tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492404425491452682024-03-12T20:18:12.151-04:00Blessed X 2A journey into my daily life with twins!Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-77498909164775981712015-03-06T22:03:00.004-05:002015-03-06T22:11:06.385-05:00Five minute Friday- GatherGO<br />
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Gather, something I look forward to every night at dinner. To have my little family, gathered for dinner to discuss our days is one of the best moments of the day. This has been halted while living in an apartment. Husband's new job keeps him at the office late, which means we do not eat dinner together with the girls. The apartment is so small there is not enough room to have a gathering for dinner. Gatherings are meant to be with the ones you love. I can't wait to have this back when we find a house and get settled in. I miss our daily gatherings. To be with the ones you love and hear about each ones day is important. Gathering at the table to pray and eat together with no work, no technology and nothing standing in our way of just being together as a family. This is my favorite part of the day!<br />
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STOPJacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-6980674768358287062015-03-05T23:29:00.001-05:002015-03-06T21:51:19.009-05:00TBT: 2014It has been almost a year since I have written anything, and I hope to get back to writing on this blog. It was a nice release for me. To catch you all up on what has been happening, here is an update from our life in 2014.<br />
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Girls got their first haircut by a dear friend<br />
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Girls trip to Disney on ice<br />
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The start of their obsession with Frozen<br />
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The girls love dance and gymnastics<br />
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Mommy survived her first plane ride alone with two girls, two car seats, and carry on luggage (With a 3 hour delay in an extremely small one room airport)<br />
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Went to the St. Patrick's day parade in Cleveland with my parents and grandparents, then went to hear the family band- Brigid's Cross play<br />
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Girls had their first manicure in a salon<br />
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We enjoyed going to Ann Arbor throughout our stay in Toledo<br />
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Frozen and Dave and Buster's birthday party<br />
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Ian accepted a job promotion back in the summer, which relocated us back to Cleveland.<br />
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The girls finally moved out of the terrible three's stage, but when we moved to an apartment, their attitudes started to kick in and the whining started back up. Hoping this will all go away once we find a house and can get on a routine again.<br />
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Ian and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary September 19, 2009<br />
We also celebrated our 10 year anniversary when we started dating December 17, 2004.<br />
I could not have chosen a better person to spend these 10 crazy, fun, amazing, and challenging years with. From long distance dating for 2 years, to marriage and children, I am truly the luckiest person to get to have this man all to myself for the rest of my life. <br />
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Life also became difficult in 2014. I lost one of the most important men in my life. He was my second father, my grandfather, and he was my girls best friend. It has been almost 6 months and I still struggle every day and so do the girls. One positive is that he knew I wanted to marry a man just like him, and I found that man in my husband. Before he passed he said how happy he was that I was with Ian. Now I get to see him through Ian and it is difficult at times, but also a great blessing!<br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-63399075674336462192014-03-19T22:46:00.002-04:002014-03-19T22:46:29.242-04:00updateIts been a tough couple of months. trying to balance everything in my life has been a little tough. I think I figured it out though, and hope to blog more often. My goal is once or twice a week! I have so much to talk about! For now I will leave you with two pictures from the girls playing in the snow recently! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-79076189499827464872013-11-01T17:41:00.000-04:002013-11-01T17:51:06.419-04:00Five minute Friday<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They dance around with grace, no care in the world. They are free, and they are enjoying life. To be like them would be a blessing. They are blessing, a true gift from God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I watch them dance around the living room, I want to be like them. I want to forget all my worries, fears, and everything that is pulling me down. They are beautiful, twirling around. They are confident, they don't care what anyone thinks of them. I pray by the Grace of God that they will be like this for the rest of their life. That they won't let anyone pull them down. That they remain strong, confident women. That they show those with negativity the power of grace and that everyone is unique in their own way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They keep me afloat along with the one man who loves me unconditionally. These three are the perfect piece to my heart. They are my grace when I am down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dance forever, love those who don't know what love is, lead them, and help them. No one can bring you down. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I pray they continue to live their life through God's grace.</span><br />
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-7618095229629832812013-10-30T16:25:00.000-04:002013-10-30T16:25:37.930-04:00Wordless Wednesday!I am back after a crazy couple months! Here are some pictures from our vacation this past summer! <br />
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Ocean Isle 2013!</div>
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-63803009863140223182013-04-21T21:40:00.001-04:002013-04-21T21:40:12.326-04:00A crazy two months!<br />
It has been a very crazy two months! From traveling for both sad and happy occasions, to a hospital visit and an IV for 3 days.<br />
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Harly won herself a visit to the E.R. back in March on a Sunday. After 5 hours in the E.R., we went back to Nani's house. After a day of not eating, drinking, or peeing, she won an emergency trip to the doctors on Tuesday. She got an IV and we stayed there for 5 hours getting fluids and antibiotics. She came home with an IV in and I had to flush it every 4 hours. Back to the doctors at 8am Wednesday morning to be hooked up to fluids and antibiotics for another 5 hours and waiting for her to pee, and drink something. Came home again with the IV, mommy flushing it every 4 hours. Thursday, back at 8am. From all the fluids she developed pneumonia. Hooked back up with fluids and antibiotics. Dr. had a long talk with her about eating and drinking, and not being afraid to use the potty. She finally got the IV removed that afternoon, but would be going back to the doctors the next week for follow up appointments.<br />
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I was an extremely sleep deprived mommy. My mom and sister came up to help me out. Daddy took a day off of work, and I missed my other baby. It was nice having one on one time with Harly, I don't ever get alone time with them individually. I got a whole week. But I missed my Zoey so much. <br />
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Having to watch your child go through that and being a nurse and knowing what is going on sucks. It was the hardest thing in the world. I just wanted to hold her, protect her, comfort her. I wish she didn't have to go through what she went through, but she had too. It was the only way she could get better. If I could have done it at home and avoided the hospital and doctors I would have, but I couldn't. <br />
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Harly did awesome. I was so proud of her. She did everything she was suppose too and was the bravest little girl ever! She made me so proud.<br />
