tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13997526031120447742024-02-19T08:39:12.024-07:00 crackerjackgirl.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-80115117991120255962015-02-02T16:05:00.000-07:002015-02-02T16:06:58.059-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Read my son's mind...</div>
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Remember that Nickelodeon show, Rugrats? The babies could talk and walk and have full on conversations and adventures and then one episode it's from the parents perspective and the Rugrats are all goo goo ga ga, bla la, mah nah... Making absolutely no sense at all.... now, that I have a rugrat of my own I constantly wonder what goes on in that brain of his. Max LOVES going under his high chair and under the bar stools and just sits there playing and talking for long periods of time. Climbs in and out, over and up, stands up, talks to the seat, sits down, giggles. It is adorable. But what is he thinking, saying. He'll crawl to our glass doors and peer outside, talking to the birds and bugs, watching the leaves rustle in the wind. He is very content to talk and sing to his high chair, playing with the buckle, scooting the chair around the kitchen. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> [Stay small and innocent little love.] </span></div>
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I am currently planning his first birthday party, I have already shed thousands of tears over this momentous occasion. Why do kids have to grow up? t-minus 10 days until I have a one year old, a ONE year old! If you need me, I will be hiding in my house, blubbering my eyes out, savoring the last few days of my sons first year of life. </div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-89847879716673930352015-01-26T17:34:00.001-07:002015-01-26T17:35:58.344-07:00I know. It's been forever.... <div><br></div><div>I have a son, and he shares. Just this week he started taking food and offering it to me. Can he be any cuter?</div><div><br></div><div>Jan 3, he started to clap. And he loves it. Anytime anyone says yay, he claps. He also gets petrified during football games when Mr. yells at the tv. So we've had to turn that into cheering and clapping. Teaching him the classic touchdown arms up as well. </div><div><br></div><div>Max is so close to walking. If he wanted to he already would be. He runs around the house "using" his walker. He can get down off the couch all by himself. He's mastered the staircase and loves music.</div><div>Enough with the bragging, I mean update...</div><div><br></div><div>He turns one, NEXT MONTH! Let me go cry...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-1494648190352584402014-10-16T13:42:00.001-07:002014-10-16T13:42:06.016-07:00Teeth crawler<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCt0XXhTzoWh4iUpF-Ri7sJ0rgcXFvnGoM7SrgGVp-w4B3se2q4VriOEcWenqkA8AogMd6a1MLnTpIaEZiykS2nskgHPGl6qZLdowINTW2Yc0VpOTa-zt_Lo41VBgUsMETDTD6oXwOVSH/s640/blogger-image-1901341269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCt0XXhTzoWh4iUpF-Ri7sJ0rgcXFvnGoM7SrgGVp-w4B3se2q4VriOEcWenqkA8AogMd6a1MLnTpIaEZiykS2nskgHPGl6qZLdowINTW2Yc0VpOTa-zt_Lo41VBgUsMETDTD6oXwOVSH/s640/blogger-image-1901341269.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>This little boy of ours has teeth and is crawling! Time is flying so fast I almost forgot to post his 8 month photos on Sunday. I had no idea it was already the 12th again! I really should start posting his photos here and not just on Instagram. (jaimerayyan)<div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9ef2RLemAdDjAr7p94CCeSFdyU_zRtQmr4BtwqTmRczk4iiskJDup5Vilz_7XJzHDlPjc7T0b67uIkJpLrXO3cRC0cJ0V55y6-WwETYnDfzWxLVPsHiZ_onmZ2wr8QFeN06aa89ViAX6/s640/blogger-image--1549783218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9ef2RLemAdDjAr7p94CCeSFdyU_zRtQmr4BtwqTmRczk4iiskJDup5Vilz_7XJzHDlPjc7T0b67uIkJpLrXO3cRC0cJ0V55y6-WwETYnDfzWxLVPsHiZ_onmZ2wr8QFeN06aa89ViAX6/s640/blogger-image--1549783218.jpg"></a></div><br><div>We're currently in the process of talking Mr. into getting grass for our backyard and trying to decide on our Halloween costumes. I think I've finally figured out our costumes and am going to attempt to sew Max's! Fingers crossed I can remember all the sewing tricks, I did make my senior prom dress, thanks mom for teaching me!</div><div>And the grass... I think we've convinced Mr. we need grass, however the timeline of when is still up for debate. I believe we need to do it now so we can enjoy it this fall and even more so this spring! Max will be running around before we know it and we'll definitely need the extra outdoor space so he can run all his crazy energy out. Plus, almost time to play catch with dad in the backyard! </div><div>Today we escaped to the train park with some friends and we absolutely enjoyed laying on our blanket in the grass. Definitely did not help Mr.'s want for me to "maybe, hopefully" forget about grass for now. Don't think that'll happen ;) </div><div>Hope you're enjoying the nice weather as much as we are! