tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11178062066464733262024-03-05T07:05:20.070-08:00ChandaceKandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-20352776254045894522012-10-01T12:39:00.000-07:002013-01-05T12:42:21.825-08:00DisneylandThis year we went with Chad's family to Disneyland. We've been planning it for over a year, but it feels like longer due to our brother-in-law, Tyler's, daily countdown. "Only 156 more days until Disneyland!" <br />
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We decided that driving 12 hours in the car with Logan was completely out of the question, and we would take our chances fighting him on a plane instead. We came ultra prepared with snacks and bottles and toys and movies, I seriously considered bribing everyone around us with gifts so that they'd like us and find it in their hearts to tolerate us and our 15 month old. We prayed and prayed that he'd be good and our fellow passengers
wouldn't want to kick us out of the emergency exit mid-flight. Fortunately, our prayers were answered and Logan was a champ. He was so great on the flight, and our hopes were high by the time we landed that we were going to have a fantastic week. <br />
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Turns out...we should have extended our prayers to include the entirety of our trip and not just our flights.<br />
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Just out side of Small World Logan exhibited the worst temper tantrum he has ever had. At one point he ripped off his shoe (I didn't even know he could take off his shoe) and he chucked it some poor, innocent, little girls head who just happened to be walking by during his melt down. I had to use the five point harness in his stroller for the first time and I didn't know if it would hold up to his thrashing. After about 45 minutes of this he cried himself into a mild comma and he slept for the first time in days. We didn't dare do anything but sit in one spot in Fantasy Land for about 2 hours. And that little story, my fellow Mousekateers pretty much sums up our trip. <br />
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see, I am not in a single picture, due to the fact that Logan would not
allow anyone but Chad hold him, and when I did hold him, he was less
then charming for a photo op.<br />
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Oh, oh! I lied, I'm in one! Dumbo. We
made him come with me...he whined/cried the entire ride. Good times. Good times.<br />
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All in all, it was a pretty rough trip. With a few shinning moments. And those shinning moments did make it worth while. <br />
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But Note to Logan: When you start begging us to take you to Disneyland and I refer you to this post, just realize you brought the "No." upon yourself. <br />
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With a lot of brown nosing and a LOT of chores we MAY change our minds...when you and all of your future siblings are over the age of 15. (It will take us at least that long to recover.) P.S. Cars Land...is absolutely amazing. We thought you'd like it. You didn't. You did enjoy the spit fountains in Bugs World, however. Pretty much the only thing you liked. Oh, that and the hot tub at the hotel...which you weren't supposed to be in. Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-32885791542096061562012-08-30T12:45:00.000-07:002013-01-05T12:45:34.544-08:00John & Cheyanne<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So our little brother John got married! He married the sweetest girl ever: Cheyanne. These two are just too cute together. Congratulations you guys! We're so happy for you!<br />
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Give a boy a bowl.<br />
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And you've got one happy kid.<br />
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You give a boy a hose... <br />
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And he's ecstatic!<br />
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...and if you turn it on...<br />
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...he gets very, very wet. <br />
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...and he likes it. A lot.<br />
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Oh, life's simple pleasures.Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-77932361898849415482012-08-02T07:36:00.001-07:002012-08-02T07:36:36.817-07:00Letters to LoganHey Bubba!<br />
Man, does time fly when you are having fun! You have grown so much over the past few months, and I've been so crazy busy that I haven't found time to document most of it! (Terrible mom, I know. ) <br />
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We were a little worried about your not crawling by your first birthday, but we are coming to realize that you do things when YOU want to do them. And if any of us tries to make you do it before you want to...you sure let us know you're not happy about it. So...until you decided you were ready you just cruised all around the furniture. And if you weren't by any furniture you'd cry until I figured out where you wanted to.<br />
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All of a sudden you're cruising! You are crawling everywhere, you one day decided that you were going to go upstairs...and you did. First time. No hesitation. From the bottom step all the way up to the top. No help. I was beaming with pride...and then fear as I realized I have yet to truly baby proof the house. <br />
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You also started speaking! You're first word: Cracker. Go figure. You say it more like "kra-ka"...but you definitely say it! You also say "go" and "Uh-oh" and "da-da-da-da" When you see your dad. ...The mom thing...I think you know how to say it...but only when you feel like you REALLY need to. You do not perform for anyone no matter how much we beg. <br />
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You are a real Daddy's boy. This morning when both your Dad and I went to get you out of bed you beamed with joy when Dad picked you up and when he handed you to me you instantly started crying these big crocodile tears. ...It only hurt a little. ;) I cry too when people take me away from your dad! But Dad just eats it up! He loves that you adore him. And he adores you back. That's for certain. If I had a nickle for every time your dad randomly says to me "I just LOVE our little boy!" I could pay for your first year of college!<br />
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Dad has the most random of nicknames for you. Some of his favorite are Sanchez, Francesco, Santonio, Santorum, and let's not forget Bean-er. I'm amazed you know you're name at all. Especially since I have a few nicknames of my own for you: Bubba, Lo-gie, Lo-gie-Lowgs, Bumkin, and occasionally...when your cranky, or naughty, I refer to you as Turkey Butt. I'm guessing some of these will stick...others will change...and I'm SURE more will be added. I'm just glad when I say "Logan" you do- in fact- turn around. <br />
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I'm sorry to say...that I've taken a pole..and 5 out of 5 moms say you're a hard baby. Not impossible. Just hard. I would have to agree. You have your moments of adorable sweetness. But for the most part you're kind of hard to keep happy. I'm pretty sure it's due to the lack of you being able to tell me exactly what you want. And as soon as you can I'm almost positive that the issue will switch over to me not giving you you want. ...That and teething. (You've got 5 visible...and 3 trying to break the surface right now.) The last week, however, you've been an absolute gem! So I think we'll keep you around for a while yet. ;)<br />
