tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222345842024-03-14T12:49:10.133-06:00Seeker of HappinessCarrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.comBlogger560125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-34600563431869153402014-02-25T17:26:00.003-07:002014-02-25T17:26:11.404-07:00New Host Domain<div style="text-align: center;">
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We wanted to go see a movie on New Years Day. We went out to brunch with family and then headed to the theater for the first showing of Walking With Dinosaurs. We arrived to the ticket office 10 minutes before the showtime. But when we went to buy the tickets, the man behind the glass said "here's the deeeeal..." <div>
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Apparently, a group of people showed up for the movie we wanted to see 45 MINUTES EARLY. Their proagative, right? Then, they DEMANDED that the theater START the show early because they were there. And THEN, the theater DID JUST THAT. </div>
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So when we arrived on time with our kids in tow, we were told that the movie was actually already 25 minutes in but don't worry you can just pay for one ticket if you want. </div>
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There are so many things wrong with this. So many. The least of which is that they wanted us to pay ANY money at all to see about half a movie. And what kind of manager says "ok horrible group of people who are here early, I'll just give into your demands" </div>
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AND WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DEMAND THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?<br /><br />Selfish people. People who have no thought of the families that would show up on time and be told they will have to come back in a few hours. Part of me wanted to pay the money just so I could go in and interrupt their stupid movie and do sign language for shame on you in each of their stupid faces. </div>
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I didn't. I asked for complimentary tickets to the next show. They said I could have $4 off and I laughed. Then they gave us complimentary tickets to the next show.<br /><br />And you know what? It wasn't the greatest movie. </div>
Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-56313734662385894532014-01-01T22:55:00.000-07:002014-01-01T22:55:01.819-07:00C'mon 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So anyway, 2013 is finally over. And don't get me wrong, Ruthie was born and Scott graduated from college, and those were good things, but I'd be dishonest if I said OMGbestyearevah. So I'm just gonna roll the dice and cross my fingers and pray really hard that 2014 will bring with it my modest dreams and that I can find a little more contentment and patience and hope and stability. </div>
<br />Did you hear that, 2014? S.T.A.B.I.L.I.T.Y.<br /><br />The house that our little family was living in sold within 48 hours of being on the market which has left us moving backwards to the same city we had just left and now we are in Scott's parents basement. It's temporary and it's been a bit hard on the old ego, but my mother-in-law cleans the kitchen before I can blink and my father-in-law makes really good fried chicken at 10 o'clock at night.<br /><br />So while I'm trying to not loose my sanity and stay grateful and positive, I read the book The Eternal Journey that was highly recommended by my sister-in-law Heather. It's all about the similarities between years of recorded near death experiences and I liked the research-y feel to it. It's good for perspective. It's good to remember that it doesn't matter that my baby is sleeping in a laundry room as long as I show her how much I love her. And in the end, it doesn't matter that my two year old has regressed in potty training as long as I am patient and kind to her.<br />
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So while I'm honestly doing my very best to live in the moment and be grateful for what I have, I am also itching for 2014 to get kicked into gear. <br />
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<br />This year has been a weird weird year for our family but a few undeniably happy things happened that I'm so grateful for. Because I like lists, here's some happy moments had by the Chapman family in 2013:<br />
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-Scott graduated from college (!) and continues to hunt for a job in his field. While he's looking, he works full time at Inked Wear and still manages to print tote bags and have enough energy to play when he gets home. We love how dedicated he is to us and how hard he works.<br />
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-Ruth Pearl was born and has touched our lives with a subtle, warm sweetness every single one of us appreciate and love. Ever since she could smile, she has done so with a wrinkled nose because she tries to smile as BIG as she can. Ruthie sure can make a heart leap.<br />
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-Georgia's your girl for impromptu dance parties in the middle of the grocery store aisle. She just became potty trained and started saying hilarious things every day. She is a bright, sparkling little thing who is naturally joyful and buoyant. While she is very very "two" (if you know what I mean), she keeps our lives active and fun and we wouldn't trade her for anything. She loves her sister fiercely and always wants to "play." Ruthie has just now begun to tolerate (enjoy?) it.<br />
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-Seeker of Happiness reached over 1,000 orders and continues to be something Scott and I deeply enjoy doing together.<br />
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-We had the blessing to see lots of family this year because of Scott's family reunion, trips to see family, family visiting us and living close to family. I try really hard to not take this for granted. I do miss my little sister who is serving a mission in Texas right now, but we pray for her every day and that helps us feel closer.<br /><br />It's amazing how many blessings you can come up with when you start to count them.<br />
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May your holiday be filled with gratitude and love!</div>
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<b>Reading:</b> The Host by Stephanie Meyer. It's fitting my needs perfectly. For a while there, I totally replaced reading with television<br />
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<b>Watching:</b> Next to Normal by UVU. Okay, so technically I watchED it, but I saw it twice so it feels worth noting here.<br />
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<b>Eating:</b> a combination of really healthy, organic, fresh foods... and chick-fil-a. Balance, right? ;)<br />
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<b>Constantly:</b> putting babies to sleep. They don't ever overlap and it feels like at least one of them is always crying. It's good, but it's... tricky. My girls are really different from one another so trying to keep them both happy at the same time is something I'm still trying to figure out.<br />
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<b>Loving:</b> packing up tote bag (and t-shirt!) orders for Seeker of Happiness, the way Georgia says Christmas, Scott's willingness to help me around the house, my hair cut, and the above dining set I scored on KSL. Sometimes, when I'm stressed, I walk into the room and see it and I calm down.<br />
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<b>Recovering From</b>: a bad cold. We all got it but Scott and Ruthie are the last to have sore throats. Ruthie's squeaky squawks are both adorable and heart breaking.<br />
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<b>Looking Forward to:</b> Thanksgiving, family, Boise<br />
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P.S. <a href="http://momclothes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Brandilyn</a>- I swear I wasn't trying to copy you exactly! Great minds just think a like and I didn't see your post until after this one was doneCarrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-67895470987412989862013-11-25T22:41:00.000-07:002013-11-25T22:41:13.938-07:00Chapmans vs. Chapmans<br />