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlWRJErfMfy_iXr2n_uQh_JNrnO0wrQ5VsoT-P_c99Rbi4vIwRFgq-oZoltlMhUGekL7oWAMNFFdFNBveM_FLPCyZdk4eBcZ6dWnxioU65BgM9FSeD2EHihhWbecQ74Qdl1Gq5xTnRUiU/s640/blogger-image-147947015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlWRJErfMfy_iXr2n_uQh_JNrnO0wrQ5VsoT-P_c99Rbi4vIwRFgq-oZoltlMhUGekL7oWAMNFFdFNBveM_FLPCyZdk4eBcZ6dWnxioU65BgM9FSeD2EHihhWbecQ74Qdl1Gq5xTnRUiU/s640/blogger-image-147947015.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-47275071619048438062014-09-24T11:15:00.001-07:002014-09-24T11:15:51.667-07:00Peeking through<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3R8X21D4JsUx1BXEjrJvHirYD_1220xJX5Q-hWKj5LQRbc-QYZ6ySO-bNkPHIqZ-43RrKbLjuaqY0QrlMRLuPu4sYBYHsy3IoTC1QYdxcxrBP0mGNIUSdfWUDHoMKHmMA-JryRban864/s640/blogger-image-212166913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3R8X21D4JsUx1BXEjrJvHirYD_1220xJX5Q-hWKj5LQRbc-QYZ6ySO-bNkPHIqZ-43RrKbLjuaqY0QrlMRLuPu4sYBYHsy3IoTC1QYdxcxrBP0mGNIUSdfWUDHoMKHmMA-JryRban864/s640/blogger-image-212166913.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You may not see it, but I feel it. This right here is the mug of a boy with a tooth that is breaking through. 7 months and 12 days old and here it comes. Where'd my baby go? He is a big boy now! Mr is so ready to feed him steak... Little does he know, it'll be a few years. Max needs his 2 year molars before a nice juicy steak can be had. </div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-15024395940438391572014-09-23T15:19:00.001-07:002014-09-23T15:37:32.379-07:00Sleepy boy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJN3bFlHrfv6WH7cNtf-xr4CdYJYPv8BNOnJy9alznppotuyeF73LKf8dcanHnFy2DePt0hsHHVKaU37dFGrruqCrGCIvcsFmhCZHD7jSpEkNw1mEgyDsnmh5P4t65l4pl4NExGCIQEvEi/s640/blogger-image--936876916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJN3bFlHrfv6WH7cNtf-xr4CdYJYPv8BNOnJy9alznppotuyeF73LKf8dcanHnFy2DePt0hsHHVKaU37dFGrruqCrGCIvcsFmhCZHD7jSpEkNw1mEgyDsnmh5P4t65l4pl4NExGCIQEvEi/s640/blogger-image--936876916.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I still can't believe he is all <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">mine.</span> <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">.</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I was chosen to be this sweet boys mom. </b><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Heavenly Father entrusted me with this sweet being.</b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I'm obsessed with him and beyond grateful that I was chosen to be his mom</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">. </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">His personality is really starting to show, and since the beginning I've said I think he will be funny, and boy is he. I want to savor every single moment and I could stare at him sleeping all day long. I have always wanted to be a mom and it has been everything I ever imagined and more. There is nothing else in the world I would rather do than take care of my son, my family & our house. Mr. is incredible for affording me the opportunity to be a stay at home mom. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Max is starting to crawl, for real. He's army crawling and keeps popping up on his knees. He'll be really cruising in no time. He's also babbling away like crazy. He is a talker! "Mamammaaaaa". Still no teeth, but we're getting there. I'm in no hurry for those suckers to pop out, gummy bites hurt enough while nursing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Jacque & Beau are in town! Tonight is date night and most of my siblings and their spouses and my parents are all going to eat at The Melting Pot, then go to glowe putt for glow in the dark mini golf! We have so much fun planned for this week. Sunday, everyone got together to welcome Jacque & Beau with a steak dinner. Last night,we did homemade pizzas and watched the bears game. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> Tonight is date night, no kids allowed! Max is staying with his taita & cieto (Mr.s parents). The rest of the week we have plans to build tepees for the kids, eat waffles from the waffluv truck, hit up top golf, watch some more football games, ikea, have a game night and tons more. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We love having Jacque & Beau here, I think they should move here! We got Jennelle and Clint here, now it's time to work and Jacque & Beau. </span></div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-4653942909447148992014-07-24T17:20:00.000-07:002014-07-24T17:20:09.641-07:00teething.I feel inclined to post... Today has been a whirlwind day. Max is in the midst of teething, and boy has it got him down. He can't sleep for more than 15 minutes without waking in tears. Running a slight fever, my poor guy is just miserable. I wish you could call the tooth fairy to come take away the pain of teething, now that is something worth a dollar, or a hundred.<br />
Besides the woes of teething, Max is trying hard as he might to crawl. He can not figure out the arms and legs together. He is either up on his knees, face planted firmly on the ground, arms sprawled out to the sides or upward dog, up on his hands, and legs straight out behind him.<br />
This day last year we told Mr's parents we were expecting, they could not believe it. Frankly, neither could we. We knew we wanted to start a family right away, but honestly, a honeymoon baby... Huge surprise. <br />
