tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38218189564242814112024-02-19T11:15:43.777-05:00The ShumpertsRamblings of a stay-at-home momLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-42653140396768786322012-11-30T11:21:00.001-05:002012-11-30T11:21:40.179-05:00Stress, yo.I should have known better than to be pregnant during Christmas time, but I did and now I must deal with the "consequences". Christmas is always stressful around here, as I'm sure it is for all of you. We have 6 Christmases to go to, plus a few birthdays and various Chriatmas get togethers. A toddler and a pregnant sick wife on top of a hectic work schedule is Ryan's worst nightmare. I'm miserable already and it's only November 30th.<br />
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Right before Thanksgiving, I took my mom and we got our nails done together. I got a gel manicure. I NEVER get manicures. Occasionally I'll get acrylic nails put on, but quickly remember that they're more hassle than they are worth and I have a huge problem paying someone to do something I can do at home by myself. However, I was there, I'd never had the gel polish on before and thought I'd try it out. Huge. Fan. It hasn't chipped or cracked at all. Love it.<br />
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Hannah can say "sister". It's absolutely precious. She will pull up my shirt and tell me "baby!" Sometimes she gets confused and pulls up her own shirt or Ryan's and says te same thing, but for the most part she gets it. As much as a one and a half year old can, I guess. What she doesn't get, however, is being easy on mommy's tummy she tries to crawl and lay and push on my stomach, which makes me just about puke. We've been correcting her since she started, but she doesn't seem to get that she has to be "ebey".<br />
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I knew Hannah was going to be a sponge at this age, but WOW! She knows the planes in the air and the trains she hears in the morning. Homegirl "knows" colors! When we ask what color something is, she doesn't always get the color right, but she will say a color. I'm not sure what age they're supposed to learn that, but I'm proud!<br />
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Yesterday, I told her we were going "bye bye" and she grabbed a sweater of hers off the coffee table and a gift bag that was also there. She held the sweater and put the bag on her arm and walked right out the door! Who needs a TV?<br />
<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-35028328467813351652012-11-05T10:37:00.000-05:002012-11-05T10:37:09.808-05:00Some random thoughts...I just heard that Disney is developing a sequel to Boy Meets World based on the life of Cory and Topanga's daughter. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I absolutely loved BMW growing up, but have any shows like this ever been worth watching?<br />
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Thanksgiving is two and a half weeks away. Um...what?!<br />
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I was so pumped up to get out my fall decorations and decorate for Halloween. Now, I can't bear to take it all down. Not because I'll miss the Halloween stuff, but because I can't put forth the energy to do it! Oops.<br />
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Hannah has been climbing for months now, but lately it's just a stupid amount of climbing. She wants to be on top of EVERYTHING. Including the side tables beside our couch and our coffee table. I literally can't keep her off stuff.<br />
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On the Night You Were Born is such a sweet book... But only the first 15 times. I've considered hiding it so I don't have to read it to her anymore. Am I a horrible mother?<br />
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Some of you know that my house been quite crazy lately. My house is a disaster area as a result. Anyone know of a cleaning fairy?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-70896638625154033002012-09-01T18:16:00.005-04:002012-09-01T18:16:58.393-04:00Zoo!Last Tuesday I took Hannah and her sweet friend Georgia Grace to the zoo with my friend Ashley and her little girl, Kinley. The girls had an absolute BLAST! Ashley & I did too. I loved giving Georgia Grace's parents a day to themselves(and their new baby boy!!!) and letting Hannah run around and play with kids her own age!<br />
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I couldn't post about our trip without posting pictures along with it, so here you go!<br />
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-13980773552116822272012-07-26T11:12:00.000-04:002012-07-26T11:12:22.384-04:00Oops!It's been ENTIRELY too long since my last post!!! Surely we're not the only ones with packed schedules every weekend of the summer..right? Someone told me while I was pregnant with Hannah that our lives would slow down once she got here. Either they were lying to me or purpose, or they are very lucky(and spend a lot less money on gasoline!) I know that I say this all the time, but we are constantly on the go! It's rare that we only have one event on our calender for the weekend(and even rarer that we have NOTHING!). I'll try to catch up as much as I can!<br />
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<u>Hannah's First Birthday</u><br />
Her party was so fun to put together & experience! We had everyone over to Ryan's parent's lake house! She got lots of presents & had tons of fun! Once we got in the car to come home, she CRASHED!!! Here are some pictures from her day:<br />
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<u>Beach</u><br />
We went to the beach a few days after Hannah's birthday. Unfortunately, our camera died as I was trying to take the first picture of the trip. Did I think to pack the charger? Of course not. We had a great time, even though it rain almost every single day. It was nice & sunshiney on the day we left though. We took Hannah out on the beach, where she promptly sat down and started shoveling sand in her mouth. We went to dinner the first night we were there and Hannah passed out, in the high chair, for the entire meal. We put a jacket under her head(she was laying on the table!) where she laid(& drooled) until we got ready to leave. Normally, I wouldn't let her sleep like this. I would've brought her into my lap or something, but since she hadn't slept the whole ride down(even though we planned our ride around her naptime!) and she'd been fussy & energized all day, I just didn't have the heart to wake her up or move her.<br />