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Zoey got quality time with Titi, Nani, and Daddy. She was in great care. She got to do her favorite thing, SHOP! She is the shopping queen! She definitely was jealous and missed her mommy, but I spent much needed quality time with her that weekend!<br />
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One of the hardest days out of all this was Thursday. Everything caught up to Harly and she had a meltdown. Screaming and crying to where I could not get her to calm down. I carried her to her room, I sat down on the floor with her in my arms. She hit me and kicked me over and over for a good 5 minutes. I let her. I knew she needed to get her frustrations out. After 5 minutes she collapsed in my arms and I held her tight and cried with her. I can't imagine what her mind was going through, how she was processing it. <br />
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I wrote this post because I wanted you all to know that you know your own child. If you feel there is something off with them, if your gut is telling you this, don't sit back on it. Call the doctor. No question is a dumb question. When in doubt just call them, their nurse can answer your question and if it is serious they will get the doctor on the phone.<br />
<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-66519940622257618832013-03-05T20:34:00.001-05:002013-03-05T20:34:29.792-05:00Once Upon a child and donationsWorking on a labor and delivery floor, you hear a ton of stories from the patients. Some good and some bad. It can be about anything, but the biggest one is financial hardships. Some are genuinely struggling, and some are taking advantage of the government. <br />
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Hearing these stories from the families who are trying their best to do things right, but are struggling is heartbreaking. It makes me reflect on how stable our home and finances are for our girls. I always try to help others and do my best to turn a negative into a positive.<br />
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We decided to start going through all the girls stuff. I was trying to find a good place to send it all and decided on donating some of it and selling some of it to Once upon a child.<br />
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We sold the girls infant beddings, high chairs, and some clothes to Once Upon a Child. We also donated some clothes to Goodwill. We plan on giving the infant car seats to someone in need (we have all the instructions and checked the expiration dates so it is safe). We also have two convertible cribs we plan on donating too.<br />
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It feels so good to know that I am helping families in need out. As the girls get older, I hope to set an example for them. Once the girls understand, we plan on having them donate some toys and clothes every so often and to teach them that there are some families in need (right now we do it for them).<br />
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If you have any clothes, toys, or equipment that people may be able to use; please don't toss it. Donate it to Goodwill or give it to someone. Please put yourselves in their shoes before throwing things away!<br />
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Also if you know anyone in need of cribs or infant car seats, please let me know!<br />
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In the end, all I want if for a child to experience happiness. To see them light up, just like my girls in this picture. Every child deserves this!<br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-28448230520858584802013-01-27T18:13:00.001-05:002013-01-27T18:13:36.781-05:00School!The girls have been going to school for three weeks now. They cried the first three days when I dropped them off. After the third day, they were still sad, but didn't cry when we dropped them off.<br />
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Ian does drop offs now and says they are good when they go, no tears, they give him kisses and hugs, and say I love you. When I pick them up, they are so happy to see me, they come running into my arms. They always turn and say, "bye friends, I love you, see you tomorrow." They have a favorite teacher that they hug every day before we leave. She just adores them too, we really love her!<br />
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I had a couple tears those first two weeks, I was upset for not continuing to stay at home with them, but they are so happy there! I have snuck in a couple times to watch without them seeing me and they are full of smiles. They are very quiet there though, they don't talk as much, but the teacher says they are the sweetest, most well behaved, and extremely polite kids she has ever met. That made me feel so good, like I did do something right!<br />
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I have also realized that I was being to hard on myself. they need this, they need to get more comfortable being around other kids. They are so used to just playing with each other. I broke down the other morning for the first time since I accepted the job back in December. Harly was standing in the living room. I looked at her and could see the tears forming in her sweet brown eyes. I asked her what was wrong, she looked at me and turned her head like she was embarrassed for crying. I told her to come to me and held my arms out. She came running in to them, her lower lip pouting, and tears streaming down. I held her and we cried, it hurt my heart so bad my chest was tightening. She looked up at me and said, I love you mommy, you pick me up after nap. I looked at her and said yes, mommy always comes back to get you. That was it, tears gone, kisses and hugs. I feel good about my decision because they are at the age where they can tell me about their day. They love to talk about their day, they like to feel important now and I love it. They also tell me everything bad that has happened that day. There have been a couple times where they have come home and said mommy so and so hit me today, or mommy so and so stepped on my toe. I always ask them what the outcome was. They tell me so and so had to apologize and sit in time out. So I know this was a good age to start them since they can vocalize and tell me. That makes this experience a little easier.<br />
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After these three weeks, I feel that my children appreciate me so much more. They were definitely getting bored with me at home. Now they are so happy all the time, cuddling with us so much, always giving us kisses and hugs and they say I love you about a million times a day. I love them so much. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love them, and I feel like it is a thousand times more since we started school and work. It makes you appreciate life, your spouse and children so much more. It takes all your feelings, and emotions to a whole new level.<br />
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This has been an experience, both happy and sad, but in the end everyone is happy and that is all that matters!<br />
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Girls: when you read this, know that in the end this was the best decision for all of us. I want to be able to be a part of all your school activities, sports, and your life in general! Know that yes, those two or three days at school are not what we wanted but you both love it, and we love it and love the two teachers who take awesome care of you. You two are so busy all day playing in the indoor playground that has the big slide, playing dress up, camping, learning about colors and letters, learning about Jesus, arts and crafts, and story time. You are so busy, you probably don't even realize I am not there! All I want is the best for you both. I also want you to be comfortable without me. you are going to kindergarden in 2 1/2 years and I want you two to be comfortable around children, and to learn to socialize more. This is the time to start and I know you are getting that experience! Mommy and daddy are always here for you! I love you baby girls more than words could ever tell you!<br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-87939188897657156992013-01-27T13:25:00.001-05:002013-01-27T13:25:19.849-05:00Grown up job!I made a life changing decision last month. A decision that affected our little family. I was offered an amazing opportunity to be a nurse on a labor and delivery floor. You don't get this opportunity in my field very much, so yes I jumped on it. Toughest decision I have had to make since having children. <br />
