tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75325460057199451932024-03-18T21:22:41.019-07:00 The Callon'sKeana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-12408344979612352312014-01-29T16:49:00.001-08:002014-01-29T16:49:49.778-08:00How to put on daddy's shortsFirst...do not wear a diaper.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRXEy-4x7PytsDnde4qMrjqpN2aTkMs6bKOA-Xe7s_af6mQR7Yd48kKJ_NiHKmfKRVY_BSrBMqEs8F5FWQtU3J1_FLJhNfkrVegz2sg6T8NhqkOX-D5NSpMlXcPML74vY_dhRUSn7U-o/s640/blogger-image--1718227441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRXEy-4x7PytsDnde4qMrjqpN2aTkMs6bKOA-Xe7s_af6mQR7Yd48kKJ_NiHKmfKRVY_BSrBMqEs8F5FWQtU3J1_FLJhNfkrVegz2sg6T8NhqkOX-D5NSpMlXcPML74vY_dhRUSn7U-o/s640/blogger-image--1718227441.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-7232631109943396462014-01-16T21:09:00.000-08:002014-01-16T21:09:50.121-08:00V8 and school lunchesThis morning I thought I was doing the good mom thing by packing an extra healthy lunch for Joey. Normally I fill his nalgene bottle with water but this morning packed a can of V8 instead. At dinner tonight Joey politely asked that I not pack V8 anymore. When I asked why; he said, "Because I spilled it all over the classroom. It got on the carpet and the tile and it took A LOT of paper towels to clean it up."<br />
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I am seriously shaking my head right now. Mom fail. Joey fail. His teacher must hate me!<br />
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<br />Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-24185214340502232282014-01-16T14:22:00.000-08:002014-01-16T14:22:00.787-08:00More Joey quotables"Mommy, I have two favorite girls. You and Lucy"<br />
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"oh yah, bud? I bet you have 2 favorite boys too!"<br />
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"No! My 3 favorites are Daddy, Van, and God because he blesses us!"<br />
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"When I grow up I want to be a Seahawk and I want to have 3 planes. A Seahawks plane, a Jesus plane and a Safety plane."<br />
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"A plane that takes pictures of scenery, like Aunt Ashley" Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-65117711873038816102014-01-06T23:50:00.001-08:002014-01-06T23:50:08.741-08:00Joey quotables"Mom, the bus driver was looking at us when we kissed and hugged this morning. I keep thinking in my head she thinks we have a marriage thing going on!"<div><br></div><div>I think Mom and son public displays of affection are coming to an end real soon. :(</div>Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-73572482631066674072013-12-22T22:15:00.001-08:002013-12-22T22:15:02.614-08:00Snow!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font color="#0000ee"><u><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt6T1jTl6JPYhXDSBV1qH_flJEO5dhF6VVNXhrNU159mqWM-Hzlrhx70NxYAvAxadgrWOcIy9YQ6Eu8ivH6GUbA0SHEfUtRviV-zM56-FzlTJyBnkb2OckMZQgTZRSce1ulMFqed6xEI/s640/blogger-image-1220162015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt6T1jTl6JPYhXDSBV1qH_flJEO5dhF6VVNXhrNU159mqWM-Hzlrhx70NxYAvAxadgrWOcIy9YQ6Eu8ivH6GUbA0SHEfUtRviV-zM56-FzlTJyBnkb2OckMZQgTZRSce1ulMFqed6xEI/s640/blogger-image-1220162015.jpg"></a></div></u></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font color="#0000ee"><u><br></u></font></div><div>On the last day of school before Christmas break we were graced with a nice dusting of snow. School started 2 hours late for Joey so we took a shirt opportunity to play in the snow before all the rain came and melted it away. </div><div><br></div><div>Oddly enough this was Van's first time playing in the snow. He was only 4 months old the last time it snowed, so naturally he was excited. </div><div><br></div><div>Joey had a triple fun day. Snow delay, pajama day and a relaxing school schedule (hardly any kids showed up for school!?)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoreXTHtoHS-rZWLoDwAnxG1c1bmvM5RdpdxW6toRmVs3nVYQZlPrXK97wcpB6mpeC3RVCsWqdZ3hHIGy69JZnfHts6iTwDPic2NrhDXECQa-g2QTmF6hNLyrVidrZVq11EbLkd95spgw/s640/blogger-image--1610615712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoreXTHtoHS-rZWLoDwAnxG1c1bmvM5RdpdxW6toRmVs3nVYQZlPrXK97wcpB6mpeC3RVCsWqdZ3hHIGy69JZnfHts6iTwDPic2NrhDXECQa-g2QTmF6hNLyrVidrZVq11EbLkd95spgw/s640/blogger-image--1610615712.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>Trying out a snow angel with minimal excitement. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_faIib2PYNSCnwr5EUennJCHqYAIx66DRTdoc-z4aPqyXNZysE2chOhYhtjIc7khSNbVzNhPFA7LwNhHyPx_NO0-SPcwwyhsAHSxYwO-e9OMLLtqhXbOJGtUPXIemAmxC7pvQhdK_oaM/s640/blogger-image--55910858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_faIib2PYNSCnwr5EUennJCHqYAIx66DRTdoc-z4aPqyXNZysE2chOhYhtjIc7khSNbVzNhPFA7LwNhHyPx_NO0-SPcwwyhsAHSxYwO-e9OMLLtqhXbOJGtUPXIemAmxC7pvQhdK_oaM/s640/blogger-image--55910858.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-55183509658333285342013-12-01T22:48:00.000-08:002013-12-22T22:49:26.565-08:00Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thanksgiving came to us a little late this year. Two days prior to Thanksgiving Josh had a heart procedure called Radio Frequency Catheter Oblation. It's purpose was to help Josh's heart not go in A-Fib anymore (atrial fibrillation/irregular heartbeat). Josh came out of surgery fine and stayed in the hospital overnight to check vitals. He was home the day before Thanksgiving and quietly recovering with lots of rest. On the day of Thanksgiving I woke up a with a stomach bug. I half seriously asked a tired Josh if he wanted to cook dinner, but he just laughed. Between the two of us not feeling well we managed to take care of the kids and sleep off the stomach bug and post surgery tiredness. Thankfully the bug itself only lasted 24 hours, but of course it takes a good day to recover from being sick.<br />
