tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340853482012-02-16T00:36:20.705-06:00Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.comBlogger3131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-45180036739132464012011-11-18T15:11:00.003-06:002011-11-18T15:54:05.185-06:00

There's something about being a Momma. Like everything in life is bigger, better and more real. Everything matters more- no matter what that every-thing might be.E is in school full-time, this is his 2nd year. And it's sad to me, a big part of it, that he spends more of his waking hours away from home than at home during the week. When he started Grade 1 last year it really made me realize

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I guess it's official, I am old. 30. Thirty. THIRTY. THIRTY!!!! Weird. It seems weird.While it obviously doesn't feel any different than being 29, it's the idea that's weird. My whole adult life I've basically been in my twenties, and now I'm 30. A new decade.I'm excited about this decade. My 20s were a big time of learning about who I was, what I was (although that is a daily/monthly/

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We went to Birds Hill last weekend to camp. It was fun. So. Much. Fun. Especially after the last month-ish with things being so crazy around here with being in the hospital and recovering and all that- so glad to be feeling normal again!!!Anyway, our family needed some reconnect time, and, well, Birds Hill hit that spot perfectly.So, the funny thing is that at one point on our many, many bike

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7 out of 10 days in the hospital (and while going through it, it felt more like years than days). 9 IV/blood draw pokes. 1 bruise that covers over half my forearm and is insanely gnarly looking and every shade of yellow, green, blue, and purple you can imagine. 5 days without any food, and going into that post surgery and already lacking in nutrition. Way more fentanyl and morphine than I

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I'm trying to figure out where I fit in right now. I get to this point when I don't have a tiny little baby who needs me so much anymore. She's still a baby, we're still in diapers, I still have to get her stuff more often than her bigger brothers, she still needs me to carry her at times and be hands-on in my care of her. But she's not an "itty bitty baby", as her 3 year old brother would say

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-28859258260918368902011-08-17T15:31:00.006-05:002011-08-17T16:07:18.047-05:00

I read "Love You Forever" to the boys today before quiet/ nap time. I've read it many times before, but it's been a while. Add to the fact that it's my copy of the book from when I was a kid that my mom used to read to me. E even read the inscription in my mom's unmistakable handwriting, "Larissa", on the inside cover. I remember her reading that book to me and my brother as kids. That's

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My Sweet Little Ez: Oh how I love you. I love your silliness, your craziness, your sweetness.... You are such an important part of our family. You say the craziest things, without knowing how crazy they are. When you mean "So am I" what comes out is "So as I am", when you mean 'So did I' what comes out is "So as I did." I can't hear you say it without laughing, and yet I hear it a dozen

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Some days I still sit in reflection at how "our plan" was to have one child. For years leading up to having our first baby, we always thought we'd have one. In the back of our minds we would very occasionally say maaaaybe we'll have 2... but realistically we want to be an only child family. I strongly believe there are ways of doing that that work. We didn't have any family in the same state

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Well. I put it on facebook today, so it seems right to blog about it. The whole story, not the fits-on-my-status story.We moved up here 3 years ago exactly. Here's even my goodbye post to Arizona (click here).Can't believe it's been 3 years.And we've been blessed, unbelievably blessed. I love my blog because I have spent so much time journaling in it over the years. And going through that

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So I've enjoyed a bit of a break from blogging, I'll be honest. One less thing.But then, life happens. And then I think about these little divine moments that all strung together equal a beautiful life and one day... One day will come when I'll have blinked my eyes and these little sweethearts will be big sweethearts that are all grown up and my home will feel so empty and I'll be thinking

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So in case you haven't noticed (the few people who are still even coming onto this neglected blog anymore!) I haven't been putting much effort into this anymore.That's because I have been putting that effort into something else....I introduce you to: Larissa Johnson Photography (click here to visit that site)Just starting out, still small, and not a lot of variety or even quantity in my shots up

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I'm doing a 20 kilometer walk (that's about 12.5 miles for those of you South of the border) to support CancerCare.My cousin's little girl has been battling Leukemia since last February. The same one from this post last year. A sweet little then-2-year-old. Only 6 months older than my Ez. No one should have to go through what she has gone through, what her older brother and sister have had to

