tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88072258074664516452024-03-13T23:19:41.569-07:00Baby Baker LoveHailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.comBlogger300125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-10125231465374041072015-02-20T14:29:00.000-08:002015-02-20T14:30:18.667-08:00the walking dead, walking babies and stuff.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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well, it's been awhile since my last post so i thought i'd pipe in for a bit while i'm feeling up to it.<br />
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i vividly remember several days during nap time where i thought to myself, "i should write". bless my poor hustling soul! i mean <i>every single time</i>. nothing was prying this ol' body off the couch. i've been tired yo. two up and at it babes will do it to you. oh yeah, first things first though the baby <i>(who's not really a baby anymore *insert crying whining sad face*)</i> girl is finally walking! it only took her 15 months, but i'm not complaining and i honestly don't know how i convinced myself both times that i was ready for them to walk. dead wrong on both occasions.<br />
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speaking of <i>dead</i>, we've recently developed a thing for the walking dead, <i>you know</i>, the tv show. i know, i know, we are way behind, but the husband signed us up for a free trial of netflix and it's been non-stop walking dead after the kids are in bed <i>(did that just rhyme?)</i>. and we are totally not zombie people. i don't know how they do it. plus, i've trained myself to look away during the gory parts and have only had nightmares once, so there's that.<br />
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oh and the little boy is up to all the best things. i know i say it all the time but three has got to be my favorite. plus, we're finally potty trained. so the two's can kiss it on that one.<br />
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here's some favorite convos and/or things he's said:<br />
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me: "you got pepper on your tooth!"</div>
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ry: "cheeeeeeese!"</div>
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me: "do i have pepper on my teeth?"</div>
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ry: "nooooooo, you got a burger on you teeth!"</div>
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me: "ry do you want another baby?"</div>
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me: "do you want a boy or a girl baby?"</div>
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ry: "boy. can we have another boy? can we have another rylan baker?"</div>
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the other day we went and visited a mother's day out program that we are considering for rylan in the fall. my emotions are all over the place about it. i know he will do great with whatever we decide, but i've been there for <i>all </i>of the moments and i don't want to miss a thing <i>(*cue singing*)</i>. the reality that he's growing up is hitting me square in the face every day now. i'm finding less and less crumbs under his seat at the table and i'm asking more and more of him-the fetching of the diapers and the clothes and such, and he's specifically told us that he's not a baby, he's a boy, he's just rylan. as we were leaving the mother's day out program that we were checking out, he says to me, "i want to go to school." my heart just crumbled on the floor.<br />
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a couple of days later, we were playing in our "classroom" at home and he says the most precious words a stay at home mommy can hear, "mom, i'm so happy you be home with me."<br />
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and all was right in the world.<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-41951821437610472632014-12-01T13:31:00.001-08:002014-12-02T13:07:24.138-08:00rylan and the threenager.i'm calling today the "day of the poops".<br />
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by 11 am i had already changed three horrendous poopy tenley diapers in the span of three hours (or less?), so yes, that equals out to about one poop per hour (that's a lot of poopin'!).<br />
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then an hour or so later, after i had just given the kids a bath (lunch is messy y'all!), i tried to squeeze in a quick potty break for myself. i finished washing my hands and <i>*CLINK* </i>i hear the toilet lid go up in the kids' bathroom (this is <i>NOT</i> a good sign). i literally sprint to the other bathroom and there rylan stands. poop smeared all over his butt, holding his dirty poopy undies over the toilet trying to dump the poop from them into it's proper place. i'm mortified. i feel my brain starting to explode. and i'm certain there was steam coming from my ears. he dropped the undies in the toilet and all i can think to do is squeeze the water out of them and trash em'. i then proceed to deal with the poop on the hiney and straight to the tub for bath numero dos he went.<br />
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the days are long and hard, but i love this age, really i do. it may kill me, but i love it.<br />
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it hit me today, as birthday number three is approaching, that in the same amount of time that has already passed from this next birthday forward you will be SIX! that's just impossible. i'm declaring a worldwide age stoppage right this instance! as long as we can get our poops in the correct spot that is ;).<br />
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our rylan is becoming mr. independent. "i do it." he says. and i just sit back and watch. mistakes are made along the way, but i'm right there for every moment. to teach him, correct him and guide him. and oh, when he gets things right, what a bittersweet day.<br />
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he's saying some of the best things these days too. that's probably my favorite thing right now. like the other day during dinner we were going around the table asking each other questions like "what was your favorite thing we did today?" and he asks daddy, "what was the perfect thing you saw?". isn't that just the best question ever?! i was so proud. i pray that you grow into a man who asks questions and digs deep into the souls of the people you love. oh, and one night while getting you dressed we had a long conversation about how God made us, "He made your feet, and legs and arms, and your beautiful eyes" and at the very end of it all you exclaim, "gigi has three eyes too!". seriously, the best things are coming from this mouth of yours.<br />
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and let us not forget, cory. yes, cory. your imaginary friend who we are now using to get you to finish your cheeseburgers. we were sitting at braum's the other night and there was an extra chair and you asked me who was sitting there and i said no one. you were delighted to tell me that cory would be joining us in the open seat. you then claimed him to be your "best buddy" so i dug in a bit more...<br />
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me: "what color is cory's hair?"<br />
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you: "red."<br />
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me: "what color are his eyes?"<br />
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you: "green."<br />
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daddy: "is he tall or short?"<br />
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you: "tall."<br />
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daddy: "taller than me?"<br />
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you: "yeah."<br />
