tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85746131378031952102024-03-13T23:13:42.118-06:00brad.missy.abiMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-14566581448913156422014-02-06T08:59:00.000-07:002014-02-06T08:59:03.636-07:00The Little MisterWell, I figure it's about time that I wrote a new blog post, especially since I have such awesome news.<br />
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As you know, the last almost 5 years have not been the easiest on our family when it comes to getting a sibling for Abi. We've had both chronic miscarriages and failed adoptions and all the heart ache that goes with that. Don't get me wrong, our life was awesome and we had fun with the friends and family that were around us, but there was always something missing and always some <a href="http://bradandmissy.blogspot.com/2013/06/some-days-are-hard-you-know-but-it.html" target="_blank">hard days</a> thrown in.<br />
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After our last adoption failed in November 2012 I received a blessing from my dad. Brad had just canceled his flight out to us and switched it so that we could go home to him instead of him come out to us. I was heart broken, and I think in a little bit of shock. I needed some help and I'm so thankful I was with my dad.<br />
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It was one of the most powerful blessings I've ever had and I was promised some amazing things in it. One of which was that I would be a mother again soon. That Abi would somehow get a sibling.<br />
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As the months went on I kept reminding myself of that blessing. I just had to be patient. Things weren't going to happen on my time. Just wait. But even knowing that didn't make it all that much easier.<br />
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Then one day I decided that maybe I wasn't doing enough on my part, that there was something else I should be doing to work for this baby. In the past I had had a blood test done to check for clotting disorders. it was a 3 part test and I had only had the first part done before we had to move from my dr, in Massachusetts. I decided that maybe I needed to find a dr in Missouri to finish out the testing. That maybe that could be the problem.<br />
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So while I was out running my errands I decided to grab a prego test at the dollar store just to make totally sure before I went to the hassle of trying to make this appointment. I knew it would be negative, but it was only a buck, right?<br />
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I took it the next morning and I thought I was going to pass out. I yelled for Brad and he came in and saw the little plus sign too. We were overjoyed for a few minutes, and then the dread set in. We couldn't loose another one.<br />
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I immediatly called the OBGYN that was just up the street and explained my history and the positive test to them. They had me come in 15 minutes later to begin taking blood tests to check my levels. Then I went in 2 more times that week for more test and an ultrasound. At the end of the week I asked Brad for a blessing. after that blessing we knew that everything would be alright, that this pregnancy would stick.<br />
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I continued to go in at least once every two weeks (sometimes more) until I was 12 weeks. At that point my levels were great, the ultrasounds all looked fantastic and I had made it further than any other pregnancy (besides Abi of course) so the took me off of "high risk" status. man, that was a good feeling.<br />
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At 17 weeks I convinced them to give me the gender ultrasound earlier then their policy allows since we were moving here to North Carolina and I would really like to know before we left.<br />
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It's a little Mr. Harding wiggling around in there.<br />
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I'm now 23 weeks along, due the first week of June, and everything is perfect.<br />
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I posted this pic earlier this week on Facebook and Instagram. I had been looking back through old photos and found one from exactly a year earlier and decided to recreate it.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Left: Jan 31, 2013 - two months after our failed adoption not sure if we'd ever get another little. Right: Jan 31, 2014 - four months from welcoming little mr. to the family. </span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/ohthedifferenceayearmakes" saprocessedanchor="true" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">#OhTheDifferenceAYearMakes</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/miracleshappen" saprocessedanchor="true" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">#MiraclesHappen</a>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12270010332683309571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-2697021692546462592013-08-14T20:54:00.003-06:002013-08-14T20:54:54.979-06:00Abi's first dayToday was Abi's first day of Kindergarten. She says she had such a great day, but before we get to that you need to know about how the night before the first day of Kindergarten went.<br />
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At the school open house the nurse gave me a sheet of paper letting me know that we somehow got behind on Abi's immunizations and she had to have those 4 shots before she would be allowed to attend class. That gave me 2.5 business days to get her into a Dr. office. And seeing as we've been here for less than a month, we still don't have our MO insurance together. So the nurse gave me the number of the county health department and I could make an appointment to get the shots through them.<br />
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So, yesterday we hit up the zoo during the morning and then made it back "just in time" for her appointment. Which means we only had to wait 1.5 hours instead of 2. They give Abi the 4 immunizations in 2 shots and she didn't even cry! I was so proud of her. She did give the nurse a look that clearly said, "How dare you do that to me!?" after the first one, but she very quickly recovered.<br />
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We promised her that after dinner we would spend some time at the pool. Which of makes her an hour late for bed. She's been sleeping on the floor next to my and Brad's bed since my dad and step-mom are here visiting. So we finally got her to bed and the 4 grownups started the BBC Sherlock series (so good!) when about an hour in Abi walks out of the room and up to Brad and I.<br />
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Us: Hey honey. What do you need?<br />
Abi: <i>with a dazed look on her face</i> I just need...I want...I have to see something. <i>walking over to and opening the coat closet</i><br />