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My Dearest 3 Little People:If there is one thing I want you to take out of your childhood, it is how very much you are loved. How my heart swells and eyes brim over and heart beats a little stronger even thinking of how much I love you. It's hard to try and put things like this into words, I don't want to cheapen the language of my heart by saying it, but I have to try and tell you....First of

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So it only seems proper to be wishing you a Merry Christmas Eve and posting pics of her pretty little birthday all together. Because....Christmas last year:This year:We celebrated her little life and how special she is to us. And that it was her first December 21st that she ever woke up and was here for the whole entire day.Her Birth Day.Can't believe this happened 1 year ago. It still seems

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-15852007006542268072010-12-18T15:49:00.006-06:002010-12-18T15:59:19.985-06:00

In case you have not noticed, blogging has kinda fallen to the bottom of my priority list right about now.Why you ask?Because. It's December.And in our little family, that means not only Christmas, Christmas gatherings, school concerts, shopping, wrapping, making memories, putting up trees, putting up lights, etc etc etc.But it also means 3 birthdays. My Ez. My man. And, new to this year, my

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I know, I suck. No blog in 16 days!? Hey, it hasn't been for lack of wanting to.The last couple weeks have been crazy. Not the normal crazy, but like an entirely different kind of crazy. Not just the busy every day, but the busy every day plus countless trips to the doctor's plus selling chickens (!!) plus needing to deal with all the snow, plus plus plus plus....You get the idea.My little

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Well, I guess we're kinda somewhere between-ish the Canadian and US Thanksgivings.... And I love Thanksgiving. By far my favorite holiday. By far my Ben's favorite holiday.It's a big deal for us, yup.So, whether it's early or late- Happy Thanksgiving Season!There are so ridiculously many things for me to be thankful for.... But my 3 sweeties and my Ben fall at the very top of that list. Cuz

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It's true. It really is.Growing up, I wanted so badly to have straight hair. Only as an adult did I realize that my friends with straight hair all wanted curly hair growing up.It truly made no sense to me. Why would anyone want curly hair!?Ya, because I had it and wanted something else. Just like them.For the record, I now love my curly hair. I can straighten it every once in a while when I

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Favorites Friday: My favorite recent moments, captured.~ Ez went skating for the first time ever the other day. Usually when his big brother gets ready for hockey he asks when he can go skating, and the answer is "When you're a little bit bigger." So when I asked him if he wanted to go skating with Daddy, he puffed his big boy chest out, grew a few inches taller, smiled from ear to ear and said

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-37160611619658684522010-10-31T21:59:00.001-05:002010-10-31T22:15:16.434-05:00

Handing out candy has always been a favorite tradition, even as a teenager. I love seeing little kids all dressed up and cute.On Ben's and my first Halloween together, we were excited to hand out candy. This adorable little boy walked up and gave us a big smile and said, all excited, "happy hawo-leen." That was 10 years ago today. And I still remember that cute pudgy little face. Ben and I

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I've been really focusing this week on the difference between real genuine friends and the not so real and not so genuine ones.I really have had a hard time understanding why some girls feel the need to compete with each other so much. It's so hard to have true fellowship and friendship with each other when there is this undying need to be better than. I'm sure we have all encountered some of

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So Ez spent a good 30-plus minutes setting up this big huge train track ('big huge' for him- he did it all by himself) and was stinking proud of himself and happy about it.And then, he drove a train over it and one of the pieces of track must not have been snapped in quite right, because it came undone.And he got mad.Like M-A-D mad. Like he broke apart his entire track and picked up a train and

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I love bedtime conversations. They are, by far, where the most meaningful, most precious conversations that I have ever had with my Littles have happened. I love it when simple banter turns serious because a Little was thinking. And bed time is that intimate, cozy time where my biggest little does a whole lot of processing and thinking. (I hope my other littles love bed time talks as much as

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My favorite recent moments, captured.~ Every time my Little Bear wakes up from his nap, he comes halfway down the stairs and sits there with his 3 little friends, staring down, until I notice him and get him to come cuddle with me.~ Speaking of nap time, this boy has decided he is "too big" to nap, so instead of pushing the issue one day, I set him up with toys. He was 1 1/2 weeks into no

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-71570044388353772562010-10-14T15:00:00.000-05:002010-10-14T15:19:22.631-05:00

