tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68068807542538466892024-02-07T10:16:58.922-05:00Keeping up with KinneyLauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-34162391502604092812013-10-11T15:48:00.001-04:002013-10-11T17:31:42.933-04:00Some things I have learned as a new mommy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">1. Moms
are incredibly judgmental and critical of other moms</span></b></div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Breastfeeding Mom vs. Formula Mom, Working Mom vs. Stay at
home Mom, Co-sleeping Mom vs. Crib sleeping Mom, Store bought baby food Mom vs.
Made from scratch baby food Mom, Cloth diaper Mom vs. Disposable diaper Mom…the list could go on an on. I admit I am
guilty, we are human and we ALL have opinions (and you know what they say about
opinions) I see things and think (here’s the crucial part) TO MYSELF…”I would
do ______ differently.” I have heard of this saga called the “Mommy Wars” and
it is so baffling true. Mom’s will Google and Bing until they find a “Baby
Center” or “Scientific” article to prove that THEIR theory/process/idea is THE right and only way to do something. I
am particularly shocked at the open way Mom’s will attack on social media
sites; obviously the most notable on Facebook. I promise you I love my child and only have her best interest in mind and in my heart. Just like I assume you...other mom...do too. I get that how I parent may
not work for your family…just like how you parent probably wouldn't work for
mine. I have a happy, healthy baby that I have successfully managed to keep
alive for 8 months…I must be doing SOMETHING right. Right?!</div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b> 2. </b><b>Opinions/Advice</b></span><br />
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I mentioned this above. We all have opinions and like I have
already noted …you know what they say about opinions…but until I ASK you for
your opinion/advice then it was not/is not wanted. As new moms we are ALL
figuring it out. And we are figuring out what works for OUR family. Whether you
last gave birth 25 years ago or 6 months ago, I assure you I have it under control. My
favorite is the girl/lady/woman that has ZERO children but thinks they know how
to parent. I will be the first to admit I was guilty of this. I worked in a
daycare from the time I was 16 until I finished college, a total of 6 years. I
thought I had it all figured out. I honestly thought I KNEW how to parent from
watching tons of moms walk up and down the daycare hallways. WRONG WRONG WRONG.
The truth is…all I walked away with was knowing how to diaper and swaddle. Nothing
burns up a mom more than unsolicited advice from a female that only THINKS they
know how to parent. So to all you ladies out there without children: keep your “advice”
under lock and key. Until you have stayed up all hours of the night, spent your
days fighting off delirium, listen to screams that could bust your ear drums,
have spit up running down your face, neck and shirt, a shower is a mini
vacation, you stick thermometers up a little ones bottom, wipe away tiny baby tears
that make you burst out into giant crocodile tears and dismiss the fecal matter that has somehow gotten onto the sleeve of your brand new tshirt until
you calm down and rock your precious little angel to sleep all while under the
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Now, there will be times that I
ASK for your opinion/advice and when I ASK you for it I am WELCOMING you
thoughts and suggestions. I will honestly want to know what you think. Until
then…chances are all I hear is the Charlie Brown teacher voice and it goes in
one ear and out the other. Because I have a happy, healthy baby that I have
successfully managed to keep alive for 8 months…I must be doing something
right. Maybe not the way you would do it…but the way that works best for my
family.</div>
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<o:p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <span style="color: blue;">3.</span></b></span><span style="color: blue;"> </span></o:p><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;">Insta-Dri</span></b></div>
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Busy moms take note! This stuff is fantastic and FAST (a
bonus for mamas on the go!)!!! I used to buy the OPI’s, China Glaze and Orly.
But now I only buy Sally Hansen, Insta-Dri. It dries super fast and I can wear
for a long time before it starts to chip or peel away. To be honest though the
greatest thing about it is how fast it dries and I am assuming Sally Hansen has
had some success with this line of polish because they have started coming out
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<span style="color: blue;"><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;"> 4. </span></b></o:p><b style="font-size: x-large;">Registry-
If I knew then what I know now</b></span></div>
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I admit when we registered for Kinney we mostly registered
basically off esthetics (how it looked) and worried about functionality lastly.
I mean we were first time parents with friends who don’t have kids and we
really didn’t know what we needed. Here are the things I would have registered
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<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Highchair</b>-
LOVE our highchair. It is cute and goes with our kitchen tables and
chairs. But for functionality and practical purposes we totally should
have bought a “Highchair space saver” it is a highchair seat that straps
onto one of your dining room chairs. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Bottles</b>- Dr.
Brown bottles are supposed to be wonderful bottles for babies with acid
reflux. However, if you do not have a baby with acid reflux ditch the high maintenance bottles. Unless you don’t mind spending half your night washing and
sanitizing a million pieces. </li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Rock’n’Play</b>-
I had no clue that I needed such a WONDERFUL contraption. This needs to be
on EVERY. NEW. MOM. Registry. It is simply A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!! I do not have
enough wonderful things to say about this. Kinney slept in it beside me
for months. It is on a slight incline so it helped with congestion. I know
a lot of reflux babies use this. It was wonderful for travel and it was so
easy to move around the house with us. Kinney has been sleeping in her
crib for about 2 months now. But we occasionally break out the rock’n’play
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<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Resinol-</b>
Go ahead and hang on to “Butt Paste”, “Destin”, “A+D” and whatever other
diaper creams you have but make sure to make some room in your medicine
cabinet for this little gem. Kinney’s daycare teachers have been raving to
me about this cream. Telling me how wonderful it was and I would just
smile and nod. Kinney has never really had much use for diaper creams…she
has rarely had a red bottom. And then she had some drainage that lead to
an upset stomach and I will let you figure out the rest. So, I gave in…went
to Kroger, walked to the baby aisle picked up a container of “Butt Paste” and “A+D”…and then I
proceeded to the pharmacy counter. I showed the pharmacist what I had and
then inquired about “Resinol”. Needless to say the Butt Paste and A+D were
placed back on the shelf and the Resinol now resides in Kinney's baby bag.
Love the stuff!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Stick
to the registry-</b> No matter how much you think you know someone’s taste
just forgo the baby clothes shopping and buy what they have registered
for. I am once again guilty of doing this pre Kinney. I know it’s tough to
turn away from those teenie tiny precious onesies but chances are your
taste is not theirs…even if you THINK it is. For example: Adam and I don’t
particularly care for clothing that has writing on it like “Mommy’s
Princess” or “Daddy’s Cutie”…so that excludes about 90% of baby clothing…now,
do NOT get me wrong. I see nothing wrong with it on other kids/babies. To
me, really, it is no different than me liking Coke and you liking Diet
Coke. I think nothing of it. I love smocked outfits but my manager (she
has an 18 month old daughter) thinks they are cheesy and I totally would
have pegged her as someone that would love them…good thing I didn’t get
her daughter one that I had been eyeing for her. That would have been
money down the drain. So, unless you have heard someone say “I like this”
--- “I don’t like this”--- then just stick to the items they have listed
as a need.</li>
<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Buggy –
Highchair cover</b>: When registering you don’t really think about the future,
as in 6-8 months down the road after babys birth. Or maybe I am just
guilty of that…but anywho… I love the buggy-highchair cover thing…not for
the germs (I am totally not a germaphobe) but because when your child is
still new at the whole “sitting up” thing it really helps to hold them, to
stabilize them. Think about it…those carts and high chairs are also
designed for kids well up to 3 or 4 years old…much larger then a 6 or 8
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<li class="MsoNormal"><b>Exersaucer-</b>
Kinney first used one at my parent’s house, that they had bough on
consignment, when she was around 4 months old. The girl LOVED it! Would
have been nice to have the foresight to add this gem to the registry but
like I said…I had tunnel vision while registering and nothing really went
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<o:p>I am amazed at the patience level I have with my 8 month old. However, I am less than amused at my level (lack there of) of patience for everyone or everything else. Oy vey!</o:p></div>
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I know that I have just offered up some unsolicited advice.
But #1, I didn't make you read this. #2. Just keep this in your back pocket as
some FYI’s ;)</div>
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-60953144042269353032013-09-11T16:29:00.000-04:002013-09-11T16:56:05.271-04:007 months old and has an email account...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Wow. I am really no good at keeping up with this blog. But alas it won't stop me from periodically and infrequently attempting :)<br />
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3 1/2 months have past since my last post and things have REALLY changed. I looked back at my last post to see where I had left off. Kinney had just started discovering that she could roll over but couldn't complete the cycle of a full 360 degree rotation...now she's basically crawling, rolling all over the house and sits up all on her own!!!<br />
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She's happy, healthy and in general an easy going baby. She is everything that I hoped and prayed so desperately for. This day last year, Sept 11, 2012, was the day that we found out we would be expecting a baby GIRL..it was also the day that shook my world. The day that sent me straight to a high risk doctor. The day that had me crying with fear, hurt and wondering how and why. And through it all, the appointments, the questions, the sadness...God had us right where he wanted us. And in the end through many prayers He blessed us so richly with a happy and HEALTHY baby girl. Looking back on that day, a year ago, it is forever etched in my mind. And is a crazy example of how emotional pregnancy can be and how sweet it is in the end.<br />
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As I mentioned earlier it has been awhile and so much has changed. Kinney is basically crawling and is within reach of actually crawling...on her hands and knees...SO SOON. Adam says he thinks she'll get it before the week is over. I don't know...we'll see. Right now she pulls forward with her arms/elbows and pushes off with her feet...kind of a belly scoot. She is obsessed with rattles, remotes and stuffed animals. One stuffed animal that she seems to favor over others is her Llama Llama (red pajamas) that's one I'll have to hang on to and save for the future once she decides she's too cool for Llama Llama.<br />
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Kinney started a new daycare that we are OBSESSED with! Adam knows her teachers names, what they did on the weekends and occasionally takes them breakfast when he drops Kinney off. I don't think Adam could have told you the names of her teachers at the old daycare. So if that doesn't show you what a difference this place is!!! They love Kinney...they love ALL the kids in their class. There was an obvious difference in Kinney after just a few days in her new daycare with her new teachers. Her babbling increased considerable in amount AND volume. Whatever we are working on at home they work in conjunction with us. For example: I told them that I was working on sitting up with her at home, so they worked with her on sitting up at the daycare...within days she was sitting up! Kinney has also made a little girlfriend...her name is Sailor. They are buddies and play together. TN law is 8 babies with 2 teachers...at her daycare they only have 5 babies with 2 teachers so they are really able to interact with the babies...and it shows. We praise them and they praise us as parents. We get tickled when they tell us that they can tell that we read to her because she is the only kid in her class interested in books, can turn the pages and listens (or so it seems) intensely when they read to them. I know I said earlier that we are obsessed with our daycare...but I really mean it. We LOVE Ms. Sandy and Ms. Shae!!!!<br />
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A few other firsts:<br />
-First boat ride<br />
-First play date<br />
-First swim<br />
-First Football game (it was my first NFL game)<br />
-1st time watching the Peabody Ducks march<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was HOT! But FUN! My first NFL game</td></tr>
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Some upcoming firsts!<br />
- First beach trip/vacation<br />
- First Halloween (we need to come up with an idea)<br />
- First Thanksgiving (we have SO MUCH to be thankful for)<br />
- First Christmas<br />
Maybe somewhere on this list I'll be able to add ear piercing between now and her first birthday ;)<br />
