tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82890391946076967762024-03-13T10:49:36.624-05:00oliver's inspired mamaRenaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-30081340773938030952012-01-07T20:46:00.000-06:002012-01-07T20:46:59.634-06:00a note from Oliver...<div align="center">Hi There, I'm Oliver... my mama used to blog every day about life, and about me. </div><div align="center">Well guess what?? </div><div align="center">I keep her pretty busy these days, haha! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"> I follow her EVERYWHERE, even to the potty. </div><div align="center">(I don't think she likes that, but I'm not gonna stop)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So, let me see... </div><div align="center">I'm now 19 months old and I just got my first hair cut. </div><div align="center">Daddy cut, uh shaved it himself without mama knowing... I don't think she was happy about it. </div><div align="center">She seems to be getting used to it cause she rubs my head ALL THE TIME. </div><div align="center">What do you think?? </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Mama's been talking about how she misses blogging, so I'm gonna try to give her a little time a few times a week. I'm NOT gonna promise, but I'll try. </div><div align="center">I just love her so much, I want All of her attention.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">She keeps telling me that I'm gonna be a BIG BROTHER. </div><div align="center">I'm not sure what that means, but I hope I like it. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Oh Shoot, I don't know if I was suppose to tell anyone about me being this big brother person, </div><div align="center">I heard her telling someone she had a secret.... </div><div align="center">Oh well, if she didn't want people to know, she shouldn't have told me... </div><div align="center">She knows I repeat everything I hear, HAHA! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Ok, that's all for now... I had fun sharing with you all, I hope mama let's me do it again soon. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Love, Oliver</div><div align="center"></div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-52994595501383169612011-10-18T22:29:00.000-05:002011-10-18T22:29:06.682-05:00Happy Blogiversary to ME!<div align="center">Hey Lovelies!! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Yesterday this little blog turned 1</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I remember writing my first blog post..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I was nervous and felt silly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't think anyone would read it, really who cared what I had to say (or not say)?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I stepped out of my comfort, and typed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I fell in love it with. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I became obsessed (I know, my lack of blogging lately doesn't show it)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I quickly learned that it didn't matter if anyone was reading what I was posting </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(even though I<strong> LOVE</strong> logging on and seeing your comments)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blogging has become my outlet, a space where I can be myself and share my thoughts, feelings, crafts, life changing things, just about anything and everything. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>THANK YOU</strong> for reading my rambles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have come across some WONDERFUL women. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Some of you I've met in real life, and some.. our time will come. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I promise I'll be back to regular post soon.. as Oliver grows, my computer time is limited. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I will find away, have missed blogging.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have so many fun things and changes I want to do around this little blog... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oliver's Mama is gonna get Inspired! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-59759833242284405152011-09-24T00:23:00.000-05:002011-09-24T00:23:54.363-05:00Happy Friday... Happy Fall<div align="center">Hello Lovelies!! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Long time no talk... I've missed you. </div><div align="center">I hope this little blogging writers block/uninspiring/feeling like no one cares what I write funk will go away... </div><div align="center">Fall always brings new inspiration for me, so let's hope you'll be hearing more from me very soon. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Anywho.. today is the first day of Fall!! </div><div align="center">YAY!!</div><div align="center">My favorite time of year... I'm so excited. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Sweaters and Boots and Scarves and Pumpkins and Falling Leaves and Beautiful Colors and Yummy Smell and My 30th Birthday in about 6 Weeks and My Blogiversary in about 3 Weeks....</div><div align="center">Oh My! </div><div align="center">So much to look forward to this season. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the way...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Oliver has sung his first lyrics... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'E I E I OOOOO'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I Love It!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">XoXo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Renae</div><div align="center"></div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-53062568505423631542011-08-23T23:52:00.001-05:002011-08-23T23:53:24.641-05:00summertime fun<div align="center">Hello Sweet Friends!