Ben was putting E to bed they were talking about his day at school and E brought up that they were working on fire safety. They got to make their own fire safety rule and then draw a picture explaining the rule.Rewind a few months and we were at Grandpa Arnold and Grandma Cheryl's and the guys were off looking for something to blow up. They filled a BBQ up with whatever explosive stuff they

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-17300524318223927832010-10-10T10:00:00.000-05:002010-10-10T10:00:04.017-05:00

I broke down and started crying in the shower this morning. I asked myself what in the world could possibly be wrong, because I feel like a flipping emotional mess!My little girl is growing up. She hit that 9 month mark 2 weeks ago. And I can just feel her slipping away.She has now been part of the world for as long as she was part of me. I can no longer keep her selfishly as my own.I'm

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The boys had been insanely excited to go on our little trip for quite a while already, and Ez would always say "when are we going to our road trip?" and we'd do the countdown....Well, the morning came, bright (or rather, still dark) and early. 5am. I got to get Ez, and Ben went to get E.I walked into my little boy's bedroom and climbed the ladder into his super cool bed and said "Little Bear,

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My Dearest Little Ez:Oh sweet boy. You are such a sweet boy. A heart melter, truly. You have developed into this loving, sweet, affectionate little boy and my oh my, I love it.Every night time and nap time when I cuddle with you before you go to sleep, I get you all cozy under your "ki-ki" (what you have lovingly called your blanket since you could talk) and you get excited. Like crazy

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My favorite moments captured over the last week.We went on a family road trip this last week. We took our time, and did a 7 hour trip in about 10 hours, each way. Oh it was fun. But that I'll save for a post of it's own.The rest of the week was still filled with excitement and happiness to be found everywhere I looked for it.~ Some of our friends invited us over to play in their mountain of

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Some sweetness happened when Grandpa Myron was here visiting. And I keep going back to it in my mind, every time I get all sentimental cuz my baby girl is growing up too fast. Grandpa Myron was playing his guitar into the evening as it was getting dark, and I was bringing my baby girl upstairs to go to bed. I left her bedroom door open so I could rock her to sleep in the dark of her cozy

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My favorite moments captured over the last week.~ Ez asked the other day if we could have a "fire as a whole flam-ly" and considering I've about kissed goodbye my chances of a late warm spell, we were more than happy to oblige the desire of his little 2 1/2 year old heart. We welcomed this fall weather and stayed cozy by the fire. (You know you're jealous of my headband that protects me

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I don't want to ever forget the love my Little People have for each other and what it looks like at this sweet young age. I want to remember it. Always.I want to remember how E makes sweet names for his brother and sister. Calling Ez 'Baby Zing Zing' when he was a sweet little baby. A name that still gets used on him.Calling Pretty Little 'Goodies' cuz she's so cute and good, according to

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I'm talking about the little copyright disclaimer. For one, it's not like I have zillions of readers... For two, I'd think it would be common courtesy (as well as common sense) to not take text or images off someone else's blog and use it without permission.But, as one of my friends reminded me, you never know who's out there not using the common sense their mama gave them.Soooo.It's up. And

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-1312072367668420442010-09-13T08:00:00.001-05:002010-09-13T08:00:11.558-05:00

It's been a big week. My E turned 6 and had a Batman birthday party, the desire of his just-6-year-old heart.But first our boy got his gift from us early in the morning: And later his party with friends, starting with a scavenger hunt:And freeze tag:And cake:(On a side note, I wanted to get just 1 picture of the 3 sweet Little People together on E's birthday. In all the pictures you'll notice

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My favorite moments captured over the last week.~ My crazy little Ez. Who, sporadically throughout the day, comes up to me and opens his mouth as wide as he can for no apparent reason: ~ My Pretty Little Thing, who has a Pretty Little Doll Face: ~Grandpa Myron came for a visit, we have not seen him for 2 1/2 years! ~ Grandpa Myron loves to make things out of cat tails, so he tried teaching E to

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6 years ago, I woke up on September 6th (which also just happened to be Labor Day that year as well) so incredibly impatient to meet my baby, and wondering what day it would finally be.6 years ago today, you were picked up out of the water you were born into, and passed into my arms. My momma arms that had been waiting to meet you, my first ever baby.The baby that made me a momma.There are not

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-33024464608413852942010-08-27T14:49:00.011-05:002010-08-27T22:44:29.928-05:00