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the description was pure genius.<br />
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what an imagination.<br />
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but then there's the threenager. i don't know why no one ever told me about the threenager, but it's true and we aren't even technically there yet. there's the bossiness and the stubbornness too. along with a healthy dose of entitlement. and i'm pretty sure you've told everyone in the house to "obey" you at some point or another. and the fits. yeah. perfectly done kid. to a "T". i honestly wouldn't even have the energy to put on <i>one </i>of your little fits much less two, or three, or however many you're pulling off these days. i'm holding out hope that the teenage years won't hold a candle to this. i guess we'll see.<br />
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there are lots of sweet times too though. like when you ask me to sing you one more song or to lay with you when i'm putting you to bed. and how during your first movie in the theater you kept saying, "mommy wook at dis!". and when you get scared of something (like going on the elevator) you cling to my leg. makes my heart want to burst. <br />
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so although these days may be long and hard, they are some of the best because of you.<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-81738781800310204832014-10-23T13:46:00.001-07:002014-12-02T13:07:00.148-08:00africa, i am forever changed.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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so, i had almost half of a post written about my trip to africa, but for some reason it just sat and sat without ever coming to conclusion. i read and reread what i had so thoughtfully and carefully written out and i just couldn't get over thinking that it didn't even sound like me. funny how just a few weeks can change you.<br />
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i feel like i've had a bit more time to process my trip now and maybe that's why i felt the need to start this whole post over. but hey, it's whatever.<br />
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there's so much to say about my trip to africa.<br />
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you know, like it's completely and entirely different from America. the sights, the sounds, all the fruit-bearing trees, the slow way of life, the women walking for miles and miles with babies strapped to their backs and somehow still managing to gracefully balance towers of supplies on their heads, the dirt being swept outside a hut just for us to make a visit, the way that the children cared for each other, babies, just babies caring for babies.<br />
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and some of the biggest smiles you ever laid eyes on.<br />
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these people. they are people that i will never forget. some of the most humble, content and joyful people on the planet. oh, and to worship with these people! there's nothing like it. heaven will be a glorious sight with these dear brothers and sisters!<br />
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but there were hard things too. like, i don't know if i've ever worked so hard and still felt so small. and how overwhelmed i felt at the harvest. and how much the people wanted us there and want us to come back. and how much i wanted to help, but all along they were the ones helping me.<br />
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i can't help but think that maybe i needed this trip just as must as they did.<br />
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i know it's cliche and that lots of people say experiences like this will "change you forever", but it really is true.<br />
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as we were riding on the bus one day it just hit me. <i>the red dirt</i>! uganda has red dirt <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*almost*</i></span> just the same as oklahoma! it looks just the same! <i><b>but</b>, </i>make no mistake, it's volcanic! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-thanks for that little nugget, doug-the geologist on our team :)</span> but it's just the same you know, stains real down deep, leaves marks in your soul. it may never be washed out and reminds you of home, though so very different and so very far away.<br />
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it did my soul good to follow this path of obedience that was scary for me and, as hard as it was, it did my soul good to leave my family and all that was comfortable.<br />
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God worked through us during those 10 days, and it was definitely all about His glory and others coming to know Him, but He has a mysterious way of flipping the script, as some of you may know. we worked long and hard days and as we poured ourselves out, He was simultaneously pouring into us. our hearts were broken. our eyes were opened. and our souls were changed.<br />
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i learned some things about myself as well and how much i need to be in constant prayer and communion with Him and not just one lousy, checked off, often missed or squeezed in time in His Word. and you know, <i>that</i> moves mountains!<br />
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so yeah, "forever changed" will have to do because that's just what happened.<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-84256426846088142622014-10-19T13:01:00.000-07:002014-10-19T13:11:02.104-07:00what to wear: seattle in the fall.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i was crossing my fingers and toes for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*at least*</span> one rainy day while we were in seattle. come to find out that's just something you don't really have to do, silly me.<br />
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so yeah, the weathermen got it all wrong and i was left completely unprepared for the stuff we got. but hey, question, is it just me or are these weathermen getting less and less good at their jobs? whatever, you know it's true.<br />
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anywho, this oklahomie was a wee bit chilly and seattle's fall was feeling a smidge more like the beginnings of winter. so i thought i'd share a little insight into what to wear if you ever head out that way. in the fall.<br />
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// 1 // always, always pack a <b><a href="http://www.yoox.com/us/41474350UX/item?utm_campaign=Hy3bqNL2jtQ&utm_content=10&utm_medium=affiliazione&utm_source=linkshare_us&tp=11333#cod10=41474350UX&sizeId=5">JACKET with a hood</a></b>. i took a hoodie, but with all the rain it didn't do a lick of good. thankfully, the husband let me wear his waterproof jacket over it much of the trip. he's good to me y'all. or something like <b><a href="http://www.llbean.com/llb/shop/78466?feat=pprv">this</a></b> would be good to carry around with you--this jacket folds up and stows away in it's own pocket! bam!<br />
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// 2 // umbrella. how fun is this <a href="http://www.restorationhardware.com/catalog/product/product.jsp?productId=prod2320217"><b>color changing umbrella</b></a> from restoration hardware! we were dumb and didn't pack an umbrella, although, give me some credit people, i did actually <i>consider</i> it. our hotel had umbrellas for the guests though so we totally lucked out! and we seriously needed it almost every day.<br />
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// 3 // <b><a href="http://www.selfridges.com/en/steve-madden-monch-leather-lace-up-combat-boots_942-10105-0687508150040509/?previewAttribute=Brown+leather&_$ja=tsid:60025|cgn:polyvorecpc|kw:boots&cm_mmc=AFFIL-_-AWIN-_-polyvore-_-cpc">boots</a></b>. i would've killed to have my rain boots there with me! or just <i>ANY</i> of my tall boots for that matter! you do need to make sure they're comfy enough for walking though.<br />