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On Saturday we were all well enough to get back on our feet and celebrate the holiday. We feasted on delicious Thanksgiving food and were pleased to be joined by our good family friends, Craig and Kyle. The kids loved the turkey and Lucy sort of participated in the annual dinner by enjoying some squash (she hated it). <br />
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For us Thanksgiving is a great time to reflect on the numerous blessings we have in our own personal lives. We have our health, a roof over our heads and great family and friends who not only care for us but also are willing participants in making memories with our children. Life is not always easy but we are grateful that God has bestowed upon us his great blessings of love and happiness.<br />
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Halloween is such a special time for our family. Josh absolutely loves the holiday. I like the costumes. Joey likes the candy. And well Van and Lucy are at the mercy of what I want them to wear.<br />
Joey had his costume picked out ever since last Halloween. He wanted to be a cop and I thought what better way to do a family costume then making us dress as cops and robbers? We featured Lucy as the money bag (in the baby bjorn) and Josh and I as the robbers while the boys took on cop duty.<br />
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Halloween itself didn't go quite as planned though. The night before I sprained my ankle playing volleyball. My mom was awesome and came over that night to help me out with the kids. With Josh working early I had no way of getting Lucy down the stairs in the morning. I ended up going to the drop in clinic to get it examined. No break or tears but a nasty sprain. They sent me on my way with an ankle brace and a prescription.<br />
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Thankfully by the time trick or treating rolled around the meds kicked in and the brace did its job so my Mom and I were able to walk with the kids. Joey played the big brother card well and held Van's hand the entire time. They both had a blast getting lots of candy. <br />
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My Dear Lucy,<br />
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Time is going by too fast. I sat here on the computer and scrolled through pictures of you as a newborn. It's hard to believe that 5 short months ago you were born. Things have changed drastically since then (in a good way). What a blessing you are. What a blessing all three of my children are! You, my Lucy, are somethings special. All of my babies have been so widely different, but you are just so easy going. I think God knew that when you came that I needed a pass. You are content, you aren't bothered by all the noise (boys) and you just enjoy sleeping and being held and nursing.<br />
Life is CRAZY right now. I don't want to forget all the little memories you are making for our family. Your brothers love you an insane amount! You may not believe it later down the road, but these boys hug you and kiss you like you are the queen and worship you!<br />
I love you my Lucy Goosey!<br />
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<br />Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-69401897769487071292013-09-06T10:58:00.001-07:002013-11-08T22:50:20.313-08:00Back to school!First grade is here! Summer vacation was wonderful, but by the end Joey was eager to get back to school!<br />
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Joey talked about first grade all summer and was super excited for back to school night. He got to see his classroom, meet his teacher and drop off school supplies. That night he was itching to get to bed so the next day could start. </div>
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While Joey was away at school Lucy, Van and I adjusted to a new routine. It involved all around naps! Two hours to be exact! I hadn't taken a nap since before Lucy was born! </div>
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At 4 o'clock the little ones and I walked down to the bus stop to get Joey. Van was so excited to see Joey and Joey spent the rest of the day talking about how amazing first grade was!</div>
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The months are just flying by with you! You are getting taller and slightly leaner. You are officially in 6 month clothes, although I am still able to squeeze you into your 3 month summer dresses and shirts. <br />
With your vast amount of headbands you inspired Mommy to open up her own online boutique selling children's accessories. I am starting out small, with just headbands, but I am eager to see what else I can dream up!<br />
Van is warming up to more and more everyday. At the beginning he just ignored you, then he tried to swat at you, then he tried to put toys on you. Now he offers you his special blanket, forces tuckies into your mouth and he will only give you kisses, no one else.<br />
Joey couldn't be more thrilled to be your brother. He loves you so! Yesterday he said that you would never have to have a boyfriend because he would always be your brother and friend. So sweet!<br />