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Kinney is your typically baby/7 month old. She cries when she's hungry or sleepy (heaven forbid a combination of both). She barely whimpers when she falls or bumps her head (or any other limb) on something...she's a tough cookie...but we don't make a big deal about it...no whiners here! She does not have teeth an does not show any signs of teething, yet. Although I will be sad when she does...not only because she'll feel crummy and it will break my heart...but I sure will miss that toothless grin. Kinney wants whatever it is you are playing with and she stalks our cat on the daily.<br />
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With pinterest at my fingertips ideas are always floating around. ESPECIALLY baby ideas. I stumbled upon one not too long ago and mentioned it to Adam but nothing came of it...I saw it again on a random blog post that someone else posted on Facebook. I originally thought it was a neat idea...a wonderful way to capture and compile "notes" or thoughts that you or others might have. And in the end will be a wonderful keepsake for Kinney...maybe at her 18th birthday. KINNEY HAS AN EMAIL: <span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">kinneylessiehammond@gmail.com</span><br />
her daddy and I will use it to send her messages. When I am at work or away and thinking about her I will write to her what is on my mind. I will use it to document her "firsts", cute things she says or does, embarrassing stories and tell her over and over and over again how much I love her. I want to encourage family and friends to send messages too!!! Whenever you would like. Adam and I both have access to the account but will probably more then likely never check it...it will probably follow the same routine maintenance this blog has...very little to none ;) But in 2013 emailing is much more convenient then keeping up with a book. So please...PLEASE...no matter who you are...a family member...a close friend...a not so close, we-only-know-each-other-on-facebook, kind of friend ...feel free to send Kinney a message if she is on your mind...ever...don't be shy...this will truly be a special keepsake in the end.<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>kinneylessiehammond@gmail.com</b></span><br />
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-14409877542950728172013-05-23T16:45:00.000-04:002013-05-23T16:49:59.510-04:00Likes and Dislikes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Again, I fall a little behind on my blogging. But really we have typical (uneventful) lives...we wake up, we go to work, we come home, play with Kinney, we make dinner, play with Kinney, we watch some TV, play with Kinney, then go to bed and the routine starts all over :)<br />
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However some exciting things have happened lately!<br />
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My little sister graduated college! It may have taken Kristen a few years and a couple of colleges to figure out what she wanted to do for the rest of her life but once she did she flourished! She majored in Early Childhood Education...and thinks she would like to teach Kindergarten. Oh, and did I mention she was an HONOR graduate! School wasn't always easy for Kristen but for as long as I can remember she has ALWAYS been a hard worker (I on the other hand had all the ability...but 1/10th of the drive) I admire her in so many ways and am so proud of her! Next step: getting her Masters! She's already been accepted into the program.<br />
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A little fun fact about me: I am the only female in my family that is not in the education field.<br />
My cousin's wife Megan: Kindergarten teacher (also Teach of the Year! Yay!)<br />
My cousin's wife Victoria: Middle School Math teacher<br />
My cousin's fiance Nicole: Elementary teacher<br />
My Aunt Karen: Kindergarten Para-pro<br />
My mama: Elementary teacher BUT the NEW PACE and EIP teacher at her school!<br />
My sister: a future educator ;)<br />
My Aunt Teresa: High School nurse<br />
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Even my Daddy works for a school system as the Occupational Physical Therapist for special needs children. Oh, and I can't forget my cousin Matt (Megan's husband) he works at the High School as a Special Education teacher.<br />
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And then there's me....the "fundraiser"<br />
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I also celebrated my first "Mother's Day"...now, I am not one for Hallmark Holidays...like Valentines Day, but I did think it was so sweet for friends and family to remember me on my "first mothers day" all the text, calls and facebook posts were so sweet! I got to do exactly what I wanted to do that day...lounge, nap and watch movies :) Kinney (Adam) also had a sweet present for me, even though I said over and over again that I did not need or want anything. My Mama also gave me a gift with Kinney's hands and foot prints...I know it is silly but I love those little crafts more than any diamonds, gold or pearls. And now that I sit here and think about it I really appreciate how my Mama respects ME as a Mom. No matter the request I have (when it comes to Kinney) she does what I ask and doesn't question or try to argue with me. Even if she thinks it's silly or me being a little extreme. If I say: Kinney has to stay awake my Mama will wear her OWN SELF out keeping Kinney entertained. Or if I say: Don't put her diaper on too tight, she makes sure to pay attention to how snug her diapers are (even though that statement is usually followed with the question,"Why, did I put it on too tight before?" and I always respond "No"...it's just one of those "hang ups" I have...I chalk it up to being a new mom. I just really respect her for the fact that she respects me as a parent. She doesn't disregard how I want/like things done...EVEN IF she might want too. She lets me (and Adam) be the parent and she has NO IDEA how grateful and appreciative I am for that.<br />
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Now the good stuff<br />
Kinney's likes and dislikes<br />
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- Mornings! She is SUCH a happy girl in the AM...and that makes it hard for us to get ready for work.<br />
- Her mat (she's been trying to roll over...she gets halfway there with no problems but has only had success once with making a full roll.)<br />
- Bath time<br />
- Playing with her feet<br />
- Sticking her tounge out<br />
- TRYING to sit up<br />
- And our undivided attention in general<br />
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- If she thinks (or knows) we are not in the room with her she will wail until we are back<br />
- Her car seat. Oy Vey! I think the long car ride to GA a few weeks ago has traumatized her<br />
- the blub thing we use to suck the snot out of her nose or me whipping her nose in general<br />
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For the most part she's a happy growing baby. And we still find ourselves saying to each other, "Can you believe she is our's?"<br />
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-73678800082395252792013-05-03T16:41:00.003-04:002013-05-03T16:45:12.516-04:00Daddy Days--- written by Adam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">Lauren asked me to write a few words about being dad to Kinney, and I feel I should go ahead and disclose there is no way for me to possibly explain the joy and love in my heart because of this amazing gift from God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I like to call Kinney the best surprise of my life; it all started after my birthday weekend. Well it didn't all start then but that's a different story. <span class="emoticon emoticon_wink" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/yW/r/p4dz5WVOzMC.png); background-position: 0px -1393px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=";)"></span> My parents had just left town, and I had just gotten home from work. Tired from a crazy day and annoyed with typical Monday stuff. As soon as I walked in Lauren asked my to come sit down. She seemed concerned, and I was immediately worried something had happened to my parents. That's when she said "I'm pregnant." I had never really thought about that moment between the two of us, because I didn't think I would become a father until much later, but I was immediately overwhelmed with a sense of joy and purpose. The first thing i did was hug Lauren (I've always known she was going to be a fabulous and caring mother) and pray to God. I asked Him to give my girl (I knew it was going to be a girl, and i said that) a huge purpose in life that would change the world for the better and to give Lauren and me the strength, wisdom, and patients to nurture His purpose for her. It's funny how the Lord works. He blessed us with a beautiful gift who we never even knew we wanted, but I was immediately so thankful for His plan in my life and so thankful for this little girl that I immediately loved. Overjoyed doesn't even begin to sum up how I felt them moment I found out about her.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">You may notice that I'm talking a lot about God which is pretty untypical of me because I am generally more private about my faith. But Kinney has taught me so much about faith and my walk with God, and she is only two months old. That started toward the middle of the pregnancy when the doctor told us she had multiple heart defects. We had already been through a scare because of sack separation. You can imagine how trying and emotional that was for Lauren and me. As soon as we found out about the heart problems I knew it would be ok and we would do whatever surgeries and medical treatments we needed to make our girl healthy. But I must say it was really disarming when the doctor told us terminating the pregnancy was an option at that point because of the bleak outlook. Thankfully, Lauren and I share similar beliefs about that and it was not an option. Instead we prayed. We asked God to heal her heart and make everything ok. He delivered and literally gave us the miracle we had been asking for. When she was born there were no signs of heart defects despite the list of frighting conditions handed to us by the specialist. Even now I put my ear to Kinney's chest and listen to that beautiful heart beat. Because of this life changing experience Lauren and I are very mindful of families who pray for their own miracles and get a different answer. I asked for God to give her a big purpose and this miracle is proof that He has plans for her that only he knows, but Lauren and I will work tirelessly to nurture.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lauren's pregnancy was great and she was a rock star in the delivery room. She showed amazing strength and courage that I could never match. After an entire day of labor, and hours of pushing our girl was finally here. From the moment I saw her and held her tears flowed from my eyes because I knew what a gift she was, and that this child who wasn't planned and had already overcome so many obstacles was mine and forever a part of my life. I was immediately so grateful. Holding your own child in your arms for the first time is an experience I can't even begin to explain. Knowing that she is literally half of me and half of the person I love most embodied into one person is so marvelous. It was amazing to soak in those first moments of her life. Who knows how her story will unfold from that moment. Kinney could be an Olympic athlete. She could hold the cure for cancer in her brain. She could be a hero who many people depend on. Who knows how it will turn out, but I do know nothing has given me more happiness than being Kinney's father, and I will do anything to protect her and provide for her and make sure she finds and fulfill the purpose God has for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have probably been much more long winded than Lauren intended me to be, but Kinney is such a joy and a fantastic baby. She eats like she should and sleeps over eight hours a night (knock on wood). The absolute best part of my day is when I get to come home and see her and her mom-- and bath time. Kinney is so happy in the tub, and I love that I get to share that time with her. The bath is my duty and we have a great time playing in the bubbles. After that we always read a story and its crazy to see her so engaged in every word I'm saying from such a young age. I also love talking to her and teaching her things and telling her stories about my day, even though she has no idea what I'm talking about. Haha. And there is nothing like seeing her beautiful smile and bright eyes in the morning to spur me on and try to build a legacy that her and her siblings (God willing) will be proud of.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Speaking of legacy, Kinney is named after my grandmother Reba Kinney Hammond. Nana, as I call her, is the most kind, genuine and honorable person I have ever known. As a judge in my hometown she demanded respect from everyone, and every ounce of that respect was deserved. She taught me how to love others, respect people, work hard, spread kindness, and I pray Kinney will take on those attributes. I know Kinney has one heck of a guardian angel watching her every day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Finally I want to end this by saying I am so proud of my wife. Lauren is such a fantastic mother and I have never loved her more. I find comfort in knowing when Kinney grows up and is raising a family of her own, Lauren and I will still get to share this beautiful life together. From the moment we found out about Kinney she has naturally embraced motherhood, and it is such a dream to watch her with Kinney. I love the two of them more than anything. Nothing bring my more joy than holding Kinney close feel her beautiful heart beat. I have a new respect for my parents also in seeing how they must have felt and feel for me. If I have one message for you in all this it is that life is a journey with beautiful surprising along he way. Everything happens for a reason and is part of a bigger plan you cannot fathom. We all have a purpose, and that ultimate purpose is to praise and glorify God. May you be as blessed as He has been to me.</span><br />
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-30454658414469002552013-04-26T11:23:00.002-04:002013-04-26T11:23:53.371-04:00Oh, crud!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Kinney has the <span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"crud"</b></span></span>!!!!<br />
