My little boy is just over a year old, and he is weaned! The closer we got to being weaned the more spontaneous I felt I could be again. Once he was weaned I felt like I could say yes to so much more! Now, I loved our 1 year journey of nursing, but I was constantly thinking about time and when I had to be home to nurse, if I would need to bring my pump, etc.
When the chance came to join our staff basketball team to play against the other staff teams in our district, I jumped at the chance!
I haven't played basketball in 10 years. Paints a pretty picture, doesn't it?
Basically, I am completely enjoying myself! We just have fun at practice and get totally schooled by the PE teacher. I was quite rusty the first practice, but was reassured that the hoops were at regulation, even if the basketballs were junior size. And let me tell you about the first time we ran full court! WOW! I might be very active walking the halls of school dozens of times a day and chasing around my boy, but man! I am not in running shape! I was sucking air pretty quick-and it wasn't even a real full court!
Our first game I was determined not to ask for the first sub, but after a few minutes my resolve was almost broken! There were plenty of us sucking air! We lost our first two games, and finally won our third this week! It has felt really good to play again, even if I still do a lot of the same things I did 10 years ago. I still flinch when the ball comes at me, I still can't make a basket during a game, I still get hit in the face from time to time. I haven't really ever played co-ed games. There's just a few guys playing, but they do bring it when they come to play!
I am really proud of myself for getting back out there and being active again. I'm really enjoying the off-work time I've been spending with some of my co-workers and the laughs we have enjoyed. I've really enjoyed the teamwork we have been sharing, and our cheerleaders that come to support us every game!
With 5 games left, we're all hoping we can keep putting up the points and W's!
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Left Arm Hold
So earlier this week I came across this article and I thought, this is just some dumb article stating that most women/people carry their babes on the left side. I've done it forever and I feel that most people I see carry their babes on the left. It starts like that yes, and then it really explains the reason why. Right side of the brain controls the left side of the body. Right side of the brain deals with emotions-babes and toddlers are an emotional roller coaster. Even when I carried August in the carrier, chances are that I had my left arm still under his bum for support.
Before I became a mom, I thought I was a caring individual. Becoming a mother has made me care all the more. And it's not just about my own child. My heart goes out to all my kids at school, and all the others in their classes.
I've found it hard to describe how the love I give has changed since I've had a baby. Over the summer I read The Road From Gap Creek and I found a couple of paragraphs that sum things up pretty well.
"It's hard to explain how having a baby and taking care of a baby changes the way you look at things. It sounds a little silly when you try to put it in words. But the truth is having your own baby makes you feel connected to everything else. With a baby you ain't alone in the same way as before. You're taking part in the future and with the people that come before you. All you have to do is take care of this little living thing to have a part in all creation. You feel foolish telling that to somebody, but that's the way you feel.
The reason you feel so important as a mother is because you are important. Nobody else in the world will care as much and love as much this little thing that cries and don't know where it is and needs its butt cleaned up from time to time. Nobody can ever love it like you do. All its life depends on what you do for it now. The most important thing is just to let it know that it's loved."
It's been such a joy to watch my son experience the world. His face lights up when Dustin comes home at night and when I open the door when he wakes up. He loves to be held when we make supper or go on the hunt for Bonnie. My favorite is our bedtime routine when I sing his lullaby and he lays his sweet head on my left shoulder for a moment or two.
Before I became a mom, I thought I was a caring individual. Becoming a mother has made me care all the more. And it's not just about my own child. My heart goes out to all my kids at school, and all the others in their classes.
I've found it hard to describe how the love I give has changed since I've had a baby. Over the summer I read The Road From Gap Creek and I found a couple of paragraphs that sum things up pretty well.
"It's hard to explain how having a baby and taking care of a baby changes the way you look at things. It sounds a little silly when you try to put it in words. But the truth is having your own baby makes you feel connected to everything else. With a baby you ain't alone in the same way as before. You're taking part in the future and with the people that come before you. All you have to do is take care of this little living thing to have a part in all creation. You feel foolish telling that to somebody, but that's the way you feel.
The reason you feel so important as a mother is because you are important. Nobody else in the world will care as much and love as much this little thing that cries and don't know where it is and needs its butt cleaned up from time to time. Nobody can ever love it like you do. All its life depends on what you do for it now. The most important thing is just to let it know that it's loved."