You are still so mellow. Mommy feels extra blessed to have it this way since the boys can be a tad crazy at times. You just go with the flow, aren't bothered by the loud noise and you sleep well!<br />
You visited Seattle for the first time this month; Grandma Candy even got you a pin! What a good traveler you are! Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-4884944657276566632013-07-22T11:45:00.001-07:002013-07-22T11:45:26.900-07:002 months!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This month you went to your very first wedding (Uncle Cody and Aunt Ashley's), you enjoyed some Lakefair action, and a lot of family got to meet you for the very first time.<br />
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One notable funny story. Aunt Holly was over for a barbeque and she picked you up out of your bouncy chair. Little did she know but you just had a massive blowout and it got all over her brand new shirt. It was so bad it required her to take a shower at our house and her shirt being washed!<br />
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This month you also had your first set of vaccines. Of course you cried, but your brother, Joey cried even more for you. He was so upset that you had to get shots!<br />
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We are working on your sleeping. You do sleep well (like a baby) and in your own crib but I am trying to get you to fall asleep on your own, instead of being nursed to sleep. Last night you slept from 8pm till 2am. I think the only reason you woke up is because I kind of freaked out and wondered why you hadn't woken up yet, so I went in to check on you. =)<br />
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Father/daughter dance. Please notice Joey in the background. He was a party animal!</div>
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I saw this really neat idea on Pinterest to make Father's Day a "Super Dad" theme. Obviously I think Josh is the most amazing father and husband so I wanted to make sure we celebrated him on this fine day.<br />
Joey and I decorated early in the morning and made Josh a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and his favorite...english muffins. Joey was super excited to give him his present he made at school: a lovely hand drawn card and Daddy questionaire. His responses made me laugh.<br />
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Later that evening Josh's family came over as well as my Dad to celebrate with a barbeque!Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-81344769166800891562013-06-10T23:33:00.000-07:002013-06-21T23:34:45.856-07:00The story of LucyLucy's birth story begins on May 20th, 2013.<br />
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We woke up early to arrive at Tacoma General Hospital at 6am for an 8am scheduled c-section. The boys stayed behind at the house with "Uncle Craig" to wait until they could meet their little sister at the hospital. Being our third child we were pretty nonchalant about the whole "business" of delivery. We didn't even have a name for her at this point! After being checked in and given a pre-op room my vitals and blood work were taken plus my IV was inserted. We met our surgical nurses who came in to ask me what kind of music I wanted to listen to in the operating room since they have Pandora. Boy times have changed! We also got to meet our very lovely post-op nurses Joanne and Beth.<br />
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At about 7:15 I walked into the operating room and was given a spinal block. Once I was all ready to go the doctors came in and so did Josh to get the c-section underway. Aside from getting sick from low blood pressure and slight discomfort and pressure the c-section went well. Josh and I both made the decision beforehand that this would be our last child so while in there the doctors performed a tubal ligation.<br />
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At 8:23 am we heard our baby girl cry for the first time. While I was being "put back together" and she was being cleaned off Josh and I just fell in love with her from afar. Josh asked me about the name and I said that she looks l<br />
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After being cleaned off, the nurses let Josh hold Lucy for a bit and took some pictures of the three of us. The nurses were also nice enough to take lots of foot prints and even printed her foot into her baby book. The nurse taking care of Lucy made a comment in the operating room about Lucy needing to "cough something up" but both Josh and I thought nothing of it. After I was all stitched up we were taken to the recovery room to monitor both mine and Lucy's vitals. Once there I nursed Lucy right away and she latched on wonderfully (which is something I am hugely thankful for later on). Once again both nurses made note of Lucy's grunting and breathing. For good measure they called down to the NICU to have one of the nurses come up to take a look at her breathing. One of the nurses assured me it was nothing, but she wanted to be on the safe side. Once the NICU nurse came and took a look at her they started measuring her oxygen levels and percentages. She opted to take Lucy down to the NICU for a couple of hours to monitor her levels while I stayed in recovery. Josh joined Lucy down in the NICU.<br />
