tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91131309449628306182024-03-13T10:49:42.402-07:00Babies, Bloodhounds and Booze, Oh My!Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-66961523988773654572014-11-19T03:00:00.000-08:002014-11-19T03:00:10.912-08:00High Tech ToddlersiPad, Smart Phones, tv, Leapfrog, laptops, tablets, you name it, and my 19 month old toddler will figure out how to use it in less than 2 minutes. I have to hide my laptop because she will get on it and play. Even my cell phone has a lock code on it now because she was taking selfies and video calling people. I also have lots of texts to friends from her. She will be a pain when she's a teen with a phone.<br />
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I swear, they put microchips in the prenatal vitamins so that kids come out and can use the newest Apple products. Of course, I said I wanted to be a parent who didn't rely on technology to help my child "learn" until she was older. Who are we kidding? We need to stop lying to ourselves and admit how much we now rely on technology and the latest gadgets to entertain our kids. I am not ashamed of this. I'm very selective about what she is aloud to watch, what she plays and how much of it all she gets and when. <br />
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Lately, when cartoons get turned off, she freaks. Full blown fit with flailing limbs and screaming. So I decided it was time for a break from electronics for her. Get her back to playing with her Duplo Blocks and grocery store. <br />
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This day was different though. I am both disappointed and amused at this. We were at my parents playing and she was playing on her toy smartphone (they bought it of course). She puts it up above her head, poses, and says, "Cheee".
Pulls it down to look at "it" then raises it back up and says, "CHEEEEESE".
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In the meantime, I will try my best to keep her little and laugh at how silly she is. </div>
Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-20364238754704581952014-11-18T03:00:00.000-08:002014-11-18T08:22:56.832-08:00"Santa's Cookies" Plate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
If you read yesterday's post, then you know Audrey and I went crazy with the Christmas crafts this past weekend. My house is decorated but not like my friend. Her house looks like what you'd see in a magazine. It's amazing. </div>
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I thought it would be fun for Audrey to have a plate she made for Santa to hold his yummy treats. I had one when I was a tiny monster myself. It was so special I thought because Santa knew they were from me, the plate said so. We wanted to make sure Santa came back every year and what's the fastest way to a man's heart? Right! Through his stomach!</div>
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With her being so little still and not being able to write her name, I decided Mama would help her. I got my fine point brush and started off writing. I did all of the red first and let it dry for a few minutes before I added the green designs. When I was done, I set it in a cold oven and turned it on to 350 degrees. After I saw it had heated up, I set the timer for 30 minutes. Once the timer was off, I turned off the oven and cracked the door to let it cool down fully. After it was cool to the touch, I got my painter's tape and taped off what I had done.</div>
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Then I got out Audrey's paint brushes and the paint and let me go crazy. She had so much fun painting the plate. When she decided she was done, I took the paint off and repeated the process of baking it in the oven. I bake it to set it faster. You can let it sit to dry but it will take 21 days it says. <br>
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If you don't have acrylic paint or don't want to buy it, you can do the same thing with permanent markers. I used to use them but never got the same effect as I do with the paints. My favorite part, this is all washable. I put Audrey in paint clothes of course and watch her so she doesn't eat it or paint herself. Also, this stuff can be washed in a dishwasher, top rack.</div>
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I have decorated so much glassware with this for <a href="http://www.facebook.com/fabflares" target="_blank">Fab Flares by Audrey's Mom</a>. It is very easy to use and looks great. Ended up being a cheap and fun project for her and I to do together that we will use for many Christmas' to come.</div>
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Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-83691199445891872102014-11-17T03:00:00.000-08:002014-11-17T03:00:00.302-08:00Just Another Manic Monday<div style="text-align: center;">
Remember when the weekend was exciting and you looked forward to it all week? Yea, that was a long time ago for me. Long before I even had a kid. It's kind of depressing to think about now. We get so busy and we're rushing and rushing. We just need some slow down time. It has gotten so bad in our home that I have barely spent anytime with Jake in the past 2 months. So I decided it was time for a change. We were going to have alone time away from the child. And start up with some family time.</div>
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Don't get me wrong, I do love Audrey, but we all need a break from our children. It's not healthy to devote every second to them and it's not healthy for them. They may get a little mad but trust me, kids get over things pretty fast. These past 2 weeks have been the worst. Jake has had such a whacky schedule and Audrey and I were terribly sick. Thursday, Audrey was just a monster. Everything was no, she was mad at me for everything and just wanted her dad. So Jake took me out on the town for a very fun night. </div>
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We went to dinner at a restaurant on our bucket list, then went to a new bar for some drinks with some friends and home for a movie. It was so amazing to have an adult conversation with him and not worry about the kid. Cleared my head and helped me to relax. I even got dressed up, well dressed up for me. Which means I put on makeup and wore heeled boots. Hey, I was still one hot mama to him. </div>
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Friday, I decided was going to be a fun family day for us but Jake had to go help a buddy who had no heat, so I didn't mind. Audrey and I decorated for Christmas. Why not, I love Christmas and love the décor. Then we painted some pictures. </div>
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Audrey made her cookie plate for Santa and painted me a snowflake and a Christmas Countdown. While she made a huge mess, the fun we had was worth it. She made it the best day and then we made one of our favorite dinners for dad, sliders. Yum! </div>