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Oh man, and it has been breaking our hearts. Per usual she has been handling it much better than we have, haha. We noticed that she started coughing a lot while we were home in GA this past weekend. The pollen is much worse there than here in Memphis. She's done really well with spending time outside (in Memphis) and not having any issues...but now....oh lordy. Yesterday morning she was hacking so bad in her sleep that she scared me to death. It probably took a good hour to get my heart under control...and my girly didn't even bat an eyelash. I sat up with her, sucked out her nasal passages with the "blub" thing they give you from the hospital...however, I knew she didn't feel 100% when after feeding and changing her she went right back to sleep (with a little bit of crying/whining). Kinney is a fantastic night sleeper (knocking on wood now) she will sleep 8-10 hours....with that said she doesn't really nap during the day...no matter how much we try...so around 7:30-8 Kinney is ill and ready for bed. (She's really developing a good routine) and that is besides the point...after Kinney has slept her 8-10 hours she is UP and she is HAPPY. Her mornings are our favorites! She is so smiley and giddy!!! Yesterday when she kept drifting off to sleep I knew she wasn't feeling herself. I thought about keeping her home but Adam's exact words to me were, "You can do what you want but you can't keep her home every time she sneezes." So, instead I gave him strict orders to make sure that Kinney's "teachers" knew that she didn't feel good and to call me if she was too fussy or not doing well and that I would come get her.<br />
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I called the doctor on my drive to work to see what we could do to alleviate some of the discomfort for her. Of course, only being 2 1/2 months old there is basically nothing you can do...and I already knew that. I was instructed to elevate her while sleeping, use the blub suck-thing on her, to use some saline nose spray (which I made Daddy do to her) and to give her LOTS of love and snuggles (which is not a problem at our house). Being a new mom of course I called the daycare and of course the daycare not wanting me to worry said that she was fine. I spent a lot of my time yesterday researching the difference between a humidifier and a vaporizer (we went with the vaporizer...I think Adam is kind of jealous of it. He said he wanted one for his side of the bed). She slept a lot (which is out of the norm for her because like I said earlier she doesn't really sleep during the day) when I brought her home from daycare...but only if she was being held...and we didn't mind doing that :)<br />
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She slept a LITTLE better last night...we did a regiment of saline sprays, blub squeezes, I put her in a bouncy sleep thing in the bathroom with me while I took a hot shower (you can forget morning showers...I spend my mornings playing with my girl!), vicks baby rub on chest, vaporizer by her bed, white noise (what she sleeps to) on high and elevated our little nugget and she drifted off with zero problems...and only started to sound a little cruddy towards time to wake up. HOWEVER she WAS the happy, smiley girl that we know and love this morning so I think we may be on the up hill swing of this thing :)<br />
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Today at work we are celebrating "Administrative Professional Day"...and our CEO gave us all half a day! Yay! I am about to blow this Popsicle stand, go grocery shopping and then spend the rest of the day with my one and only!!! HAPPY WEEKEND everyone!!!!<br />
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-77163652482968457372013-04-24T15:09:00.002-04:002013-04-24T16:07:10.530-04:00It's okay!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Pregnancy is NOT easy on your self-esteem/image. I remember standing in the bathroom/closet and whining (sometimes crying) that nothing fit me. Or that things didn't "look right". Adam would always remind me that I was pregnant and to remember that there are women out there that would be over joyed that their clothes didn't fit as long as they were having a baby. And granted he was right...and yes some days I should have had a better attitude...but on most days that was easier said than done.<br />
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I was NOT ready for the toll that pregnancy was going to take on my self-esteem. And I was even more surprised to learn that so many women felt the way I did. I was talking to a co-worker yesterday (she had a baby back in December) and I was a little surprised when she confided in me how shallow she felt because she knew she was bringing a miracle into this world but she HATED what it was doing/did to her body. I totally agreed with her. You feel AWFUL admitting it...like you're the worst human being, mommy-to-be on the planet...but everyone (yes, even pregnant woman) want to feel "pretty" and it's tough to feel when you are waddling around with a face full of pimples and feet so swollen the only thing they fit into are crocs (I never experienced the bad skin or swollen feet...but I swear you could feel the earth shake with every step that I took, haha)...and trust me, it's not any easier post baby when you look at your sagging top half and even saggier bottom half (belly...don't have a dirty mind). I remember one time...it was around Thanksgiving...we went to Cracker Barrel to eat and a lady (who looked like she had just gotten done with her 4th serving at Golden Corral and then decided to have her 5th meal at Cracker Barrel) came up to me and said,"Girlllllll...I saw you coming all the way from the car! You gonna have a big baby" I was mortified. I was around 7 months pregnant at the time, so that meant I had 2 more to go. If people already thought I looked "too big" what in the world was I going to look like/feel like in 2 more months?!?!<br />
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I NEVER knew how much I weighed (gained) throughout my pregnancy...I swear! I didn't see the point in beating myself up over something that was the inevitable. Even when we checked into the hospital they asked me my weight and I told them honestly that I had no idea. They had to bring a scale to my room to weigh me...and I made sure they understood that I DID. NOT. WANT. TO. KNOW.<br />
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And I don't really get into "Hollywood Gossip" trash magazine stuff. But it really irked me when people were making fun of Kim Kardashian and her weight gain. Yes, she shouldn't have worn the outfit and I admit resembled Shamu. Yes, she will probably get a multi million dollar deal with Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig...but she's still HUMAN! I thought it was AWFUL and down right distasteful the way the media talked about her. CLEARLY a slow news day and evoked by a man...<br />
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Pregnancy is tough...emotionally as well as physically...and in ways you never imaged...but completely and TOTALLY well worth it all in the end! To all the beautiful (even though you may not feel it) pregnant woman and new Mama's out there...do what makes you feel pretty! I took ENDLESS teasing for wearing my high heels all the way through my pregnancy...including the 9th month. It made me feel "pretty" it made me feel "me" and I didn't care what others had to say. Every day I got fully dressed and full makeup...anything to make me feel like me (a less puffier version of me) I did. Do what makes you feel good. You MORE than deserve it! Splurge on a cute maternity outfit (ESPECIALLY if it is cute because most of it is ugly). You are carrying the precious gift of life and soon your priorities will shift and you will put your baby before you. TRUST ME! Recently we stopped by some outlets...Adam left with something new, Kinney left with something new...guess who left with nothing...haha. Don't feel guilty because you blame some weight gain/zits/stretch marks on your little bundle of joy. Soon those things will go away...and the things that don't won't matter any more :) Just know, you're not alone and you ARE beautiful...zits, swollen feet and all :)</div>
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-52615150331577588562013-04-18T15:43:00.000-04:002013-04-18T16:31:11.913-04:00wishes, wants, dreams and hopes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Now that I am back at work and it is the slow season for us I will have more time to keep up my blog, featuring our own personal star (of our lives). </div>
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Adam and I never wanted to be those annoying people on facebook that continuously, non-stop, post about our kids. But the truth is...she's the biggest part of our lives right now. Honestly, I try to limit my facebooking...but on instagram...you can forget it. I even have a disclaimer stating: "<span style="color: red;"><b>WARNING</b></span>: Do not follow me unless you don't mind seeing pics of my baby girl because that's all I take pictures of...don't say I didn't warn you." --- here you will see pictures that never see the light of day on facebook. Occasionally there will be an instagram pic that finds its way to facebook... so, if we are those annoying people that you have to "hide" on your timeline because you are sick of seeing our kids face...I totally understand, we've been there too...just understand our side of it...we don't AIM to be annoying, haha.</div>
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And here I am at work just wishing away my day thinking about my little nugget. Since she's been born I constantly think to myself...I wish, want, dream, HOPE ________ for Kinney.<br />
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I hope that Kinney will know the value of every person she comes in contact with.</div>
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I hope that Kinney is kind and understands that everyone is fighting a battle.</div>
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I hope that Kinney will know the importance of giving, donating and volunteering.</div>
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I hope that Kinney will know that sometimes you just have to let people go.</div>
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I hope she will know to dance with God and that He'll let the perfect guy cut in.</div>
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I hope that she will find a man that treats her as wonderful as her Daddy treats me.</div>
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I hope the family of the man that wins her heart loves her, respects her and welcomes her with warm open arms.<br />
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I hope that Kinney will know that "comparison is the thief of joy." --- that she is one of a kind and that she does not need to compare herself to others.</div>
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I hope that no matter what she can see the good in a situation.</div>
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I want her to know that tough times don't last, but tough people do.</div>
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I want her to know that you can't live a positive life with a negative mind.</div>
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I hope she will know that some people create their own storms and get mad when it rains...this is not her fault or her problem.</div>
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I want her to know that there is not a secret to being happy...you create your own <span style="color: magenta;"><b>HAPPY</b></span></div>
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I want her to know anything is possible.</div>
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I pray, wish, want and hope that no matter what...NO MATTER WHAT...that she knows we love her...to the moon and back...because as long as I am alive my baby she will be. </div>
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I could keep this list going on and on. And the real reality is...that she will learn by example. So, I pray that God gives us, her parents the ability to not only talk the talk BUT walk the walk.</div>
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-56467701948505131062013-04-16T17:41:00.002-04:002013-04-16T17:45:01.838-04:00Life with Kinney...in a nutshell!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it has been 4 months since I have updated my blog. And in that time <strike>somethings</strike> LOTS of things have changed. Our lives have been turned upside down and revolve around a now 12 lbs. baby girl that melts our hearts every. single. day.... Kinney Lessie<br />
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On February 7th, 2013, I was induced. As Adam's facebook status said, it was "game time". We checked into the hospital around 6am and around 7:30am the nurses started the pitocin and at this time they thought Kinney would make her entrance between 7-8pm making it a 11 hour L&D...(when in the end when it was all said an done, it turned out to be a 16 hour L&D). Contractions started and held out for as long as I could before the epidural. Here is the weird thing about the whole epidural experience (for me) it is one of the things that I can recall vividly and remember as one of the sweetest moments between Adam and me. I was scared out of my mind!!! He was SUCH a rock...absolutely incredible. The foreign Russian anesthesiologist came into the room and I could hardly understand a thing he was saying. The nurses sat me up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. They gave Adam a stool to sit on directly in front of me. I looked into his eyes and immediately started crying, even before the needles were unpackaged. Adam held onto my hands and smiled through the whole thing. Now, I know that sounds weird and someone reading this might think "I would slap that smile off his face," but he wasn't smiling because I was in pain he was smiling because he was trying to make me happy...to make me smile. It was a sweet moment between the two of us, before we brought our daughter into the world. I did jump a little when the needle was inserted but it was over within seconds. Epidurals are the BEST thing on this planet...once I had it I slept like a baby and took naps off and on while I was in LABOR. Around lunch time the nurses came in and upped my pitocin dosage and not too long after they left I noticed that my vision was going blurry, seeing spots and that things were turning black. I sat up and told Adam "I CAN'T SEE!" he flew out the door to track down the nurses. They came in and checked my vital signs my blood pressure had dropped significantly low and causing Kinney's heart rate to drop. Now isn't that something?!?! All along I have been told, "don't be worried if you have high blood pressure, it's normal because you are scared," I have never heard of someone having a baby having low blood pressure. The pitocin was put to a stop and I had to wear an oxygen mask for a couple of hours. When the pitocin started again things progressed smoothly and rather fast. Before I knew it and before I was (mentally) prepared I had a nurse telling me it was time to push. Not too long after I started pushing the epidural wore off and the doctor would not allow for me to have more (because then it would be too difficult for me to push). Adam was a champ. A lot of people are curious about how Adam did during delivery...let me tell you this...Adam is your "typical" guy he's not overly emotional. I've never known him to shed a tear during any "milestone" in our relationship, for example like when we got married. But in the last 30min of pushing he could see Kinney "crowning" (the top of her head) and he started crying and didn't stop until the emotion of excitement overtook him. And when I say crying, I don't mean balling or sobbing...just a steady flow of tears. It was sweet...and again one of the few things that I can vividly remember.<br />