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You've recently acquired this terrible habit of chewing on your food and then spitting it out. Most obnoxious thing ever. I really don't know how you have any meat on your bones at all, because I'm pretty sure I find 98% of the food you start with on your plate in some chewed up slobbery mess either stuck to your clothes or pooled up in the bottom of your high chair. ...Or on the floor beside your high chair. I'm just hoping some of the nutrients from your food seep down your throat while you're gnawing on it.<br />
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I get the "Mother of the Year" award! Turns out you had Hand-Foot-Mouth (Some terrible disease which is ultra contagious and has been spreading around here like wild-fire. Symptoms being sores/rashes on your hands and feet and in your mouth and down your throat.) And I didn't even know you had it until you got your cousin Abbie so sick that she went to the doctor and he told us. Sheesh. I knew you were sick...but I didn't realize that you had Hand-Foot-Mouth! Poor little guy! <br />
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Logan, you make me SO happy! I am so happy to have you in our little family, even if you are a hard baby, I'd never trade you for anything! I love you!<br />
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Forever, For Always & No Matter What<br />
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Mom<br />
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<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-42732182766025606792012-06-11T15:31:00.000-07:002012-08-01T15:32:24.648-07:00One Year OldMy baby is one! O-N-E! I can hardly wrap my head around it. It's hard to believe that a year ago today we were flying down the free-way to try and get to a hospital 10 weeks too soon. It's hard to believe that a year ago I didn't even know my little Logan, and now...he's pretty much the center of our lives. And it's incredibly hard to believe how big he's getting!<br />
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Logan is quite the little spit fire. He hasn't quite started crawling yet and if you ever try to "help" him do it he has an absolute fit. The kind the says "Mom, you just ruined my life by putting me on my hands and knees." In fact he won't let you help me do anything. If you grab his hand to guide him to touch something or grab something he jerks it away with this defiant "Just because you want me to I won't." look. Unless it's his idea to do it...it won't happen. Pretty sure he gets that stubborn side from me.<br />
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Just like his daddy though, he prefers all food salty and savory to the sugary stuff. And he can't stand ice-cream. Well...correction...I think he likes the taste of it but he does not like that it's cold. He even struggles with the cold milk. He likes his food a nice warm temperature. He's totally over baby food. He wants food with substance, but he will not feed himself. I don't know what the deal is. He'll pick up his food, he'll squish it in his fingers and then he'll throw it. He will not put it in his own mouth. If I offer it to him he's good and he'll open his mouth big and wide and lean in to get it. But he won't put it in his mouth himself. And don't even try to help him. He'll have a melt down. Little turkey.<br />
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He's currently learning to wave, and give "high fives", and he has seemed to pick up on the fish face. Hahaha Cracks me up. I'll look over and he'll just be standing there with his little cheeks sucked in and his little lips puckering up. So adorable.<br />
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He thinks it's hilarious when people say "ka-ka" (Like you would if you were to tell your child that whatever foreign object they are about to put into their mouth is gross.) ...It doesn't work well with him because when I say it...he laughs. And that foreign object remains in his mouth.<br />
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He is weighing in at 20lbs 7oz. That's just about 17lbs more than when he started. So he's starting to catch up. Although he is only in the 45th percentile for his weight and 25th percentile for his height (a shorty), he's making up for it by being in the 90th percentile for his head. Hahaha. The kid comes by that honestly. A true Pack.<br />
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We took him back to the hospital today to get ice cream at the cafeteria and to visit some of his nurses. Those women...they will always hold a special place in my heart. I know they help hundreds of people every week...and to them I may just be another mom...but to me...those women became some of my closest friends while we were in the NICU. They were the ones I would talk to all day everyday and they were the ones how calmed me down when we were having a rough day. They kept me sane. And most of all...they loved my baby. I think we'll make it a tradition to go back every year on Logan's birthday. Just because. It was one of the hardest times of my life, but it most definately changed it for the better.<br />
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We had a pool party for Logan's first birthday, with whales, and fish, and water galore. Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate with us and it was pretty cold to be out playing in the pool. Boo. But we all had a pretty good time despite the cool temperatures. We had so many friends and family come it was a wonderful reminder of all the good people who were there at the beginning. <br />
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Our little Logan has brought us more joy then I ever thought possible. We thank our Father in Heaven for him every day, and we pray that he continues to grow and develop as well as he has been. <br />
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Happy Birthday Logan! Your momma sure loves you!!!Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-38750867080504059942012-05-10T10:30:00.001-07:002012-05-10T10:30:21.164-07:00All Too FamiliarLook who found himself back in the hospital...<br />
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Yeah...not even a year old and he's already acquired two of these little bracelets. <br />
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On Monday morning Logan was cruising around our ottoman and decided to throw a temper tantrum. He buckled his knees and fell hitting his chin on the ottoman and sending the only two teeth he has into the bottom of his tongue. <br />
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Your average baby boo-boo. I picked him up, cuddled him for a bit, and he was good. I set him down to play while I did some dishes. A few minutes go by and I look over at him and he had a little blood on his lips and drooling down his hand that was in his mouth. I check it out and think, "Man, must have got his tongue harder than I thought." <br />
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I wiped off his hand and mouth and went back to business. Look back up..and more blood. Wipe again. And again...and again...and again...and again. After about 3 hours I decided maybe I should call the doctor. The nurse calls me back a couple hours later and says there really isn't much I can do about it. We just have to wait it out. So we wait. And wait...and wait...and wait.<br />