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Saturday was fun. We spent the morning together and then caught up on Sons of Anarchy. Sunday is FOOTBALL! GO SEAHAWKS! Audrey and I also made some delicious sugar cookies. </div>
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We've all heard of moonshine and the old stories of bootlegging. I'm pretty sure most adults have seen a movie or two where they make it. There's even a show <u>on</u> Discovery Channel called "Moonshiners". But did you know how easy it is to make your own flavored liquor? It's actually pretty easy which is great since it's holiday season and we all need something to warm us up.</div>
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Now, we all know what apple pie is and that's what I am going to teach you how to make. This isn't your Gramma's Apple pie though. This is apple pie flavored liquor (yes, we're rednecks). I have seen people do it with Vodka but you truly need a flavorless alcohol to get the right taste. So we're using good ol' Everclear. If you know what Everclear is then you probably just cringed like I do. It's a grain alcohol that is illegal to sell/purchase in some states because the proof is so high. It's 95% alcohol, 190 proof. You know it's going to be strong when you see three separate warnings right on the front label.</div>
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<b>Making Cider</b><b>:</b> You can buy cider or apple juice to do this if you don't have the time or patience. I am making my own from the apples Jake picked me. You will want a tart apple. Rinse them off. To get the most flavor, slice them up. I have a large pot so I just filled as full as I could with apples. You will want at least 4 inches of water in the bottom of the pot. That took about 9 cups for me. Then take your cheesecloth and fold it up into a big square. Place two cinnamon sticks, cloves and all spice in it. Some will leak through on to your counter and that's alright. Roll it up and tie it shut with the twine. Then set it in with the apples. I wanted my cider to be dark and rich so I let it cook for an hour on medium low heat with the lid on. I didn't stir it either. Once it has cooked and your apples are soft, very carefully strain the liquid into another bowl. Don't press the apples or it will get pulp like applesauce.</div>
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<strong>Apple Pie Moonshine: </strong>I am the type of home cook who hates measuring. So for me, this was easy to do. Pour in the apple juice to the pot. Then fill up the same container with the cider and now you know you will have equal parts. SIMPLE. Next, add your full bottle of liquor. Take a swig first if you'd like. I won't tell. If you still have the cheesecloth full of spices, toss it back in, or start a new one if needed. Turn the heat on low and let it heat through. This will help blend and infuse all of the flavors together. After an hour, taste it and see what more it needs. It's hard for me to suggest what it may need because cider and apple juices all vary so much. Feel free to check it as much as needed. Once it tastes like you bit into a fresh apple pie, you know it's done. </div>
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<p dir="ltr">I can wipe a nasty butt any day, in fact, I have been lately. My little bug has come down with a bug. She has a phlehmy cough and she's practically lost her adorable voice. Like most people, appetite is an issue for her when she's sick. I pump her full of Powerade but have struggled to get her food. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today she had terrible diarrhea. So bad, it stunk up the whole section of the pizza place we were at. I leaned across to my dad and asked him if he had just farted, he said no. I lean over to Audrey and bam, got punched hard in the face by the smell. A smell that you would think came straight from Hell! I ran her to the car and got her changed. Even worse, had to leave the diaper in my car for a bit because there was no where to dispose of it. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">Audrey loves applesauce which is great since I just made about a dozen pints. Sprinkle a little cinnamon on it and she eats the whole bowl. Easy on the stomach and it helps with hydration. Once she started perking up again, it was time for some more filling substance. So we made up some tuna and mayo then served it on saltines. She devoured it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Soup is not very easy to feed her just yet. But I do like to make up some chicken broth with garlic in it for her and a grilled cheese sandwich. Makes it go down easier. And of course, everything either gets Powerade or some orange juice with it for extra vitamin c and hydration. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Most importantly, play it by ear. Your little one will give you queues. Don't forget the cuddles of course and if it gets bad enough, call your child's pediatrician. </p>
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Suddenly, I get this pressure in my chest. Ouch, now it's getting extremely sharp. Slowly, it starts moving it's way up into my neck. I go in my room and lie down next to Audrey, who is watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, give her kisses and say, "Remember how you figured out how to call 911 on mom's phone? If I die, you need to do that. Mama loves you more than anything baby. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."</div>
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I wanted to remind you to be safe and tell your kids the rules. I got the help of one of Audrey's favorite characters for this. Take it away Doc McStuffins.</div>
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<p dir="ltr">I love Yellow Tail brand. It is very reasonable in price and absolutely delicious. I get mine from Safeway and Total Wine. It's usually around $6 a bottle. I had being seeing reviews and posts online about their newest wine. Finally, I made the plunge and am glad I did. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Let's give a big round of applause to <b>Big Bold Red</b>. She is big in love, bold in flavor and the sexiest redhead I have ever met (sorry, Jessica Rabbit). On the label, it states that it has raspberry and strawberry flavors in it with spice. Well, you won't miss the spice. I'm having a hard time defining the berry taste to anything specific. The berries do help the spice from being too overpowering though.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I think of spiced drinks, I think of the holidays. This wine would be great as a holiday get together drink. It does say to pair it with a nice steak and yes, it is perfect with steak. Mmm, now I think I need to make steak for dinner. Not that I need an excuse to drink.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I think if you're looking for a fun and wild red wine, this is a great choice. Hope you enjoy it as much as I have. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">Alright, on to the real issue here. When I was pregnant, my mother in law bought Audrey a cute little Minnie Mouse costume. I was going to use it this year for her costume because I was sure it was size 18 month. I went and get it out of the tub and instant hand to face. It is 6-12 month. So now I am scrambling to find an outfit to put her in. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I decided to call upon my blogging tribe for help. Lisa of www.lisakerr.net said to throw on cat ears and put her in clothes and jeans to match. Genius and super frugal. Ashley of www.smashleyashley.com suggested dressing her up like a gangsta baby with a bandana, simple and hilarious. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It all got me thinking about last minute ideas. I was seeing posts about kids who have already outgrown their costumes and now parents are struggling. So I came up with some ideas to help you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Audrey has a Wonder Woman onesie and her skirt from the 4th of July, I could get her a gold crown and make simple gold cuffs and tada, she becomes Wonder Woman. We also have this adorable headband with a little witch hat on it. I could whip up a tutu and throw on a shirt and she could be the cutest little witch.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My friend was fortunate enough to find a Sully and pink poodle costume for her kids and got them for only $4 each. She was at Spokane Liquidations and they were $19.99 but they also had 80% off coupons she used. What!? Crazy! She's excited because they will be fun for dress up later.</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you're a sports fan, then why not dress them up like one too? Hockey players, football cheerleader or even a little baseball player.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There are so many ideas you can do. Pinterest.com will be an amazing site! What did you dress up your little munchkin as? </p>
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Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-77331130446638592652014-10-24T04:58:00.001-07:002014-10-24T04:58:11.835-07:00Mama's Apple Sauce<p dir="ltr">Oh me oh my, I can't catch my breath! I have been a busy little bee around here. Orders have been coming in like crazy for the business. I have had a sick family (gross, hate when they're sick). Got invited to attend a big event as a vendor this weekend. Oh and I made applesauce. What? How did I handle it all? Elementary my dear, Watson. Okay, that's a lie. Wine and Sophia the First helped me, plus Jake was home in the morning this week. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Mmmm, back to the applesauce. Audrey loves it. She would eat it with every meal if we let her. When Jake was out hunting the family property, he picked me a bunch of apples. I agreed to make applesauce but was terrified at how hard it would be. Ha, it's so easy to do. Let me tell you about mama's applesauce. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't peel the skin, gets the nutrients out. Just core it and make slices. Takes about 24 medium sized apples to make 6 pints. Once cut up, put them in a very large pot with 2 cups of water, heat to boiling covered and then turn down to a simmer. Stir frequently. It takes between 25-35 minutes to get them all soft. Now here is the exhausting part. To save time and get the most out of your apples, use a food mill and add a little at a time. It will leave the peels in the mill as you crank so every once in a while you will need to empty it. Do be careful because it is all very hot. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Once you have put them all in the mill, you will see applesauce in the bowl. Place that in the pot again and add between 3/4 cup to 1.5 cups of sugar and heat to boiling. Sugar amount is dependent on the type of apples you used and taste preferences. We used tart apples so I added a cup. As it's heating up to a boil, make sure you are stirring it so the sugar melts and it doesn't burn. Once boiling, you're done. You have applesauce. Now canning it is a whole different game we will get into later. But enjoy it once cooled of course. </p>
<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Think, how long have you been in a relationship? Not just the married years but from day 1 of meeting your SO. What was it that first caught your eye to them? Did either of you play hard to get or was it just like a magnet to the fridge attraction? How soon did you feel the sparks? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now jump ahead to now. What is it that causes you to still be so in love after all of this time? Is it the way they laugh at your cheesy jokes? The fact that they still flirt with you? Do you ever just look at them and smile for nothing? Have you started to appreciate their obnoxious habits? </p>
<p dir="ltr">In every relationship, there comes a time where we think we're about to break and contemplate the end of it. Work, money, having kids, family events, a multitude of things can create this. Here is the thing though, true love will bring you back from that and remind you of the good. We all fight. If you say you've never fought with your SO, then you're not in an honest relationship. There are a lot of things that can make you fight and the worst part of fighting... we start to feel like we aren't loved like they used to. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I know I have been there a few times and I know that I have made him feel that way. I hate it. When I feel that way, I make myself sick. I question everything about myself from my physical appearance to my personality, the things I do and the things I don't do. I start questioning him and if fidelity will ever become an issue for either of us. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My parents have been great role models for me about how to handle everything that comes up in a relationship. I can talk to them about anything I know, just choose not to ask them on things pertaining to our sex life (for obvious awkward reasons). But here is the thing, if you don't feel like your partner is sexually attracted to you it will affect how you act everyday. It is a blow to your confidence. You are less affectionate and start to say I love you less. When we're fighting, I don't want to be near him let alone sleep next to him snoring. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You need to show your SO that you love them. Show them that they are important to you. My parents still gross me out with how much they love each other. They kiss and cuddle up in their giant bean bag while watching their shows. Go, pat her butt when she walks past. Whistle when he bends over and gets a plumbers crack. Don't ever let them begin to think that you don't feel like you used to. I show Jake by meeting him at the door when he gets home with a kiss. When I walk past him I will kiss his forehead. I do little things that I think make him happy. One of the biggest reasons people cheat is their needs aren't being met at home. It starts with emotions and can lead to sex. Never let that happen. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Go on a date. Rent a movie. Cook dinner together. Play a card game. Find something that you can do together and start from there.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Remember, someone loves you. </p>