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I have no idea what's gotten into me lately, but I've been a crafting & sewing beast lately!! I'd pinned a few dresses I like for Hannah on Pinterest and I decided that I could easily make those and packed Hannah up and off to Hobby Lobby we went for fabric. I made two things: a dress & a shirt. The shirt was my very first attempt and was supposed to be a dress. When I tried it on Hannah, I realized it was extremely short for a dress and looked back at the page that I got the tutorial from and in the picture, it is clearly a shirt. Oh well. It's cute and I like it! I was in "The Zone" and remembered that I had some Halloween fabric left over from a few projects last year and decided to break it out too and attempt an actual dress this time. I was pretty impressed with my first-time results and posted the pictures on The Facebook. I got a TON of responses! It felt so great to have someone compliment me on something I'd made! I went back to Hobby Lobby the next day and got more fabric to attempt another dress. When I posted a picture of that dress, a few friends started asking me to make dresses for their little ones! After all this, I decided "What the heck! Let's see what I can do!" I opened a shop on Etsy. It was crazy easy too!!! Should any of you want something, let me know and we can talk! I put a link on the side of the blog - you should go visit! :)<br />
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<u>Hannah learned stuff!</u><br />
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I know that this goes without saying, but Hannah is always learning new things!! It's so awesome to see her learn new skills and hear her say new words!<br />
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We use an ottoman to block off the entrance to our kitchen. She figured out that she can crawl under one of our side tables and go behind a chair and get in our kitchen. She giggled the first time she did it!! She was so proud of herself. We've since blocked off the table she uses so she wont crawl under it, but now she's just learned to climb over our ottoman. After a few falls, she also learned how to get herself down from the ottoman!<br />
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Last night she learned how to get up on our couch(and thankfully how to get down without falling once!)<br />
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She has also discovered our DVD collection. There are ALWAYS DVDs on our den floor. She doesn't care anything for them really once they are on the floor. She just wants to pull them down!!!<br />
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<u>New Foods</u><br />
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I helped out with our church's bible school a few weeks ago. While I was teaching, Hannah got to play with kids her own age(this ONLY happens when we're at church! I really need to find her more friends her own age!). They wore her out every single day!! While we were there, they gave the kids NutriGrain bars. She'd never had them before(Ryan and I don't like them so I don't keep them in the house). She fell in love!!! She'll eat two in one sitting if we let her! The weekend after bible school, I was at Sam's and bought a huge box of them!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-82400760699343097442012-05-02T10:15:00.001-04:002012-05-02T13:21:30.128-04:00Fifty Shades of GreyI absoluely LOVE to read. I love getting so wrapped up in a book that I cant wait for Hannah to nap so I can pick the book back up. I love the bittersweet moment of closing the book when the story is over. In school, I always hated having to read. Not because I didn't like it, but I don't like being forced to read something I don't find interesting. I remember having to read <u>Cold Sassy Tree</u> in early high school and I <em>loathed </em>it! Now, it's one of the books I read over and over. Along those same lines, I don't like reading books that are crazy popular. I want to pick the books I read, not society. It took me years to cave in and read the Twilight books. And I only picked te first one up to A) See what all the fuss was about and B) so that I could be involved in the conversations the women in my family were having.<br />
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Generally, if a book gets a lot of hype, I don't read it, and if I do, it's after all the hype has gone down. (I also dont buy books that have a picture from the movie on the front). <strong>The book is <em>always </em>better. </strong>I do however, go see the movie adaptation of books I've read, just to see. Last summer, the movie Something Borrowed came out. I was really anxious. This is one of my all time favorite books so seeing it in movie form, knowing what I know, made me a little scared. My only hope was that they didn't ruin it. I had high hopes, since the author, Emily Giffin, was very involved in the process. My Mom, sister, and I went and saw it the day it came out. When we got home, my Mom said "That was a cute movie!" to which I replied, "No, it wasn't." and handed her the book. They added things that didn't happen and took away details I thought were important.<br />
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Anyway, this post isn't about movie adaptations of books...<br />
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<img height="309" src="http://images1.variety.com/graphics/photos/_storypics2/fifty_shades_grey.jpg" style="height: 100%; width: 100%;" width="200" /><br />
Recently, there's been some hype over this book "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0345803485/ref=s9_pop_gw_g14_ir02/186-2301256-7180867?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=center-2&pf_rd_r=1N360E3QFXG18H8344B2&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=1263340922&pf_rd_i=507846" target="_blank">Fifty Shades of Grey</a>". People either love this book or hate it. Since it hasn't "blown up" yet, I decided the other day to check it out. Hannah was napping and I couldn't leave the house, I got on my handy iPhone and downloaded a sample of the book. It was only a few chapters, but it was enough. I was hooked. I'm not sure I liked it, but I wasn't going to put it down. I didn't like the people(the guy has crazy issues and the girl won't grow a pair and stick up for herself) and it deals with some very..I'll say 'different' ...things. So far from anything I've ever been, or care to be, exposed to. I was pretty shocked that I enjoyed the book in general(which is pretty ironic - given the story line)The book is the first in a trilogy and I always want to finish any sort of series, just to get the whole story. It's certainly a "beach read" and all that that entails. It's one of those girls only book club reads that when you meet to talk about it, you have one of those girls only parties paired with it. And I'm always up for one of those.<br />
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Anyway, I urge you all to make your own decisions about the books you choose to read. You might be surprised!<br />