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I have been a part of both perspectives: the stay at home mom and the working mom. Both of them are extremely hard jobs. No one has any right saying the stay at home moms have it easier. That is not true, advice to those of you who say this: do it and then make a comment. Vice versa: if you are a stay at home mom and are making comments, go to work for a week and tell me how easy it is then. Both perspectives are tough, it is tough raising children. It is enjoyable and rewarding, but it is hard work no matter what you do.<br />
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We never planned for me to go back to work til our children were all in school. So it was toughest on my husband. He understands why I needed to do this and supports me, but I know he is worried about me!<br />
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I didn't want to go back and be stuck in an area that I don't want to work in. I don't do well with change, so if I took a job in the area I didn't want, I wouldn't change and would probably stay there forever. I have been watching the postings for the past three years. They are hard to come by in the two areas that I wanted to work in. Back in November, there was a posting. I applied just to get an interview and practice. Well in the end I fell in love with it and accepted the position. <br />
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Everyone was questioning my decision from my family, husband, friends, and even my new manager. When I started my orientation, everyone asked why I went back to work, instead of staying home. They all looked at me liked I was crazy. I started second guessing my decision, was I being selfish? Was it wrong of me to place my kids in someone's else's care instead of mine?<br />
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I am not selfish at all. I have never done anything for me. I have always done everything for everyone else. I knew the girls needed to socialize more. It was just us three, they didn't really play with other kids, no one has ever been the boss of them besides Ian, me, and our parents.<br />
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My reasoning for taking this job is: I wanted to get my foot in the door in this area. I also wanted to get all my training out of the way. I want to get a year under my belt so that if we have more kids, I can go PRN. Where I work PRN is: you only have to work 16 hours a month. I want to be able to go PRN when the girls start school and/or if we have another child. This way I am there for them everyday, I can be a classroom mom, I can go on every field trip they take. If there is a day where there is nothing going on I can work and be done to pick them up from school. So in the end I am not being selfish, I am doing this so I can continue to be there for them and be involved in their lives!<br />
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I will be doing two to three days a week at night. The girls will go to school from 7-12. Preschool there is from 9-12 year round. I have been there for 3 weeks now and love it! My previous job, I used to want to throw my alarm out the window, I would get so mad when it went off. I still gave 110% at my previous job, but I was not happy. With my new job, I wake up before my alarm even goes off. I am so excited to go to work. All in all I think I made the right decision for our family! <br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-16087190325520883472012-12-31T23:31:00.000-05:002012-12-31T23:31:26.551-05:002012!We are ringing in the new years with two sick toddlers. So happy they got sick while the hubby was off of work! Time to reflect on 2012.<br />
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2012 was a pretty awesome year. The past eight years have been amazing and it's all because of the man I have gotten to spend it with. It just got better back in 2009 when we found out we were not welcoming just one human being into this world but TWO. This year I have been blessed with so much. I have gotten to watch friends become mothers, I have helped strangers who are having twins with tips on how I got through the first two years. I have been blessed with being able to stay at home since the girls were born and raise them. My husband and I were able to get away for the night during 2012 and act like adults but also act like we were dating and enjoy one on one time together. We have had so many good memories this year. Its crazy how fast these years have been going since bringing the girls into this world. some of the harder times was our move away from family, no car for 3 months, apartment living and house hunting. But in the end when I look back those moments seem so small and it was a fun adventure for the girls. It also shows me how fortunate we have been. I appreciate life so much more! <br />
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2013 may be one of the hardest years that my husband and I will endure. But we are both up for a challenge and in the end will overcome it. The girls will be starting preschool this year, they are growing up way to fast. I will be enjoying this year. I will not let the small stuff interfere with this year. I will continue to be positive and focus on what is important. I will continue to decorate our house so we can call it "our home", I will also do this while using things we already own. I am so lucky to have family and friends in my life who accept me for me, who don't judge me, and who truly would be there for me no matter what. I hope to see these people more in 2013. Even though 2013 may be a tough year, I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make it one of the best years for my little family! <br />
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I hope everyone has a safe and Happy New Year. I hope you are all blessed, happy, and healthy this year. I hope you all will make a change for the world this year, whether it be giving that person who is having a bad day a smile, or paying it forward. Its time to make a change and make the world a better place for our children! God Bless you all!<br />
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-51988516793006807842012-12-03T22:18:00.000-05:002012-12-03T22:44:35.046-05:00Mommy obsessionMy mommy obsession is the Royals. I am obsessed with Princess Kate and Prince William! I have always been obsessed with them since they were dating. I know I don't know him, but from the sounds of it and just watching him, Prince William seems like a genuine person. Someone who is going to protect his wife and take very good care of her. I love Princess Kate because she is sweet, and from the looks of it her parents raised an amazing person. I love her because she recycles her wardrobe. She has reworn outfits, she doesn't pay a fortune for some of her clothes. What other celebrity has done that? She has all the money in the world, yet she has reworn clothes and bought a 30 dollar dress. Celebrities are big in this world and children look up to them. This is one person I wouldn't mind my children looking up too. (Yes, yes I know she has billions of dollars and had a very exprensive wedding, that could have been given to charities or a lot of people in need.) Yes, my children and I watched the wedding! They may have only been 11 months, and have had no idea what was happening but we had a royal party that day!<br />
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So, when my sister texted me and told me she was pregnant, the girls and I had a little dance party for them. At nap time I decided to jump on the computer real fast, and read she was in the hospital with severe morning sickness. It sent me back to when I was pregnant and on zofran for a while. Maybe she is having twins? How exciting would that be? It would not be so exciting for the second twin though :(.<br />
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I stalk their website often, and wish Kate would start her own blog, I know this will never happen though! Oh how I would love to meet both of them. I would love to meet Prince Harry too, he seems like he gets along with everyone. I am pretty sure he would never want to hang out with a mommy!<br />
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So there, I confessed to my obsession! <br />
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<a href="http://www.dukeandduchessofcambridge.org/high-demand/baby/" target="_blank">Duke and Duchess of Cambridge website</a><br />
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-53888608485617050962012-12-01T22:28:00.001-05:002012-12-01T22:28:13.208-05:00Thankfulness/Tis the season of givingI am thankful for so many things, here are the three most!<br />