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Summer is all most over... I'm feeling a little bitter sweet about it. </div><div align="center">Although I will gladly welcome cooler weather, I'm gonna miss time outside soaking up the sun </div><div align="center">with Oliver. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We have had a full summer, walks in the park and hours at the lake. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Oliver's new thing is giving 'gifts'. I can't tell you how many rocks I've collected this summer, </div><div align="center">I LOVE THEM ALL! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I do know that once summer is over, and we'll be stuck inside cuddled under blankets, </div><div align="center"> I'll find more time to blog... that I'm excited about. </div><div align="center">I miss blogging, but my time with Oliver has been priceless. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-52861673344666652432011-08-04T23:35:00.001-05:002011-08-24T20:51:02.393-05:00He's here...<div align="center">Hello Lovelies... </div><div align="center">I do hope you all are enjoying your summer as much as I am.</div><div align="center">This time last year I was home A LOT, adjusting to motherhood. </div><div align="center">Now with a growing 14 month old, I'm always on the go.</div><div align="center">Hopefully when the weather starts getting cooler, I'll be a better blogger. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">One of my very best friends Adina and her husband Charles </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">{finally} welcomed their new baby boy yesterday.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Charles Edward Guzman-Collins</div><div align="center">7 lbs 4 oz </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">This sweet boy joined his 2 beautiful older sisters</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Maddison Renae </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(yes she is named after me)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I am over joyed... I just wish I was able to be there (in Denver) for the birth. </div><div align="center">I was there when she had Maddison, and flew in when Mable was born. </div><div align="center">I think I'll be planning a little weekend vacation soon, </div><div align="center">cause this 'auntie' needs to love on her new 'nephew'</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-65930824082646456062011-07-13T23:22:00.000-05:002011-07-13T23:22:28.458-05:00color inspiration...... High on Life<div align="center">I smell the weekend... do you? </div><div align="center">Happy Wednesday!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now that's it's summer I'm trying to get out of my <strike>boring </strike>love for wearing grey.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've started added little bits of color in my wardrobe... right now my favorite combo is </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">TEAL AND PINK</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Renae</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Who's ready for the weekend??</div><div align="center"> I know I am, it's supposed to be <span style="font-family: inherit;">warm</span> and sunny!</div><div align="center">YAY for summer. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>COCONUT</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The smell of coconut has taken me to wonderful places these days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It has me day dreaming of warm, white sandy beaches... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I was getting ready for work this morning, and using product after product, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I noticed that most (if not all)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">had something to do with my beloved new scent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then thought, Oh my goodness... I'm going <strike>crazy </strike>NUTS!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've become obsessed with the smell of coconuts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I have been such a bad blogger lately. When the sun is out, and the weather is warm... all my little man wants to do is be outside, and I don't mind it. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and the swing,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and taking evening walks (like a zombie),</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and riding in the wagon downtown.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and helping water the grass (I'm not sure what happened to the other sandal),</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">he even likes helping me grocery shop at Target</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(he cried for this hat... it's way to big, but wouldn't take it off)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">It's my first weekend back from vacation, and I want nothing more then to be back in Denver. </div><div align="center">I knew I was missing 'home' but didn't realize how much I was missing it until I came back. </div><div align="center">These next few weeks are going to he hard... but I'll get through them. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I didn't take as many pictures in Denver that I would have liked to... but want to share with you what I have. But first, a little about our trip. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Oliver is such a good little traveler. Our flight left super early (well at 6am) on Wednesday morning. Oliver slept most of the way there, which was nice since it pretty much was a full flight. </div><div align="center">He woke up about 45 minutes out in such a happy mood. </div><div align="center">I gave him a little car, a snack, and juice box.. and he sat happily in the seat next to me.. </div><div align="center">that was until another little boy started crying a few rows up. </div><div align="center">My little (perfect) traveler wasn't happy about that and started yelling at the top of his lungs at this little boy... it was pretty funny. Since everyone around us started laughing, Oliver thought it was a game... He loves when other people are laughing, he's such a ham. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The first few days were low key, well for Oliver anyway. </div><div align="center">I was busy planning a mixed BBQ party we had on Sundayfor my little cousin Jasmine's baptism and Oliver's birthday. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Saturday my dad had a little family get together for Oliver</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">(these trips are becoming less about me and more about him)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Hello to Oliver's first spaghetti dinner at Grandmama's</div><div align="center">(and goodbye to a perfect white onesie)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Sunday was a beautiful day... we got up and went to church and my brother and I became Godparents</div><div align="center">to my sweet Jasmine</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">then everyone came back to my mom's for a SMALL gathering. </div><div align="center">There were aunt's, uncle's, cousins, friends galore.. Oliver had a blast.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-80596342089522568572011-06-22T21:32:00.000-05:002011-06-22T21:32:17.499-05:00I'm baaaaaaack!!<div align="center">Hello Lovelies!! </div><div align="center">I'm so happy to be back </div><div align="center">(well maybe not... I miss Denver already) </div><div align="center">But am happy to have my laptop back because I missed all of you.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Oliver and I had such a wonderful time visiting family, and I have so many funny stories to share with you. </div><div align="center">Living life with a one year old is SO.MUCH.FUN!</div><div align="center">He is learning and growing so fast... his little silly personality is popping through more and more everyday. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But for right now, I need to rest... I'm exhausted! </div><div align="center">I'll be back tomorrow with more on my trip. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-73459644884022615782011-06-09T22:24:00.000-05:002011-06-09T22:24:31.993-05:00High On Life {and a little catch up}<div align="center">WOW... It's Thursday!?!?!!! </div><div align="center">Where has this week gone? It went by fast. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Maybe it didn't go by that fast, maybe it just felt that way because I spent most of the week taking 4-5 Ibuprofen every 4 hours, and 1 Tylenol 3 at night. </div><div align="center">That's right... I kinda feel like an over-the-counter drug addict. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It all happened Tuesday morning. I was <strike>running late </strike>headed out the door for work and as I was walking down the stairs, my neighbor was walking her 2 HUGH German Shepherds.</div><div align="center"> I looked up to say good morning and completely missed the last step....... and down I went. </div><div align="center">I FELL... OUCH!</div><div align="center">I sat there for a minute, got back up limped to my car, and went to work. </div><div align="center">By the time I got there, I was in a lot of pain, and my ankle looked like a softball. </div><div align="center">I sat at my desk, elevated my leg and had someone bring me some ice. </div><div align="center">Before I knew it... it was throbbing beyond belief and starting to bruise. </div><div align="center">When I got up to go potty, I almost fall again. I guess I didn't realize how bad the pain really was until I tried to put a little pressure on it and couldn't. </div><div align="center">Since I had a little mobility in it, I figured it wasn't broken but knew I had to get it checked out. </div><div align="center">I mean really... how was I going to chase Oliver around?!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I ended up leaving work and drove myself to the nearest urgent care.</div><div align="center">After a few (very painful) x-rays, it ended up being a 2nd degree ankle sprain.</div><div align="center">Today I was able to bear a little weight on it, which make me very happy. </div><div align="center">BYE BYE CRUTCHES</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(walking with crutches was more of a hassle the it was a help)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So I'm stuck with an ankle brace for a few weeks... but am glad I didn't need a cast or do more damage. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Oliver's birthday weekend was tons of fun. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We spent his birthday at home... he has a few new teeth coming in and wasn't the happiest camper. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He had his one year check up the day after his birthday... which included a few shots. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is (of course) happy and healthy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everything is right on target (which tells me I must be doing something right)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At one year is weighs 23.2 lbs and is 31.5 inches tall </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday we spent a few hours at a little neighborhood music festival. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess Oliver thought it would be a good time to give me my first major panic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was playing, and took off running after a little boy he was playing with, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">before I knew it, he was flat on the ground. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I rushed over, picked him up, looked him over, realized he wasn't even crying</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everything appeared fine.... until he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OK, it really wasn't a mouthful, but enough to cause panic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got him cleaned up,washed his mouth out to really see what was going on.. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">well, luckily it was nothing major. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When he fell, he must have bit the inside of his lip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a little sip of mama blue raspberry slushy, he was back at it... running and playing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, boys will be boys. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know that was just the first of many more wipe outs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">I am so happy that this time next week I'll be in Denver... I can't wait. </div><div align="center">I was just there 3 months ago, but I feel like it's been longer. </div><div align="center">Not only will Oliver be getting 2 more HUGE birthday parties</div><div align="center">(one with my dad's family, and one with my mom's)</div><div align="center">and I'll get some much needed family time...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My brother and I will become Godparents to this sweet girl</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I couldn't be more excited to be Jasmine's Godmother. I love this little girl so much, and wished I was able to spend more time with her. She is the start to my every Saturday (well that if Oliver doesn't bet her to it). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every Saturday morning since I've moved to Chicago, Jasmine has called me to tell me EVERYTHING that has happened in the past week. I have gotten so used to it, that I even set my alarm clock to get up early enough to make sure I have my coffee made and Oliver is feed and happy </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">so when my phone rings (around 8:30) she has my attention. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If she is going to be busy Saturday morning, she calls Friday night. The same goes with me, if I know I'm going to be busy (or want to sleep in a little) I call her Friday night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She truly does have a special place in my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-48602281421848771482011-06-02T15:39:00.000-05:002011-06-02T15:39:16.865-05:00High on Life..... a sweet boy turns 1<div align="center">Oh Happy Day!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Not only am I off work until Monday, </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Today my heart if full as I sit here watching my sweet ONE year old nap on the couch next to me, I can't help but think of laughs, songs, games, smiles, and tears I have shared with this little one over the past year. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I never thought I could love someone so much.</div><div align="center">When you're happy, I'm happy</div><div align="center">When you hurt, I hurt</div><div align="center">When you're cry, I want to sit and cry with you.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">When you wrap you little hand around my fingers, my heart melts</div><div align="center">When you look up at me, smile and say 'iy' (hi) when I walk into a room, my heart melts</div><div align="center">When you grab your favorite blanket and your beloved pacifier to curl into my lap just to cuddle, my heart melt</div><div align="center">When you sit in my lap as I read to you and you look up at me with amazement, my heart melts</div><div align="center">When you take my face in your hands and plant a big slobbery kiss on my cheek, my heart melts.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">You are my inspiration to be a better person, to slow down, to live in the present, and to enjoy every minute.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">You are my Sunshine!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Happy Birthday Oliver!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-9987321100948549872011-05-30T13:21:00.000-05:002011-05-30T13:21:24.946-05:00A day to remember... Happy Memorial Day<div align="center">Happy Memorial Day!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">To all of the brave men and women who have paid the ultimate price... and to the ones who still fight for our country, our freedom...</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-45690313688386075432011-05-29T22:56:00.000-05:002011-05-29T22:56:18.470-05:00it's hard to believe it's almost been a year<div align="center">Happy {rainy} Sunday!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So we had bbq plans today, however mother nature had other plans for us.</div><div align="center"> I don't remember this much rain last year. As a matter of fact, last year was HOT and HUMID. </div><div align="center">I was miserable. I was cranky. I was annoyed with everyone and everything. </div><div align="center">Was it because it was so hot or was it that I was almost 40 week pregnant?</div><div align="center">Either way, I wasn't happy.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">As I sit hear wishing I was having fun in the sun, I am reflecting on my life</div><div align="center">It's hard to believe that in 4 short days my little Booges is going to be ONE.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Where has this year gone? </div><div align="center">The first year has a mama has been challenging but so rewarding. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I love my little guy more and more every day!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I went to bed the night before he was born with this thought, </div><div align="center">"tomorrow is my due date, and I don't feel any different. I can't go another day being this huge."</div><div align="center">I woke up in the morning, still feeling no different. I waddled my way to the bathroom to pee, wash my face, and brush my teeth. My mom had flown in and was still sleeping. </div><div align="center">Feeling a little on edge, I went and laid down next to her. I woke her up and to tell her I felt nervous.</div><div align="center">During our talk, I must of had a strange look on my face. She asked what was the matter and I replied, </div><div align="center">"I think I just peed the bed"</div><div align="center">I managed to get up and go back to the bathroom... this is when I realized my water had broke.</div><div align="center">OMG! </div><div align="center">I <strike>calmly </strike>walked back in the room to tell her what was going on. </div><div align="center">She was so excited, laughing, crying, and clapping.</div><div align="center"> I then woke Shawn up to tell him, he was in disbelief. </div><div align="center">Really, how many times do you hear of someone going into labor on they actual due date?</div><div align="center">After all, we were told that it was a high possibility that my water wouldn't even brake.</div><div align="center">I took a shower then called my Dr, he said to come on in. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">After the looong drive to the hospital, getting check in, and settled in the most uncomfortable bed ever...</div><div align="center">I still hadn't had one contraction. </div><div align="center">I was checked and was only dilated to a whopping ONE!</div><div align="center">Pitocin was started to 'speed' things up.</div><div align="center">A couple of hours went by, and I was still in good spirits... laughing and joking.</div><div align="center">Yes, I felt light contractions, but nothing to major.</div><div align="center">I was checked again, </div><div align="center">WOW, I went from being dilated to a one to being dilated to a ONE. </div><div align="center">Nothing changed.... besides the pitocin drip being increased. </div><div align="center">Contractions came on a little harder, and closer together... </div><div align="center">but I was still able to manage the (somewhat) pain.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I had decided that I was going to try to go as long as I could without an epidural.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Several more hours past... I was check again... same song and dance... </div><div align="center">I was still a one and the pitocin was increased again.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">OUCH!</div><div align="center">I was no longer Miss Happy Pants.</div><div align="center"> I didn't want anyone to touch or talk to me. </div><div align="center">Nothing was funny anymore and I felt like I was going to die.</div><div align="center">But I still wanted nothing to do with an epidural. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It was the same story ALL.DAY.LONG.</div><div align="center">My pitocin drip had been increased more then the maximum they normally have to give, </div><div align="center">and my contractions were so close together that I didn't even get a change to breath.</div><div align="center">But I just wasn't dilating.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">After 15 hours, the Dr's decided it would be best to prepare me for a c-section.</div><div align="center">I was so disappointed, a c-section wasn't in MY plan.</div><div align="center">But wanted what was best for me and my baby. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The pitocin was stopped, and the contractions also stopped.</div><div align="center">I was being prepared for surgery... and was scared.</div><div align="center">After being rolled into the very cold operating room,</div><div align="center">the anesthesiologist came in and gave me the dreaded epidural.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Everything seemed to be happening so fast, </div><div align="center">yet I felt like I was in a dream where everything was in slow motion. </div><div align="center">It took about a half hour... then I heard it... the cry that changed my life forever. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I saw my perfect little 7lb 5oz boy and fall in love instantly. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-47156713117144833682011-05-25T23:34:00.000-05:002011-05-25T23:34:52.988-05:00High On Life... YAY!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am so excited for this new weekly linky party hosted by 2 VERY sweet ladies, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Heather of <a href="http://jhlm3.blogspot.com/">Some Kind of Wonderful</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Christina of <a href="http://christinaburchette.blogspot.com/">My Silly Life</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Through blogging, I can honestly say that I have gotten to know both of these lovelies and am happy to say they are my friends..... I would LOVE to one day meet them in person. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Go check out their blogs........now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And link up to their fun Party. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For today's High On Life... I want to tell you about my Grandmother... my Memaw. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This woman is not only one of my greatest inspirations, but she is one of the most thoughtful people I know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't even know where to start, there are so many wonderful things she has done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(I'm just gonna start writing and hope it all makes sense in the end)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Memaw is my dad's mother. She and my Grandpa raised him and my 3 uncles... and had no girls. When I was born, her first grand daughter... she treated me like I was her own, and still does. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I would spend EVERY weekend with her, there was no other place I wanted to be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Getting dressed up in fancy dresses, hats and gloves with her just to go to the grocery store is one of my favorite childhood memories. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Growing up she was Santa, the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She never forgot a birthday a graduation, or a first dance. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was always there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Besides my mom, she has to be one of my biggest cheerleaders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Memaw has always encouraged me to be me... and to be the best me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If I ever need to talk to someone, vent, or just need a good laugh, I know she is just a phone call away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How that I'm a mother, I see what my mom seen in her when I was a child, something greater then love. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She has sent Oliver a card for all of his first... all of his first Holiday's, his first steps, his first tooth, even the first time he slept through the night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's this thoughtfulness that means a great deal to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is encouraging him and cheering him on in his life and she doesn't even know it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is her <em>Master Oliver</em>... that is what she calls him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She says ' my sweet great grandson is a Master Man with a big plan'. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Memaw inspires me to be a better person... she has taught me to treat others the way I want to be treated.. The Golden Rule. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She taught me this, not by telling me, but by showing me in her own actions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-73623460452152489752011-05-23T21:31:00.000-05:002011-05-23T21:31:51.946-05:00Idiosyncrasy = weirdness<div align="center">Hello Monday! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I only worked half a day which was nice. I got a little me time. </div><div align="center">I stopped by one of my favorite bead stores and picked up a few little treasures, I can't wait to see what I make with them.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Hmm! Maybe a little 'made with love' giveaway)</span></div><div align="center">Then I browsed Ulta for a bit.. I desperately needed a new face powder</div><div align="center">It felt good, but I was happy to come home to a smiling little boy who was happy to have his mama home early.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Now, on to the fun stuff.... </div><div align="center">I saw this fun little link up on <a href="http://jhlm3.blogspot.com/">Heather's</a> blog and it looked like a lot of fun. </div><div align="center">You can link up <a href="http://shayandcoop.blogspot.com/">here</a> and share all things weird about you.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Idiosyncrasy</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(I think every time I write or say Idiosyncrasy, I pronounce it different... every time, which is a little weird in itself)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em>Idiosyncrasy-from Ancient Greek ἰδιοσυγκρασία, idiosynkrasía, "a peculiar temperament", "habit of body" is defined as an individualizing quality or characteristic of a person or group, and is often used to express eccentricity or peculiarity.</em></span></div><br />
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* I have a slight obsession with scrapbook/craft paper! I love all the textures, colors, and patterns. When it's on sale at Hobby Lobby...... I can't control myself. But it just gets put away, I hardly us it.<br />
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* Every time I buy a new nail polish, I tend to always just paint my left thumb nail and leave it like that for a day or 2 to see if the color is gonna work for me. If it works then I paint them all. If i don't like it, it comes off and I start over. (btw, my left thumb is painted a greenish blue color, I LOVE IT! so guess what I'm doing today?)<br />
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* I love the way bookstores smell. When I buy a book, I will pick up a hard cover over a soft cover because I don't like the way a soft cover curls.<br />
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* I hate shaving my legs... honestly I really don't do it all winter. A little gross and weird? Maybe! ok, yes it is. (note to self... buy some Nair) um, don't worry I shave my armpits everyday...... now is that weird?<br />
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* I don't like the sound of someone chewing on ice... but LOVE to chew ice myself (it's a little double standard, I know)<br />
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* I love pickles, I mean really love pickles!! Open a jar and give me a fork!<br />
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* I have 2 cell phones... and no one is not for work. When I moved to Chicago from Denver I wasn't ready to give everything up.. so I kept my Denver number. Well being here for so long, of course I wanted/needed a local number so I just added a line to my plan, so now I have both. <br />
