tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65811771460861897972024-02-07T07:11:30.913-08:00The McCollough FamilyKerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-85963321931023540242013-08-31T20:21:00.000-07:002013-08-31T20:21:54.152-07:00It's Been AwhileIt has been almost a year since I posted on here. That is about to change though, because our family is about to experience our first deployment. It's amazing that we made it over 6 years without Paul being deployed, but his time has come. This blog is going to be a way for me to keep him updated on the kids. More on that to come. First, a little catching up.<br />
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We moved, again. There has to be at least 4 other posts with those exact words. Crazy. Actually, we've moved twice since I last posted. Hopefully it will be a couple years before I can say that again.<br />
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Bentley is almost 6 (yikes) and in Kindergarten. I am homeschooling him and so far it is going just okay. I am praying it gets better and he grows to love learning. He has lost his first two teeth.<br />
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Chance is 3 and keeping me very busy. Worrying about him keeps me up at night, but that will have to be another post.<br />
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We have a new addition to our family. Aria was born July 11. I feel like the transition from 1 to 2 kids went easier than 2 to 3 has gone, but we are figuring things out. She is such a blessing and will need a post of her own.<br />
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We went to my uncle's pool several times, and one day my sister and I took all three boys to an indoor water park. They all had a blast. Bentley surprised me by wanting to go down this huge water slide.<br />
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My sister took him up to the top and sent him down. He loved it and did it about 100 more times. Here he is coming down it. He looks so small.<br />
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Chance enjoyed the smaller slides and splashing in the water.<br />
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I have been horrible about getting my camera out and just taking pictures of day to day things. My goal is to get more pictures of the kids with family next time we are in Arkansas.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-71701747695424752622012-07-25T00:24:00.000-07:002012-07-25T00:24:29.132-07:00Since ThenThe last three weeks have been hard. The first two I was dealing with postpartum hormones and extreme, raw grief. I had absolutely no patience with my boys and every little thing made me cry. I tried so hard not to cry in front the kids, but I was not successful. I know this made it harder on Bentley, and he had some behavioral issues come up. The 24 hours I was in the hospital is the longest I have ever been away from Chance so he has been super clingy to me. I wish I knew what their minds were thinking. I was very honest with Bentley about what happened, but he hasn't really said a lot about it.<br />
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Now I kind of feel stuck. It's a long story, but our vehicle has been in the shop for 3 weeks now so we are still in Arkansas. I haven't even been able to hug the one person who is experiencing the same loss as I am. I am beyond ready to go home. <br />
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I find myself avoiding people other than really close friends and family. I've run into many people I know and it's just awkward. I know they don't know what to say, Most people don't say anything at all, and honestly, this is the worst thing they could do. Even some family members I've seen never said a word. The best reaction came from one of my aunts who simply gave me a hug and said, "I'm so sorry." Yes it made me cry, but that's okay. I had a baby, and I don't want to pretend like it didn't happen. I enjoy talking about him because the memories are all I have. <br />
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A piece of my heart is missing, and I am learning how to move forward knowing that is how it will be for the rest of my life.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-88620728198139445782012-07-10T22:58:00.000-07:002012-07-10T22:58:47.806-07:00I Held an AngelI don't want to be writing this. I don't want this to be my story. Last Monday, at 19 weeks, I learned that the baby I was carrying would never be with us on earth.<br />
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About two and a half weeks before this I had had an ultrasound. I watched as the technician checked my baby over: a perfect spine, perfect arms and legs with feet crossed at the ankle, perfect little face, perfect heart, kidneys, bladder, etc. As far as my untrained eye could see, my baby was perfect and moving so so much. Some time in the next two weeks, that tiny little heart stopped beating. <br />
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Our third son, Gabriel David McCollough, was born July 3, 2012 weighing 5 oz. and 8 in. long.<br />