We were so lucky this weekend to have the Chapman's visit us. Liz and Jacob are such dear friends of ours! I do love living close to the airport. I feel like I see so many friends I may not have otherwise.*<br />
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Liz came<i> last</i> weekend because she loves us. We went on a girls night out to see the play Next to Normal at UVU. I had never seen it and I didn't know what it was about. I bawled through the whole thing and driving home we were both so emotionally raw we could barely speak. Not exactly the ice cream and movie night most girls only outings are like but I'm grateful for a friend like Liz who I can be so myself around. However, we agreed that our husbands HAD to see this show so we bought another round of tickets and went all together on Saturday night.<br />
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Sunday was spent taking naps in shifts and telling stories and laughing at Georgia and eating food that is good for the soul and food that is good for the body (not necessarily at the same time...). Liz had started teaching Georgia some yoga the week before and Georgia had said: "that a fun game." I had been doing some with her through out the week- mostly to settle her down when she gets too wound up.<br />
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Liz was doing it with her and was trying to help her remember who we thank.<br />
Liz: "We thank God and..."<br />
Georgia: "Cupcakes and Christmas!"<br />
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Later, Liz was teaching her some stretches. They had their legs spread out and she was telling Georgia to "make the pizza" and move her hands all over the floor in front of her. They "spread the sauce" and "sprinkled the cheese" and Liz asked Georgia what else she would like on her pizza. With no hesitation Georgia responded: "I want eat it."<br />
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After the mini yoga/stretching class we put Georgia to bed and we played a little Head's Up. We played Chapman vs. Chapman which meant we all just ended up playing together and not keeping score. Just the way I like it :)<br />
Oh, and during the game, Ruthie got tangled up in her blanket so it looked like she was wearing a toga. Liz could not get over how funny that was. Ruthie was too tired to really appreciate much of anything.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">All photos stolen from Liz... but because they had my children in it I figured it'd be fine</span>Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-89836361353656040642013-11-23T10:01:00.001-07:002013-11-23T10:04:34.213-07:00Totes to Tees to Thank You GIVEAWAYSome exciting times around Seeker of Happiness! First off, we passed 1,000 sales in our Etsy shop! This was a big milestone for us and we are so grateful! Second, we have almost as many favorites as we have sales. This is just as meaningful to us as we love our customers. It's nice to know we can be "hearted" back :)<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wanted to title this post "GIRLS!" after the Beastie Boys song, but then realized it looked like I was writing some sort of strip-joint marquee. Of course, I spent the next 5 minutes trying to find a title that involved the word girls that DIDN'T sound like a strip-joint marquee and then I gave up.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">It makes me grumpy that I have to be careful about how I use the word "girls" in a sentence so as not to lead people to think about naked women.</span><br />
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You know what? My girls may not be a baby engineers. They may love babies and tea parties and princesses and the color pink. But I like the idea of them feeling that they can like anything they want.<br />
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It's an odd world for girls right now. There are cool engineer toys for them but there are also songs like Blurred Lines and a rape culture that is perpetuated through high school set TV shows and music and young adult novels. It terrifies me.<br />
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I have been on my knees praying about this. The older I get and the more I see the world that my sweet sweet baby girls are going to have to navigate, the more I rely on my Savior to help me know that<br />
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This post just got heavy but I'm not sorry. It's emotion that has been sitting on the surface for me lately. There's a lot more I have to say (I edited this post like whoa), but I'll save it for when we are sitting in the car and Blurred Lines accidentally comes on the radio. Then, you won't be able to get me to shut up.Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-4271011529134599072013-11-19T15:24:00.003-07:002013-11-19T15:26:14.443-07:00Overheard at the Chapman House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In all of our moving/cleaning craziness the last week of October we somehow managed to go to three (count them) Halloween parties this year. Georgia was obsessed with Halloween and it was the best. Luckily Scott and I are also big Halloween fans and Ruthie just smiles at whatever we say. </div>
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<br />Trunk or Treat is exactly what it sounds like. A bunch of people decorate the back of their trunks and then the kids run up and down the parking lot and trick or treat. The prep for this was kind of intense (being that it was during those few days I thought we were moving to Georgia) but fun anyway. There was a chili/soup dinner and a costume parade. I decorated our trunk with whatever was in my Halloween box that I didn't pull out this year. What made it look really cool though was the dry ice cauldron. I put the candy around the cauldron and so the dry ice vapor covered it. The kids couldn't see the candy and just had to reach in and it kind of freaked them out. It was awesome. I also have this hilariously weird skeleton in a "cage" who yells to be let out. Combine that guy with dry ice and we had a pretty spooky trunk stop.<br />The best part of this party was when Georgia saw Ruthie dressed up like a cat. She hadn't seen her baby sister dressed up before. She pointed to her and said: "Oh! Little cat, Mama!" And then she realized that it was RUTHIE in the cat costume and that was too much for Georgie-pants. She lost it. She just stood there pointing at Ruthie absolutely cracking up. Ruthie dressed up as a cat was the funniest thing Georgia had ever seen which then became the funniest thing I have ever seen.<br /><br />
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Party #2: The Harrison's 4th Annual Halloween Photo Shoot</div>
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Every year, Anna throws a Halloween Photo Shoot. This is only the 2nd one we have been to but it didn't disappoint. Buck was a... "bird" and it was hilarious because pregnant Anna was a bee. Get it? The birds and the bees? Per tradition, Hocus Pocus got put on but this time the adults didn't really watch it. The girls did though and it was adorable. Mostly because Hocus Pocus is kind of messed up and scary. Georgia eats that stuff up.<br />
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Party #3: Halloween at the Sturgeons</div>
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<br />This year we went trick or treating with Scott's sister's family and kids. I love trick or treating with my nieces and nephew and seeing their costumes :) They recently moved to a new neighborhood that goes ALL OUT for Halloween. The teenagers there dress up like really scary zombies every year and do a choreographed dance every 7 minutes. You guys. These kids were crazy talented. The make-up, the dancing, the concept. They call it "Haunt for Hope" and use the whole spectacle as a fundraiser for cancer research. They were a little too good though. And they first song they danced to was 9 inch nails and it was a bit intense for little eyes and ears... luckily Georgia didn't have nightmares but she did say she didn't want to watch it.<br />
In the end, we got separated from the others but Scott took Georgia to just about every house he saw and she came back with about as much candy as her big kid cousins. Which was insane.<br />
