tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107598892024-03-07T02:54:48.986-06:00Wad's WorldCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.comBlogger402125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-43048206149026456462014-08-15T15:55:00.000-05:002014-08-15T15:55:44.518-05:00Summer 2014 Bucket List in Review Well, Tristyn and I have been pretty busy this summer!<br />
I didn't really realize all the stuff we had done until I started this post.<br />
I thought it would be easiest to sum it all up with photos and a list.<br />
Here we go...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Met some real Slovenian relatives.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bought a new car...finally!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristyn chopped her hair!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Made new friends in the neighborhood and went to the Porter Co. Fair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Went mini golfing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saw baby alligators.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ate at Paradise Pup which was featured on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hung out in Kenosha, WI for a couple of hours.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Had her first sleepover.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Distributed yearbooks of course!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rode a camel at the fair with Miles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rode a pony.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learned to ride a two wheeler.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jumped off the diving board...a lot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swimming lessons ribbon earned.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristyn turned 6!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday party at Bellaboo's.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw former student Eric Gehrig play for the Columbus Crew.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Took a family vacation to Michigan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baked Unicorn Poop cookies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tried to roller skate.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Tristyn scraped her belly button?!?! Who does that?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saw Frozen in the park!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stayed up late and ate smores.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">St. Thomas More festival.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caught some baby frogs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learned to take photos with an SLR camera.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Played the piano.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Went swimming at the Verpooten's and the neighbor's A LOT.</td></tr>
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<br />Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-916338217408801772014-01-07T15:50:00.000-06:002014-03-24T15:53:10.903-05:00My Visit to KindergartenThis is long overdue.<br />
On Martin Luther King Day I was lucky enough to spend time in Tristyn's class!<br />
We didn't have school and she was making up a snow day.<br />
I thought it would be really fun to help and observe her little class.<br />
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Did I say little?<br />
Tristyn has a total of 30 students in her class.<br />
Her teacher, Mrs. Cruz, is a saint.<br />
I seriously do not know how that woman does it every single day.<br />
Thirty 5 and 6 year olds?<br />
In one room?<br />
All the time?<br />
Where's the Tylenol?<br />
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I love Tristyn's school.<br />
The entire school is just for kindergarten.<br />
Everything is their size.<br />
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First thing when we walked in Tristyn has some breakfast.<br />
Sometimes she eats two breakfasts...<br />
One at CHOA and another when she hops off the bus.<br />
We went back to her class and she got started on her morning work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working on her morning work while waiting for the fire drill.</td></tr>
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Then there was a fire drill.<br />
I was so amazed at the quiet soldiers marching down the hall.<br />
Mrs. Cruz was quick to drop behavior colors on those who were talking.<br />
She means business.<br />
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Overall, I was just in awe of how swiftly the kids transitioned to different activities.<br />
Directions were given and the children worked to follow them.<br />
I stayed to eat lunch with Tristyn.<br />
Mini corn dog day! My favorite.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mini corn dog day with Tristyn and her friend Hayden.</td></tr>
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<b><span style="color: red;"><u>Things I learned visiting Kindergarten:</u></span></b><br />
1. You have to be OCD organized to teach kindergarten.<br />
2. Mrs. Cruz has a song for EVERYTHING.<br />
3. It is amazing the things Tristyn can do for herself at school, but not at home...hmmmm.<br />
4. Watching the intellectual growth of a kindergartner from day one to the end has got be a great feeling.<br />
5. Kindergartners aren't in tune with sarcasm. (Mrs. Cruz told the class they were going to learn about outer space and that they might even take a trip there. Pretend of course. One girl started crying because she didn't want to leave her family behind.)<br />
6. 5 year olds fart and think nothing of it.<br />
7. I really don't think kindergarten teachers sleep...ever.<br />
8. Kindergarten is way too colorful for me.<br />
9. The first years in school are important. If a child starts off their educational career with a dud of a teacher...then they will have a sour outlook on school for the rest of their life. Scratch that. Every year is important and every teacher's attitude is important. Even though I teach high school, I can still be crazy and attempt to make my class somewhat enjoyable for teenagers. Hopefully, it will keep them coming back for more. Tristyn has been blessed with four amazing preschool and kindergarten teachers...Miss Janice, Miss Linda, Mrs. Kilar and Mrs. Cruz. I know that these ladies have launched Tristyn's educational adventure on the right track.<br />
10. Kindergarten teachers use WAY too much Comic Sans.<br />
<br />Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-47996572491505716812013-10-04T15:02:00.003-05:002013-10-04T15:02:33.901-05:00Kindergarten is Hard Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Tristyn is loving Kindergarten!</div>
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Mrs. Cruz is wearing her out too!</div>
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Yesterday she fell asleep on the bus ride home.</div>