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All our lives we are waiting for something to happen, the weekend, birthdays, holidays, vacations. Me, I like where I am at and what I am doing. I have no need for a time machine to speed up life up. It's time to dance in the kitchen and sing in the shower, and just live my happily ever after. </div>
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I find myself 4 months 10 days 1 hour and 41 mins since the time my son was born. Life sure knows how to fast forward. Mr. keeps saying he can not wait for Max to run and talk and be able to play football with him; me, I just want time to stand still. Max has already lost his newborn infant look. He is a boy, a little man, with a great personality. He is so incredibly funny. All the time I find him giving me these silly looks and his constant giggles and that big, toothless, gummy smile, I melt. I revel in these first moments of Max's life. I will never get them back.</div>
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Recently, I was asked if I miss my "me time". Time alone to do whatever I want. And honestly, no, I don't. My son feels like an extension of me, as though I have grown a third arm. I would not know what to do if my days were not spent with him. My life revolves around this beautiful boy of mine. Being a mom is the best calling in life, and being able to be a stay at home mom is one of life's greatest blessing. If it were not for Mr., I would not be afforded this incredible life, so a million times over I thank you again and again.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mr.'s alarm went off for work, we woke to a normal Wednesday morning, I rolled my-whale-of-a-self out of bed, heading directly for the restroom. When you're pregnant you always know where the nearest bathroom is. When you go into a store you use it, if you are there for longer than 20 minutes you use it again, and then once more as you exit the store. Using the restroom in those last weeks may have been one of the most annoying parts. You literally use the restroom, walk out and practically turn around and go right back in. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At first we try to time contractions, I was feeling tightening, but no real pain, we give up. I shower, blow dry my hair, get dressed, make a peanut butter sandwich, finish packing hospital bags and then install the car seat. - See, that was on our smallish list of things left to do before baby came. We literally had planned to install his car seat that very night, once Mr. got home from work. Picture this, me, very hugely pregnant, having tightenings, pretty uncomfortable with Mr., trying to install this car seat. I have worked with a car seat many a times, however, Mr. is quite green when it comes to any thing baby. We were quite the sight to see. -</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We arrive at Shea Hospital, only to have a team awaiting us, and we meet our angel of a nurse, ironically with the same name as my older sister, Janelle. No triage for me, directly to the birthing suites, which means no extra poking and prodding! Mr.'s youngest sister works at Shea Hospital. Not only does she work there, but she just so happens to work in the OB registration department and who do you think picked up the phone when Dr. L called and prepped the hospital for my arrival? She had tried calling and texting us, but Mr., ignored her call and text her saying we were still at the doctors. Little did we know, Dr. L had spoken directly to her and she knew we were headed her way. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At this time, I was finally having contractions, nothing horrible, but uncomfortable. We get checked in, asked a ton of questions, I give my nurse my birth plan and it all begins. First, a hep-lock. We had prepped for labor by taking bradley classes. (The Bradley Method is all about having a natural, drug-free child birth.) Unfortunately, at the hospital you have to at least have a hep-lock in case of an emergency they can pump stuff in you. Ultimately, it's the iv needle in you, capped off. Then, they monitored baby for 15 minutes, and this continued every hour until he was born. Initially, I tried to walk around the hospital to get things going. The hospital is not the place to walk, there's too much stimulation, too much noise, you can't focus and noise, quite frankly, every little bit made contractions that much more unbearable. Once, we were in the quiet of the suite it was so much easier to focus and relax. The first two hours I birthed in the jacuzzi tub in between baby monitoring. My mom finally arrived about 1:00pm. After the third round of monitoring contractions really intensified. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mr. truly was the best partner, the best coach. I already knew how amazing he was, but in those moments, in that darkened birthing suite, in my weakest moments he was my strength. He held my hand, and rubbed my back, he encouraged me without speaking. He understood all I needed was him by my side. Not many words were spoken once things were in full swing. Eventually, my body tired and I wanted nothing more than to take a nap. The contractions were crashing down one upon another as I hit transition phase, the last big hill before pushing, and in these moments, I did ask for anything, something, just so the contractions would stop and I could take a nap. I knew I could handle labor longer, if only I could just take a nap. Mr. and my mom both soothed me and encouraged that I was fine, that this was it, there was no time for a nap. Let me tell you, transition sucks, it hurts, those contractions crashing down on one another, tire you relentlessly. They tell me I did sleep in between some contractions. I thought I was a heavy breathing banshee, writhing in pain, whimpering, but was told they could hardly hear my breaths, not even Mr.'s sister down the hall at work could hear me. She has told me stories of woman yelling, screaming, crying and it is heard down the hall. Internally, everything goes much differently that what other's partake in. At this time, I was ready to go back in the tub, I asked to have Janelle check me, and then I was going back in the tub. Hot water was so relaxing and it was exactly what I wanted. We paged Janelle, she checked, I was a 9! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hallelujah, all of this really was for something, I was far from the 6 I had been at a few short hours before. Janelle said Dr. L said it was okay to go in to tub, internally, I am screaming uhhh no, I will walk all the way there sit down, just to be told to get out you can't birth in the tub. I remain on my side in the bed, within minutes Dr. L finally arrives, asks Janelle if she has time to change, and Janelle says yes! Internally, I'm thinking, do they not realize it's time, I have got to push, here comes baby. Beyond exhausted, my body is pushing.. It's weird when there's no control, just your body saying, get out child. Mr. asks me if I want to know the color of baby's hair, this in itself gives me my second wind "my baby has hair!". He's there, right there, let's do this. With only 20 minutes of pushing I deliver my beautiful baby boy at 7:13pm, 12 short hours since the time my water broke, 12 days early on the 12th of February. Janelle even stayed on to help me finish out my delivery, even though it was past her shift end, she had to meet this incredible baby.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those first moments are so surreal, you're so outside of your body, and this new baby is so perfect you don't believe it, but you do, because he is right there and nothing in the world matters, except you're in pain and the doctor is poking and prodding. (Nothing really prepares you for that pain, it's a pain without purpose, so it seems worse than the actually delivery). You want to know if he has 10 fingers and 10 toes. What color are his eyes? It is such a whirlwind, and then all is quiet. The room empties and all that's left is baby, the new mom, new dad, grandma, and one nurse who teaches you how to breastfeed your baby and teaches you all that bathroom stuff. (the icky after care you'll be doing for the next few weeks. a short bathroom break has now turned into a 10 minutes ordeal). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They move us to our post-partum room... Seeing the waiting room filled with 20 or more people, they put us into one of the bigger post rooms, which was actually a delivery room at one point. Slowly, baby gets to meet his grandparents, great-grandma, aunts, uncles, cousins, his family. Eventually, finally, it's just baby, Mr., and I. I die for that moment, the moment when it's just us 3. We get to revel in the newness of this beautiful soul we've been chosen to be parents of. I do not know how we got any sleep that night. Mr. was so sweet, letting me sleep while he held baby so that I knew he was safe and secure. Or, more for his own surety of this new tiny human being taken care of. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Labor and delivery is a privilege. Not all women get to experience the labor of love that is childbearing. That in itself it is a miracle. Those moments I will never forget. Already, the pain of it has subsided and you truly do manage to forget how much it actually hurt, but all the details, will never be forgotten. Once you have accomplished that marathon of a day, you truly feel you could do anything, even childbearing again. </span></div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-44585779670072924532014-03-21T16:41:00.001-07:002014-03-21T16:41:37.639-07:0080 days of 2014<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holidays are over. New year has begun, and yet it feels like things have begun all over again for the second time already. I promise I only blinked and yet, here we are 1/4 of the way through 2014. Baby is here and life could not be better. We had a whirlwind of a time since the ball dropped New Years Eve. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">January: Countdown really began for arrival of tiny human Rayyan. A lot to prepare for and a baby shower to be had. About a week before the baby shower I came down with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PUPPS" target="_blank">Puppps</a>. I was pretty miserable for almost two weeks. Luckily, I found two saving graces, Grandpa's pine tar soap while taking a cold shower (so miserable in January) and ice packs. Husband was amazing and would get me new cold packs at 2:00am when the itching tended to be the worst. I am extremely fortunate that the itching subsided within 10 days. Some woman report that they itch until birth and sometimes, even after. The rash stuck around for awhile longer, however the worst part, itching, lasted just under two weeks. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The baby shower Julie threw was fabulous. Book themed, the food table was full of children's books and coordinating foods. Every guest was asked to bring a book to start out baby's library. Boy, were we spoiled. I love to read and have loved reading to baby in-utero and since his arrival. This boy sure is loved. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day after the baby shower, my Grandpa Temple passed away. That whole following week was a blur, funeral arrangements, viewing, funeral, luncheon. We were lucky enough to see him on his final day. His whole last few weeks went by in whirlwind. Over the holidays he had been sick and we unfortunately didn't get to spend his last holidays together. New Years we found out he had lung and brain cancer. They gave him a few months to live, 12 days later he passed. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next three weeks were dedicated to anything and everything baby. Dr's appointments, stocking up on diapers, groceries, cleaning house, writing thank you notes. We thought we had longer, but baby had a mind of his own. We had a list, smallish at this point, of things we still wanted to get done before baby came. We even had a little date planned for valentine's day, kind of our last date night out. Wednesday, February 12, one month to the day since my Grandpa's passing, and Mr.'s alarm goes off. I rouse with my morning bathroom stop, being 9 months pregnant, not surprising this is my first activity of the morning, only to find my water has broken. Twelve hours later I am holding my baby boy in my arms. (Birth story to come tomorrow).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which brings us to today, Friday, March 21 as our perfect little family of three. The past 5 weeks have been filled with diapers, feedings, sleep and lack thereof, and tons of dr's appointments, oh and thank you notes that have still yet to go out. I fail, major on that one. Hoping to finally get those out next week. *fingers crossed* </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here I sit, so blessed to be a stay at home mom, with the absolute cutest baby ever, who grunts relentlessly, and the best husband a wife could ask for. From the moment my water broke, even before, I have had the best support from my Mr. Starting with taking our Bradley birthing classes, to helping ease my pregnancy pains, and being the most kick A labor coach, honestly, I could not ask for more. I am blessed beyond words. </span></div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-50546357897795251352013-12-02T17:38:00.001-07:002013-12-02T17:38:11.496-07:00big things are happening<div style="text-align: center;">
It's been over 5 months since I posted anything.</div>
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Life is going fast, almost too fast.</div>
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But that's okay, because big things are happening.</div>
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The biggest, being my belly. </div>
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The last time I posted, I knew we were pregnant. We found out on father's day. We couldn't believe it... We always knew we wanted to start a family right away, and apparently that was in our plans. A honeymoon baby of all things. Isa and I decided to keep it a secret for awhile. It was really fun to have that secret for over a month, we almost caved numerous times, but we wanted to see the doctor first and then we finally told our families in July. Everyone was so ecstatic, such a surreal moment. </div>
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And now, here we are months later, the holidays in full force and baby boy Rayyan due at the end of February. Life could not be more insane and perfect at the same time. </div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-71763042387342821742013-06-26T10:12:00.003-07:002013-06-26T10:13:52.044-07:00mr & mrs.<div style="text-align: center;">
we did it! we're married!</div>
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and life still has not slowed down.</div>
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furnishing our house, decorating, is taking all of our energy. plus changing my name...<br />
TIME CONSUMING.</div>
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i still haven't even downloaded our photos/videos from our honeymoon.</div>
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this weekend, i plan to relax, catch up on the bachelorette, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[haven't watched one episode this season yet!] </span>go on a triple date with my sister & brother and their spouses, hopefully download photos/videos from honeymoon and just relax some more. maybe find some curtains for our bedroom. it sure does get bright in there super early.</div>