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Laters, baby!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-9776187090360739832012-03-28T10:57:00.000-04:002012-03-28T10:57:55.057-04:00Untitled.We've had all kinds of craziness at our house lately. It apparently isnt' going to get much better for a while either. Weekend before last, my Mom and I went to Greenville for a consignment sale for kids. We went with my aunt and grandma(they live there). We spent the night up there and came home on Saturday. Ryan obviously had H the whole time and was a wonderful "single" parent. I came home to everything in our den covered by a blanket so H couldn't hurt herself.<br />
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Last weekend, we cleaned the house. Like, a good good deep clean. We're still not completely finished, but it's much better than it was. We had Ryan's family over Sunday for a family lunch. While we didn't "do" much, I felt so exhausted when I hauled myself to bed Sunday night.<br />
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This coming weekend we have a wedding Saturday and some friends are babysitting Hannah. I cannot wait. I'm less excited about the wedding than I am about a night out in nice clothes without a baby. I remember when we got the invitation, I told Ryan that it will be a REAL night out in nice clothes. I asked if he remembered those. He did not. Crazy how much it can all change in 10 months.<br />
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Next weekend is Easter. Ryan and I will be having both sides of our families to our house for Easter. I'm looking forward to it actually. I've never hosted a holiday before. And it's still a safe distance in time away. I decided to have my families Easter outfits coordinate this year. This was dumb, but I'm committed now. It wouldn't be such a hassle if the color I'm working with wasn't so weird.<br />
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We have something to do every single weekend from now until, what feels like, eternity.<br />
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I hate running errands with Hannah. I cannot stand it and leave them until the last possible day. Her carseat is heavy, she gets bored VERY fast, and I'd rather stay at home. I know this will not get any easier as she gets older. Sometimes I wish I had an assistant or a nanny so I could nap, or get things done. I miss having my haircut and my eyebrows waxed and pedicures. I'm fairly certain that if someone just showed up at my house and said, "I've got H, you go and let my driver take you and do what you want!" I'd get in the car and do all those things. I'd also pig out on Chick-fil-a. <br />
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I've become OBSESSED with Mad Men. I couldn't find anything to watch on TV about a week ago and found Mad Men on one of those million "On Demand" channels. I watched the last four episodes of season 4 and immediately bought Season 1. I watch it constantly now!<br />
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I think that's enough rambling for the day...Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-32599747240342476642012-03-07T16:25:00.001-05:002012-03-07T22:33:04.333-05:00Alive and wellI've been really slack in bogging lately. Oops. Oh well, I have a 9 month old.<br />
She's crawling, chewing on EVERYTHING and pulling up on everything sturdy enough to hold her(and a few things that weren't so sturdy..)<br />
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I got a little time to myself today and found this on Pintrest and wanted to share.<br />
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I have a VERY pregnant person in my life right now and I plan on doing this for her. I give YOU no choice. :) I'm very excited to meet your little girl!!!<br />
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<a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/100-ways-to-encourage-a-new-mom/">Here's</a> the link.<br />
<br />100 Ways to Praise a new Mom<br />
<ol>
<li>Fold her laundry – especially all the socks
</li>
<li>Leave immediately when the baby falls asleep so she can nap
</li>
<li>Bring chocolate
</li>
<li>Don’t tell her to call if she needs anything, just drop by and help with
everything
</li>
<li>Take the big kids out for a play date
</li>
<li>Tell her she’s a hero
</li>
<li>Bring her food in disposable dishes so she doesn’t have to deal with washing
or returning them
</li>
<li>Don’t tell her to <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html">carpe
diem</a>
</li>
<li>Cry with her
</li>
<li>Laugh with her
</li>
<li>Share details of what you love about her baby
</li>
<li>Watch <a href="http://www.hulu.com/search?query=up+all+night&st=0&fs=">Up All
Night</a> with her
</li>
<li>Don’t tidy your house before she comes over to visit – <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/2011/04/the-best-ways-not-to-help-a-new-mom/">it doesn’t help her to
think you have it all together</a>
</li>
<li>Tell her a day will come when she <em>will </em>sleep again
</li>
<li>Make her a 2am <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/100-ways-to-encourage-a-new-mom/#" id="_GPLITA_0" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTMwODU6MzU2Om51cnNpbmc6ODYxNGIzYWI4MjczMjIxNDU1NTk3YTQzZWU3YTJlZmY6ei0xMDQyLTE4MjAyOnRoZWd5cHN5bWFtYS5jb20%3D" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">nursing</a>
station on <a href="http://www.pandora.com/">Pandora</a>
</li>
<li>Email her a bunch of fun <a href="http://www.themomcreative.com/2011/08/middle-of-the-night-shopping.html">deals
links she can surf while nursing</a>
</li>
<li>Make sure she’s actually in 1 out of every 1,000 photos she’s taking</li>
<li>Take <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/2012/02/newborn-photography/">candid
pictures</a> of her in the new daily routine
</li>
<li>Bring diapers when you visit
</li>
<li><a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/100-ways-to-encourage-a-new-mom/#" id="_GPLITA_2" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTYwOTU6MTI4NzpvZmZlcjpkZDRjYTViNmZjMjMxNDhmZTczZTA0N2Q0YTdjNjFkYjp6LTEwNDItMTgyMDI6dGhlZ3lwc3ltYW1hLmNvbQ%3D%3D" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">Offer</a>
to drive her on errands and stay in the car with the baby
</li>
<li>Be honest about how hard motherhood can be
</li>
<li>Text her encouraging messages throughout the day
</li>
<li>Come over and hold the baby so she can have her arms back for a while to do
chores or cook or catch up on anything that’s driving her crazy
</li>
<li>Tell her to keep her <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/100-ways-to-encourage-a-new-mom/#" id="_GPLITA_1" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTMwNTc6MzU2OnBob25lOjgwYmFkYjY2MzQ2NGRlNTdlODdmYjg4MjVjNWZiZTFjOnotMTA0Mi0xODIwMjp0aGVneXBzeW1hbWEuY29t" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">phone</a>
on vibrate so you can call without being “that person who woke the baby.”