<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*</p>
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<p dir="ltr">But that's not all I'm scared of. I'm also scared of failure. Aren't most of us scared of that? Why? What is it that is so scary? Nothing honestly. Why? Because you can always change the course yourself! Sometimes failure can be a good thing. Fail at a relationship? Good, learn from it, maybe it wasn't a healthy one in the first place. Lose your job? You can always find another job if you look. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was so scared to start my blog back up after it failed. Luckily, I had a group of amazing women who pushed me back into the saddle and made me try again. Now it is booming with readers. When I started <a href="http://Www.facebook.com/fabflares">Fab Flares by Audrey's Mom</a> I stressed out about never making a sale. I began selling at a farmer's market and didn't make anything. I was mad that I failed. After licking my wounds, I started doing some research. I found new ways to market myself. Tweaked my products and added new stuff. It has been 2 months since that happened. Sales are great. I have been getting custom orders and been busy.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I channeled my fears and used them for success. I made them work for me. This is advice you can use in everyday life. Channel fears of parenting and use them for good. Become super parent instead of scared parent.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Stay strong and laugh in the face of fear!</p>
<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*</p>
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This is a very hard subject for me to speak about. I still tear up and will cry in private. On this day, in 2011, I woke up like it was any other day, got ready for my job, threw on my scrubs and headed to the office with my giant coffee and snacks. I was 8 weeks pregnant and 1 day. I had just announced my pregnancy to family and friends the day before. I was exhausted from all of the emotions of it and of course, creating a human in my belly. Work was going fine, helping people get their backs adjusted and feel better until suddenly, I got a terribly sharp pain in my lower abdomen. It kept coming back very fast and was buckling me over. I ran to the bathroom thinking I was going to lose my breakfast. I decided that like every other pregnant woman, it had been 20 minutes and I had to go pee again. When I did, I noticed an unsettling amount of blood. I went to tell my boss and she told me to call my doctor. <br>
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So I called Jake and he rushed home from work to meet me. As we headed to the doctors office I began to realize what was most likely happening. I was having a miscarriage. No, this can't be. I don't smoke or do drugs and I haven't been drinking. I've been very healthy, exercising, eating well and taking my vitamins. They called us back to get an ultrasound and when we didn't see anything on the monitor we both knew it was true but still weren't saying anything to one another. They took us back to an exam room to see our OB. She walked in the room and you could see the words written across her face. I held my breath and clenched Jake's hand very tight. She did an exam to confirm the ultrasound. <br>
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<a class="iol_imc" href="https://www.blogger.com/null" idx="32" style="clear: right; float: right; height: 133px; left: 319px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; top: 0px; visibility: visible; width: 221px;"><img class="mainImage" height="189" src="http://phemelo.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/baby-angel.jpg" style="background-color: white;" width="200"></a>Dr. M stood up, cleaned her self and came over close to me. She said, "Alyssa, Jake, I hate that I have to tell you this but the baby has passed." She leaned in and hugged us both and started praying over us. Once I stopped hyperventilating, she began to tell us what would happen now as I finished the miscarriage. She explained both the physical and emotional pain that will be involved. I will feel pregnant for a week or two after as the hormones leave my body. After she consoled us for a while and cried herself, she left us to have some alone time. <br>
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We left and called my dad and told him and then Jake called and told his mom, so they could relay what happened for us. I didn't need to deal with the pity. I was angry. Fuming and red in the face. I hated myself, Jake, God, all of our doctors and nurses, family and the world. I thought it wasn't fair that I have two friends who are healthy and pregnant right now and I lost my baby. I was the one who wanted to have a baby and be the mom. Why did this have to happen to me? <br>
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It took me a bit to not cry every day but I got there. It was almost 2 weeks after and I was at my cousin's birthday party. Suddenly, I had felt like I had wet myself. So I went to the bathroom to check and what the hell!!! I'm bleeding like a horror movie! It's Saturday so none of the doctors are in the office. I call the on call doctor and he tells me I need to get into the ER and he will meet me there. My mother in law takes me down and comes to find out, that my body was having the miscarriage all over again. I was still producing an insane amount of pregnancy hormones and so my body stopped the miscarriage. Once it realized the baby was gone, it started all over again. So they had me come back on Monday, and wouldn't ya know, still happening. They decided for health reasons, they need to schedule me for a D&C, dilation and curettage. Having anything left over after the loss or end of a pregnancy can cause serious health issues and even cause cancer. I wasn't crying and was actually being really brave. My anger was now only directed at myself and God. I had the procedure and was very loopy. When I fully came to, I lost it. Bawling hysterically and very upset. The nurse asked if I was in any pain and I told her just sore but I was crying because I had just realized I had nothing left of my baby. I never had an ultrasound, never heard a heart beat. Just the sight of a positive pregnancy tests and the memories of Jake kissing my bloated tummy.<br>