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After about an hour or so I was ready to be taken to my own room for recovery. The nurses were nice enough to take me down to the NICU first where reality set in real fast. They wheeled my bed right up to Lucy, who was receiving oxygen from a nasal cannula. The head nurse in the NICU gave me a run down of Lucy's situation. I didn't really understand what she was saying to me. Once she left Lucy's own nurse was able to break it down to me in laymen terms. Lucy was in respiratory distress and would need to be in the NICU for atleast two days to monitor her and to figure out why she was in distress. They also were going to give her an IV to keep her hydrated and blood sugars normal. At this point I just broke down and started crying. Even one of my post-op nurses was crying. After regaining some composure I was wheeled to my room, without Lucy in tow. The nurse who was crying apologized profusely for leading me to believe that Lucy was just fine. She was so sweet and I wasn't even angry at her to begin with. The next several hours were agonizing for me. While I had support from my family and Josh, I felt so alone. This was supposed to be the time where Lucy was to room in with me and I would get to nurse her and Josh and I would get to enjoy our baby. Nurse Shirley was kind enough to bring me a breast pump and was very attentive to my emotions at the time. At one point I broke down crying and she decided right there to wheel me down to the NICU to see Lucy. I am not sure if I got to hold her at that point as my memory was kind of fuzzy from the anesthesia and pain meds but I do know it made a world of difference. Seeing her there, being well taken care of was very reassuring.<br />
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Once 8pm rolled around during our first day in the hospital I was ready to get up and itching to get down to the NICU. Once my catheter was removed and I took those first brutal steps I hopped into the wheel chair and was wheeled right down to the NICU. There I got to see my precious daughter and the lovely nurses taking care of her. They gave me the opportunity to nurse Lucy again and set up a little station for me to do so. Having her latch on again gave us both a glow. It was at that point and through that first night that I came down to the NICU every 2 hours to feed her that I realized how grateful I was that she latched on in the first hour of her life!<br />
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Through Lucy's first day in the NICU she had several test done to see what could have caused the respiratory distress. The doctors wanted to rule out infection, but the results took upwards of 24 hours so she was given premptive does of antibiotics. Her original platelet count came back incredibly low but the nurses assured Josh and I that the test could be incorrect and that they were retesting. Of course the nurses were right and her platelet levels were fine. <br />
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On Wednesday evening I had Lucy sent back down to the ICN to have her breathing checked out again, since it looked like she was having difficulties. After a quick oxygen saturation check she was deemed fine and returned to me. During the early hours of the morning she had her bilirubin levels taken as she was looking a bit jaundiced. That morning her results came in and her levels were high. She was immediately given a "bili blanket" and her discharge date was pushed back even more. I was discharged early Thursday afternoon. The hospital was nice enough to give me a complimentary room while Lucy was still a patient of the ICN. Thursday evening was rough. I was not fully informed of Lucy's bilirubin levels and was exhausted, couple that with the fact that I couldn't take Lucy home, I broke down several times. Josh and I decided it would be best for me to come home for awhile while Lucy received double light therapy. <br />
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On Friday morning I came home empty handed but eager to see the boys. Joey was not happy that I didn't bring Lucy home with me and Van wouldn't even look at me, let alone engage me. It took a couple of hours for him to warm up to me again. I think he was mad because I was gone for so long. I spent the day with the boys and Andrea was nice enough to brave Memorial Day traffic to take me back to the hospital for the evening to visit Lucy. It was good to see her and reassuring that while under the lights she was warm and sound asleep almost 24/7. We stayed long enough for me to nurse her and hold her briefly.<br />
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On Saturday I got up early to cook the boys a pancake breakfast and we opted to do a "picnic" on the living room floor. It was nice to be able to spend that time with the boys before I headed back to the hospital for the night. Holly picked me up and drove me to the hospital and spent most of the afternoon with me. Lucy's bilirubin levels came down enough to completely remove her from the lights. I received another complimentary room and was grateful that Lucy got to room in with me. There was talk about discharging her in the morning, but it was more likely going to be the late afternoon as long as the bilirubin levels stayed down.<br />
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On Sunday morning Lucy's nurse informed me that she would be discharged in the afternoon. A short while later she called our room with even better news. The doctors saw no reason to keep her as an ICN patient and wanted to discharge her immediately as long as I got her bilirubin levels checked in a couple of days. Making that phone call to Josh was bittersweet. "Would you like to come pick us up and take us home?" <br />