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My amazing husband who fought for me to go on a first date with him, who asked me to marry him, for a promise he made while putting the gorgeous ring that I will cherish forever on my finger. The day we said our personal vows, the promises, and the love we have for each other. The man who works for hard to provide for his family. I am so thankful to have this wonderful, caring, patient man in my life.<br />
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My children who have been the biggest blessing in our lives. I love them more than I will ever be able to communicate or put in words to them. They keep us going everyday, and I look forward to waking up to see what the next day brings us, whether it is a good day or bad day! I am so thankful for being blessed with twins and given the opportunity to shape them into amazing women.<br />
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Our family and friends for without them we wouldn't be the people we are today! Thank you!<br />
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With all that, I knew what I was thankful for and I am thankful for <u>so much more</u>, but I didn't feel I needed to express all of this. There are so many people who don't get to be thankful for a family, their health, education, etc... My heart breaks for these people. This leads me to "Tis the season of giving."<br />
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I have donated to St. Jude's for a long time. I get so upset every time I hear about a child battling cancer. When I go back to work, I hope to get on a research study and find a cure for cancers. No child should have to fight for their lives at such a young age or anyone for that matter. Ian and I have decided to continue this tradition. I am also going to donate to Metro Health. Without Metro, I may not have these two girls in my life. I am forever grateful to this hospital.<br />
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We have talked a lot and want our children to understand the true meaning of Christmas. They will learn about Jesus. They will learn that it is not all about presents. They will learn what giving means. Here are our goals for every year:<br />
1. Ian wants to get involved with a food bank or soup kitchen and have all of us help with serving or donating food to it. <br />
2. We want to adopt a family in need and give them a Christmas they deserve. <br />
3. Continue to donate to St. Jude's and Metro.<br />
4. When the girls understand (I will do it this year), we are going to have them go through their toys every year and give to children in need.<br />
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We will add to this list every year, and we will also get the girls involved and see what else they would like to do. This is something that is very important to us and close to our hearts. We may not have a lot to give and offer, but I do feel a little goes a long way.<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/2H0EY4Rrpf4" target="_blank">Carrie Underwood- Change</a>- great song!<br />
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-51512855234366425792012-11-27T23:07:00.001-05:002012-11-27T23:14:11.571-05:00halfway to 3!Wow, where has the time gone. From the time you both turned two until now, so much has changed. I think back to when you girls were babies, and I have a hard time remembering things. I will look at pictures and tear up just remembering those times! It is amazing how much you two have changed, my precious babies are growing up so fast. Daddy says you are little women. He is so right, you can have a conversation just like adults do.<br />
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I am understanding the "enjoy these moments because they will be all grown up before you know it" It is so true, I feel like the days are going so fast and before I can blink your a day older, 6 months older, a year older.<br />
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Here are some things that have happened these past few months:<br />
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Tantrums are fewer and fewer, which is so nice. It is nice because there is less throwing things, and kicking! Yes, Zoey when you get mad, you have a little temper and throw things. Harly you like to scream high pitched at the top of your lungs and kick. You are understanding everything, you know right from wrong, and you are just a joy to be around even with those few tantrums. Daddy thanks you often because you are finally out of the screaming, crying stage. He loves this happy little grown up stage!<br />
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There are challenging days, you two are just so strong willed and definitely girly girls! You are so smart that you challenge me everyday, you get bored and want to do harder things. It is crazy how smart you two are! You two like to be independent and get dressed by yourself. Those days are great though because we all get to learn and grow as a family! I love a challenge too, it makes me a better mommy! If you didn't challenge mommy and daddy then our lives would be dull, so keep doing it!<br />
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Its easier for mommy and daddy to ask one of you to calm down your sister. When we can't get you guys to calm down or understand what is wrong through your tears, we just ask your sister and she can calm you in 2 seconds. there are times where you are so upset you go into another room, your sister will come find you, hold you, rub your back, kiss and hug you, and bring you back to where we are. It is the sweetest thing in the world. I would be lying if I said I don't cry often! <br />
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You two LOVE to help with everything. From cooking, to baking, to folding the laundry and sweeping the floor. You want to be a grown up, though you really do not like to pick up your toys!<br />
The "why" questions have started and I love every minute of it! I never say because I said so. I also refuse to say that because you should understand. When I tell you not to do something and you ask why, I give you an explanation, same with when you just ask why questions. I don't want to be that mom who says because I said so. You two also talk up a storm and sometimes we can't get you to stop! It is the cutest thing! <br />
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You both love to explain everything. Whatever you do or whatever question I ask you, you will explain it and not give me a one word answer. Daddy and I give each other credit for this because we don't like to give you one word answers either! You both also express your feelings. You tell me your happy, sad, mad, or scared. It is so cute!<br />
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Nap time is awesome! You both fall asleep the minute I say its nap time. It is GREAT! Bedtime is a million times better! From the moment we switched you to big girls beds, it has been easier. You are sleeping through the night 98% of the time too which is fabulous!<br />
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I love how excited you get the minute you hear the garage open and daddy lock his car! You both run around the island, then to the door and open it. You both say daddy I can't see you (because it is dark outside). When you do spot him, "there you are daddy." Then the giggles start, daddy gets in the house and you jump in his arms. It is an amazing site, you love him so much. You ask to go see him at work, and ask me 5 times a day when daddy will be home. I love bedtime when you wrap your little arms around daddy as he lays on your floor and reads you a story. When you look him in the eyes, take his face in your hands and kiss him. Then you shout back to each other I love you for a couple minutes! Daddy always tells me that he loves this stage!<br />
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You two love baby dolls, trains, Dora, and playing games. I love our family game nights, they are the best! You love to chase each other around the whole house. Dance, and sing are two of your favorite things. You both can do this all day long and be happy, as long as you have a tutu or dress on! You like to dress up in mommy's clothes, so you can be a mommy and take care of your baby dolls. Its the cutest thing ever!<br />
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The love you have for each other is indescribable! You two may fight here and there, but the sweetness outweighs the fighting. you are always helping each other out, calming each other down, dancing together, singing together, and watching you play baby and mommy role is my absolute favorite! I can't get over how much you have changed. Going from infants, to babies, to toddlers has been amazing. It has truly been a blessing to watch you both grow up and watch you achieve each milestone. I am lucky to be able to watch this, and will be so sad next year when you start preschool. I can't even believe you will be going to school already and I will be losing two hours with you guys. I think this is going to be harder on me than you two!<br />
