tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306016439931203992024-02-19T22:34:57.360-08:00Tucking In SuperheroesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger769125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-39595702046124520982012-10-28T20:17:00.000-07:002012-10-28T20:48:59.141-07:00OK.
Clearly I can't even maintain one blog let alone two. So... From now on I'll be blogging over at <a href="http://www.tuckinginsuperheroes.com">www.tuckinginsuperheroes.com</a>
Based on the comments I've received, I'll be continuing on with all the same kid-craziness sharing I've done here. And, some good news: on my new blog you can just sign-up to receive an email any time I post. No more guess/check!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-41218985410064500822012-10-24T12:01:00.000-07:002012-10-24T12:02:16.314-07:00Smile<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0it75Ib3nl4Mb-OwLvOKC7gAPqqJi6PP1d7iu49Y-5RWiBx9wNZmSWHiCaCCvE9MgHTUv2Kll3TS45_-qmnCZT-aCXqUa3PfZrrtBQVDjMEMjxDxCuCq3OhKnfWC5XO1KwCI4kQECVUF5/s1600/photo-736314.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0it75Ib3nl4Mb-OwLvOKC7gAPqqJi6PP1d7iu49Y-5RWiBx9wNZmSWHiCaCCvE9MgHTUv2Kll3TS45_-qmnCZT-aCXqUa3PfZrrtBQVDjMEMjxDxCuCq3OhKnfWC5XO1KwCI4kQECVUF5/s320/photo-736314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5802953239719120146" /></a></p>The first smile to mommy. He's smiling up a storm, but this is the first one that mommy got!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-2301631628938761352012-10-11T21:48:00.000-07:002012-10-11T21:48:23.261-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know Littlest Man, it's crazy! Honestly though, I was wondering today if there was a point to continuing with this blog now that I've started my new blog. The only comments that I seem to get are from my own mother and grandmother and c'mon.. they kind of have to. It's in some rulebook somewhere that your mom and grandma have to try build your self-esteem. </div>
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So, in making this decision, I thought I'd take a peek at my stats and what do ya know? There are a lot of you out there reading this. I thought maybe the pageviews were all from the afore mentioned relatives with a couple hundred from Chris' cousin, Cierra, but we've got some people reading in China, Australia, Brazil and winning the race for international page views, Russia with 49 views this week!</div>
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It's nice to know that I'm not completely talking to myself here, but I would love to "meet" those of you checking in. If you feel like stepping out of the shadows, leave a comment and say hello. I promise I don't bite :)</div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-4340155107247195322012-10-08T14:44:00.003-07:002012-10-08T14:44:37.269-07:00Something new.. I haven't been posting on here as much I would have liked. Sure, we have a new baby keeping me busy, but I have a little secret..I have another new "baby". I've been working on a new blog for a while now. I'll keep this one for more personal, family stuff, but will continue to share some stuff about the kids on my new site as well.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-41264317370619306822012-10-06T13:20:00.002-07:002012-10-06T13:23:27.371-07:00We've been staying pretty busy around here. Chris was out of town most of last week (Translation: I was one tired mama getting up with Keaton alone at night) and we are trying to get our fix of the nice weather before it turns Portland-like again.
I've started to work on getting this baby weight off, something that with Carter, took me nine months to even begin to work on. The biggest problem that I'm having is finding time to workout. In one attempt, I figured the boys could ride their bikes or scooters while I carried Keaton or pushed him in a stroller. Fail. I just couldn't get Carter to go fast enough. Heck, I couldn't get him to GO. See what I mean?
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We ended up persuading him to play in the backyard while daddy worked so that we could move a little faster and burn up some of Coen's energy. We did burn his energy. So much so that he held me up. Oh well.. I'll figure something out.
A few days later we went to the pumpkin patch where they had a hay pyramid. Fun for the kids, right?