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<br />I'm sad Halloween is over. It was so much fun this year. We tried explaining Thanksgiving to Georgia and, to be honest, Thanksgiving sounds super lame after a night of dressing up and eating candy.<br />
Let's get real. Ghosts are way cooler than turkeys.Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-31212351666486884272013-11-08T22:35:00.001-07:002013-11-08T22:35:43.304-07:00This is a moving announcement. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You know when you're so tired that you just don't feel like explaining things? That's how I have been feeling about my life lately. As in, people will ask "so what's goin' on?" and I respond with a vague "oh you know, just trying to figure out and yeah so kids are good." It mostly leaves people confused and I move the conversation to something way less important than "what's going on."<br />
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But hey, I'm grateful I have concerned/curious friends and family who are invested in us and several have called/messaged to ask about our move since my instagram pictures suddenly have a new backdrop.<br />
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I just typed out the entire story when Scott leaned over and said "whoa. You're telling the whole thing eh?" I got really self conscious and deleted it. I guess I don't need to put every detail of my life out there. It's just been a while haha!<br /><br />What you need to know is this: Scott and I decided to move on faith that he would get a job with his degree. He is currently still working at his college job (which we are so grateful for) at InkedWear- his parents screen printing business. However, our apartment was becoming increasingly too small and our whole life just felt... snug. We have really outgrown where we are. So a while ago we told our landlord that we would move out by Halloween and prayed that Scott would find a job by then. And he did. Sort of.<br /><br />Scott was offered an internship in GEORGIA. For about four days we sure we were going to move across the country. As we debated between making the expensive move for a vague, low paying internship and staying in Utah to continue looking, my mother in law called.<br />
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We have been blessed to be able to live in Scott's grandparents vacant condo while the family tries to sell it. This has been such a huge answer to prayer. It's perfect because we can house sit and avoid the expense of moving somewhere temporarily and also because neither of us want to be a family mooch and we are super motivated to get out of here as quickly as possible (this means Scott has not let up an inch on his job hunting).<br /><br />Meanwhile, we have all been trying to get used to living in a space that is, to us, GIGANTIC! We don't even go downstairs because why? There's way too much room upstairs. Most of the furniture is gone and it is a little odd to be living in Scott's grandparents house without them here. We haven't unpacked 90% of our stuff because we want to be able to move as soon as we find the right job. And, in some odd way I feel like the packed up boxes of my living room curtains and craft supplies is telling the universe we are ready to GO any second.<br /><br />So there you have it. Moving and Halloween and potty training is what has taken up my time and energy the past couple of weeks. Not the most interesting stuff in the world but it's our little world and I guess that makes it relevant to my blog ;)Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-34977789250075059322013-10-03T11:53:00.003-06:002013-10-03T12:40:10.633-06:00Spooky ScaryIt's no real surprise that, so far, Georgia loves Halloween. We have a pretty substantial costume box (one Scott and I started the second after we got married) and she likes to get in it daily.<br />
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Georgia gets a really big kick out of "scaring" people. As in, she growls a simple "rawr" at any given moment and expects a big reaction of screaming and/or running away. The problem is, she does it about every 2 minutes (especially in the car) and she does it with this little grin that is anything but scary. I do my best to give her good reactions. Though, I'm sorry to admit that I have been setting her up for disappointment.<br />
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For example, she will declare "I scare Lucee." Then she will walk up to Lucee, growl, and Lucee will stare at her blankly. At this point Georgia will do one of two things. She will either a.) relentlessly growl until she receives some sort of reaction that resembles fright or b.) scream in terror FOR Lucee.<br />
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She's used to the latter option. After all, her sister is only 2 months old.<br />
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Georgia can tell you that a ghost says "Boo" and do a mean witch cackle. She points out Halloween decorations all the time stating that they are either funny or scary.<br />
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Yesterday we went to Target and, because I was feeling generous, I told her she could pick out a toy. It took her a long time of sorting through princess barbies and masks and coloring books but she finally settled on a skull key chain with eyes that light up red and has a sinister laugh. She's gotten a kick out of it and I get a kick out of the fact that she loves it so much.<br />
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After our trick or treat bag photo shoot last night, Georgia continued to run around in her witch costume and then happily watched The Munsters on Netflix. You guys. My 2 year old loves The Munsters.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">P.S. We now have children's trick or treat bags on sale in <a href="http://seekerofhappiness.etsy.com/" target="_blank">our shop</a>! Only $8 and FREE SHIPPING in the US. They're even ready so ship so there's a quick turn around time :)</span><br />
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<br />Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-23482585850325997652013-10-01T19:29:00.003-06:002013-10-01T19:29:38.541-06:00Frequently Asked Questions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>"How's Scott's job hunt going?"</b></div>
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It's going. Kind of. Scott is a busy guy. We are so so blessed that he has a job (as a salesman for Inked Wear) but between work and tote bags and family there just aren't enough hours in the day. We're working on NETWORKING rather than just throwing applications into the wind so if you know of a company looking for a GIS guy, I know one. GIS stands for Geographical Information Systems. It's basically map analysist. Most big companies use it. Please put us in your prayers. We are grateful for the job he has but we feel we have outgrown it (and this apartment... and this state...).<br /><br />
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<b>"How's having two kids?"</b></div>
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Fantastic! And crazy! It's gotten a lot easier to tell you the truth. I was pretty overwhelmed the first bit there. Now that Ruthie is 2 months old and I'm all healed up from the old major surgery we are finding our groove. Ruthie is much different than Georgia. She loves to look around and quietly connect with people and would smile all day long if someone was making eye contact with her. She... tolerates Georgia at the moment. Georgia just loves her so stinking much and is always in her face yelling trying to make her laugh. I just know that when they are older Ruthie is going to make the best audience for her animated sister!<br />
The best part about having two babies is that when one is stressing me out, the other is being delightful. And yeah, sometimes they both freak out at the same time but those moments are almost too stressful for me to even realize I'm stressed and before you know it they're over!<br />
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<b>"Are you guys still doing tote bags?"</b></div>