I don't know if I'm having an extra indecisive day (compared to my normally already quite indecisive day) or what... but I just Could. Not. Pick. Pictures. Or rather, I picked so many and couldn't narrow it down.I guess I'll call it making up for last week and getting 2 weeks worth of my favorites all today.So here it is.Favorites Friday, my favorite moments captured over the last week.~ Boys

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What a perfect morning. Boys playing lego for hours, happy. A little girl scooting all around them, proud of herself for "playing" with her big brothers.I'm finally starting to get back into my Momma-groove. Where our days are happy and relaxed. And the days of being overwhelmed are getting fewer and fewer and fewer.Man this adjusting to 3 rocked me. Still can't believe that. Going to 2 was

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-25587729567830284002010-08-18T15:25:00.000-05:002010-08-18T15:25:00.739-05:00

I can't believe it has been 6 years. 6 years ago tomorrow that my Ben's sweet Momma passed away. That her pain and suffering ended and she took her last breath.6 years ago that my Ben, his sister, and his step dad all told her "it's okay. you have fought long, you have fought hard, and it's okay to stop fighting if you are too tired to go on." And all I could do was hold my Ben's hand and cry

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My favorite moments captured over the last week.(I wish I could get as good quality on my blog pics as they are if you click on them... just click on one to see the difference!)~ Special moments when a baby sister snuggles with a big brother before bed~ Boys waking up all groggy on a weekend and helping their Daddy make pancakes~Cute little baby feet~Brothers outside playing (ahhh... my little

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-23351637054928545722010-08-09T11:47:00.000-05:002010-08-10T10:34:51.301-05:00

Today could not have been more perfect if it were scripted.My girl napped and napped and napped. For an hour and a half! (That is a loooooong morning nap for her!) And while this was going on, my boys played trains together as happy as happy can be.Just playing, playing, and playing. And using every last piece of track to build a super-sized-track. And Ez kept running up to me to tell me "E's

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That when life gives you lemons, you make one heck of a lemonade.And if, for instance, my lemons are that my happiest-baby-in-the-entire-world Pretty Little M has an ear infection, or something, going on (the nurse said it was infected, the doctor said it was not, and yet here she sits tugging away and crying every time she's laid on her back....) and my oldest sweet boy is having another one

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My favorite moments captured over the last week:We went to Lockport with Grandpa Arnold, Grandma Cheryl and Lisa. Lots of fun!~ Seeing these boys grow into not only brothers but friends is absolutely adorable. I am in love with seeing them together these days:~ And in love with seeing Boys and Daddies and Grandpas playing together the way only they can (like having a race to roll down the hill!

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My favorite moments captured over the last week.~ Lots and lots of playing outside ~finding fun discoveries on our new yard for the first time (a plum tree and daisies randomly popping up everywhere!)~craft time every day~cute baby feet

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I am in love with outside right now. The weather has been so gorgeous lately, and me and the Littles have been living outside. It's been nice! Although my home has been missing someone to clean it.... That's what winter's for! :)****My midwife called me up the other day and asked me to come speak at a prenatal group they have to talk about 1) why I chose a home birth 2) how I coped with pain

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Finally. Things are really starting to feel somewhat normal again. I have lived in this fog for the last few months, 6 1/2 months to be exact. Childbirth. Hormones. New adjustments.... It gets me every time. (Well, 2 out of 3 times, anyway.)The fog has been ever so slowly lifting over the last while.Like it's been quite a while, months even, since I bawled my eyes out on a Sunday evening

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wow. it's been a minute. or two.be prepared: there's a whole lotta random coming your way.... and, i'm nursing my most precious Pretty Little right now, so it'll all be lower case.... gooder punctuation right there....ez got his first fishing pole this week. the boy was excited as Christmas! "is this mine's? is this me's?" over and over and over.... loved it. and loved playing with the

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-16171970642854251772010-06-30T12:56:00.002-05:002010-06-30T14:19:24.081-05:00

I hate moving. Like hate hate moving. I'm not talking about just moving to a different 4 walls, although I do hate that kind of moving, too.I'm talking about the kind of moving that rips you away from everything you love. Everything familiar. And even some things that maybe you don't love, but it's normal anyway....Having your roots ripped out, and brought far far away to a place where you

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-32626313359290819552010-06-22T15:27:00.006-05:002010-06-22T16:45:53.673-05:00