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Except for the day when her walking tacos didn't walk.</div>
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Yesterday she brought home her "Problem Solving Journal."</div>
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I thought I would share some of my favorite entries.</div>
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This is my favorite because the apple has a worm coming out and she made a word bubble for the worm saying, "yum." She spelled it all herself.<br />
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This one just shows her personality so much. My kid with the purple icing on her cake.<br />
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Sure the directions say, "I can draw a picture that shows 3."<br />
But a picture of a dolphin, a wave, and her surfing is much cooler.<br />
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Tristyn wasn't sure how many people were in her family so she left it blank. She drew (from left to right) me, Aunt Barb with her white hair, herself and then started to draw Grandma, but she ran out of time. Sorry Grandma!<br />
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Oh yes...my kid made the Today Show website!</div>
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People have said that sending your child to school for the first time is hard.<br />
Tristyn has been going to school since she was 3 months old.<br />
It has never been hard for me.<br />
Maybe because she always loved the people taking such great care of her during the day.<br />
From Miss Cheryl to everyone at Caring Heart Open Arms...they made dropping her off a snap for me.<br />
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But watching her wait for the big, yellow bus<br />
With her pink Barbie backpack with matching lunchbox...<br />
Watching her skip excitedly to climb the big stairs and find her seat...<br />
I got a little choked up.<br />
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My little girl isn't so little anymore.<br />
She is independent<br />
Confident<br />
And Whimsical.<br />
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She walked down the hall to her classroom<br />
Holding her best friend's hand.<br />
She waited her turn to give her teacher, Mrs. Cruz an apple.<br />
It was her idea.<br />
She picked it out at the store, made sure it was the right color<br />
And packed it in her bag.<br />
She is so caring.<br />
I think that might become a first day tradition.<br />
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She found her name on the classroom tree<br />
And at her seat around the red table.<br />
She immediately sat down and got right to work.<br />
Coloring a raccoon.<br />
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A quick hug and kiss good-bye.<br />
No tears from Little Nug.<br />
Only smiles and total confidence.<br />
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She's not a Little Nug anymore.<br />
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She's Big Tristyn.<br />
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It's corny to say, but she starts her educational career today.<br />
Coloring a raccoon.<br />
With test scores,<br />
Standards,<br />
ISTEPs,<br />
Social pressures,<br />
AP classes,<br />
Technology upgrades<br />
And more...<br />
The next 13 years is where she will find herself<br />
And secure her future.<br />
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My hopes/advice for Tristyn are these:<br />
-Put forth your best effort and work hard at everything you do.<br />
-But don't stress so much about letter grades.<br />
-Always smile and be nice to others.<br />
-Choose your friends wisely.<br />
-Education is one thing that NO ONE can ever take away from you, so learn as much as you can.<br />
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It's really hard to think that in 13 years<br />
I will be kissing her good-bye in her dorm room.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-65084380344592612712013-08-16T15:22:00.003-05:002013-08-16T15:25:00.236-05:00Summer Bucket List vs. What We Actually DidTristyn and I made a summer bucket list way back in May.<br />
Here it is and the highligted ones we actually accomplished!<br />
1) Visit South Shore Soda Shop in Goshen<br />
2) Try Paradise Pup in Chicago<br />
3) Go to the water park<br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow;">5) Go to the park</span><br />
6) Explore in the forest<br />
7) Canoe/Row Boat ride<br />
8) Railcats game<br />
<span style="background-color: yellow;">9) Drive in movie</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miles and Tristyn at the 49er Drive In in Valpo.</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: yellow;">10) Movie night at home with popcorn</span><br />
<span style="background-color: yellow;">11) Visit Simone and Colette's house in Wisconsin</span><br />
12) Santa's Village<br />
13) Indiana Beach<br />
14) Finish reading Harry Potter 1<br />
15) Stay in a hotel<br />
16) Children's Museum<br />
17) Take the train to Chicago<br />
18) Have a garage sale<br />
19) Fair Oaks Farm<br />
20) Go to Wendy's at night<br />
21) Visit Wolf Park in Lafayette<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeding the goats at the Michigan City Zoo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saying hi to the baby horse.</td></tr>
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Ok...so we didn't hit many things on the list.<br />
The weather was pretty cold and rainy this summer.<br />
And...I did have hernia surgery on June 11 that had me down for weeks.<br />
Here is a list of OTHER things we did that weren't even on our planned list.<br />
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1) Had a birthday party at Bellaboos<br />
2) Hernia surgery<br />
3) Tristyn slept overnight at the Verpooten's house for 2 nights!<br />
4) Library trips<br />
5) McDonald's Playland<br />
6) Helped grandma with her sump pump<br />
7) Got stuck in a hail storm on I94<br />
8) Tristyn saw the Snow White play with Grandma<br />
9) St. Thomas More Festival<br />
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10) Vacation Bible School at Southlake Worship Center<br />
11) Vacation Bible School at Bethel<br />
12) Saw Despicable Me 2 in 3D and Monsters University at the Drive in<br />
13) Dunes with the cousins<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jeremy, Simone, Colette and Julia standing. Austin, Tristyn and Aidan.</td></tr>
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14) Played mini golf at Zao's Island in Valpo<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She won. She had 72 and I had 54. ;)</td></tr>
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15) Lake County Fair<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miles and Tristyn got to ride a camel at the fair!</td></tr>
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16) Tristyn helped me with her 5th yearbook distribution<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yearbook distribution through the years.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Drew Verpooten and our yearbook.<br />