It's been such a joy to watch my son experience the world. His face lights up when Dustin comes home at night and when I open the door when he wakes up. He loves to be held when we make supper or go on the hunt for Bonnie. My favorite is our bedtime routine when I sing his lullaby and he lays his sweet head on my left shoulder for a moment or two.
Friday, December 30, 2016
For the Love of Fabric
I think that love of beautiful fabric runs in my blood. I also got a good dose of encouragement from Grammy. Christmas break has been a long stretch of much needed sewing time! I have gotten so much done!
I posted a couple of days ago my finished Dove in the Window quilt top. When Momma and I went on our road trip last summer, Cindy and Abbey took me to amazing fabric stores. I brought along this pattern and a color scheme with plans to buy fabric along the way. Cindy took us to this beautiful store front with an incredible clearance section where I bought some fabric not intended for the Dove in the Window. I just wanted to have it and couldn't pass up the great deal! Fast forward to the huge store Abbey took me to that draws people from across state lines. Rows upon rows of beautiful bolts. Momma and Abbey helped me pick out two colors for my doves that ended up working with a piece that I bought with Cindy in Ohio. And again, there were prints there that I couldn't pass up! I was so excited when I told Dustin that he told me I could always buy that much! I told him not to tempt me because I could always go back.
And there I was one weekend about 7 months pregnant with August doing the math, learning how to cut parallelograms, and cutting out a couple thousand of them for the quilt. I didn't think, even with all those pieces, that the quilt would be all that hard to put together.
Boy, was I wrong! I had never cut parallelograms before, let alone tried to sew them together. When put together the doves would make up an 8 pointed star. I had never done one of those either. Y-seams, why not add in that unexplored realm of sewing too! I literally cried and ripped multiple times trying to get that first star together. Dustin tried to help. I finally figured it out after watching some Youtube videos. I then had to watch some more when it came to the Y-seams. I only had a few done by the time August came and then the project got put on hold for a while. And then i kind of started to do it again, and then I'd stop, and start again. Finally this fall, I buckled down and had a goal set of finishing the blocks before Christmas. I didn't care about the whole thing, I just wanted the blocks done and my ironing board back. Christmas Eve and I finally finished them. And then I was excited to get the thing put together. This is such an imperfect quilt that will be hidden away for a while and never set before a judge, or my Grammy, but I am none the less very happy with how beautiful it looks. The colors are beautiful and I love the pattern itself. I will not be doing any parallelograms, 8 pointed stars, or Y-seams for a while though!
I posted a couple of days ago my finished Dove in the Window quilt top. When Momma and I went on our road trip last summer, Cindy and Abbey took me to amazing fabric stores. I brought along this pattern and a color scheme with plans to buy fabric along the way. Cindy took us to this beautiful store front with an incredible clearance section where I bought some fabric not intended for the Dove in the Window. I just wanted to have it and couldn't pass up the great deal! Fast forward to the huge store Abbey took me to that draws people from across state lines. Rows upon rows of beautiful bolts. Momma and Abbey helped me pick out two colors for my doves that ended up working with a piece that I bought with Cindy in Ohio. And again, there were prints there that I couldn't pass up! I was so excited when I told Dustin that he told me I could always buy that much! I told him not to tempt me because I could always go back.
And there I was one weekend about 7 months pregnant with August doing the math, learning how to cut parallelograms, and cutting out a couple thousand of them for the quilt. I didn't think, even with all those pieces, that the quilt would be all that hard to put together.
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| Just a hint of how many pieces went into the blocks. Bonnie giving some love to the blocks. |
Saturday, August 20, 2016
The Summer Spill
Holy Cow!! I am a couple of days away from starting school and I haven't blogged all summer! Obviously, I've hit the stage of motherhood where I'm busy all the time. Dustin took the baby for the afternoon, so I have some time without him pulling on me, screaming at me, and no where to be.
August and I have had a crazy busy summer together! I loved being at home and spending so much time with my little boy! I was looking through videos the other day and I had already forgotten that at the beginning of summer he wasn't crawling. He is everywhere now! He follows us, the cat, and crawls his own path. Bonnie has a game she likes to play where she leads August places she knows he gets in trouble being near. She's still just tolerating him, but knows how to manipulate him too! Can't say she's stupid! :) Aside from the crawling, August pulls himself up everywhere and is walking along stuff. He is also getting brave and letting go. He has learned so many new things this summer! He eats like crazy and gets HANGRY, just like his momma! ;) He loves being outside and hanging out in the school garden with the kids. Dustin loves taking him on ranger rides to see the cows on Uncle Chase's farm. He's also been on a horse already.