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// 4 // <b><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/87922538/fall-sale-the-chunky-cowl-scarf-shawl">scarf/hood/shawl</a></b>. unlike oklahoma, it's already scarf weather up there so get one of these and it'll do double duty!<br />
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// 5 // <b><a href="http://www.modcloth.com/shop/totes-backpacks/visualize-victory-backpack-in-brown?utm_source=polyvore&utm_medium=cse&utm_campaign=backpacks">backpack/cross body purse</a></b>. with all the walking we did i think it's best to take a backpack or cross body purse to stay hands free.<br />
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// 6 // <b><a href="http://www.the-dressingroom.com/item/Olivia-Burton/Modern-Vintage-Watch-Gold-and-Tan/512C#.VEAlYBzEtCM">watch</a></b>. we were trying to cram as much as we could into our 7 day trip so i was constantly checking my watch. it especially helped me keep tabs on public transportation-we had a few <i>very</i> close calls! waiting an extra 10-15 minutes for the next bus, train or ferry can cost you!<br />
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// 7 // <b><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/200279446/tribal-clutch-bag-african-print-clutch">handbag</a></b>. i think it's always a good idea, especially while traveling, to have a little handbag 'handy' with all your most used/go to items in it. i'm addicted to chapstick so that's probably the #1 item you'll find in my handbag! anyone else..? no?<br />
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oh, and if you forget something, you can always buy! there's shopping galore! h & m, gap, urban outfitters, nike, nordstrom, banana republic...on and on!<br />
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did i miss anything??Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-3162309606651524762014-10-16T14:08:00.000-07:002014-10-16T14:09:30.276-07:00tenley girl turns one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i have never been a super girly girl, in fact, i was pretty much a tomboy all growing up. so as soon as i found out that i would be having a little girl of my own i swore off the pink. well, i had, at the very least, solemnly vowed to myself to not overdo it like all the "other girl moms" do, but alas there i sat one year later planning a pink and gold first birthday party. phuh.<br />
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you know, i'm not entirely sure why the color pink has grown on me so much this past year, but maybe it reminds me of the color of her little button nose as she squishes it when she drinks her bottle. or the color of her cheeks when she plays hard with her brother. or maybe it's the way it speaks innocence over her. how she's still my baby and always will be. how she's sweet and pure as snow, but tinged with just a little bit of spunk and attitude and unruliness. the perfect blend of my complicated tenley.<br />
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the color has definitely taken on new meaning now that she's here and it will forever remind me that i once was a mommy to a baby, a <i>baby girl, </i>who was lovely and petite and everything feminine, but at the very same time she was spirited and passionate and fierce. pink is the color of my tenley. the sign that i'm a mommy to a daughter.<br />
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love you baby girl,<br />
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momma<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*party supplies: party galaxy and target*</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*cake stand and tableware: target*</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*cake, food, tassel garland: homemade*</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*tenley's crown: etsy: <b><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/199048540/ready-to-ship-the-paxton-unisex-prince?ref=favs_view_6">love crush bowtique</a></b>*</span>Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-39798484926263795462014-10-15T14:08:00.000-07:002014-10-15T14:20:55.234-07:0012 months tenley.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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so yeah, i'm waaaaaay behind on this just like always, but the perfectionist type A in me won't let it go...<br />
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you are doing so great lately. definitely saying da-da AND ma-ma. i'm as happy as a lark, if you couldn't tell :).<br />
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you still have 4 chompers on top and 2 on bottom.<br />
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my favorite thing right now is the way you've been scrunching your nose and cheesing. i just love it. you've also been doing this thing where you shape your mouth into a giant "O" and make the cutest little whistle! your personality is really starting to shine!<br />
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you started crawling on all fours at your birthday party! i'm super glad that you're done dragging yourself all over the house, but i do miss that little leap frogging olympic swimmer crawl of yours. we've been trying different things to get you walking, but i think it could be a little bit longer for that. plus, you prefer to do things on your own terms...so...here's me releasing my "helicopter mom" arms and stepping back for ya ;).<br />
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and eating is pretty much your favorite thing. you seriously eat everything. like EVERYthing. hey, i'm not complaining!<br />
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we are so proud of where we've come with you! those first few months were tough and then dealing with all the hearing issues and tubes in your ears-i feel like we're really starting to come out of all of that now! can i get an amen?!<br />
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these past 12 months have been filled to the brim and life seems to be just flying by. your first year came and left in a blink. i still remember seeing you for the first time, my dark curly-haired wonder with the cute little rolls all over and thinking to myself, <i>who is she</i>?<br />
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as i've gotten to know you this year i feel like i've gotten to know myself. it's almost as if you were born my little mirror to show me who i am. i've seen the good and the bad and who i long to be. you and i are so alike and i pray that i'm someone whose examples will some day be worthy of following. we have a long ways to go, but will you go with me?<br />
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i'm looking forward to our girly dates with pedicures and secrets. prayers and tears, because i know there will be plenty of broken hearts and hurtful words. but i will be there through all of it, the joy and the pain. i will be there like my mommy was. this is what we mommies do. and i can't wait. i can't wait to grow with you and to get to know you more. you are one special soul my sweet tenley girl.<br />
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i'm so thankful to have you, my daughter and my lifelong friend.<br />
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i think we did fairly well considering we didn't do much research beforehand on where to eat. i mean, we did have the most delicious donuts of our lives and the best fish sandwich known to mankind, so not too shabby if i do say so myself.<br />