</li>
<li>Don’t let her become <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2011/10/for-the-days-when-you-want-to-quit-motherhood/">isolated
in the baby cocoon</a> – invite her and the baby out so she can reconnect with
friends
</li>
<li>Never expect her to show up anywhere on time
</li>
<li>Bring her lip gloss
</li>
<li>Massage her neck and shoulders
</li>
<li>Run her a hot bath
</li>
<li>Don’t imply that breast feeding should be a breezy walk in the park; let her
know it’s normal to struggle sometimes getting the hang of it
</li>
<li>If she chooses to go the bottle route, please let her do so guilt <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/100-ways-to-encourage-a-new-mom/#" id="_GPLITA_3" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTM1NjM6MTIxOmZyZWU6N2I3OGRhZmNkODM5YWM1YTBjOWE5N2RkODNkNjE3Njk6ei0xMDQyLTE4MjAyOnRoZWd5cHN5bWFtYS5jb20%3D" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">free</a>
</li>
<li>She is just discovering the hard world of mother guilt – please don’t do or
say anything to add to that burden
</li>
<li>Don’t share any horror stories related to motherhood
</li>
<li>Protect her from turning on the news in her first few weeks of being home
</li>
<li>Vacuum
</li>
<li>Bring fresh flowers
</li>
<li>Take out any dried up bouquets
</li>
<li>Paint her toe nails
</li>
<li>Tell her she’s beautiful
</li>
<li>Don’t tell her by now your kids were all sleeping through the night
</li>
<li>Especially if by “sleeping through the night” you mean from 1am to 5am.
</li>
<li>Remember that your memories of new motherhood have the romantic haze of
distance
</li>
<li>Wash her dishes without being asked
</li>
<li>If you come over for a meal, please bring the meal and then clean it all up
afterwards
</li>
<li>Let her know it’s normal to stand hunched over a sleeping baby just
listening to them breathe
</li>
<li>Anytime she is disappointed by her new figure remind her that she grew a
human being – that’s a miracle and turns out <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/2011/05/you-are-more-than-your-swim-suit/">miracles need room to
grow</a>
</li>
<li>Don’t bring over any magazines that feature celebrities in swimsuits 6 weeks
after giving birth
</li>
<li>Ask her what the one chore is around the house she wishes she could get to
and do it for her
</li>
<li>Always bring your camera when you visit
</li>
<li>Print and frame one of the zillion photos she emails of the baby; include
baby’s name and birth date </li>
<li>Bring toys/games over for the older kids when you visit
</li>
<li>Tell her it’s OK to feel like you want to <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/2011/10/for-the-days-when-you-want-to-quit-motherhood/">quit
motherhood</a> some days
</li>
<li>But tell her that Trace Adkins is right and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBDN8yWyNYU">she’s gonna miss this</a> one
day
</li>
<li>Don’t just make a hand print of the baby – make one of mom and/or dad’s too
for a fun comparison keepsake
</li>
<li>Bring her a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0034G60JM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thgyma-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0034G60JM">Memory
Keeper Box</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgyma-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0034G60JM" style="border: currentColor; margin: 0px;" width="1" /> for that hospital bracelet, first lock, or even those <a href="http://www.themomcreative.com/2011/10/31-days-storing-mementos-free-memory-keeper.html">first
few pairs of shoes or favorite toys</a>
</li>
<li>If she has to go back to work, assure her God will be watching over that
precious baby. She is brave if she gets up <a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/31-15.htm">while it is still dark to provide</a>
for her family
</li>
<li>Tell her <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/2011/05/why-motherhood-should-not-be-graded-on-a-curve/">pizza covers
all the food groups</a>
</li>
<li>Hold the baby so she can get a shower
</li>
<li>Bring over the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00364K6YW/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thgyma-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00364K6YW">Pride
and Prejudice (BBC Series)</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgyma-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00364K6YW" width="1" /> boxed set for all those dinner {for the baby} and a movie {for
her} months
</li>
<li>Ask her which baby items she still needs – get her those instead of the cute
clothes you have your eye on
</li>
<li>Assure her you understand that while she <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/2011/03/its-true-what-they-say-about-childbirth-and-then-some/">might
know that she’s walking on holy ground</a>, that doesn’t mean she won’t still
feel irritated how often that ground is strewn with cracker crumbs and
yesterday’s socks
</li>
<li>Admit motherhood is one of the hardest things you’ve ever done
</li>
<li>Go ahead and quote that goodie-but-oldie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0186894/quotes?qt=qt0157491">“It’s not brave
if you’re not scared.” </a>{Thank you Ben Affleck}
</li>
<li>Warn her everyone will have an opinion on how she mothers but at the end of
the day, hers is the only one that matters
</li>
<li>Assure her <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2011/05/why-motherhood-should-not-be-graded-on-a-curve/">motherhood
is not graded</a>; some days just surviving is victory enough
</li>
<li>Tell her that drive-throughs are the best friends of
mothers-with-sleeping-babies everywhere
</li>
<li>Keep a pack of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0039Z7MCM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thgyma-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0039Z7MCM">Thank
You Cards</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgyma-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0039Z7MCM" style="border: currentColor; margin: 0px;" width="1" /> handy in case she freaks out late one night that she hasn’t
thanked anyone for all the meals</li>
<li><em>Never </em>expect a thank you card from a sleep deprived new mom
</li>
<li>Tell her <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2011/07/the-only-way-to-make-it-through-most-days/">there
is no such thing as “doing it all.”</a> And especially no such thing as “doing
it all perfectly.”
</li>
<li>Reassure her that sometimes the love and happiness in a home is directly
proportional to the mess.