Our garden has kept us busy! We've already got over 50 quarts of green beans in the basement with more to come! I've picked and eaten so much squash, and we've got tomatoes that are almost ready. The squash bugs have really put a damper on things. I am now in charge of the school garden! The kids have done such an awesome job this summer taking care of the veggies and presenting their veggies at the fair. The squash bugs have put a damper on that garden too, but the kids are still working hard!
Dustin and I have done most of the outside work after a certain tot goes to bed. So then we don't eat until 9 or so. We do what we have to do to keep this little place going. So many evenings are spent on our porch talking about the day and dreaming about the future. I've also been really good about getting me time. I've read a dozen novels this summer, had a couple Harry Potter marathons, and spent a ton of time in my sewing room. August and I have gone to the library quite a bit this summer, and he loves it! The library lady had a hard time recognizing me the other day all dressed up without the baby!
School is about to start, and I'm feeling better than I did a week ago. Still, not ready to start, but coming around to the idea more and more. I do miss my kids, but not all the paperwork! I am so excited to meet my 3 new kids, and watch each and every one of my kiddos grow and learn this year.
August and I have had a crazy busy summer together! I loved being at home and spending so much time with my little boy! I was looking through videos the other day and I had already forgotten that at the beginning of summer he wasn't crawling. He is everywhere now! He follows us, the cat, and crawls his own path. Bonnie has a game she likes to play where she leads August places she knows he gets in trouble being near. She's still just tolerating him, but knows how to manipulate him too! Can't say she's stupid! :) Aside from the crawling, August pulls himself up everywhere and is walking along stuff. He is also getting brave and letting go. He has learned so many new things this summer! He eats like crazy and gets HANGRY, just like his momma! ;) He loves being outside and hanging out in the school garden with the kids. Dustin loves taking him on ranger rides to see the cows on Uncle Chase's farm. He's also been on a horse already.
Our garden has kept us busy! We've already got over 50 quarts of green beans in the basement with more to come! I've picked and eaten so much squash, and we've got tomatoes that are almost ready. The squash bugs have really put a damper on things. I am now in charge of the school garden! The kids have done such an awesome job this summer taking care of the veggies and presenting their veggies at the fair. The squash bugs have put a damper on that garden too, but the kids are still working hard!
Dustin and I have done most of the outside work after a certain tot goes to bed. So then we don't eat until 9 or so. We do what we have to do to keep this little place going. So many evenings are spent on our porch talking about the day and dreaming about the future. I've also been really good about getting me time. I've read a dozen novels this summer, had a couple Harry Potter marathons, and spent a ton of time in my sewing room. August and I have gone to the library quite a bit this summer, and he loves it! The library lady had a hard time recognizing me the other day all dressed up without the baby!
School is about to start, and I'm feeling better than I did a week ago. Still, not ready to start, but coming around to the idea more and more. I do miss my kids, but not all the paperwork! I am so excited to meet my 3 new kids, and watch each and every one of my kiddos grow and learn this year.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
6 weeks of wonderful
How on earth has it been 6 weeks since my beautiful son was born?! The time has flown, and weather dependent, I will be going back to work tomorrow. Yesterday, he went to day care for the first time, and I washed all of his 3-6 months clothes. He is growing like a little weed and becoming so much more aware of the world around him. He's starting to coo and make more noises and stay awake longer during the day. He loves tummy time and kicking his legs when he's on his back. Dustin shows him the deer hanging on our wall and talks to him about future hunts.
The first 2 weeks I was a zombie. Changing diapers, nursing, and sleeping. I was so sleepy that more than once I thought that the pillow I hug to my chest at night was August at my chest already. When I was coming out of sleep to the sound of his cries, I couldn't understand why he was crying if he was already nursing! Sleep deprivation at it's finest! :)
I'm not looking forward to putting on 'real' clothes tomorrow to go back to work. I've really enjoyed my over sized t-shirts and sweats or leggings. The closest I've come to 'real' clothes is jeans and a nice shirt for church.