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17) Went to Auntie Julie's ice cream party.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bacon peanut butter ice cream.<br />
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We also painted a lot of nails, spent the 4th of July at the Verpooten's house, bought a fish, hung out at Lake George, and ate a lot of ice cream.<br />
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Huh...I guess we did do a lot this summer!<br />
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Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-74507513216772673172013-06-17T14:26:00.002-05:002013-06-17T14:27:03.626-05:00Happy 5th Birthday Tristyn!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and the birthday girl.</td></tr>
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We decided to have Tristyn's birthday party a tad early this year.<br />
We also decided to have it at Bellaboo's in Lake Station.<br />
It is this amazing place for kids!<br />
They have themed rooms for the kids to play in that are just awesome.<br />
Tristyn's favorite room is the face painting room.<br />
She likes to paint her face like a tiger.<br />
She had a couple of friends from school come like Avery and Soleah.<br />
Cousins Austin and Adian were able to come from Illinois.<br />
Best buddies, Miles and Drew were there of course!<br />
And our neighbors Jacob and Vivian came along too!<br />
She had a great time and was so tired by the end of the night!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jumping in the ball pitt with Miles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Concentrating on her birthday shirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Face painting with cousin Austin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating pizza!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her special bunny that she reaaally wanted and named Kendra.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squirt gun party favors.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tired party goer.</td></tr>
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<br />Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-38885686687563065542013-04-26T15:19:00.000-05:002013-04-26T15:19:04.574-05:00"Ca-Caw! Ca-Caw!"It's April 26 and I can't help but wonder when the heck it's going to warm up.<br />
When the sun is out and it's not frigid<br />
I never see Tristyn.<br />
She is finally old enough to ride her bike down the block.<br />
She even crosses the street in front of the house with a watchful eye.<br />
She has made friends like Jacob and Vivian who live next to Josephine.<br />
She even talks to the older girl who lives down the block and can ride a two-wheeler.<br />
<br />
The other day she came home and said she met two little girls<br />
She asked to ride her bike around the block with them.<br />
One girl was 5 and the other was 7 so I wasn't too worried.<br />
I said OK...I have to cut the cord sometime.<br />
Two minutes later the doorbell rang and it was the 5 year old.<br />
She said, "Don't worry ma'am, we'll protect your kid from the streets."<br />
She made it sound like we lived in the ghetto!<br />
She meant that she would help her cross the street if they needed to.<br />
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After about 40 minutes Tristyn finally returned home.<br />
She was so happy and proud of herself for making friends.<br />
When I took off her coat I noticed she had dirt all over her arm.<br />
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Here is the conversation that took place after that...<br />
M: Why do you have dirt all over your arm?<br />
T: Oh...I fell up a hill.<br />
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I think to myself...where in the heck is there a hill?<br />
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M: I thought you were going on a bike ride?<br />
T: Well...we did, but we went to the park to play.<br />
M: But...you were supposed to be riding your bike.<br />
What if I needed to find you? <br />
How would I know you were at the park?<br />
T: Well you would walk by and see our pink bikes.<br />
M: But where did the dirt come from?<br />
T: We went on the tracks in the forest. And I fell up a hill.<br />
M: WHAT?<br />
How would I know you were in the forest?!<br />
T: Well you would see our bikes and then follow the girl tracks.<br />
M: What if you got hurt in the forest?<br />
How would I know you were hurt or where to find you?<br />
T: I would stay still and call out to you, "Ca-Caw! Ca-Caw!" and then you will come get me.<br />
M: WHAT?!?!?!<br />
NO...you are not to go in the forest without me ever again! You could get hurt or lost!<br />
And on and on and on....<br />
<br />
I think she got my drift.<br />
Until we were discussing the situation again at grandma's house.<br />
When I told her again that I didn't want her going in there she said to me,<br />
"Well...if I go in there and then don't tell you about it...then you won't know!"<br />
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This is going to be a long journey raising this child.<br />
Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-48635267745596516272013-03-27T15:28:00.000-05:002013-04-05T15:30:12.533-05:00Field Museum Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Spring Break was last week and I wanted to do something special with Tristyn.</div>
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She has never really been to Chicago and it was high time we go.</div>
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We planned on going to the Shedd Aquarium</div>
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Except there was a two hour wait just to get in to the place!</div>
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So I decided to head to the Field Museum.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little tunnel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristyn in front of the Field Museum.</td></tr>
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She asked me what was at the Field and I told her dinosaur bones.<br />
She was soooo excited!<br />
I haven't been there since high school and a lot has changed.<br />
We have been reading the Magic Treehouse Books...we are on #12.<br />
Everything we saw at the museum related to what we had read!<br />
Dinosaurs, saber toothed cats, mammoths, mummies and cave paintings...it was awesome!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristyn and Sue the T-Rex.</td></tr>
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I had never seen Sue the dinosaur.<br />
She was actually discovered by a woman named Sue who went to my high school!<br />
Pretty neat huh?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Collecting corn in a pueblo.</td></tr>
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We covered the entire museum and we were pooped!<br />
Tristyn is like a sponge and soaked up everything.<br />
Her favorite part was Sue and the 3-D movie.<br />