</li>
<li>Send a special prayer, encouragement or blessing addressed to the baby via
snail mail
</li>
<li>Turn the music up and dance with her and the baby
</li>
<li>Suggest that the greatest Pandora station for soothing baby music that mama
can also love has to be “Winter Song” by Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles
</li>
<li>Take her (and the baby) for a walk
</li>
<li>Stock her fridge with necessities anytime you come over – like milk, bread,
eggs, yogurt, ice cream etc – in case she isn’t up for grocery shopping
</li>
<li>Watch the baby for her while she goes grocery shopping
</li>
<li>Suggest she spend 15 extra minutes just reading in the magazine aisle
</li>
<li>Tell her it’s normal to be be <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2012/02/2011/03/how-do-i-love-thee/">smitten with newborn love one minute</a>
and weeping with tired the next
</li>
<li>Encourage her that a content household is <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2011/07/the-only-way-to-make-it-through-most-days/">rarely
ever a perfect one</a>
</li>
<li>Remember to <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2011/08/why-you-should-be-kind-to-the-mom-on-your-flight/">always
be kind to the mom on your flight</a>
</li>
<li>Bring a goodie bag over for the new mom and not just the baby when you come
to visit
</li>
<li>If you’re too far to bring over a meal, tell her dinner from her favorite
delivery place is on you
</li>
<li>Tell her there’s no shame in cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner
</li>
<li>Make up midnight snacks for her to grab when she’s up feeding the baby
</li>
<li>Tell her not every photo needs to be perfect – sometimes the closer to real
life, the better</li>
<li>Give her the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0399523308/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thgyma-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0399523308">The
Girlfriends’ Guide to Surviving the First Year of Motherhood</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgyma-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0399523308" style="border: currentColor; margin: 0px;" width="1" /> for when she needs to laugh
</li>
<li>Give her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0310255961/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thgyma-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0310255961">Devotions
for Sacred Parenting: A Year of Weekly Devotions for Parents</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thgyma-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0310255961" style="border: currentColor; margin: 0px;" width="1" /> for when she needs to be inspired
</li>
<li>Tell her matching socks are highly overrated
</li>
<li>Wash the baby bottles for her
</li>
<li>Tell her not to sweat store bought baby food, disposable diapers or
pacifiers<br />- whatever works, works
</li>
<li>Reassure her that perfect is merely a street sign at the intersection of
impossible and frustration in Never Never land
</li>
<li>Tell her <a href="http://thegypsymama.com/2011/04/five-minute-friday-the-hard-love/">motherhood
should come with a super hero cape</a>, a really cute one with sparkles
</li>
<li>Buy her sparkly nail polish
</li>
<li>Tell her not to sweat everything Pinterest tells her she should be doing,
baking, making and crafting for the baby
</li>
<li>Encourage her to embrace PJ days – even if they last for weeks
</li>
<li>Encourage her also to go spend two glorious hours at the hair dresser while
you watch the baby
</li>
<li>Tell her about all the women who did all these things for you
</li>
<li>Assure her that just passing along the encouragement one day is thank you
enough
</li>
<li>Remind her it’s the ordinary days that make the extraordinary memories
</li>
<li>Promise her it will just keep getting better</li>
</ol>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-30604277048786755632012-01-12T14:59:00.001-05:002012-01-12T15:04:51.751-05:00Time to Get RealI read this <a href="http://thesearchfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/straight-up-now-tell-me.html">blog</a> today. Moms lie. They lie about how clean their house is. They lie about what their child can/can't do. They lie about all kinds of things to save face. It's ridiculous. I hate lying. I can't stand doing it, and I loathe being lied to. Why has lying become so essential in our lives? It's time to get real.<br />
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I'm a stay-at-home mom. I love it. It's tough, don't get me wrong. It's certainly not the hardest job in the world, but I feel like it's the most important. When people ask me if I work, I tell them no. I lie. Truth is, I <em>do </em>work. I'm raising a child. I'm keeping the house. I'm doing laundry. I'm cooking. I'm being a wife.<br />
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A few months ago, Ryan and I got in a really big fight. When he would come home, He would plop down on the couch, eat dinner and then promptly fall asleep. On the couch. I fixed dinner, I took care of Hannah and I would be still trying to get things done around the house. Ryan would also get upset when he wasn't getting any attention when <em>I</em> put Hannah to bed. I WAS/AM TIRED! I told Ryan that he leaves work everyday, he's off work. He doesn't have to deal with work things once he leaves work. I work 24/7. I never get to "clock out". When Hannah wakes up, it's ME who has to go get her and figure out what's wrong. When laundry has to be done, it's ME who's in charge of getting clean clothes in the closet & dresser. When we need groceries, it's ME who has to shlep out to the store. He finally got it and pitches in a lot more, but that's not the point(Nor is this post about what Ryan does/does not do). The point is, women, especially Moms(working or "not") have a lot going on. <br />
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I'm very blessed to have a husband who doesn't expect to come home everyday to a spotless house, Hannah fed & happy, dinner on the table waiting, and me, waiting for him with a beer and slippers. This is not the 50's and this isn't Pleasentville. Things are never perfect. God bless those women who have houses where they need no warning for people to pop in and spotless children. Please tell me where you find the time to get it all done. <br />
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Please do not show up to my house unexpected. Please let me straighten up & shut a few doors first. I'll probably need to change out of my nightclothes, because I haven't had time to change yet and brush the teeth I haven't had time to brush yet.<br />
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When you're a stay-at-home Mom, there are things that are expected of you. You're expected to have more time to get all kinds of errands done, you're expected to have an always clean house. You're expected to have a gorgeous cooked meal on the table every night. You're expected to <em>That Mom.</em> We're expected to be the Bree VanDeCamps of the<em> </em>world. That's not real life. What's real life is not having more time to run errands, because I'm not about to take my kid to the grocery store, post office, or wherever during her naptime or when she's been in a horrible mood all day. What's real life is that gorgeous cooked meal on the table every night, is actually fast food Ryan picked up on the way home. What's real life is, that "spotless house" actually looks like this...<br />