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The one thing I really didn't want him to get from me.. my cautiousness Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-64503915357150351872012-09-21T15:25:00.001-07:002012-09-21T15:25:48.706-07:003 weeks<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMNGpOAOUTrc2KbhVlfQHMVaYoIAJ_o4b-DJsJUEheqUJ4HURFJSRtUNtKfmBjm1C4axrShhGxLo_Jsg_EHHrBYuV1SqK_Yd94KQUAB911_IVihgg1h0GPD4KjYUrR2ztQvy206A-4lU7/s1600/photo-748706.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMNGpOAOUTrc2KbhVlfQHMVaYoIAJ_o4b-DJsJUEheqUJ4HURFJSRtUNtKfmBjm1C4axrShhGxLo_Jsg_EHHrBYuV1SqK_Yd94KQUAB911_IVihgg1h0GPD4KjYUrR2ztQvy206A-4lU7/s320/photo-748706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5790759878865880370" /></a></p><div class="gmail_quote">This little man is 3 weeks old today and I still can't get enough of him!<br> <br><br> <br> <br> <br> <br></div><br> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-14677336666615922792012-09-20T16:13:00.000-07:002012-09-20T16:13:15.454-07:00How you know... The other night was rough. Last night as well, but the night prior was our first rough night with Keaton. He just would not sleep and could not be soothed. I was so tired that I felt like I was up all night. In reality, I knew that Chris was up more than me and I felt horrible. I mean, sure, I would have to take care of the three boys that day which included getting the older two dressed and driven to school at 8 a.m., but he had to complete a full day at the office. I really should have toughened up and let him sleep more.<br />
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Then, Chris got home. We got through our nightly routine and got the boys to bed and started to talk about who would get which shift with Keaton that night. That's when he told me that he had felt horribly all day that he didn't do his fair share the night before. As tired as he was, he felt that <i>I was the one </i>who had taken on the brunt of work the night before.<br />
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Both of us dead tired from being up with the baby all night feeling badly for not letting the other sleep more. And that, is how you know you have the most amazing partner. May everyone be so blessed!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-57653835472603869392012-09-18T16:28:00.001-07:002012-09-18T16:28:26.253-07:002 weeks!Keaton had his 2 weeks appointment today and did great! He is now 9 lbs 6 oz and 21 inches. He slept through most of his appointment and didn't even flinch when they drew blood from his heel. Such a good baby!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-79895523317709848692012-09-16T17:42:00.003-07:002012-09-16T17:42:45.960-07:00Carter saysChris took the boys to the circus today leaving Keaton and I at home to relax. Earlier in the day, we had this conversation:<div>
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Carter had his first day of school last Tuesday. It was so hard for me to stay home, even with Keaton, and miss seeing him as he entered his new classroom. Daddy did a great job taking pictures for me. Is this kid a ham or what? He is already loving school again with his new teacher, Mrs. Zoey and was extra excited that he got to be the "door holder" on his first day! Boy does he like his responsibilities!</div>
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They weren't terribly excited about the photos or video we took in Ghana except for those that had Coen in them, but year-by-year, hopefully they will take more of an interest.
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Today marks one year to the day that we stepped off the plane in Portland, Oregon with our Coen Kwasi, direct from Ghana, West Africa. I can remember every second of the walk from the plane, rounding the corner, seeing Carter holding his sign that read "Coen's brother". I was exhausted from 24 hours of travel and seeing my family come together brought me to immediate tears. </div>
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1 year ago in Ghana
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There is no way that I could have imagined that exactly one year later we would be at home with our one week old baby. I'm in love with all three of my boys and can't believe how blessed we have been this past year. Thinking back on harder times, wondering if God would bless us with a brother or sister for Carter, it all makes perfect sense. Good things come to those who wait (you just have to have some faith). </div>
