tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12201764061263841522024-03-05T09:24:18.751-07:00Making Over MumIf you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree. ~Jim RohnLivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-9161130141150344902014-01-26T20:02:00.004-07:002014-01-26T20:02:44.694-07:00A fresh startAs you may have guessed, I'm not really sure what I want from this blog anymore.<br />
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I've decided to start fresh and if you are interested feel free to click over <a href="http://www.livreverie.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">here</a>. I would like to make my new blog more of a lifestyle type and I just figured it might be easiest to start over with a new space.<br />
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Oh, and I'm expecting number three in May. A boy. It was definitely a shocker for us and I'm a bit scared as I feel like I had girls figured out. We are so excited.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-81818329345352074922013-04-20T09:56:00.000-06:002013-04-20T09:57:45.541-06:00A push-up updateJust a quick post to check in on my progress with the <a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/index.html#sthash.e2vIzEKw.dpbs" target="_blank">100 push-up program</a>.<br />
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I have finally completed the first two weeks of the program. I repeated a ton of days until I felt comfortable doing them. After finishing the first two weeks it is time to do another test to see where you are at. This time I managed to do eleven push-ups. That is a huge improvement from the two I was able to complete initially, so I am happy with the program and my progress. <br />
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I fell short of the sixteen I needed to move on to week three, but I am starting at day one, but with the initial test score of eleven, which already includes more push-ups than I was doing in track one. I am sure I will be able to do the minimum sixteen push-ups when I complete the next two weeks of the program (not necessarily in two weeks real time as I repeat lots of days). <br />
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Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-55899394322162316282013-04-02T12:46:00.000-06:002013-04-02T12:46:11.387-06:00twenty-seven dresses...I don't know about you, but I am somewhat of a clothing hoarder. I outgrow clothing and then hold on to it because I plan to fit into it again.<br />
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This results in an over-packed closet full of clothing, with nothing to wear ever. When I last <a href="http://makingovermum.blogspot.ca/2011/02/cleaning-out-my-closet.html" target="_blank">organized my closet</a> at the beginning of my weight-loss after Laney, I found it so much easier to deal with everything. Actually moving out the too-small clothing made it more motivating for me to lose weight.<br />
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I went and added clothing to the closet as I grew smaller, but I left the bigger clothing in, knowing that I was soon planning on getting pregnant. That was a mistake. I should have gotten rid of the bigger stuff and planned on only maternity clothing for my pregnancy. Leaving the bigger items in my closet made it too easy to allow myself to gain weight throughout my pregnancy with Neve and embarrassingly, more after. I think I would have thought twice if I had to go out and purchase larger clothing instead of simply pulling it out of my closet.<br />
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So, I am cleaning out my closet again. And, this time I am getting rid of clothing as they become too big.<br />
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Which, brings me to the fun way I would like to document my weight loss. I have a gazillion formal dresses, fourteen if we are going to be exact. They represent high school, family and friends' weddings, college to the present time. So, in other words they start out small and gradually get bigger.<br />
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I thought a fun motivator for me would be for me to work my way backwards through these dresses and then let them go. Either altering them to fit me at a healthy weight, or getting them out of my house forever (except my wedding dress). <br />
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Here's the first dress on the chopping block. Stay tuned.<br />
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Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-87723897890396893312013-03-26T11:55:00.000-06:002013-03-26T11:58:52.743-06:00Back to basicsI can't believe that it was almost three years ago that I <a href="http://makingovermum.blogspot.ca/2010/07/humbling-experience.html" target="_blank">attempted to train for 100 push-ups</a>. That just shows how it is all well and good to have goals, but if you don't actually stick with them you end up further down the road with nothing changed. Ok, that isn't to say that I made zero progress, because looking back, I couldn't do a single push-up. And I did get close to my weight goal before getting pregnant again.<br />
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But... I am pretty much back where I started. I am not giving up, however.<br />
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I may struggle, I may temporarily give up, but I will keep trying again,<br />