Remember this?? Man, that was wayyy back!! Makes me drool looking at some of those pictures.... But, I should say, that second blanket has so far been loved equally to the first one. And now, that first one is 5 1/2 years old, it has 2+ more years worth of wear then it did back then. And those boys both love their blankets.... They come with us anytime we go anywhere and sleeping will be

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- having picnics outside, me and The Littles, while the Daddy is at work- boys wearing swim trunks and having water fights all morning long- sunshine and blue skies- having to brush sand off little arms, legs, and backs before going in for nap-time, which of course is running a bit late cuz we were outside having fun- dirty little feet walking in the house- more important things to do than take a

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-78382549419406420702010-06-15T10:26:00.005-05:002010-06-15T10:45:59.957-05:00

Last Thursday was a big day for me and my Favorite Person Ever. We reached 10 years since saying 'I Do.'(That sure makes me feel old!)The crazy thing is, I was 18 and he was 21 and the odds were that we would be a split marriage within 1 year because of that.Add in both of our broken homes we experienced growing up. Ups the odds even more.And, of course, people who didn't know me would stop me

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-8083793222074935342010-06-07T15:10:00.002-05:002010-06-07T15:40:16.360-05:00

Naps are all turned around in this home. Well, my Pretty Little has (dare I say it??) seemed to start to outgrow the 45 minute nap?? She is consistently having at least 1 nap a day that is a good 1 1/2 to even 2 1/2 hours long! Oh Pretty Little! Growing up wayyy too fast....Of course, just in time to coincide with this, I think little Ez has started to outgrow naps. Well, I'm not going to

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-17816212239306324122010-05-26T10:04:00.003-05:002010-05-26T22:40:04.844-05:00

Well hello, neglectful. Yes, I have been busy with spring stuff on my new yard.And, for the record, loving it.It's like I've been some sorta Earth Momma.Also because I started out with trying to find a good recipe for detergent for cloth diapers. I don't use my usual home made detergent 'cuz that's got a bar of soap in it. And without being a scientist and going into chemistry that I know

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-60343557836692510872010-05-17T16:36:00.010-05:002010-05-17T17:29:19.725-05:00

Remember this? Well, I was thinking about it. And today we went for another walk (I love walks!) and I brought the camera along.Today was actually Pretty Little's first ever walk in her stroller. We've done walks in the baby carrier, and been outside on the yard tons in the stroller, but actual walk? Today was a first.Last time the baby in the stroller was 9 months old and a crazy little boy.

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I wanted to come on here and write all about how I have not blogged in a while because I was busy planning a fundraiser supper for my cousin and her family, their little 2 (almost 3) year old girl was diagnosed with leukemia in February, the weekend that Pretty Little and I had a baby shower. And my cousin made all these beautiful cookies that were hearts and had her name written on them for our

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I am loving the weather outside. That we can finally venture outside again and have the sun kiss our faces and the light breeze play with little boys blonde hair. And that we had a picnic lunch on the front step, and Little M joined us. (And our puppy Zoey sat nicely at our feet and waited for lunch to be over so she could lick up any leftover crumbs that fell from little boy hands onto the

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-71061033408549189042010-04-14T18:05:00.003-05:002010-04-14T19:30:29.939-05:00

I seem to have balance-related issues lately. It's all about the pendulum swinging both ways and making sure every side is given proper attention... I must feel quite out of balance because I keep trying to do things to make myself feel like I got this whole mama-to-3 thing somewhat figured out. But I don't. Not at all. Not yet.You know, I think I need to spend more on-the-floor-play-time

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-46149494645014425482010-04-11T19:57:00.002-05:002010-04-12T15:22:25.073-05:00

I usually call her Pretty Little Thing, which sometimes gets shortened to Pretty Little. (Yes, I know. Coming up with a nickname for a nickname. What can I say, we're hardcore with nicknames around here.)2 of my other favorites are Little M and Little MoMo. Ez calls her MoMo Grace. Cute.Sometimes he calls her Sissa, and E calls her that, too. So does her Daddy.But it didn't start there. It

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So there was this contest. For a really cool give away that's totally my style. All I had to do to enter was write a little about where (inside my home) is a lively place where we really can capture life, and send in a picture of this place.I never win anything (probably because I don't enter to win much of anything) but figured, I really would looove the prize, so I'm going to go ahead and at