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Kinney Lessie was born at 12:30am February 8th weighing in at 9.3 lbs and 21 1/2 inches. One of the nurses told me that she was the biggest baby that she had ever delivered vaginally. Both sets of FIRST time grandparents were there to welcome their sweet granddaughter into the world. Even my grandmother (Kinney's great grandmother) made the 8 hour trek to Memphis for her arrival. Thank goodness for pictures because much like on my wedding day things are a blur. I was in SO MUCH pain after delivery...and not the nicest person (because I had no epidural...why anyone would want to go "natural" is well beyond me) that I can't remember much other than I wanted drugs and I wanted them BAD. It wasn't until after all the commotion, everyone had left, I had devoured my Big Mac meal (courtesy of Adam's parents), Kinney came back to us after being bathed that I made that emotional bond that every Mama talks about. The undying love that I felt for her amazed me. To put it simply I felt like I had loved her all my life...but she was only an hour old. I didn't sleep AT ALL that night. I just held her and talked to her while we sat in the hospital bed and watched the oldies but goodies, "Golden Girls" and "I Love Lucy"...ironically these are still the shows that we watch today when I get up to feed her. Daddy was able to get a tiny bit of shut eye that night...even though it was difficult because nurses kept coming in to check my vital signs.<br />
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God has put a little miracle into our lives. She is a bit of sunshine every single day. I wake up living for her tiny smiles. Her daddy rushes home to play with her and do bath time. It sounds cheesey doesn't it? You just wait until it's your turn and then get back to me :)<br />
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After Kinney was born my parents stayed with us for 10 days. They will never know the gratitude I have towards them (and for them). My Mama made dinner and cleaned up every night. One time she asked me if there was anything I wanted...I had been craving a red velvet cake. She made a deliciously scrumptious red velvet cake...absolutely delishes. I thought my parents coming for the week was to help me out with Kinney. I didn't realize how much they were going to be helping ME. Especially my Mama. The lengths a mama will go through to help their child ;)<br />
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A week later Kinney had her newborn pictures by <a href="http://www.snaphappyphotography.com/" target="_blank">Snap Happy Photography</a>. I don't have too much to say about them because the pictures speak for themselves. They are simply gorgeous and we could not be more pleased!!!! And these are just a few---we have yet to get the rest back so we are both on pins and needles to see them :) Jennifer and her hubby were amazing...I have a new found respect for newborn photographers. When Adam told me that they would need 4+ hours to photograph Kinney, I thought WHAT IN THE WORLD...they used every minute of those 4+ hours...needles to say that little Miss.Kinney is most certainly head strong and will not do something if she doesn't want to do it! (I wonder where she gets that from). But Jennifer and her husband were awesome and totally understanding. We would break to let me feed her and then rock her back to sleep. Honestly, I could not be more excited about the outcome!<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">I think Adam put it best, after I delivered Kinney, "How could you not believe in God?" It was a simple statement that he made...but it has really stuck with me. Adam constantly calls Kinney our "miracle baby"...as I wrote in my last post, we experienced a few trials and tribulations during the course of my pregnancy (words thrown around such as: downs syndrome, miscarriage and heart surgery). Things that in comparison to what other's experience and go through is minute...but shook our worlds to the core. As I have stated time and time again we didn't know how bad we wanted something until it (she) was in jeopardy. Kinney wasn't part of our plan (yet) but she was (is) part of Gods plan. Since giving birth I have realized even MORE how much God has blessed us and continued to answer our prayers of a healthy baby girl. But now things hit a lot closer to home and God has a way of keeping me in check.</span></div>
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For example: One night...late, while I was up feeding Kinney I was facebook surfing. A facebook friend of mine "liked" a post so it showed up on my minifeed...this is what the post said:<br />
<span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I am updating tonight to ask for prayers once again. I know that the Lord works miracles and already has for Ella Grace. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">We have been following up with the pediatric cardiologist since we were discharged from the hospital. She was born with two hol</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">es in her heart; both seemed to be insignificant when we were in the hospital. One of them pretty much closed within the past two months. However, she still has a VSD that is moderate and doesn't show signs of closing. The cardiologist took her case to the board two weeks ago and they decided that it was best to go ahead and send us to Emory to do open heart surgery. We met with the cardiologist again last week and I asked for more time to see if the hole will close on its own (like most of them do). He agreed we would follow up in four weeks to do a repeat Echocardiogram but doesn't think anything will change. They believe surgery is best before irreversible damage is done. I just do not want to do the surgery unless absolutely necessary but I know the doctors will do what is best for her. If and when we go to Emory it will be at least a week stay in the hospital (3-4 days in cardiac ICU). It's definitely scary and I get emotional just thinking about it. I will keep everyone posted but just ask for prayers for her heart to be healed. Love, Ashlyn"</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Ladies and gentlemen, this is <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BabyEllaGrace?fref=ts" target="_blank">Baby Ella Grace</a></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">If you read my last post you read that I had to see a high risk doctor because Kinney had 2 holes in her heart. One hole the doctors thought would close on its own and the other hole doctors thought would need to be closed with surgery. We prayed and cried many many tears over our little girls heart and God answered our prayers. I wept when I read Baby Ella Grace's post. It hurt my heart for her family...I questioned God and why he healed our little girl but not Ella Grace...realizing how silly that question was just seconds after thinking it. Clearly God has great plans for Ella Grace AND her family. He knows what they can handle...but in the mean time He was making sure that I knew not to ever take my Kinney for guaranteed ..things could most certainly be different. I continue to pray for Baby Ella Grace...and when I think about it stop by her facebook page for updates. Ella's heart is only a SMALL part of her overall </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">story: </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"Some of you know that two very special people in my life welcomed their precious baby girl Ella Grace Tebeau into the world </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">last week. Shortly after delivery Ella Grace was having complications and we later found out she has a form of Leukemia. This poor baby has now underwent an entire body blood transfusion and 3 doses of Chemo. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />It's going to be a long road for Ella Grace and the Tebeau Family and I am asking for any help you can give. First and foremost, please keep this beautiful baby girl in your prayers. She is such a fighter and has endured so much in just a week. Secondly, we are conducting a raffle for a $250 VISA gift card. Each ticket will be $5 and all the donations and ticket prices will go directly towards the family and the medical bills. You can message me for tickets and I will get them to you. If I can't meet you we are mailing them out.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Thank you all so much for reading this and thank you all for the continued support and prayers. God bless!</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;">"</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">I ask you (yes you) to include her and her family in your prayers.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">So, now on to the latest update on us and Kinney. Adam and me are fine....okay, so maybe I am not quite as fine as Adam. I started back to work this week. Meaning...Kinney started daycare :( Talk about a HUGE STEP FOR ME...I don't feel comfortable leaving Kinney unless one of her parents is present (aka me...aka Adam) even if you are family or friends (don't take offense, it's not you, it's me...being a first time parent makes you (seem) borderline crazy). There will be more to post in the future about Kinney's daycare adventures but right now we're just dipping our toes in the water and I cry everyday (it's only been 2 so cut me some slack).</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">This weekend we are packing up our bags and heading to Macon/Atlanta! We're cohosting a baby shower for our sweet friends Brian and Deana (they are expecting their first child...a baby girl...KATE...in June) and attending a wedding shower for some amazing college friends Rob and Megan! We can't wait for Kinney to meet our friends!!!!!!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">And before I close up this long post (I tried to put things in a nutshell)<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b> CONGRATULATIONS</b></span> to our cousin Brooke Hammond Peccia!!!! She welcomed her 3rd child (2nd daughter) Elizabeth Joy, into the world last Thursday, April 11th! She's a beauty! We can't wait to meet her :)</span><br />
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Your first pregnancy is a fun time. From the moment I told
Adam we were surprisingly expecting a wittle baby time has been flying by. But
with that said it hasn’t been the bed of roses I always thought (assumed) it
would be. Here is my story…the bare naked truth of my life for the past 7 ½ months…well
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My pregnancy has been a smooth one in the sense that I have
NEVER been sick, at the most I experience some back pain, I am a woman on
the go so I suspect that is expected. But things have happened along the way,
small bumps in the road that made me (us) stop and pray with all our hearts…we
had no idea how much we wanted something until it was possibly in jeopardy. </div>
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I had my very first baby doctor’s appointment Thursday, July 13<sup>th</sup>, 2012.
At this appointment they confirmed that we were indeed pregnant (almost 9 weeks
at the time) and performed our first ultrasound. We were able to see her
and hear her heartbeat for the first time. We left there elated! Life had
thrown us a curve ball, but we were loving every second of the wonderful
surprise. The following day while at work I received one of the scariest phone
calls ever. It was the baby doctor calling me to tell me that they needed me to
come back in as soon as possible for another ultrasound, that they had found
some “sac separation” (a common cause of miscarriage in the first trimester). The
nurse told me not to do anything strenuous, take things easy and that they
would see me for my follow up ultrasound Monday. I calmly left my office, walked
down the stairs and outside the office building and went hysterical. I called
Adam sobbing…I already felt like I was failing as a mother. He (like the
doctor) told me not to look up anything on the internet. The doctor had already
told me “sac separation” could heal on its own and he insisted that I take
things easy, to calm down and that everything would be fine. That night when
Adam came home from work the first thing he did was drop to his knees, laid his
hands on my stomach and started to pray. Now, I have failed to mention that all
of this was going on while we were in the midst of MOVING (a stressful process
and something that can be physically straining)…I received the phone call
Friday and we moving that following Sunday. Adam was a beast and basically
moved our entire apartment across town in to our new house, solo. The next day we
went in for our ultrasound…I was on pins and needles. After the ultrasound we
were left to anxiously await the doctors assessment. And praise the Lord her
answer was exactly what we (I) needed to hear, she no longer saw any separation,
it had healed on its own! WooHooooooo!!!! </div>
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And then two months went by. September 11<sup>th</sup>, 2012, we were finding out if
baby Hammond was going to be a he or a she. I had been waiting for this moment
since I saw our first ultrasound. Like every other expecting parent we were SO
EXCITED! We had successfully made it past the first trimester mark and we
thought we were in for smooth sailing. The ultrasound tech (is that what they
are called?) told us we were having a baby girl. I was elated and Adam was
pretty proud of himself because he said from day one he thought it was a girl.