One highlight was when we came out of the cave paintings exhibit...<br />
Tristyn found a $20 bill on the floor!<br />
We asked around and Tristyn ended up keeping it!<br />
She bought a stuffed horse to remember her trip.<br />
She said that it reminded her of the horse that was sketched in the stone in the cave exhibit.<br />
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About 2 minutes after this hot dog<br />
Tristyn burst into tears.<br />
She had to go potty.<br />
And right then.<br />
No bathrooms in the parking garage.<br />
Museum was about to close.<br />
We bolted across the street,<br />
Up all the stairs,<br />
Into the museum and to the nearest bathroom.<br />
It closed 10 minutes before the museum closed.<br />
Awesome.<br />
Down the stairs we go and down a long hallway.<br />
We throw everything on the floor and she flies on the toilet.<br />
Nothing.<br />
Awesome.<br />
Then she hears the announcement about the museum being closed.<br />
She freaks out because she thinks we are going to be locked inside.<br />
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We made it back to the car finally<br />
And her little tummy was still upset.<br />
I got on Lake Shore Drive and she was passed out.<br />
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By the time we got back to Hobart, she was ok.<br />
We got our hair done for Easter and had Subway for dinner.<br />
I had a great time hanging out together and I know she did too!<br />
I can't wait to take her to the Science and Industry and the Shedd one day!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0The Field Museum, 1400 South Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, IL 60605, USA41.8661732 -87.61698641.487591699999996 -88.262433 42.2447547 -86.971538999999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-59009191225482419052013-01-22T16:18:00.003-06:002013-01-22T16:18:15.553-06:00Happy Birthday Jesus Performance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just had to share this video of Tristyn.<br />
We were at my Mom's house this weekend<br />
And she has this toy microphone which is pretty cool.<br />
There are even foot pedals you can step on and people will clap or laugh.<br />
Anyway, Tristyn just picked up the mic and started singing all serious.<br />
She learned <em>Happy Birthday Jesus!</em> at her school last year around Christmas time.<br />
They didn't have a Christmas show this year, but she still remembered all the words.<br />
Just another reason why I love Caring Heart Open Arms in Hobart!<br />
Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-60074373390929728812012-12-12T14:33:00.001-06:002012-12-12T14:33:10.322-06:00Justin Bieber Concert Here We Come!...in 2020 That Is.Last night Tristyn and I were driving home from deadline night<br />
And a Justin Bieber song came on the radio.<br />
She got really excited.<br />
She LOVES him!<br />
Four years old and has posters of him in her bedroom.<br />
<br />
"Mommy, can you take me to his concert when I'm older?"<br />
"Well...how old do you think you have to be to go to a concert?"<br />
"I don't know...tall?"<br />
"Tall is not an age Tristyn."<br />
"Ummm...how about 12?"<br />
"That sounds like a good age for a concert.<br />
So, if Justin is still around I will take you ok?"<br />
"Ok...and I will bring my Justin map!"<br />
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You see...Aunt Jan heads to Stratford, Canada every August for the Shakespeare festival.<br />
That is Justin Bieber's hometown.<br />
He grew up singing outside of the Avon Theater there.<br />
Who knows? I could have seen him there back in the day when I used to go with her!<br />
It's a great little town and I hope to take Tristyn there someday.<br />
This summer Aunt Jan sent Tristyn a map of Stratford with the "Justin's Favorite Places" on it.<br />
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"Yes! And then I will marry him and he will live with us at our house."<br />
"Well, I think he has a little bit more money than us...<br />
You know...he has all his music and his concerts...<br />
So maybe he will let us move in with him!"<br />
"Oooo...yeah! He probably has a pool.<br />
Not one that blows up...a REAL one."<br />
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So, I wonder in 2020, when Tristyn is 12 years old...<br />
Will Justin Bieber still be cool at 26 years old?<br />
Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-50208694586477404932012-12-03T15:43:00.002-06:002012-12-03T15:43:56.299-06:00Exploding HeartI know, I know...I haven't blogged in a loooong time.<br />
I'm SORRY!<br />
I have so much to write about, but Sarah said I had to write this story down NOW.<br />
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Yesterday we took the kids to the Shriner Circus in Hammond.<br />
The show was a little awkward, but fun!<br />
Tristyn and I went to Grandma's for dinner.<br />
Tristyn didn't eat much...probably due to the large popcorn we shared.<br />
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On the way home, Tristyn asked if I could stop at Wendy's.<br />
I told her, "No."<br />
She had Wendy's a couple of times that week and should have eaten at Grandma's.<br />
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Cry, cry, cry.<br />
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We get into the house and she proceeds to tell me,<br />
"You ruin everyday of my life!<br />
I tried to be good and you ruined my day!<br />
I asked nicely and you said no!"<br />
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Keep in mind she is crying and yelling this at me.<br />
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"I said that we didn't have to go in to eat!<br />
You EXPLODED my heart Mommy!"<br />
<br />
I told her that what she was saying to me was hurting my feelings.<br />
I was going to take a shower and she should calm down and think about what she said.<br />
<br />
Cry. Cry. Cry.<br />
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In the end...we talked and hugged and apologized to one another.<br />
I'm sure that was the first fight of many.<br />
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BUT I EXPLODED HER HEART!!!<br />
All over denying her a small frosty.<br />
Mother of the Year.<br />
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Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-58425009500190141232012-11-24T14:53:00.000-06:002012-12-04T14:53:24.310-06:00Kevin and Talia Got Married!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My little brother got married!!</div>
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It's so hard to believe that little Buster walked down the aisle.</div>
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I'm so proud of him.</div>
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And so happy for him and Talia!</div>
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They are a perfect couple and I know they are going to have a great life together.</div>
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They love the Cubs, Gold Rush, food, Star Wars, Settlers of Catan...</div>