Brad: <i>walking over to her while eating a pickle</i> What is it? What do you need in here?<br />
Abi: <i>blank look</i><br />
Brad: Do you want a bite of pickle?<br />
Abi: <i>nods and takes a bite</i><br />
Brad: Ok, so what do you need?<br />
Abi: <i>points at pickle</i><br />
Brad: You need a pickle?<br />
Abi: <i>shakes head no then turns around and holds Brads hand while walking back to bed</i><br />
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She was totally sleep walking! It was pretty awesome.<br />
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About 2:40 she woke Brad up with her moaning and complaining of a tummy ache. So we took her temp and got her a bucket. An hour later she threw up and slept horribly the rest of the night. So when 7 am showed up she wasn't too happy about it. Thankfully by know her tummy felt ok, but she had a sore throat. We had her gargle some salt water and she said she felt well enough to go to school.<br />
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So after getting her all ready and packing up her back pack we headed to the bus stop.<br />
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And missed the bus.<br />
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But apparently the bus stops on our side of the street, then drives down to the end, stops there and comes back and stops across the street from our normal stop. So we were ok.<br />
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She was so cute! I could tell that she was a little nervous, but mostly excited. She just walked up the steps and asked the little girl on the front seat if she could sit by her. She told me later that she was "the last child to get on the bus" and she thought that was pretty cool.<br />
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While she was gone I spent the day at the Missouri Botanical Garden with dad and Brenda. I missed her, but I know that once they're gone and I don't have the distraction I'm going to be a total mess :)<br />
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We got home just in time for the bus to drop her off. She was so excited and wanted to tell us all about how it went.<br />
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So I interviewed her on this video. She wasn't too happy about the video at first, but she warmed up pretty quick :)<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/FL8Bd4Zbv4A?rel=0" width="640"></iframe>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12270010332683309571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-74269537665376215752013-06-27T22:39:00.000-06:002013-06-27T22:42:55.683-06:00Some days are hard, you know? But it always gets better.It's after midnight and I should be asleep, but for some reason I just feel like I need to type. To write what I'm feeling even if it is a little disjointed and rambling.<br />
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I feel like I have been blessed with an unusually happy disposition. I can bounce back from disappointments and stresses fairy quickly, if they even get me down in the first place. I am so thankful for that blessing, But recently I've realized that it's ok to feel sad for a bit. Because I used to not let myself. I felt like because I'm a happy person I shouldn't ever feel sad. But it's ok to feel sad sometimes. <i>Some days are just hard, you know.</i><br />
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Brad has been gone in St. Louis for 26 days. He won't be home for another 6 and I miss him like crazy. This is the longest we have ever been apart and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure he's never gone this long again. 32 days is a really long time. Most of the days it's been pretty ok. Abi and I have had fun and I've loved spending time with her. <i>But some days are just hard, you know?</i><br />
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In just a few short weeks I will be moving, again. I'm going to have to leave some of the best people I've even meet and have to make new friends all over again. Right as I was finally getting settled in this beautiful, history rich place. Some days I'm excited for the adventure but <i>some days are just hard, you know?</i><br />
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This afternoon it hit me full in the face. It has been 3 years and 10 months since my first miscarriage. That's 4 years that we've been trying to get a little sibling here for Abi. And you know what? It totally sucks. It's been 46 months of disappointment. 5 miscarriages and two failed adoptions. Not to mention the two we had to refuse after the last one failed because we lost some much money on it we can't afford another for awhile. It's uncanny the way Abi can pick up on my moods and seems to know exactly why I'm feeling the way I am. Then they start to affect her too. Today, out of the blue, she came up to me and told me the GPS could tell us how to get to the orphanage so we could get a sibling at our house. At times it's harder to see the longing in Abi than it is to experience my own disappointment month after month. <i>Some days are just hard, you know?</i><br />
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<b>But guess what? </b><br />
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I get to wake up every morning and love on a sweet little 5 year old that is too smart for her own good. I get to devote all my time to making sure she knows how much I love her and care for her and will always be there for her. <i>It always gets better.</i><br />
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I get to wake up every morning knowing that I have the most amazing husband in the world. That he would do anything for our family. That he loves me unconditionally. That he will say and do a hundred things that day to make me laugh and fall even more in love with him. Even if it is over Facetime because he's 1200 miles away. <i> It always gets better.</i><br />
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I get to wake up every morning knowing that I have the most amazing friends and family a girl could ever want spread out (literally) from coast to coast. Knowing that there are people that care about me and are willing to listen, even if I have nothing really to say. <i>It always gets better.</i><br />
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I get to wake up every morning knowing that I have a Heavenly Father that loves me more than I probably deserve. That He knows what's best for me and how much I can handle. That he has something spectacular in store for me and my little family if only I can be patient. <i>It always gets better. </i><br />
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I get to wake up knowing that I have a pretty amazing life.<br />
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<b>Some days are hard, you know? But it always gets better.</b><br />
<br />Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12270010332683309571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-83803981650843422892012-12-19T18:00:00.002-07:002012-12-19T18:00:31.622-07:00Humans aren't nocturnalBrad had to have a serious talk with Abi yesterday evening and she is now heart broken. <br />
