tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525535909570502972024-03-13T01:15:11.769-07:00Ames (Because there is usually another Amy around)Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-46039401362328345752014-03-11T07:19:00.000-07:002014-03-11T07:19:37.752-07:00My kids are entertaining....Kaylie: Mommy, do you think it would be scary if Brynlee ate a bug?<br />
Amy: Yes!<br />
K: Well, I don't think it would be that scary because I've heard some people say that they ate bugs.<br />
A: Well, would you want to eat bugs?<br />
K: No, but I would like to touch every kind of bug that doesn't sting me. Actually, some bugs touch me. When we were camping, I thought there was a leaf on my leg. I looked down and it was a lady bug. Except, it was a little weird because it had yellow on its thorax. Do you know what a thorax is?<br />
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<i>Seriosuly, she's in first grade and she's teaching me about a thorax?!?!</i><br />
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Amy: Kaylie, I have to tell you something a little bit sad. Benjamin (the boy at church that she loves and chases around) is going to be moving away. <i> </i><br />
Kaylie: Aww..... Oh well, I have two other boyfriends.<br />
A: Oh, really? Who?<br />
K: Adam and Carter (boys in her class at school).<br />
A: Do they know that they are your boyfriends?<br />
K: Well Adam knows, but Carter doesn't. I guess I should tell him.<br />
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Myla: Is today tomorrow?<br />
Amy: Well, today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow.<br />
Myla: Uhhh, but is today tomorrow?<br />
<i>This conversation happens frequently and I still don't really know how to handle it. </i> <br />
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Amy: Myla, we're going to go to Grammy's tomorrow.<br />
Myla: Is tomorrow the day after today?<br />
A: Yes, the day after today.<br />
<i>Yes, more time issues with Myla. </i><br />
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I called the family outside one evening to look at the weird clouds as a storm was rolling in. Myla says "I hope a tomato doesn't come!"<br />
Then, when inside:<br />
Myla: Can we put on the news?<br />
Me: Oh, you want to watch the weather to see if a tornado is coming?<br />
Myla: Yeah, b/c I don't want to get dead. <br />
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Myla's language:<br />
<i>"Be-sketti" </i>Spaghetti<br />
"<i>Hosti-bust-al" </i>Hospital<br />
"<i>Tooshie pop" </i>TootsiePop<br />
"<i>Gobbles" </i>Goggles<br />
"<i>Glubs" </i>Gloves<br />
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<br />Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-10929114289528862782014-02-23T16:50:00.001-08:002014-02-23T16:50:10.989-08:007/52: Animal KingdomWe went to Disney the first time shortly after Kaylie turned five. Myla was too young to remember and was scared of almost everything. Since Myla was turning five this year we decided to skip the birthday party and purchase the Florida Resident three day deal. This weekend we went to Animal Kingdom and it was Brynlee's turn to cry on almost every ride. We had quite a bit of rain, but luckily missed the two big downpours. We started out on the Safari ride and lucked out with a great view of the lions and lot of time with the giraffes. Unfortunately, our favorite show from last time (Lion King) was shut down, but Finding Nemo was also one of our favorites and we really enjoyed that (except for Brynlee of course). We also enjoyed a few more rides and some fantastic ice cream. We really got lucky with timing when we happened upon the end (insert: best part) of the parade and happened to be near where the Meet and Greet with Mickey and Minnie was that had no line due to the parade. We waited approximately 3 minutes, without FastPasses!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a great view of the lions. Glad we went on this ride first!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaylie kept wandering off to look at stuff. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brynlee was unimpressed with the lines. </td></tr>
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Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-62946361418622825132014-02-23T16:23:00.001-08:002014-02-23T16:23:34.890-08:006/52: Myla turns 5!I cannot believe that Myla is FIVE! Next year she will be in Kindergarten and I will have two school-aged children. We had a little trouble getting a "party" together for her due to our busy schedules and a lot of friends and family being sick. We eventually threw together some cupcakes and had her BFF Tessa over for a few minutes just to blow out candles and eat a cupcake. The girls proceeded to make messes of themselves.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She kept saying, "Momma, Bite!" She was trying to avoid getting frosting on her hands. </td></tr>
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Happy Birthday Myla Rae!Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-23400815708849564222014-02-23T16:02:00.002-08:002014-02-23T16:02:33.882-08:005/52<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So, I'm not sure how long it will last. For now, I will try to make up
for lost time. I'm not really positive that these pictures were taken in
the correct week, but we'll go with it. </td><td style="text-align: center;"> </td><td style="text-align: center;"></td><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2cn8Tk68jclSdNbNtT7092jAYT2uONp6gViTwQlxnZAUepU67LEu6vJKV72CnptRXnMw3sTG4pxcaCiEuEvNaDdtHVw6UzYh86FkwgM6GkvbrGwt0PHQsf7C-useBtL0yburX0F3TlgH/s1600/DSCN0258.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brynlee loves playing on Kaylie's bed. She also loves trying on hats. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Myla loves everything Kaylie loves, so she loves Minecraft too. She was crying the other night when it was time for bed because she wanted to play "for a long time". </td></tr>
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<br />Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-80800754727713242752014-01-31T14:45:00.002-08:002014-01-31T14:45:31.341-08:003/52I'm a little late with this post because......well, life happens. <br />
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Brynlee loves copying others. She saw me taking pictures and then grabbed her play camera, said "eese" and pretended to take my picture. <br />
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Kaylie and Myla really are best friends now. They usually play very well together. They sat here the other day coloring together for a long time. At one point, Kaylie was teaching Myla to draw Killer Whales. Shocker, I know. <br />
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So, here we are on the second week of the photo project. <br />