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I love you more and more everyday. I can't wait to continue this journey called parenting with you two. You girls are the greatest gift I could have ever been given, besides your daddy! Thank you for making me so happy, you two bring so much joy to your mommy and daddy! I am so proud at the way you two have been growing up and turning into amazing little girls who will one day change the world. You two are so unbelievably smart, caring, and just all around sweet! I love you always and forever!<br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-55198117424131181732012-11-13T22:35:00.000-05:002012-11-13T22:35:20.055-05:00car seat safetyI got a chance to join a twitter party with Ali Landry, Britax, and hundreds of other mommies and daddies regarding car seat safety, and I would like to pass it along to all of you!<br />
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Keep kids rear facing until TWO. Yes, I know it sucks, but it is for their safety. Their neck muscles are not strong enough for an impact. Hopefully you will never be in a car accident, but you just don't know. I thought I would have never been in one, but I was. I was 25 weeks pregnant when I was in a car accident. If I had the girls and they were forward facing before two, they probably would have been severly injured. Something I don't want to think about. We kept the girls rear facing til 2. I know it stinks not being abe to see them or give them things but it is for their safety!<br />
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Latch system limits. If you vehicle has the latch system use it. Do not use this system and the seat belt together. One thing I learned is vehicles have a latch limit, that you have to stop using the latch system once your child hits 40lbs. The latch system is will not protect your child if you continue to use it after they hit 40lbs. You NEED to switch to the seatbelt when this happens!<br />
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Installation- Take it to the fire/police department and have them check it.<br />
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Place children in the middle of the back row. I have twins so I was not able to do this, they are each next to a window. The safest place for a child is in the middle though.<br />
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Winter- do NOT put a heavy coats on them in the car seat. Yes, its cold but that coat will not save their life in a car accident. Those straps are loosened for the coat, not the child. When the girls were little, I would just wrap them in a blanket to get in and out of somewhere. Now that they are older I put them both in their seats, and take their coats off before I buckle. Then when I unbuckle I put their coats back on. Yes its a pain, but its my childrens safety, it takes 2-5 minutes out of your time, so what, you can spare 2-5 minutes!<br />
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Checking harness- harness is tight enough when you can't pinch the webbing or staps at the collarbone. Clip should be at armpit level.<br />
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There is a ton of info on the government websites also. Please keep your children safe!<br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-76728582865482048522012-10-23T21:38:00.002-04:002012-10-23T21:38:45.219-04:00play groups, twins club, meeting new people!Since the girls have been born, I have stepped out of my shell. Litttle history- I am a very shy and quiet person, before kids I would have not made an effort to meet new people, I have a hard time striking up a conversation. That all changed when I had children. <br />
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The girls were about 10 weeks when I decided to look for a play group to join. I was thankful to know someone in a play group so that helped a lot. I remember Ian's face and reaction when I told him I had joined a play group and already went to a meetup. He was very shocked, but so happy and proud of me. I loved that play group and miss them all dearly! We are sad because we have not found one out here that compares to the one back home. There was also a twins club back home that I really wanted to join. It was not possible with all of Ian's traveling he did every week and it always landed on the day the meeting was. I was determined to join one where we live now.<br />
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When we moved, Ian's new position did not require him to travel. I decided this would be a great opportunity to join the twins club out here. Well what I didn't know was that this club was recognized at state level and national level (NOMOTC). I was able to go to the meeting, meet other twin mommies, and really enjoy myself. I have mom's I can talk to who know what I am going through and who have been through it. It was a lot of fun and I am looking forward to play dates with this group and the meetings. Also our club is hosting the state convention this year, so that is exciting! <br />
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We also have some pretty awesome neighbors who the girls love to play with. The girls and I are starting to be little social butterflies. My husband loves it too, and loves to see me come out of my shell! It also feels good, I hold my own now and have really enjoyed this experience. I also wanted to show the girls that they can do it too. What I once thought was an uncomfortable situation, is now a joy! I am trying to be better in areas that I was not for my children!<br />
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-88322205353768729372012-10-17T14:46:00.002-04:002012-10-17T14:51:49.236-04:00potty training tips and tricks!Well...Harly is potty trained! She did it in two days! It was easier than I expected, so here are some tips and tricks. Hopefully they help you, and potty training was not as bad as I had first thought!<br />
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1. Stay calm- I know how stressful and frustrating it can be when children pee on the floor. It stinks, but you can't show them your frustration. They will not want to do it if they see you getting frustrated. I learned that telling them, "its OK pee goes in the potty." They would walk around and say, "no pee in underwear, pee in potty." Just remember it takes time, stay calm, and they will get it.<br />
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2. Don't expect them to get it the first time they pee in potty. They will get very excited, but that doesn't mean they will do it again. That is a huge step though.<br />
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3. Don't have too many distractions. I tried to stick to one thing during potty training. We colored a lot, played with playdoh, and made castles with mega blocks.<br />
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4. Twins may not be ready at the same time. Remember, even though they are twins, they are individuals and still may not be on the same track as the other. I never compared them to each other, I know they are their own person. My girls potty trained a week apart. We do a lot of things together, but when it comes to leaning and experiences, we try our best to keep it separate in case one is not quite ready.<br />
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5. YOU have to be ready. Not only does your child have to be ready, the parent has to be ready for it too.<br />
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6. If one learned something before the other, I let them help teach the one that has not mastered it yet. Zoey did a great job on getting her sister to potty train. I did not push. They definitely helped each other, that is a great thing about having twins!<br />
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7. I recommend two potty chairs if you have twins. They always have to go at the same time, so its great to put them on their own and watch them cheer for each other. "Yay, sissy you peed, I so proud of you." Those are normally their lines to each other!<br />
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8. There have been a lot of recommendations of a potty schedule with twins. So they both go at the same time, instead of one goes and then a half hour later another one goes. But, I have not had to do this. They are pretty much on the same schedule and go at the same time. If your little ones do not, than I highly recommend a potty schedule.<br />