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I was surrounded by friends and family as I held him for the first and last time and tried to memorize all his features. In that moment I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and I find myself wishing I could go back to that time. We took pictures for Paul because unfortunately the kids and I are visiting family in Arkansas and his school would not let him come be with us. <br />
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Since then I have gone through so many emotions. I have tried to explain to a 4 year old why the baby he was so excited about is no longer in my tummy and won't be coming to live with us. It appeared that Gabriel had a growth/fluid at the base of his skull, but we will never know for sure what caused his death. We rest in knowing he is safe in heaven and I will be looking forward to the day I hold him in my arms again.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-87269105801151860062012-06-20T21:35:00.001-07:002012-06-20T21:35:54.847-07:00All About Chance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A month ago Chance turned 2 years old. He seems so big, but in many ways he does not seem like a two year old. He has come so far in the last 6 months with the therapies we have had him in, but he is still considered severely delayed in communication and social interaction. This is very hard for me to admit because I think I have been in denial for some time. Some days I find myself thinking something might be wrong with him, and some days I just think he's a little behind. At his two year checkup we were referred to not only a speech therapist, but also a pediatric psychologist and a developmental pediatrician to have him evaluated for Autism. In the grand scheme of things, this is nothing, it is not life threatening, but I am scared out of my mind.<br />
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I have not talked to anyone about this, even family. I don't want anyone to view my baby differently or feel sorry for him. I will have to though. He is old enough that people notice when he acts differently and that he doesn't do all the "normal" two year old things.<br />
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What he does do is make me laugh every day. He loves to snuggle at bed time and he loves to help me with dishes and laundry. He also loves to aggravate his big brother. For a couple days he refused to eat until I figured out that he was claiming his independence and had to feed himself. He now sleeps in a big boy bed, even if it is a struggle to get him to stay in it.<br />
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I mailed this photo strip to our families a couple weeks ago to announce our very exciting news. We wanted to tell everyone at the same time, and since we couldn't tell them in person I thought this was a fun idea. It made for some interesting phone calls because a few of them did not quite get it.<br />
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Bentley is so excited that we are going to have a new baby. When we first told him, he declared the baby's name would be "Basketball Hoopie." We just laughed, but he has stuck with this name for several weeks. I think he may be disappointed when we don't actually use it.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-61814874438419864862012-06-01T21:52:00.000-07:002012-06-01T21:52:50.623-07:00Catching UpSo much has happened since I last posted, I have no idea where to begin. First of all, we moved. We went from the sunny beaches of San Diego to the desert of Arizona. It has been a difficult adjustment, and it is taking me forever to get our house in order. Bentley has said many times that he wants to go back to San Diego. We got here right when school got out so he won't go back to preschool until August, and the summer program they have is full. There are a lot of neighborhood kids for him to play with though, and we are looking for a church here.<br />
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We moved in two phases, and phase one we sent all our furniture. We would find Bentley sleeping all over his room, usually anywhere but on the bed.<br />
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Best garage sale find! I knew the boys would love one of these, but could not justify how much they cost. I saw this on the way to get donuts one morning and made Paul stop and get it.<br />
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<br />Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-83852527327402795462011-11-28T21:37:00.000-08:002011-11-28T21:37:29.369-08:004A few weeks ago my baby turned 4 years old! I can't believe it. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He is funny, sweet, ornery, sneaky, and affectionate all rolled into one. He loves dinosaurs and zombies (why?). His favorite toys are blocks and cars. Even though he earns time on the ipod for going to bed like a "big boy," he is constantly asking to play it or watch a movie on it. He loves to help with cooking, dishes, laundry, etc. He is so sweet with other children that are smaller than him, except for Chance. They fight. He is in preschool for 3 hours, 4 days a week, and he absolutely loves it. He takes a nap maybe once a week. He is tall (42 in) and skinny (31 lbs). His favorite foods are waffles, broccoli, salad, and any pasta. He is talking so much better and is about to graduate from speech therapy outside of school. He had to get 3 shots at his checkup. It was a very bad experience for both of us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He had been asking to go to Chuck E Cheese for his birthday for months, so that's where we went. He LOVED it and now wants to go every day. Then we went to ToysRUs for a crown and balloon. He picked out some tools.