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What more could a guy ask for?</div>
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The wedding was a BLAST!</div>
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I was so excited to get all dolled up and look "hot."</div>
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Julie and I were bridesmaids.</div>
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Tristyn was the flower girl.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julie and me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristyn the flower girl.</td></tr>
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It was a very busy weekend with Thanksgiving and all.</div>
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We celebrated near Julie and Brian's house at a hotel with her in-laws.</div>
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We all went out for dinner at Harry Carey's and it was yummy!</div>
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The best part was that no one had to stress over cooking and cleaning.</div>
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At the hotel we got to go swimming and play games.</div>
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Back to the wedding...</div>
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I was so excited to see so many people there.</div>
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To have all of your family members and friends in one place at the same time was amazing.</div>
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They got married at the courthouse in Crown Point on the square.</div>
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The courtroom was on the 3rd floor and the reception hall was on the 2nd.</div>
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I was very impressed at how Tristyn listened and walked down the aisle like a princess.</div>
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She looked so beautiful!!</div>
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She was so good the entire weekend.</div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Congratulations Kevin and Talia!!!</span></div>
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Here are a few more pictures from the exciting day:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julie, Mom and me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tristyn and me after getting our makeup done.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and Kevin before the ceremony.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my girl.</td></tr>
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Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-919917040821185192012-06-10T09:37:00.001-05:002012-06-10T09:39:11.551-05:00Happy 4th Birthday Tristyn!Where did time go?<br />
I can't believe my girl is 4 already!<br />
Every single day has been an adventure and I wouldn't trade it for anything.<br />
Tristyn has completed my life in every way.<br />
I love her so much.<br />
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We are hanging out today and having Grandma and Auntie Julie and Uncle Brian over later.<br />
I am going to make bacon and eggs for breakfast and then grilled pork chops for dinner...her favorite!<br />
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Tristyn's current stats:<br />
Height: 41inches<br />
Weight: 35.5 lbs<br />
Fav Food: Ice Cream<br />
Fav Movie: All the Barbie movies<br />
Fav Color: Pink and Purple<br />
Fav Song: Justin Bieber's Eenie Meenie Miny Mo Lova!<br />
Fav Book: Anything from the library. We have read 117 books in a month and a half!<br />
Fav Place: Any park with monkey bars<br />
Best Friend: Mommy<br />
Fav Candy: Tootsie Rolls<br />
Fav Animal: Unicorns and Horsies<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzrNWjGaSRPiTP44RctG_wvp2HvwgFNGOWbaqkt3Svqo3ueMTDkHBMdBxwrWFuL5xz_Xcu_wscFKPjAcK7OMfLYqKjQUOz0UHMpu1mrOFCavvIXHEWQdwyoUF0IWu_QYwFFHDwA/s640/blogger-image-1131552924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzrNWjGaSRPiTP44RctG_wvp2HvwgFNGOWbaqkt3Svqo3ueMTDkHBMdBxwrWFuL5xz_Xcu_wscFKPjAcK7OMfLYqKjQUOz0UHMpu1mrOFCavvIXHEWQdwyoUF0IWu_QYwFFHDwA/s640/blogger-image-1131552924.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsZTYLa8FtD5vCO6ZnH4R60FdUC8exItUsn2EsAUwswT569YWN0PubQdGHIh2b6O2_PH5iDNC0WrXtVAuK_89zu34IAOCUYmJLN2yOHuPTs_RmJ6oyN07Scnir11lo2uLUDbnvg/s640/blogger-image--1923858078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsZTYLa8FtD5vCO6ZnH4R60FdUC8exItUsn2EsAUwswT569YWN0PubQdGHIh2b6O2_PH5iDNC0WrXtVAuK_89zu34IAOCUYmJLN2yOHuPTs_RmJ6oyN07Scnir11lo2uLUDbnvg/s640/blogger-image--1923858078.jpg" /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-55092074056567072902012-06-08T13:16:00.001-05:002012-06-08T13:23:12.262-05:00Last Day of Preschool!I cannot believe how much Tristyn has grown this year. Her hair, her height, her vocabulary...it's amazing. She is really going to miss CHOA and Miss Janice this summer, but I know she's excited to go to the beach and celebrate her birthday! <br />
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I am so lucky to have such wonderful ladies at CHOA taking care of Tristyn while I'm at work. They truly love her and have done a wonderful job molding her into a sweet, kind, and smart little girl. <br />
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Tristyn got to bring cupcakes today for her birthday and even got a big sticker to wear. She was so excited! Having her birthday so close to the end of the school year makes me worry about how many times she will actually be in school to celebrate! Of course she brought pink and white and some blue cupcakes for the boys. <br />
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Let the summer fun begin!...Finally!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcvUXhyGBfidTdTtR3XiilzwvjRSg6TePOoQktWsi0XMgfn0gCGAeOtNTGkOJ4Cd6JEs_U-eEAYjIOdnubWfwYaZzO37Yprr5V9ceNJGvDzflGQJxe4U2_xFXcR3ql8ilmVTZYQ/s640/blogger-image--1754977401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcvUXhyGBfidTdTtR3XiilzwvjRSg6TePOoQktWsi0XMgfn0gCGAeOtNTGkOJ4Cd6JEs_U-eEAYjIOdnubWfwYaZzO37Yprr5V9ceNJGvDzflGQJxe4U2_xFXcR3ql8ilmVTZYQ/s640/blogger-image--1754977401.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dpkh84XE48lfil6ILkfCW1FbqsbgicNqsURjfxZcBz5WOa7pTAUehfgBTG0HwUq1Zkt-cVgF901EvFPBEGYJyuRLX6aQGlFsDMHjQnAlASvNQE-Tz_uxhNq22vGOOca9s20jnQ/s640/blogger-image--1214296776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dpkh84XE48lfil6ILkfCW1FbqsbgicNqsURjfxZcBz5WOa7pTAUehfgBTG0HwUq1Zkt-cVgF901EvFPBEGYJyuRLX6aQGlFsDMHjQnAlASvNQE-Tz_uxhNq22vGOOca9s20jnQ/s640/blogger-image--1214296776.jpg" /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-28275155006515201572012-05-03T09:12:00.001-05:002012-05-03T09:12:21.642-05:00Night of CrazinessYesterday evening was a normal night at home.<br />
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Dinner, a little Dora, a bath and books.</div>
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At 10:45 p.m. Tristyn wakes up crying and restless.</div>