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9. Cloth diapers- I think this has definitely helped with potty training the girls. With cloth diapers, you know when you are wet. They would run up to me from the time they were 18 months old, telling me to change their diaper. Disposable diapers have so much absorbency in them that it pulls away and they don't know when they are wet.<br />
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10. The earlier you start the better. We put the girls on the potty starting at 18 months. We put them on in the morning, at nap, and at bedtime. They never peed in it, but it got them comfortable with the potty. They also watched me use the potty. They would never let me go alone, they were scared the minute I left them alone to just pee. So from the time they could move til now, they have watched me every time I used the bathroom. I think that helped a lot too.<br />
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11. We did do a sticker chart and M&Ms. Some people don't do this, but it helped me. They also didn't get an M&M every time they went.<br />
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12. We use pull ups at nap time and bedtime. From the time they both used the potty (about two weeks ago for Zoey, one week for Harly) they have kept their pull ups dry at nap. I have been leaving them in their underwear at nap and they have not had one accident. This doesn't go for every child, this is the last step and it takes time. The girls just hate that wet feeling. They have started keeping their pull ups dry at night (the past two nights), but I am going to wait a little longer before I stop using them at night.<br />
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13. Traveling potty sit. I was against this when I heard people putting potties in their car, but I am one of those moms now. We have only taken one on our long trip to see Ian's family. I don't put one in the car when we run errands. I have them pee before we leave the house. They don't really ask me to use the restroom while we are out. There have only been two or three times they have, and have done a great job holding it til I located the restrooms.<br />
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13. Stick with it- Once you start, don't look back. Even if it takes a couple weeks, keep up with it. The minute you step back, they win. Then it will turn into a power struggle.<br />
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14. Every child is different! Don't force it! GOOD LUCK!!!<br />
<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-33647036969776113312012-10-05T22:09:00.001-04:002012-10-05T22:09:39.558-04:00Potty Training 101: potty train in a day!We have been putting the girls on the potty since they were 18 months. They never peed or pooped on it, but they sat on it three times a day. On their 2nd birthday, we got them potties. With the relocation, living in temporary housing, moving into the new house, traveling, etc. we knew that we wouldn't start potty training til after summer was over. This was the only thing out of parenting that I was dreading (and the teenage years!). I had a lot of built up anxiety about potty training. But it went better than I had expected.<br />
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The girls were ready, they would tell us when they were going potty in their diaper, and they would take their diapers off after they pooped. I decided to start talking to them about the potty in September. They would wear underwear some days, but pee in them. My goal was just to get them used to underwear, the potty, and how it feels when you pee in your underwear.<br />
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We have a lot going on this month with every weekend booked, whether its parties or traveling, so I wasn't going to push potty training til at least November. That all changed when Zoey asked me for underwear on Monday. I was not about to say no and discourage it just because we were leaving Saturday. <br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Harly</span>: Every time she had to pee, she would pee in her underwear. She would sit on the potty but never pee in it.<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Zoey</span>: No accidents! Pee'd on the potty three times today! Sticker chart pulled out, and M&Ms to reward!<br />
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Day 2: Tuesday<br />
<span style="color: purple;">Harly</span>: Accidents still, not peeing on the potty. She is starting to become scared of the potty.<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Zoey</span>: No pee accidents again! Did have a poop accident in her underwear. Got M&Ms for going on the potty.<br />
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Day 3: Wednesday<br />
<span style="color: purple;">Harly</span>: Crying every time she had to pee, begging for a diaper to be put on. I have decided to not push her until she is more comfortable with the potty. But so proud of her for trying! <br />
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Day 4: Thursday<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Zoey</span> had three accidents today. I knew we would end up regressing when she saw Harly in a diaper. These accidents are partly my fault too. Reason being- in the morning, Zoey was playing with her toys and she got up, ran, and stripped. She sat on the potty and pee'd, never once telling me she had to pee. So I got lenient and wasn't asking her throughout the day if she had to pee, which resulted in accidents.<br />
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Day 5: Friday<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Zoey</span> had no accidents. She is starting to get sick of M&Ms as her reward, so we are going to go to the store and get new candy to keep her on a roll! Again she went on the potty without being told or asked too! Daddy got to witness this too! So proud of her!<br />
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I will start with Harly again, the issue is that these girls are <strong>outsmarting</strong> me with EVERYTHING (and I mean everything, they are way too smart)! Harly knew that if she held her pee til naptime (which she did one day) that she would be getting a pull up on. The minute I put it on her, she said, "I peeing." With her it is going to come down to a power struggle. Part of me feels guilty for not starting sooner, but there was just way to much chaos in our lives. I also thought it would be the complete opposite because Zoey is very stubborn and strong willed. We will get there though, and I am not worried. I have all winter!<br />
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How I potty trained in one day: I waited til they said they were ready. We continued our normal routine. They have been sitting on the potty for almost a year. We have had a lot of talks about the potty too. I will let you know how potty training with Harly goes. The hard part will be these next couple days with Zoey, due to I am sure the place we are going to won't have a potty 5 feet away from us. I will be that annoying mom asking her child every 5 minutes if she has to go to the bathroom (sorry to everyone ahead of time!) I know there will be a lot more accidents til she gets used to having to hold her pee til we find a potty, but I refuse to back down. I don't want her to be discouraged and go back in diapers. I will survive this, and I will have a ton of extra clothes on hand! Plus daddy will be there to help, thank goodness!Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-35297994143022631262012-10-01T20:34:00.002-04:002012-10-01T20:34:21.549-04:00Start of family nights: Family, Finding Nemo, snuggle timeI am so excited to do family nights! The girls aren't old enough for board games yet, but I can't wait to have a family game night. Two weekends ago, we decided to have a family movie night. We don't let the girls watch a lot of T.V. They watch about a 1/2 hour, but when they have bad days, we throw it on for a little longer just to get things done.<br />
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We didn't know if they would sit through a two hour movie. The longest movie they watched was an hour movie on the car ride to vacation. We wanted to give it a shot though and knew we could just turn it off and play.<br />
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I took the girls to the library and gave them some options. In the end, they picked Finding Nemo. There were a lot more scary parts than I realized and just had to reassure them that Nemo, Nemo: (aka Marlin), and Dory were OK. They sat through the whole movie and loved it. They continue to ask to watch it every day now.<br />