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I did the <a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/test.html#sthash.fP2hadOC.dpbs" target="_blank">initial test</a> this time and thankfully I managed two push-ups. I am now up to 22 push-ups in five reps. I totally recommend this <a href="http://www.hundredpushups.com/index.html#sthash.yTXborJf.dpbs" target="_blank">program</a>, you guys. It is amazing how quickly improvement takes place.<br />
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I've been looking at a few basic fitness tests so that I have a standard both to compare my progress with and to aspire to. I will show you which one I plan to use soon.<span id="goog_682805356"></span><span id="goog_682805357"></span> Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-18071995957975243782013-03-19T13:52:00.000-06:002013-03-26T12:15:02.644-06:00Undoing the anxiety also known as How to stop the panic attacks After I wrote the <a href="http://makingovermum.blogspot.ca/2013/01/panic.html" target="_blank">last post</a> coming out as a sufferer of panic attacks, I was not in a good place. I spent the next week with some of the worst panic attacks I have had to date. I felt for periods of time that I was constantly on the verge of another one.<br />
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Since then, I have not had any full-on panic attacks, just one minor attack that ended rather quickly.<br />
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How did they stop?<br />
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1. I let go and let God.<br />
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I confessed my feelings of always needing to control situations to God. I asked forgiveness and spent time reading the Bible and praying. I felt very strongly that God was telling me, "He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion." I felt peace. I knew that no matter how and no matter what, God is in control.<br />
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There was something about God's peace that told me that even if I should suffer more panic attacks that everything is well and that God is in control. It had given me the freedom to just let go when I feel an attack coming. I just say to the panic, "go ahead. Do your worst," and I pray. It is such a freeing feeling that the panic attacks have not fully panned out.<br />
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This one has been key for me. I noticed that nearly all of my panic attacks were occurring in the middle of the night, usually when I'd gone to bed too late.<br />
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I'm guessing that this issue isn't over for me. What is over is the terrifying fear that comes with with the panic attacks. God is in control and he offers peace to us that surpasses all understanding. I just have to accept it.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-59199304639647850832013-03-18T15:51:00.000-06:002013-03-18T15:52:48.153-06:00Liv is Back...AlrightWhat is the point of this blog anyways?<br />
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I wanted to use it as a tool to hold myself accountable to the changes I wanted to make in my life. Changes I still want to make, with added ones along the way.<br />
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Somewhere along the line, I started reading other blogs and I lost my own vision for this blog. Of course I should be sharing pictures of my children and documenting their lives, or so I thought. So, instead of using this space to challenge myself to change for the better, I started using it as a place to scrapbook Laney's activities. And then I kind of just stopped.<br />
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I want to capture memories of my children growing up, but lately, I have been plagued with questions about whether or not I want that information online. I have started the process of creating photo books to document their lives and I would like to claim this space for me. That is not to say that I will never share about them or put any photos up, but I would like to keep their stories mainly to themselves as I can't take back anything I put out there about them.<br />
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Also, I need this space for <i>me.</i> Everything about my life is so heavily entrenched in my children, even my own identity. And, I'm going crazy. Not because of them, but because I am not taking care of myself properly. I love my kids. Therefore, I need to be the best person I can be so that I can be the best mother to them.<br />
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So rather than publish another list showing all my crazy goals, I've decided to start slow.<br />
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P.S. I do plan do give an update soon on my anxiety and panic attacks.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-8638228115190291262013-01-14T15:55:00.002-07:002013-01-14T16:22:26.481-07:00PanicI don't even know where to begin.<br />
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I am having panic attacks. Real ones.<br />
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I have to go back in time a little bit to explain.<br />
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I got pregnant again immediately after my miscarriage last fall. I was determined not to stress and to avoid worry during this pregnancy. I thought I was doing OK at it too.<br />
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I was almost ten weeks along and we were visiting friends in another town.<br />
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I started spotting. It was exactly how my previous two miscarriages had begun. I was devastated, but determined not to tell anyone and just to act normal. I was exhausted and went to bed with Laney on the floor in their extra room. I prayed and went to sleep.<br />