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The official diagnosis of Lucy's extended NICU stay was Tachypnea. Essentially, since she was not squeezed out of the birth canal not all the fluids in her lungs came out which caused her not to transition to regular breathing once born. After that cleared up, her later stay was a result of hyperbilirubinemia or Jaundice. Josh and I are so grateful for the care and love Lucy received while in the NICU and ICN. The nurses she had were amazing and they helped us to get through the tough parts and joined us in the exciting parts. We definitely felt the love.<br />
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<br />Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-60771605226660200632013-05-18T09:05:00.000-07:002013-05-19T09:06:22.650-07:0039 weeksToday marks 39 weeks of the fastest/slowest pregnancy ever! Anytime pregnancy falls into two different calendar years it seems to go on forever. Not to mention I found out I was pregnant at the very end of summer when it was still warm and it is starting to get warmer again here.<br />
We are using this weekend to get some last minute things done and spend some time as a family before we go in on Monday for the delivery of Baby Girl.<br />
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We still don't have a name for her. It's hard because all the names we like individually don't really settle well with the other. I am adamant that we both have to love the name and I feel like we are getting so close. I think when we see her we will know.<br />
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<i>At 39 weeks, I am definitely feeling the urge to be done and delivered! Baby Girl, you move around so much and love hearing your brother's voices. You put on quite the show for them. They watch my stomach move up and down and all around. Joey is so excited to meet you. He confessed the other day he was nervous because he didn't know how to take care of a girl. It made him feel better to know that I had never taken care of one either and that we would learn together. Van is still blissfully unaware of the big change that is about to happen. He knows my tummy is big and when you ask him to "show me your baby" he will lift his shirt up and proudly pat his own stomach. It is adorable! Daddy is eager for your arrival. He is so nonchalant about it all. I ask him if he is nervous and he just gets a big grin on his face and says, "I can't wait!" For me it has been an utter joy carrying you for these 39 weeks. I have amnesia about the first 23 being rough and so sick, but the last 16 weeks have been so blissful. I cannot wait to meet you and to have a daughter. I say it all the time, but I am still shocked to be getting a girl! It is a dream come true!</i><br />
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I just put the finishing touches on the nursery today. I got a special delivery in the mail yesterday from Auntie Kara that pretty much finished the room for me. I was dreading having to sew another blanket for the end of the bed (I am burnt out from sewing), but when I opened the package and and saw the beautiful quilt she made I knew it completed the room! Thanks Kara!<br />
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Without further ado, here is the reveal!<br />
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The color inspiration came from the fabric I purchased for the curtains. I admit it was a bit difficult finding patterns and colors to go with it but I kind of let the eclectic look take over. I suppose I also unintentionally made the nursery a flower theme, although it wasn't the original plan. At the end of the bed you can see the quilt Kara made. The pink blanket on the crib was a registry gift, but the crib skirt was a huge sewing triumph for me. I never knew you could sew ruffles on your sewing machine. This <a href="http://emmmylizzzy.blogspot.jp/2012/02/ruffled-waterfall-crib-skirt.html" target="_blank">tutorial </a>was majorly helpful in the process. It took me longer to cut, iron and hem then to do the actual ruffles. <br />
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The goal was to do as much DIY as possible when it came to the room. The flower poms over the crib were a new craft for me. I am not sure I love them completely but they help to bring the focal point up in the room and take over the white wall space. I followed this tutorial <a href="http://sewsweetstitches.blogspot.com/2010/04/handmade-tissue-paper-flowers-and.html" target="_blank">here </a>for the poms. The pinwheel garland over the closet doors actually came from Joey's 6th birthday banner. The colors didn't quite match, but there is red in the curtains so it did coordinate. <br />
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I went way overboard on hair bows and I am not even sorry for it. Not gonna lie, I will make more! I made sure to attach the clips to only the flower pieces so that I could switch out the assorted elastics with coordinating pieces. There are so many options to try out! The headband frame came from Pinterest, and I just used coordinating colors to make it my own. The original source can be found <a href="http://www.theparopost.com/2011/10/diy-bow-holder.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
Beneath the recycled changing table (was an Ikea hutch/desk) that used to be Van's is an assortment of burp clothes and nursing pads I made out of flannel and chenille cloth. Technically I could have reused the clothes I made for Van, but we still do use those on him for meal time messies and I couldn't pass up the really awesome sale Joann's seemed to have forever on flannel. <br />