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Everyone has those perfect, get-everything-done days. There are (more often than not) days where I cook meals that we both love. There are plenty of days where my house is clean. There are plenty of days where I don't have any errands to run because I've done them all.<br />
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So there it is y'all. A mom's dirty little secret. The house isn't spotless, we're probably ordering dinner tonight, and I've yet to shower today.And you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm not perfect and neither are you. I'm happy. I've got a happy child. Ryan and I are happily married. I've got a wonderful Heavenly Father who's taking me to Heaven. Nothing else matters.<br />
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P.S. When Hannah naps, I take atleast an hour to myself. I watch Friends. I don't do anything I don't WANT to do. Sometimes that means folding clothes during commercials. Sometimes that means showering. Sometimes that means laying on the couch with some Ben & Jerry's. And you know what? That's ok.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-61922164436069485582012-01-02T00:06:00.000-05:002012-01-02T00:06:12.854-05:00"Fireproof doesn't mean a fire will never come, but that when it does, you'll be able to withstand it"<div style="text-align: center;">
If you have never seen the movie Fireproof, stop reading this right now and go watch it. If you're married, watch it with your spouse. (And I'll buy y'all some salt & pepper shakers afterwards.. ;) )</div>
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<a href="http://fireproofmymarriage.com/">http://fireproofmymarriage.com/</a><br />
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"Love is a shelter in a raging storm</div>
Love is peace in the middle of a war<br />
And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door<br />
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for"<br />
"Love is not a fight" by Warren Barfield<br />
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<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-74478171917594584902011-12-31T04:46:00.000-05:002011-12-31T04:46:23.223-05:00Lauren..The Handy "Man"I want to preface this blog with this explaination for those of you who don't know me as well as others..I don't consider myself a particularly "handy" girl, but I'm certainly not helpless. In my family, when something(like chairs, a table, etc.) needs to be put together, I'm the one that gets called. I put together all the furniture for my cousin's nursery. I also put together my aunt's table and chairs plus countless other things. However, anything electrical I leave for Ryan.<br />
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For Christmas, Ryan bought "me" some chairs for our kitchen table. We've been using wooden fold out chairs. They're better than the metal ones and they actually look nice, but they're still, after all, folding chairs. When we got our table, the seating made to match it were benches and it's just wasn't a practical choice for us. We decided to find some other seating that would look nice. That was 3 years ago. Anyway, I decided that that's what I wanted for Christmas and started looking online and in stores. I found a set of 4 chairs on Overstock for $134 with no shipping. By far the best deal I could find. I ordered them on the 28th and they were on my porch by 10 AM yesterday(30th)! I got the 65lb box in the house and set it down. When I opened it up I immediately realized that this was not going to be a one person job between putting the chairs together and keeping Hannah happy, fed and occupied. My Mom came over and we got to work. An HOUR later, we had one chair finished. ONE. It was absolutely miserable. I won't bore you with a play-by-play, but 3 hours later, all four chairs were done and in their place at the table. At about the 2-hour mark, I was convincing myself that we didn't need the chairs and we'd just get by standing at the table.<br />
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So, after I got the chairs finished, I fed Hannah and pulled out the programmable thermostat that Ryan got for Christmas. We needed this desperately. Ryan's always pretty tired when he gets home, so I thought I'd install it and surprise him. I mean, after putting together the chairs, how hard could it really be? I get it installed without a problem at all. I was really impressed with myself. I got everything wired up and set up. When Ryan got home, and told and showed Ryan what I'd done, but asked him to open it back up and make sure I wired everything correctly. It had been 75 degrees in our house since I set it up so I figured I'd done something wrong. Apparently, I didn't tighten the wires down so it wasn't really doing anything for us.(I didn't know this was a necessary step) Ryan got everyting tightened and a got a pat on the back and a "Good job". A few hours later, the house still wasn't getting cooled down. I bumped the temp down a few degrees trying to jump start it and went to bed. Fast forward to me, laying miserably hot in bed at 3 AM. The heat woke me up. I got up and went step-by-step reprogramming the thermostat. Finally, an hour later the house was slowly cooling off and I know way more about our thermostat than I really need to. And still wide awake..at 4:45 AM<br />
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And so ends the tale of my day as a handy "man". A hat I hope I don't have to put back on for a while...Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-816708789057813592011-12-14T18:27:00.000-05:002011-12-14T18:27:56.687-05:00Ladies and their clothesFirst, let me say that this post isnot directed at any one person, but, rather, a group of women. Women who wear clothes that are too small for them.<br />
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I do not claim to be the most fashion forward girl on the planet, but I like to think that I know what looks good and what looks bad. People come to me for fashion advice(which is the leg I'm using to stand on here).<br />
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Now, ladies, when you try to squeeze yourself into a size small shirt, when you actually wear a medium or large makes you look WAY bigger than you actually are. The same goes for pants. If you go up a size(or two) and wear the size that's meant for you, it will make you look smaller! Nobody sees the tag but you!!!<br />
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It's like they say about weight, don't pay attention to the number on the scale, pay attention to how you look and feel!!! The same goes for your clothes(ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES), don't pay attention to the size, pay attention to how it looks on you and makes you feel.<br />
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That is all.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-22794253906885575942011-12-05T21:53:00.002-05:002011-12-06T06:23:29.104-05:00Which One Are You?Does anyone watch Modern Family? I was watching this past Thursday's episode from our trusty DVR and there was a quote at the end that I wanted to share! <br />