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I cut Myla's hair last night. She's pretty happy with it and so am I. I always cut more of her off than I plan to and it always turns out pretty well. <br />
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Kaylie's face would be stuck in some form of electronics if I let her. Confession: (in case you didn't already know this about me) I'm not as good as limiting screen time as I should be. <br />
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Brynlee loves to put stuff on that belongs to her sisters. Usually, it's shoes, but this time it was a bike helmet. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-3984538248264474032014-01-12T12:40:00.002-08:002014-01-12T12:40:12.087-08:00And so we begin, Adventures of 2014: 1/52I have totally failed at posting on my blog in months, and now I'm starting a project where I post every week. I was totally inspired when I read <a href="http://simplybeffie.blogspot.com/2014/01/152.html">Beth's blog</a>. She is posting four pictures every week of 2014: <b>"something I ate, something I wore, something I made, and something I explore(d)</b>". That seemed a little bit difficult considering my hectic life. Luckily, the blog that inspired her was more in line with the chaos in the Adams household. The <a href="http://bleubirdblog.com/category/life/the-52-project/">52-project</a> for her was to capture of a picture of each of her kids each week. This is right up my alley.<br />
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I literally debated on if I should start this project because I was going to have to start late. Luckily, Beth convinced me to do it and so mine will just run one extra week into 2015.<br />
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Kaylie is <i>obsessed </i>with Killer Whales. <i> </i>Notice her shirt. I picked it out because it reminded me of a killer whale. Literally, her life revolves around killer whales. She loves to snuggle with her stuffed whales, learn about killer whales, etc. <br />
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Brynlee loves to play with people. I was crawl-chasing her around the room, trying to extract the giggles that light up my life. I remembered the challenge I had started and quickly grabbed the camera to capture that sweet smile. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-75910171288622022002013-06-06T08:34:00.000-07:002013-06-06T08:34:47.249-07:00Big StepsThe big steps I'm going to talk about are not Brynlee's, but steps that our family is making together. First, a little background story. We made the decision to leave Bethel almost 4 years ago. We started "church shopping" and "small group shopping". We knew that the small group atmosphere is really what the Lord wanted for us. We found such a wonderful small group. We knew the first week that was where the Lord wanted us. We were with them for 2 years. We started out attending Woodland because the group was through them, but when the group split off, it was time for us to go also.<br />
Our first time going to Cornerstone was the last time the current pastor was going to be preaching. We loved the church from the beginning. It was the right size for us (big enough to have diversity and small enough that we could still feel like we were part of a church family). It took us a little bit to say out loud that Cornerstone was our church, but it came eventually. Just when we were ready to start really getting involved I got pregnant with Brynlee. Then, everything except the necessities got put on hold. We were really bad at attending church on a regular basis and therefore took a step back in getting involved in the church.<br />
After Brynlee was born, we jumped back into things pretty quickly. Over the course of that summer, we really felt that the Lord was telling us that we needed to focus on really becoming part of the church and not just attenders. Our neighbors, the Hershbergers, had been so great to us while I was pregnant and they were interested in starting a new small group in the fall. It turned out to be perfect! The kids are at one house, the adults at the other, and we take turns watching the kids. It was hard for us to leave our old small group, but it has really helped us become more committed to the church. The group has really hit it off and become close quickly. I love them! <br />
Due to the timing of things and my pregnancy, we kept missing out on some of the steps to become members. Recently, we finally got everything worked out and took the last steps to make it official. Sunday, April 28, 2013 we officially became members of Cornerstone. Our three girls were all baptized.<br />
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I want to explain what the baptisms meant to us (mostly because 4 years ago I would have been completely confused by it, so I'm sure I have someone out there wondering what in the world we are doing). The baptisms do not signify that the girls have been "saved" or anything like that. It is basically a baby dedication, but a little bit more meaningful and descriptive. Due to the fact that Justin and I are members and believers, our children are being accepted into God's family. That means that they will be raised in the church and we are committing to teach them about the Lord. I'm really excited to see how the Lord will be using us at part of the Cornerstone family in the future. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-53563939538351973932013-05-03T18:53:00.004-07:002013-05-03T18:53:58.623-07:00Our Three BlessingsI'm sorry, but this post might not be very interesting. I'm just going to try to write down what the girls are up to these days. <br />
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Kaylie: These days, Kaylie has been such a great kid. She is getting perfect scores in school and she's simply astounding us with her thirst for knowledge. She loves to read and learn about animals. She is totally in love with killer whales. Kaylie actually came out of her room the other day, picked up Brynlee, and said "Brynlee come play with us!" and took her into their room. It's so nice to see them enjoying each other. Kaylie has really been enjoying playing soccer with Upward. She scored a goal at the first game and has been doing very well. Her after school enrichment class at Rowlett this semester is tap dance. She seems to like it, but doesn't really practice at home. Kaylie seems to have a lot of boyfriends and loves to make the boys giggle by blowing them kisses. We could be in trouble in a couple years. She loves to be the center of attention and is often times pretty entertaining. <br />