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- starting the weekend early with getting a new puppy (Zoey) and bringing her upstairs with me to go get Ez up from his nap early so he could meet his new little 4-legged friend- then bringing Zoey outside to meet E as he gets off the bus- surprise visits from my Grandpa, and having my little girl's Great Grandpa wanting to hold her- visits from friends that have gotten so close they are now

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I just love the downy little q-tip hair of my little baby girl after a bath. And her smell. Ohhhhh, the smell....The ingredient that pure sweetness is made of.I'm having a hard time making decisions lately. Like what to make for supper is something I start thinking about at 9:00am, and I look over my well intentioned meal plan that, when I made it last week, was supposed to help me not be so

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-28877629791056292242010-03-17T14:47:00.006-05:002010-03-17T15:37:52.706-05:00

I've been a bit... hmmm.... missing things lately. Things like this. Oh that felt forever ago.And things like this. When I didn't feel like everyone was pulling at me as hard as they can in every different direction and I'm trying to please everyone so no one is really happy. (Keeping in mind the people we're talking about here are all of the little variety.)No, they're happy. Mostly. I

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-35590299558587110112010-03-14T17:09:00.005-05:002010-03-14T17:14:08.952-05:00

My computer was down and out and broken and gone from home for a week. Ya, like 7 days!! How did I survive? Good question. I liked it in a love/hate sort of way. Like facebook? I missed it, but I didn't miss it... you know what I mean??Way too much to catch up on for now. So I'll leave you with this.

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So I changed it up. The 'About Me' section. I mean, we're not exactly starting over anymore, we've been here for 1 year and 9.5 months!Yes, we did just buy a new place so I guess that's part of starting over, but it's really the last step to settling and it didn't change much... we still live in the same tiny cute little town.Unless you count our last step being when we've finished setting

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-69388220943203807512010-03-03T13:07:00.005-06:002010-03-19T16:11:02.299-05:00

So, 2 1/2 months! Where have you gone?? Well, I know about where.... First there was a newborn, and 6 weeks of thrush.... The kind where every time I went to nurse I wanted to throw a glass against the wall to have it shatter, scream profanities, bite the back of my hand until it bled, and propel myself to the sun in pain. Instead, I ended up bawling my eyes out, and having my little girl

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So I think I went crazy for a bit.... lost my mind, still trying to find it. And, you know, blogging is my favorite from of free therapy, so I'm officially back.What was I thinking? I looooooove blogging.I guess the whole moving-at-8-months-pregnant-and-having-my-3rd-child all within 1 month and 7 days was a bit overwhelming.Oh well.So, I'll be writing more asap on the last 2 months with my

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So I decided to stop blogging, but I decided my blog is not complete until I write out Meika's birth story seeing as my whole pregnancy with her is on this blog.My little girls beautiful story....December 21, 2009Oh this was a good birth. Quite possibly my favorite, if you can rate things like childbirth.I was so impatient to have you, even though I was not even to my due date yet (which was Dec

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Meika Grace was born at 12:02am yesterday morning (the 21st). She weighed 8 lbs, 4 oz and was 21 inches long.We are absolutely in love with her, she is perfect. And her big brothers are making sure she gets all the attention that any little girl needs!!

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My sweet little Ez, you are 2!!! I cannot believe how quickly the last 2 years have flown by, and how much has changed in them. You are now settled into your 4th home in those 2 years (5th home if you count the 10 days that we had to wait to get our apartment and stayed with your uncle and aunt with all our stuff in their garage!)You are such a sweet boy. You have changed in the last couple

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-8923101803084858092009-12-13T13:33:00.004-06:002009-12-13T13:48:03.483-06:00

Dear little baby;Yes, it's true. My life is pretty much consumed with you right now. Well, maybe not my life, but my thoughts and feelings, anyway.You know, I really wanted you to be born by now. Your littlest-big-brother was already born by now, and I had in my mind that possibly you would be, too.Nope.Still waiting!But I want to get one thing clear: You are not allowed to be late like your

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Yesterday was a fantastic day. I found out in the morning that you, my Ben, had it all planned out to take me out for supper to my favorite restaurant just the 2 of us. You told me you were planning on surprising me when my cousin showed up to babysit, but then you changed your mind and told me in the morning. I am glad of that, because then I could mentally prepare for going out in the

