogging absence I was very busy getting married (oh and starting a new job, and moving and selling my house). It has been six months and I still can hardly believe it myself. What a whirlwind, dreamy, life changing year it has been! </div>
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So where do I begin? How about with a love story -- our love story ... in a nutshell. </div>
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Spring term had just started. I had six weeks left of school. I literally felt like I was holding on by a string and a prayer. </div>
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One Sunday afternoon (May 5 to be exact) I casually checked my email, not expecting to find much. What the heck! I had an email from Erik? What? (yes THAT Erik! Erik from three years ago!) Someone has to have hacked his email! (because that happens all the time! right?) The reason for my skepticism was that I had not heard from or seen Erik in almost two years. Nothing! (I had deleted him from my phone, FB ... everything!) The email was goofy and a little confusing. He acknowledged that this was out of the blue but wondered if I would like to go do something sometime. After a total freak out with Kim I responded to his email with "call me" I didn't know what else to say. After an awkward conversation (how do you sum up the last two years of your life over the phone?) the ice was broken. A few days later we went out. We hit a bucket of golf balls and then went to dinner. Within minutes of sitting down to eat I launched right into ... what are you doing?!? I laid it right out there that I really did not have time for this ... whatever this was. If he just wants to be friends great! Call me in July when I have finished school! I believe at one point I told him that he was going ruin my life, my new exciting life that I was about to have. I may have even told him to leave me alone (charming I know!). <br />
He did just that. He left me alone, for the most part anyway. I did my best to stay focused on school but was pretty bugged that he was actually leaving me alone after waltzing into my life. We text and talked a couple of times. At the end of the month I was starting to see the light at the end of the grad school tunnel so I text him. We made plans to go out to dinner before he headed out of the country for work. We met for Thai food, ran to Target to get him some stuff for his trip and took a peak at my new wood floors (yep .. I was still remodeling my house!) I returned to my car and I knew, DANG IT! I am going to marry him. Ugh! This is not my plan!</div>
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Things moved pretty quickly after that. </div>
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Three weeks later he proposed.</div>
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Two months later we were married!</div>
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(I wasn't joking when I said we moved fast!)</div>
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I DID IT! </div>
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I am DONE! </div>
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I have officially completed my masters degree in educational leadership and administration! </div>
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Let's take a look back over the last couple of weeks ... leading up to this moment. </div>
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Remember when Kim made me <a href="http://sariannec.blogspot.com/2013/01/motivation.html">this</a> paper chain? June 12 seemed <i>forever</i> away! </div>
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With TEN days to go I started a countdown. This was exciting stuff! </div>
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Those were a crazy ten days; papers to write, finishing my remodel, going to a administrators conference in Park City, Beck coming for a visit .... I certainly did finish this adventure with a bang! </div>
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Before I knew it <span style="font-size: x-small;">(even though it had been the longest 14 months of my life! One of those weird time things ya know!)</span> My time with these great people had come to an end. Such bitter sweet emotions. Going through grad school in a cohort is pretty great! I adore each one of these guys and gals. I can honestly say that we carried each other through this program. </div>
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I owe my making it through this program to these two girls <span style="font-size: x-small;">(no, for real!)</span> I would have <i>never </i>made it without them! I may be a little ... or a lot co-dependent on them now. I am not sure how I am going to make it through the day or week without a constant stream of text. But who says we have to! </div>
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While I am soooooo glad to be done with school and papers and homework, I am going to miss MCKB 319, wearing nice yoga pants and cream cheese and crackers!</div>
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I can honestly say that this has been the hardest year of my life. Don't ask me to explain why or how ... it just has. I can also say that I don't regret doing it because I have learned so much, not just book learning but about myself. One of the greatest things I learned in getting my masters degree is that I can do really hard things. Much harder than I ever thought! And I think that is a pretty great thing to learn! </div>
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Of course I owe a huge thank you to my friends and family that supported ... but mostly put up with me during the last 14 months. Ugh! I was not fun! But they loved me and encouraged me anyway. So thank you! </div>
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I AM DONE!</div>
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I am looking forward to having a life again, being fun again, and seeing what adventures await me!</div>
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"This Too Shall Pass" </div>
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I do love being an Aunt! </div>
A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-9825259764037537142013-05-29T15:56:00.000-07:002013-05-29T15:56:27.345-07:00Fast Furious 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Of course I loved it! </div>
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My favorite scene was the midair body slam, landing on a wrecked car! Amazing!</div>
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I would like to know how they never seem to bruise. I barely bump my leg and I get a bruise.</div>
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I sure wish we could warn Han to NOT go to Tokyo.</div>
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A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-76650400349451599172013-05-15T15:40:00.000-07:002013-05-15T15:40:15.624-07:00Grad School Burnout!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It's a Wednesday!</div>
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13 months later ... 12 hours of class .... we have a hit a new low!</div>
A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-7099357286072418392013-04-25T18:39:00.001-07:002013-04-25T18:40:30.708-07:00Lists<div style="text-align: center;">
I like lists. </div>
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I like crossing tasks off my lists. </div>
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I like looking at my lists. </div>
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Oh my this feels good! </div>
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It was a crazy semester! </div>
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A Little Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14652752875959142453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237661799667909582.post-30499694021531783992013-04-04T11:47:00.000-07:002013-04-04T11:47:21.129-07:00Tuition <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I just paid my last grad school tuition payment! </span></span></div>
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Yippee! Yahoo! Horay! </div>
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