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The kid acted completely fine all day long. He just looked AWEFUL. I put him down for a nap, and when he woke up I went in to find a vampire baby. With blood red lips and dry blood smeared all over his face. It was like he got in a fight where I'd hate to see the other guy. Plus, Logan recently decided spitting was funny. SO in addition to having to wipe blood of his chin...I was wiping blood off of EVERYTHING in our house because he would spit and it would splatter. Our house looked like the chain-saw massacre. (In hind-sight I wish I would have taken some pictures...but in the moment pictures were the last thing on my mind.)<br />
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By hour 12 we're still wiping up blood. Chad called the on-call doctor and he said "Yeah...that's too long. You'd better take him in. And you might as well go straight to Primary Children's because odds are they are going to have to sedate him to stitch up his tongue." Great. At 10p.m.we found ourselves in the ER. <br />
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They put the bracelet on...and I winced a little. They hooked him back up to the monitors and I just about lost it. I never wanted to hear those beeping sounds ever again, let alone before he even had his first birthday. Memories of the NICU came flooding back. goo. <br />
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We waited for about an hour and a half in the Suture room and about 5 minutes before the Dr. came in...the bleeding stopped. On hour 13. The bleeding stopped. I was both relieved and slightly annoyed. Logan was perfectly pleasant during the whole experience. If I didn't know any better I'd say he'd planned it just cause.<br />
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The doc came in...looked at us with this..."Really? You're wasting my time for this??" kind of look. And then Logan threw up this bloody pool of spit up. Gross. I know. But it was the proof I needed to validate our trip to the ER. <br />
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Little punk. So glad it worked out. I doubt I could have handled watching the methods described to us had we needed to stitch up his tongue. I really account it all to the priesthood blessing Chad gave Logan when he got home from work. So grateful to have a worthy priesthood holder in my home.<br />
<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-52016713531942628352012-05-02T07:23:00.000-07:002012-05-02T07:23:18.247-07:00Fuzzy Wuzzy<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">NO! My mind is made up. I won't have one!</td></tr>
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<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-81221580749285075072012-02-21T13:44:00.000-08:002012-02-21T13:47:32.436-08:00PG-13CAUTION:: This may be a tad inappropriate...but Chad and I thought this was worth sharing.<br />
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I got out the camera. Logan was cool with having his picture taken. ...For a while... ... But as I kept going... ...I think he changed his mind.<br />
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Sorry bud, I'll take the hint next time.Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-8036400174062751022012-02-21T09:55:00.002-08:002012-02-21T13:19:02.374-08:00Letters to Logan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Logan,<br />
I'm getting a short window of opportunity to write to you because you are sleeping so sweetly right now. Some much needed sleep might I add. I have to say that I wasn't the biggest fan of your 3a.m. freakout last night, Mr. But then this morning you wake up and look at me with those blue, wide, innocent eyes and give me the most adorable little smile that I forgive you almost instantly for the sleepless night I had.<br />
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Oh my little man, you are growing up SO fast! I can hardly believe how big you are! Your little personality is starting to manifest itself more and more every day. I've come to learn that you are impatient like your mama. I will put you on your belly on the floor with toys all around you and within 2 seconds of not being able to pick up the toy the way you want to you will give this whiny little grunt of frustration and then start to cry until I come and hand you the toy you couldn't successfully pick up yourself. Drives me nuts. ...but again...the second I hand you the toy you smile up at me with a "Thanks Mom!" kind of smile and I get suckered in all over again. I worry everyday that I'm spoiling you rotten. I'm going to have learn to become more immune to your charms, bud, or you're going to turn into quite the little manipulator.<br />
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You have this thing for Baby Einsteins right now. We pull it up for you on an internet site called YouTube and you love it so much that when ever dad or I even OPEN then computer you instantly start to get excited in hopes that we are opening it to turn on Einsteins for you. Your favorite is Baby Mozart. There is this silly little dragon puppet on there that you can't seem to get enough of. You see it and you start to flap your little arms in excitement. Hahaha It cracks your dad and I up every time. I can't help but feel guilty for getting you so addicted to media so quickly. If there is a cell phone that lights up, an iPad that turns on, or a computer up and running you're completely enthralled. Even the thermostat that has a glowing green screen on it gets you all sorts of excited. You sure love your technology. I'm sure this is going to cost me thousands of dollars in the future.<br />
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You hate it when I put you on your belly, when the cat comes on the screen during baby einsteins, when baby einsteins is over, being startled, having to put clothes back on, and mom and dad putting you down to play on the floor. You expect us to entertain you a lot of the time...hopefully a phase which you will quickly grow out of.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago you went on a "let's pee on mom" kick. Every day. For a whole week. I got peed on. Thanks for that, by the way.<br />
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Some of my favorite things about you right now. #1. Your hair! I love, love, LOVE your hair! When I get you out of the tub it goes all froofy, and I absolutley love it. You have so much of it! Your dad likes to comb it into a faux-hawk like his, and you look ADORABLE! I LOVE your hair!!! I love it when you cuddle up to me right before nap time. I love it when you reach out and touch my face with those cute little hands. I love how you jabber. Your laugh is like my payday. Best sound in the whole world. If I could make you laugh all day every day...I totally would. I love the way you look at me while your daddy is holding you. And I can't get enough of the cute little dimples that show up above your upper lip when you smile.<br />
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For Christmas Eve we all pitched in to get a hotel room for Bonnie and Ffej to stay at just so we could have access to a pool! We had a ball! Logan went swimming for the very first time and the kid LOVED it! He swam his heart out and then crashed. My sweet baby boy. <br />
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And Logan...although he didn't really get what all the hype was all about...he did like his new toys.<br />
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It's crazy to think about all that has happened in the past year. Some of it seems like it happened years ago and other memories seem like only yesterday. Just a little re-cap...<br />
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In <span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>January</b></i></span> I went to my first Dr's appointment and heard our little "Stella's" heartbeat for the first time. </div>