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Myla: I'm wondering when the whining/crying will be over. When I get ready to run to the store, Myla will ask to go with me and then say "I promise I won't whine and complain". She's not very good at keeping her promise. Myla is at the stage where she makes a lot of messes and then cries and complains about how hard it is to clean up. However, she is very sweet and caring to others. The other day she picked out a "boy movie" because she knew that Kaylie would like to watch it. She loves to make "gift cards" for others. She has been practicing drawing hearts a lot. I had been working on writing her name, but she had been fighting me, so I gave up. Recently, she suddenly learned how to write her name and loves to write it on all of her artwork. Myla is EXTREMELY shy! She will not talk to people if anyone else besides that person is listening. After we see people she will be talking the whole way home about why she was "shy to them" and how she won't be shy next time. The other day at the doctor she was very willing to open her mouth so the DR could look in her throat, but was too shy to say "Ahhhhhh". Myla loves everything girlie. She wears a dress or skirt just about every day. She often wears her high heels, even to play outside or go to the grocery store. Myla was the flower girl at Beth and Zach's wedding and at Alex and Eric's wedding. She definitely loved it and seemed to come alive on the wedding days. Maybe we have a future wedding planner? or wedding dress designer? <br />
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Brynlee: I can't believe Brynlee is one year old already. This year has flown by! She is such a great baby! At bedtime, she doesn't need a bottle or rocking or anything. We just put her in her pajamas, give her her blanket and pacifier and lay her down in her crib. She usually doesn't even cry and just goes to sleep. Most nights she will sleep from 8:00 to at least 6:30 (sometimes 7:00). Nap times are a little bit harder, because if you want her to sleep for longer than 20 minutes you need to rock her to sleep and hold her. Brynlee is very close to walking. She probably could take a few steps, but she doesn't think that she can and won't even try. She cruises and crawls everywhere. She is very curious and likes to get into everything. She LOVES to play with her sisters. She also loves to play in the toy room, but I don't trust her in there by herself for very long. Brynlee is definitely a momma's girl. She always wants me to hold her when there are other people around. If I'm not around and some one else is holding her she's usually fine. However, the second she sees me, she cries for me. She is not talking at all, which hopefully just means that she will be very smart. She is very expressive though and really lets us know what she wants and what she's thinking. <br />
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Time sure flies and I can't believe how fast my little girls are growing up. I love them each so very much and I cherish my time with them. God has truly blessed our family. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-47900943120965511192013-02-16T18:44:00.003-08:002013-02-16T18:44:52.033-08:00DIY Lollipop Valentine's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I was "researching" on Pinterest for Myla's Birthday and came across DIY
Lollipop Valentines that were butterflies. I found a link for the free
printable <a href="http://www.montcomom.com/2011/02/super-cute-diy-valentines-day-ideas.html">here</a>.
I used colored card stock and tootsie pops (because they are peanut
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> As we were counting out the googly eyes (which I bought at the dollar store), we realized two things. 1) We didn't have enough googly eyes of the same size for all 30 valentines and 2) Boys don't like pink butterfles! Then we were laughing at how one of the large googly eyes took up the entire lollipop and (insert sound of light bulb turning on over our heads). We can make alien/monster valentines for the boys! So, I started working with it and created this: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of course, this wasn't quite enough. I also realized that Kaylie would have nowhere to write "From Kaylie" on this. Luckily, my friend(and my husbands cousin), <a href="http://simplybeffie.blogspot.com/">Beth Jones</a>, just so happens to be very talented in design and just about everything artistic. She also has a fantastic blog! Thankfully, I had spent a bit of time folding paper cranes for her beautiful wedding. In a matter of minutes she had created legs/tentacles for the valentines: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After all of this hard work, Kaylie woke up Valentine's Day with a fever. She begged to go to school, but I had to keep her home. We attempted to just hand deliver the valentines, but the school secretary wouldn't let us past the front desk since she was sick. We were both disappointed, but I called the teacher and she told me that they were a big hit. </span></div>
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Let's be honest, there is not really winter in Florida. I thought it
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sleeves. Oops. However, it has been super nice weather this past week. Perfect for playing outside. Luckily, Kaylie had a 4 day weekend from school, so we had the perfect opportunity to get together with friends. I grew up with the Johns family. I was at their house often, they were at mine, our parents were good friends, etc. Hanna has been my friend since we were very little and we call each other cousins. So, this past Monday all of the "Johns" children joined us at the park. We see each other pretty often, but not usually with allllll of the kids. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to get all of them in a picture together. </div>
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Despite all of the craziness of that picture taking attempt, the kids had a great time!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brynlee and Landon are exactly one week apart. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He is just so cute and always happy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to put the lunch box in there so that she didn't lean forward and choke herself on the swing. </td></tr>
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Yesterday, I told Myla we could run to the library. On the way I realized it was closed (they have really weird hours), so we made a quick stop at Jigg's Landing. This is the location of Kaylie's 6th Birthday Party and the family pictures that Ashlie took. It's about one minute from our house. It was so beautiful. Also, it was nice because Brynlee could get down and roll around on the fake grass or go in the baby swing. So, today we took our lunch there to eat a picnic and play for a bit. It was beautiful!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She is still trying to figure out those puff things. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">God's creation was our view!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She gave up on the puffs and went for Myla's lunch. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This girl LOVES the swing. Like seriously LOVES it!</td></tr>