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I saw websites for custom painted letters for a nursery or child's room and I just had to have them. One problem, they are very expensive. I had never painted a canvas before, but I thought it couldn't be that hard. So I paint these for Chance's room. I had to disclose Chance's name to Kayla so she could help me design them, but overall it wasn't too hard.<br />
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I was so thrilled when Kayla found out she was having a girl because I had been wanting to try to make bows and a dress. Check and check. I have many more dresses on my list of things to try and I am now addicted to looking at girly fabric.<br />
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I have been looking for a purse ever since mine was stolen over a year ago. I had only had that one for a couple weeks and am still a little bitter over losing it like that. I am picky with my purses and do not like to spend very much on them. Now that Chance is old enough I don't have to carry a diaper bag everywhere, I was really needing a new one. So I decided to just make myself one. It is the perfect size and I was able to make pockets just the right size for my wallet, keys, and phone.<br />
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I have a new nephew coming in October and I wanted to make something for him. I asked my sister if I could try to make bedding for her and she agreed. She wanted a pooh theme and this is what I came up with.<br />
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There is a matching quilt too that I somehow didn't get a picture of. It is far from perfect, but I am pleased with it. I learned a lot and really want to do another one for more practice. <br />
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I am working on Bentley's room, which I will share in a later post. I have several projects in the works now, and a pretty long list of more for after that. I have enjoyed relieving stress in a more productive way than eating ice cream in front of the TV.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-78338908379592239572011-08-25T14:22:00.000-07:002011-08-25T14:22:17.117-07:00Back to WorkPaul had surgery 5 weeks ago, and this is his first week back at work. The kids and I miss having him here, but I admit it's nice to be back to our normal routine and have the house back in order. <br />
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He had been having pain in his hip and lower back for almost a year before they found out what was wrong. Basically, the cartilage cushioning the hip socket was displaced and the bones were rubbing on each other. The "ball" on his leg bone had a flat part where it had been rubbing on the hip socket. They were able to fix it, but the recovery has been brutal. I joked that his schedule of meds and physical therapy was more demanding than a newborn (but really it was). He had to spend 6 hours a day in a machine that moved his leg up and down to prevent scar tissue from forming, and I had to rotate his leg 20 times both ways, 5 times a day.<br />
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He was on crutches up until this week, but still can only put partial weight on his leg. I definately took for granted how "much" he helps me. I put much in quotes because I still wouldn't say he helps a ton, but some is more than the not-at-all I've had for the last 5 weeks. Usually we tag team bedtime and each put one down. I'm very ready for that again. I've been short changing both boys with a very abreviated bedtime routine. Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-37115900186297852982011-08-21T22:46:00.000-07:002011-08-21T22:46:32.607-07:00Where I've BeenI have been avoiding my blog. There has been so much going on I didn't know what to say. Of course my life isn't all rainbows and butterflies, but I didn't want to spread my negativity. The last month has been hard, but thankfully it's all coming around. <br />
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Chance had his one year appointment a little late and it brought some news I wasn't prepared for. At every appointment they use a machine to take a picture of the kids eyes. At his 9 mo. checkup it showed a slight abnormality that the doctor decided to keep watching. At this appointment it was much much worse, and he also failed another measurement they check. We were referred to an opthamologist. His pediatrician was also concerned that Chance has yet to say a single word, no mama, dada, nothing. He also doesn't make very many different sounds. We were referred to an audiologist and speech pathologist. <br />