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I woke up in a panic. I couldn't breathe. The harder I tried the worse it got. I called out for Mike and he came running in. I told him to get an ambulance. Then I told him to wait. It is so hard to describe, but I thought I was dying. Mike and I drove to the hospital. The doctor thought I might have passed a blood clot. I was booked in for an ultrasound the next morning.<br />
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The ultrasound technologist offered to quickly see if we could spot the baby before checking my legs for clots. Seeing that little heart flicker was one of the best moments of my life. Everything was fine. I had a blood clot behind the placenta which didn't go on to cause any further problems with the pregnancy.<br />
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I didn't recognize that event for what it was at the time. I have probably had at least a dozen of those episodes, throughout my last pregnancy and up until now. I did go in to the hospital another time and the doctor told me that these are panic attacks. They come out of nowhere, often when I am not even feeling anxious. The last straw was one I had last week. I was visiting with my sister helping her with some stuff and BAM-out of the blue, I can't breathe.<br />
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Fear is the problem. I let it get a foothold in my life.<br />
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I am done with fear.<br />
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I will get through this.<br />
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I have to. These little ones need me.<br />
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<br />Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-85676006041547013072012-08-21T15:29:00.001-06:002013-03-19T13:57:37.627-06:00Here she isI need to write down all the details so that her birth doesn't become all muddled in with Laney's. We are all healthy and my little GIRL arrived at the end of June! It was love. We said right from the start that we thought it was a girl, although, I was thrown off at the end by an ultrasound tech who said "lil fella" so I thought boy for the last two weeks.<br />
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Introducing,<br />
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Neve<br />
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I must say that I was terrified of going from one to two, but this hasn't seemed like too bad an adjustment at all. Maybe having a colicky first baby is a good thing because Neve's fussiness is no problem so far.<br />
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Laney is in love. It was a bit of an adjustment at first, but she has done great. She is so protective and sometimes tries to keep other people away from her.<br />
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I almost never put Neve down. I remember how quickly time flew with Laney so I have let a lot of things slide around the house. Housework will wait for me. Thank goodness for my moby wrap so I can hold her and play with Laney.<br />
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Oh, and since I barely ever post, we get to skip right ahead to the smiles. Neve smiled exactly at one month which is way earlier than her big sister.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">* Just an update, I've decided I don't want to use my kids' proper names on here so I've decided to call them by their nicknames on the blog instead.</div>Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-11177601742012092962012-06-26T11:50:00.000-06:002012-06-26T11:50:14.701-06:00Come on labourWhen I was pregnant with Laney I was attending school full time. I wasn't ready when she arrived at 37 weeks and 3 days. I didn't have that "I'm so done with pregnancy moment" that I've heard so many mums talk about.<br />
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I assumed I'd probably be a little early with this one since they say you usually are earlier with each one.<br />
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Well this is me today at 39 weeks and 3 days.<br />
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The nursery is ready. I'm ready. Oh and my first little one broke her leg two weeks ago (buckle fracture) and she's walking again now.<br />
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I'm so ready to meet this little one.<br />
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Oh and this little one was supposed to be a surprise but the doctor sent me for an ultrasound last week and made a slip-up. She corrected herself but I'm pretty sure I know what the baby is now. It has made this past week extremely hard to not tell Mike or anyone else since I still want him to be surprised.<br />
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Here's hoping for baby soonLivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-21746955217687437512012-05-24T13:54:00.001-06:002012-05-24T13:54:29.534-06:00Guess What?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well I had a post all written when I was once again six weeks pregnant. I'm a little further along than that now. I am 35 weeks to be precise.<br />
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This pregnancy is almost identical to my pregnancy with Laney. I got pregnant the first cycle after miscarriage, which seems to be the only way for me to carry the baby. There was one major difference, however, I almost lost this one too. I had a threatened miscarriage at 9 weeks and I was sure it was over. When I saw that beating heart on the ultrasound I couldn't believe it. It turns out that I had a blood clot behind the placenta.<br />