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To My Sweet Little Baby,This has been an interesting sort of pregnancy. An emotional roller coaster with feeling everything from terrified of stepping outside of 'my' plan to have no more than 2 children, to ecstatic at the thought of meeting you, and everything in between.I've come to realize, this time around, that I will never know what a regular, ho-hum pregnancy is. With E is when we lost

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We're in our new home.It's a deliciously wonderful chaotic home right now, but each day it's getting less chaotic and more home.We love it.We love love it.So much space- both inside and out!!I will be honest, tears welled up the other day as I was unpacking inside and looked out the window to see my boys playing in their very own sandbox and driving their bikes around and my love was organizing

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Well, next weekend at this time we'll be completely out of our apartment and have the keys turned in and all that.I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!So ready to get in and paint and be settled!!!On that note, also ready for whatever flu-ish thing I have going on to be GONE.... I was hoping it was a 24 hour thing, but of course, it's been 2 days of non-stop sicky-gross-ness every time I stand up.... So, it

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Distracted. A little concerned. Tired of coughing, tired of hearing coughing. Glad that we have been able to have 2 nights in the last week where we have been able to sleep through the night. Packing. Thinking of what I need to get for painting our new home. Planning moving.So many things on my mind!My little E is sick. Again. Fever, on and off. We thought he was better, and his fever is

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-58115437373589148852009-10-27T14:43:00.005-05:002009-10-27T15:11:03.537-05:00

- so happy we found a home. a home. a place that will be ours, where we plan to stay, for a long long time.- a little (okay, a lot) anxious about moving at over 8 months pregnant. I mean, I get winded just from walking up the stairs these days, not to mention my aching breaking back... and now I'm supposed to paint and clean a huge house and move everything over there?? it will be an intense

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-59880165459022858262009-10-20T15:57:00.005-05:002009-10-20T16:12:52.740-05:00

This morning while I was taking a shower, I thought to myself how the boys were playing so nicely together and I hadn't heard them once. I peek around the corner and see Ez sitting on E's lap, E had gotten him cozy with his special blanket on top of both of them, gently touching Ez and Ez is singing his 'cozy' song that he usually only sings when feeling the most cuddly before bed time or nap

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-76021628967716565752009-10-16T13:20:00.004-05:002009-10-16T13:30:04.835-05:00

Surprise!!!We bought a beautiful place up here.... Just over 5 acres of land, a nice home with enough bedrooms for each of our soon-to-be 3 children to have their own room!! (oh it will be SO NICE!!)We're just outside of the same tiny little town that we currently live in, just out in the country. So E doesn't have to switch schools or anything....We're moving in the middle of November, I'll

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I'm ready to know, that's for sure! With E, I was so sure I was having a boy I bought blue bedding and all that for his crib before having him. I knew I was having a boy. I had a one day freakout about 2 weeks before he was born because I realized "I might have a girl! Oh my goodness, what am I going to do if I have a girl?! I've never thought of that!!"With Ez, I must have been too busy to

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-68733000496063063032009-10-12T13:52:00.003-05:002009-10-12T14:13:28.938-05:00

As I look outside the window and see huge snowflakes falling gently, it makes me feel warm and cozy in my home with my family.There is so much, so much, for this family to be thankful for. There has been a lot of ups and a lot of downs over the last 3 years for us, but never a lack of things to be thankful for.My husband, who is also my best friend, my partner in life, my biggest support, the

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My Precious Little Baby,12 weeks left until we get to meet you! I can't believe how quickly you are growing and getting ready to be born. I am in tears every time I think of our first meeting and what it will be like, I cannot hold all the emotion in.Breathing in your smell.Kissing your face.Wrapping your little fingers around mine.Holding you, and holding you, and holding you.Calming your

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Except for the activities they work on and the amount of letters and numbers they can now print.I volunteered in E's kindergarten class today, and was greatly reminded of this post.Oh how I love kindergarten sweet hearts!!!