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She said her neck hurt.</div>
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Cry, cry, cry.</div>
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Now her cheeks hurt.</div>
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Cry, cry, cry.</div>
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Now her throat hurts.</div>
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Cry, cry. cry.</div>
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We go upstairs to look at her throat.</div>
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Nothing...no redness.</div>
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Temperature...normal.</div>
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Cry, cry, cry.</div>
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I give her some basic medicine.</div>
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I thought she had a migraine or something.</div>
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I told her to be patient and the medicine would help.</div>
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Cry, cry, cry.</div>
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More cries.</div>
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VERY restless.</div>
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12:30 a.m. rolls around.</div>
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Off the the ER at St. Mary's in Hobart we go.</div>
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We check in and do the paperwork.</div>
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She is almost at 35 lbs!!</div>
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The RN gave her Tylenol and ear drops.</div>
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Then we went to the waiting room</div>
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She was still so restless.</div>
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Finally she started to settle down.</div>
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Then I notice 2 firetrucks.</div>
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Then 2 police cars.</div>
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Then the ER doors were locked and a policeman stood guard.</div>
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I was starting to freak out a bit.</div>
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The RN comes out to say,</div>
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"We have a hazardous spill in the ER and it has been shut down.</div>
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HAZMAT needs to clean it up and it may take some time.</div>
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You have not been exposed so you are free to leave,</div>
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Or you can wait to be treated here."</div>
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REALLY?</div>
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By this time it is around 2 a.m.</div>
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I decide to head to St. Anthony's in Crown Point.</div>
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As we walk out the door, Tristyn burps!</div>
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She says, "Oh, my ear popped! It scared me!"</div>
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As I drive down 61st heading to the next hospital</div>
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I'm talking to my mother about what to do.</div>
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I look back and Tristyn is sound asleep.</div>
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I decide to head home.</div>
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I plopped her in bed and she slept the rest of the night.</div>
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I, on the other hand, was wide awake.</div>
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So I decided to write my journalism banquet speech.</div>
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Yes..today is our annual journalism banquet.</div>
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150 parents and friends and students coming.</div>
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I'm pretty much in charge since Sarah went to have a baby or something.</div>
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At 3:30 a.m. my speech was done and I went to bed.</div>
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At 5:45 a.m. Tristyn was feeling fine.</div>
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Very tired, but fine.</div>
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She went to school and laid on a cot for more sleep.</div>
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I haven't got a phone call yet.</div>
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I'm running on 2 hours of sleep.</div>
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I got an extra-large coffee at Dunkin Donuts this morning.</div>
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The journalism banquet is in 9 hours.</div>
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Ready, Set, Go!</div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-20953444739219263702012-04-16T15:47:00.003-05:002012-04-16T15:47:40.605-05:00Babies, Babies, BabiesAt work it seems like every three weeks<div>
Someone is having a baby.</div>
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My librarian had a girl in January.</div>
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The guidance counselor had a boy a couple of weeks ago.</div>
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Sarah is leaving to have ...something...this week!</div>
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Then Betty's welcoming Clark in May.</div>
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And Kate...another little dude after that!</div>
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Am I missing anyone???</div>
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*Sigh*</div>
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I want another baby.</div>
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*Sigh*</div>
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Ok...that's out and over with.</div>
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I know that I can't really have another baby.</div>
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I can't afford another child.</div>
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I really like the one I got!</div>
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I can't even imagine taking care of two children on my own.</div>
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Who would have thought that I would want another child?</div>
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The one who NEVER wanted to be pregnant?</div>
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Go figure.</div>
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I love being a mom.</div>