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After that appointment we had many more appointments with various specialists and the early intervention people. His hearing appears to be ok, but he had fluid so they have to recheck in 3 months. His eyes were not okay. He has severe astigmatism (same as Paul had). The doctor told us it was up to us if we wanted glasses. When I told him we might wait, he changed his mind and said he really recommends it. He showed me how Chance sees and we decided to get him glasses. Glasses are really no big deal, but it has really bothered me. I knew at some point all of our kids would probably need glasses. Paul got them at age 5. I wear glasses, but did not need them until age 20. Truthfully, Paul probably needed them at Chance's age, but no one knew. I didn't want something on my baby's face hiding his bright blue eyes and taking away from his cuteness. I know that sounds silly, but it's how I feel. It is a constant challenge to try to figure out how to get him to wear them. He's averaged about 30 minutes a day before he throws a huge fit when we get them out. He looks really adorable though.<br />
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I did not spring for the extra $100 anti-glare lenses. We got the rubber frames and they have held up so far to him pulling them off a million times. I told Paul I want to gift all of our kids LASIK when they get old enough since we cursed them with bad eyes.<br />
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The talking issue is still ongoing. He was evaluated by several people and found to be severely delayed. He is too young for any kind of therapy, but he is being monitored and I'm good with that. What upsets me is I already know what it's like to have a nonverbal child. I have been so intentional with Chance, and he has been exposed to so much more language than Bentley was. I feel like I have failed, again. I will get over it, and he will talk. So far they do not see any specific reason why he isn't trying to talk so we wait.<br />
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When we haven't been running around to appointments, we have been enjoying the wonderful weather here. We got Bentley a new bike and he asks every day if he can ride his "mater bike." It's too cute to resist.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He did not like all the attention on him and refused to even try his cake. Chance, however, loves attention and inherited my love for all things sweet. He completely destroyed his cake before even trying a bite, and then decided to eat some of it. Paul is not a big fan of the "smash cake" idea and says whoever came up with it must not have had to clean up the mess. A month later I am still finding dried up frosting in random places. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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He didn't understand the concept of presents, but Bentley didn't mind opening them. They both share a love of giraffes. Chance's squinty-eyed laugh makes us all smile.<br />
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My grandma always gave my sister and I a gift on the other's birthday so we wouldn't feel left out. My mom is carrying on this tradition and gave Bentley this dinosaur. It never leaves his side, day or night. <br />
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Here are Chance's monthly pictures (I didn't get the stickers until he was almost 2 months old):<br />
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Anyway, back to May. Paul's grandma, whom the boys and I had never met, was in LA for a few days, so we made the short trip up there to visit. My mom was still here visiting so we got a couple hotel rooms and figured it would just be a fun little getaway. The first morning we woke up and Bentley's eye was a little red. He was rubbing it so we figured it was allergies or something. It got worse and worse and worse to the point that I just knew he had pink eye. That whole afternoon and evening was spent on the phone arguing with our insurance company, then trying to find an urgent care center that accepted our insurance, and then at the pharmacy. <br />
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My mom traveled back with us to spend two weeks in San Diego for Chance's birthday. It was a totally different experience having someone with me while traveling. Just being able to go to the bathroom by myself is a treat. We tried to make the most of the time she was here. Our first stop was the zoo. Bentley loves the zoo, so this year we got passes. He got to pick which animal we went to see first and he chose the giraffes.<br />
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He really loves the giraffes and their "long, long necks." We watched them for a long time. His 2nd favorite thing after the giraffes was the "dino bones."<br />
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</div>The elephants are in the enclosure behind him here, but I don't think he even noticed them. There were several of these rocks that were keeping all of his attention. Chance did great. He just rode and checked everything out and dozed off occassionally.<br />
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Next up will be a trip to LA, the beach, the wild animal park, Chance's birthday, and our camping trip. May was a very busy month.<br />