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For the past 3ish weeks Abi has been waking up in the middle of the night. She would get out of bed, come into our room - sometimes wake us up, sometimes not - then go out to the family room and turn on a movie for herself.<br />
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The first few times it was just an hour or two before she normally wakes up, but it has been progressively getting earlier. One night when she was in our room around 3am Brad asked her why she was waking up so early,<br />
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"Because I'm nocturnal. See, its still dark outside, but I'm awake. So I'm nocturnal."<br />
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We were just letting it slide because she didn't usually bother us and it wasn't really effecting her behavior during the day. But lately she has been more whiny, back-talky and sassy. <br />
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So last night while we were getting ready for bed Brad told Abi he had something very serious to talk to her about. She looked intently at him and asked what it was.<br />
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"Abi you can't be nocturnal anymore. If you keep waking up at night you won't be able to go to preschool anymore. People aren't nocturnal."<br />
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She was crushed. There was much crying and gnashing of teeth. But good news! She slept in until 8:30 this morning!<br />
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After we decided on the name Abigail we had to decide how to spell her nickname. There was Abbey, Abby, Abbie...the list could go on and on. So one day I just made an executive decision and we went with Abbi. No idea why I chose that.<br />
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And Abbi was working just perfectly for us until a few months ago when Abi learned her letters and their sounds. One day while we were practicing writing her name she got really upset. I finally got her to calm down and tell me what was the matter. <b>"Mom! My name is 'ab-ee' not 'ab-ba-ee'! You do it wrong and I hate it! It only has one B!"</b> (she's a bit dramatic most of the time). Ever since then she has been very adamant about it and gets mad every time we try it differently.<br />
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So that's the story about how Abbi became Abi.<br />
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Crazy girl.<br />
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<br />Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12270010332683309571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-87708910223536861382012-11-28T21:37:00.004-07:002012-11-28T21:37:59.026-07:00TrialsSo much has happened since the last time I updated this blog (and I'm finally feeling like I can write about it) that I'm not even sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start at the very beginning. And just to warn you this will be very, very wordy and there will be no pictures. And there will probably be way more information than you wanted to know but I'm writing this more for me right now than for you :)<br />
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Everyone is given trials. It doesn't matter who you are, you'll get a trial. It may be a trial of relatively short duration - like unemployment - or a trial that lasts your whole life - like a chronic illness. But no matter how long it lasts it's still going to be hard and you're still going to question why.<br />
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My hardest trial to date started back in 2009. In late June of that year I found out that Brad and I were going to be parents again. We were so excited! My life plan was going exactly as I wanted it to. I always wanted my children to be close in age and Abi had just turned one so the timing was almost perfect. We were so excited we told our families almost right away. But in late August I miscarried that baby.<br />
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I was devastated. At the time Abi was a fantastic sleeper - she was napping all but about 6 hours a day - so I went from having a ton of time to daydream and prepare to having hours of time to dwell and it became crushing. I lost all motivation to do anything but blog stalk when I was alone and pretend that everything was ok when people were around.<br />
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A few weeks later I visited my sister and her family. While I was there we came up with the idea for my blog So You Think You're Crafty. That gave me the motivation to focus on something and work my way out of my depression.<br />
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Things were great for a while after that. In fact, in early January we found out I was pregnant again! This time we were a little more hesitant to tell anyone right away. There were a few family members and close friends we told, but for the most part we kept it a secret. We were glad we did when the week of Easter I had another miscarriage. This time it was a little easier for me to handle. I was heartbroken, yes, but it wasn't a crushing depression like it was the first time.<br />
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A few weeks after this second miscarriage I was watching Studio5 and saw a segment they did that featured a medial study that the UofU was conducting on low dose aspirin and it's effects on fertility and early pregnancy loss. I called the university and was approved to take part right away. I don't know if I was in the control group or on the aspirin, but either way I got pregnant about 5 months into the study. But this miscarriage was pretty quick in coming.<br />
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And so was the next pregnancy. By now I had enough of a "history" to start working with a pregnancy loss specialist. So I was having almost weekly appointments and ultrasounds from almost day one. He seemed very optimistic Everything was looking exactly as it should. He said it was a "perfect pregnancy." The next week we got to go it to hear the heart beat. So exciting!! I got up on the table and they rubbed the goop all over my belly, but then - silence. The doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong. Everything looked just as it should. He thought that maybe we were just a week off on our dates so he had me come back the next week, but there was still nothing at that appointment too. We scheduled a d&c for the next day. At my follow up appointment I was still having pain and other issues so they scheduled a second d&c for a few days in the future.<br />
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This all happened in December of 2010. I just over a year I had had 4 miscarriages - the last ending in 2 d&c's. The doctor told us to stop trying for a pregnancy for the next 9-12 months. To let my body have a rest to heal and return back to normal. <br />
