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The Final Piece.

One minute she’s in my sister’s belly… the next… she’s a part of the family.

Man, birth gets me every single time. Not so much in an emotional way (unless it’s mine), but in an how incredibly amazing is this kind of way. You wait and wait and wait… and imagine and imagine and imagine… and then with one final push or one little incision here they come roaring into this big world. Emma was no exception.

I’m so happy she’s here.

What a trip it was to go see her though! This is the first baby that I’ve had to take a baby of mine with me. I debated back and forth with myself until 9am this morning if I would take Leah to meet her newest cousin or not. It just seemed like such a long trip, and no additional time to see other cousins – kind of not worth it. But then while talking about Emma in general, she said she wanted to give her a kiss and a hug – so I figured I better take her.

And after a crazy, long drive we found the room, walked in very cautiously and found our baby! And Leah went right over and gave her the kiss she’d been saving for her. It melted my heart for sure, and I was happy I took her. Even if she started saying she wanted to go home 10 seconds later. And that she needed a snack. And that she wanted to see Ali and Zoey. Ugh – be quiet, Leah! Mommy has to hold this baby!

It was bad news bears, you guys. Just walking through the floor full of new babies and new mommies made me want to be in my very own room with my very own new baby. I needed someone to throw a cold washcloth on me or something. But I pushed all of that nonsense aside and focused just on holding my newest niece! Man, she is the most perfectly round little thing I’ve ever seen. And tiiiiiiny. And cuuuuuuuute. If she’s actually going to be my last niece, I’m certainly glad she came out so perfect. How much fun it was to hold her! I honestly didn’t want to put her down, ever. And I’d really like to be holding her right now. Ugh.

It was a good day. It was worth the crazy morning getting ready. It was worth taking Leah. It was worth sitting in stand-still traffic for an hour and a half. Just to see her for the short time that we did – was every bit worth it.

Then there was my sister. .. part 2 of such a big day. (Everyone always forgets the moms). This was the first time I had seen her post-birth when I had my own birth experience to really understand what she was feeling. And… yuck. She was itching her face when I walked in, a feeling I will never forget. She had the circulation things strapped to her legs, and I could remember how sweaty my legs were in them and how good it felt to take them off. The nurse had to help her sit up and I remember 1) instantly going to puke when I sat up and 2) how much it hurt to adjust myself in that bed. Her nurse was poking around on her belly while I was there, and I was actually in pain watching it. They were talking about her trying to walk later, and I instantly felt the insane burning that came with that event. Birth is not comfortable, my friends, no matter how easy it may be. But she made it look good. I can’t believe she’s done it three times. And I really can’t believe she’s done. It’s sad for me to think about (Lord knows, I’ll never be done), but I suppose it’s so very happy, too. I mean, their perfect little family is complete, and they know it. They have everyone they’ve ever wanted present and accounted for. Emma was the last piece, and she made it into their arms without incident. What a nice feeling that must be, makes me smile for them.

We held, we kissed, we bounced, we hugged, and we awwww’d our way through our visit. We were so happy to meet little Emma, but as all things do, our time with her came to an end. I inappropriately asked my sister if she wanted me to feed Emma, we both got really grossed out, and then it was time to head home.

And that’s that. Seems like yesterday I got picture of the pregnancy test and had to tell her, “yes, you’re pregnant.” And now we’ve got ourselves a new little baby in the family. Part of me is sad it’s not me this time. Part of me wants to scream, “sucker! have fun waking up all night!” But all of me is completely happy she’s my niece.

Can’t wait to watch her grow.