I have taken baby steps to get both of us used to not being around each other. Grandpa and Grandmas have both had their turn babysitting so errands and a date could be had.
My 'best' accessory lately has been spit up on my shirt, worn like a badge of honor. That is, until I can put him down and change into something else! Sometimes, I'm not sure who goes through more wardrobe changes in a day, me or him!
I've always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, and I think I would, if we could afford it. Teaching gives me the balance of the stay-at-home/working mom. I get to work, and have the summers off to be a stay-at-home mom.
I love feeding August, putting him on my chest to burp him, and then taking a little nap together. Bonnie does not care for August. She is scared, and keeps her distance. It took her 3 weeks to even get close enough to sniff his feet. Another 2 weeks to sniff his fingers with her neck stretched out as far as it could go. She does watch him from a distance with curiosity. Soon enough, she'll come around...or be running away from him when he tries to pull her tail!
I have truly loved the last 6 weeks at home with my baby, and I'm excited to see what the weeks will continue to bring with our little boy!
The first 2 weeks I was a zombie. Changing diapers, nursing, and sleeping. I was so sleepy that more than once I thought that the pillow I hug to my chest at night was August at my chest already. When I was coming out of sleep to the sound of his cries, I couldn't understand why he was crying if he was already nursing! Sleep deprivation at it's finest! :)
I'm not looking forward to putting on 'real' clothes tomorrow to go back to work. I've really enjoyed my over sized t-shirts and sweats or leggings. The closest I've come to 'real' clothes is jeans and a nice shirt for church.
I have taken baby steps to get both of us used to not being around each other. Grandpa and Grandmas have both had their turn babysitting so errands and a date could be had.
My 'best' accessory lately has been spit up on my shirt, worn like a badge of honor. That is, until I can put him down and change into something else! Sometimes, I'm not sure who goes through more wardrobe changes in a day, me or him!
I've always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, and I think I would, if we could afford it. Teaching gives me the balance of the stay-at-home/working mom. I get to work, and have the summers off to be a stay-at-home mom.
I love feeding August, putting him on my chest to burp him, and then taking a little nap together. Bonnie does not care for August. She is scared, and keeps her distance. It took her 3 weeks to even get close enough to sniff his feet. Another 2 weeks to sniff his fingers with her neck stretched out as far as it could go. She does watch him from a distance with curiosity. Soon enough, she'll come around...or be running away from him when he tries to pull her tail!
I have truly loved the last 6 weeks at home with my baby, and I'm excited to see what the weeks will continue to bring with our little boy!
Monday, January 11, 2016
Labor of Love
My baby is 3 weeks old, and I'm finally able to sit down and write about him. The last 3 weeks have flown by, and with this cold snap, I am glad I don't have to leave the house every day!
Dustin and I made predictions about when our little boy would make his appearance. We were both wrong. Dustin's birthday is the 19th, so I thought I would start labor on the 19th, but he wouldn't come until the 20th because he'd be just as stubborn as Dustin. Dustin thought he would come the 23rd. He got closest. I was actually having contractions with a little bit of an edge on the 19th, but I was able to keep my composure. Dustin wasn't too keen on going to church on Sunday because they were getting stronger, but knowing that I was looking at weeks cooped up in the house, I was determined that we were going. Mom came up Sunday night, only to decide that it was way too early. My mood shifted big time. I was down in the dumps because I really thought we were going to the hospital that night. I had contractions throughout the night on Sunday. When I had 3 around the time my alarm, and then the snooze went off, with quite a bit more edge, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my cool at school. I kept Mom updated, and Dustin kept calling me from work to check on my. I tried to nap.
While reading labor stories, I thought people were crazy if they were able to sleep in between contractions. I was thinking about the high I would be on knowing that my baby would soon be coming. Turns out, I was able to sleep in between them for 2 nights, and various naps for 2 days.
Mom came up late in the afternoon and talked me through my contractions and help keep the time. Everything was already loaded in the car, so it was just time to wait. Finally, it was time. Dustin was scurrying around, Mom was asking us questions to make sure we had loose ends tied up, and I was working through contractions. I had to tell Dustin a few times to go slow...we have a few sets of train tracks en route to the hospital... and then we were there. I remember having to stop in the middle of the parking lot for a contraction. Becky, our Lamaze teacher escorted us to the labor room, and man was it busy! There were 7 girls born between Monday and Tuesday, and our baby boy made 8 babies in total.