They sent us back out into the waiting room to wait (everything is a waiting
game) to meet with the doctor. They finally called us back to the back again. And
the appointment went a little something like this: The doctor told us 90% of
everything looked great. However, they did see some things that they wanted
checked out further by a specialist. I was a deer in headlights, my mind was a
fog…thinking, “why, how, what?” The doctor told us that she could see some
holes in her heart (VSD’s) and that it looked like something may be going on
with her aortas (she had some big fancy name for it, transvascular…something,
something, something). I think MY own heart stopped beating. Again, I felt like
my body was failing me, my baby and Adam. It was as if the doctor could read my
mind and her exact words were, “There is nothing you did or could have done
differently. We don’t know why things like this happen to some people and not
others. Rarely are pregnancies like the movies where you spend 9 months glowing
and deliver a perfect 7 lbs baby with zero bumps in the road.” She sent us BACK
out into the waiting room (this was becoming the longest appointment of my
life) to wait on scheduling…we had to make an appointment to see a “High Risk”
doctor. Me? High risk? I went from the high of finding out we were having a
baby girl to a sick feeling in my gut. How could I be high risk? I am 26 and
healthy. I was also so angry (at the time) at the doctors…why couldn’t they
have given us this day to celebrate finding out the gender with our family and
friends and called me the following day with this gut wrenching news? Instead
my pain for our child heavily outweighed the excitement of finding out if baby
Hammond was a he or she. </div>
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I went back to work long enough to send our parents an email
(because I could NOT talk about it without crying) keeping them in the loop and
letting them know that we wanted to keep this information private for the time
being. Not much longer after that email was sent I left work…I couldn’t sit in
my office and pretend like I was okay. Instead I put on my game face…went to
party city, ordered pink balloons, decorated our “he or she” box, and
prepared to be “carefree and everything is fine” for our skype/reveal with our
families and friends. </div>
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We meet our specialist on that Thursday (after the Tuesday
gender appointment). When we walked into the high risk office they handed me a
stack of papers to fill out. I cried the entire time I was writing. Adam asked
me gently if HE needed to do it (I am sure I looked a fool), but it was scary.
All the paper work was about all the possibilities and a majority of them were
about downs syndrome…I just wasn’t prepared for all of this. After all the
paper work was done and I underwent another ultrasound we met the high risk
doctor….and this is how he introduced himself to me…he didn’t say hello or
anything, he said, “I am so sorry you are here.” UGH! What was he trying to do?
As if being there wasn’t scary enough??? He took us to a small room with a tiny
table, four chairs and a huge box of Kleenex. He pulled out a giant binder and
began with what they saw with her heart. The good news first…they could not see
anything wrong with her aortas. SCORE! He did say that her heart was just the
size of a dime so just to be safe he wanted me to come back in a few weeks when
her heart was the size of a quarter so that they could make absolutely sure
that there was nothing funky going on with her aortas but as far as he was
concerned they were looking and working like they are supposed to. BUT he did
find VSD’s (holes) in her heart, only 2…but that’s 2 more than anyone would
like. He said one looked tiny and would probably close up on its own but the
other looked much larger and would probably have to be closed up with surgery a
few months after she was born. I still wasn’t thrilled with the option of
surgery and Adam agreed that we didn’t need to do surgery unless it was an
absolute necessity because there is no such thing as a simple HEART surgery.
The risk is always there and with a heart the risk is always high. I walked out
of there with mixed feelings…happy because things could have been MUCH worse
but still bummed about our little girls heart. We prayed and prayed and PRAYED
for our little girl! </div>
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The following week I got a phone call that my grandmother
had been in the hospital and they were sending her home with HOSPICE and that
the doctors said she probably wouldn’t hang on longer than a week…I was on the
next plane home to be with family. I had to see my Granny and let her know that
I loved her and if nothing else be there for my Mama and Pop. </div>
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A couple of weeks after that I had to check back in with my
high risk doctor. I held my breath pretty much the whole time during the
ultrasound and when she “zoomed” in on the heart I teared up…fearing
what else they could possibly find wrong. At this pointed I HATED going to the doctors. Again, after the ultrasound the
doctor took us to a tiny room. However, this time we left with tears of joy.
The doctor said that her heart looked perfect. He saw NOTHING wrong with it and
NO holes! They had closed on their own. Such a blessing! He told me that I did not have to come back to see
him if I did not want to. He offered to see me ONE more time if I though it
would put my mind at ease…I smiled and said, “Just one more time and then I
promise I will leave you alone.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God has
most certainly had His hand over my pregnancy. </div>
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A month after being home to visit my Granny I got a call
from my Mama saying that they had put my Aunt into HOSPICE (she, like my
Granny, had been sick for a long long long time. She had liver problems.) Mama
told me that the doctors had given her 3-6 months to live…2 days later I got a call
from my Daddy (My Aunt Karen’s brother) that she had passed away. Back home I
went….heartbroken.</div>
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Once back in Memphis
I had my LAST high risk appointment and we passed with flying colors (again) so
I will never (fingers crossed) again have to see that office space, ultrasound
lab or doctor again! At this time I also had scheduled my gestational diabetes
test with my regular baby doctor. I thought nothing of it; I thought for sure I
would pass….woah nelly was I wrong. I received a phone call informing me that I
failed the blood test and would need to come in for the 4 HOUR long test…I
thought “shoot me now”. I had a million questions for the nurse…why me? She
said it has nothing to do with what I eat (although if you do have gestational
diabetes you control it with your eating habits but you don’t GET it by your
eating habits, which I believe because a stick thin girl was there having the
same test done as me and I can assure you she doesn’t eat cupcakes.) She said
it just depends on the woman and her hormones and that stress could play a
major part in triggering those hormones. I thought, oh great! This is the most
stressful time at work, I am dealing with the loss of a family member, we
all have that person (or people) that causes UNNECESSARY stress in our lives, figuring
out how to be a mama, looking for daycare's, my Granny and then not to
mention I have a family history of diabetes (that puts me at a higher risk
factor right off the bat). I asked the nurse what would happen if I had gestational diabetes and she said exactly what I didn’t want to hear, “We will
send you to the high risk doctor.” I thought, “Oh, hell no you won’t.” and I
started speaking into being…”I DO NOT HAVE GESTATIONAL DIABETES!” </div>
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I went in that Friday for my 4 hour test (grumpy as all get
out) the next morning (Saturday) around 7:30am I got a phone call from my Mama…my
Granny had passed away earlier that morning, a month from the day that my aunt
passed away. I told Adam that if I didn’t have gestastional diabetes, that I do
now. Her passing has been hard for me…on so many different levels. It hurts me
to see my mama hurt (just like it does for me to see my Daddy hurt after his
sister passed) and it crushes me to see my Pop’s heart ache the way it does. I
told someone at work the other day that if it were truly possible to die of a
broken heart that I thought he would. It’s been an all around hard time for my
family recently, lots and lots of heartache and tears. I cry at the slightest
memory of her (my Granny) just yesterday Adam put out her teapot set that she
had given me and when I saw it sitting in the china cabinet I started sobbing.
Although I am SO happy and find some comfort in knowing that she is healthy and
whole in Heaven it pains my heart to know that she will never meet Kinney. After
all, she was the GREATEST grandmother to me and my sister and I just wish
Kinney could have had the opportunity to know her like we did. But on the same
hand I know she’ll have a front row seat when Kinney is born and be an angel on
her side always.</div>
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The next week I got the phone call with the test results…NO
gestastional diabetes for me!!! YAY! </div>
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I hate to see my body getting “fat” but that just lets me
know that she is GROWING like she should. Sometimes her kicks and punches make
me uncomfortable but that just lets me know that she’s kicking around happy and
healthy and then I smile…sometimes maybe I cry (tears of joy). During this
pregnancy I have had a lot of heartache and tears…so I am CERTAIN Kinney will
have the sweetest and softest heart of anyone I know. </div>
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This is just my story and it is mild compared to what other
women go through. I think often of women that go through things that I never
even realized were possibilities. I never knew how high the risk of miscarriage
(even after the first trimester) was until it became somewhat of a possibility for
me. I never had any sickness associated with my pregnancy, high blood pressure
or even the possibility of bed rest (knocking on wood as I type this). I never
really thought about how STRONG women are until I became pregnant. Pregnancy is
an emotional rollercoaster…THAT. IS. FOR. SURE! And from what I understand the
constant worrying about your child and if they are “ok” never stops. </div>
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We had our 3D/4D ultrasound last Friday and girlfriend is
sitting pretty. She’s looking healthy and she’s head down (like she is supposed
to be). We only have 9 weeks left before she will be gracing the world with her
presence (hopefully no sooner or later). This past weekend my father in law
came up to help put her nursery together…which I am thrilled with, I just go
and sit in her room and think about the future. </div>
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And speaking of the future I want to close this blog with a <span style="color: cyan;"><u><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>BIG
CONGRATULATIONS!!!</b></span></i></u></span> Our dear friends Brian & Deana Mathes announced this
weekend that they are expecting a wee one this June!!!! I am SO EXCITED FOR
THEM!!!! I hear June 26<sup>th</sup> is a GREAT day to have a baby…just saying
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-70360192869430849302012-10-25T11:48:00.002-04:002012-10-25T12:03:05.009-04:00Cribs, cribs, cribs...I swear I am not crazy, just pregnant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I tell you what...I may be the MOST indecisive person EVER. 99% of the time I know what I DON'T like but when it comes to finding what I DO like, my head spins with a million options and I just can't pinpoint exactly what I want. Does that make sense? If you show me something that I think is ugly...and I know without a doubt that it is ugly I can tell you in a heartbeat. But other than that...it's all up in the air.<br />