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Wanna go on a really corny journey with me? We’ll start out not so corny and end up total cornball in 3-2-1…

Can I get a hallelujah for Spring! She finally decided to show her pretty, warm, colorful face! We spent 96% of last week outside and it was nothing short of fantastic. I’m in a better mood in warm weather, it’s just a fact. I’m more productive, too. And my kids are in better moods, all three of ’em. It’s a toss up between who likes the outdoors more – Duncan or Leah. But not to be forgotten, that little pudgy one I carry around smiles and talks and squeals her way through any outside time. We’re just a happy crew. Spring also means band-aid season! Not that I’m happy my kid gets hurt, but I smiled a little buying a new (bigger) box of band-aids and neosporin, because that means we’re playing hard outside. And falls happen. With just one full week of spring in us, she already looks like we took a knife to her little knees. 🙂 Don’t worry… she was so happy to be playing outside she didn’t cry for even one of her scrapes. People are mowing their lawns, everyone is outside, the pollen count is through the roof, and everywhere you look – things are blooming!

Like the Proebsting’s, for example – we’re blooming right along with the trees.

Leah, for example has grown leaps and bounds in the past few weeks… days… hours. She is a soccer playing, gymnastics flipping, ABC singing, counting to 16 maniac. She’s just a big kid these days. And it’s kind of too much for me to handle. Last week we signed her up for gymnastics through the summer and that ushered in the conversation of would she be moving up a class – and the answer is – yes! Her birthday falls so that she could either stay with the 2.5/3 year olds or move in with the 3/4 year olds in a class without yours truly. The independent activities she can do these days are expanding greatly. First soccer, now gymnastics, and in the fall… SCHOOL. Someone, stop the train. Now, Leah doesn’t really need school for academia sake – but she could use it for social skills, listening to a teacher, etc. I’m sure there are some things she will learn – but we are really just putting her in it for the experience of it all. And because she puts on her backpack every day and asks to go to shool. She’s such a little learner. It just kind of seems like the natural (insanely fast) progression. And, it looks like we’re gonna try to make a Lutheran school girl out of her. 🙂 I’ve shopped around some online, and a local Lutheran school is at the top of my list. School touring, here we come!

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I mean, she looks like a little shool girl, right?

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Maybe my favorite picture of her ever. Ever.

Love my almost three year old and all of her insane three year old personalities. 🙂 She’s blooming into something truly special.

Naturally, if the big one is blooming – the little one must be, too, right? RIGHT.

Ahh, do you all realize that this baby has been in our lives for 5 months already. Gosh, it freaks me out. Where did that time go?! Five months ago I remember having the thought of, “wow, this time in 5 months this baby will be five months old, it will be spring, my sister will be about to have Emma!” And well, it’s Spring, my sister is having Emma in 2 stinking days, and this baby is 5 months and two weeks old! Kinda scary. Oh, my little (giant) Quinn. What a trip she is. She really is the happiest little thing. She’s a good baby for sure. She had her first 7:30-6:30 sleep over the weekend. If that doesn’t scream blooming, I don’t know what does. How nice it felt to sleep for one whole night. Beyond sleeping, we also did another big thing this weekend:

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That’s right – big car seat for a big girl! I couldn’t take that darn infant seat one second longer. Her feet hung off the edge, and her head almost popped out the top. I shoved her chubby little body in there and then lugged her around everywhere we went and it just wasn’t working. She is sitting up really well these days and that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Now Kyle can get off my back for scratching up the van door as I tried to throw her car seat into it’s base. It’s much easier just to carry her and her dimple around. 🙂 Speaking of sitting up…

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She’s really getting it! She can go for really long stretches without any help. Man, life gets easy when you can just plop them down somewhere and let them play. Now, I can’t leave the room or anything – but she is able to sit by herself and play with her toys like a regular big kid. Blooming.

The sibling love is also blooming around here. There have been some serious sweet moments between all three of these kids lately. Quinn is laughing at Leah. Leah is playing with Quinn. Quinn is squealing at Duncan. Duncan is sitting close to Quinn by choice. It’s just all a joy to watch. The other morning I was tugging a towel with Duncan and Quinn was laughing her goofy head off and Leah was laughing because Quinn was laughing and it was just a moment made out of pure gold. That’s the stuff that keeps me going when Leah tells me no, Quinn is needy, and Duncan eats a pair of socks and then poops them out (because he totally did that last week). They just all really love each other – and I don’t think any of them know that one of them isn’t quite human. 🙂

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I don’t know if you can see her head resting on his as she grips his neck – but it was priceless. He’s just happy to have someone touching him 🙂

And lastly, Kyle and I are blooming into lovely, fit people. A couple that works out together stays together? Or gets divorced? Either way, we’re giving it a shot! We are going to the beach SOON – and are gonna give it our best effort to work out really hard (the 30 day shred to be exact) to make sure we are beach angels. God help me.