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I have to laugh at the full size bed in the room. It was so close to being trashed on the last move, but Josh really nailed it together this time. It's not going anywhere unless you take an ax to it. I slabbed a coat of mistinted painted from Lowes on it. DEAL! The headboard used to be open with metal bars going through the four open slots. No joke, I upholstered cardboard with a little bit of batting and some leftover Chevron Premier Prints fabric and hot glue gunned it into the openings. It cost me nothing since everything was either in the recycling or left over from a previous project. The two bright coral tables came with the bed. It used to belong to my sister and all pieces were unfinished wood. Valspar had samples of their spring paints on sale at Lowes for $3. I saw it as a great excuse to pick up a color and try it out, not to mention who doesn't love a little bit of pink furniture? The pillowcases were sewn by me using some of Joann's calico prints and quilters cotton. The lamp base used to be black and the shade was a clearance find at Target. <br />
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The flower art pieces were made using canvas and assorted flower making tutorials a lot similar to headbands. The left flower (pink canvas) was a basic ruffle attached with hot glue in a flower shape. This <a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/2010/05/decorate-my-home-part-18-flower-wall.html" target="_blank">tutorial </a>was really helpful. The middle canvas was a completely though of on my own. Using different hair flower techniques I simply attached them to a painted canvas and painted on stems. The last canvas was crafted using felt to make a 3d flower. The original tutorial can be found <a href="http://taylorandlandon1.blogspot.com/2013/04/3d-felt-flower-art-tutorial.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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Thanks to my basic photoshop skills, some canvas, Office Depot copy center and some modge podge and paint, these little art pieces filled in an otherwise blank corner. If you are looking for digital chevron paper, this <a href="http://melstampz.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-bright-patterned-papers-chevron.html" target="_blank">blog </a>has tons to offer. <br />
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I really didn't have a huge vision for this room. Individual projects kind of came together to complete the room. In hindsight I would have chosen a different curtain fabric. It really restricted the design, but it also opened up the color palette to choose from a wide array of colors. If I had more time and energy I would sew some ruffled toss pillows, but for now this is the final project. I do like that these curtains can grow with Baby Girl, and can also be reused for different projects down the road. <br />
<br />Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-78627358908237014562013-05-12T20:05:00.000-07:002013-05-12T20:05:14.064-07:00Mother's DayThis year marked 5 years of getting to celebrate Mother's Day. As an official card carrying member of the Mom club I can't help but think back to the days when being a Mother was only a hope or wish to have someday. My first inclination is to pat myself on the back. I have come a LONG way from the person I used to be. I used to get really excited for the weekends and Thursday nights. It meant drinking, hanging with friends and causing mischief around campus. When homework came around it meant writing 5 page papers the night before they were due and only skimming text you were supposed to read. It meant not having to worry about anyone but myself. I had a bit of culture shock after marrying Josh and "taking care" of him. But not as much as when I became a Mom. Nothing prepares you for the tiny human who takes over your heart, body, mind and every day life.<br />
I fully admit that the first 2 years of parenting were the hardest thing I have ever done. Partly because Joey was a demanding and energetic baby, but it also had to do with turning myself into a well meaning, intentional human being; someone who cared more about her family than herself. The journey itself is the real thrill. Getting there and realizing that one day you care more about your son having a good day at school than your own day going as planned is the real success. <br />
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Even though this is the 5th Mother's Day, it feels all the more real this year and even more special than years past. It may be because I have two amazing boys and the blessing of a third child in a weeks time (hormones and emotions!), but it may be because I feel a unique honor that I was chosen to be these kid's Mom. I think at some point or another we all realize that if we conceived a month earlier or later we would have different kids, but the fact that we have the children we have is very special and unique. These children of mine love me in a way only a child could and I love these children of mine only in a way that their mother could.<br />
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On Friday, Joey came home eager to give me my Mother's Day card he made at school. I was pleasantly surprised by his answers to the 'Mom questionnaire' and it didn't end there.<br />
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Dad took him to Costco to do more shopping. On his own he picked out cherries and a Chocolate Mouse Cake. Josh added in hanging baskets. a card set and an Avocado bowl. My boys know me so well. I love Costco. <br />