<br />Why yes, yes we are! You can find them by<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/seekerofhappiness?ref=si_shop" target="_blank"> clicking here</a>. We love our little tote bag business even if it can be stressful sometimes and we're shipping things off on the latest possible day. We have a plan for making it easier on ourselves though and a having a much faster turn around time. Also, we will have trick or treat bags soon and T-shirts! Exciting things for <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/seekerofhappiness?ref=si_shop" target="_blank">Seeker of Happiness.</a>Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-47675130886228721782013-09-18T11:58:00.001-06:002013-09-18T12:03:12.394-06:00When my Heart Went "Clunk-Clunk"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The day didn't start well. It was one of those where everything was going wrong and I was having a hard time controlling my temper and my anxiety. Every five minutes or so I would think back to the last five minutes and shake my head in shame. I wasn't handling ANYTHING right.<br />
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We bought a van that day. It took way longer than expected and the extra time threw my babies for a loop. We were only set back by an hour in our schedule, but it broke us. All of us. I decided we needed to get out of here. No more sitting around our small apartment playing with the same stuff. No more playing in our apartment complex parking lot or the same parks we've been to over and over. I knew a solo impromptu road trip with a toddler and an infant could do me in, but I didn't care. Things couldn't have been worse.<br />
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After getting the van licensed and insured, I drove home, packed up and headed for Boise. Surprisingly, the drive went incredibly well. We had left late (after dinner) and the girls slept the whole way. I'm serious- THE WHOLE WAY. It was the longest stretch of quiet time I've had all to myself in a while. I thought, and I prayed and I cried. Ruthie woke up to be fed when I took the exit off of the freeway. Georgia woke up from her cries. By the time I rolled into my parents driveway at exactly midnight, I was emotionally limping. I mean, I was fine. But not great. And my girls were tired and hungry.<br />
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I parked the car, turned it off, and tossed my keys in my purse. Then, I opened my door, got out, shut my door, and when I reached for the side door to get my hungry, crying newborn I heard<br />
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My heart dropped. I unsuccessfully tried to rip the door from the frame. I pounded on the window. I scared Georgia. I ran into the house and told my mom what happened. We talked to Georgie through the car window and tried to keep her calm, Ruthie wailing the whole time. We called several locksmith numbers, but no one answered. I called the police, who said they would just break a window and gave me the number to a different locksmith. We left two messages there. We finally heard back that they were on their way.<br />
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Can I just tell you, that being able to see your babies crying and not being able to get to them is the worst experience ever? I kept choking back sobs- trying to stay calm because when Georgia saw even a little look of sadness or fear or worry on my face she started to cry. We sang songs and tapped on the windows- Georgia giving me little high-fives. All the while, Ruthie's newborn cry rang out as a soundtrack to the situation. That shaky-throat-baby cry that made me dig way down to deep to not break a window. She cried real tears for the first time in her little life. </div>
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After 45 minutes, a happy locksmith pulled up next my new mini-van with a sympathetic smile. He opened the doors in 30 seconds.<i> He did it for free</i>! Told us to leave him a good review on Google. So yeah, here's to you, <a href="http://www.unlockidaho.com/" target="_blank">Advanced Lock & Key!</a> I would have paid mucho bucks to get my kids out of there, but I am so grateful I didn't have to.<br />
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At least Georgia hasn't had nightmares about being locked in the car. </div>
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Perhaps this story doesn't sound as stressful to you as I am portraying it. But I can tell you that, on that day, in that moment, I felt like a complete and total failure. Looking back on it now, I feel like I have earned some sort of stripe. I'm assuming that there are moments like these that every mother has. Moments where she wonders how she was entrusted with such precious cargo and who was she kidding she can't do this omgshe'sgoingtoruineverything. </div>
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Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-65768556656414536632013-09-10T11:35:00.001-06:002013-09-10T11:35:05.607-06:006 WeeksToday marks 6 weeks since I had little Ruthie and I am happy to report I can now go about my life with no restrictions to hold me back from taking care of my house and my family. To say I have been impatient with this recovery is a bit of an understatement. I never thought I would miss running errands and cleaning my house but I did! While I have been not doing much, life around here kind of went into survival mode. Dinner became a really abstract idea unless someone put it front of us. The TV had been on 24/7. Georgia now knows the name and story of every Disney princess and Scott has had the world on his shoulders between work, tote bags, and helping me keep the house in at least some sort of working order. We have had a lot of help, and I am grateful. I have never had stitches before, let alone a major surgery so this has all been a learning experience to say the least. I feel I have new empathy for people recovering from surgery, and especially women who have c-sections (and women who have a c-section with their 4th kid and have to return home to 3 kids! I'm looking at you, Tracy).<br />
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But things are getting back to normal. Georgia is finally sleeping through the night again. I've conquered nursing while lying down. Georgia has begged for every movie she knows the name of today and I have successfully held her off. I'm tired of the TV, even if it did make an excellent baby-sitter for a while.<br />
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The pictures below are from our hiatus from life. They are from after we got home from the hospital.<br />
No matter how hard things get, I'm sure glad I have these little faces to get me through.<br />
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I really love the city. Downtown's make me feel important. I don't mind the traffic if it means I'm going to a theatre or to work or to shop local boutiques. I love late summer nights when the weather is perfect and there are fountains and street art. I like having a hard time deciding where to go eat because there are too many good places to choose from. I like the sight of a Capitol building. I like colorful sunsets even though I know what it means.<br />
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But I wouldn't want to live in the city. There are too many things that make it not worth it. Like the cost of rent/housing and the idea of apartment living with small kids. Strollers up and down subway stairs? Forget it.<br />
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I also really love small, country towns. I love the fresh air and quiet nights. I love having to rely on your family and friends for entertainment. I love the creativity it sparks and how relationships deepen when there's simply "nothing to do." I love that it's usually pretty safe, crime wise. I like the closeness of the community- the guarentee that the man at the check-out will know your name. I love the views.<br />
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But I wouldn't want to live in the country. I'd miss the cultural experiences of theatre and art. I hate to admit it, but I would be bummed if I didn't get more than one TV channel and radio station. I would hate to get inspired by something on line and only have one or two stores that could supply half of what I need. I'd hate to constantly pay the shipping for the other half from online shopping. I'd hate being far away from friends and not really have too much to allure people into visiting. I'd get bored, I think.<br />