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He has taken a couple of steps here and there, but he is a super speedy crawler so that is what he prefers. On carpet he crawls with both knees down, but on a hard surface he will crawl on one knee and one foot. It's pretty funny to watch. <br />
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He drinks all his milk from sippy cups and refuses to eat baby food most of the time. He will eat a few bites of whatever we are eating and could eat his weight in cheerios, puffs, and graham crackers.<br />
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We are in AR visiting now so I can't really comment on his sleep. He has been spending the second half of the night in the bed with Bentley and me. Before we left though he was sleeping great, waking up once for some milk, and taking two 1.5 hour naps. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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He weighs about 22 pounds and wears 12-18 month clothes. His 8th little tooth just poked through. My sister gave him his first haircut and it makes him look so much older.<br />
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He is a very easy going baby. He goes with me pretty much everywhere and is content to sit in the stroller or on my lap munching on cheerios. He likes to make silly faces that make us laugh. He is also very sensitive and doesn't like it when Bentley tries to play with him (which usually means taking the toy he has). He loves his brother though and tries to copy everything he does. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple weeks ago he started waking up 3-5 times in the night and needing my help to go back to sleep. The "paci game" as we called it was not very much fun at 2 a.m. After a couple days of this I had an idea: He is already sleeping horribly, why don't I just take his paci away. Brilliant! I kept this bowl of pacis handy knowing I would give in very easily, especially in the middle of the night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last picture with paci:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CQS0nseLSCv9Bwys0fl4cr2DHzoxBq-ewfUKlDBAEhYR0nrzKupQgaCGED99JDqTO2I1VM8UHX3HOBvpiC_IenKCRnJIdCoNpO0pV8cV6NRXWB-Z_OF26bbV5SyfXeIIE6zJ5BaQPjA/s1600/DSCN3376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CQS0nseLSCv9Bwys0fl4cr2DHzoxBq-ewfUKlDBAEhYR0nrzKupQgaCGED99JDqTO2I1VM8UHX3HOBvpiC_IenKCRnJIdCoNpO0pV8cV6NRXWB-Z_OF26bbV5SyfXeIIE6zJ5BaQPjA/s400/DSCN3376.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He eats a lot, but hates veggies. I have to mix one part veggie with 3 parts oatmeal to tone down the taste to where he will eat it. He loves all pureed fruits and does well with feeding himself table foods. He can drink from a sippy cup, but prefers not to.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He is finally crawling!! One day Bentley spilled some Cheerios on the floor and the next thing we knew he was crawling towards them. Apparently he is motivated by food (something Bentley was never and still isn't). This made it hard to get him to sit still for pictures. He kept coming after the camera. He is also pulling up on anything and everything.</div></li>
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<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He had his first ambulance ride (and hopefully last). Long story short, he choked on a sticker. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking back to how I felt. I had to call 911. The paramedics came to our house. They could not get it out of his throat, but on the way to the hospital he was able to swallow it. It's hard to baby proof with a 3 year old around, but you can bet I am going to be so much more careful now.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He still loves to be held and would sit on your lap forever if you let him. He gives kisses and will whack you in the face if he gets excited.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">He "talks" all the time and mainly says dadadada. When I tell him to say mama he just laughs. Stinker.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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So anyway, it's February and this is what we did today.<br />
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We had an afternoon of hunting sea shells, building sand castles, eating sand (Chance was the only one brave enough to try it), and walking along the shore. This will probably be our last summer here so I will try not to complain... too much.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-91095701566739515742011-01-20T09:07:00.000-08:002011-01-20T09:07:00.899-08:008 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojhRGLmYNjSI0mbyzTs2WhxcuoSyt-jebQTmCs_CQv6x7xOxOgIJpx7ihmN6ROjp5ttN5Uv_rFG0nuDKLQhrQXNIvlflckNZ-akUEIDp0teyLSfqQy8784TsldecsIN8UJhXPXTI5by8/s1600/chance8mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojhRGLmYNjSI0mbyzTs2WhxcuoSyt-jebQTmCs_CQv6x7xOxOgIJpx7ihmN6ROjp5ttN5Uv_rFG0nuDKLQhrQXNIvlflckNZ-akUEIDp0teyLSfqQy8784TsldecsIN8UJhXPXTI5by8/s400/chance8mo.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance at 8 months old:</div><ul><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He is finally showing some initiative to crawl. He has always hated tummy time, but he is now leaning forward on his hands from a sitting position and rocking. He tries to get out of reach toys but usually ends up falling on his face.