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With all that said there is only one thing left to say...poor Adam. <br />
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When I found crib bedding that I liked Adam automatically said, ORDER IT. He knew I would drive myself crazy looking, re-looking, double checking and going into every store making sure that it was the one that I liked the best. Not that I am looking for the most spectacular thing out there...I just didn't/don't want a lot a pink...and let's face it, MOST baby girl things are pink, pink, pink. I want girly and feminine...just not pink.<br />
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This past weekend my parents took Adam and me to Atlanta to pick out our crib, as their big gift to us...(little did they know (or us) that they would be picking up the tab on the glider too!). You would think finding a bed would be simple, I sure did. But after
looking at dark woods, white, off white, wide rails, thin rails, curved
backs, straight backs, sleigh bed style, one's that go all the way to
the floor, one's that turn in to toddler beds, crib and changer combos...I was throwing my
hands up in the air, as if to surrender and say, they all serve the same
purpose, a place to sleep, I don't care. It didn't take too long before tears of confusion (I thought I knew what I wanted) and frustration started rolling down my cheeks. Now, before you get too carried away with your imagination, I was not hysterical...just frustrated and feeling slightly crazy. My parents weren't surprised...they know I've been this way my whole life. Everyone banned together to coax me out of my delirium of baby beds. But poor, sweet, sweet Adam...he tried so hard the rest of the day to comfort me and put my mind at ease. However, him acting as the "gender police" (everythingggggggggg has to work for a girl as WELL as a boy...for future purposes) didn't put me at ease, but after my mini cry-baby session he backed off (slightly).<br />
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Eventually, we picked out a crib (and glider that I am SO stoked about) enjoyed a nice lunch in ATL complete with some baby clothes shopping. But even after all of that, I have changed my mind one LAST time about the crib...which will be news to my parents, I <span style="font-size: large;"><b>PROMISE</b></span> Mama and Daddy this will be the last time!!! My mind is made up and set in stone (Adam has laid the law down, haha).<br />
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So, I write all of this to say...it's time to start looking at paint choices for the nursery. Say a little prayer for Adam, he may need it dealing with me :)<br />
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As a side note...we are officially 6 months along! Here is the most recent "baby bump" picture taken last weekend.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice the lady in the portrait behind me. That's Mrs. Reba Kinney Hammond, Adam's grandmother that our Kinney is named after. </td></tr>
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-90957850361013522592012-10-11T15:11:00.003-04:002012-10-11T15:27:24.889-04:00Our Girl: {Kinney Lessie Hammond}<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It has almost been 6 months since I have last blogged. Not
much had been going on in our world until Monday, July 9<sup>th</sup>. That was
the day that set our lives on a different path than we had planned. That was
the day that I discovered there would be a Baby Hammond on his or her way. The
second (and it was a quick second) that the blue line showed up on my pregnancy
test I thought, “OMG I am not ready for this. I don’t know if Adam is ready for
this.” I am not embarrassed to say that our little buddle of joy was
not planned. In fact we frequently talked about how we couldn’t believe that
friends our age were actually PLANNING on having children. NOT that there is
ANYTHING wrong with that…we just felt like we had a few more good miles left in
us before we started warming bottles and changing diapers. We knew that wanted
kids (eventually) but the unspoken plan was that we wanted to wait until we
were closer to home. But you know the quote “If you want to make God laugh,
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By the time that I had figured out what was going on with my
body our baby had been hanging out for 9 weeks. Adam and I joke about it now…but
I can see HOW people do not know they are pregnant. Even now at almost 5 ½ months
I am not HUGE and the babys “flutters” (movements) could easily be
mistaken for other bodily functions. Now, check back with me at 7-9 months and
I am sure that the above statements will be null and void! </div>
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I have NOT had morning sickness one time. And I always
thought of that as a MAJOR sign of pregnancy. I had no cravings. I was tired
but I have a job that I work hard at every single day so I contributed that to
my fatigue. And I drink A LOT of water so I associated that as to why I was
constantly making the walk from my office down the hall to the restroom. The
only thing I REALLY suffered from were massive headaches…I never get headaches…but
again I just thought that had to do with working. </div>
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Now, on to the Daddy to be. HE IS SO EXCITED!!! At first
when I broke the news to him he thought I was pulling his leg…but the minute
that I burst in to tears and showed him the “evidence” he knew I was serious. And
he never hesitated and he never questioned if we were ready. He knew God had a
plan for us that our baby was MEANT to be! He held me in his arms and the FIRST
thing he said to me was… “It’s a girl. I just know it is.” The very next day
Adam came home with Baby Hammond’s fist toy, a stuffed bunny. People tell me that I glow but he beams! He beams with pride and excitement. It's crazy HOW in love with her he is already. He told me one night, "I can't believe how much I love someone that I have never met." I know he is going to be the most precious
and dedicated Daddy! After all he is an amazing husband and best friend.</div>
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September 11<sup>th</sup> is when we found out if Baby
Hammond was going to be a “He or She”. And let’s be totally honest every daddy
wants that boy and every mommy wants that girl. I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU SAY…you
will not convince me any other way. Of course you want the baby to be healthy,
but beyond that you know you want that baseball player or cheerleader. We tried
all the old wives tales, Chinese gender chart, rings on a string, tracking my
cravings (sweet vs salty), etc…you name it we probably tried it or looked it
up. But nothing pointed one way…one thing would suggest a girl and then the
next would suggest a boy. But that morning we found out that Baby Hammond would
be spoiled with ruffles, bows, sparkles and pearls our baby is a girl! </div>
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We had picked out names for both genders and no I will not
tell you what we were going to name our girl if she had been a boy. Here is
something I have learned about names…EVERYONE has an opinion…good or bad. And
to be honest we didn’t want people’s opinions, we wanted what we wanted. As you
may know (if you are mine or Adam’s facebook friend, friend or family member) her name is Kinney. I KNEW
before we were having a baby that I wanted to follow the southern tradition of
naming your baby a grandmother’s maiden name. I ran the idea by Adam and he was
a fan of the idea from the beginning. In fact if you have ever heard the song “Where I’m
From,” by Jason Michael Carroll, he says, <u><i>“Where moms and dads were high school
flames, Gave their children grandmothers maiden name, Yes it may not sound like
much but its where I'm from”.</i></u> Her full name (as I am sure you have guessed from the title of this blog) is <b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">Kinney Lessie Hammond</span></span></b>. Kinney,
is Adam’s grandmothers maiden name from his dad’s side of the family and Lessie
comes from my grandmother on my mom’s side. Both of these women played significant
roles in shaping our childhoods and making us the adults that we are today. She
(Kinney) has quite a legacy behind her name and it makes me smile just thinking
about how proud they (our grandmothers) would be. Now that she has a full name…let
the monogramming begin!!!!</div>
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Kinney has no idea what she is in store for. She is already
soooooooooo loved by so many! In fact it blows my mind how loved she is. My
parents are so excited that they have a closet FULL of things for her at their
house. Kinney receives weekly packages from friends and families (she’s one
popular little lady). And that really helps with the distance…because I am not
going to lie…being 8 hours away from family and friends it’s easy to feel forgotten…even
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I am 23 weeks and feel like time is slipping away from us
ESPECIALLY since we missed the first 9 weeks. Now, we’re moving on to nursery
items, daycare, diapers, and motherly worries…that I have read are normal. Before we
know it February will be here!!!! </div>
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Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-13894654918647612012012-04-19T17:54:00.000-04:002012-04-19T17:54:19.593-04:00What I Wore Wednesday/Thursday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, I know it's not WIWW anymore...I guess it would be more like "What I Wore Thursday," but alas I forgot to publish my post yesterday. Heck, I am even surprised I remembered at all...it's been awhile since I've kept up with my WIWW posts...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-8072687793988440282012-04-09T16:03:00.000-04:002012-04-09T16:03:11.235-04:0010 Day Challenge {6 Places}<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJveIb3hds0eGrTgeDsCvV3ocqgfyv56iukrLFcYdKnjJHFnv4GQfS2UoZusWAzg0I1dqeZB3cXeDs6CXVcFN8tymbvTP-PE7m8QDTuoiZF7lK9o-_uNJYDRmk16-MHLeMYLEb_1dbAc/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJveIb3hds0eGrTgeDsCvV3ocqgfyv56iukrLFcYdKnjJHFnv4GQfS2UoZusWAzg0I1dqeZB3cXeDs6CXVcFN8tymbvTP-PE7m8QDTuoiZF7lK9o-_uNJYDRmk16-MHLeMYLEb_1dbAc/s400/10-days-you-challenge.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><u>6 Places</u></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><u><br />