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There's also the beach. Where someone can have no problem living with sand covering every inch of their life because the love the ocean and the waves and the year round summer. But then there's tourism. And I would miss autumn.<br />
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I feel like there city folks, country folks and beach bums in this world. People who might not live where they want but their soul is there. They dream of a high rise apartment or a 100 acre ranch.<br />
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It's all so romantic to me. I wish I was like this. But Scott and I? We don't deeply identify with the city or the country or the beach. Us? We dream of the suburbs. How boring is that? To you, probably very. But I love the look of a manicured subdivision with sidewalks. I love neighborhoods where you watch kids grow up with your kids. I love school plays and the sound of someone mowing their lawn. I love that the lady at the grocery store might know your name, but doesn't know all your business. I love that I could go see a play one weekend and go do something outdoors the next. Seriously, I dream of suburbia.<br />
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So, this last year I only completed six of the goals I had set for myself to do while 27. No good. With a toddler and being pregnant 27 kind of overwhelmed me. And now, with an even more active toddler and newborn, 28 is overwhelming me. So I decided to shorten the list to 8 things to do while 28. Hopefully I can manage.<br />
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It's all about simplifying, right? Someone validate me!<br />
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Go on a star-gazing date, learn a new craft, re-do my bookshelf, play a hymn on the piano with both hands, throw a Christmas party. JUGGLE!Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-13654395770783368692013-09-06T00:46:00.004-06:002013-09-06T02:25:39.012-06:00Goal Report. Ouch. <div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">
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To be honest, I didn't complete too many of my goals this year. When I look back on the past year there is one word that sums it up: tired. I have been so, so tired. To my credit, 10 months out of the last 12 have been me pregnant or with a newborn so there is a reason. </div>
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I'm pretty sure that trumps the rest of these goals. </div>
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(I only got to 15 (the lowest in a few years). You can see what ones they were and other books I recommend here)</div>
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13. Reach my goal weight</div>
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14. Learn a new craft (metal stamping, maybe)</div>
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15. Let go of 100 Balloons at one time</div>
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16. Go on a star-gazing date</div>
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17. Paint my bookshelf black</div>
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18. Ride in a hot-air balloon OR bungee jump</div>
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19. Build a legit igloo</div>
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20. Complete a "wreck this journal"</div>
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21.Join a choir</div>
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22. Play a hymn on the piano with both hands</div>
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23. Own a freaking Petunia Pickle Bottom Diaper Bag.</div>
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24. Visit the Timp Caves</div>
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25.Go to the Swiss festival </div>
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Sunday was Miss Ruthie's blessing* day and it was beautiful. There were some funny and awkward moments, but overall- beautiful.<br />
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Ruthie decided that she would only snack a little bit in the morning (though I tried to feed her several times before church) so, of course, she was starving by the time we got to the church building. She looked like a little baby angel, but she was not a happy camper. </div>
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Regardless of the crying, Scott was able to bless her through the priesthood power. She was blessed to be a steadfast member of the church and to be a rock to those who doubt. It really was a beautiful blessing. Even if she did wail through the entire thing.<br />
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Scott gave her the name Ruth Pearl Chapman (same as the one on her birth certificate) and I'm happy he didn't change it. You can do that. But he didn't since it was a long hard road to get a name we agreed on!<br />
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See, back when I was very pregnant with Georgia, I was watching TV and some girl power commercial came on. There were little girls saying their names.<br />"I'm Elizabeth."<br />"Hi, I'm Aubrey."<br />"I'm Courtney."<br /><br />And in the mist of all of it came the sweetest little voice joyfully proclaiming:<br />
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"It's me, Ruthie!"<br />
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My heart jumped and I knew that if we had another little girl, that would be her name. Scott was thrilled and we had our Georgia and put the name Ruthie in the back shelf of our mind.<br /><br />So when we found out we were having our 2nd girl, there was no question that she would be called Ruthie. It bothered us that it was not a family name, but we felt strongly about it.<br />
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Well, my mother's name is Lorna (which I love all on it's own) and she has no middle name. While I was telling her about the name Ruthie she mentioned that the only name she ever liked with Lorna was Ruth.<br />
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Lorna Ruth. How adorable is that? Georgia Rose and Lorna Ruth. I was in LOVE.<br />
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I had never been one to think about having a child go by their middle name but Ruth Lorna sounded pretty dumb and suddenly the whole middle name thing was no big deal to me at all.<br />
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To Scott, however, this was treading on IMMORAL territory. He and his family felt so strongly that it was JUST WRONG to have a child go by their middle name as if the kid would have this great burden their entire lives.<br />
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That's when the playful fights started. I just couldn't believe that he was so against our daughter going by her middle name and he just couldn't believe that I was actually considering it.<br />
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That's when the playful fights turned not so playful. He couldn't give me a better alternative to Lorna Ruth. He felt it was unfair that I was using his mother-in-laws name in the situation. As if striking down the suggestion of Lorna Ruth as a slight to my mom.<br />
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That's when we started getting recruits. We talked to everyone and asked their opinion. We built small armies in our defense. But it turned out for every person who thought it was dumb to go by your middle name, there was another person who said they liked it/it didn't matter.<br />
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That's when we started to negotiate. Late one night, when Scott was almost asleep, I asked him what I would have to do to name our baby whatever I wanted. Rolling over onto his back he thought for a minute and said: "Get us out of debt."<br /><br />That's when I started pinching my pennies. You guys, I paid off A LOT of debt this summer. Like, A LOT. At least, I think so.<br />
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This is also about the time we just stopped talking about the name. I was settled on Lorna Ruth and I was going to basically buy my way. Scott was settled on Ruth Undetermined and his family ran to his defense whenever the name issue was brought up. Pretty soon, we just stopped bringing it up.<br />