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Jake and I have been blessed by the Lord again, because we have Audrey. She's healthy, so beautiful and absolutely perfect. God gave us sticky baby dust and said here, get fat and have stretch marks. This is one of the biggest reasons I am not embarrassed of my stretch marks. They are proof of the battles I have fought in order to achieve my dream of being a mom. <div><br></div><div>Don't give up!</div><div><br></div><div>*Alyssa*</div>Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-62613296397087170092014-10-13T07:00:00.000-07:002014-10-13T07:00:02.081-07:00Oh My Monday! Love me some FOOTBALL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-31538176178301144382014-10-10T12:44:00.001-07:002014-10-10T12:44:47.918-07:00Going pro!!!<p dir="ltr">"I probably won't get read by anyone. This will just be for me. I should use every foul word each time I write just because I can!"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Those are just a couple of the things that I said when I decided to start a blog. I honestly never thought it would have this much success. It has been a whirlwind success! I owe it all to you,  my readers. It is amazing how much love I feel. I don't use every foul word because my mom is reading this and I really don't need a lecture on how I have a potty mouth, I already know it exists. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Yesterday I spoke about how important it is with any business to network and I need to reiterate that. It is extremely important! Your best marketing will be referrals. We always hear the bad on the news but who do we hear the good from? Friends and family. If someone truly loves something,  you're going to hear about it. I will always rave about a delicious cookie. I believe in honest reviews. I've received a lot of constructive criticism since I started my blog. I listened and took it all in to consideration. I have tweaked and revised posts many times before I hit publish and sometimes even after. I'm my worst critic. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A few months ago, my friend Joanna at <a href="http://www.motherhoodandmerlot.com">Motherhood and Merlot</a>, teamed up with Lauren at <a href="http://www.twintestedpinapproved.blogspot.com">Twin Tested, Pin Approved</a> to start our blogging tribe. We have women from all walks of life who have been writing for different amounts of time. It has been the best resource for all of my questions and concerns. We are all so supportive of one another in everything we do. There were times I was about to shut down my blog because I just couldn't take that it wasn't going anywhere but they pulled me away from that. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I wrote this post about getting back my confidence after having my daughter and a few of the members shared it. That's what I needed. They were so moved by my honesty and knew so many other women needed to read it. Emails began pouring in about how much it helped other women and my page views sky rocketed! It was amazing to watch. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Success should not be determined by comparison to others but by your own opinion of yourself. I know most people don't think getting a hundred plus page views per day is success but for me in this stage, it's absolutely huge! I love getting texts from friends and family saying they loved today's post. Believe or not but I am really a private person, even in my own family. So to share what I do about my life can be really challenging at times. Honesty is what I believe brings so many of you back. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have finally made the leap to having a self hosted blog. I am working on writing professionally some day. So in the meantime, I will do my best to keep the laughs rolling and the crazy glass full.</p>
<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*</p>
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I just met another crafter a few nights ago. She's so great at what she does. Her company makes the cutest little headbands and my favorite part is she has Seahawks themed headbands! Only, she is so new to this and has no clue how to find business. Here little birdy, let me take you under my wing and help you. When I started, there was no one around who would help me. It was all so hush hush. People had the mentality that if they did all the work then why should they share the secrets? I didn't understand that. There is plenty of business to go around for everyone. This is why I was more than happy to share my secrets with others.<br />
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She was so surprised by the things I was telling her. She didn't realize about PayPal invoicing to hide her privacy or that there were so many free ways to market. If you get a minute, stop by her Facebook page and show her some love <a href="http://www.facebook.com/maceysclosetwa" target="_blank">Macey's Closet</a>. We have teamed up for a fun little giveaway coming next week on the blog to help her gain exposure and gain more business.<br />
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One of the best ways to network is to just be friendly with other businesses. Like their Facebook pages and participate in conversations. Tweet with them. Love their Instagram photos. More often than not, these companies will return the love. There are also plenty of linkup parties online too. Just search business on Facebook and you will be shocked at how many resources you can find. It does take time to grow but the best companies have been around for a long time because they were patient!<br />
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Don't give up!<br />
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*Alyssa*Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-70183752849545192014-10-06T07:00:00.000-07:002014-10-06T07:00:04.211-07:00Oh My Monday: Let him have an affair...<div dir="ltr">
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We all know the term bromance but as women, do we truly know it's meaning? No, we don't. We never will. We should not either. You're probably asking me why the hell not? Why should we? Men don't understand the relationship we have with our bff's. It is called "bro"mance for a reason. It's guy love between two guys (not talking about the physically intimate). I used to get jealous of Jake and his best friend. They've been together since they were 2 years old. The fact that he felt comfortable talking about certain things with him but not me really hurt me. I felt as if he didn't trust me or even really care about me the same way I did. It was ridiculous. Shouldn't he be coming to me with his problems? NO! Listen ladies, we think we want to hear it all but then when we do we get upset! I'm not saying it's every single woman or every single time but yea, we just don't like it. We are made different than them. We think different than men. That's ok. It's good for us and for them. </div>