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In <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>February</i></b></span> Chad and I bought "Evie" our SUV after Chad sold his beloved Mazda "Shelly" and went with the Hatch family up to McCall, ID for a weekend getaway where I felt completely retched due to side-affects of pregnancy. </div>
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In<b> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>March</i></span></b> we found out that Stella was really a Stewie! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>April</b> </i></span>came and we went to Moab with the Pack family and we hiked all over Arches National Park. </div>
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In <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>May</i></b></span> we went to Vegas with the Fraidenburgs, and Chad graduated from the U with his Bachelors in Business. </div>
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And <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>JUNE</i></b></span>! Wow. JUNE. Chad turned 26, we went camping to Wyoming and went into labor. 10 weeks early! On June 11th Logan made his dramatic entrance (never will I forget that day) and then we found ourselves in the NICU...clear until the end of...</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>July</b></span> </i>where we got to bring our little man home the day before Pioneer Day.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>August</i></b></span> we celebrated Logan's Due Date and my birthday. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>September</i></span> </b>came and we blessed Logan on the 18th. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>October</i></b></span> we went on a super fun Halloween scavanger hunt with our ward friends.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>November</i></b></span> Chad and I celebrated our 2nd Anniversary, and spent Thanksgiving with the Packs and took Logan on his first adventure of cutting down our own Christmas Tree.</div>
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We feel incredibly blessed to have so many wonderful people in our lives, and for all the countless prayers that were given on our behalf during our crazy summer in the hospital. Logan has brought an amazing amount of Joy into our home and we are so grateful he's with us. </div>
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We've been truly blessed this year, and you reading this have probably contributed to that. Thank you so much for your love and support! </div>
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Much Love,</div>
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Chad, Kandace, & Logan</div>
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Here's to <span style="font-size: large;">2012</span>!</div>
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He did it! He did it! He rolled over for the first time today!!!Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-56716918938736190932011-12-05T11:45:00.001-08:002012-01-11T12:45:01.813-08:00Note to SelfI love the way he sucks on the base of my thumb while he's sitting on my lap.<br />
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I love the way he gnaws on his fists.<br />
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I love the way he geeks out about seeing himself in the mirror<br />
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I love all his little noises. And the way I can get him to giggle. And the way he chews on his tongue just like his daddy.<br />
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Bottom line. I just plain LOVE this kid! So glad he's ours.Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-80026053146363992332011-12-05T11:03:00.001-08:002011-12-05T11:45:06.441-08:00The Annual Christmas Tree Hunt!Logan's first Pack Family Tree Hunt was a success! <br />
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Every year our family goes up to the Idaho wilderness to cut down our Christmas Tree. This is one of my all time favorite traditions and I never miss it. So even with a 5 month old...I was determined to go. Chad had his doubts which made me start to question my sanity. I mean...5 month olds are far from predictable. What if he got hungry and I had to feed him on the hill side? What if he had a massive blow out and he needed to be changed right there in the snow?? What if we weren't paying attention to where we were going and he got nailed in the face with a tree branch while he was in the backpack??? I mean...valid concerns...right? But I had absolutely no child care, and our friends Cam and Jessie were bringing their 3 month old and their little dog...if they could do it...so could we. SO...we took our chances and brought little "Santonio" (Chad's latest nickname for Logan). <br />
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Four months already! Time flys when
you're having fun and boy, has it been fun! Can I just say that I LOVE
being your mom! And I LOVE getting to stay at home with our little
"Bean-er" Yes, we call you "Bean-er". I can just hear you saying
"Bean-er? What a terrible nickname." Well here's the story: We called
you our little jelly bean once...that went to bean, and then Dad started
calling you "bean-er". It started cute, okay. What it turned into...I
still shake my head at, but it seems to have stuck. What can I say? I
LOVE my little "bean-er"<br />
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So you're 4 months old.
Or...20 weeks. Or...technically 10 weeks. Whatever you want to go by.
You're growing so much. At your 4 month check up you weighed in at
11lbs 4oz. We we're pretty excited about that and the doctor was
pleasantly surprised at how well you are doing!<br />
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First
off...You sleep like a CHAMP! We'll put you down at 10:30 and you'll
sleep until 7 or 8. In fact last week you slept until 9:30! You're
parents appreciate this more than we can say! We feel incredibly
blessed and we realize we're spoiled beyond belief to have such a good
baby! <br />
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A
few weeks ago you started to smile...on purpose. I love it! It feels
like you're finally starting to move out of the newborn phase- ever so
slowly, but it's more than we've seen the last 3 months! And just the
other day I made you giggle! Talk about a mommy pride boost! I was the
first to make you giggle by tickling you. So far tickling you is the
only way to make you giggle. And that little tickle giggle is like
music to my ears! I absolutely LOVE that sound! I can only get your
dad to giggle that way by tickling him too...he hates it. I can't help
it! I do it for the giggle! <br />
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I kind of have to work for
the giggle. Your smiles you seem to be a little less stingy on. If
anyone says hi to you and gives you their undivided attention...you'll
give them a smile. And if they go as far to make any sort of noises
with their mouth or tongue...they are your new favorite person! You've
also been introduced to your first friend. Emma Cornelius. You two
don't really care much about each other now. You kind of just compete
for attention currently...but us parents think you're going to one day
be great friends.<br />
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You've
started to discover your hands, you stare at them and you're starting
to swat at things. You're recognizing and starting to appreciate toys
now too! Where before we'd show you something with lights and moving
parts and music and you couldn't care less about it, now, however, you
think anything with contrasting colors is pretty cool. <br />
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Thus
far you've pee-ed on your dad about 3 times, and you've got me once.