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We don't know if it is a boy or a girl but we are so excited as my due date gets closer.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-86560717084552996912011-09-01T20:34:00.000-06:002011-09-01T20:34:43.697-06:00A lesson in mathI don't take very much comfort in the statistics anymore.<br />
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When I lost my first baby, the doctors all told me that statistically I would probably never have another miscarriage. Thankfully, I had Laney with my next pregnancy, but I still didn't assume I would be in the clear. My own mother had three miscarriages. I'm already doing worse than her considering how she had child, miscarriage, child, for her first three pregnancies. I'm sitting at miscarriage, child, miscarriage.<br />
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This is why it is important to not put faith into statistics. Now that I've come up on the wrong side of statistics again, I'm reminded that I put my faith in a God who doesn't rely on drawing straws to decide our fate.<br />
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I'm going to throw myself into the next pregnancy with every fibre of my being. Mike says we need to celebrate every day of our babies' lives. I don't know how my heart will take it. I am managing this time because I kept myself detached. But, I'm done with statistics.<br />
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Poor Laney. "Mummy sad," and "Mummy crying" aren't phrases I want to become commonplace.<br />
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Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-39338804561079088822011-08-28T13:54:00.000-06:002011-08-28T13:54:12.054-06:00MiscarriageKind of kicking myself for not waiting an extra day to announce my pregnancy. Anyways, to keep it short and simple for now, I am losing this baby. I will write about it when I feel up to it.<br />
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I am doing well and looking forward to moving on. I'm glad I have Laney to snuggle up with since I will never get to hold this little one.<br />
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Mostly, I'm just afraid that there will be more down the road. I want to have a big family, but I'm afraid that might not happen.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-46441083992445842492011-08-25T14:33:00.020-06:002011-08-25T14:46:17.740-06:001 month inI took a few pregnancy tests during the second week of August. They were negative, but then, after the time limit a faint line would appear. This kept happening. So I bought a couple more tests and said I wasn't going to test again for a few more days.<br />
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Like I could wait. The motivation for taking the next test was the fact that I was spending my last day at the beach. Miracle Beach to be exact. I figured that there couldn't be a better place to take find out that I was expecting. So, right before we headed for home, I stopped in at the bathroom on the beach. Two lines appeared immediately.<br />
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So this is the place I thanked God for new life.<br />
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I'm currently six weeks along. The first trimester leaves me feeling in limbo. I have a 50% success rate with pregnancy so far. Hence why I am not letting myself get too excited about the new baby.<br />
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I am, however, not going to let my apprehension keep me from celebrating this point in time. Because, there is new life growing in me. And that is worth celebrating.<br />
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My stomach already feels like it is sticking out a bit. I know I still had leftover to get rid of, but that is going to have to wait awhile. As much as I've enjoyed shrinking over the past several months, I'm ready to grow again.<br />
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Grow baby grow.<br />
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</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">I vividly remember sitting in our minivan on my eighth birthday and thinking how I was now a big kid. I was so excited to leave the babyish things behind. It's funny now, because sometimes I imagine going back to my childhood and reliving it knowing what I do now. I miss being a kid. Remember when you thought your parents could make anything OK? Having no stress? </div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Life is change. Sometimes, change is hard and it’s difficult to move on. It is so easy to get caught up in the past even thought time keeps moving forward, whether we do or not. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The changing of the seasons is one change I can get behind. Even though there are things we miss as we move into the next one, each one comes with its own delights. There is something completely magical about each one. Kind of like babies, really. Every age so far is my favourite. I still can't help looking back at Laney's first photos and wondering how she changed so fast. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This summer has brought another first for Laney: the beach. Oh, how she loves the water. We recently spent some time in my hometown and also visited my parents. Laney easily spent entire days at the beach. She is a water baby just like me. I’m not one to sit on the beach in the sun. If I’m on a beach, I’m in the water. It is so thrilling to enjoy it with my Little One.