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Take a moment and think about this, what is something you talk about with your best friend but would never talk about with your man? Yea, my best friend is reading this and dying laughing because she and I both know what that one thing is because we talk about it almost daily. It's something that I can't talk about with Jake with out giggling like a little girl and blushing. With her, we laugh and say sorry, dude that seriously sucks. Just because he asked you what you did today, doesn't mean he wants to hear the extreme primping and pruning you did. That's left for our girlfriends. You don't want to hear him talk about scratching himself or how he almost suffocated from his own gas. No, that's not our thing. I don't care if you think you're "one of the guys" because you never will be because you're a woman. I get along great with all of Jake's friends. His best friend is a great friend of mine. I love the guy and his little family. I've hung out with the guy with out Jake before because, yea we are friends. I've known him as long as I've known Jake and he's been there for me so many times but I will never have the relationship with him that he has with Jake. </div>
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After almost ten years, I don't care if he says, "Hey, Dickie and I are going to go grab a beer." My answer is, cool have fun. They need to get out of the house and talk with them. If we get to complain about them to our girlfriends then they get to complain about us to their buddies. Want a great relationship with him? Then stop getting mad when he wants a night with his buddies. If he dedicates most of his time to you then he deserves a night with the guys. If he comes home and crawls in bed and gets all lovey, be grateful. It means he's proud of you. He probably brags about you to his buddies. Now go give him a smooch and tell him to go get his buddies together for some beers. You'll thank me late.<br />
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Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-45056857947770907292014-09-30T09:29:00.000-07:002014-10-07T08:15:14.271-07:00Toddler Tuesday: Keeping them busy when you're busy<p dir="ltr">Toddlers love to help us. They like feeling like big kids. Although, Audrey is only 18 months, she still has chores she does but to her, they're just games. She helps me load and unload the dishwasher. We fold laundry together. She loves doing laundry (makes one of us). I hand her dirty clothes and she throws them in the washing machine and then helps me swap them to the dryer. Audrey also knows how to pick up her toys and put them away, when she wants to. It's nice having her want to help right now. There are times though, that I really don't want her help with things and have to distract her. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We got a big shipping box in and I had so much to do. I just needed it done and didn't want her in the way so I grabbed the box and stripped off her clothes and tossed her in. Popped the lids off of some markers, gave them to her and let her make some art. She had a blast. Little fit even when it was time to get out. That box was gorgeous. She colored it and made me it her own art. The best part was how proud she was of it all. She kept showing it to me and smiling.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am trying to avoid using the tv as a distraction/baby sitter but yea, it's convenient at moments. It does get hard to deal because she is so used to doing everything with me. Once in a while I have to take her to my parent's house for 2 or 3 hours so I can get some stuff done. Don't beat yourself up because you can't sit down right this second with them. Yes, chores can wait but when you have no clean dishes or undies, it can't. Try and find ways to get your little ones to help. Remember Mary Poppins, one of my favorite movies, she made it a game. I've tried snapping plenty of times, still doesn't work. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*<br><br><br><br></p>
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<p dir="ltr">Being a business owner means that you have to sell your self! You are your product. I don't mean that in a "Hey, check out the goods *flashes privates*" way. I mean it as in, your heart and soul. Your passion. Your life! No matter what the business type is, if you are truly proud then it will reflect. I have been around so many great business men and women in my life and learned a lot of the good, the bad and the ugly. It is a political war in itself at times. I don't say this to detour you from doing it but to prepare you. </p>
<p dir="ltr">One of the best pieces of advice I have been given is always be ready to give a business bio at any time. When someone asks me what I do for a living I explain that my main job is being a sahm but on the side I blog and <u>run</u> Fab Flares by Audrey's Mom which is my custom crafts business. It's neat how people are excitedly surprised by all of that. Yea, I'm busy. I love it though. It shows in all I do. Always have some business cards on your person. I keep a stack in my bag because I want that next sale.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Something that has really helped me is having photos of my products on my phone. I can show them my stuff and then they can look at it more detailed online. Reel them in! Even if i don't have a back order at the moment, I always act like I do. Not only will it make you more appealing to a potential customer but it will help your confidence. Extreme confidence will shine through. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Make sure you are proud and always show it. Now go strut your stuff and make some sales.</p>
<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*</p>
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<p dir="ltr">There are so many posts and articles on how to travel with a toddler. Let me break it down for you parents, it's not that glamorous! While Audrey is mostly a well behaved child, it still was not entirely fun. She did have some fits and I did argue with her. Honestly, I don't think it would have been as easy to have drove if my parent's didn't have their new car with the tv in it. Thank God for the DVD player. Oh and the snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. The worst part for me was being car sick the entire time. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As we get older, we're used to sitting for long periods of time. Not a tiny toddler. We stopped as much as possible and walked around. She would fuss and squirm trying to get out of her car seat. I was trying very hard to keep her comfortable. We had lots of toys, her baby doll, books and a mini karaoke machine. We made silly faces at each other and sang. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have not been on a plane with her yet and am not looking forward to it when it does happen. Although, I will do everything again to make her comfortable and enjoy it.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*<br>