Not including your many tub fountains which don't actually hit me...we
just end up having to drain the tub and start again...which you hate,
because you're cold. You did however pee all over a freshly washed pile
of clothes the other day which I so foolishly left next to the changing
table. (Note to self.) OH, and you got Grandma Bonnie really good
once too. She was changing your poopy diaper and during so you started
to poop some more so she had to catch it with a clean diaper and than
you pee-ed. ...Although that one shot away from her and actually got
all over you instead. hahaha So that one kind of back fired on you. <br />
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still spit up quite a bit. And usually all over me or your dad. I
change my outfit at least once a day. And still almost always have
goobers all over my shoulder. I need to start adding a change of
clothes for me in your diaper bag! Aren't I a terrible mother for
taking a picture of this and THEN cleaning you up? hahahaha <br />
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have started loosing all your hair. All that adorable brown hair.
Breaks my heart! I don't know if it's because your head is getting
bigger and bigger all the time and your just growing right out of your
hair or if it's because I always played with it. Regardless, you have
far less hair now than what you came with. So sad.<br />
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For your first Halloween we dressed you up as a little pea pod! You
were the cutest little thing, but you hated your hat. So that didn't
last long. We went to your Dad's Halloween work party and you went
trick-or-treating and you were so generous that you gave all your candy
to your dad and mom!...probably the first and last time that that will
happen.<br />
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Mom and Dad had a Halloween party that they went to and we didn't know
what to be, mostly because your dad hates dressing up for Halloween, so
we kind of copped out and went as crazy U of U fans. But we mad the
cutest U of U family! <br />
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You're
also starting to "talk" to me now. You'll coo at me and make the
sweetest noises that just melt my heart. I'm pretty enamored with you
my little guy. Everything you do. You've made me so happy, and just
when I think I couldn't love you more...you always do something to prove
me wrong. <br />
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Forever and Always and No Matter What!<br />
Mom<br />
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We finally blessed Logan today! September 18th And the day was perfect. Perfect weather, perfect company, perfect little boy.<br />
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We had about 40 of our closest friends and family there with us. (And still so many were missing.) Logan has such a large following for one so small. ;) Logan was so good and didn't make one little peep during his blessing. His dad gave him a name, blessed him to have the ability to avoid temptation, have the desire to spread the "good news" and find joy in the gospel, and to have a strong desire for learning. Apparently Logan was given quite the ride while in the circle, because Chad said that the "bounce" was noteworthy.<br />
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In the circle: Dad, Grandpa Pack, Papa Ffej, Uncles Micah, Tyler, Josh, John, and Zach, Friends Dustin Robinson, Matt Klien, Kel Eppich, and Matt Caldwell.Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-59831324755488356792011-09-12T09:43:00.000-07:002011-09-12T09:43:52.133-07:00Like Father Like Son<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-90758922912204441152011-09-12T09:38:00.000-07:002011-09-12T09:47:21.730-07:00Family Reunion!We had a Pack Family Reunion over Labor Day weekend. Good times, good food, good company!<br />
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We hit Bear Lake, (Logan's first time...he was less then impressed.)<br />
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It was a little chilly, but we played hard until we were blitzed.<br />
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We went to the zoo...and unfortunately left our camera in the car, so we'll have to get some pics from other family memebers who brought theirs.<br />
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It was an all in all great weekend! And it was so nice to spend some quality time with our family. We have such a good time with everyone of them. Love you guys! <br />
<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-18190647945686277382011-09-12T09:17:00.000-07:002011-09-12T09:17:07.057-07:003 Months/3 Weeks Old!Dear Logan,<br />
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Today you are 3 months old...or maybe I should say 3 weeks old considering the fact that your arrival date was so much sooner than your gestational age suggests? Either way, your mom and dad have been thrilled to have you around! You are quite the little character already, and I'm waiting anxiously to see what kind of little person you are going to become! Although, I must say, on this 10th anniversary of 9-11 I'm a little worried as to what you may be witness to in this world. What kind of things you'll have to see or live through during your life time. I pray with everything I am that I'll be able to prepare you to survive it all and "live in the world, without being of the world". It's a big responsibility to bear, and I hope that I can do it, so that you can have the best chance out there knowing who you are and why you're here, no matter what kind of darkness may be lurking around you. You started off as a little fighter, I have high hopes that you will continue to be one. ...For the greater good that is. ;) Let's be clear on that. ;)<br />
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Currently you are working so hard to hold up your head. You do pretty good for a while...and then you get tired and then your head just flops backwards, scaring your parents, forwards, bashing your nose against something not so soft, or from side to side making you appear a little drunk. It's adorable.<br />
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You're a really good baby, although this past week you made Mom work pretty hard to keep you happy. I'm pretty sure you were just getting back at her and Dad for subjecting you to the craziness that was the Pack Family reunion the week before. But you went to Bear Lake for the first time, and to the zoo for the first time...you seemed to be less than impressed with either place, but we're pretty confident that one day they will be some of your favorite places. <br />
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I'm really looking forward to everything you are going to start doing, like holding your head up like a champ, and starting to smile and mom and dad on purpose, and I can hardly wait to hear what your little giggle is going to sound like! And yet...I'm already having to put away clothes that are too small for you, and it hurts my heart a little. Not that I had any intentions of ever even having you in preemie clothes, but now that you've more than doubled your birth weight, it's starting to sink in that I'm going to really miss your sweet little newborn phase. All your little goat noises, and squawks, your wide eyes while your discovering new things in your surroundings. The way you turn to the sound of my voice, and the way I can calm you down. It's amazing how much joy I find in simply being able to make you feel safe and comfortable. <br />
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How I love being your mom. <br />
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Forever, and Always, and No Matter What,<br />
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<br />August 19th: Logan's Due Date.
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<br />And the little guy is 10 weeks old! Can you believe it?!? 10! There are definitely moments that I struggle to wrap my head around that! We went to the doc and found out his D-day weight is 7lbs 1oz. Kind of a big deal! My little guy has doubled his birth weight and we are pretty excited about the whole thing!