</u></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. Memphis, TN --- our new home</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and we couldn't be happier :) {minus the distance from #2}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KT48rrY_H1bvrquwc4EzbwnYW_vxWEGlq1lrpr1oyC6mt80RI5M6k-XiEc8urLWKC_PwH3ojswkcp70HclyBgvq5PSTfCGFbV2JCeG1wagb_plzN9JitHbN9G964h0PmqI1m19a5eJY/s1600/Memphis_Is_Tennessee_in_Binghampton_Memphis_TN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KT48rrY_H1bvrquwc4EzbwnYW_vxWEGlq1lrpr1oyC6mt80RI5M6k-XiEc8urLWKC_PwH3ojswkcp70HclyBgvq5PSTfCGFbV2JCeG1wagb_plzN9JitHbN9G964h0PmqI1m19a5eJY/s320/Memphis_Is_Tennessee_in_Binghampton_Memphis_TN.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-49943301830842458962012-03-30T11:47:00.000-04:002012-03-30T11:47:55.849-04:0010 Day Challenge {7 Wants}<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Gm7psoQSIbwcOIpVWjvaXoKGDZqpOxVjT6qIjYbKKrjdyE0qwTOrlUrCHBdkqLFeaM-G0UOV8N24CCX4ed-Q4XT2rLvdjcHdvJlp44gCcEox5n4N8dtccQK-nTgB-jQqf-T-l-WT0Ps/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Gm7psoQSIbwcOIpVWjvaXoKGDZqpOxVjT6qIjYbKKrjdyE0qwTOrlUrCHBdkqLFeaM-G0UOV8N24CCX4ed-Q4XT2rLvdjcHdvJlp44gCcEox5n4N8dtccQK-nTgB-jQqf-T-l-WT0Ps/s400/10-days-you-challenge.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="font-size: x-large;">7 Wants</span></u></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in no particular order</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. Everything I pin on Pinterest :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-VdgEvqQVmBfHPQLHPfsEv6KEWkMUUz-03WpLYqfP_HEEko2osH5RjzD7otPJM_Mqj6EHP3zcKHqgOZMiuDqgl63hzmVaniJN4y1xl1RU_PmmhPo2Hcg_3ARTKxqZLyyAMDu76GGrIw/s1600/pinterest-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-VdgEvqQVmBfHPQLHPfsEv6KEWkMUUz-03WpLYqfP_HEEko2osH5RjzD7otPJM_Mqj6EHP3zcKHqgOZMiuDqgl63hzmVaniJN4y1xl1RU_PmmhPo2Hcg_3ARTKxqZLyyAMDu76GGrIw/s320/pinterest-logo.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. A house</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtn3MIqeuYG0YELshAhT7Dxu8RedGE3NsNmXCv99jss_w_-whMtc0xlXziv2WV753E3xhp0eQj9UQz6zff4NsxRoB0FyBvYHeJqVRBAsm1_7151pGMU3vNbIh6nxsVlovl6YTp4CW_8s/s1600/254171972689205840_AHsmhGOt_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtn3MIqeuYG0YELshAhT7Dxu8RedGE3NsNmXCv99jss_w_-whMtc0xlXziv2WV753E3xhp0eQj9UQz6zff4NsxRoB0FyBvYHeJqVRBAsm1_7151pGMU3vNbIh6nxsVlovl6YTp4CW_8s/s320/254171972689205840_AHsmhGOt_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. Kids (one day)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnA5uIKNOBEKCTYZ7cmAd_GFz868j6Se3FvfR2_zCDZHBpNxLkPaWwM2RcnWrCOpImcJ9nYD73tRX2bnfk95f5AM8x_jPwTg1igGMiIe0iFsZT4c1gf2X4w60SJL3PK4otIxbbCHYkq8s/s1600/22d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnA5uIKNOBEKCTYZ7cmAd_GFz868j6Se3FvfR2_zCDZHBpNxLkPaWwM2RcnWrCOpImcJ9nYD73tRX2bnfk95f5AM8x_jPwTg1igGMiIe0iFsZT4c1gf2X4w60SJL3PK4otIxbbCHYkq8s/s1600/22d.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. A craft room (when we have a house)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_1MuNvKL2kztC4wRbqa9WI8ypFH95aGcmC3aNzJL5uNmVgBxBDwsYl-iyTbl4saqA3csJPHLuqp04Bp0XmDhJ1aH4qqBcaBIio2H-RrSzeLnDZ7F6V-dsR5gckQhQxFrI_mtOS9zQHY/s1600/23925441740465456_EZwzu2zf_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_1MuNvKL2kztC4wRbqa9WI8ypFH95aGcmC3aNzJL5uNmVgBxBDwsYl-iyTbl4saqA3csJPHLuqp04Bp0XmDhJ1aH4qqBcaBIio2H-RrSzeLnDZ7F6V-dsR5gckQhQxFrI_mtOS9zQHY/s1600/23925441740465456_EZwzu2zf_f.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. I want Memphis to have a Barberitos, Chicken Express and an Inoko Express</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_OtS1ZStxsJjZaAdKy-euPxFK6fIyUHsv14xaGdKO55GGilePDqk79p4F3lfuM_cPyx0R8MU_NU4xmCGNxcy0zC-9yx99vn3u5KbphbjxQMaG749r7iICiJ-m-Y9H3D7Zpw_JAGYRIs/s1600/Barberitos+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_OtS1ZStxsJjZaAdKy-euPxFK6fIyUHsv14xaGdKO55GGilePDqk79p4F3lfuM_cPyx0R8MU_NU4xmCGNxcy0zC-9yx99vn3u5KbphbjxQMaG749r7iICiJ-m-Y9H3D7Zpw_JAGYRIs/s1600/Barberitos+%25281%2529.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfi7XUpcTCwV6ec5VKgPgy2ltELmuj4I-gUJnJnCHj5CDmIYuaf8drSsP0tdvBpsQDV6beygjLDeQQ36fuKYCnWW2ZwI5HCF7hLK5ChQQBzQTlL7Og9CBey5iQhNL48d1pLhWjA2t8Pw/s1600/ChickenExpress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfi7XUpcTCwV6ec5VKgPgy2ltELmuj4I-gUJnJnCHj5CDmIYuaf8drSsP0tdvBpsQDV6beygjLDeQQ36fuKYCnWW2ZwI5HCF7hLK5ChQQBzQTlL7Og9CBey5iQhNL48d1pLhWjA2t8Pw/s320/ChickenExpress.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSnfSe9I9dMCYk2yb0dAcJ9XszzcwNnuosvFg1XQBBHxYpCBHomuwtp3roGq2-4priawTmbCGWvp1M_u9s9BCcBWBxNWL8NSoBsA1_MknRzEikAjkjSGiXcm-qCovL_C2h96iA7itWYE/s1600/211221_178406075529149_6707151_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSnfSe9I9dMCYk2yb0dAcJ9XszzcwNnuosvFg1XQBBHxYpCBHomuwtp3roGq2-4priawTmbCGWvp1M_u9s9BCcBWBxNWL8NSoBsA1_MknRzEikAjkjSGiXcm-qCovL_C2h96iA7itWYE/s1600/211221_178406075529149_6707151_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6. A labor-doodle/golden-doodle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCT65ZILp9VtaWYd3knusG_OUCvx-omV9RBXpETMXWck4qc16_PV5p-YFThw56qQwfSz9HBkgzE29EYnJVV4l4wUgrokHWGFWiLQt4hJ7ANapx-Uc6ZK8n8H85f6EX4J_yddLcEP8H50/s1600/93590498475881844_kyDHM2HY_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCT65ZILp9VtaWYd3knusG_OUCvx-omV9RBXpETMXWck4qc16_PV5p-YFThw56qQwfSz9HBkgzE29EYnJVV4l4wUgrokHWGFWiLQt4hJ7ANapx-Uc6ZK8n8H85f6EX4J_yddLcEP8H50/s320/93590498475881844_kyDHM2HY_f.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></u></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel like I need to add a disclaimer at the beginning of this post. So, here it goes: Yes I realize that some of my fears are irrational and some are just inevitable, plain ole facts of life but they are still MY fears.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. Cancer { or any other health related aliment that could ultimately result in an untimely death } </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. I have a fear of someone hitting me in the back of my car. If you lived in Memphis you would understand. These folks have NO CLUE how to drive. I probably spend more time checking my review mirror then I do looking at the road! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalQW7hWQN680xd065QNvXVQpO4Bdp7hfXUum8bbzq4aHXhljRybxq9rDVFAyo0TnbFjYvKXFGON9CuzNeSW75DPDhL849vztH3icj25AzjQnfsZNemFtxkQ2aF70Qchn4LJMI1-P7UD0/s1600/aggressive+tailgating+before+a+car+accident.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalQW7hWQN680xd065QNvXVQpO4Bdp7hfXUum8bbzq4aHXhljRybxq9rDVFAyo0TnbFjYvKXFGON9CuzNeSW75DPDhL849vztH3icj25AzjQnfsZNemFtxkQ2aF70Qchn4LJMI1-P7UD0/s320/aggressive+tailgating+before+a+car+accident.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></u></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. Of course my first Love {shout out} has to go to the love of my life, my best friend and the person that makes me want to be a better {me} my hubster, Adam! I most certainly won the "Husband Lottery" with him</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5V6X5fv2gEQgjJDRqUkC72BZsC79p_B9X-IzxYAevgxh8D8Nm9NM5ZrpL7bFhfULpUGE9PGBizn4SeyEtKm5s0GTnAZyXonLmkBdE5QIZHoQmyXu3qXWm8UU5kdWFmNEjKB6mmVBYaiE/s1600/309305_723669219319_39800930_36594106_1978408153_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5V6X5fv2gEQgjJDRqUkC72BZsC79p_B9X-IzxYAevgxh8D8Nm9NM5ZrpL7bFhfULpUGE9PGBizn4SeyEtKm5s0GTnAZyXonLmkBdE5QIZHoQmyXu3qXWm8UU5kdWFmNEjKB6mmVBYaiE/s320/309305_723669219319_39800930_36594106_1978408153_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. Family...so simple and so wonderful! {My heart aches for them all. I miss them SO MUCH}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9c_t-16sYV4aG6hR6Gz7WPtdstqlGB7x7BhQPqF4E43C9Nk2TfJ_xLxoT_RMCH00IJj6AxrPon1ASgf_e1a5mMV5rD94Xnw0PzrP0RhMOoReUrNIbXfnXXtpJGrxLKtp5ytZ9U3prwpU/s1600/100_2345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9c_t-16sYV4aG6hR6Gz7WPtdstqlGB7x7BhQPqF4E43C9Nk2TfJ_xLxoT_RMCH00IJj6AxrPon1ASgf_e1a5mMV5rD94Xnw0PzrP0RhMOoReUrNIbXfnXXtpJGrxLKtp5ytZ9U3prwpU/s320/100_2345.JPG" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. My home town...Oconee County, GA! GO WARRIORS!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HL3_6N3Gs2BHvXlmVQPGpvY-ZnwAlr9uy2zMgh3pGiTnsqImSeJMGrAATfPBUKfTk86NRAdJUjt32wUP7mSUlcV_7EAoSPV7G7yJi2L9uZaLh4MpA18FEJoIOL1Zq2DLGCppUHSgq6Y/s1600/27536_100751613305648_3117_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HL3_6N3Gs2BHvXlmVQPGpvY-ZnwAlr9uy2zMgh3pGiTnsqImSeJMGrAATfPBUKfTk86NRAdJUjt32wUP7mSUlcV_7EAoSPV7G7yJi2L9uZaLh4MpA18FEJoIOL1Zq2DLGCppUHSgq6Y/s1600/27536_100751613305648_3117_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrnuPLZSEz3V-8v9W0pvBqDbdP21qCA0gLl-Zlv_5iD6KBuZl_vIWOBe-1mcaOpaKunohh3C5hm0ROY49t6LgfNowoxdnDz0Yw3X2LTxDQX90yZK8VhgsxbZOXkE9pTvhxNvlDCszd9U/s1600/220px-Goodbluewarriorhead.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrnuPLZSEz3V-8v9W0pvBqDbdP21qCA0gLl-Zlv_5iD6KBuZl_vIWOBe-1mcaOpaKunohh3C5hm0ROY49t6LgfNowoxdnDz0Yw3X2LTxDQX90yZK8VhgsxbZOXkE9pTvhxNvlDCszd9U/s1600/220px-Goodbluewarriorhead.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u>Ten Secrets</u></div><br />
1. I really want to be this super tough, sassy, seemingly to have it all together girl...but the truth is I wear my heart of my sleeve, I never come up with clever things to say fast enough and 9 times out of 10 I never have it together.<br />
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2. I am scared to death of transfer trucks. I hate them<br />
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3. I am glued to reality TV and not <strike>lame</strike> things like the Bachelor. You can usually catch me watching Storage Wars, Pawn Stars, American Pickers, Joan Knows Best, Duck Dynasty, Swamp Wars, Dance Moms and of course Toddlers and Tiaras...I am SUCH a dork!<br />
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4. I have double jointed toes<br />
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5. I want some precious babies {one day}<br />
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6. We have names picked out for future kids (and NOT what you think, despite what Adam and I joke! aka: Huckleberry)<br />
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7. I am TERRIFIED (and I think rightfully so) of childbirth<br />
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8. My NYE resolution was to have a POSITIVE outlook on everything always! Happy thoughts = Happy life<br />
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9. I love books way more than movies<br />
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10. I call Adam (my hubs) Fat Head...as a term of endearment. Why? I do not know because he doesn't have an abnormally large head. Where did it come from? Again, not a clue...but it has stuck</div>Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-64836443118049861022012-01-03T16:31:00.000-05:002012-01-03T16:31:02.736-05:002012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><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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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beale St. where we celebrated NYE. It was NUTS! This picture was taken earlier in the evening and does not do it justice!!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It is officially <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>2012</b></span> and Adam has claimed this a <b><span style="font-size: large;"><u>"Year of Fun!"</u></span></b>...he hasn't really said why but maybe because <strike>2011</strike> was a year of "a lot of work and change" for him (us). So, here it is and this is what I have to say about it {Dear past, Thank you for your lessons. Dear future, I am ready. Dear God, Thank you for another chance!}<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Traditional Southern, New Years Day lunch, I made. Black eyed peas, greens, pork loin, corn bread and rice. We had some cobbler with vanilla ice cream after :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><u><b><span style="color: blue;">New Year Resolutions:</span></b> </u>They tend to be "healthy" resolutions involving gyms and such...but not for me. I know that outside/physical appearances can be important...but I am wanting to aim for something a little deeper. I am going to make sure that my HAPPINESS starts with me! I tend to let people (no one(s) in particular, just in general) <u><b>REALLY</b></u> get me down and get inside my head...and by doing so I get my feelings hurt <b style="font-size: xx-large;"><u><i>A LOT.</i></u> </b><b>But NO MORE!</b><b style="font-size: xx-large;"> </b>I work really really really hard to be a positive person...and if there is one thing I CANNOT stand it is a "Negative Nancy". I strongly believe in the power of positive speaking, "speak it in to being".<br />
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So, the quest to be MORE positive and weed out the negative started Sunday! I believe this will lead to a happier/healthier self and happier/healthier relationships (hopefully)...because after all my ALL TIME FAVORITE QUOTE is...<span style="color: magenta;"><i><u>"Happy girls ARE the PRETTIEST girls!"</u></i> </span> and <b><span style="color: orange;">CHEERS</span></b> to being <span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">"Ray Charles to the BS!" </span><br />
By the way: I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas! Adam and I were able to make the <strike>long</strike> journey home to be with Family. It was way way way way way too quick and we were extremely exhausted but it was worth every second we spent on the road and every minute of sleep we lost :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ridiculous Christmas Eve Games</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And I hope everyone had a wonderful and <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>SAFE</b></span> NYE!!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The in-laws made a trip to visit Memphis after Christmas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liz made it to Memphis to ring in the New Year with us!!!!<br />