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One day, when I was REALLY pregnant, my mom called me up. She said that she had just gone to the temple and that she did the temple work for a woman named Victoria Pearl. I thought that was a really pretty name but a bit fancy for my taste. I wondered why she would bring it up since we had already been so settled on Ruth. Then she said "I was thinking Pearl..."<br />
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Ruth Pearl. Ruthie Pearl.<br />
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My heart did the same jump as it had 2 years earlier when listening to the little girl on TV. I knew that that was the name. I got really excited and my mom got really sad since we weren't going to use Lorna.<br />
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Later, I told Scott about it and I mentioned that it was not a family name, but that it was so pretty. He loved it (obviously) and THEN told me that it kind of WAS a family name. His Grandpa Chapman had been raised by parents who were not in the LDS church and his grandmother would take him to church every Sunday. Because she did that, Grandpa Chapman stayed active in the gospel and the active membership of the rest of the Chapman descendants is accredited to Great-Great-Grandma Chapman. Her name was Edith Pearl.<br />
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So there you have it. Once it was decided we felt so much better. Both because we found a name we loved and because we got out of a lot of debt in the process! Now that she is here, it is clear that her name just fits her perfectly.<br />
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Scott got me<a href="https://www.etsy.com/transaction/145740324?ref=fb2_tnx_title" target="_blank"> this beautiful necklace</a> that I wore to Ruthie's blessing on Sunday to celebrate our two beautiful girls:<br />
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I love that I have my Georgia Rose and Ruthie Pearl. My Rose and my Pearl. I'm so lucky. </div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*In the LDS church, babies are not christened or baptized. Baptism comes later, at the age of eight. Babies are born pure of sin so have no need to be baptized out of the womb. Instead, they are given a blessing by someone who holds the priesthood (traditionally the father) and given a name to go on the records of the church and to bless the child with spiritual and physical welfare. </span></div>
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Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-61541174307845535822013-08-31T22:26:00.003-06:002013-08-31T22:28:31.397-06:00Rocking like a Hurricane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are alive over here. We may be zombies with two black eyes, but we are alive. I feel like I have a lot to say but it's hard to find an eloquent way to articulate it all. My lack of eloquence has been a problem I've had for at least a year, but I'm finding it all even more difficult in the hurricane of two kids.<br />
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That's what this is, too. A hurricane.<br />
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You know when you have your first baby and everyone asks you how you are and you describe the whole experience as an "adjustment" and a "whirlwind?"<br />
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This. This is a hurricane.<br />
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But it's wonderful too. Because there's the fact that Georgia has only slept all the way through the night 3 times since we've brought the baby home, but there's also the fact that Ruthie only wakes up once or twice in the night to eat. There's Georgia practically killing her newborn sister by "dancing" with her, but then there's moments where the three of us play (well, Ruthie is forced to play) and Georgia laughs so hard she cries. There's me, not even allowed to push a vacuum due to c-section recovery going crazy because my tiny apartment gets dirty real quick. And then there's Scott who wakes up with Georgia, gets her breakfast, goes to work, comes home, gets everyone dinner and in bed and then spends the rest of the night printing tote bags or applying for jobs. There's frustration with breastfeeding, but there's satisfation in seeing a little milk drunk face and knowing I had everything to do with that. There's tears, but there is laughter. There is yelling, but I like to believe there are even more hugs.<br />
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When texting my friend Darcy about having two kids she told me there are higher highs and lower lows. I loved that. It has been the best thing anyone has told me so far. Because the whole thing is wonderful.<br />
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And it's also a hurricane.Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-9438868921897418562013-08-18T13:27:00.001-06:002014-07-12T17:45:25.302-06:00Ruthie Pearl or A Birth StoryThis post has taken me a while to write. There are a number of reasons, not the least of which being the fact that I just had a second kid and my world is trying really hard to stop spinning out of control.<br />
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But there are other reasons too. Like, I wanted to wait until I had some really good photos. And I wanted to go over the notes I took in the hospital about the experience and really remember it all again. And also that I DIDN'T want to remember it all again because, to be honest, it wasn't the greatest. This makes me feel bad. Because Ruthie is here and we are in love with her and obviously we are so so grateful that she is here with us and that our family has grown in such a wonderful way. But when I talk about the birth experience, it's not all roses. So how do I talk about the whole thing HONESTLY without sounding ungrateful or whiny? I don't know. But I will try.<br />
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After passing my due date (7/26) I was scheduled to be induced the following Tuesday at 7:30am. This was perfect as it gave my family time to drive down from Boise. Monday night was spent repacking my hospital bag and chatting with my parents. We went to bed a tad too late and I thought I would regret it but fell asleep pretty quickly.<br />
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Then my water broke at 3am.<br />
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I was determined to shower and shave my legs (something I was planning on doing in the morning) so I told Scott my water broke and jumped in the shower. Contractions started quickly but I was on a mission. I was worried about getting the bathroom wet after I got out of the shower so I shouted for Scott and was answered by silence. So I kept shouting until my mom came in and finally Scott came to put towels on the floor. ... He had fallen back asleep!<br />
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As I (and Scott) got ready to go, my contractions got worse. I was also determined to eat something so I had a little toast and a banana and some juice. My contractions really came on now and I was finding I would have to breathe through them a bit. We timed them and they were exactly 2 minutes apart.<br />
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I kissed my sleeping Georgia and whispered that I was going to bring her a sister.<br />
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When we got the hospital (about 4am), they put us in the EXACT same room I delivered Georgia in! It was like a way more painful flashback. Turns out I was at 5 1/2 cm.<br />
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Things were getting more intense so I decided to get an epidural but wanted to wait until my mom got to the hospital. I was breathing through contractions and I wanted Scott to distract me from the pain so I told him to talk to me.<br />
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"Have I ever you told you about Malawi?"<br />
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During each contraction, Scott would talk to me about the demographics of different African countries because it's all he could think to say! And I would ask questions through gritted teeth<br />