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Carter has been such a good big brother already. He is constantly wanting to hold Keaton who he only refers to as "the baby" and is ready to help at any moment. Coen is excited as well, but doesn't quite understand just how careful he needs to be. Today he walked up to me and asked to hold the baby as he reached to take him, like Keaton is a doll that he can just pick up and walk away with.. He cracks me up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-78179752470787655922012-09-04T08:30:00.000-07:002012-09-04T08:31:29.399-07:00Indulge me<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtfa5nPGZaLgd8fpAIcoj35tCK05biAB2Nqllztzi6n4qKACxCySxL3FQsAGgXElAnHpGcju8ePhNTRCwtP9PWV6sNXT225PSzdu98dK-j0L2w6TvnlEY1gvvP4_PsQwHfCbJv6M2QJiw/s1600/photo-789400.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtfa5nPGZaLgd8fpAIcoj35tCK05biAB2Nqllztzi6n4qKACxCySxL3FQsAGgXElAnHpGcju8ePhNTRCwtP9PWV6sNXT225PSzdu98dK-j0L2w6TvnlEY1gvvP4_PsQwHfCbJv6M2QJiw/s320/photo-789400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784344657231097298" /></a></p>I just can't get enough of him. We're having a little quiet time as daddy takes Carter to his first day of school (Coen went along for the ride).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-77812012839995771272012-09-03T15:00:00.000-07:002012-09-03T15:01:00.643-07:00So good to be home<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWuxKiZg9bQuWbSQpxJ01q0saoWFCvSLCjoDbQw_A0U1tC_9JeUM2fUxNoSEgPEHcz4vxfmqH2ofZeeEzJg-V5oIpL8vovxZPl73eLQD4InFTgVIaIrQ8UVvljVtzlhjHCoPk58U8SZ_S/s1600/photo-760643.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWuxKiZg9bQuWbSQpxJ01q0saoWFCvSLCjoDbQw_A0U1tC_9JeUM2fUxNoSEgPEHcz4vxfmqH2ofZeeEzJg-V5oIpL8vovxZPl73eLQD4InFTgVIaIrQ8UVvljVtzlhjHCoPk58U8SZ_S/s320/photo-760643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784073954040765794" /></a></p>I'm supposed to be napping with my littlest man, but it is hard to close my eyes around him. He is just too incredible, I'm afraid I'll miss something.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-7658900677609001922012-09-01T22:01:00.001-07:002012-09-04T20:33:58.595-07:00Keaton Hayes Roberts<div class="mobile-photo">
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I am unbelievably head-over-heels in love with this little guy that I only saw for the first time yesterday.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-42766576156106157852012-08-31T21:02:00.001-07:002012-08-31T21:02:27.223-07:00What's in a name?For all of our boys, we've chosen their middle name first. With Carter, we decided that we wanted his middle name to have some significance.. At the time, the most important day of our lives was our wedding day. Rev. Michael O'Reilly married us in South Lake Tahoe. It was a beautiful ceremony. Although we weren't close to Rev. O'Reilly, we used his last name as Carter's middle name to remind us of the importance of the day.<br />
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Coen's middle name at birth was Kwasi, but we kept it for more than that alone. In Ghana, everyone is given a middle name that is based on the day of the week they were born and if they are a boy or girl. So, all boys born on Sunday are given the name Kwasi (or a similar variation based on their region) for a middle name. Coen's middle name ties him to his heritege and helps us to tell his story of how he came to us.<br />
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With our third baby, we started with the middle name first. I don't remember exactly when it was decided, but it was early on. Maybe 8 or 9 weeks into the pregnancy. Having suffered the lost of two babies at 10 weeks gestation, I was more than nervous when we found out I was pregnant this time. My doctor agreed to an ultrasound at 7 weeks just as she had previously, but wouldn't do any sort of other testing for me prior. If I had low progesterone as I suspected, a simple ultrasound wouldn't show it and by 7 weeks, it might be too late to address it anyway. I started calling other doctor's offices, but no one would consider seeing me prior to 8 weeks - I had ONLY had 2 miscarriages, not 3 which constitutes a problem. Balling my eyes out, I called my friend, Nicole, who told me to call her Aunt Peggy. Peggy is a nurse practitioner and midwife. I called her office and after telling the office staff that I had already had 2 miscarriages they insisted I get in that very day for some testing. I was in the office within an hour and met with Peggy soon after. She was understanding and in just as big a hurry as I was to try to save my pregnancy. I burst into tears due to the hormones and pure relief that someone who could actually help was going to do everything possible. By that evening, results were back. Low progesterone. I had my prescription filled and all has been good since. More than good. Peggy and her staff have made room in the schedule whenever I needed to get in, scheduled ultrasounds to keep an eye on our little guy... they've been great.<br />