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on our first full day in seattle we walked from our hotel to pike place market in search of the one and only <b style="font-style: italic;">daily dozen doughnut company </b>because <a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/1/2502/restaurant/Downtown/Daily-Dozen-Donut-Co-Seattle"><b>check these ratings</b></a>. we pretty much planned out what we would do each day the night before and used urban spoon and google maps non-stop. anyway, donuts are considered a food group in our home so we knew we had to hit it up. so we grabbed our donuts (they only take cash!) and headed over to the "first" starbucks for some coffee. everything is all right there together so it was easy peasy. the starbucks was like any other starbucks for the most part, but it was a nice (and warm) spot to enjoy our donuts. i mean, the donuts were uh-mazing. we both preferred the plain over all the frou-frou stuff. they sort of remind me of cafe du monde's beignets in new orleans. delish.<br />
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another place to note in pike place market is <a href="http://www.mattsinthemarket.com/"><i><b>matt's in the market</b></i></a>! it's on the top floor of one of the buildings and from where we were seated we were able to look out the window with an awesome view of the market! our waitress recommended the pan-fried cornmeal crusted catfish sandwich and let me just tell you, this is the sandwich that will change your life! like for real. even the simple green side salad was good. it's definitely a spot to try!<br />
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the night that we went to the mariner's game we found a taco truck called <i><b><a href="http://www.elcamionseattle.com/">el camion </a></b></i>and it was pretty tasty! we also got hot dogs in the stadium because we don't do baseball games without dogs. that's just blasphemy.<br />
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on our last night in seattle we took a ride on the huge ferris wheel and grabbed some really good catfish over at <b style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.ivars.com/">ivar's</a> </b>for a late dinner. little did we know that we would be one of the last ones to eat there as it was closing that night for a good 9 months. come to find out, seattle is going to be doing some major construction on a seawall which has caused a ton of the waterfront businesses to have to temporarily close. boy did we make it just in time for our visit!<br />
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we feel like we ate a lot of really good food and it was sort of nice to enjoy a few quiet meals together as just the two of us. every now and then though as we were enjoying our food in peace it'd hit us that we actually really missed our two screaming little maniacs that usually join us. but they're pretty great so who can blame us :).<br />
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thanks again, seattle!Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-73375038274062868502014-10-06T14:15:00.000-07:002014-10-06T14:15:07.256-07:00to Seattle with love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i know, i know, i haven't even written about my trip to africa yet and here i am jabbering about seattle. forgive me, i'll get there i promise. this trip was definitely easier to process than my trip to africa so yeah, this post first.<br />
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actually, i'm considering making a few posts for this trip, like possibly tips on things to eat, wear and do or if you guys have any other questions i'd be happy to answer them! but first, let me just tell you, i loved seattle and the pacific north west! like LOVED. first timer right here and yes, mind blown, thank you very much.<br />
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we got a little taste of both the city and the outdoors just how we like it. rialto beach and olympic national park are at the top of my list and pike place market was definitely my favorite seattle thing. more on those later though. but yeah we had the best time and tried to squeeze as much as we possibly could into those 7 days and i'm mighty proud of how we did! i think we only had one wrong turn the entire time! go team travelers!<br />
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anyway, i have no earthly idea why i never realized how much of a fishy watery city seattle is, i mean tom hanks lived on a houseboat in sleepless in seattle for crying out loud and the baseball team's mascot is the mariner...i knew these things. so yeah, fishy and watery, she definitely is that, but she's also so so many other things. i'm talking surprises around every corner, right along with a starbucks. you know, i'm just wondering who <b><i>DOESN'T </i></b>want to hit up a starbucks every other block? oh and the hills, can't forget the hills. i worked muscles in my legs that i've never used in my entire life. you know the ones you city walking people you, i tip my hat friends.<br />
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the place was, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sing it with me now</span>, <i> "a whole new world! DON'T you DARE close your eyes!". </i>seriously though, the trees were too much and the mysterious way that the water and the city looked perfect together was just...<i>meh</i> ;). i think you get the point. seattle, you are a little stunner aren't you? and you know it!<br />
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the one in boots and jacket. always.Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-92221590119033975062014-09-16T12:37:00.002-07:002014-09-16T12:37:27.774-07:00one year tenley.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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some would say it was the best year of their life or the fastest or even the hardest and i'm sure i've said my fair share of whatevers, but as of now i'd say the past year has been, <i>well</i>, all of it. there is no one word or emotion to describe our first year as a family of four, as is the same can be said of our tenley girl.<br />
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before i met you i thought i knew it all, you know, baby number 2, i got this stuff. i had the perfect rock and sway, scheduling was already planned out in my head, daddy the perfect swaddle etc. etc. and BAM!<br />
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from day one when i saw your tiny balled up little fists i knew you were going to be a fighter! but i think you've proven to be a lover as well and you've set your sights on your big brother. you adore him and when he's in the room no one else matters. it's ridiculous really, but it just might be the cutest thing on the planet. you are one passionate and determined little soul. you do everything with all your might. you play hard, laugh hard, fight hard, cry hard, and love hard. you fight with all you have and love with even more.<br />
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you have always been the unpredictable in my predictable controlled world. the humbling reminder to my "know-it-all" ways. the feisty fire-ball that knows precisely what she wants and five minutes ago! however tough it has been trying to figure out how to be the best mommy to my sweet and complicated tenley girl, you have always been exactly what i needed right when i needed it. you have shown me things about myself that i never knew were there. you've drawn out my weaknesses and caused me to lean on my Savior even more. you've grown me and stretched me in more ways than any one person ever has and for that i am forever grateful. you've been God's sanctifying tool in my life that's for sure.<br />
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i'm blessed to be your mommy and am thankful for the struggle that we've had getting to know one another this past year. it has made getting things just right that much more sweet.<br />