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i love married life. </div>
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and love my husband even more ;)</div>
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maybe this weekend i'll even get around to a post about the wedding week & wedding day!</div>
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stay tuned.</div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-29586770003959911132013-03-11T14:59:00.000-07:002013-03-11T14:59:04.553-07:00?!@**@house#@?!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
getting married gives you no time for anything else.</div>
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especially blogging.</div>
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and with my sister getting married too, all things around here are <b>wedding</b>.</div>
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well, except one thing.</div>
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<b>OUR HOUSE!</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">fiance' and i have <u>our house</u>!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">we have started fixing it up a little.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">landscape.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">not too much, but a lot at the same time.</span></div>
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it is seriously the perfect first house: <i>we are in love with it! </i></div>
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now to furnish it... neither of us have much furniture to bring in, so we get to shop :)</div>
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#1 item being a couch.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">[i can not wait to have everything moved in and for isa to move in after we get married!!!]</span></div>
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YAY! YAY! YAY!</div>
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75 days people!!!</div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-62223420829179734202013-02-06T12:38:00.001-07:002013-02-06T12:38:24.125-07:00february<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">can NOT believe it is already february.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ever since oct 24, time has flown by.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">last month was a great month.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">went to LA for a weekend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">hung with sidekick.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">got free teeth whitening from a patient as wedding gift. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>awesome gift! </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">packed and moved.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">sad. but so exciting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">leaving my home for the past 21/2 years was so sad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>i had the best roommate ever.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now i am temporarily at my parents. my whole life in one room & partial garage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">but great things are happening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">engagement pictures this weekend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">valentine's day next thursday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">wedding registry. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we'll be moving me into our home in no time!</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">happy february! </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i hope to update more often.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">will post engagement pictures after i get them :) :) :)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span><i>we are almost to the 100 day mark!</i></div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-76502112941389602462013-01-15T09:56:00.003-07:002013-01-15T09:56:36.231-07:00help!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>as you know, my little sister is getting married too!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">april 5.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>two months before me :)</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>and right now they're trying to win a <i>free</i> engagement session!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>so please go to this <a href="https://www.facebook.com/alissamelodyphoto" target="_blank">facebook page</a></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>like the photographers page</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>and then like jacquelyn temple's photo!</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">**you have to like the photographers page and jacque's photo for it to count!**</span> </b></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">this photo, in case you only know me and not my little sister</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-10779002653665204372013-01-14T13:02:00.005-07:002013-01-14T13:02:58.187-07:00happy new year!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">we are getting married this year!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">4 months 11 days 2 hours 5<span style="font-size: small;">7</span> minutes.</span></b></span></div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-84379118610365649572012-12-19T09:44:00.005-07:002012-12-19T09:44:43.670-07:00[seven]<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>happy birthday to our oldest niece, sophie!</b></div>