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"There are dreamers and there are realists in this world, you think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. See the dreamers need the realists to keep the dreamers from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists? Well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground."Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-39149244640730094702011-12-01T10:04:00.000-05:002011-12-01T10:04:40.207-05:00Teething and other random happeningsHannah TWO teeth! We're very excited about it, but the little girl that resides in my house currently, is NOT the little girl we all know and love. Atleast not with me anyway. I'm convinced that I am her least favorite person in the whole world and she only puts up with me because I feed her. She wont even smile at me when I go get her out of her crib in the morning. I'm a little sad about it. No, I take that back. I'm VERY sad about it. Teething Hannah doesn't seem to like any of the things she liked before. Her bouncer keeps her busy for about 10 minutes, where before, she'd spend HOURS in it if we'd let her! Her swing does her no good. I'm ready to have MY little girl back!<br />
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Our doctor told me to start introduce Hannah to a sippy cup. She's 6 months old. She wont drink out of a bottle if it doesnt have a 'slow' nipple on it(not that we haven't tried countless times!) Is this weird?<br />
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Have any of you seen the Account Now commercial? I tried to look it up on YouTube, but couldn't find the one I wanted to talk about. In the commercial, there's a line that bothers me. "Before Account Now, payday was such a hassle." Really? A hassle? If getting paid is too much of a hassle for you, send your paycheck this way, it wont be a hassle for me!<br />
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We FINALLY have a washing machine that works! We had to take our washer back to Lowes and they gave us a store credit that we used to buy a brand new washer. While we were sitting in the Customer Service section of Lowes on #6, one of the women that works there asked me how old Hannah was. I told her she was 6 months old. Her response: "WOW! SHE'S FAT!" Then she proceeds to come out from behind the counter and starts getting in Hannah's face and mashing on her cheeks. I was so astonished/appaled that I couldn't even say anything to her! I was literally frozen where I stood. I know what my kid looks like. She's not the smallest baby ever, but she's certainly not fat. Do people really think it's ok to call babies fat? And why on God's green Earth do people think it's ok to touch and get in the face of a baby THEY DON'T KNOW?! <br />
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They just released the "Top 10 Baby Names of 2011". Hannah is #19(I found an extended list <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/popularBabyNames.htm?year=2011">here</a>.) Am I the only mom who doesn't want to see my kid's name on a list like this?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-84117225712333421922011-11-15T23:00:00.000-05:002011-11-15T23:00:28.314-05:00We're Alive... I Promise!Life in the Shumpert household has been crazy the past month and I haven't had much time to blog. Here's our updates!<br />
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Our washing machine is still out - kind of. After a month of being broken, we finally got in "fixed". I was overjoyed and didn't even wait for the repairman to be out of my driveway before I put a load of clothes in! TWO days later, it quit again and it's a complete toss up now when I go to turn the thing on. It's getting ridiculous. <br />
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I'm having a cookie exchange on December 10th. I'm REALLY excited about it and cannot wait to have everyone over! (I'm also using the party as an excuse to be on Pintrest more!) I'm sending the very cute invites out this week!<br />
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We had Hannah's 6-month pictures taken last week. The sneak peek we've seen is awesome and I can't wait to see all of the pictures!!! She turns 6 months old on November 26th. I can't believe Ryan and I have been parents for almost half a year!!! <br />
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Can you all believe that Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK? Where on Earth did the time go? Have you all started Christmas shopping yet?<br />
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I want to get Hannah some toys for Christmas. When we're in a store, I'll take her to the baby toy aisle and let her see and play with some of the toys to see if she likes them. She NEVER does. Are all babies like this or is my child just <em>that </em>picky about her toys?<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-82092357317674739942011-10-04T11:25:00.000-04:002011-10-04T11:25:31.376-04:00Our Wonderful PhotographerI absolutely ADORE our photographer. Her name is Jamie Dodson. The name of her buisness is Lulo's Photography. She's so nice, so good to us, she's wonderful with Hannah, she rolls with Ryan's punches, and most importantly, she does AMAZING work.<br />
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We're doing a year-long photoshoot with her. We started with a maternity shoot and got some great shots.<br />
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At this point, we've been hooked up to our neighbor's well for a week and Ryan called a company his family works with to come and fix our problem and they will be there the next day. We were having family over for dinner and to watch Survivor this particular Wednesday, so Ryan got my dad and my uncle to help him pull the pump out(Ryan hates having to pay someone to do something he can do)themselves. Unfortunately, when the guys had to pump half up, the pipe breaks, sending the pump and half our pipe plumetting to the bottom of the well. How lucky are we? We decide to go to my parent's house that night and spend the night and get a nice shower. You know, one that has actual pressure. <br />
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Currently, it's been 2 weeks since we lost water. We've returned the pump we bought(it was bad) and gotten a new one, bought, and returned a control panel for the pump(The well people told us to get one, then realized we didn't need it) and we finally got water Sunday night. <br />
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This has been the longest 2 weeks I've had in a long time! I hope noone has the same problems with their well that we've had. Now, I know that it's a longer blog of almost nonesense, but I hope that someone benefits from my rambling. Trust me, it's a lot of money to get someone out to fix the well problem, but trust me, it's a lot less stress!!<br />
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P.S. To top this whole saga off, I went to start a load of laundry yesterday morning and our washing machine won't turn on.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-75953810653963156422011-09-19T12:36:00.000-04:002011-09-19T12:36:45.237-04:00Taking the message to the people<img id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/212669262_wMBhUxkq_c.jpg" /><br />
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In the spirit of "being the change"...let's conference.<br />
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I really need people to learn how to work on 4-way stop. They're really not <em>that</em> hard to master. The order in which the cars stop, that's the order in which the cars go through the intersection. Why is this so hard for people?<br />