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Even though there is only one day out of the year that actually celebrates Mothers. I personally feel that everyday is Mother's Day. I feel grateful that I get to take care of my little family. I don't mind that I am the one who cooks and cleans and does most of the diaper changes. The job isn't so bad when you feel honored to do it. I feel even more blessed that I don't feel the need for a break away from my family. Don't get me wrong, they are nice, but I always find myself missing my little family and just wanting to come home. I am so lucky that I get to come home to this after getting my hair done. <br />
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Being a Mom is great. Being a Mom in this wonderful family is a success I will gladly pat myself on the back for. <br /><br />
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<br />Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-66636047963426005892013-04-10T00:00:00.000-07:002013-04-10T00:00:04.207-07:00Happy 6th Birthday Joey<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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a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of
one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall
not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.<br />
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Happy 6th Birthday Joseph Benedict Callon.<br />
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In a few short years you have grown from a tiny baby in my arms to a bright, young boy.<br />
You are too smart for your age and yet you possess an innocence only a young man could have.<br />
You embrace life and infect others with your joyful optimism and wonderful stories and ideas. As a brother you have taken Van by the hand and led him through his own growth, one patient step at a time. As a son you never fail to impress and encourage your Mom and Dad. You are a friend, a helper, a team player and an eager learner. You have an inquiring mind that absorbs the information around you like a sponge. You may not call me Mommy anymore, but you will always be my first born baby boy. The Lord truly blessed us when he gave us you to raise and look after. May you always possess the enthusiasm of a small child and spread the love and joy you have brought to so many. <br />
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I love you all the way to the moon and back!<br />
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-Mommy<br />
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p.s. Last night you told me that you would watch Van while I took care of Baby Girl. You seldom give yourself credit for the wonderful little man you are. I hope you know how proud I am of you. You have taught me how to be a mother. Your brother and sister are lucky to have you to look up to. <br />
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BBehold,
children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put
to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.<br />
(Psalms 127:3-5 ESV) - See more at: http://ministry-to-children.com/bible-verses-about-children/#sthash.2TTEb9VZ.dpuf<div style="left: -1988px; position: absolute; top: -1999px;">
Behold,
children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put
to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.<br />
(Psalms 127:3-5 ESV) - See more at: http://ministry-to-children.com/bible-verses-about-children/#sthash.2TTEb9VZ.dpuf</div>
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Behold,
children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put
to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.<br />
(Psalms 127:3-5 - See more at: http://ministry-to-children.com/bible-verses-about-children/#sthash.2TTEb9VZ.dpuf</div>
Behold,
children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put
to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.<br />
(Psalms 127:3-5 - See more at: http://ministry-to-children.com/bible-verses-about-children/#sthash.2TTEb9VZ.dpuf</div>
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Behold,
children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put
to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.<br />
(Psalms 127:3-5 - See more at: http://ministry-to-children.com/bible-verses-about-children/#sthash.2TTEb9VZ.dpuf</div>
Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-75608138828765837972013-04-07T22:36:00.000-07:002013-04-08T09:23:24.301-07:0033 weeksI was looking back on old post of my pregnancy with Van and felt a little ashamed that I had done such a good job at tracking and writing about his and I haven't really done that this time around. I can't say that this pregnancy has been "non-chalant" but it sure seems that way after I got over being constantly sick and having the "plague". Ok, really it was just a really bad cold and sinus infection that lasted a month, but still; it knocked me on my butt. Since about the 23/24 week mark things have been smooth sailing. Being my third, I opted in for online virtual visits instead of going to the doctors office every 2-4 weeks. Since they mainly want vitals, they sent me home with a blood pressure monitor, a Doppler, and pee sticks (to test for protein). I essentially Skype/webcam with a practitioner and the appointment is over with in 10 minutes. No muss, no fuss.<br />