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<br />He's doing so great and changing every day. Some of my favorite little things about him...
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<br />He has no bum. This may be due to his lack of baby chub...because it seems to be getting a little fuller as he gains weight...but as for now...the kids pants would slide right off if it weren't for his diaper. heheh love it!
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<br />I love his little baby feet! He's still flexible enough that you can clap his feet together and whenever we get his socks off I just can't resist to play with these little feeties.
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<br />I love the face he makes when he's "starving" and he starts eating his hands while he's waiting for his dinner.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0-wkRFWN92ijVSBM2FnxoTuqsNZmVtKkNeAw_jTqvyRtYlkiiWBPhfvQX1VeFkJ10KiWhdGpIdhzcA4OnV4Kt8Y-2q0A_Af7scuk5bJrGbuFbGbN4UHu-SNQd6X8DSYggx_CD7f9y30_/s1600/2011-08-10+14.52.49.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0-wkRFWN92ijVSBM2FnxoTuqsNZmVtKkNeAw_jTqvyRtYlkiiWBPhfvQX1VeFkJ10KiWhdGpIdhzcA4OnV4Kt8Y-2q0A_Af7scuk5bJrGbuFbGbN4UHu-SNQd6X8DSYggx_CD7f9y30_/s320/2011-08-10+14.52.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646686483307764114" border="0" /></a>
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<br />While he's sleeping he must have some pretty great dreams because he often smiles in his sleep.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_myeFM8X1Dhh4beu83WUdwTpXy3bzg6YDRQVDumRTQ62r3RF7u6a-MxyMzE_gSo8TiCx7lVIxTNd-MLgvC1xCQOrL2gtwgV9OCqcHCQFoQ2SHgQMwwcJEoDHeHZceTpuSdAToiL8QdUT/s1600/2011-08-24+10.34.45.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_myeFM8X1Dhh4beu83WUdwTpXy3bzg6YDRQVDumRTQ62r3RF7u6a-MxyMzE_gSo8TiCx7lVIxTNd-MLgvC1xCQOrL2gtwgV9OCqcHCQFoQ2SHgQMwwcJEoDHeHZceTpuSdAToiL8QdUT/s320/2011-08-24+10.34.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646686486240604706" border="0" /></a>
<br />...and he does this thing where he opens one eye while he's dozing just to check to make sure he's not missing anything good while he's sleeping. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdOVB-_9mXiNbzePajjVaQX2JHxLh3BnfS_o1zmPu7_DbuKdTo3TN0sx-h4kei_2tkEaOcXJpHv9auQx7-6_qxQ9ItWG7J7Cq2vul1ejYXqmnJoX6M1UQzTfB4Lv1BKOKsDpGxypZ-V2N/s1600/2011-08-24+09.16.01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdOVB-_9mXiNbzePajjVaQX2JHxLh3BnfS_o1zmPu7_DbuKdTo3TN0sx-h4kei_2tkEaOcXJpHv9auQx7-6_qxQ9ItWG7J7Cq2vul1ejYXqmnJoX6M1UQzTfB4Lv1BKOKsDpGxypZ-V2N/s320/2011-08-24+09.16.01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646686494077325202" border="0" /></a>
<br />I crack up when I go to check on him and find that he has managed to slip right out the bottom of his swaddle. I obviously don't have my swaddling skills up to par. ...Although...now that I think about it...this may not be me. His dad sleeps like this too. Hatch men can't seem to handle their feet being "trapped" in blankets when they sleep.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRdGoDJHpO8EMX1Yf6EZHqv-4nzhlkLNz6-u4J03Ewyh5fQpx8QT96ZXzHxDkQRFReEwXLPMQUJgGPdi76NumUVPC6DjTGrRQ0KEUmBIzxPSA1aFYcso3Yr_kt09HTKT383DXv6gF8j9k/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRdGoDJHpO8EMX1Yf6EZHqv-4nzhlkLNz6-u4J03Ewyh5fQpx8QT96ZXzHxDkQRFReEwXLPMQUJgGPdi76NumUVPC6DjTGrRQ0KEUmBIzxPSA1aFYcso3Yr_kt09HTKT383DXv6gF8j9k/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645581576657785794" border="0" /></a>
<br />Hahaha I love this shot. He's got my long lizard tongue. Poor kid. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwTRc43IJRIEYhrmFiLN77ZONeMY3If_kOP6Lc0ztljaMLW4RPv0HBlLcCXwtnmwTLxtvlB8MA7IcYYX6t8zoVlwaPcrB8abqw5I409Hap2Ie_DepEO8bZgSpMBQovb-3wRKP_oDZ83MB/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwTRc43IJRIEYhrmFiLN77ZONeMY3If_kOP6Lc0ztljaMLW4RPv0HBlLcCXwtnmwTLxtvlB8MA7IcYYX6t8zoVlwaPcrB8abqw5I409Hap2Ie_DepEO8bZgSpMBQovb-3wRKP_oDZ83MB/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645581579834947362" border="0" /></a>And there is one thing which I've yet to get on my camera. I love love love it when Chad comes home and the two of the snuggle up together on the couch. Logan LOVES to sleep on his dad. And it's just the sweetest thing ever watching my two boys together.
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<br />There are so many things that I love about this little one. I'm so glad Heavenly Father sent him to our home.
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<br />Love you Logan!!!
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<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-60149629474191068642011-08-08T08:36:00.000-07:002011-08-08T12:28:22.521-07:00Slipping into real life...
<br />So...it's been two weeks since we brought Logan home. And life has been good! Very different, but very good. I'm really diggin' this whole "Mom" gig. Even when I have to get up in the middle of the night, I get pretty grumpy about it initially, but the second I pick the little duffer up and I see those "Yay! Mom's gonna feed me!" eyes, I melt and smile through the exhaustion.