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Everything about it is just awesome.</div>
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And I love watching Tristyn grow and learn.</div>
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Sometimes I just want a little nugget around again.</div>
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To hear the sounds.</div>
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To smell their heads.</div>
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To change their diapers...I always thought it was like a surprise!</div>
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To feed them and have them stare up at you.</div>
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To fiddle with those little toes.</div>
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To kiss that softest skin you will ever feel.</div>
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To just stare at that peaceful little child.</div>
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I guess the best way to look at this is</div>
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That I can borrow these other children and then give them back!</div>
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I can smell them</div>
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Play</div>
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Feed</div>
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Poke</div>
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Hug and smooch</div>
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And then hand them over to the parents when I'm tired!</div>
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I'm good with just my one.</div>
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But I will babysit anytime!</div>
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I might need professional help with this one.</div>
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Hi..my name is Carrie and I'm addicted to the library.</div>
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<div>
About a week ago when I was at the Hobart branch</div>
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The librarian told me about the new video policy.</div>
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Unless it is a New Release, you can now keep videos for ONE week!!</div>
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I was SOOOO excited!</div>
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I thought I had won the lottery.</div>
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Well...over Spring Break we went to the Main Library</div>
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And the Hobart Library</div>
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And even dropped some things off at the Munster Library.</div>
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Yes...a little much eh?</div>
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Tristyn and I read books every night before bed.</div>
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At least 5 books a night.</div>
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Some of them several times over.</div>
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If they have a CD in the back she gets super excited.</div>
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I should have took a picture of the bedroom floor the other day.</div>
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There was a library book MOUNTAIN!</div>
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I had to sort through them and return some.</div>
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It was out of control.</div>
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I brought back a HUGE bag full of books and some DVDs.</div>
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Of course we had to get MORE books!</div>
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As I went to check out the librarian asked if I knew about the new policy.</div>
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I was super excited and said, "of course!"</div>
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And as he was checking me out, the computer beeped.</div>
<div>
He said, "Oh it looks like you are over your 50 item limit."</div>
<div>
The librarian next to him said, </div>
<div>
"No one ever has 50 items out! What do you have?"</div>
<div>
I laughed and told them about the mountain.</div>
<div>
She was excited that I actually knew where all the books were.</div>
<div>
I told them I just dropped a whole bunch off and he said I was ok.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
I currently have 30 items out.</div>
<div>
I just printed the list from the special reminder email I get from my best friends.</div>
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6 DVDs including She-Ra and Spiderman.</div>
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1 Princess magazine.</div>
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4 CDs for car ride easy listening.</div>
<div>
19 childrens books including 5 books about Unicorns.</div>
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<div>
How many are overdue?</div>
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None.</div>
<div>
Do I have any fines at the present time?</div>
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Nope.</div>
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<b><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">I LOVE THE LIBRARY!!!!</span></b></div>
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<br /></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-78530086269617248042012-04-09T10:59:00.004-05:002012-04-09T10:59:39.327-05:00Easter Over The Years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Where has my little girl gone??</div>
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I love Easter.</div>
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I love Easter breakfast and the egg hunt.</div>
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I love going to church with the entire family.</div>
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Tristyn was very good in church this year.</div>
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She even made it up to communion with Grandma.</div>
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She came back and said, "Mommy, they didn't give me a cookie!"</div>
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We went to the egg hunt at her school on Saturday.</div>
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She had a great time and got lots of eggs.</div>
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We dyed 16 eggs and I have sworn off glitter for life.</div>
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Grandma's house was a lot of fun with the whole family.</div>
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Look at these pictures of "Big Tristyn" over the years.</div>