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Within a month of the doctor telling us that Brad and I were working with LDS Family Services for an adoption. We had always wanted to adopt - we just figured it would be later rather than sooner. In May of 2011 we were approved and posted on their website.<br />
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Then in May of this year one of my young women here in the ward found herself pregnant. She asked if Brad and I would adopt her baby and we agreed. We tried not to get to attached because non of her family was in support of placement so we knew that it may not go through. But when you want something so badly it's hard not to get excited. She told us a few months later that she had decided to keep the baby. She and the father were married this past August and their little boy was born the day after Thanksgiving. We were sad that we would not be that babies family, but also very happy that things were able to be worked out for that amazing woman.<br />
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And right about the time that we started to realize that placement would not be going through I was contacted by a friend that had just adopted a 7 month old boy a few months earlier. Their birth mom was pregnant with a little girl and was going to place her for adoption as well. My friends were unable to take her, but were wondering if we would be willing. This little girl and the little boy they were placed with are full blooded siblings. If we were to take the girl the children would be able to grow up knowing their sibling. We agreed and started working with the agency out of Las Vegas.<br />
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We were able to talk with the birth mom on the phone every couple weeks and started to get to know her. We were so grateful to her and the sacrifice she was making for us. We decided on the name Cora and started planning for her to join our family. It was so surreal.<br />
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In August I suffered my fifth miscarriage. It was just as heart breaking as the others, but this time it was tempered with the knowledge that soon a little one would be joining our family. Soon Abi would have a sibling.<br />
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Then it came time for the birth of little Cora. The birth mom had a history of early deliveries so they advised me to come out about 4 weeks early. So, Abi and I flew into Salt Lake to spend a few weeks with family. Brad would join us as soon as he got word he needed to be there too.<br />
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Just over two weeks later I got a call from our case worker. It was the day they estimated that she would go into early labor so I thought it was the call to head down as soon as possible. Boy, was I wrong. The birth mom had changed her mind. She was having some concerns and didn't think she could go through with another placement. The agency had given her 3 days to make a final decision so they would be getting in touch with us.<br />
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Again I was crushed. It was like that first miscarriage all over again. I just sat and bawled and bawled on my dads couch. Once Abi caught on to what was going on she would say things like, "But mom, just call the lady and tell her how much I want a sister, then she'll remember and say sorry and give us baby Cora." It was heart breaking. Brad and I decided to call a family/friend fast for the next day. We weren't exactly hoping for a miracle (though we wouldn't turn one down), but at least some comfort and understanding. Later that night my dad gave me the most amazing blessing I have ever received. As it closed I felt so strongly that no matter how this all played out the Lord knows me and my desires, the He loves me and that he hasn't forsaken me or my little family. <br />
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At the end of the 3 days I got another call from the case worker. She, a little fantically, told me that the birth mother was back on board. And not only that, but she was in labor! What!?! So I jumped online, bought Brad a plan ticket, hopped in the car with Abi and my dad and headed down to Vegas.<br />
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Once we got down there we found out that the labor was unproductive so they sent her home to wait for the real thing. Since we were there already though we were able to meet the birth mom for lunch and go over and resolve her concerns. Brad and I were so happy that things were back on, but we still tried to keep a damper on things. She had already changed her mind once and she still had 72 hours after birth to do it again. But we were still excited and went about planning and getting ready. Over the next week we went to a few of the doctors appointments with the birth mom an got to know her better. I will never forget those days and will always hold a special place in my heart for that woman.<br />
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After almost 2 weeks in Vegas (Brad had flown home after a week) Abi, my step-mom and I decided to head back up to Utah for Halloween and we would come back down as quickly as we could once real labor started. But what do you know, another 2 weeks went by. Just our luck that this pregnancy would be the one she would go full term.<br />
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We got the call on a Wednesday that they would be inducing labor the next Monday at 6 pm. We call and got Brad a flight for that weekend and started to get really excited. In just about 5 days we would be meeting our new little girl.<br />
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Thursday afternoon the case worker called again. The birth mother had sent a text message saying she couldn't go through with the placement and was not responding to any emails, texts or phone calls from the agency trying to get hold of her. They advised us to hold tight for a day, but if they still hadn't heard anything to head home and try to move on. By Saturday night Abi and I were back home in Boston.<br />
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It's hard to describe the feelings I have about how things worked out. I can't blame the birth mother. It's the hardest decision I'm sure she has ever had to make and I will never be able to under stand it. But I'm heart broken. I feel this loss just as much as I do the loss of our miscarriages. But this is different. Many times I think to myself, "I'm a good person. I do what is asked of me. When will this trial be taken from me. When will we be blessed with another child?" That blessing my dad gave me has been what I've fallen back to over and over again over the past few weeks when things just get too hard.<br />
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God does know me. He loves me. He knows the deepest desires of my heart. He also knows that I'm a strong woman; that I can do this and come out stronger. And I know that's true. I know it with every little piece of my being. I know that someday, somehow this trial will be lifted. And when it is, I will be that much better a tool in His hand to serve others through their trials. And when that time does come I will be all the more grateful for all that I have been blessed with.<br />