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<br />Chad's back at work, and busy as can be with the whole national debt crisis still rippling it's effects. So Logan and I spend a lot of quality time together at home, trying to figure things out. It's no joke when people say "your whole life will change the second you have a kid." but I must say I don't see it in quite the negative light that it's usually portrayed in. I mean sure...it takes us 10x longer to get ready to go anywhere. Yes, we are perpetually exhausted, and definitely missing our un-interrupted sleep. But the pros way out weight the cons.
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<br />I mean...the kid pees in the tub...and comes out looking like this! How could you not love this face?! Just look how cute he is!
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<br />Feeding time takes us at least an hour, and he eats every 3, but when you see how big he's getting it's totally worth it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HYsJqWrpg-ik4-UuEgWwR_c45gkh3OVx-BbXO0HjJrIFQ05hLkcNlX6lc0Fkb2ISCYH7ibyQydPmvmse-JY29NC3ko2D2mQCqI_UqBqG_HVibTJbwEva9AILh6wK7kc3J0tRk9T1Vlse/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HYsJqWrpg-ik4-UuEgWwR_c45gkh3OVx-BbXO0HjJrIFQ05hLkcNlX6lc0Fkb2ISCYH7ibyQydPmvmse-JY29NC3ko2D2mQCqI_UqBqG_HVibTJbwEva9AILh6wK7kc3J0tRk9T1Vlse/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638522985484133250" border="0" /></a>
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<br />I'm telling you. It's way better having him home than having him at the NICU. I never thought I'd get to this point, but the NICU seems like a distant memory these days. So happy to be finally slipping into real life!
<br />Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-12035950812215857922011-07-24T13:25:00.000-07:002011-08-08T12:30:42.582-07:00Dear Logan, Welcome Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1iKu3cbvu8brR-MomcjxR4BtRvgzh5ebHbiw8fW0UvU924jcCgc_qV1KQ64nrKEgQHcDU5XW0Vh2xqdAdJ_vHXcLj-dry1pEAM0kx7wOqWvR_NpmuC-wrzS_OjF1xI4r0u0Wu68lYQWO/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1iKu3cbvu8brR-MomcjxR4BtRvgzh5ebHbiw8fW0UvU924jcCgc_qV1KQ64nrKEgQHcDU5XW0Vh2xqdAdJ_vHXcLj-dry1pEAM0kx7wOqWvR_NpmuC-wrzS_OjF1xI4r0u0Wu68lYQWO/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638569764238078290" border="0" /></a>
<br />Oh my sweet baby,
<br />Tonight you are finally home with me! Tonight you are finally right where you belong, with your dad and I, and the joy that comes with that is almost indescribable.
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<br />As we were driving to the hospital for the last time, I couldn't help but think of how elated I was that I got to bring you home with me, instead of having to once again say goodbye and drive home without you. I thought of how six weeks ago your dad and I were racing to get to the hospital to make sure you were okay, and how scared I was when I found out you were going to be here 10 weeks too soon. But when they wheeled you into my recovery room, and I saw you for the first time in your space like incubator on your way to a different hospital, I immediately fell in love with you. I loved everything about you, and I felt incredibly blessed that Father in Heaven entrusted you into our care. The only thing I could do was hold your foot because you were covered in tubes and wires, but I knew even with just being with you for those 2 brief minutes, that I would do anything for you.
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<br />It was a LONG six weeks at the NICU. But you are finally coming home to us weighing 5lbs 7oz. And just the sweetest thing ever! You're mom and dad are completely smitten with you! And are very much looking forward to watching you grow and progress. You're such a little fighter already and we very curious to see what you will become.
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<br />You were pretty tired your first day home, we've yet to really hear you cry, all you do is make these adorable little goat noises, that make your mom and dad laugh. But those little goat noises fill our home with so much happiness.
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<br />You're momma loves you, my sweet boy. Forever and always and no matter what. Welcome home my baby, welcome home!
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<br />Love,
<br />MomKandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-8178196107373477982011-07-14T15:46:00.000-07:002011-07-20T16:53:47.061-07:00Dairy QueenSO...remember a few posts ago when I was discussing the whole milk thing and I had mentioned that the lactation consultant had praised me for my supply... Well in the NICU there is a deep freezer for any extra milk that the mom's may supply. <br /><br />Every mom gets two bins.<br /><br />Here are my bins.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6vPxXUm86jT-q9YXEx8RtbKAy70lMfeUPjy8nRQpoCfAbRR1vNj_cXFFnjt2fm0OHLQlN6XTsXKlynEvOBKLnAM-LtygCO3_tBKPCHgi2r2LGoilBBUww1j-0CduxTed3-3nTG7_u0Ob/s1600/2011-07-11+20.14.37.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6vPxXUm86jT-q9YXEx8RtbKAy70lMfeUPjy8nRQpoCfAbRR1vNj_cXFFnjt2fm0OHLQlN6XTsXKlynEvOBKLnAM-LtygCO3_tBKPCHgi2r2LGoilBBUww1j-0CduxTed3-3nTG7_u0Ob/s320/2011-07-11+20.14.37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631585110881914338" border="0" /></a>Here are my bins along with every other mom's bins in the NICU...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ8BYHqJge_jw0F-Xx8qWAW64bwbSwFM-wIeEofL9KHLWiY5sGXnVgw0u2V00QfIcc5Hc_9ktyV_J8lTndh1HYZCly2cjBF7f1vq8e53izxoTwH8VVLNkwhXsRMc3iQGAKzO1IIPijHeX/s1600/2011-07-11+20.14.45.