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He has 1 tooth. I thought they always came in pairs, but I've been proven wrong. He has had this one tooth for a couple weeks and its pair is nowhere to be seen.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He is eating all pureed foods and cheerios, puffs, baby crackers, or anything that is easy to gum.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He will not drink out of a sippy cup (or bottle). He just likes to chew on it. </div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He is now sleeping unswaddled (yay!!). I have worried about this for months, but he just decided he was done with it and has been sleeping just fine. I can't really comment on sleeping for this month because he's been sick and sleeping with me. I might have created a different sleeping obstacle with that one.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He still loves his big brother and thinks he is just the greatest. I can't wait to see what it will be like when he can actually follow Bentley around. I'm not sure Bentley will like that so much.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He always wakes up happy and would stay that way all day if all I did was hold him. Anytime I walk by him or look at him on the floor he will reach his arms up to me and it just melts my heart.</div></li>
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And because I never posted his 7 month pictures:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHXDGgk19VEus5ewjDvKK4txN3MfJud8A0M_-Mo2iyAjSimWssXSexfFjAid9VNr2hwcBFm9FBhisZH-zM_xdtLWNTwcQQa0eYC2RZpr27feI_Jh69mQUTXDd2vTcPU0TgToqayvZFU4/s1600/chance7mo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHXDGgk19VEus5ewjDvKK4txN3MfJud8A0M_-Mo2iyAjSimWssXSexfFjAid9VNr2hwcBFm9FBhisZH-zM_xdtLWNTwcQQa0eYC2RZpr27feI_Jh69mQUTXDd2vTcPU0TgToqayvZFU4/s400/chance7mo2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-22280673020416261362010-11-27T21:24:00.000-08:002010-11-27T21:24:13.307-08:00Birthdays and Half BirthdaysThis month we celebrated Bentley's 3rd birthday and Chance's half birthday. I know parents say this all the time, but I really can't believe he is three. The last year has been so fun. Of course we had the occasional "terrible twos" tantrum, but overall he is laid back and easy going. He has his checkup next week, but by our measurements he is 37 in tall and 28 lbs. He is tall and skinny. He recently started eating a LOT, but has only gained about 3 pounds in the last year. He is a great big brother and loves to make Chance laugh. <div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn5GQiHt5-FFhStK49Fv-_ExgaYEEe09hp7zpmCTIi1XEgxi2StxQBo0gh-Asc7m5RWmXnmPWZDVZKNjqH4lWuPr_QeKNb1saATwntkJcp9MeBSWHuDhQrQt0wDXtgVzeqghNNUqklS4/s1600/DSCN2457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn5GQiHt5-FFhStK49Fv-_ExgaYEEe09hp7zpmCTIi1XEgxi2StxQBo0gh-Asc7m5RWmXnmPWZDVZKNjqH4lWuPr_QeKNb1saATwntkJcp9MeBSWHuDhQrQt0wDXtgVzeqghNNUqklS4/s400/DSCN2457.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At his 2 year checkup he was referred to speech therapy. We have been going since April and he is talking soooo much now. We understand about 75% of what he says. We just figured he didn't talk much because he has a quiet mommy and he spends all his time with me. It was always so hard for me to talk to him all the time when he didn't respond. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRX_3s3a2Z1eTLWUI_mKsZERXik4B3fKZFqOWpwUPf_dt7zb4yciFKGZCYIav_JDQgnjK5sO2Us4bzEm_nITNjCVXwtrXV_8CvSnMmPKA7ANJGWynEE4SdHWVR8UJh1ydqsU3a29y0jg/s1600/DSCN2461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRX_3s3a2Z1eTLWUI_mKsZERXik4B3fKZFqOWpwUPf_dt7zb4yciFKGZCYIav_JDQgnjK5sO2Us4bzEm_nITNjCVXwtrXV_8CvSnMmPKA7ANJGWynEE4SdHWVR8UJh1ydqsU3a29y0jg/s400/DSCN2461.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>He is doing great now with no paci. A couple nights he had a mysterious foot ailment that only appeared at 1 a.m. and would get miraculously better in the morning. I almost took him to the ER one night because he was even limping on it, but Paul talked me out of it because it didn't hurt when we touched it or squeezed it. Either something weird was going on or he's a really really good faker. Now we're just thrown off by daylight savings time. Both boys want to go to bed at 6:30 and wake up at 6; not really my ideal schedule.<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJY-odheYbe1z5axEGKu60iGLZiyDJI_nfupMgcJIQbKoArHiOI0KXckrIXwBgzdZBaT3A6Z857DBRzen0B7DpDTSRpeZhl4Gn2om8QH16TBWGwSaaCUEhziJ5L_MHBI6hpOallg_MTg/s1600/DSCN2424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJY-odheYbe1z5axEGKu60iGLZiyDJI_nfupMgcJIQbKoArHiOI0KXckrIXwBgzdZBaT3A6Z857DBRzen0B7DpDTSRpeZhl4Gn2om8QH16TBWGwSaaCUEhziJ5L_MHBI6hpOallg_MTg/s400/DSCN2424.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We are working on potty training, but trying not to force it too much. He will go several days doing great and then have a day when he wants to wear diapers. We are out of diapers now and I'm refusing to buy more so hopefully we figure it out. I always said my kids would be potty trained well before 3 years old. Ha!