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They decided to ride the train into Boston to buy Abbi a fish at a fun pet shop in town. It was Abbi's first time on a train and she loved it. Here are a few of the pictures Brad took of the day on his phone.<br />
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<br />Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-85031863675227452592012-01-30T18:34:00.001-07:002012-01-31T13:13:19.143-07:00Our Crazy DecemberOn our drive to Cleveland for Thanksgiving we got a call from Brad's work telling us we were being transferred to Louisville Kentucky to help that office with sales and building the clientele since it was so new. That told us we could choose when to go and we chose before Christmas. We figured it would just be easier that way. So we had 12 days from the time we got home from Sue's until we had to leave for Kentucky. I packed up the house while Brad was covering a store and when he got home we took off. We got Abbi's toys off the truck first thing so that she could play with her animals and watch some shows while we finished unloading. Abbi was really good about the whole thing. She still misses Rachel, Kaitlyn, Cari & Elder Ashby and asks about them all the time, but she has adjusted really well.<br />
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Our ward had a fun party/carnival with face painting, games and a costume contest. Abbi won the prize for cutest costume and she was so proud of herself :)<br />
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Then we went trick-or-treating with the Maughans for a little bit. The girls had so much fun and it was so cute to see Abbi run house to house for the treats. She always said "thank you" and that made me happy, too. One house we stopped at had a fire out on their driveway. That was the best idea ever for the chilly night.<br />
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We let her go on as many rides as she wanted, some she had been on, some she hadn't. Here's a video of her on "The Wonder Pets Fly Boat." Listen for her scream/giggle. It's awesome.<br />
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Then we went to and saw all the fishes at the Aquarium. I'm amazed at how much she loves those fishes. She asks everyday to go back and see them. I'm thinking about getting an annual pass to the one here in Boston and taking the train in once a week.<br />
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Then we went home and open presents and had cake. It was a really low key, but super fun day.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">bout a month ago I wanted to get my hair cut so bad! Not a trim, but a cut. This is the style I was thinking about. Remember?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Well, I totally chickened out. Then, on Friday night as I was looking through my google reader I came across <a data-mce-href="http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-haircuts-and-styles-and-ellie-g.html" href="http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-haircuts-and-styles-and-ellie-g.html" target="_blank">this post</a>. It's a guest post that Ellie G from <a data-mce-href="http://www.lesscakemorefrosting.com/" href="http://www.lesscakemorefrosting.com/" target="_blank">Less Cake {more frosting}</a> did for Hair Week over at <a data-mce-href="http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com" href="http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">I am Momma Hear Me Roar</a>. It's all about short hair styles and I loved them all!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">That night I dreamed of short hair cuts. Everyone had them - even me - and I LOVED it! The second I woke up I called my nearest salon and got the first appointment. I was going to take advantage of the love I still had for my dream hair while I could. I didn't want to chicken out again.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">I went in like this {I forgot to take a before picture, so here is the most recent picture I had of my hair down - we're <a data-mce-href="http://missydeardesigns.com/?p=217" href="http://missydeardesigns.com/?p=217" target="_blank">at the zoo</a>}. It's the longest it's been since I was 16!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Two hours later I walked out like this...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">I just let the stylist do what she wanted. She went darker {with blond and red peek-a-boo streaks in the front} and almost as short as I wanted. I think she got freaked out and thought I would hate her if she really went as short and I told her...like I didn't know what I was thinking, but I totally love it!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Our fun continued on Sunday, when our new neighbors invited us over for some dinner. He made us the most AMAZING smoked brisket and pork ribs I've ever had. It was sooo good! I mean look at it!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-261" data-mce-src="http://missydeardesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/smoker.png" src="http://missydeardesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/smoker.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="smoker" /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">And I just wanted to throw in this picture of Abbi that Brad took during dinner cuz I love it. She's so cute!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-259" data-mce-src="http://missydeardesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/abbi.png" src="http://missydeardesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/abbi.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="abbi" /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">To end the weekend off we had some homemade cheesecake {super yum, but I forgot a picture of it} than we sat on the cars in our driveway and watched the fireworks they were shooting at our local high school. We had a great view and the kids LOVED it.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-260" data-mce-src="http://missydeardesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/fireworks.png" src="http://missydeardesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/fireworks.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="fireworks" /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">All in all it was a great weekend! </div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-65435695038452803552011-06-19T21:04:00.000-06:002011-06-19T21:04:43.861-06:00Happy Birthday Abbi!!<div style="text-align: center;"><i>*Today, in addition to being Fathers Day (Happy Fathers Day!!!) it's Abbi's 3rd birthday. As I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep last night I was remembering what I was feeling exactly 3 years before. It's so surreal to think that it's already been that long! So in honor of that day, I thought I'd share a blog post I was asked to do as a guest post on another blog. She asked me to give my birthing story while she was on maternity leave. It was never used so I'll post it here.