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I have really been enjoying taking the time to have fun with the girls and breathe in a little bit of God's creation this week. I hope that Myla can look back and remember having fun with her mom and her sister. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-74073238910410116782013-01-23T11:09:00.000-08:002013-01-23T11:09:06.369-08:00Craftiness<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have really enjoyed being at home this year. I have had time for things that I haven't had time for in quite awhile. For example, I cleaned out the pantry and the toy room, had multiple play-dates, and lately, actually created things off of pinterest! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My latest find has been the tutorials on felt flowers. They are super easy! I used many different tutorials and combined some of them to create different versions, but I believe I found them all through Pinterest. I have used the felt flowers to create headbands and barrettes. When doing some of my experiments, I decided to use some of the weird colors of felt that came in my package. </span><br />
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These are rolled roses. I think they are the easiest to make/hardest to mess up!<br />
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This wasn't too hard to make and I think the second go around would turn out a lot better. <br />
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I was very happy with how Brynlee's headbands turned out. I plan on making quite a few more another time now that I know what flowers I like and how to make them. Overall, it has been fun and worthwhile!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-11850720617297729472013-01-19T17:49:00.001-08:002013-01-19T17:49:35.829-08:00Brynlee's RoomIn honor of Brynlee turning 9 months old today, I decided it was time to finally finish decorating her room. I have been really close to finishing for a few months now. I'm awful at coming very close to completing projects and then taking forever to add the finishing touches. <br />
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This is what her room looked like before (about a year ago):<br />
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This was Myla's room before and I didn't even really bother to clean the room since they are "before" pictures anyways. Brynlee's was the first nursery that I really got to decorate. I had a lot of fun doing it (even if it took me forever!) I used Pinterest for quite a few projects. They were all fairly simple, but really helped add to the room. <br />
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<br />Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-21686701418952609742013-01-12T05:25:00.001-08:002013-01-12T05:32:34.557-08:00Where did my babies go?It is starting to sink in that children grow up way too fast. I want to remember this time later when the girls are fighting over clothes, makeup, and boys. I'm going to give an overview of the stage of life each girl is in right now. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQuU4fHj1UdLD3kWhTuWVCmQr49JeXbnzWha1RYFPH7MRIDU6Ec4T41wbhMSX_F_Bq3S93Jav9CNM1gdLI5cGAXAsqftN36OdzJwwUcl3XNrRSGBxvH1Zj9BC4bcwlz0fFqqPPrB9HpG1/s1600/kaylie1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQuU4fHj1UdLD3kWhTuWVCmQr49JeXbnzWha1RYFPH7MRIDU6Ec4T41wbhMSX_F_Bq3S93Jav9CNM1gdLI5cGAXAsqftN36OdzJwwUcl3XNrRSGBxvH1Zj9BC4bcwlz0fFqqPPrB9HpG1/s320/kaylie1.jpg" width="212" /></a>Kaylie turned SEVEN! She's in 1st grade at Rowlett Elementary and is doing extremely well. She has been getting the highest grades possible in every category and excelling in her daily behavior (minus the day when Kaylie pushed a girl because Kaylie thought she pulled her hair....oops!) She is reading chapter books like crazy (including Magic Tree House and Boxcar Children). She is almost always acing her spelling tests that include words like <i>yesterday, injury, furnace, purpose, </i>etc. She is kind, helpful, <strike>manipulative </strike>smart, and funny. She continually makes us laugh. She is learning that she needs to be able to play with girl toys if she wants girls to be her friends. Kaylie is slowly starting to admit that she likes Myla and enjoys playing with her. She still seems to be a little bit clueless when it comes to social awareness and manners. She is not intentionally rude or selfish; she is just not aware of what she should be doing in certain situations. As my mom would say, "We're working on that!"<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YvWv3oy08evHMJK3T2x1OSfH3-oRxtEkGvabgldTeZ89IMG5wwgP3SERKDr7rBLb8rDvaCdLEBEKCnnk3byeRIBzq6w4aokLeLImVCj8s9MIb1aV3cXZ0xFErVjacn-y4zHCZSl_TGSc/s1600/DSC_0678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YvWv3oy08evHMJK3T2x1OSfH3-oRxtEkGvabgldTeZ89IMG5wwgP3SERKDr7rBLb8rDvaCdLEBEKCnnk3byeRIBzq6w4aokLeLImVCj8s9MIb1aV3cXZ0xFErVjacn-y4zHCZSl_TGSc/s320/DSC_0678.jpg" width="320" /></a>Kaylie is constantly amazing us with her large vocabulary. The other day she said, "Mommy, I must be a carnivore because whenever there is meat on my plate, I eat all of that first!" Kaylie is convinced that she is going to marry Benjamin Hamm when she grows up. At church she is constantly chasing him and I even had to tell her that it was not appropriate for her to be trying to kiss boys. He eats up the attention, but insists that he does not want to marry her. It's all pretty entertaining. Kaylie has been a great big sister and a loving daughter. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCb239Rlql2XKg0NTexZ4ivENkiDw27TL6FQLRWw-T-f42neZiWAzzjpzrGDij2Izld7d311TwCyE68VuuanySNPcmS_SJrCFmQRtdM3ExMK6WFDYCqGTGMamgay6F5bamMb_cel0zlofK/s1600/mylaamy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCb239Rlql2XKg0NTexZ4ivENkiDw27TL6FQLRWw-T-f42neZiWAzzjpzrGDij2Izld7d311TwCyE68VuuanySNPcmS_SJrCFmQRtdM3ExMK6WFDYCqGTGMamgay6F5bamMb_cel0zlofK/s320/mylaamy.jpg" width="320" /></a>Myla is 3 1/2 and is staying home with me this year. She still talks about her friends at school and I think she will very excited when she can return to Community Christian next year for VPK. Myla is the complete opposite of Kaylie in just about every way. Myla is very receptive to moods and the dynamics of a room. My favorite line of hers has been when Kaylie starts crying. Myla will immediately come to me with a concerned look on her face and say, "What's wrong with my stister?!?!" She also seems to almost always be right when figuring out why Brynlee is crying. She definitely has a better record than Justin and Kaylie.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkJtReKoYh_f0qMtiev_q1LK99G2IH79lH653Ows1ZkhzWC75akcmr9IzBT0CiIbfAwhu1GDIvM907HPusk_Ptw6XmWkzVkGyLD4YFSREsjdJgYq5Zp5ALMPJxAQk-FmS3B3ZbRGy8KFI/s1600/mylaflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkJtReKoYh_f0qMtiev_q1LK99G2IH79lH653Ows1ZkhzWC75akcmr9IzBT0CiIbfAwhu1GDIvM907HPusk_Ptw6XmWkzVkGyLD4YFSREsjdJgYq5Zp5ALMPJxAQk-FmS3B3ZbRGy8KFI/s320/mylaflower.jpg" width="240" /></a>Myla is learning what sounds the letter make and refuses to continue when she gets to the letter "L" because she knows she can't make that sound well. Myla still struggles with whining, crying, and being shy. She is slowly starting to grow out of the shyness. When there is a large crowd she clams up and later will tell me, "There are too many peoples". My mom says that there are MANY ways that she is exactly like me as a child. However, one of the ways that she is completely different is her appetite. She will eat just about anything. She loves fruit and eats many vegetables. She always asks for everyone's pickles and the other day ate a stack of walnuts. Myla still loves to cuddle with me and is very loving. <br />