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<p dir="ltr">I guess it's time to come back to reality. It was an odd weekend for me. Went to a funeral across state for my biological grandfather. I didn't have a relationship with him so I didn't know how to feel about it all. Saturday night, I called Jake, to talk to him. He reminded me of something important. I can't be mad over it. At the memorial,  his friends told stories about him. They talked about all of the things he did for them. I should be happy about this not mad. Being mad is selfish. </p>
<p dir="ltr">After I went to bed that night, I lied in my hotel room  cuddling Audrey. I was thinking about everything I have. It may not seem like a lot to others but it's a lot to me. I have a man who loves me unconditionally, a beautiful and healthy little girl, and a silly dog who is always excited to see me. My parents have always been supportive of me and given me so much more than I deserved. I have some of the funnest Aunts and Uncles and cousins who I still hang out with like best friends to this day. Grandparents who love to still spoil me and fed me ice cream for breakfast more times than not. Those are true blessings.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hell, I am extremely spoiled. Jake bought me a house and has worked his ass off the past 7 years with it to update it for us. I know I complain about it but I just get annoyed with the updates it needs still and the neighbors. If you were to see it for the first time,  you'd know instantly that it's a home. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We always want more. We've become greedy. It's OK to want more but make sure it's something that will make you wealthy in your soul not your pocket book. Just like the fact that I want a bigger SUV but don't need one. And that's ok. I also want another child but don't know if I will have anymore and I am so happy to have Audrey. My health issues aren't her fault and I will always love her. She is more than enough for our family. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So buck up and stop having a pity party for what you don't have. Stop trying to keep up with the Jones'. You can't take it when you go and you don't want to raise greedy and selfish children. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Count your blessings. Right them down so you are always reminded. And says your prayers and brush your teeth because God and germs are everywhere. </p>
<p dir="ltr">*Alyssa*</p>
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<strong>How do you eat all of those cupcakes and not weigh 300 pounds?</strong><br />
Hands down, this is the question I am asked the most often and I actually think the answer is pretty simple. I average close to 1 cupcake a week but that’s really my only indulgence. Outside of that one cupcake I eat a pretty clean diet and I love running so I think that’s why I don’t weigh 300 pounds.<a href="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/B-Candy-Cupcakes.jpg" rel="prettyPhoto"> <span class="pibfi_pinterest "><img alt="B Candy Cupcakes | Girl on the Move Blog" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-3074" height="620" src="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/B-Candy-Cupcakes-1024x1024.jpg" width="620" /><span class="xc_pin"></span> </span> </a><br />
<strong>Do you have a favorite cupcake shop?</strong><br />
I’d have to really stop and think about this one! I think I’ve been to about 75 cupcake shops across the country so it’s difficult to pick a favorite. But…<br />
<a href="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/2014/04/23/cupcake-adventures-sweet-and-saucy-refresh/" target="_blank" title="Cupcake Adventures – Sweet and Saucy {Refresh!}"><strong>Sweet and Saucy</strong></a> is where everything started so they’ll always hold a special place in my heart. I also love the concept behind <a href="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/2014/07/22/church-of-cupcakes/" target="_blank" title="Cupcake Adventures – Church of Cupcakes"><strong>Church of Cupcakes</strong></a> in Denver so they’re pretty high on my list. And <a href="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/2012/08/02/brown-betty-dessert-boutique/" target="_blank" title="Brown Betty Dessert Boutique"><strong>Brown Betty Dessert Boutique</strong></a> in Philadelphia is just downright delicious!<br />
And if you want to check out the other cupcake shops I’ve been visited, head over to the <a href="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/gotm-travel-guide/" target="_blank" title="GOTM Travel Guide"><strong>GOTM Travel Guide</strong></a> and search for a cupcake shop near you!<br />
<strong>What is the cupcake trifecta?</strong><br />
In my opinion there are three things that make a cupcake perfect…<br />
-The cake part is moist<br />
-The frosting isn’t too sweet<br />
-There is a balanced ratio of cake to frosting…too much or too little frosting just doesn’t do it for me!<br />
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<strong>How do you find new cupcake shops to try?</strong><br />
Lots of ways! I get lots of referrals from people, I’ll come across cupcake shops that others mention in their social media posts and sometimes if I am traveling I will simply google “cupcake shops in <em>fill in the name of the city where I am traveling”</em><br />
<strong>Will you come try our cupcakes?</strong><br />
I’d absolutely love to come and try your cupcakes! If your cupcake shop fits in with my upcoming travel plans I would be happy to come and check it out! You can get my contact information on my Contact page so we can get in touch!<a href="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Mountain-Cupcakes-e1407273146975.jpg" rel="prettyPhoto"> <span class="pibfi_pinterest "><img alt="Mountain Cupcakes | Girl on the Move Blog" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-3466" height="826" src="http://www.girlonthemoveblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Mountain-Cupcakes-e1407273146975-768x1024.jpg" width="620" /><span class="xc_pin"></span> </span> </a><br />
<strong>Do you ever have cupcakes that you don’t like?</strong><br />
Rarely. But I’ll be honest, it happens. There has only been one cupcake shop I regret blogging about because the cupcakes weren’t really that good and I struggled with what to say. But I was committed, so I wrote the post anyways. And there have two or three times when I’ve had a cupcake and not blogged about it because I didn’t like it. But hey, 3 out of 75 isn’t bad!<br />
<strong>What is your favorite flavor of cupcake?</strong><br />
I am a sucker for anything with salted caramel. And I also just love a traditional vanilla cupcake with buttercream frosting. Oh, and cream cheese frosting…that’ll get me every time!<br />