*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just have to say that I LOVED being pregnant!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Other than my already ridiculous motion sickness increasing by about 100% I felt fantastic! I was in the last semester at Utah State and this pregnancy came in very handy...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hey Babe. It snowed last night so all the sidewalks are icy. I'd hate to fall. How about I sleep in for a little bit, then you can drive me to my class and make it home in time to catch the bus?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">{sobbing angrily} "I'm sorry Mr. Dean of Humanities, but it's not my fault that you hired an idiot advisor who made me retake 2 classes I didn't even need in the first place and kept pushing back the one last class to fulfill my graduation requirement to my last semester...a semester in which it seems the class isn't even offered. I'm pregnant! Can't you see that! More schooling right now was not in my 5 year plan! You better do something to fix this or I will make sure every final project and presentation I have will inform the staff and student body about how incompetently their department is being run and...what's that? You'll just wave the class?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I really didn't milk it that much :) I really felt good and I loved every minute of it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved holding my husband's hand in the ultrasound room and finding out we were having a little girl. We were moving from "couple" to "family".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved feeling the first little fluttering kicks that quickly turned into noticeable jabs. I loved laying on the sofa with the remote on my belly just to watch it slowly wiggling to the floor from the restless movement.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved the look in my husbands eyes when he would tell people about our little "zygote", or explain the new games he was making up to play with her when she finally got here, or when he would sing to her in my belly as we fell asleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved it all except a brief moment in the 8th month.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Three days before my graduation ceremony we moved out of state(don't worry, I wasn't planning to walk anyway. Put my body with all it's 8 months preggo belly glory and the added cushion of endless pregnancy cravings into one of those gowns then walk gracefully across a stage in front of thousands? On legs that, by this point, seem to have forgotten that thighs end at your knees and do not continue all the way to your toes? And it was sure to be documented. I shudder just thinking about how those images would have turned out) away from family and friends, to a place I had never been so my husband could start his summer job working 15 hour days as the manager of a door-to-door sales team. We would only be gone 4 months, but during those 4 months I was going to have my first baby and have to learn to be a mom, seemingly all on my own.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I came to realize that I am extremely blessed. Not only did a few fabulous friends come out to work for my husband and keep me sane, but I had even more family and friends back home that I'm positive would have come out to visit even if we weren't offering a free place to stay in San Fransisco :) Over those four months I only had 3 weeks where an amazing woman or loved one wasn't there to teach me or keep me company. For that I am forever grateful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But now I'm getting ahead of myself. I kind of skipped over the whole point, the birth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my <a href="http://bradandmissy.blogspot.com/2008/06/room-22.html">husbands side of the story</a>, but I was asked to give mine, so that's what I'll do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On Wednesday, June 18th I had a doctors visit. My amazing SIL, who also happens to be my best friend since we were 4(we married brothers :) ), was visiting and I was getting worried that the baby wouldn't come before she left and my sister could get out to me and I would be all alone. The appointment went well. The doctor said all was as it should be, but decided to strip my membranes since I was already a day over due. After we left the doctors office Kristy and I had nothing else planned for the day so we met my husband for lunch at the Buca de Beppo in the mall across from the office (I'm sorry I had to put "strip my membranes" and "Buca de Bappo" in the same paragraph. May the mental connection be a fleeting one). Kristy and I then went home, chilled at the pool, and finished our time honored tradition for whenever we get together - watching the mini-series North and South.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">At 5:30 the next morning I started to get strong, regular contractions. My husband was on high alert. He was under the false pretense (due to extensive movie watching and my not realizing this was something that he would need to be corrected in) that once labor started the baby would be here within seconds. He had been secretly waiting for this moment for months...not just to meet our baby girl, but to speed through the city streets with no regard for traffic laws. When 20 minutes had passed and I still was not swearing and yelling at him to "Get the car now unless you want to deliver this baby yourself !" he became a little confused then crestfallen as I finally caught on and put him straight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I eventually decided we should head out and was admitted to the hospital by 7 am. I had wanted to hold out getting the epidural until the very last second, but after almost 2 hours of back labor I thought I was going to die, and no amount of "Self, be calm. Women have done this for thousands of years without drugs. You'll be fine." was helping because the cynic I share my mind with would immediately throw in there, "Yeah, but most of them either went on to do this at least 8 more times, or just died the first time." Which, to say the least, did nothing to help me relax.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, I caved and begged for every drug they could give me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By 9 am (and after 2 failed epidural placement attempts - the doc informed me that I didn't have enough back fat to guide the needle...at any other time I would have kissed that man for telling me that. Right then however, I just wanted to hit him) I was all settled and fast asleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This next part has been known to make some women hate me. Please don't. Over the next 5 hours I slept like the dead (excepting a 15 minute stretch when my water broke and the nurse had to check me). Brad watched a few episodes of 24, and Kristy caught up on some reading. It was heaven! Really, like the deepest, most rejuvenating sleep I'd had in the past 9 months.