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this past year with you has been trying and fun, happy and sad, up and down, high and low, full of laughter and tears, anything and everything, <i>yep</i>, all of it. in the very best possible way.<br />
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i left you for 10 days this month and it was ridiculously hard to be away from you for that long. like ridiculous. plus it's crazy how quickly you change at this age. when i got home you looked different. you were cruising around the furniture and you had finally perfected the clap that we'd been working on.<br />
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lately you've just been gobbling up the blueberries just like your brother. my little blueberry babies! you still have 4 teeth on top and 2 on bottom. and you're still a biter. bit the crud out of your brother today...but hey, you're a great eater though if that makes up for it, i'm not sure?<br />
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one of my favorite things is holding you when you let me rest your head on my shoulder. i really wish you'd cuddle more, but i can't get enough of these little fleeting moments.<br />
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can't believe you've been in our lives for almost a year now. time does fly.<br />
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welp, you had your very first surgery this month. never thought i'd be saying<i> that </i>about my<i> 10 month old baby</i>. in <a href="http://babybakerlove.blogspot.com/2014/07/9-months.html">last month's post</a> we talked about visiting the ENT and you ended up failing the hearing test and tympanogram again with them. the doctor said there was fluid in your ears and only a very small chance for it to drain on its own so it was really up to us on what to do at that point. get tubes now or wait it out. the longest the doctor would wait would be 6 months, only we don't know for sure how long the fluid had already been there. we opted to move forward with the surgery.<br />
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Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-27154399133080679392014-08-18T14:54:00.000-07:002014-08-18T14:54:15.096-07:00this is the week i leave for africa.so i'm just sitting here thinking about how i could definitely use a snuggie right about now and, no big deal or anything, but the fact that i leave for africa (<i>AFRICA</i> <i>!!</i>) in two and a half-ish days.<br />
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bonkers, just bonkers.<br />
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so yeah, in just a few short days i'll be lugging tons of suitcases (<i>3 to be exact plus a carry on plus a backpack with my purse stuffed inside-hey, it's not <b>all </b>for me thank you very much</i>) to the airport and kissing my family goodbye for a solid ten days.<br />
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it's going to be <i>touuuuugh</i>.<br />
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just thinking about it gives me a pit in my stomach. i'm not quite sure how i'll handle all the emotions of it just yet, but i'm confident that God will provide what's needed.<br />
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the anticipation and waiting has probably been the hardest thing. our team has felt satan's attacks as well as i have. satan really is crafty. things i could never have come up with on my own. he's been throwing all the tricks at me lately...doubt, confidence blows, anger struggles and so on. yesterday was bad. he hit me hard and i wish i would've let him have it. i was defeated.<br />
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but thank goodness God's mercy is new every morning! it's a new day and i know i cannot do it on my own. even <i>Jesus, </i>you know, wore the armor of God! JESUS. man, i <i>reeeeally</i> need that armor.<br />
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so please be praying for our trip and for satan to be displeased! may God be glorified in UGANDA!<br />
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peace!<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-31449538679119970732014-08-08T13:12:00.001-07:002014-08-08T13:12:42.731-07:00a big boy room.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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rylan's "big boy" room has been a work in progress for a while now. i had a couple of items from ikea in mind to replace the dark wood furniture that we had in his nursery so we had to do some online shopping. and waiting. we met a few bumps in the road along the way and after spending literally hours on the phone with ikea and explaining to my neighbors that we aren't just listening to elevator music for fun (if you're gonna keep me on hold that long you could at least play some greatest hits from the 90's to smooth things over) we received the final missing package. or packages. whatever. did you know that if you are missing just one of the packages to your ikea piece of furniture they mail all of the packages regardless? weird, i know. so now we're sitting over here with two of the three packages for an extra mandal dresser. who knows what we're going to do with it. i'm not even about to get back on the phone with ikea and ask them what to do!<br />
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a couple of things have been added since these pics were taken and i didn't even get a photo of the mandal dresser (except the top of it pictured above), but it's there and we love it!<br />
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bed: <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S69046072/">the sundvik bed from ikea</a><br />
bedding: <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/70207219/">the eivor ord duvet cover and pillow case from ikea</a>, quilt: gift<br />
world map pillow case: similar <a href="http://pilloecompany.bigcartel.com/product/world-pilloe">here</a><br />
banner: DIY<br />
tee-pee: DIY<br />
toy box: gift<br />
rylan letters and baseball decor: hobby lobby<br />
baseball gloves and shadow boxes: thrift store find<br />
canvas hamper: <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3762924&cp=2255957.2273443.2256245.2256277&parentPage=family">babies r us</a><br />
dresser: <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/90281369/">the mandal dresser from ikea</a>Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-18285036523158960652014-08-04T13:10:00.002-07:002014-08-04T13:10:35.747-07:00two and a half.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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you're like a little ray of sunshine everywhere you go just spreading light, joy, happiness. i want to be just like you. <i>except for the tantrums, you know, not publicly acceptable for adults and all.</i><br />
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you love to talk and you're pretty good at it i might add. one guy told us that you should be doing the NBC nightly news! i'd be sure to tune in to see that! if i'm ever being too quiet you say, "mommy talk!". bossy too. i can barely keep up ;).<br />
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some favorite sayings:<br />
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-"mommy whadyou fhank?" aka mommy whatcha think?<br />
-"belax" aka relax<br />
-"i see you hiney!"<br />
-"whatchu doin'?"<br />
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you've been obsessed with Siri on our iphones lately. you like to ask what's she's doing. i tell you she's taking a nap ;). one night when you were praying you even thanked Jesus for her! i tried to hold the laughs in, but i lost it! lots of character in you kid.<br />