"Is it more tribal?"<br />
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Once my mom arrived so did the anesthesiologist. He was very quiet and seemed a little grumpy which was my biggest fear. I got a lot of anxiety about it and he had not one word for me. He just told everyone to sit down. He was the farthest thing from comforting but he did his job. The epidural was so relieving. <br />
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After an hour of that, they checked me again and told me nothing had changed. So they had me roll over to my other side and told me to NOT push again. I hated it. I was on my other side for another hour and was becoming pretty exhausted. I was riding the pressure like a wave, but it was tough<br />
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They called in the anesthesiologist again so that it wouldn't be as intense. Also, I was told that the baby still had not moved and so my doctor was going to try and flip her himself.<br />
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I trust Dr. Steele very much and he came and literally flipped the baby in a few contractions. I was happy they had refreshed my epidural before that! There was also a part of me that wished they would have just manually flipped her in the first place rather than going through those 2 hours of not pushing. Although she was in place, they told me she was still up very high.<br />
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After the baby was flipped, we decided to push again and I had some renewed energy to get her out. I pushed with everything in me but the baby's head was not getting any lower. This is when talk of a c-section started. I did NOT want a c-section. I was not mentally prepared for one and, quite frankly, it terrified me.<br />
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Scott gave me a priesthood blessing. I desperately wanted the blessing to say that I wouldn't need a c-section but instead it said that our baby would be born and healthy. That is what I had to focus on. But still, I prayed so hard that each of my pushes would get the baby down lower.<br />
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My anxiety really started going crazy. I was a nervous wreck and my doctor told me that I would most likely need a c-section. He said my body had been working for 4 hours to push the baby out and she had not dropped to where she needed to be. He told me that I would wear myself and the baby out soon. But I wanted to keep pushing until I HAD to stop. So that's what I did. After about another 30 minutes, he came back in and showed me that the baby's heart rate had started to drop. She was now in distress.<br />
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I started bawling. I mean, I really lost it. My mom kept telling me that it was okay to cry like that. She kept telling me to get it out. And I did. I cried because I felt like I was a wimp and that I COULDN'T push her out. I cried because I didn't know how I was going to take care of my 2 year old after surgery. I cried because I didn't know what to expect with a c-section and I was worried about a whole new type of pain. I cried because I kind of felt like a failure.<br />
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I asked if I could have Scott AND my mom in the operating room. The grumpy anesthesiologist said no. This made my mom grumpy in her own right.<br />
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I didn't feel good about having a c-section, so I looked to Scott and I asked him if he thought it would all be okay. He had so much peace in his eyes and on his face. He assured me that he knew everything would be alright. Now, I have never in my life made a decision based on what someone else felt or told me without coming to grips with it myself first. But that day, I completely relied on my husband and his faith and assurance.<br />
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Once I was all on the table and everything they told me that they wouldn't be able to put the baby on my chest right away and that she would go be weighed and measured in the other room. This made me feel sick. Scott sat up by my head with the anesthesiologist. I felt overwhelmingly grateful for him in that moment and told him so. <br />
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The exhaustion really started to hit me while they did the cesarean. I have since told people that I kept "falling asleep" but that makes it sound like I was weirdly relaxed and relieved which I was not. Scott said I can go ahead and say I was "in and out" because I was pretty much incoherent. I woke up to hear Ruthie cry and I tried so hard to keep my eyes open! Scott went into the other room where she was and the next thing I heard was everyone in the operating room shouting: <br />
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"Oh wow! 9lbs 10oz! Did you hear that, Carrie?!"<br />
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I know that every once in a while I would wake up and start shouting "I'm all done now! I'm all done!" The anesthesiologist had told me that I might feel anxious and that he would give me something for that. The next thing I woke up to was Dr. Steele asking "is she calmed down?" <br />
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And I gotta hand it to Mr. Grumpy medicine man. While he barely said a word to me through out my labor, he was there for me during the procedure. He would stroke my head and told me "it's okay, sweetie" and assured me it would be over soon and that I would have my baby. He wiped my mouth when I vomited. He was really wonderful in the end. <br />
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That's it. I remember when being wheeled back into the room and telling my mom "that was hard!" Because it was. But in the end, I got the chubby, dark haired baby I always thought I would have. There has been so much more to this transition to two kids than I thought there was going to be, but I think I will talk about all of that later. There are more photos and more things to say in the coming blog posts (and private journal entries) but for now I'm happy I was able to get this story down. We are so grateful for the healthy and safe arrival of our baby Ruthie!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">And let's talk about these pictures. Anna had given me the gift back at Christmas to take my birth photos. She was on the short list of people I wouldn't mind being in the delivery room. Of course, the birth did not go as planned but as I was looking through these photos I became so weepy! She pretty much captured the first time I REALLY saw my baby and I will be forever grateful for that gift.</span>Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-19348056810041773802013-07-27T23:08:00.001-06:002013-07-27T23:08:40.873-06:00Overheard at the Chapman House<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Me: </b>(eating a peach) Mmmm! I've missed you...<br /><b>Scott: </b>I've missed you too, Carrie. ... I wish you talked to me like you talk to fruit. </div>
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<b>Waitress:</b> And what can I get you to drink?<br /><b>Me:</b> A Diet Coke with lime, please.</div>
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<b>Me:</b> Where is Baby Ruthie, Georgia?<br /><b>Georgia:</b> (talking to my stomach) 'mon, Ruthie! Let's go! Walkin'!</div>
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Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-88526138676613440222013-07-27T22:49:00.003-06:002013-07-27T22:49:31.474-06:00Forgotten ZenMy due date was yesterday.<br />I have found that I have been avoiding blogging because all I think to talk about is how pregnant I am and that is boring.<br />
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Scott's family reunion was this weekend here in Utah and we were able to go to a little bit of it. Georgia was in heaven and has since been begging for "cousins" and to play with her Uncle Mark. She also got to bed before 10pm for like the first time in the past few days. Toddler paradise.<br />