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflnXFtvKOpSiHDfiLU3bqbZlFSKU6Z4N-a3JHhIe5FhAqBW_YrdE7xp4QN0LCZt-_gEa3YYodfHK1ABjZE6e6BJDotm7RBz5llvJRNN0u4W6Y5U1OzynpnVMC6FvTjH9-UJt87vXBJuFL/s1600/IMG_2831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflnXFtvKOpSiHDfiLU3bqbZlFSKU6Z4N-a3JHhIe5FhAqBW_YrdE7xp4QN0LCZt-_gEa3YYodfHK1ABjZE6e6BJDotm7RBz5llvJRNN0u4W6Y5U1OzynpnVMC6FvTjH9-UJt87vXBJuFL/s640/IMG_2831.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This summer has also brought another big change to our household. Ready, here goes. I am pregnant. Number two is on the way. I want to be so excited about it, but there is still the fear that I’ll lose this baby like I did my first. I am caught up between going ahead with the dreaming and excitement and reigning myself in to try to protect my heart.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But, really I’m mostly telling myself to take it day by day. And just thanking God for the little life, no matter what happens.</span></div>Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-57414521355437231572011-06-23T14:59:00.000-06:002011-06-23T14:59:24.371-06:00Toddler hijinks<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">~Always investigate if your toddler is in the room next door. This is especially important if there is an unusually long period of silence. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In other toddler development news, after waking up in her crib last night, we could hear this from the living room, "Mummy, mummmmy, mummy, Mike, Mike, Miiiiiike, Mummy, Mike." I have no idea why she has decided to start alternately calling her daddy Mike. It's probably not helping that I laugh. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I decided to go in after a little while (I have discovered that Laney alone and awake for any length of time do not mix).</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div>Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-29867267372196250752011-06-21T23:31:00.000-06:002011-06-21T23:31:37.522-06:00The longest day of the yearI will not let the mosquitoes win. This summer, well all one day of it, I have decided that I am not going to hide from the mosquitoes. I will suck it up and use bug spray.<br />
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If I ever come across billions of dollars, I will immediately offer the majority of my fortune to the person who discovers a way to make those pesky mosquitoes extinct.<br />
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I really don't think they're necessary.<br />
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I get huge welts from the bites.<br />
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I can't stop scratching them.<br />
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On the bright side, we don't have malaria (among other diseases) here so I really shouldn't be complaining. For me it's just a nuisance and for others, it's a matter of life and death.<br />
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Anyways, that was fun. No really, I have been having fun with Laney. She is a little water baby just like I am. "Sfimming" is one of her favourite activities. And, I'm constantly bombarded with "side, side, side" which of course means "take me outside now, mummy."<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Summer. Enjoy it. It goes by way too fast.</div>Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-90434342361906835372011-05-10T15:39:00.000-06:002011-05-10T15:39:38.207-06:00Snippets of springHappy (belated) Mother's day to all you mums out there.<br />
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I had a very low-key, albeit enjoyable day. I worked on the Sunday so we celebrated on Monday instead. I got to sleep in (as I get to most weekends thanks to Mike) and then we just went out and spent time as a family.<br />
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Laney is totally enamoured with the great outdoors. This morning the first thing she said to me after getting out of bed was "side, side, mummy, side" which means outside. Ever since the snow melted a couple of weeks ago she wants to do nothing else. Even bringing her inside to eat meals can trigger meltdowns. She doesn't notice she's hungry out there.<br />
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Here's some pics from the past few weeks. I need to buy some secondhand play clothing. We are getting all her clothing stained in a hurry.<br />
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I wish I had a picture from behind. She sat down in a puddle. She then screamed when I took her indoors to get dried off and warmed up. As you can tell from the pictures it wasn't exactly a warm spring day.<br />
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And these are from Easter<br />
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One thing's certain. This kid loves "chocate" just like her daddy. Chocolate is something she has started asking me for fairly often since she got some at Easter. It sucks saying no. And I don't all the time.<br />
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She's just woken up so it's outside we go.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-13940006568345931682011-05-05T20:12:00.015-06:002011-05-05T20:20:16.372-06:00Keeping it realI haven't lived up to my goal of weekly weight-loss updates. No excuses. And, thankfully it's not because I haven't been making any progress. I have. Big time. I just haven't had much time for the blog lately. I never want this to feel like a chore. I blog about trying to improve myself because it keeps me accountable and I enjoy it. If I don't feel like posting then I just won't.<br />