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They then found all the board games. They were still wrapped and never opened. We played candy land with the girls and they had fun picking out the cards for daddy and me!<br />
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It was a great family night, we all snuggled together and it was just perfect! I look forward to many more family nights!<br />
Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-41467736255138286822012-09-14T22:00:00.000-04:002012-09-14T22:00:18.817-04:00big girl beds: Naptime helpSo the big girls beds have been a success at bedtime the past two weeks! Zoey is sleeping through the night and only waking at 5am some nights! Harly who was our great sleeper, is having some issues and waking up more. But, she is starting to get used to it now and doing a little better!<br />
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Last week they did pretty well after I gave them a firm warning. This week, not so much. All week they have not taken a nap. I have done everything, putting them in at 12:30. Not working. Putting them in at 1. Not working. I have gone up there and and told them it is time to stay in their beds. One will sneak out and I have to go up again. After going up there multiple times, it is time for them to wake up. </div>
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-74574206893860563342012-09-13T21:18:00.000-04:002012-09-13T21:18:11.647-04:00Big girl beds: My love, hate relationshipIan and I had talked and said we would wait til the girls were 3 to change them into big girl beds. They have only tried to climb out of their cribs once and we put an end to that real fast. Zoey has always been a horrible sleeper. Up until we changed her to a big girl bed, she hadn't slept through the night. We tried everything from the ferber method, to sitting in their room and moving away every night til we were out the door. She either was sick, teething, having night terrors, losing her duck (aka: pacifer), or separation anxiety. Harly on the other hand is a great sleeper, we have never had an issue with her and she usually sleeps through Zoey's <strike>crying</strike> screaming. It has come down to me just sleeping on the floor in their room almost every night, which usually ends in me falling asleep in there because I am so exhausted, or forcing myself to stay awake to sneak out when she falls asleep. If you read <a href="http://2-blessings.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-life-would-be-like.html" target="_blank">this</a> post, then you would understand why I am so exhausted...I don't know how to turn my mind off, plus add in chasing two toddlers all day.<br />
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When the girls turned 2, they wanted to wear underwear and sit on the potty more. I am not pushing the potty, but I am also not discouraging it. I would rather potty train the winter than summer and fall. We decided because of the potty and because Zoey still wasn't sleeping through the night that maybe we should put them in big girl beds.<br />
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So that is what we did on Monday of Labor Day weekend!<br />
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We put a gate up at their door, removed any dangerous things, and pulled their dresser out until we get the straps to attach it to the wall.<br />
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Night one= unsuccessful. We had talked all day about being big girls, they watched me break down their cribs and change them to toddler beds. They played in it all day. Then night time came and they screamed. They were asking for their cribs back. The only way they would sleep is if I layed in their room all night. Zoey slept in her bed and Harly slept on the floor.<br />
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Day 2, Nap time= partial success. We put them up at 12:45. At 1:30, they were still awake and playing. We went up there and said it was time to stay in their beds, no more getting out. By 2, they finally fell asleep. We let them sleep til 4, but their naps are usually 1-3:30.<br />
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Day 2, Bedtime= Successful. Because their nap was late they didn't go to bed til 8:30. We continued to do our same routine that we have done since they were born. They went in the beds, and played til I went up there at 9:15. I told them just like naptime that they had to stay in their beds now. They finally fell asleep at 10. AND...They slept all night long! Yes, all night!!<br />
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Bedtimes have been awesome, finally!!! But, naptimes not so much! Thus my love, hate relationship with big girl beds!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and so does this one!</td></tr>
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**Next post coming up is asking for help regarding naps in big girl beds....stay tuned!Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-64838888282973460062012-09-04T14:49:00.002-04:002012-09-04T14:49:31.424-04:00It's an Elmo birthday!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">
Better late than never right?!? We celebrated the girls 2nd birthday at the end of June. It was during our crazy transition from new area, temporary housing, no car (not a good two months!). We wanted some familiarity back in the girls lives, what better way than an Elmo party, family, and friends! Here are some pictures from that day!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Their sign for the party that the girls helped me make!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">friends!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More friends</td></tr>
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-84621177743521114552012-08-24T21:55:00.001-04:002012-08-24T21:55:27.773-04:00Five for Friday: Toddlers say the darnest things!Here are some sentences the girls are saying:<br />
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1. Mommy: singing while driving.<br />
Harly: mommy, no sing song in car!<br />
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2. Harly: where's my lovie (in a whiny voice)<br />
Zoey: (annoyed) Sissy, its right here, on chair<br />
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3. "Try it, you'll like it." Their favorite line they say every time they have something new on their plate (thank you Yo Gabba Gabba). If they don't like it, they say "try it, don't like it!"<br />
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4. Zoey: More muffins mommy<br />
Me: Sorry sweetie, they are all gone.<br />
Zoey: How 'bout cookies mommy?<br />
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5. Me: Harly, do you want to play with the rice table?<br />
Harly: No mommy, I'm good!<br />
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What I miss the most is their jibberish language when they were little. They had their own little language that only they both understood. They still use it, but not as much. It's amazing how in a blink in the eye they are talking in full sentences. <br />
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If one of them is doing something they are not suppose too, the other one will say no sissy, no no. Then they say here sissy and shows her what is the right way. Love it!<br />
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Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-17653859527895788792012-08-14T23:06:00.000-04:002012-08-14T23:06:23.664-04:00What life would be likeWhat would life be like without Facebook, pinterest, or google. What would it be like if you could go back to when you were a little kid, where you had to go to the library to look up information not like today where you just pull out your phone. What would it be like if instead of communicating through Facebook you actually called that person or saw them in person. Why does everyone care about what people are posting, most of it is negative statuses anyway. I need to delete my account, but this is where I put info about my blog on here. But I don't care about facebook or other people's problems except the updates on the important people in my life. All you geniuses and inventors out there- Please stop making everything about technology. I want my children to have a childhood like I did. Can you start making people get off their butts instead of them sitting and doing everything on the computer or their phones. Please take us back in time to when we had to actually move, thank you! Sincerely a mommy who will devote herself to making sure her children don't sit in front of the t.v., computer, or play video games 24/7!<br />