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2rtidkT1Nvx57zZw8l8RHzInJ4eM0lYwe87xSy7E0cpNtg4ZDSStXTecZ0kYDkho2S8wPiMd-awrdv_lyHYq9DEBEcElsjY7cbKafFjAsuT8Uzw4jK7bGTGCTj1QVlVisFnnvtAgXFk/s1600/DSCN2553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2rtidkT1Nvx57zZw8l8RHzInJ4eM0lYwe87xSy7E0cpNtg4ZDSStXTecZ0kYDkho2S8wPiMd-awrdv_lyHYq9DEBEcElsjY7cbKafFjAsuT8Uzw4jK7bGTGCTj1QVlVisFnnvtAgXFk/s400/DSCN2553.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>At six months old Chance is a snuggler. He doesn't spend much time on the floor playing because he just wants to be held. He has rolled from belly to back a handful of times, and never from back to belly. Now that he can sit up his favorite thing to do is sit with me and Bentley and play blocks or whatever. He's been getting some baby food mixed with oatmeal, but it's not really his idea of fun. He won't eat any baby food not mixed with oatmeal. He does finally take a bottle occasionally though. I haven't seen any signs of teeth yet, but he drools what seems like gallons daily. He has his checkup the same time as Bentley next week, but he weighs about 18 lbs. He's going to be the same size as Bentley before too long.<br />
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</div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-75927357100389312202010-11-02T21:29:00.000-07:002010-11-02T21:29:47.051-07:00Bye Bye PaciI have alot of things to catch up on here, but for today I am focusing on Bentley and his pacis.<br />
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Bentley is paci free! Yes I know he is 7 days away from being 3 years old, but I like sleep. I was not looking forward to many nights of sleeping struggles. The paci had stayed in his bed since he was 9 months old, and it was the first thing he would look for when we laid him down. I always kept 3 or 4 in there so he could easily find one in the middle of the night. The result of that was he had to have one in his mouth and one in each hand.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We started by taking away all but one. He got a hot wheels car for each paci he threw in the trash. After a week of only having one paci, we took him to the store and let him pick out a stuffed animal to trade for the last paci. He wanted to trade but he kept changing his mind when he would actually hand me the paci. Finally I had to tell him that was it and his paci was going bye bye (after back and forth for close to an hour). He cried like he lost his best friend and just looked devastated. He cried at first when we laid him down but I told him he didn't have to go to sleep but he needed to lay down and be quiet. He was quiet and eventually fell asleep. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It's been a little over two weeks and it has been HARD. He has taken a nap maybe 3 or 4 days, depending on how well he slept during the night. Some days he spends 3 or 4 hours in his bed just playing, but never falling asleep. And if he does take a nap, he then has a hard time falling asleep that night. Thankfully he's only had problems in the middle of the night 3 times, but they were all for many hours. Twice he had a mysterious foot ailment that was forgotten by morning, and the other night we both rubbed his back until he was asleep 10+ times only for him to wake up as soon as we left the room. He ended up crying for over an hour asking for "that" (which is what he called his paci). I hope it gets better soon and he goes back to his normal sleeping. He is a much happier and more obedient boy when he gets good sleep (and mommy is much more patient when she gets good sleep).</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll be doing this again in a few years because Chance is now addicted to his paci. I don't like messing with sleep. If it works, I stick to it. Chance is also still swaddled for naps and night for this very reason, even though he is getting too big for it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-42115895882536714742010-09-02T16:57:00.000-07:002010-09-02T16:57:11.139-07:00Chance Laughing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have not been able to make Chance laugh, but Paul and Bentley can do it very easily. So I watch, video, and get jealous that they can make him laugh. Every time he gets so tickled that he gets the hiccups.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzG8wvviLmj3FT9rbyE7xDQ2Qbxspp8XzGbhN-QJMIWwMMJLtnfCnQjLHQbH3FBiMmZpcyRFftxo0mPWjk-jQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521775060931726903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6581177146086189797.post-29739955169937651512010-08-30T22:10:00.000-07:002010-08-30T22:10:37.907-07:00Photos by BentleyOccasionally I get distracted while taking pictures of the boys and leave my camera where a little boy might be able to reach it. If he is in his toy corner being very very quite, I know he has something he isn't supposed to have (usually my cell phone). Recently I found him with my camera, lens cap off, power on, and several pictures taken. How do they know how to work these things? He almost always calls my mom when he gets my cell phone, or sends my sister a text message. Anyway, I thought I would post a couple of his pictures.<br />
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