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But then came the work. I pushed for about an hour and a half before the doctor finally helped me out with a vacuum.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On June 19th, 2008 at 4:12 pm, Abigail Kay Harding was born. She was 7.2 lbs and 21 inches long.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought that I would be able to write more about the feelings that I had as she was born, but it is such a sacred, personal moment for me. That moment, when I bacame a mother for the first time, I was deliriously happy. My little Abbi was finally here. I could finally see her. Smell her. Hear her. Hold her. She was beautiful! Perfect! At that moment my heart grew as the love I had for my little family (I love that word) expanded.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">These past three years of motherhood have been the hardest, dirtiest,most tiring years of my life. But they have also equally been the happiest, funnest, most growing and rewarding years.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the trip I did not take;</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the pearls I cannot buy;</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are my blue Italian lake;</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are my piece of foreign sky.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Anne Campell</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-50784246667547214282011-06-18T21:46:00.001-06:002011-06-18T21:47:58.268-06:00I'm blogging and it hasn't even been a month since my last post?!?<div style="text-align: center;">We have been crazy busy since we've been here in Minnesota and I love it! Here's what a typical week for us looks like...</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Monday's I go to the gym and try to get some SYTYC blogging done. Abbi loves going to the gym. Their "kids korner" is really fun and there are always kids for her to play with. It's way more fun for her than for me :)</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Abbi and I go to Toddler Tuesday's at the Mall of America every - wait for it - Tuesday. We go with two of my friends from the ward that have little girls Abbi's age and we usually hit up the aquarium then too since it's in the mall and we all have annual passes. A week or so ago they had some Cirque du Soleil acrobats there for pictures and taught the kids how to do stretches. They also had little clown noses for the kids.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wednesday is ward play date day. There are a BILLION parks around here so we're trying to go to a different one every week. I've heard that the ward also has a play date group that goes to the beach every week. I'm sure we will be attending that one too. I try to get to the gym sometime, too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's story time at the library on Thursday. I don't have any pictures for the library yet, but it. is. awesome. There's a big arboretum with a waterfall and a huge indoor playground. We go with the same ward friends to this one too.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">When we first moved here and were living in the hotel, Brad got us our gym passes and also signed us up for personal training. We each meet with them once a week. Brad needs help strengthening the muscles around his knee from his injury and I'm just to lazy to get a good workout unless I have someone watching me or checking up on me during the week. So Friday morning is my training day. I'm pretty much dead for the rest of the day so we just hang out at home.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">We have the most fun on Saturday's. It's the day Brad is home with us so we try to go out and explore. Last weekend we went to Como Zoo. It's a free zoo only about 10 minutes away. When I heard there was a free zoo I wasn't too excited about it. I mean the one in Logan is fun, but nothing to really get excited about, but this one is awesome! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They had seals (and even had a seal show), giraffes, polar bears, lions, zebera's, all sorts of monkey's...it was on par with Hogle Zoo.We went the the Maughans, our next door neighbors, who have two girls about Abbi's age. It was a blast.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/?action=view&current=zoopeople.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/zoopeople.png" /></a></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-35398794190903376592011-05-30T18:13:00.000-06:002011-05-30T18:13:46.536-06:00Goings on as of lateWell, it has been forever since I did a real post here on the blog. I have a ton of catching up to do so today you get to hear a little bit (very little bit) about our May. Well, as much of it as I took pictures of at least. It's been crazy...<br />
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BJ and Kennie got married on the 7th.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sign outside our door. We were the only ones staying at the Inn that night.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since we were the only ones there, this is the best picture of the two of us I could get.</td></tr>
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We took Abbi to the Zoo for the first time. She was terrified most of the time. But she loved the carousel and riding Grandpa's shoulders.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were robotic dinosaurs that freaked Abbi out right at the beginning and she never really calmed down the rest of the time we were there.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The few moments that Abbi was in the process of a nervous break down where while she was riding the wolf on the carousel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She calmed down a little bit to ride on Grandpa's shoulders too.</td></tr>
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My little brother David got home from his first tour of duty in Iraq on the 14th. I'm so unbelievably proud of him. <br />
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I'm sure you all know this, but Brad got a new job and we moved to Minnesota on the 15th. Since our apartment wasn't ready yet we explored St. Paul a little bit...mostly the Mall of America. They have an aquarium there that Abbi loved. We got an annual pass so it will be a place we frequent I'm sure.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abbi loved the starfish touch pool.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She also thought the jelly fish were fascinating.</td></tr>