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you have become one of my best friends over the past two and a half years. you are simply one of the most amazing souls on earth and i'm blessed to call you my son. you've changed me, challenged me, made me a better person, and drawn me to my Savior like never before. two and a half years of being abundantly blessed by your life and yet a lifetime with you would never be enough. so here's to more nights praying for your little heart to one day be His and for an eternity together with Him.<br />
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Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-32285097428049668242014-07-22T13:32:00.003-07:002014-07-22T13:33:50.875-07:00the last time. numero dos.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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it's been exactly one week now since i nursed tenley for the last time. i wish i had gotten around to writing this post a little sooner to catch all the emotions of it, but it's a whirlwind over here these days and i sometimes barely have time to do..well..anything. so yeah, just getting around to it.<br />
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if someone would've looked into the future when you were around, oh, 1-2 months old and told me that i'd be sitting here today crying about being done nursing you i would've laughed! we struggled, boy, did we struggle to get things right. and i cried and cried. and got angry and impatient. i wanted to give up so many times. but we pressed on. and i had the best encourager. i don't know how we would've made it without your daddy. he was always there to support me even in the wee hours of the morning. even when he had to go to work the next morning. your daddy is just the best.<br />
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so we sat there in that same place where we struggled all those weeks. and i marveled at how easy it had become. how it all came together. how we'd grown. together and individually. i ran my fingers through your <i>brown</i> hair that i always swore was starting to fill in blonde. i studied your face and stroked your cheeks. i praised God for bringing us to this place.<br />
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you, my dear, are beautifully wild. your soul is so complicated and free. i know you are not mine to keep. it was a pleasure to be able to be so close for a time to something so wild.<br />
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Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-17032756843195559752014-07-14T12:53:00.000-07:002014-07-14T12:58:57.598-07:009 months.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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this month has been sort of a trying one for us. mommy got a little worried about how you were coming along with your communication and we ended up getting referred for an evaluation. while we were there you didn't pass your hearing test which was odd because we didn't have any concerns here. they sent us back to our doctor where we had your ears cleaned (hoping that it's just drainage/blockage causing the issues-which could in turn be slowing your communication). we know that you can obviously hear so we aren't exactly sure what's going on. we are now waiting for our ENT appointment and are going to redo your hearing test. in the meantime we've been working extra hard with you and you are now making sounds like bu-ba, ma-ma, and da-da :).<br />
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we also received a little bit of negativity at your 9 month appointment for not being more consistent with solid foods. sooooo we've been doing solid meals with you 3x/day. it is a wreck trying to feed TWO babies by myself during the day, but we've been making it work somehow. i've found it's best to feed you and ry at different times. good thing is you have loved everything we put in front of you so that's that!<br />
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some of my favorite things:<br />
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-the way you prop your leg up in your car seat<br />
-the way your hair wisps up in little swirls around your ears<br />
-your chunky legs<br />
-your two little teeth on bottom (you are getting three more on top!)<br />
-the way you laugh, it's an adorable old lady cackle, but we'll take it!<br />
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we've also begun the weaning process since i'll be leaving for Africa before your first birthday. i've been doing formula, bottles, all that stuff. it's been hard on me to have to quit nursing earlier than i'd like, but i really feel like this trip is what God has for me to do. i'm loving watching you grow and am sad that i'm going to miss those 10 days! don't grow too fast! and please no first steps while i'm away!!!<br />
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love you forever,<br />
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momma<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-1534842981183300412014-07-08T13:49:00.002-07:002014-07-08T13:53:33.294-07:00oh! how he loves us!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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as i sit in the floor with my children while one presses hard up against me and the other asks me yet another question ("<i>mom what are you doing?"</i>) i cant help but feel overwhelmed with gratefulness.<br />
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this last weekend a young wife and mother from the church nick and i were members of all through college and the first few years of our marriage passed away. she fought a nasty, nasty cancer for a little over a year. she had numerous treatments, scans, surgeries, sleepless nights, excruciating pain and the evil just continued to spread throughout her body.<br />
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her spirit just grew sweeter though.<br />
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i've heard countless stories of her joyful and selfless heart. how she cared for others although she was in horrendous pain, the peace that people felt as they entered her hospital room, how she shared Jesus' love with everyone around her-doctors, nurses, loved ones and people following her story all around the world.<br />
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we didn't know her well, but have had the privilege to pray for her and her family throughout this battle. she leaves behind a husband of 8 years, a 4 year old daughter, her father, mother and sister, as well as many other friends and family.<br />
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as a wife of 6 1/2 years and a mother of two, i can't help but share in the feeling of the deep deep sadness of being separated from a loved one. things have definitely been put into perspective for me. though she is now cancer free and rejoicing with her Savior in heaven i know that she longed for many more days with her loved ones on earth.<br />
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this morning i fought hard against the ache in my back while lugging my 2 1/2 year old to the sink for an after breakfast scrub down. i thought about kelsey and how she would have loved to wash her daughter's hands one last time. i really watched as i scrubbed his little fingers together, the water washing away the sticky syrup and pancake crumbs. i didn't mind so much the dirty diapers, the spit up in the carpet, the pajama pants struggle. i thought of kelsey when i washed my hands for the billionth time and felt satisfied in the work i had done. the putting up of the toys (again) as well as the dishes (again). it's all for them. the ones that i love. and today i'm thankful for all of it. the stinky, the crying, the mess, and the clean ups because they are all signs of our life together.<br />
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i think back on a wonderful woman who lost her husband this past year and how she compared the separation from him as what God must've felt when He sent His son to earth to die on a cross. oh, what a love He must have for us! to send His only son!<br />