Spring is here, guys!

We are blooming!

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What a full 27 years they have been!

I’ve had a pretty good run at life (not that I plan on it ending), and I’ve very thankful to have 27 years of good health, a family whom I actually enjoy, a husband who I know loves me, two beautiful little girls, and a dog that causes mass chaos every time I walk in the door (even from getting the mail). Perhaps this year more than ever I find myself just reflecting on the happiness that has been consistent in my life. I’m a lucky girl any way you slice it.

I’m really just happy to be older. I’ve mentioned it here and there, but I’m just an old soul. I like to go to bed early. I love the Golden Girls. I don’t understand most of the latest fashion trends. I’m proud of my big, red minivan. And I like to talk about the weather. I’m not saying I want to be 60, but when I was 25 and had a kid I hated everyone telling me I was too young. Not that they stop now that I’m 27 (I blew someone’s mind the other day telling them that I had two), but at least I’m getting to an age that’s apparently more appropriate for child bearing. And watching the Golden Girls.

All those things aside, I have other things to tell you on this, the day of my birth. I write a lot about the kids (duh) and a good portion about the dog and some about my main squeeze – but never much about myself. Mainly because I’m fairly boring – see above ^^ for a reminder of examples. So I tried to dig up some things you probably don’t know. For instance:

I wear a $14 ring on my left hand.


Pretty, right?

Not because Kyle never bought me a ring. Or because I don’t like the one he did buy. But because I’ve been pregnant a time or two and it has really messed with the size of my fingers. Apparently, and I wasn’t told this until too late, you can’t size a ring as much as you want. So when I got pregnant with Leah I sized it up some near the end, then sized it down some after I had her, then sized it down some more after I lost 70lbs, then sized it up some when I gained a portion of that back. And it really messed with the metal. Then Quinn comes around and I tried to start on the same sizing journey and they stopped me. Or at least warned me to be careful. So I said screw it. I just bought a ring that would fit for every stage, until I’m back to my normal self. I am maybe the least romantic person on the planet. It didn’t phase me at all to go pick out a big, fake rock. And I love that Kyle chose to give me a real ring, and I love that he sacrificed a lot of money for it – but this $14 one says all I need it to. It says I’m taken. It says I have a guy I’m not letting go of. Truthfully, he could’ve tied a little piece of rope around my finger and I would have been happy. I’m just happy there is something on my finger that speaks for my heart. Maybe I should just get the ring finger tattoo and call it a day?

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I shattered our kitchen window a year ago in June, and it’s getting fixed FRIDAY! Basically, I was watching Leah play outside from the kitchen and I saw that she was about to step in a pile of poop so I smacked the window with my palm, and… well. Crack. An ordinary person might have fixed it within a normal time frame – not me. Or not us, I guess. We just kind of enjoyed the spider looking crack for the better part of an entire year. I finally called a couple weeks ago – because it seemed like the right thing to do – and bada bing, they’re coming this week with a new piece of glass. I honestly barely notice it. Is that bad? When the guy was here to measure it for the replacement he let me know that the seal on the inside would be gray instead of the black that it is now, and he asked if I cared. I kind of stared at him blankly, trying to figure out why I should care. I think he sensed my confusion and went on to explain that some people like to match what they had. Then I really stared at him. I made sure to tell him, “sir, this window has been broken for a year… you could give me a yellow seal and I wouldn’t notice a difference.” Needless to say, I’m excited to see our new gray seal. And uncracked window.