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What would life be like if you could say your own opinion and not have someone completely tear it apart. What if I write a opinionated blog post? Would I lose my readers, would they just view it as my opinion, would they tear me apart? 10 other people just wrote about a topic I was going to write about. Do I still write it? Will they think I am copying? Do they even read my blog? Why do I care so much about every little thing and what other people think about me?<br />
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What would life be like if we could just go back to when I was a little girl, where I was able to ride my bike in our development and not have a care in the world. Where kids could have a little freedom. I won't let my girls out of my sight til they move out of our house. Which leads me too all my worrying. <br />
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How do people with children have so much time on their hands? I wake up, shower, get the girls up, make breakfast. Get kids fed, play or run errands with them. Nap time=clean the house, edit pictures, or shower if I didn't get one before the girls woke up. Kids wake up play some more, make dinner, eat, clean up dinner... wait who am I kidding, the girls won't let me clean, they want my full undivided attention. Ok have them help me clean. Give them dishes to load in the dishwasher...they are making a bigger mess (I should have waited til they went to bed). Bath time, story time with daddy, bedtime. Downstairs pick up all the toys, sit down, spend some time with Ian if he hasn't fallen asleep, blog, Facebook, and pinterest. Oh no it's midnight, one of the girls will probably be up at any moment (yes, they are two, yes Zoey still gets up at night..save this for another post to explain). Try to sleep can't. What was that noise, is some one breaking in, get up and check on the girls with what feels like the millionth time. Reminds me, Ian we need to get a dog so I can sleep at night. Wait, I hate dogs. The slobber, the barking, the shedding, licking my girls. Gross. But I would feel better, especially living in this big house. I would love to start a etsy shop. I have a million bows and fabric, but with what time? <br />
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At the end of the day these issues seem so small. I have bigger issues to worry about like: what preschool to send the girls too, sign them up for dance and gymnastics, paint and decorate the house, fix my resume for when the girls start pre-preschool next year I can go back to work the days they are in school( best thing about being a nurse, making your own hours and picking up when YOU are able too).<br />
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I am always afraid of what others may think of me. Maybe that is why I am so quiet and shy. I don't know. I am going to be myself, best thing is I can be myself on here because some of you don't know me! I want to show the girls that they need to be themselves and to not worry about what other people may think of them. Just be you! I will treat them like individuals. Just because they are twins, and they will grow up together; I will never treat them as one unit. They are each their own person. To you mommy of twins out there, please remember that!<br />
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This is off topic but: people need to watch what they say. We were at the grocery store today, and some lady came up to me and said how do you tell them apart. One looks like she has fat cheeks compared to the other. Number one: don't say that to a mother, and secondly: they have the same face and cheeks. Are you blind? Then she proceeded to say: you are lucky you have two gorgeous twins and neither of them are ugly. Most twins I see one is ugly and one is cute. WHAT?!?! did you really just say that to me. Lets just say I looked and at her and walked away...it may have gotten ugly if I continued to let her talk to me.<br />
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<br />Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-11986990192889262872012-08-01T22:52:00.001-04:002012-08-02T08:11:23.200-04:002012 Olympics!One of my favorite times every four years is the summer Olympics! I love everything about them, the thrill I get sitting at the edge of my seat during gymnastics and swimming. At times I feel like Aly Raisman's parents. I feel like I am living through them, that I know them, and that they are my best friends! Weird? Right, I know!<br />
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There were only certain times our parents let us stay up late, during special occasions such as the winter Olympics and the Cleveland Indians world series in 1997 (yes it was a school night, but it was a once in a probably (the way Cleveland is looking) lifetime event our parents wanted us to experience!)<br />
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I remember the summer Olympics of 1996 so vividly! Maybe because it was in the United States, it was live during our U.S. time, and there was no facebook, twitter, internet ruining it. Does anyone else think the NBC coverage is horrible? Maybe because I wished I was those girls, but I still remember that day! I remember watching it with my family, sitting, jumping, clenching our fists and eyes during the balance beam routines, yelling at the gymnasts like they could hear me: land it, don't fall, come on girls! The magnificent 7 were amazing! I loved those girls! I even went to college with Dominique Moceanu (very sweet person, she even performed some skills during anatomy and physiology class for the 12 of us that were in it!)<br />
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Kerri did it though. I still remember that moment, where my sister and I started crying. The moment she landed it, the moment her coach carried her off, and them receiving the gold medal. I could lie and say we just got teary eyed and that I don't have any of the newspapers saved, but that would be awful of me. Yes, I did cry (not tears, full blown crying!), yes I did save every magazine and newspaper article from those Olympics. You ask, do I still have them? Absolutely, in my memory box! Even for my birthday that October, my mom took me to see them perform at the Gund Arena. So to get to relive that moment last night watching the fab 5, it brought be back to when I was a little girl watching the magnificent 7! No, I did not cry, but I did get teary-eyed. I wanted to cheer, but I had a very sick little girl laying next to me and did not want to wake her!<br />
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So I will cheer now, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It was a great moment! A moment I hope I get with my girls. I can't wait til they are older and understand. I can't wait to keep them up late for moments like this and to see them so happy and excited! I don't know if they will be able to experience that with any Cleveland sports (they may have to be a Pittsburgh fans like their daddy, before you throw me hate emails, Ian was born and raised in Pittsburgh so you can't be mad at the man!)<br />
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I am most excited for those little experiences with my girls, like I had with my mom and sister. I pray there will be moments like this. Like the Magnificent 7, Fab 5, Michael Phelps, Missy Franklin, and so on...<br />
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I also hope they find that hobby that they absolutely fall in love with. It was dance for me, competitive cheerleading for my sister. Who knows I may have two gymnasts or dancers, two amazing little girls who may want to go all the way.<br />
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here are some videos of our dance parties we have every evening in our household and just because I think they are so cute! <br />
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Just wait til you see their singing videos! Coming soon....call me maybe?!?!Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449240442549145268.post-59513027907766389182012-07-26T21:38:00.002-04:002012-07-26T21:38:41.479-04:00Twin fact from snapple cap!My sister sent me a picture of her snapple bottle cap that had an interesting twin fact! Here it is:<br />
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<b>Funny thing is</b>: This is true! Both the girls are left handed! Interesting what you can learn from a bottle cap! Will start paying more attention to these things!<br />
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Just thought this would be fun to share! Thanks Titi!Jacquelyn P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07295770917821261796noreply@blogger.com0