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* Speaking of that, I've had the same {Denver} number since I was 18....... that would be 11 years.<br />
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* I don't know how to ration my conditioner. When I buy shampoo and conditioner, I have to buy 2 bottles of conditioner to every 1 bottle of shampoo. In the shower, I shampoo once and condition twice, and I mean 2 big heaping handfuls of conditioner. I don't know why I do this.. but I've done it for years, and do see myself stopping. <br />
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* I have a (slight) magazine obsession.. it doesn't matter if it celebrity gossip, the Oprah magazine, or various parenting ones... I love them. I <strike>hoard</strike> keep them for a long time before getting rid of them. When I buy a new one... I find a comfy place to sit and start reading... from back to front.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-65092585804862911472011-05-23T21:00:00.000-05:002011-05-23T21:00:03.509-05:00Oliver's first blog postaswzmmmmmmmm.,;.l<br />
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</div><div align="center"><em>"hello mama's friends... I'm going to bed early so she can catch up on her post"</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">With that being said, I'm off to read all of your recent post, and hopefully get a post in myself. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-26219048789166103542011-05-18T23:17:00.000-05:002011-05-18T23:17:25.516-05:00family love<div align="center">It's Wednesday! I smell Friday, what about you? </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">During my trip to Denver in March, we took family pictures.</div><div align="center">Pictures with my mom and brother... something that was well over due. </div><div align="center">I think I was 13 the last time we had a family picture together. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I have taken Oliver for pictures every 3 months... I'm sure now that he's almost ONE that will change </div><div align="center">to twice a year or so... we'll see. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-53429311203814737352011-05-16T23:49:00.003-05:002011-05-16T23:58:32.163-05:00meet me on monday<div align="center">We got through Monday... YAY! and I have zero inspiration today.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Mrs. Sweet <a href="http://christinaburchette.blogspot.com/">Christina</a> joined a Monday link up.. and I'm gonna tag along. </div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center">(you can find meet me on monday link up <a href="http://nevergrowingold.blogspot.com/search/label/Meet%20Me%20On%20Monday">here</a>)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>1. Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hmm... good question. I used to do only smooth peanut butter, but bought crunchy not to long ago by mistake, and let's just say... IT WAS A GOOD MISTAKE! I love it. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
<strong>2. What is your favorite color Rose?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm not a huge fan of roses, I'm more of a white daisy or wild flower kinda girl. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But if I had to pick a rose, I think white claire austin roses are beautiful</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<strong>4. What is your favorite season?</strong></div><div align="center">Hand down, fall/spring.. I love flip flops and scarves... and I can wear them both during these months... perfect weather</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>5. Approximately how many hours a day do you spend blogging?</strong></div><div align="center">Some days way to many, other's not enough... on average and hour or 2</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-47483401075544854222011-05-14T20:14:00.000-05:002011-05-14T20:14:55.163-05:00saturday babbling<div align="center">HAPPY SATURDAY!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I can't believe it's Saturday already... where did this past week go?</div><div align="center">It was a really fast ride! I guess that's what happens when your being a busy bee.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Between working many hours at work, and coming home to a cranky teething boy, and preparing for a </div><div align="center">walk-a-thon (that I walked this morning)... it didn't leave every much room for blogging or 'me' time. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But I'm back today... extremely tired and ready for a nap.</div><div align="center">However, the dishes are piling up, and the never ending mounds of laundry need to get done. </div><div align="center">It doesn't matter that my toes are screaming for a pedicure and my nail look horrible...and let's not mention the dark circles under my eyes that seem to be getting darker, ha.</div><div align="center">(the small sacrifices us mama's give up for the sake of our bundles of joy, and life)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Oliver and I did a early morning walk-a-thon for Royal Family Kids Camp. </div><div align="center">It's an organization that sends kids that have been taken away from their homes and placed in foster care due to abuse or neglect to a week long camp, in efforts to help them build loving and positive memories.</div><div align="center"> We walked (well I walked and Oliver rode comfy in the stroller) for 3 miles and we raised $145.00, which is $45 over my goal. I was pretty pleased. It was a cold and windy morning, but time well spent.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Well, I work the top half of this post around 11:30 this morning and it's now 8pm.. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I was going to say I was off to see where the rest of my day would lead me, but stopped mid sentence because Oliver had started his favorite past time activity... going through the trash, GROSS! </div><div align="center">I guess he thought I wasn't paying attention and he would actually get away with it... well he didn't. </div><div align="center">It lead to a mini melt down, followed by a 3 hour nap... for the both of us. YAY!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We've been lazy all evening, and it feels good. I guess the dishes and laundry will get done, hmm... tomorrow.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Ok, that's it for now.. </div><div align="center">I'm going to my remote and blanket that is calling my name on the couch, and gonna snuggle next to that sweet boy that calls me mama. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-24893912055695080532011-05-07T09:59:00.000-05:002011-05-07T09:59:37.429-05:00Before I was Mom...<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Before I was a Mom,</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I never tripped over toys.<br />
I had never been puked on, <br />
Pooped on,<br />
Chewed on, <br />
Peed on. <br />
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. <br />
I slept all night. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>Before I was a Mom,</b> <br />
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could give shots. <br />
I never looked into teary eyes and cried. <br />
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. <br />
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>Before I was a Mom,</b> <br />
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. <br />
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop his hurt. <br />
I never knew that something so small could affect my life... so much. <br />
I never knew that I could love someone... so much. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I never knew I would love being a Mom... so much. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>Before I was a Mom,</b> <br />
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. <br />
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. <br />
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. <br />
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>Before I was a Mom,</b> <br />
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. <br />
I had never known the warmth, <br />
the joy, <br />
the love, <br />
the heartache, <br />
the wonderment <br />
the satisfaction of being a Mom. <br />
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Renae</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-52160506743252390252011-05-03T23:01:00.000-05:002011-05-03T23:01:38.159-05:00a little craft for my mama<div align="center">It's the 2nd day of the week... I smell Friday, it's right around the corner</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So every year for the last several years I have gotten my mama a white carnation corsage for </div><div align="center">Mother's Day...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It's said that on Mother's Day, and you are a mother you are supposed to wear a red carnation if your mother is still living and a white one if she's gone to fly with the Angels. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well my grandmother passed away almost 17 years ago.. since then, on Mother's Day my mama gets a sweet little white carnation. I feel like it not only a way for me to honor my mama, but my Grandma as well. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">As simple as it may be... it's always a challenge for me, see she has EVERY single one I've given her. </div><div align="center">She has a framed picture of my grandmother on her wall, and after Mother's Day, she tacks the courage on it.</div><div align="center">I try to make sure they are a little different each year. </div><div align="center">I normal order one for her and have it shipped... I made one a few years ago, and decided to give it a try again this year. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I wasn't sure about the flower, or the red thingys.... but made it work. </div><div align="center">I seen this sweet little fabric flower in the craft store and it looked like a carnation to me (kinda) but it was so plain but didn't know what I wanted to do with it. I was going to add little flowers and ribbon, but couldn't think of a color that I liked, or haven't already done for her. </div><div align="center">So I called my mom and said</div><div align="center"> 'mom, don't think about it.. what color do you think about when I say Oliver'</div><div align="center">she obviously said</div><div align="center"> 'red'</div><div align="center">Why red, I don't know... but it's what she got. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It's being shipped to her tomorrow.. and I hope she loves it. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289039194607696776.post-53803253818309114132011-05-02T23:47:00.000-05:002011-05-02T23:47:26.838-05:0011 months today...<div align="center">It's Monday... </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Normally Monday's are hectic, and yes this one was, getting back to reality from the weekend is never fun. </div><div align="center">But today we are celebrating Mr Oliver's 11 months, which makes it a Great Monday.</div><div align="center">I don't know where they went, but it's been a blast. </div><div align="center">I can't believe that this time next month I'll be blowing up balloons and hanging streamers,</div><div align="center">my heart is full!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace and Love</div><div style="text-align: left;">XOXO,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Renae</div>Renaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910589190744175614noreply@blogger.com5