<strong>So I’d love to hear from you…where should I visit next? And what other cupcake questions do you have?</strong><br />
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Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-26017935287334777012014-09-18T07:00:00.000-07:002014-09-18T07:00:01.094-07:00Trial and Error of New Products: Painting Faux Pumpkins <div style="text-align: center;">
As a business owner, I follow a lot of other business pages. Not only is a great way to network but you also can see what's selling and for how much. I enjoy seeing other people's failures, not because I'm cruel but because it shows they have a real passion for what they are doing. They are willing to keep working until they get it just right. I don't like to fail but I know it's going to happen. So I've made sure that when I have a new idea for something, I should practice it. </div>
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With the season turning into Autumn, I thought it would be a great idea to get some items in that theme for the shop. So I bought Audrey and I some "testers" to play with. We have these small faux pumpkins from Dollar Tree that are "carvable". I'm not vey good at carving a real pumpkin so I was very hesitant with some Styrofoam pumpkin. So obviously my next thought was to decorate them. I've been seeing such fun things online about decorating pumpkins with paints, glue, and my favorite, <strong><u>GLITTER!</u></strong> </div>
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I tested out a jack-o-lantern style pumpkin. I'm going to have my nephew try it out. </div>
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As you can see, it's not as tall as a soda can. Perfect for small hands. You can't see it in the photo but I made marks on the pumpkin as my outline. </div>
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Then I painted in the areas I outlined with black paint. I used my acrylic enamel this time but if you are doing it with a child, then you will want to use Tempera. It's a non-toxic paint that washes off of everything, including clothes. I didn't like how light the stem was so I went over it with a darker brown paint.</div>
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I think it turned out pretty cute and I have a feeling my nephew is going to love it.</div>
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I can't wait to make more and show them to you.</div>
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Red Hound Media Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01755902417551929013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113130944962830618.post-11893223023573851612014-09-16T07:00:00.000-07:002014-09-16T07:00:03.819-07:00Toddler Tuesday: Handling Life's Boo Boo'sMe: "Audrey, come here, you need to get clean panties on!"<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLu5qlJFo_mrXuSgST21iod8352QzELQ_N3s_blmeCZ1kAYK3TNklqyNC_3y13NtpLPpwWG4Gz-x9yFnsauQaR43vnTKrbV1CfyqoDaILi3CABq-XztOGnEQkDSxukpIZvwST2oL2ByY/s1600/audrey+cut+eye+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLu5qlJFo_mrXuSgST21iod8352QzELQ_N3s_blmeCZ1kAYK3TNklqyNC_3y13NtpLPpwWG4Gz-x9yFnsauQaR43vnTKrbV1CfyqoDaILi3CABq-XztOGnEQkDSxukpIZvwST2oL2ByY/s1600/audrey+cut+eye+2.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a>Audrey: Running around her table and giggling... Slams face into corner of chair and starts screaming.<br />
Meemaw: Grabs screaming child and tries to console her and sees a cut eye, bleeding.<br />
Me: Stomach sinks to butt and trying to not cry or scream because I feel so bad for my baby.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZZl8f5IH_WbqnuFwivbinof7sS2sy0Jj5CARf1rZSVqUDyPSfpidUiAo1RBVddXbiJ-Vf3ZzZzLneY5sntu2cm2RITRH9JnLpbnHLtQFSpvjsorwaBqQcHz0y4wxBKr5lCWCrmbHE2c/s1600/audrey+cut+eye+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZZl8f5IH_WbqnuFwivbinof7sS2sy0Jj5CARf1rZSVqUDyPSfpidUiAo1RBVddXbiJ-Vf3ZzZzLneY5sntu2cm2RITRH9JnLpbnHLtQFSpvjsorwaBqQcHz0y4wxBKr5lCWCrmbHE2c/s1600/audrey+cut+eye+1.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a>Well, that happened Saturday morning. She did cut next to her eye pretty good and it did open up. I didn't take her to the emergency room because they would have done exactly what I would have done only they would have sedated her. Got some dermaglue and steri-strips. Work amazingly. I have a feeling that this will not be the last time she needs them either. My poor child is so clumsy. She can't just turn around, no she has to swing way out. She runs like she's driving a giant pickup truck. Guess she is a redneck. For as long as I can remember, I have been extremely clumsy. I can't even count the exact number of times I have ran into something and knocked myself out. Is that a bad thing? I am an accident prone person and it looks like Audrey inherited that from mama. Since she was born, I have done really well to not gasp or freak out when something happens. Well at least not in front of her. Every one gasps though when they see a kid about to get hurt. My mom and dad would make me get back up and do it again if I got hurt. Well, not run into pillars again but you know what I mean. I make Audrey get up, brush it off and move on. Not so much this time. All I kept saying was, "She needs stitches, that's really bad. I can't believe this happened to my poor baby." Once I was home with Jake, he and I talked and she took a nap and calmed down. After that I realized, this kid is fine. She is so dang tough.<br />
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I got a funny text about it from my friend, she said, "There will be plenty of Urgent Care visits to come with her." Oh I don't doubt that. She's going to be doing karate like dada or swinging around a tree branch and knock the wind out of herself like mom. Every time she gets hurt, I will worry. Whether she is scraping her knee on the sidewalk or getting rejected by some loser boy, I will be hurt with her and worry. I will hold her hand and show her how to be strong each time. <br />
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Audrey was really strong for mama last week. Found out my grandfather passed away. I never had a relationship with the man, other than he sent me some pretty wonderful gifts on occasion and he was the man who conceived my father. Yet, I ended up breaking down about an hour after getting the news. I sat down in Jake's lap and cried. Audrey came in and saw her mama was upset, so she began rubbing my leg and giving me kisses. She kept saying, "Awe mama." I hated that my tiny toddler felt like she needed to be the tough one for her mama. It helped me though. <br />
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I'm going to keep enjoying taking care of her while I can, because like all of our parent's know, it goes by too fast and they know longer need us to kiss their boo boo's. </div>
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*Alyssa*</div>
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