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Today we had a ward Memorial Day Picnic. It was fun to meet some of our new ward members.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She may hove found a new best friend in Miss. Brown. They spent the whole time together.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/?action=view&current=memday-5.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/memday-5.jpg" width="428" /></a></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-45476068213550229282011-04-19T16:05:00.000-06:002011-04-19T16:05:28.308-06:00Opinions Please<div style="text-align: center;">So I have really been considering cutting my hair for a long time now. And by cut my hair, I mean CUT my hair. Something like this...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you think? Could I pull it off? Should I do it?</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-62929203519276086362011-03-08T18:49:00.000-07:002011-03-08T18:49:02.498-07:00My New Assistant<div style="text-align: center;">I took some pictures over the weekend and took Brad as my assistant. I think this picture is so funny! He has my posing idea book out and is trying to position them just right. And you can kinda just see a black bag there on his arm. He may try to convince you it's a man bag. That would be a lie. It's a big, ruffly, frilly purse.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you babe!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/?action=view&current=5th-3107.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="640" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/5th-3107.jpg" width="428" /></a></div></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-85329365518364848722011-02-20T12:59:00.002-07:002011-02-20T16:37:59.312-07:00Brian Regan and the Hardings<div style="text-align: center;">Every year for Christmas Brad's parents get all the siblings tickets to go see a play or show or something like that. This year they got tickets for us to see Brian Regan, who was in Logan this weekend. It just also happened to be BJ's birthday! It was such a fun night. We had a lasagna dinner while the kids played before we took off for the show. I laughed so hard my chest was hurting. I couldn't breath. Really.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you John & Lorie!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday BJ!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*Here are a few pictures from the evening in no particular order.*</i></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abbi loved sitting at the glass door and playing with the cat on the other side.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at what a stud Calvin is.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Make a wish!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hannah and Calvin get along really well. Abbi and Ethan have more of a love-hate relationship.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BJ got an arm wrestling contest against Jeff.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brighton may have been giving Uncle BJ an unfair advantage.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abbi loves BJ and Kennie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The newest Harding - Brayden Paul. He was born a few days before Christmas.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We got to meet BJ's girlfriend Kennie tonight. She is really fun. I'm pretty sure she's too good for him :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-33339522933320931242011-02-14T11:02:00.000-07:002011-02-14T11:02:08.334-07:00A Bitter Sweet WeekWe had a sad, but sweet week last week. On the afternoon of Sunday, February 6 my Grandma McFarlin passed away. She was 89 years old and had been suffering from Alzheimers, so it was a sweet thing. We had a lot of family fly and drive out for the funeral which was this past Thursday. Here are a few of the pictures from her internment services in Mt. Pleasant Utah.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Scott & Aunt Diane & family</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was a park across the street. This is Abbi telling me it's ok for her to go as she walks away.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the dedicatory prayer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful casket for a beautiful woman.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-63985952598438617162011-01-13T22:55:00.001-07:002011-01-13T22:56:18.612-07:00Day 16 - A Photo of My Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/?action=view&current=IMG_1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="426" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/IMG_1600.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Aren't we so cute???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(and I realize I skipped day 15, I'm not sure what is on my bucket list and I don't really want to think one up right now :) )</span></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-9820770434310152482011-01-11T22:41:00.001-07:002011-02-13T10:28:51.047-07:00Day 14 - Your Dream House<div style="text-align: center;">Funny that this would be the question today. There is a new community being built in NSL that I would really like to live in. It's not my dream house by a long shot, but it's better than a lot of that beige sameness stuff out there right now.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And I would give you pictures of the inside, but then the post would be WAY too long. But here's a bedroom I like (<a href="http://theletteredcottage.net/">from here</a>, I wouldn't mind if the inside of my house looked like theirs).</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/?action=view&current=bedroom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt267/thinkurcrafty/family%20blog/bedroom.jpg" /></a></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-89696393089393257282011-01-10T22:31:00.002-07:002011-01-13T22:58:07.838-07:00Day 13 - What did you do today?<div style="text-align: center;">My brother Matt got a job offer the other day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">yay!</span> in the Philippines <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">boo!</span>. The thing is, they want him there by the 25th <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">eek!</span> so I've been helping him pack and clean out his house. Abbi has loved going over to Uncle Matt's house, climbing up on the counter and looking pretty. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And climbing up onto empty boxes and getting stuck.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We're going to miss him so much, I don't really want to think about the whole he's moving half way around the world and may only be coming back for short visits for the rest of my life. Lame.</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05053142237536075483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574613137803195210.post-39879291649038712502011-01-09T22:26:00.000-07:002011-01-13T22:31:44.417-07:00Day 12 - A Favorite QuoteI'm not sure I have a favorite quote, but I saw this in <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/FerntreeStudio?ref=ls_profile">this etsy shop</a> the other day and I like it, and it's from one of my favorite books :) It would be great in a library or on a bedside table.<br />
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