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I feel so blessed to call these girls my daughters. I am honored that the Lord would trust us to raise them. I hope that we can continue to teach them about the Lord and how to live their lives in a way that honors Him. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-70401535813658837522012-12-07T18:37:00.004-08:002012-12-07T18:37:57.590-08:00Homemade Baby Food: Epic FailI have been trying a lot of new things recently. This partly due to staying at home, partly to choosing to live off of one income, and partly due to Pinterest. I have been crafting quite a bit and made my own laundry detergent. My new adventure is attempting to make baby food.<br />
Brynlee recently starting eating some baby food. I realized that while the prepackaged foods are convenient, they are a bit pricey. <i>$1 for two servings of carrots or $1 for a whole bag of carrots? </i><br />
Our blender started smelling like something burning the last time we used it. So, the logical thing to do was to buy a Ninja on Thanksgiving night. I'm actually glad I did. I was attempting to save it for Christmas so that Justin would have something to wrap for me to open. But, last night I was cooking carrots for dinner and I thought it was the perfect opportunity!<br />
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I set aside some carrots before I lathered mine in brown sugar and butter. Then, I busted out the Ninja. (By the way, the Ninja is not a toy like my mother thought. It is similar to a magic bullet.)<br />
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It worked great at pureeing those carrots! I was quite excited and proud of myself when I put them in the fridge for the next day.<br />
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Just remember, pride comes before the fall.<br />
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The next morning I was feeling pretty confident, so I mashed up some banana in Brynlee's cereal. It took a total of about 30 seconds and no extra dishes!<br />
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It seemed to go pretty well at first, but then she got a few larger chunks of banana and didn't care for that at all. She wouldn't finish her cereal. <br />
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Then, lunch time came. I was ready! I spooned some of the carrots into a bowl, heated them up, got Brynlee situated and even got the camera ready. I gave her a bite....and she made the most awful face. <i> </i><br />
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<i>Ok, she just needs to get used to it. </i><br />
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<i> </i>I tried another bite...same reaction. I tried a few more bites and it just got worse. <br />
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She started gagging like crazy, so I gave up. I gave her the packaged baby food carrots and she gobbled it up.<br />
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So, my first day of homemade baby food:<br />
Attempt #1: Semi-fail<br />
Attempt #2: Epic Fail<br />
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I will try again tomorrow after I mash things up more and add more water. <br />
<br />Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-790829862419130642012-12-07T18:30:00.001-08:002012-12-07T18:30:38.309-08:00My Full Time JobEvery day something will happen and I will think "I'm so glad I'm not pregnant right now and I have Brynlee". Also, something else will make me think "I am so glad I am at home, not working this year!" I have been so much more available emtionally, physically, and mentally to my girls. Monday after school Kaylie and I went for a quick walk around the block and she told me all about her day! (That would not have happened last year for multiple reasons: I was pregnant, the weather was always hot, Kaylie wouldn't have remembered anything to tell me, I would have been working, etc.<br />
Of course, staying at home is also challenging. I often wonder how I got everything done while I was working because I am so BUSY! I'm always cleaning, hauling Kaylie to and from the bus, feeding the baby, feeding Myla, cleaning up some more, going to church, grocery shopping, it goes on and on.<br />
One of the biggest challenges has obviously been finances. I have been working hard to use coupons, shop wisely, not shop, use our food wisely, etc. Also, I made my own laundry detergent! It was a lot easier than I thought, but I did make the dry kind. It doesn't look like anything special and it doesn't seem to do anything when you add it to the water in the machine. But, how much of suds that are created by store bought detergent are just to make us feel like the soap is really working well? Honestly, the only differences I can tell so far is that the clothes don't have a strong, pretty smell when they come out (which there are recipes for detergent that can give you that) and I am saving a ton of money. I guess time will tell if I need to try a different recipe or if the dry one works. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-13778682930792060422012-10-30T18:57:00.002-07:002012-10-30T18:57:52.031-07:00"Are you kidding me?"I really enjoy sleeping in my bed for many hours at one time. With three children, this does not always happen. Last night was one of those times. It has been cold here the past couple of days (and by cold I mean we could turn the AC off and the fan on and sleep comfortably), which means it's harder to get out of bed.<br />
I don't know exactly what time I went to bed, but I would guess somewhere around 11. I'm sure I was sleeping great, but then.....<br />
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3:35 am Brynlee wakes up<br />
3:38 I pull myself out of bed to get her<br />
3:40 I rock Brynlee for awhile<br />
3:47 I lay Brynlee down in her crib, asleep<br />
3:55 I finally get comfortable in my bed again<br />
3:58 Brynlee wakes up again and I repeat the process<br />