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No, we didn't choose the middle name Peggy :) but we did choose Hayes, Peggy's last name. Obviously we think very highly of Peggy, but just as I told the whole story here, using her last name as our son's middle name will allow us to share the whole story with him. Had badly we wanted him, the loss we experienced prior to being blessed by him and God's hand in it all. What was it that made me call all those doctors and then Nicole rather than just sit by? How was it that I had a friendship with someone whose aunt would take the time to run the tests? It's all such a God thing.<br />
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This place did NOT disappoint. You get your choice of different batters as well as items to mix in to your pancakes. We decided on the peanut butter batter and the buttermilk batter and used blueberries, bacon and chocolate chips as our mix-ins. (Hey, it's my last day being pregnant, possibly forever, we might as well go all out, right?). The boys loved watching their pancakes cook and adding their mix-ins and we all left very full. This is what I love about Portland. Dining isn't just about eating. It's about the experience itself and the fact that the food tastes great, well that's a bonus. We'll definitely be back at some point!</div>
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Chris and I were sitting on the couch chatting when Carter hopped up between us and set his milk on my bump as if he owned it. We of course, busted up laughing. He, on the other hand, was clueless as to what was so funny.<br />
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The baby, well he tried to knock the cup right off. This one is going to be a fighter. Good thing, being the littlest of three brothers.<br />
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We had our last doctor's appointment today. My blood pressure was up a bit, but still considered low overall (my blood pressure always runs on the low side). She thinks it is just lack of sleep. The next time we should see Peggy is at the hospital next Friday. In the meantime, I have a pre-op admissions call Friday and then some blood work to do this weekend at the hospital. She confirmed for Chris what I already knew and have been complaining about.. this baby is up in my rib cage! His head is nice and low, but his tushy is all the way up there. The is just no more room so I'm super happy he is coming a week early.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-5967282969337398822012-08-21T20:37:00.000-07:002012-08-22T16:29:35.674-07:00The big brotherI love that lately Carter has been kissing the baby bump goodnight without any suggestion from us. He is so ready to meet his brother.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-38730925485199199192012-08-20T21:06:00.005-07:002012-08-21T20:14:41.821-07:00Time flies... when you're pregnant/exhausted/mom-to-toddlers/in the summer.
I can't believe it has been a week since I posted. I've had plenty of adorable stories of cute things the boys have said or done, but I haven't had the energy to post about them.
We just had a great weekend with Auntie Storm and cousin Isabelle who were in town for Auntie Lindsey's baby shower. It is so fun how Carter and Isabelle always jump right back in where they left off no matter how much time passes. Constantly holding hands and even leaving Coen out of some of the fun now. We've hit that stage of "older kids" and "little kids" (Yes, they are only 13 months apart, but Carter makes it clear that Isabelle is HIS friend and Coen is just the LITTLE brother). Hopefully Bronson and Coen will form their own little bond when they get together next.<br />
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Coen is keeping me on my toes finding new ways to potentially hurt himself. He is still running through the house full-speed without watching where he is going and climbing on furniture. He now is constantly seeking out furniture to jump off of and walking down the stairs without holding on to the railing. I scold him about these actions multiple times a day to the point that all I have to say is, "Coen, what is mommy going to say?" and he will fill-in the blank and scold himself. He still does it.every.day.
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We're not only counting down to the 31st to welcome our little one, we are also counting down to September 7th, the day that Coen stepped off the plan in Portland and we became a family of 4. Weird that it has only been a year. Weird that one year to the day is our due date to welcome his little brother (our due date is the 7th, but the C-section is schedule a week prior).
So much going on and so much to look forward to. For now, I'm pooped and this baby is trying to get out through my ribs. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230601643993120399.post-25819283237424332012-08-13T17:18:00.000-07:002012-08-14T09:04:37.038-07:00It's 5 o' clock<iframe frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="425" height="756" src="http://api.smugmug.com/services/embed/2025090840_xTx9tM2?width=425&height=756"></iframe>
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