They decided to keep me and Mom joked about missing half of Wheel of Fortune by the time the nurses were done with their run through. What a long night! I made sure to walk every now and then, bounced on the ball, and tried to sleep. I had dreams about food since all I could eat was ice chips. The hours just seemed to drag on. About 8am, the doctor came in and broke my water. I wasn't planning on having an epidural. I talked with my mom. the nurses told me pros and cons. I talked with my mom. I finally decided to have one. I had one about 10, and I was able to nap for a while. Finally, they said it was go time. The nurse went to get everything ready, Mom went to update Dad, and Dustin and I were left alone for a few brief minutes. He laid his hand on my belly, and prayed. We were both flooded with excitement and peace. It was the calmest Dustin had been since we left for the hospital.
That moment when they held him up, the tears streamed down my face. And then to have him on my belly, I just kept kissing his hands until they took him to the warmer. While they cleaned me up, I just stared with the biggest smile on my face as Dustin looked at him, and August held onto his finger.
Introducing him to family and friends has been such a joy. He has changed so much in 3 weeks. Dustin is so convinced he looks like him, but then I showed him my baby pictures. He's the boy version of me. We gave him the name August after Dustin's Great-Grandpa Schuett. We gave him the middle name LeRoy after my Grandpa Goudy's middle name. I have a feeling he is going to be very long and lean like Grandpa was.
There are certain things I will never forget about that day. I don't think I'll ever forget the icky new plastic smell of the BP cuff I had to wear. I will never forget the sound of his little heartbeat on the monitor all night long as my lullabye. I will never forget the taste of the veggie pizza I had. The first food I had in over 24 hours. I will never forget the sound of pride in Dustin's voice as he named our little boy, mixing with August's first cries. I wasn't wearing my glasses, but I will never forget the sight of my son under the glare of the overhead lights, the first time I saw him.
Dustin and I made predictions about when our little boy would make his appearance. We were both wrong. Dustin's birthday is the 19th, so I thought I would start labor on the 19th, but he wouldn't come until the 20th because he'd be just as stubborn as Dustin. Dustin thought he would come the 23rd. He got closest. I was actually having contractions with a little bit of an edge on the 19th, but I was able to keep my composure. Dustin wasn't too keen on going to church on Sunday because they were getting stronger, but knowing that I was looking at weeks cooped up in the house, I was determined that we were going. Mom came up Sunday night, only to decide that it was way too early. My mood shifted big time. I was down in the dumps because I really thought we were going to the hospital that night. I had contractions throughout the night on Sunday. When I had 3 around the time my alarm, and then the snooze went off, with quite a bit more edge, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my cool at school. I kept Mom updated, and Dustin kept calling me from work to check on my. I tried to nap.
While reading labor stories, I thought people were crazy if they were able to sleep in between contractions. I was thinking about the high I would be on knowing that my baby would soon be coming. Turns out, I was able to sleep in between them for 2 nights, and various naps for 2 days.
Mom came up late in the afternoon and talked me through my contractions and help keep the time. Everything was already loaded in the car, so it was just time to wait. Finally, it was time. Dustin was scurrying around, Mom was asking us questions to make sure we had loose ends tied up, and I was working through contractions. I had to tell Dustin a few times to go slow...we have a few sets of train tracks en route to the hospital... and then we were there. I remember having to stop in the middle of the parking lot for a contraction. Becky, our Lamaze teacher escorted us to the labor room, and man was it busy! There were 7 girls born between Monday and Tuesday, and our baby boy made 8 babies in total.
They decided to keep me and Mom joked about missing half of Wheel of Fortune by the time the nurses were done with their run through. What a long night! I made sure to walk every now and then, bounced on the ball, and tried to sleep. I had dreams about food since all I could eat was ice chips. The hours just seemed to drag on. About 8am, the doctor came in and broke my water. I wasn't planning on having an epidural. I talked with my mom. the nurses told me pros and cons. I talked with my mom. I finally decided to have one. I had one about 10, and I was able to nap for a while. Finally, they said it was go time. The nurse went to get everything ready, Mom went to update Dad, and Dustin and I were left alone for a few brief minutes. He laid his hand on my belly, and prayed. We were both flooded with excitement and peace. It was the calmest Dustin had been since we left for the hospital.