Along those lines…

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You may notice that our water filter status is now in “good” condition. Well, Kyle and I like to live life on the edge, so again, for the past year it has been in “replace” status, beeping at us every so often. We decided the dirt in the water would only make us stronger, so why waste the time to replace it. So how did it get in good status? Well, two theories. 1) Good things come to those who wait. And it just magically fixed itself one day. Or 2) fearing for our health, the inlaws pulled a sneak attack while they were babysitting. Either way, I was planning on pairing this with the broken window story when I noticed the red light is now green again. Neato.

So what do those two things have to do with me? Well, just a glimpse into the inner workings of my brain. I just don’t care about stuff like that. Our couches have stains, there’s been a marker line on the carpet in the playroom for forever, Leah colored on the wall a month or more ago, and the list goes on. What you should know about me here is that I’m busy living in my house. There is time to watch movies, and cut paper, and read Brown Bear, and color, and make cookies, but there’s not always time to call a window repair man. The water filter beeping at me doesn’t take away from a game of chase that has been promised to a certain 3 year old. A blue marker line in the playroom means we were busy playing, and too busy still playing to clean it up. I live in my house. I don’t offer to model it.

Broken windows add character, no?

This doesn’t have a picture – but I could eat an entire package of Oreos in one sitting. I’m not kidding.

My guilty pleasure is the Wendy Williams Show. Ha. She is something else – but I’m a sucker for celebrity gossip when my kids are sleeping. And she delivers.

Our neighbor across the street is an older guy, and quite sadly, his wife passed away a month or more ago. Since then, every trash day I have seen him set mounds of trash out on the curb. Beds, plants, dishes, etc. He is definitely cleaning out his house. And it makes me really, really sad. So much so that I try not to look out the window on Friday mornings. I can’t imagine having a life with someone for so long and then suddenly there’s just one. And all of those pieces of life you built together find there way to the curb.

Depressed yet? Back to happy…


Every night a pair of glowing eyes can be found at the foot of our bed. Duncan begs for permission to climb aboard, and then I beg Kyle for permission on his behalf. He can’t deny the both of us, so up 90lbs of fur come. And he lands on top of me. And it’s one of my favorite things. It feels so good to cuddle with him to end every day. Duncan and I go through a lot together in a day – Leah wears me down, Quinn tries to rip his ears off – we’re beat by nighttime. It feels so good to just relax with him beside on top of me. We rejuvenate before morning comes again. And then at some point, it turns into this:

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Yes, that’s his foot in my head. And the towel he’s supposed to be on.

Idonotwanttobepregnant. Idonotwanttobepregnant. Idonotwanttobepregnant. EEEEK! I totally want to be pregnant again! How do people stop having babies?! I swear I’ll never see that day. I’m currently dealing with this thought of, “there’s only two of them.” They say when you’re done you just know. And well, I guess I’m not done. There’s only two of them. I need more. Luckily, I married a guy who’s on board with a house full of babies. But for now, I will suppress this feeling until a later date.

I don’t use the “home row” when typing. Never did. I cheated in all of my keyboarding classes. I have my own system – and it’s just as good as the real thing.

I felt really old while I was at Leah’s soccer practice yesterday. I didn’t care if she was good at soccer or if she looked cute (but boy did she!), I just wanted her to listen to her coach and be nice to the other kids. What a mom thought! It was also the first time I didn’t have to participate in an activity with her. I just got to cheer from the bleachers! How fun! But how terrifying – I was still trying to parent under my breath, “Leah, listen.” “Leah, stand up.” “Leah, go get your ball.” Hopefully no one heard my under the breath mutterings. She did SO good, though. I was proud for sure.

My body is different after growing two little humans. With Leah, I popped her out and bounced right back. With Quinn, I lost the weight (and then some), but things are just different. Things are wider. Or looser. Or eeek. And there are stretch marks. Oh well, I suppose. There were two people living inside me for a while. But it is weird. A new normal.

I sometimes know more about sports than Kyle does. Honestly, every once in a while I tell him some news he hasn’t heard. Secretly, I know he’s impressed with my knowledge. I enjoy watching SportsCenter and the MLB channel.

That should about do it.

Have a good day.

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