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Surprisingly I have only gained 25 pounds so far. February was a brutal month though. Too many temptations! Girl Scout cookies, Subway $5 foot-longs and Valentines Day were my downfall! Drool! So good! On the odder side of things I still fit into my regular pants, albeit they are super snug though. Since I am having a girl, I am carrying her a little higher and clothes have been a little more forgiving this time around. But let's be real here, maternity pants are way more comfortable and sweats are even more comfortable. Unless I am out and about, sweats and yoga pants are this pregnant girl's best friend!<br />
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Since this pregnancy is winding down I am starting to tire often and lose steam frequently. Most people, who don't know me, don't think I look pregnant. I joke around and say that with my height and build, I am a very roomy and hospitable uterus hotel. That being said, I feel like I am running out of "room" for her. She reminds me constantly with sharp jabs and kicks in every direction. The reminders are especially apparent at night.<br />
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As far as prep work goes I "set-up" the nursery today. I use that term loosely since there is still a lot of work that needs to be put in to it. I have a ton of sewing to still do. Nursing pads, burp clothes, skirts, and headbands are all on my to do list. I made a nursing shawl and boppy cover about a month ago from some Amy Butler fabric that I am in love with and cannot wait to put those to good use. No more flashing innocent eyes while breastfeeding! I also completed the curtains for the nursery that are the main inspiration for the room. The hard part now is to find coordinating fabrics and colors so that the nursery doesn't look too busy. <br />
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Do you see what I mean about "a lot of work"? I also think I need to rearrange more. But do you see that beauty of a crib? That was my $44 clearance find at Target back in January. It was the exact crib I wanted, but in the wrong color. Beggars can't be choosers though. I couldn't pass up that great deal. I even put it together myself! Let's not mention the fact that I will have two children in cribs. Shhhh!!!Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-31164061252522489362013-04-07T21:47:00.002-07:002013-04-07T21:47:52.857-07:00EasterWe were blessed with beautiful weather for Easter Sunday this year. Couple that with actually being prepared with Easter baskets (I forgot last year) and coordinating outfits for the boys, and the fact that we were celebrating the Resurrection, the day was perfect. <br />
We wholeheartedly attempted to do the Saturday evening Mass in an effort to avoid the "crowds" this year. The boys were bathed and dressed, my makeup was done and Josh was all showered after mowing the lawn; but both the boys and Josh were uber tired, so we opted to call it a night and brave the 8am mass in the morning. <br />
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I had Easter pictures done of the boys earlier in the week with the awesome shirts I found at Goodwill and the matching ties I sewed. Ashley, of course took the pictures. I should have known better than to try getting them taken at a park though. Both the boys just wanted to play, but Ashley was able to capture a couple of candid shots along with a lot action ones. Ashley always captures such amazing pictures of my boys. She has quite
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I did pat myself on the back for keeping Joey's size 6 Converse from when he was Van's age because they fit Van swimmingly and Joey always rocks the Converse.<br />
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Later in the afternoon we headed out to Yelm to have an Easter celebration with Josh's family. We enjoyed delicious sandwiches, salsa, festive deviled eggs and a very sweet carrot cake I made. It was delicious and rich and oh so wonderful. Mom put on a highly competitive Easter Egg hunt in the front and the backyard and it consisted of some of the eggs filled with gold dollar coins and one very special egg with a $20 bill in it. Josh found the big one! Whoop whoop! Since the weather was so nice the boys also took an airplane ride on Dad's new Twin Comanche while the girls stayed back to chat. After they came back we rounded out the day by playing a very fun game of Whiffle Ball.<br />
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<br />Keana C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02374377595161634032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532546005719945193.post-13512463375810639492013-03-18T11:41:00.000-07:002013-04-02T11:42:28.162-07:00Saint Patrick's Day<br />
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Since I was still recovering from the baby shower the day before, we had a low key Saint Patrick's day. I had made Corn Beef, cabbage, and red potatoes earlier in the week using a crock pot recipe I came across on Pinterest. It was OK, it seemed overcooked and the house stunk like cabbage for days afterwards. It led me to implement a new policy in the Callon Household. No cooked cabbage allowed; ever! Seeing that I am the only one who enjoys this Irish feast as is, we opted for something different for dinner. <br />
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Naturally I bought green shirts for the boys and I wore my polka dot green maternity shirt that I seem to wear almost every Saint Patrick's Day, pregnant or not. Surprisingly Josh owned something green as well. It was a little funny at church, we wore all green and really, no one else did. But I like the spirit of the day, even if it meant no good beer to down and no big celebration either. <br />
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