That moment when they held him up, the tears streamed down my face. And then to have him on my belly, I just kept kissing his hands until they took him to the warmer. While they cleaned me up, I just stared with the biggest smile on my face as Dustin looked at him, and August held onto his finger.
Introducing him to family and friends has been such a joy. He has changed so much in 3 weeks. Dustin is so convinced he looks like him, but then I showed him my baby pictures. He's the boy version of me. We gave him the name August after Dustin's Great-Grandpa Schuett. We gave him the middle name LeRoy after my Grandpa Goudy's middle name. I have a feeling he is going to be very long and lean like Grandpa was.
There are certain things I will never forget about that day. I don't think I'll ever forget the icky new plastic smell of the BP cuff I had to wear. I will never forget the sound of his little heartbeat on the monitor all night long as my lullabye. I will never forget the taste of the veggie pizza I had. The first food I had in over 24 hours. I will never forget the sound of pride in Dustin's voice as he named our little boy, mixing with August's first cries. I wasn't wearing my glasses, but I will never forget the sight of my son under the glare of the overhead lights, the first time I saw him.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
25
Wow. I am now 25 years old and the day has flown by! It's special days like these that remind me just how blessed I am, even on the ordinary days.
Dustin and I both happened to be up around 2 am to go to the bathroom when he told me Happy Birthday for the first time. I then got texts throughout the day from family and friends. When I got to school, Stacy and Kelsey gave me cupcakes. I got so many Happy Birthdays from co-workers and many more on Facebook. Dustin surprised me by bringing a beautiful bouquet of flowers to my classroom with a card signed with his and the baby's name. He also had 2 roses placed in the bouquet, one for him and one for the baby. It also happened to be Birthday Bunch lunch for all the kids with birthdays in October so I got to hear a chorus of Happy Birthday while feeding one of my students.
On a cloudy, chilly day like to today, it's hard to believe that 25 years ago when my parents brought me home they had the AC on in the car!
Birthdays I feel are fun! Who cares what the number is on the cake, have some fun with the fact that it is your day! I have had so many memorable birthdays in my life. I had so many sleepovers in elementary where we ran around outside until dark, played an N'SYNC game, and staying up so late! We always had such a party at Donna and Errol's that included homemade hats and the singing candle! My 16th birthday was very special too! We basically had a block party (all of the neighbors within 5 miles of our house), with a potluck and it was the first birthday in the new house. It was such a memorable evening.
Tonight, I'm already in my sweats, and Dustin is ordering a pizza. We are celebrating bigger this weekend with a trip to pick up the baby's crib and go out to Texas Road House. I'll let Dustin tell them it's my birthday, but there is no way I'm getting on that saddle this year!
Dustin and I both happened to be up around 2 am to go to the bathroom when he told me Happy Birthday for the first time. I then got texts throughout the day from family and friends. When I got to school, Stacy and Kelsey gave me cupcakes. I got so many Happy Birthdays from co-workers and many more on Facebook. Dustin surprised me by bringing a beautiful bouquet of flowers to my classroom with a card signed with his and the baby's name. He also had 2 roses placed in the bouquet, one for him and one for the baby. It also happened to be Birthday Bunch lunch for all the kids with birthdays in October so I got to hear a chorus of Happy Birthday while feeding one of my students.
On a cloudy, chilly day like to today, it's hard to believe that 25 years ago when my parents brought me home they had the AC on in the car!
Birthdays I feel are fun! Who cares what the number is on the cake, have some fun with the fact that it is your day! I have had so many memorable birthdays in my life. I had so many sleepovers in elementary where we ran around outside until dark, played an N'SYNC game, and staying up so late! We always had such a party at Donna and Errol's that included homemade hats and the singing candle! My 16th birthday was very special too! We basically had a block party (all of the neighbors within 5 miles of our house), with a potluck and it was the first birthday in the new house. It was such a memorable evening.
Tonight, I'm already in my sweats, and Dustin is ordering a pizza. We are celebrating bigger this weekend with a trip to pick up the baby's crib and go out to Texas Road House. I'll let Dustin tell them it's my birthday, but there is no way I'm getting on that saddle this year!
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