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although it is hard for us to fully comprehend everything in our earthly wisdom, kelsey is home, fully healed and complete, celebrating with her Savior, her first love.<br />
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please be praying for kelsey's family as they learn to live life without her. please pray that her daughter would be drawn closer to a saving relationship in Christ and that one day they would be united together in heaven! please ask God to give her husband comfort and peace that could only come from Him and wisdom as he leads their family.<br />
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i'm still learning to be more present in my life every single day and hope to be better at soaking it all in. chaos and mess included.Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-70861720966750741022014-06-27T14:13:00.000-07:002014-06-27T14:14:17.907-07:00Munchkin mbaby apparel giveaway winner!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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sooooo sorry for leaving you guys hanging, but the husband was gone last week and we were all out of town this week! talk about missing your own bed (<i>the guest bed is fine mom, although i am requesting a step stool. climbing the rocky mountains i tell you!). puh!</i> feels good to be home and have life falling back into place. so yeah about that winner...<br />
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<i>congrats lessye!!</i>Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-53757260142344319472014-06-18T15:03:00.000-07:002014-06-18T15:03:51.691-07:0029 months.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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you're getting so old! not really, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">but yes! really!</span><br />
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you continue to amaze us every day. like that time you told daddy to sit with <i>us</i> at the table. you know, you used the term correctly and everything! we're just wow-ing over here.<br />
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your vocabulary and sponge brain are really the best. you're just soaking everything up.<br />
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some favorite sayings:<br />
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"where IS penguin?" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*emphasis on is</span><br />
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"that's what i'm talkin' bout!"<br />
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"it burns goin' down!"<br />
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"good morning momma."<br />
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the other day i was talking to you about my upcoming trip to africa and i was getting all sad and mushy telling you how much i'd miss you and you came up and gave me a big hug, tiny pats on the back included, and said, "don't worry momma. he'll getcha out.". sweetest. moment. ever. really.<br />
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you're becoming such a big boy and i can hardly see the baby at all anymore. the chubby cheeks and feet, the innocence, where have they gone?<br />
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my my my, this is going by too fast.<br />
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love you forever my little man,<br />
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momma<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-6594086880016846562014-06-16T14:10:00.002-07:002014-06-16T15:18:04.713-07:008 months.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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you're a quick little mover these days. once you've set your mind on something it's yours. nothing stands in your way. just like your brother, always on the move.<br />
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once again, we're total parent failures in the solid food department with you blah blah blah. you may just have to take charge of this one on your own sweetheart. i'll show you where the pantry is ;).<br />
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you love being outside and messing with anything that brother has.<br />
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the toy "MINE-ing" has already begun. sheesh.<br />
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sleep is going grrrreat these days. you're finally making it to 8:00-8:15 am! still sleeping perfectly through the night. proud and happy momma over here!<br />
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you are one complicated soul, but we love you little lady!<br />
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love you forever,<br />
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momma<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**i know, i know, tenley is actually 9 months today. what can ya do?!</span>Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-50246551934675400602014-06-11T13:09:00.001-07:002014-06-11T13:09:37.061-07:00munchkin mbaby apparel review and giveaway! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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so let me just say that i was thrilled when <a href="http://www.munchkin.com/">munchkin</a> asked us to review their <a href="http://www.munchkin.com/products/apparel.html">mbaby collection</a>! munchkin makes tons of great products including our favorite <a href="http://www.munchkin.com/snack-catcher-blue.html">snack catcher</a> so yea pretty excited over here.<br />
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we received a <a href="http://www.munchkin.com/products/apparel/all-baby-girl/onester-ss-organic-white.html">short sleeve onesie</a>, a <a href="http://www.munchkin.com/products/apparel/all-baby-girl/onester-ls-heathergrey.html">long sleeve onesie </a>and the <a href="http://www.munchkin.com/products/apparel/all-baby-girl/sleepster-cherry.html">pinstripe sleeper</a>. as i was taking them out of the box i noticed how soft everything was, the outfits are made of organic or 100% cotton and feel amazing! top-notch quality! the mbaby onester and sleepster collection was created with a double-layer in the front almost like a built-in blanket. the idea is that since babies spend most of the time on their backs (in the crib, stroller etc) their fronts are exposed while their backs are covered. this double-layer allows for better protection from the elements as well as extra comfort and warmth. what a clever idea!<br />
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another fun thing, that's probably my favorite, totally random, but you know how you always button up onesies wrong because you don't connect the right buttons? well, these outfits have gold buttons in the center so <i>you</i> cant mess this up! <i>you</i>, yes <i>you</i>! even my fellow blondes can't get this one wrong!<br />
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oh and tenley looks pretty darn cute in them if i do say so myself :)<br />
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yes, i've been on mission trips. yes, i've been overseas. and yes, i'm still terrified of flying, but let's not go there.</div>
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it all started with an urging in my heart. from God? maybe, possibly, probably. anyway, i was convinced that i needed to go on a mission trip by the end of this year, which by all means was going to be pretty nearly impossible since i do have a baby and all. however, one sunday morning i noticed in the church bulletin that there was going to be a trip the month before tenley turned one! perfect! right? i somehow managed to wrangle up 6 cheetahs and make it to the one and only group meeting about the trip. i left feeling a bit torn. i was excited yes, but of course, as the Lord would have it, i'd be going with a group of total strangers (desperate introvert feeling) and i'd have a little less than a month to decide.<br />