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she is 7 today.</div>
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the sweetest girl we know.</div>
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can't wait to celebrate tonight with her!</div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-56491996610208528482012-12-18T17:14:00.001-07:002012-12-18T17:14:37.699-07:00stephanie.<div style="text-align: center;">
stephanie is a good friend from middle school and part of high school </div>
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and then she moved to colorado. </div>
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we played volleyball together and had tons of fun on club volleyball trips.</div>
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<b>right now she is in the middle of the battle of her life, for her life. </b></div>
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go here to read all about her journey:</div>
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<a href="http://derailingmydiagnosis.com/" target="_blank">derailing my diagnosis</a></div>
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and here to donate and help stephanie fight her battle:</div>
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<a href="http://www.gofundme.com/stephaniemadsenfund" target="_blank">help stephanie fight</a> </div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-73668787908090216852012-12-06T16:56:00.002-07:002012-12-06T16:56:38.620-07:0006 december 2003<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the very first date.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">movie at desert ridge during the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i grabbed his hand first.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">saw his auntie mai & little cousins dani & nikki at the splash pad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">then, dairy queen to share a cookie dough blizzard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> also, had to make a stop at safeway and pick up soda for my dad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">then he went to work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the end.</span></div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-34863387962427169252012-12-03T21:12:00.003-07:002012-12-03T21:12:35.303-07:005-25-13<div style="text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and apparently i have never posted a real pic of my ring, enjoy!</td></tr>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-14913597793215489012012-11-29T12:10:00.003-07:002012-11-29T12:10:48.122-07:00introducing...<div style="text-align: center;">
my newest niece, niece #5, makes me an aunt for the <u>12th time</u>!</div>
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<b>kate indira temple</b></div>
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<i>7:25 pm</i></div>
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<i>7lbs 9 oz</i></div>
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<i>20 3/4 inches long</i></div>
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she is absolutely adorable!</div>
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can't wait to meet her :)</div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-50954075332744769282012-11-06T11:23:00.001-07:002012-11-06T11:23:56.199-07:00election day.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i voted today. did you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">no matter how you vote, it's a privilege to be able to vote.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">you have a voice, let it be heard. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>**O say, does that star spangled banner yet wave<br />O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave**</b></i></span></div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-32557501871788393632012-11-01T14:43:00.001-07:002012-11-01T14:46:19.549-07:00the proposal. <div style="text-align: center;">
i asked <strike>boyfriend</strike> <span class="hw">fiancé</span> to type up his version of the proposal, seeing as it was his he prepared<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> -</b></span></span><br />
<i>this is is what he sent me:</i><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">then he sent me this:</span></span></u><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2012</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I rushed home after work to start setting everything up for <span style="font-size: x-small;">t</span>he proposal.