4:10 I finally get comfortable in my bed AGAIN<br />
4:12 Brynlee wakes up AGAIN<br />
4:15 I give Brynlee gas medicine and start rocking<br />
4:22 I try to lay Brynlee down and she wakes back up<br />
4:25 I put Brynlee in the swing<br />
4:36 I attempt to put Brynlee in her crib, she wakes up<br />
4:38 I put Brynlee back in the swing (at this point I have basically given up and brought my pillow out to the couch to sleep)<br />
4:52 Brynlee falls alseep in swing and I finally get comfortable on the couch<br />
4:55 Myla comes out and says "Mommy I don't like it when you close my door" (which I specifically did so that she wouldn't wake up.....fail!)<br />
4:57 Myla: "Mommy, can you put on cartoons?" Me: NO!<br />
5:00 Brynlee wakes up, Me:"Are you kidding me?"<br />
5:02 I officially give up on sleep and feed Brynlee<br />
5:38 I lay Brynlee down in the crib and finally go to bed<br />
5:39 Justin has stolen all of the covers (the next morning he asked, "Why did you choke me with the covers?!?! You had a look in your eyes like you were doing it intentionally!")<br />
5:41 I'm finally comfortable, in my bed, with covers, and falling asleep<br />
6:15 Justin's alarm goes off<br />
6:42 I remind Justin that he needs to actually get out of bed to go to work (remember how "cold" it is)<br />
6:55 My alarm goes off to get Kaylie ready for school<br />
7:05 Me: "Oh Man! We're going to be late!"<br />
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Oh the joys of having multiple small children. (Ok so they really are joys, just not quite as much at 4 am)<br />
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<br />Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-76537263824763966172012-10-03T19:08:00.001-07:002012-10-03T19:08:29.646-07:00Thankful....As soon as Brynlee was born, I felt a huge sense of relief. Then, I remembered that I had a baby. Pregnancy turns me into a different person. I become sick, miserable, grouchy, whiny, etc. I really embraced that this last time.<br />
Basically within a couple of hours of having delivered her I felt so much better! I had been an alien and was now myself again. <br />
Don't get the wrong idea. Pregnancy is a great thing and it is a miracle. And I am thankful for pregnancy in that it brought my three beautiful girls. But, I am not thankful for morning sickness and the other not-so-fun effects of pregnancy. <br />
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For those of you who don't really know how sick I was, let me give you an idea.<br />
I would say I got sick every day for about 6 weeks (despite the meds from the Dr) and I was nauseous consistently for at least 10. I had many other eating issues throughout my entire pregnancy. This was all happening while I taught my first year at a new school and it was very stressful. <br />
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All of my misery has caused me to become very thankful for my health and my normal body. <br />
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I am thankful that I can now (because I couldn't do these things while pregnant without getting sick or at least feeling sick)....<br />
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<li>eat breakfast</li>
<li>eat sweets</li>
<li>get up off of the couch in the late evening</li>
<li>take a nice, big drink of water </li>
<li>drink without eating</li>
<li>eat dairy</li>
<li>do the dishes</li>
<li>stay awake past 10</li>
<li>brush my teeth</li>
<li>stand in church during the loud worship music</li>
<li>actually eat my dinner by the time I get it home</li>
<li>drink water instead of Coke</li>
<li>not eat potato chips every day at 10 am</li>
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These are just the morning sickness/eating issues I had. I did not even go into the other things that made me uncomfortable (like how I couldn't sleep on my stomach, lie on my back, get in and out of my dad's truck, etc).<br />
However, the biggest thing that I am thankful for recently has been the ability to take care of my kids. My life consisted of work and my couch for about 9 months. We can go to church, I can bathe my girls, I can cook, I can help Kaylie with her homework, we can go for walks, etc. I have more energy now (physically and emotionally) so I have been praying with the kids daily and utilizing time to teach them about God's saving grace and amazing love. <br />
I believe that the Lord used my "year" of pregnancy to give me more patience, love, kindness, sympathy, and most importantly JOY. Last night when I put Brynlee to sleep 6 times in 30 minutes and she kept waking up I was also trying to help Kaylie finish her homework and bathe them. It was a pretty hectic,frustrating night, but instead of being filled with anger and impatience I was still filled with a great sense of love for my kids. Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-40333014605890215482012-08-22T18:13:00.000-07:002012-08-22T18:13:01.031-07:00Trust and Obey...<div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: blue;">When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,<br />
What a glory He sheds on our way!<br />
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,<br />
And with all who will trust and obey. </i> </div><br />
This simple childhood Bible song has been speaking to me lately. Sometimes, isn't life supposed to be that simple? Trust God and Obey Him and everything will work out. I had a rough year last year due to my exhausting pregnancy and my stressful job. I was a mess. It has been so nice to be at home with my babies this summer. All summer I have been going back and forth about maybe staying home for awhile and not going back to teaching. In the past, I never really had a desire to stay home, so this was a little odd. <br />
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I have gotten into a routine and become pretty consistent with my quiet times in the evening. I have to do them at night because that is the only time I can be sure that all of my girls will be sleeping at the same time and I can concentrate. I have been going through a study called Experiencing God, which basically has been telling me that I need to listen to God's voice and then....Trust and Obey. I have been going back and forth all summer, trying to figure out what God was telling me to do. Was God telling me to stay home or go to work? Was Satan telling me that I couldn't get a job or that I needed a job? I would start to become comfortable with where I thought God was leading me and then something would happen that would make me flip back. I had a couple interviews, but no jobs. Was God telling me to stay home or just to have patience while I waited for a job? <br />