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<br /></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-57113544142505622272012-03-06T14:26:00.004-06:002012-03-06T14:26:55.067-06:00Mid-Life Anxiety AttackOk...Sarah Verpooten is kicking my butt in blogging these days.<br />
I need to pick it up!!!<br />
I'm such a slacker...or maybe she's the slacker for blogging all day!<br />
Ha ha ha!<br />
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So, I just had a complete panic attack<br />
Over the fact that I had to update my age in the profile box.<br />
35<br />
*sigh*<br />
I'm having an anxiety attack over this people.<br />
I cried three times on Sunday.<br />
I certainly don't feel like I'm 35.<br />
On some days I feel like I'm not even old enough <br />
To be responsible for a child.<br />
I look at pictures of my mom when she was 35 or younger<br />
And she totally looks way older than 35 in those photos!<br />
*sigh*<br />
Enough of my panic attack.<br />
I'm sure I'll get over it by the time I turn 36.<br />
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We all went out for a great dinner at Maggiano's in Oakbrook.<br />
Tristyn was a little wiggly through dinner, but we managed.<br />
She even told me "Feliz Cumpleanos."<br />
What a silly kid.<br />
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And here is a picture of me in my new scarf from my sister.<br />
The pink scarf was a total hit and I got many compliments.<br />
And the Transformer cupcake that Sarah bought.<br />
She's so sweet.<br />
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<br /></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-32977311125305761882012-02-13T08:25:00.000-06:002012-02-13T08:25:07.780-06:00Cinderella Camping DreamTristyn likes to tell stories when she's going potty.<br />
Her latest was about a dream that she had.<br />
It went a little something like this:<br />
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Tristyn: "Me and Cinderella...we were camping in a tent.<br />
And there was a PINK snake on the wall!"<br />
Me: "Oh my goodness!"<br />
T: "Yeah...and it had black and white stripes."<br />
M: "That's a colorful snake! What did Cinderella do?"<br />
T: She FREAKED out Mommy...and she said a bad word."<br />
M: "Oh no!"<br />
T: "Yeah....she said, 'Oh my god!' not gosh, but god."<br />
M: "Oh yeah...you shouldn't say that...you should say gosh."<br />
T: "And then...Cinderella said, 'shit.'"<br />
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Keep in mind, she said this with a totally straight face.<br />
I, on the otherhand, was trying to keep from busting out laughing.<br />
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M: "Oh....that IS a bad word. You should never say that one."<br />
T: "Oh I know that Mommy...I didn't say it...Cinderella did."<br />
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Of course she did.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-14258040995858090462012-02-13T08:17:00.001-06:002012-02-13T08:17:16.874-06:00Tristyn Got Her Ears Pierced!<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786" height="225" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=f0a5dcc69c&photo_id=6866860443">
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I hope this video works!<br />
Tristyn got her ears pierced this weekend!!<br />
She is very excited about them and can't wait to get new earrings for the wedding.<br />
I can't take this...she's a big girl now.<br />
*Sigh*<br />Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-6442933909042705332012-02-02T15:25:00.002-06:002012-02-02T15:25:59.109-06:00Burrows and Buzz CutsMy kid has been schooling me lately in a couple of areas.<br />
Yesterday she says to me, "Tomorrow is Groundhog's Day Mommy!"<br />
I said, "Yes it is! Do you know what happens on Groundhog's Day?"<br />
She nodded her head and I proceeded to tell her how the little guy<br />
Pops up from his hole in the ground and looks for his shadow.<br />
She stops me right there.<br />
"Mommy, a groundhog lives in a burrow."<br />
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Of course he does Tristyn.<br />
Mommy just thought that the word "hole" would be more on your level!<br />
Guess not.<br />
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Then we were reading a childrens book <br />
About President Obama and how his family got a dog.<br />
On one page there are portraits of some presidents with their dogs.<br />
Out of curiosity I asked Tristyn if she noticed anything different about Obama.<br />
At first she looked and said, "Nope!"<br />
Then she looked again.<br />
In my head I'm thinking...hello? He's the only African American one!<br />
She says, "Oh yeah! Obama is the only one that doesn't have any hair!"<br />
Because of course all of the other guys had old, white hair and<br />
Obama has a short buzz cut.<br />Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-84657916992990721712012-01-26T12:11:00.000-06:002012-02-02T14:12:17.578-06:00Dinosaurs Bit My Fingers Like Chicken Nuggets and Ice Cream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes Tristyn remembers her dreams.<br />
Sometimes she repeats my dreams.<br />
This is a combo of both of our dreams.<br />
I had the dream about the BusyTown game<br />
And she had the dream about the dinosaur biting her fingers.<br />
She's such a silly goose.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07157317911591650530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10759889.post-2613213857673658872012-01-17T13:58:00.000-06:002012-01-17T13:58:34.255-06:00Sledding and Chin WrestlingThis was a great 3 day weekend!<br />
On Saturday Tristyn, Bones and I went sledding in Portage.<br />
We had such a great time!<br />
We went down the hill about 5 times and then Tristyn was cold.<br />
Sounded good to me!<br />
It's a good thing she only weighs 32 lbs.<br />
She walked up the hill twice by herself<br />
And I dragged her up the other three times.<br />
We then came home and made snow angels and climbed up the plow mountains.<br />
Of course it ended with hot chocolate, a movie and snuggling!<br />
Here are a couple of pictures and videos from our snowy day...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to sled!</td></tr>
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And here are the videos that wouldn't upload to facebook for some odd reason.<br />
This first video is a selfie that I took while Tristyn and I went down the hill together.<br />
Halfway through we ended up turning around and going down the hill backwards!<br />
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And this one was later that night when we were snuggling.</div>
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Actually we were having a chin wrestling contest.</div>
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We like to do this.</div>
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She always wins because her chin just digs into me and it tickles really bad!</div>
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She loves doing that to me and I HATE it!!</div>
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