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i went back and forth on my decision over the next few days and weeks and procrastinated it at best and excused it at worst. and then like many of old<a href="http://babybakerlove.blogspot.com/2012/12/our-adoption-story-part-1.html"> hailey decisions</a> it came down to the wire and the answer just snuck up on me.<br />
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sometimes things or situations cause us to tighten our grips. you know, fear. nothing has caused this more in me than becoming a momma. it's easier to make excuses now, sometimes they are legitimate, but nonetheless, it's easier to get out of things and to let fear fester. i'm scared to leave my babies. i keep playing the what if games in my head, what if something happened to them or to me? i'm scared to miss something and everything. i'm scared to be away from them. i'm afraid that they might want me or need me and i won't be there. i'm afraid that ten days is too long.<br />
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but there's something that i'm even more afraid of, that my soul will not quit wrestling with...<br />
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i don't want to wake up one day and realize that i let my excuses, my fears, talk me out of being a living, walking, talking and breathing example to my babies of how to follow Christ. in 1 corinthians 11 paul urges the corinthians to follow his example as he follows Christ. Lord help me be an example worthy of being followed! may my children see your strength and power in me. help me to walk in your spirit and not in weakness or fear!<br />
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so yes! please be praying for me and with me friends as this will be a difficult and challenging time. i'm determined to not let satan win! to God be the glory!<br />
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-haileyHailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-51408887678222007242014-05-17T16:03:00.000-07:002014-05-17T16:04:21.221-07:00the in-betweens.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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sometimes, when i'm least expecting it, i get caught up in the most beautiful moments. there's nothing really special about them. it's just a regular night, you know, the in-betweens. there's no special celebration or birthday or highlight of the day and heck, it was probably most likely a long and rather tedious non-memorable day, but for some reason time just seems to slow down almost like i'm looking in on our life from someone else's perspective, like someone holding a snow globe of my little family looking in on our little home and something becomes special in these tiny fleeting moments as i step away from myself.<br />
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just the other night before the kids' bedtime we had a mini pow wow in tenley's bedroom. we went into her tiny dark room and turned on the christmas lights that drape one of the walls and just talked about random things and watched the kids play. we closed out our mini pow wow session as we always do in traditional baker fashion with music and dancing with the babies. nothing seemingly special, oh, but it was!<br />
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i really love when these moments happen. when i feel sort of out of my body and i slow down and take it all in. i can really see tenley's fuzzy baby hair and how it's starting to fill in in the back and the way she looks at her brother. i can really hear rylan's voice and feel how tightly he hugs me. and then when i really look at the man in front of me and i'm overwhelmed at how much he loves me and our babies and this life we have made together. these are the moments that i live for. the in-betweens. the regular days. with these regular people. who are far from regular.<br />
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<br />Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-46800311486516138602014-05-16T12:30:00.000-07:002014-05-16T12:30:22.628-07:0028 months.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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so yeah, lots of things going on with you over the past month or so. still in the process of potty training you (it's going much better these days-cheers!) and you seem to be getting the hang of your big boy bed aka mattress on the floor. we are in the process of finding the perfect new bed :).<br />
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you were the ring bearer in your aunt pay-pay's wedding this month and you did a great job! i was so proud! i will never forget watching you walk down the aisle to me and realizing as you got closer that you were "shooting me" with the stick in your hand. seriously. day. made. no, <i>life </i>made.<br />
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but really you are the most ornery little boy on the planet. and i can't help but fall for you. guess i'm a bit drawn to the "bad boy" in you ;).<br />
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you are so contrary. sometimes to get you to eat something we tell you <i>not</i> to eat it and what do you know-you do! reverse psychology for the win! did you know we are fantastic parents?<br />
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oh yeah, and growing up. yeah, i really hate that part. you've been doing a lot of it lately. at the wedding you wanted to dance by yourself, you want to sit on the "big" potty without momma steadying you, trying to feed you something on a spoon is pure torture, and you've been kind of a daddy's boy lately.<br />
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i'm trying to accept all of these things because i know it's reality.<br />
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sweet little boys grow up,<br />
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but you will always be mine,<br />
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no matter how big.<br />
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love you forever,<br />
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p.s. favorite sayings: "hairs lookin' good" and "lookin' good momma". what a charmer you are ;).Hailey http://www.blogger.com/profile/10428695120724281725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807225807466451645.post-34428222121786552512014-05-10T13:03:00.000-07:002014-05-10T13:03:33.974-07:007 months tenley.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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sweet little lady you are on the move! well, it's a bit of a "drag" crawl right now, but it's a crawl none-the-less.<br />
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oh and those two tiny teeth. i'm dying over them.<br />
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and we may be total failures in the baby food department with you, but i'm pretty sure you don't mind. you'll take some milk to go with a side of milk and a glass of milk to wash it down ;). you know, baby #2 stuff.<br />
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oh, ma'am, but you are so much fun lately! i think you might actually be a momma's girl these days! that's a first.<br />
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you are so ticklish and when we're putting you to bed at night you're in the best mood of the day. like, seriously, throwing a party.<br />
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i can't believe how far we've come with you.<br />
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my little girl.<br />
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love you forever,<br />
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