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Financially, it does not make any sense for me to stay home. When I was working, we did not exactly have a lot of money left over each month, I carried the benefits, etc. Shortly before school was starting I was glad that I hadn't found a job because then I did not have to make a decision. Then I got another interview. I was dreading it a little bit, if only because if I got offered the job, then I would have to decide. On the way to the interview my mind was on warp speed. I told myself that if it were 6th grade, I could handle that, or if it was honors classes. In the interview I found it was 7th and 8th grade. On the way home I realized that this decision I was debating about was whether or not to obey God. I had come to realize that God was telling me to stay home and me getting a job would putting my trust into my own abilities instead of God's. At that point I was prepared to turn down the job, if I got it. (They never called so I did not have to actually tell them that I didn't want it).<br />
One of the main things I read in my study that really got to me was a statement about why we don't think we see God working around us. If we only attempt things that we can do on our own, how could we see God working? How often do we attempt things that we know only God can do?<br />
Well, here I am attempting something God can do. If we get through this year, it really will be evidence of God alive and working in our lives. We have had a few reassurances from God that we are headed in the right direction. I have a couple of prospects for ways to earn money part time. We seem to have found a solution to the health care issue. I am excited to spend this year focusing on my relationship with Christ, my family, and serving the Lord. I am now in a position where I have to Trust and Obey....Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-71537270517174343722012-08-10T19:23:00.000-07:002012-08-10T19:23:00.320-07:00Brynlee 3 monthsI realized that I haven't posted about Brynlee since she was born. It has felt so natural for her to be here that I guess I forgot that it is kind of a big deal that we have another member in our family. She's 3 months old now (well, getting close to 4 months already!) It seems like just yesterday we brought her home, but it also feels like ages ago. Here is one of the sweet pictures Ashlie took of her in the first week. <br />
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</tbody></table>She has been such a great baby. She basically started sleeping through at about two weeks (not always, but more often than not she sleeps for about 7 hours a night). She is very happy. She has been smiling a lot and even laughing sometimes. She loves to be held and to look around at everything going on. She also loves her swing and spends many hours a day in it.<br />
We've joked that she looked a little Asian at first. <br />
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She's starting to grab things and try to play with toys hanging in front of her.<br />
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Brynlee looks a bit more like Kaylie than Myla, but is still her own person. So far, she is keeping her head full of dark hair and I hope it stays that way. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brynlee, Kaylie, Myla each at 3 months</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Kaylie and Myla have been very good with Brynlee. I was worried Kaylie wouldn't like her and Myla would be smothering, but they are both very gentle and love her very much. The other day they were fighting with each other and then started fighting over Brynlee.<br />
Time sure is flying as my last baby just keeps growing. She's starting to get chunky legs. She rolled over once (by chance) and is getting closer at being able to do it again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brynlee Grace Adams 3 months</td></tr>
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I am so thankful for this miracle that God has given to me. I feel privileged to have the opportunity to raise these three girls, to teach them about God's love for them, and how to live for Christ. Our family is not perfect, but we sure do love each other. <br />
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I woke up around 4 am having cramps, but due to the way I had been feeling I thought nothing of it. Then around 6 I realized that I had been having these cramps and Braxton Hicks contractions sort of frequently and I couldn't sleep. By the time Justin was awake and ready to leave for work at 6:30 I told him not to leave yet until I was sure I wasn't in labor. At 6:45 I called my mom to ask what she thought and if I should go to the hospital. The "cramps" were getting stronger and more frequent, but hadn't lasted very long really (maybe 30 minutes). So, my mom came over at around 7:15 to get the girls and take them to school and Justin and I were going to go to the hospital to get checked out. Getting gas in the van was one of the things I was planning on doing that day (and my mom was about out of gas too), so we had to stop at the gas station to get enough gas to get us to the hospital. <br />
I posted on Facebook at 7:25 on the highway that I thought I might be in labor. I was pretty sure I was in labor, but because it hadn't been that long that I had been in pain I was worried that it would go away. I even said to Justin on the way to the hospital, "I'm going to feel bad if this is false labor!" We got to the hospital around 7:40, filled out a small amount of paper work and went into triage. I was about 6 cm at this point and begging them to get me the epidural quickly. The nurse was working on getting me into the system and getting me checked out. It seemed to take forever and she didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry. Then, at about 8:05 I was technically admitted into the hospital and moved into the labor and delivery room. I was having pretty strong contractions and screaming in pain already. I was still begging for the epidural. They wanted to get a bag of fluids in me before I got the epidural though and they had a little bit of trouble getting my IV in (I guess due to my low BP). I was laying on my side trying to make it through the contractions, the nurse was having me sign all of this paperwork and probably telling me some semi-important things. At about 8:20 I felt my water break and told them. 8:25 was about when I knew she was coming soon, told them, and they told me not to push yet. They were still working on getting me hooked up to the monitors and into the system. Finally, I said "She's coming now!" and a couple of pushes later, she was born at 8:31. A couple of minutes later it dawned on me that I had just had a baby! A doctor came in to finish things up after she was born.<br />
Later, the doctor that was supposed to deliver told us that they called to say that she needed to come in to deliver, she brushed her teeth and got into her car, and they called back to say that she had been born!<br />