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I am down 20 lbs since I really started trying to lose weight at the end of February. Yay. The not-so-great right now is that I'm currently stuck in a plateau. I'm not cheating at all on food and I started exercising almost every day. I have been stuck at the same weight for almost two weeks. Boo. It was so tempting to quit exercising. The weight was falling off just fine until I decided adding exercise in would be a good idea. I am pushing through for the time being because I feel great and I know it is good for me in the long run.<br />
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Moving on. I look slightly put together for me today. I bought this shirt today and was so happy with the way the clothing I tried on fit my body. I can't wait until my current clothing doesn't fit anymore.<br />
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I am not wearing any makeup today as per usual. Do you get used to wearing makeup everyday? I hardly ever put it on and when I do it feels so uncomfortable on my face. I really want to start wearing some more often.<br />
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I do need to work on looking a little more put together overall. Jogging pants are too comfortable. I think it's time to wear something that is a little more form fitting. We'll leave the heels for awhile longer I think.<br />
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Thanks for following along with me.</div>Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-82320961025063047452011-04-10T13:42:00.001-06:002011-04-10T13:43:03.946-06:00Laney had a little lambMoving right along to Spring. Here is (hopefully) the last winter shot I have for you until later this year. We had a blizzard last weekend. It melted away fairly quickly in the next few days as it warmed up. We made sure to let Laney enjoy the snow while it was here.<br />
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Later in the week we were able to visit a sheep farm. We went to see the spring lambs. Oh my. Laney was so excited. She ran around saying "bah bah" the entire time.<br />
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</div>I want a lamb.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-17672868866781845282011-03-29T14:18:00.004-06:002011-03-29T14:20:33.211-06:00Cellulite vs cellulitis<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It has been a crazy month. I've been left with little free time. Mike has been gone for work so I've been flying solo. And, of course that's why things have gone haywire. I came down with a facial infection called cellulitis which can be pretty serious. I ended up having two days of IV antibiotics. Fun. It is better now, but I have to share with you something I found hilarious.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went into worry mode when I was told what I had. Mike reminded me that I need to trust God with everything and I spent the evening reading my Bible and feeling 100% better about the situation. I asked some friends to pray for me on facebook and told them that I had cellulitis. Apparently at least half of my friends thought I was being funny and was asking for prayer for my cellulit<b><u>E</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">. One took me seriously and told me that he didn't think it was that serious but that he would pray anyways, and maybe I should just play some soccer and go to the gym. I laughed so hard I cried. </span></b></div><br />
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And to totally change the subject, I figured that it is about time to post an update on my weight loss. I'm probably feeling the need because I actually have lost some weight!<br />
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I posted about a month ago that I joined a diet plan. I wasn't expecting much and by the following day I was having tremendous regrets.<br />
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The first three days were horrible. I had terrible headaches, no energy, and I was starving. Looking back, I think that this was due to sugar cravings. After I got past the first week, I felt great. And, I wasn't hungry any longer. This is by far the easiest diet I have ever done. And by easy, I don't mean that I don't pay much attention to what I eat. I am going by servings of the food groups. I actually have found my cravings for junk almost completely gone. I do sometimes have a little treat, but it is just a tiny amount. I'm OK to have a couple of bites and be done with it.<br />
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As of today I have lost 1/4 of the total weight I want to lose. In one month! I am seeing the inches drop as well as the numbers on the scale at a fairly rapid rate.<br />
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I truly feel for the first time in my life that eating this way can become my lifestyle. I'm not counting down the days until I can eat whatever I want. I am enjoying the healthy food. I know I will eat some of the bad stuff again, but I think at the end of this I will have gained the skills to make healthy eating a priority.Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-42085858477667646752011-03-25T14:08:00.000-06:002011-03-25T14:08:44.724-06:00Spring hasn't sprungPlease excuse me if I'm not overly enthusiastic about Spring yet. Believe me, inside I'm dying to get together a good spring-cleaning list, bake some hot-cross buns, and bust out the pastels. But when I step outside my hopes are shattered. I mean, just last week I could see the lawn and some little patches of green. I was convinced it was here. I even bought Laney an Easter dress.<br />