While I loved seeing everyone I was pretty tired the whole time but I felt like it was important to go to as much as I could if only for Scott. He works so hard and I just wanted him to be able to have FUN before he has a second kid! From the looks on his face during the Minute to Win it competition, I'm pretty sure he did.<br /><br />In other news, today I wore a different color of the same shirt I have been wearing non-stop all week. Seriously, it's the most comfortable shirt of all time and I think it's worth talking about.<br />
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Also today, Scott took Georgia to one last reunion thing and I ate chocolate ice cream and did yoga and took deep breaths and a nap. The best part of my nap was waking up to a quiet house. I never realized how much BETTER a nap can be overall when you are not woken up by hands pounding on your door yelling "Mommy!" or a little 2 year old finger poking you in the eye. Walking around post nap in the silence of my apartment was a whole new level of zen that I had forgotten about. I'm glad I could fit it in while I could.<br />
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I try to not react scared to scary things that need not be scary. At least, I try really hard to not act scared in front of Georgia. Blame my college psych class, but I don't want her to be scared of spiders on account of me screaming and jumping away from them. So, when we come across a bug, she points it out and proclaims "BUG!" and when I seen her get a little nervous, I usually say "What a funny bug!" and then she laughs and her phobias are put off for another day.<br /><br />Well, last week we were eating lunch in the car. A fly had somehow found its way to the back seat. It was sitting very still on the passenger seat in front of Georgia so she happily pointed it out to me.<br />
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Apparently, this bug decided that was an invitation to fly directly into Georgia's face and then land on her knee. She flipped. FLIPPED! She threw all of her food and cried and hit her knee and was so sad. I couldn't help but laugh and told her the bug just wanted to say hi! She was not amused by this excuse. I got out of the car, shooed out the bug, comforted Georgia and then started driving home.<br /><br />We got on the freeway but I was in an unfamiliar area and realized I was going the wrong direction. While I was trying to find an exit to off on, ANOTHER fly decided that he and Georgia were going to be best friends. He flew in her face, landed on her hand, landed on her knee, and then did the whole dance over again. Georgia was freaking out.<br />
<br />"No! NO FUNNY BUG! NO FUNNY BUG!"<br />
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If I had a fly relentlessly landing on me while I was strapped in a car seat I would freak out too. I'm driving down the freeway and there's only so much I can do, so I roll down the window and hope the fly leaves. I pull off of the freeway and am waiting at a light before I can pull into a random parking lot. While at the light, the fly goes out the window. I'm VERY excited about this so I cheer to Georgia:<br /><br />"The funny bug is all gone! YAY!"<br />
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Through her tears, she chokes back and sob and gives me a weak smile of relief.<br />
<br />"Funny bug GONE!" she says.<br /><br />And then, as the light turns green, ANOTHER FLY pops up out of the depths of the backseat and attacks. It must have flown in while the window was down. Georgia becomes clearly distraught and screeeeeches as this fly does the exact same song and dance that the two previous flies have done. I am trying to comfort her, but I'm also driving and she has lost all trust in me anyway since I had told her the fly was gone TWICE.<br /><br />I'm trying to pull into an industrial parking lot and there is randomly traffic for miles making it so I can't. I'm holding Georgia's foot in a lame attempt to give her comfort and all I can see is her little hands over her little eyes and huge tears streaming down her bright red face. I have never seen her so scared.<br /><br />Once we finally get to where I can get out (this has been about a half hour ordeal), I rush to her aid and hold her outside of the car. It doesn't take her long to calm down once she is in my arms, but she is staring at the car with great suspicion.<br /><br />I could only stand and hold her for so long in the heat so I convince her to let me get out ALL of the bugs from the car (there weren't any more) and she somehow allows me to put her back in her car seat.<br />
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As we're driving home, she can't stop talking about her experience.<br />
<br />"Funny bug fly! Bug tickle nose! Bug tickle knee... no! NO funny bug! Bug tickle knee. Bug fly."<br /><br />I told this story to Scott who found it both pathetic and hilarious. That is, until the middle of that night, when we heard Georgia SCREAMING from her bedroom. I knew that scream, but Scott didn't. She had apparently had a nightmare about bugs because she was sobbing and screaming and kept swatting at her face and at her knees as if there was a bug on her.<br />
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"No no no no! No bug! NO BUG!"<br /><br />Since this experience, she has<i> not </i>ran and hid from any bug she sees. In fact, she points it out, laughs a nervous little laugh and then says: "Oh! Funny bug!" But if the bug starts to fly, she cringes and a look of terror comes over her face.<br /><br />I'm sad that Georgia went through such a traumatic ordeal (especially for a two year old) but I'm kind of happy to know that her fear didn't develop randomly or because of me. She went through a legitimate 30 minute experience with flies and discovered that she has reason to be afraid of them flying in her face and landing on her body when she doesn't want them to.<br /><br />To help the situation though, I think I'm going to see if they have A Bug's Life at our library.Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234584.post-6818189464367146552013-07-11T22:43:00.001-06:002013-07-11T22:43:37.755-06:00Spa Day On Tuesday, I spent hours at the spa. I'm not exaggerating that- I really did. I got a massage and a facial and pedicure and manicure. The stuff that rich people do when things just get a little too stressful. I didn't take any pictures because that seemed odd and inappropriate. You're going to have to take my word for it that I was there.<br /><br />I want to tell you that I felt weird. I want to fain that I am not a "spa person" because being someone who enjoys pampering makes you sound snobbish and entitled and high-maintenance. I <i>want</i> this blog post to be all about how I was so uncomfortable but after a while was able to let it all go, but only at the end and in respect for the dear friends who gave me the spa day as a baby shower gift.<br />
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But that's not the truth.<br />
The truth is, I LOVE being pampered.<br />
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I have no problem jumping on a massage table and letting someone who knows what they're doing take pressure off of my sciatic nerve. I was totally relaxed during my facial (although, I did get a bit hot toward the end) and was perfectly fine with having a complete stranger paint my face with different citrus and eucalyptus smelling concoctions. Hell, I was even fine with her doing "extractions" which I found out is a fancy word for popping my zits nicely.<br /><br />I was totally relaxed during my pedicure and giddy when I saw my pretty french-tipped toes. I couldn't stop looking at nail polish colors, and even though I settled on a boring nude, my freshly manicured hands made me feel like a new person. I could have stayed in that spa for a year. Because I'm a spa person.<br />
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Here's the best part: my sweet, sweet friends and family? The ones who all pitched in to get me such an elaborate gift? They know this about me. And they love me and they don't think I'm snobbish or entitled or high-maintenance. They just know me. They know who I am. They love who I am and thought I deserved something I would love doing. It makes me teary eyed thinking about it.<br />
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How lucky am I?Carrie Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08209518269608948257noreply@blogger.com1