I can't believe it happened that fast, but thank goodness it was that fast because it was crazy painful without any "help" as I was screaming for in the middle of everything.<br />
Praise God that everything turned out all right. There are so many things that could have happened to cause a delay of getting to the hospital and most likely resulted in Brynlee being born on the side of the road or somewhere equally disturbing. Now, we have another miracle from God in our home and our family feels complete.Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-2322916541006232612012-04-11T09:27:00.000-07:002012-04-11T09:27:14.025-07:00Dear Lord, Please let this be my last Pregnancy Update!If you have not seen or heard yet, we have chosen a name. Brynlee Grace Adams could be here any day now! <br />
I'm very ready to have this baby girl. I'm 37 weeks and 4 days today. I went in last Monday and found out that I was 3cm dilated an 80% effaced. I was pretty miserable last week at work. I was exhausted, in pain, and of course crabby. I went to my doctor appointment this past Monday planning on getting a note that said I didn't have to work anymore. Unfortunately, the midwife said that there is no medical reason why I cannot work. I also found that I hadn't progressed much at all in the past week.<br />
So, I came to work to try to find a way to take some time off before the baby comes. Basically, I found out that I have to work up until the day I deliver. I was very upset, angry, etc that no one could help me out. I just wanted a few stress free days before the baby came where I could focus on the baby coming instead of focusing on how to make it through the day at work. <br />
Thankfully, God is good and has actually helped me to feel a bit better this week. So far, I'm making it through the week. Also, my family has been very helpful. I just hope this baby comes soon (but of course on an even numbered day, so tomorrow would be good!)<br />
I'm a little worried that I will go into labor at school. It could take me an hour to get to the hospital from work and who knows what could happen in that hour. Of course, the Lord is in control and He knows what is best. At least I'm making more money while I wait for Brynlee to "Grace" us with her presence. (Sorry I couldn't help it). <br />
I have nicknames for the girls and I'm trying to find one for Brynlee.<br />
I call them Kaylie Ann from BradentAN (so that it rhymes of course), Myla Rae from Tampa Bay, and now we will have Brynlee Grace from.....<br />
Outer Space? Another Place? Too bad we live in River's Edge instead of River Place. I guess we have a little time to figure that one out.<br />
And now.....I will wait.Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452553590957050297.post-53073924155702074962012-04-07T08:50:00.000-07:002012-04-07T08:50:54.933-07:00Final Post about Redecorating the Girls' Room!I'm finally done! (For now....haha) I was messing around with a few ideas and waiting to hang everything up until I knew what I had. I made the yarn-wrapped letters (K & M) for their names. I glued buttons onto fabric in the shape of a heart and framed it. I made a butterfly out scrapbook paper. Then, I had an empty spot on a wall, so I just framed a piece of scrapbook paper for now. I'll probably eventually think of something more creative to put there. I also finally hung the string so that the girls can use the clothespins I decorated to hang their art work. Here are the final results:<br />
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The second project was curtains. I was going back and forth about buying curtains or making them. I knew that sewing was out of the question. I have no sewing machine and absolutely no talent in that area. Luckily, in searching through Pinterest I found a great website on how to make curtains with hem tape. No needle and thread was exactly what I needed. I couldn't find cute store-bought curtains that I liked and had the right feel to them. I finally found some fabric that was cheap enough to make it worth it to make them myself and I that I actually liked. At the fabric store I almost bought way too much fabric because I was counting feet instead of yards. The lady who cut the fabric for me was very nice and helpful when I told her that it was my first true adventure with fabric and that I couldn't even sew on a button. The lady at the register, however, gave me a somewhat sarcastic, "Good luck!" Thanks, lady. Way to boost my confidence!<br />
So I cut my fabric in half to make the two panels and thanks to the advice of the first lady at the store, I just had to hem the top and the bottom. (The sides are made not to fray and they were already straight) The challenging part was cutting the top and bottom so that I could make them straight and even with each other. I laid the fabric on the ground and got the tape measure and started stressing out. Justin came in and said to just measure the two sides so that they were the same and the top and bottom the same. This would make a rectangle. This is where the math teacher in me was actually quite helpful. Two pairs of congruent sides makes a parallelogram. I did not want parallelogram shaped curtains. I wanted rectangles. So, I had to make 90 degree angles! I think I finally made my two panels just about even, so the hemming began.<br />
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I ironed on the hem tape according to the directions and it actually turned out to be pretty easy once I got my system down and it didn't look half bad! Of course, when we hung the curtains they weren't exactly even. Justin tells me it's because the floor isn't quite level, but I have a feeling it was really my fault. Overall, I was pretty happy with the end result and glad I chose to make the curtains instead of buying them.<br />
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It was difficult to get good pictures of the curtains because of the light coming through the window. Those little boxes are ottomans that the girls can sit on and part of the solution to the whole "two-girls-sharing-the-same-room-with-limited-storage" problem. My original intent was to buy/make a nice storage bench, but that will have to wait until we have more time/money. For now, these boxes are perfect. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYSTE_lLEvPcHYoSvzplpHvF7-QO_iTs8HV4PfWrQdb88z75Njdl1UKcWxn8Ls0hpAXIIdy-qxVaQvravz8IbtLz7K1hwhQqUeomdhnapoMiRnWa3k1jWYYSNaZIxb8aqJ3X4kW0BLtwP/s1600/IMG_5008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYSTE_lLEvPcHYoSvzplpHvF7-QO_iTs8HV4PfWrQdb88z75Njdl1UKcWxn8Ls0hpAXIIdy-qxVaQvravz8IbtLz7K1hwhQqUeomdhnapoMiRnWa3k1jWYYSNaZIxb8aqJ3X4kW0BLtwP/s320/IMG_5008.JPG" width="240" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm hoping to get some more things done in the room the next few weeks. However, my to-do list is a mile long and my energy level is not keeping up. </div>Amy Olsen Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04331799423251776275noreply@blogger.com0