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ8BYHqJge_jw0F-Xx8qWAW64bwbSwFM-wIeEofL9KHLWiY5sGXnVgw0u2V00QfIcc5Hc_9ktyV_J8lTndh1HYZCly2cjBF7f1vq8e53izxoTwH8VVLNkwhXsRMc3iQGAKzO1IIPijHeX/s320/2011-07-11+20.14.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631585116881032802" border="0" /></a>"...Uhm...I've been turned into a cow...can I go home?"Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-50330738710223759332011-07-14T15:11:00.000-07:002011-07-14T15:45:34.555-07:00One Month Later...So...it's been a month. ...Well...no, now it's been over a month. 5 Weeks on Saturday. Tomorrow Logan will be 35 weeks, and we're still here. ::sigh::<br /><br />On the up side...even though the days seem to crawl by...it doesn't seem all that long ago that we were "flying" from Wyoming to get to the hospital. No...that memory is so fresh it's like it was yesterday. <br /><br />We're starting to get the hang of the NICU. I've figured out that all the so called "rules" are more like guidelines really, and the only thing that really counts for anything...is that I'm the Mom. Which pretty much means, I do what I want if I think it's best for Logan and no one can give me a good reason not to. (If they can give me a legit reason...then I'll comply to their way of doing things...if not...I'm the boss.)<br /><br />This may make me sound snotty...but...I've been told by some very wise women that every GOOD mom usually gets a big "B" stamped in the middle of their chest from time to time while doing their job. And that job is to be their child's advocate. Which to some may come off as a bit witchy.<br /><br />They have a thing here called "Primary Nurses" where you can pick 5-6 "Primary's" and when ever those nurses are working, they are working with your kid. That way you have some consistency, and more importantly your baby has some consistency. Well we have some WONDERFUL Primary's: Ruby, Laura, Denise, Kari, and Rebecca. And without even knowing it we picked a very "convenient" lot. All of them have 8+ years of NICU experience, Ruby and Denise are both Charge Nurses (meaning their in charge,basically, of all the other nurses), Rebecca is a lactation consultant, and comes in handy quite a bit, and Laura and Kari are just plain fabulous! It's kind of nice to have a couple of Charge Nurses in your back pocket. As soon as they got on our Primary's list, we got our own "suite" and we don't have to share with other babies/families. And today they have put in a request for us to even upgrade from that and get a room with a window!!! That's a big deal around here! They said we've kind of earned it after 5 weeks. It'd be nice to get out of our little cave. So here's hoping. <br /><br />Logan is doing pretty good right now. He's catching on to the whole breast feeding thing really quick which gives his Momma hope, but he's still struggling to keep his stats consistent. He's quite the yo-yo sometimes. <br /><br />But he's 5 lbs as of yesterday! So he's growing! And we're tickled pink about his progress!Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117806206646473326.post-48090021596495099142011-07-08T07:20:00.000-07:002011-07-08T07:46:27.273-07:00Rub-a-dub-dub<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-L56xu1SkXewg_UGGIw8yNXgiq0ky0iTX_WljGQIzcuTrHFPzlNRcANa4pslngQTgshyphenhyphentZj80-pKkXiPHHLXVRDa7dUZg82S8anK055dCBBsasrfqDJMxuwm4We65V0HQTOM6w56kxU-d/s1600/135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-L56xu1SkXewg_UGGIw8yNXgiq0ky0iTX_WljGQIzcuTrHFPzlNRcANa4pslngQTgshyphenhyphentZj80-pKkXiPHHLXVRDa7dUZg82S8anK055dCBBsasrfqDJMxuwm4We65V0HQTOM6w56kxU-d/s320/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626991459578309522" border="0" /></a><br />Logan had his first bath on the 6th! He loved it, and I thought for sure he would cry do to being cold. ...I've come to find that it must take a lot for this kid to cry. I think I've heard him cry...3 times. ...maybe. I wonder if this is a preemie thing or if it's just Logan being a very tolerant baby. ...but I digress. Back to bath time!<br /><br />I LOVED this! I loved stripping him down to his birthday suit and removing all those obnoxious monitors for a while! I loved watching him just relax in the warm water and just spending some good quality "real life" kind of time with my baby and his dad. LOVE Bath time!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMagnw_npW_lW050v-baGyjW5Q9eS1ok0DIxjiSdGCuc2aiyGiTnAPShlwSuNKhleQqdeHZM1bvEFuOzChafuUl6P6HGzDA4cYE7o0uI0V_3pdDNHGgtubpGCYbVV2rt94LbW5AaGZ-pX/s1600/149.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMagnw_npW_lW050v-baGyjW5Q9eS1ok0DIxjiSdGCuc2aiyGiTnAPShlwSuNKhleQqdeHZM1bvEFuOzChafuUl6P6HGzDA4cYE7o0uI0V_3pdDNHGgtubpGCYbVV2rt94LbW5AaGZ-pX/s320/149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626991464968812290" border="0" /></a>Brrrrr....Getting him dressed again after his bath. ...and putting all those dumb wires back on. :p<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzj7fuMkO7K6ey3IPKuSR2quDuTIwq9hKnjUx9QcTnacbUYzVi4U8rnEUtKX-BQvACthxSMkBdG-3FTJvWcFhG_PGWPvsloZqO0aN1QvcxFZqpe-mQW7DyJ0yTNaPVW2VxTqOuqGvYmz6q/s1600/159.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzj7fuMkO7K6ey3IPKuSR2quDuTIwq9hKnjUx9QcTnacbUYzVi4U8rnEUtKX-BQvACthxSMkBdG-3FTJvWcFhG_PGWPvsloZqO0aN1QvcxFZqpe-mQW7DyJ0yTNaPVW2VxTqOuqGvYmz6q/s320/159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626991470833641458" border="0" /></a>Dad getting him warm. Look at all that CUTE fuzzy hair on Logan!!! Augh! It's my favorite thing!!!Kandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571357503926748030noreply@blogger.com1