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I like to think that I'm a "real" person. I don't put on airs for anyone, or whatever the phrase is. If you read my blog and then have a conversation with me on the street, you'll see that it's all the same. I don't use the "good china" when you're at my house (that's for holidays - you coming over does not qualify as a holiday). If you show up to my house, I promise that it looks exactly like it did yesterday, just a little cleaner. The table actually does stay halfway set (there are plates with napkins in napkin rings) because Ryan and I don't eat at the table. We eat on the couch so we can interact with Hannah more, plus our couch is comfy. People that change the way they look, the way their house is decorated (with the exception of holidays), the way they talk, bug the absolute snot out of me. Stop it. Be real, you're not fooling anyone.<br />
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I realize that this next little rant is going to probably offend some people, but I just don't get it.<br />
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Dirt bike - DIRT<br />
Motorcycle - ROAD<br />
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Explain (please!) why people use dirt bikes as a form of transportation on the road. It seems like they're trying to make them seem like motorcycles. They're not, really, they're made for riding on dirt. I just don't understand why, if you want to be on the road, you don't just go buy a motorcycle and stop playing charades.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'm loving..</strong> that Thursday, Ryan, Hannah, and I are going to the new San Jose. Finally!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'm loving..</strong>that Ryan & I are going to do a small group through our church!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'm loving.. </strong>that Hannah slept all night last night & is just now waking up - that's a whole 12 hours ladies and gentlemen!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'm loving..</strong>being a stay-at-home Mom. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I'm loving..</strong>that I'm learning how to applique!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Since this will be Hannah's first beach trip, is there anything I should know/make sure to take?<br />
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I know she's too young for sunscreen, so she has a hat, but that can only do so much. Did anyone buy one of those tents? How did they work? Are they worth the money?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-44595162700621547942011-08-11T17:20:00.001-04:002011-08-11T17:25:20.244-04:00It's OK!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.brunchwithamber.com/" title="Its Ok Thursdays"><img alt="Its Ok Thursdays" src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns/Buttons/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div align="center">...to use just about any excuse you can think of not to have to cook dinner</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">...to put off folding/putting away clean clothes until you need that seat of the couch or are getting in the bed</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">...to be a fan of Carolina football, but not be so happy about tailgating at every home game</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...to wear a t-shirt everyday</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">...to want to tell every married woman you know about the book I just read</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-13708032911287061032011-08-08T12:59:00.000-04:002011-08-08T12:59:22.939-04:00Oh what fun!So much has happened since I blogged last!!<br />
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1. Hannah went & got her 2 month check up and got shots. She was less than thrilled. Shots are NOT our friends! She weighs 11 pounds and 1 ounce(that's 4 pounds more than when she was born!) and is 22 1/2 inches long(she grew an inch).<br />
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2. We moved my little sister to Charleston! I'm sure it won't really sink in until next summer when she won't come home!<br />
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3. We let some friends babysit Hannah and Ryan and I went to Brew at the Zoo with my family. It POURED down rain, but we had so much fun! Here's a picture, please ignore the fact that we all looked like wet rats...<br />
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4. Ryan and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary!!! We went to dinner & then came home and put on PJs and watched a movie on the couch with our little family! We also bought a new washing machine (for those of you that really know us, you know what an exciting thing this is!!) I can't believe it's been a whole year!! Here are a few pictures from our wonderful day..<br />
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-88946769580906698122011-07-25T12:29:00.001-04:002011-07-25T12:39:44.620-04:00Running<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"><strong>Forrest Gump</strong></a>: That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.<br />
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I used to run.<br />
I used to LOVE to run.<br />
I used to run all the time.<br />
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Now, I never run. I really miss it. I don't think I've been out running in probably a year. I used to run in my parent's neighborhood because I didn't have to go anywhere except out my front door. Where I live now isn't anywhere I want to run. AT ALL. It's a dirt road and very very sandy. Plus, it's not very stroller friendly. Which brings me to my next point...<br />
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I know you don't HAVE to get a jogging stroller, but our <a href="http://www.chiccousa.com/gear/travel-systems/cortina-30lb-systems/travel-systems-30-adventure.aspx">stroller</a> isn't one I think I want to run with(however, we absolutely LOVE our stroller so if you're in the market for one, take a look at them!). So, for you runners out there with jogging strollers or whatever, do you have any suggestions as to what I should be looking for?<br />
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Anyone else want to start running?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03206739228481566774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821818956424281411.post-18321193446383637262011-07-22T10:55:00.001-04:002011-07-22T10:55:15.420-04:00Bittersweet.Things are wonderful in Shumpert-land. <br />
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Ryan is done moving portables in Charleston so we get to see him more than just on the weekends, vacation is paid for and we leave in a few short weeks, our house is almost fully painted & decorated, our 1 year wedding anniversary is just around the corner, I'm hosting a *girls-only* party very soon and I cannot wait(you are all very much welcome to come, you can message me and I'll get you all the details), Hannah is growing & is starting to babble, and JP is still on The Bachelorette.<br />
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I am so thankful for the blessings God has given Ryan and me. Not just lately, but every single one of them ever. And also, not just us, but to our friends and family.<br />
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Sadly, everything is not so wonderful in a few friends' lives currently. And for those dear friends & acquaintances, I share this with you:<br />
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The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast<br />
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I hope that no matter what is going on in each of your lives right now, good or bad, that you look to see Him in everything that happens. <br />
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Here are some pictures!<br />
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