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Frustrated. So very frustrated and disappointed.I guess I should follow up my last blog. I only wrote about us putting an offer in because we had basically already come to a common ground. We countered back and forth for a bit already and were so close to everything that it seemed like it would probably work out.Then, suddenly (as of last night) they decide to pull their place off the market

Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054077933061379208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34085348.post-51776144061934703552009-09-23T09:07:00.002-05:002009-09-23T09:19:44.641-05:00

Well, aside from sitting on pins and needles while we wait to see if the offer we put in on a farm gets accepted or not, you know, nothing much. (They countered our offer, we're countering back today.... you know how it goes!)Definitely not something that will drastically change our lives or anything. (Or, wait... yes, actually it will.)A 60 acre property. A 7 acre yard that needs a ton of

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I feel:- terrified- insecure- inadequate- impatient to meet him or her- scared out of my mind- alone- not at all ready- overwhelmed- it's an unexpected blessing- crazy excited- like diving into the unexpected can be the scariest thing and the best thing all at the same time- like I'm not at all good enough- everything I thought I was is changing, being redefined- alone (did I mention that?)- at

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It's really quite crazy how all it takes is one single dream to be flooded with everything from one's childhood all over again. Things from when I was a little girl, and even a teenager, that I honestly try to not think about and feel like I have forgiven for.Forgiven the people who acted out against little children, and the ones who didn't stop it.And all morning these thoughts are flooding me

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PART 1:Today was a very exciting, bitter-sweet, emotional roller coaster sort of morning. To start it off, it was my sweet little E's first ever day of kindergarten. Here starts the last phase he enters before being a grown up and leaving home. I know I know, this phase lasts 13 years, but still.... He has been my job for the last 5 years. Now, he is also someone else's job.Giving up some of

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My sweet E turned 5 yesterday. Where have the last 5 years gone? I still feel like it was yesterday that he was born into the water, me kissing his little bit of black hair and in absolute awe that my baby was just born, that I just went through the journey of child birth for the first time. That he made me a Momma and a whole new kind of woman than I ever knew I would be.My first born, the

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So, some of our good friends from back in the day when we lived in Sac-town are doing some pretty awesome things.They packed up and moved their young family across the world to Ethiopia. They are literally saving little babies and young children who would otherwise be drowned in the nearby river because of tribal beliefs.They are helping to run an orphanage out there and take care of these

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My Sweet Baby,Oh I can't believe how big you are already! I still feel like I am in the dazed I-can't-believe-I'm-for-real-pregnant dream. But no, my growing belly tells me otherwise. As do you, every morning when you wake me up at 5am promptly with your kicking.On a side note, dear baby, I could use to sleep past 5am. If you feel like kicking and poking at that hour, could you maybe get it

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5 years ago today the phone rang at 6am. I was still halfway sleeping, and Ben was getting ready to go to the gym before work, like he did every day.The phone was right next to the bed, so I rolled my 9 month pregnant belly over and answered it.It was Myron, Ben's step dad. And he told me that the woman who was a light to all of us finally let go and passed away in her sleep the night before.He

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Well.... tomorrow is going to be a big day, people! We get to move back home after house sitting for the last 5 1/2 weeks!!! HOME!!!!!!Ahhh...... to be able to sleep in my own bed again! And make supper with my own dishes again! ( I know where everything is!)To not have to have our pantry items taking up over half the usable counter space! (Obviously the people here have their own pantry

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So tonight I'm leaving for 2 nights. I've never been gone from my boys for as long as I'm going to be gone now, so I'm a little sad to leave. But let's be honest people, my oldest will be 5 in September: I'm crazy excited to have a full day where between when I wake up and go to sleep I have nobody that will need me!!!!!!That will be a little different from what I've experienced since giving

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My blog right below this one (where I talk about the unexpectedness of having a 3rd child, and our choices and what we thought were our plans) were in no way put on anyone else, or meant to be negative or anything judging or coming across negatively towards people who have larger families (whatever your definition of larger families is, including the 3 children that I was referring to, which

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Still trying to get used to it. The fact that I'm pregnant, that is. That we won't be our "perfect sized little family of 4" as planned.Nope.And here's where it gets tricky. I have, for the last 19 weeks, been scared of getting to this point, the point where I'm starting to look pregnant.I'm not entirely sure why I feel that way. But I feel like people are going to see me with my 2 boys and

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Well, let me clarify he is 1 1/2 as of last month. So I guess not really a baby anymore, but you know, my babies have always been my babies till almost 2.... That's really when the baby baby wears off.Anyway, Ben had to golf (grr....) yesterday after work. He's not *exactly* what you'd call a fan of the sport, but it was with people he couldn't exactly say no to (his boss, for one. The owner

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