As soon as I walked through the door to my parents house my sisters
started to freak out <i>excessively</i>. <b>Almost excited as I was</b>. We rushed
outside to <span style="font-size: x-small;">start</span> setting up candles and <span class="yshortcuts cs4-visible" id="lw_1351721256_0"><span style="font-size: x-small;">flower</span> petals</span>
near the outdoor bar. We also<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>placed one candle on each step
going up to the balcony, as well as flower petals. I had thought about
making a large heart made out of candles on the balcony so we
started to do that as well. Then <span style="font-size: x-small;">I</span> placed flower petals in the heart and all over the balcony. We realized it was was a little too dark
out so we ran down stairs and grabbed Large candles(2 feet tall) and
placed them around the perimeter of the balcony for more light. I then
got dressed in my <span style="font-size: x-small;">B</span>lack suit
and went down stairs to talk with my sisters. I told my sister
Christina to stay in her room so there would be less people down stairs
and for her to help me light the candles when Jaime showed up. I told
Donna and Megan that when Jaime gets here to ask her to grab some water
bottles from the outdoor refrigerator for their movie night. <i>(My sisters
invited her over for a girls movie night)</i> When she would walk out there
she would see an arrow made out of candles leading her to the balcony
where I would be standing. <b>Explaining that to them made me so nervous.</b>
All of a sudden Megan tells me she got a text from Jaime saying she is
on her way over.<i> My sisters then started to freak out with excitement
all over again.</i> Before we knew it we saw Jaime's car pull up in front of
the house so I immediately ran up stairs to the balcony to wait. Then I
start hearing noises coming from my sisters Donna's room which looks out
over the balcony. I walk over
real quick and notice my 3 sisters and cousin Jessy looking through the
window to watch everything, <b>which made me even more nervous</b>. I walked
back to my spot behind the candled heart and waited for Jaime to come
up. Before I knew it she was taking her last step up to the balcony
with a huge smile on her face. I then started to notice my cheeks
hurting from the huge smile I was making. She slowly walked towards me
and I to her. I told her I brought her up here because this was the
first place I had told her that I was in love with her. Also that I want
to spend the rest of forever with her. <i>(there were other things I said
but I'll keep that between us) </i>I then went down on one knee and asked
her the question we both wanted me to ask. <b>"Will you marry me?"</b>
Thankfully she didn't keep me waiting too long and responded with a
wonderful<b> "Yes"</b>. I rose back to my feet to kiss her and lift her feet
off the floor with a hug. </span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A
night I'll never forget.</span></span></b></div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-14319457050706547952012-10-31T10:56:00.003-07:002012-11-01T14:54:09.877-07:00happy halloweenie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">tomorrow brings november!</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a new niece! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">megan's birthday.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">clint's birthday.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">khara comes for a visit. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">breaking dawn pt 2.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">fiance's birthday.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>i love november<span style="font-size: small;">!</span></b></span></span></span></div>
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-61225695649648980592012-10-30T04:30:00.000-07:002012-10-30T04:30:01.703-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PERSON!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>JULIE!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">THANK YOU FOR BEING THE BEST FRIEND A GIRL COULD ASK FOR.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I HOPE TODAY IS AMAZING!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I LOVE YOU.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">XOXO</span></div>
Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03232476664441483120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399752603112044774.post-78461432921064115032012-10-25T11:59:00.001-07:002012-10-25T12:02:15.228-07:00first comes love. then comes marriage.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>we're engaged!!!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">OCTOBER 24, 2012</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*engagement story to follow shortly*</span> </span></span></div>
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