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Don't you think this picture is more appropriate to a Christmas card than the view from my lawn in almost-April? I thought the added caption suited better than "Happy Spring"!<br />
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But enough complaining. I will appreciate the sun all the more when it makes its appearance. I did have some fun with my camera today. And those frost crystals are really pretty.<br />
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Happy spring to those of you who are blessed with its arrival!<br />
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Happy St. Patrick's DayLivyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-4545640027090635792011-03-06T13:34:00.001-07:002011-03-06T13:34:00.287-07:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://www.formspring.me/livstr" target="_blank">http://www.formspring.me/livstr</a>Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-10598105871120112362011-03-01T13:41:00.000-07:002011-03-01T13:41:33.851-07:00My car is a wimpThis is what almost "spring" looks like this year. This morning it was -30 degrees (-42 with wind chill) and now with the warmth of the afternoon sun it has warmed up to a balmy -22.<br />
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I was all set to head out the door this morning. I had plopped Laney in her crib so I could go outside and start the car. The car had other plans and decided it was a good day for the battery to die. Probably because Mike isn't here. In a way, I thought to myself that this was a great opportunity to use my skills. I know how to boost a car. My dad made sure of that when I got my driver's license.<br />
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I had the same feelings the time I got a flat tire on the side of the road before I was married. I had this "I can do it" attitude. I was a woman who certainly could figure out how to change a tire. I had everything laid out and ran into a slight problem. I wasn't strong enough to get the lug nuts off the tire. Cue fire truck driving by. I had about 5 fireman hop out and take over. I will never forget that. Sitting there watching them change my tire in a few minutes. My friends were jealous.<br />
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Anyways, slightly off topic. But in a way, it was nice to know that I can figure out how to do something like that without Mike. He takes care of all that stuff. I had a friend come by and I decided to give the car a little boost. It didn't work.<br />
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The block heater cord was missing somewhere inside the engine. So, when Laney went down for a nap I bundled myself up and headed outdoors. Laying on the snow-covered ground with about an inch of clearance I stuck my head under the car and looked in vain for the cord. Thankfully I found it. Around the same time one of my neighbours must have seen me laying on the ground and probably thought I'd been run over by the car. It must have looked funny seeing me laying on the side of the road with my head underneath the front bumper. He came over and thankfully had a battery charger. He saved the day. My car is running, recharging the battery as we speak. Lesson learned. I will plug my car in when the weather is cold.<br />
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Don't you just love neighbourly neighbours? It was a good reminder that I need to be a better neighbour. I hated living in city neighbourhoods where no one ever spoke or knew each others names. Mike and I have gone around to meet our neighbours and we chat sometimes. We have people shovel our walks often enough and we made treats for them at Christmas. However, I haven't really made the effort I should have to get to know them.<br />
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Do you know your neighbours? What is the atmosphere in your neighbourhood?Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220176406126384152.post-76151421213187433832011-02-24T15:15:00.000-07:002011-02-24T15:15:19.210-07:00Keeping it realOK. Let's be real here. I haven't made the physical changes to myself I wanted to make when I started this blog. There have been improvements in some areas, but not in others. I need to be accountable to someone other than myself. Because for some reason <i>I've gotten into the habit of letting myself down</i>. There, I said it. I'm used to disappointing myself.<br />
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I don't want to let you down though. My plan is to dedicate every Thursday to "Keeping it Real" where I will post photos of my progress (good or bad) along with a rating on a scale of 1 to 10.<br />
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Here we go.<br />
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Put-togetherness:<br />
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Score- 3. No makeup. Sloppy hairstyle. Comfy clothes that don't look particularly matched.<br />
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Nails:<br />
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Score- 4. Stop chewing them already.<br />
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Head to toe:<br />
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Score- 1. Because I'm not a healthy weight and I am determined that I have nowhere to go but up (well, technically down on the scale)<br />
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Inches from start:<br />
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Today is the start date so nothing to report.<br />
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Bust: 0<br />
Hips: 0<br />
Waist: 0Livyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12106393530089789164noreply@blogger.com1