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This potato soup is AMAZING! No lie.<br />
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<b>{If you NEVER make ANY of the things that I blog about...you need to make a note to give this recipe a shot}</b><br />
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I have officially made a total of<b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">7</span></b> <a href="http://pinterest.com/lalahammond/">Pinterest</a> recipes and this one is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b><u>BY FAR MY FAVORITE!!!</u></b></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrXXdKRf2117XNkuScuv1R_7N2OUuHAhkiSB1LqGGPB80T9InI17p6yDjgYO_o-eKSBd_b7R1JqzCW83cCjOjare8few38NDBPv8NX0pIZFS-b4RlVFZAJoafDyNdKrimTbd0D8GYHKc/s1600/I+actualy+made+something+i+pinned+in+pinterest+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrXXdKRf2117XNkuScuv1R_7N2OUuHAhkiSB1LqGGPB80T9InI17p6yDjgYO_o-eKSBd_b7R1JqzCW83cCjOjare8few38NDBPv8NX0pIZFS-b4RlVFZAJoafDyNdKrimTbd0D8GYHKc/s320/I+actualy+made+something+i+pinned+in+pinterest+1.png" width="320" /></a></div>I LOVE Rafferty's potato soup...and because of Rafferty's I have high exceptions of other potato soups and they usually fall short of the yumminess that I am craving (and expecting). The blog that this recipe originally came from compared it to Outback's potato soup, but I have never tried Outbacks soup...so, if you try this recipe let me know if the above statement is accurate ;)<br />
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I made a few changes to the original...and in my opinion it made it better. I am going to post the original but I will include what I did differently.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What you need: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">{Written in <b>red</b> is what I changed/added}</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. (1) 30 oz of shredded, frozen hash browns </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. (3) 14.5 oz cans of chicken broth</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. (1) 14.5 oz can of cream of chicken</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. 1/2 cup of chopped onion...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">(I used ONION POWDER. When I </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Googled, it told me 1 tsp is equivalent to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> 1/2 cup chopped onion)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. 1/4 tsp of black pepper</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. (1) 2.8 oz Oscar Mayer Bacon Bits Ready to Serve<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> (I added this)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. (1) 8 oz package of cream cheese (do not use fat free...it will not melt)</div><br />
* Combine everything in the crockpot EXCEPT for the cream cheese. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I went ahead and added little less than half the package of bacon so that it could simmer with the soup and soak in the bacon flavors.</span> Cook on low for 6-8 hours.<br />
* <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">About 1 hour before serving...I scooped out a little less than half the shredded hash browns (I left the other half of the other shredded hash browns cooking in the crockpot whole.) I pureed the potatoes and dumped it back into the crockpot. Doing this made the soup creamy and thick.</span> Also, at this time, add the cream cheese and let it continue to cook for the remainder of the hour.<br />
* At the end of the "cream cheese hour" you may need to whisk the soup to smooth out the cheese lumps<br />
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Thank you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://pinterest.com/lalahammond/">Pinterest</a></b></span><br />
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Okay, so if you follow me on twitter <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LEHammond"><b>(LEHammond)</b></a> you have heard me <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">R</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">V</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">N</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">G</span></span> about the "sock bun". This is nothing new (so my colleagues tell me) but it is new to me and I am <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><u>LOVING IT</u></span></b>!!! It is precious. I feel like a total ballerina :) The best part of it all is that it is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">SO</span> <strike>ridiculously</strike> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">EASY</span>! I've gotten so many compliments on it today.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here is a "How To Link"</span> </span>(I did not document how I made mine but this is what I followed) and a word to the wise...when you try this bun (IF you try this bun) it will look like you're making a HOTT mess but some how in the end it turns out...trust me, I was puzzled too<br />
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</div>Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-91069809072305679132011-11-07T14:43:00.001-05:002011-11-07T14:57:08.933-05:00I said brr it's cold in here....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know that fall JUST started but in the South anything below 75 degrees is defined as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b>"FREEZING"</b></span> so, even though temps (technically) are not at a "winter" status YET it sure feels like Antarctica to me. I've started pulling out my winter clothes (that I can find...I HATE moving!) And this got me to thinking about some of my "Winter Must Have's" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Tights - and in particular DKNY Tights, they are AWESOME. Thick and EXCELLENT quality. I cannot brag enough about these tights...I dare you to get a hole or run in these babies because it just isn't goin' to happen! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrdyJ4aVfpXps7rDafOoTR4R247h6j3LrjNdf-Blnm9YMqmqmpZQ9SrmStNmemIaRDNRRg67_1jACI0QfNJOccRdqqp2QZr_pIXXQrb2-ZcqthF2t8k0oBv7JU1Qsae_BRh1vH0MWpR0/s1600/dkny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrdyJ4aVfpXps7rDafOoTR4R247h6j3LrjNdf-Blnm9YMqmqmpZQ9SrmStNmemIaRDNRRg67_1jACI0QfNJOccRdqqp2QZr_pIXXQrb2-ZcqthF2t8k0oBv7JU1Qsae_BRh1vH0MWpR0/s400/dkny.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. Stirrup pants/leggings. Go ahead and laugh as you have flashbacks of the 80's era...it's okay but these are the BEST pants to wear when you are wearing your boots. It just logically and strategically makes sense. WHO likes struggling to get their "skinny jeans" perfectly into their boot while shoving their hand in-between the boot and pant trying to make the awkward "bunching" feeling go away??? I dare you to buy a pair...they will be the ONLY pair you will want to wear with your boots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfk23INDKC-7sEH1-0gKslXFhpb46Ei2SH8ul-RYHGTMOxs5cOLw_jo8tMZ41osDM49fZYkyWq-EsEBfG9i0TGsP6r4O8hLOd2EjpIT2EA7Oo9FLRSbPmkZ8qLpgjjbW6NVixnKJOoKg/s1600/stirrup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfk23INDKC-7sEH1-0gKslXFhpb46Ei2SH8ul-RYHGTMOxs5cOLw_jo8tMZ41osDM49fZYkyWq-EsEBfG9i0TGsP6r4O8hLOd2EjpIT2EA7Oo9FLRSbPmkZ8qLpgjjbW6NVixnKJOoKg/s320/stirrup.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Hot Chocolate--- UMMMMMMM, who doesn't love hot chocolate on a chilly night?!?!?! Cold Stone Creamery is my personal favorite brand :) (I didn't say everything was going to be fashion)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aDHaCB3Mse_1qFEq0iBoUT9YBvRNK-IYvjvVS7d473UfBxLRGOIXsQcCJm24Ra_rE9sZsMxKyUnd6N3MP2luK2m70Zggmr9o98-1xP0k_RNMhhczozBpD_i0iQBCYCvPyvqpceIcTa8/s1600/ColdstoneCreameryCocoaShop-022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aDHaCB3Mse_1qFEq0iBoUT9YBvRNK-IYvjvVS7d473UfBxLRGOIXsQcCJm24Ra_rE9sZsMxKyUnd6N3MP2luK2m70Zggmr9o98-1xP0k_RNMhhczozBpD_i0iQBCYCvPyvqpceIcTa8/s320/ColdstoneCreameryCocoaShop-022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Boots-- When the chilly air comes around I live in my EMU's. My sweet cutie pie friend Deana had this debate on her FB page the other day--- UGGS vs EMU's. I have both but it's like I told her, if I HAVE to choose between the two I always pick my EMU's BECAUSE unlike UGG's, EMU's have support in them. So, the comfort level is greater. EMU's JUST LIKE UGG'S are from Australia and have the sheepskin and sheep fur inside. You can purchase "cheaper" EMU's but that is what they are...cheap, not made out of the sheepskin. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWX8vOQaDpyXsQX2VOwfCQ1wDX2pBJhmzZ7x4WCmgM8PSJIRLyCrAPhy4pGKnkTfWOUYQQFD5tPeOwtW4_SbyXctomN2ndJ4PcPl8FSH0BjK8oFC9F6LtFa4JhEHQRkz8XpxI2v4Ieek/s1600/emu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWX8vOQaDpyXsQX2VOwfCQ1wDX2pBJhmzZ7x4WCmgM8PSJIRLyCrAPhy4pGKnkTfWOUYQQFD5tPeOwtW4_SbyXctomN2ndJ4PcPl8FSH0BjK8oFC9F6LtFa4JhEHQRkz8XpxI2v4Ieek/s1600/emu.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. POTATO SOUP!!! Pretty self explanatory--- ummm, ummmm. My favorite, hands down, is Rafferty's. I have heard Outbacks is good too...I've never had it. Let me know if you have.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMMqqcM6KdG2YRmqgY0JI1yoicF6nAfFG1RhCsPfs-fsBY8JxUp8eYYUB_kG_zlTaWT262xAL4VG75kLaIqaaM8EToEZc0XY3RQYqX95vZWmSxNOnOBeegkuLHBzITY8f2RBkOAVk114/s1600/baked+potato+soup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMMqqcM6KdG2YRmqgY0JI1yoicF6nAfFG1RhCsPfs-fsBY8JxUp8eYYUB_kG_zlTaWT262xAL4VG75kLaIqaaM8EToEZc0XY3RQYqX95vZWmSxNOnOBeegkuLHBzITY8f2RBkOAVk114/s320/baked+potato+soup.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. SNUGGIE!!! --- My Mama bought me my first snuggie when they came out (leopard print) I LOVED that thing. It's one of those concepts that you think, "That is so practical that it is stupid". A year and a half ago I lost my snuggie because Deana, my sister (Kristen) and I went to the beach for a girls weekend and stayed in a SUPER SKETCH hotel, so sketch in fact that I slept in my snuggie...in our hurry to get the hell out of dodge the following morning I left it there :( Adam recently purchased me a new one (leopard) SO YAY!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGfM6hfDLDoDxixo66CCOQDEMngNawwbh8ieJ_QXcynSYy6TvldDy5QQ947KKNmmfefzTzOPYuty72zoNV49-Zhh-sBMOzib6VlR2UTuKzzOuCZnOg_uBKa6pgUv8bcqw3VnAbzvfNJY/s1600/snuggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGfM6hfDLDoDxixo66CCOQDEMngNawwbh8ieJ_QXcynSYy6TvldDy5QQ947KKNmmfefzTzOPYuty72zoNV49-Zhh-sBMOzib6VlR2UTuKzzOuCZnOg_uBKa6pgUv8bcqw3VnAbzvfNJY/s1600/snuggie.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Patagonia re-tool snap--- it's just cozy </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLHikWADpxukcQitUCE297cputMui5_m9UoFvO1AZ0xbEuUeZkSk8ZcP41Lg86j5Njj6zs-r6YLubWkif9EA34-QQfXApzX2GrskdMXvInYaMKT9juAfsQ2zdZHFINg2juPK7VVhD9xg/s1600/patagonia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLHikWADpxukcQitUCE297cputMui5_m9UoFvO1AZ0xbEuUeZkSk8ZcP41Lg86j5Njj6zs-r6YLubWkif9EA34-QQfXApzX2GrskdMXvInYaMKT9juAfsQ2zdZHFINg2juPK7VVhD9xg/s1600/patagonia.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. Head and Shoulders Shampoo--- I don't know WHAT it is but ever since I started coloring/highlighting my hair my scalp has changed. Or it could possibly that the change in weather from GA to TN or just the change in weather from hot to cold. Anyways...I feel so gross saying this, but I have had dandruff and itchy scalp like it is going OUT OF STYLE (clearly dandruff was never in style) and I have NEVER had this problem before. Head and Shoulders Shampoo has been my saving grace. It really works! My hair feels fantastic, it smells great and the best part: no nasty, icky, unsightly scalp partials on my shoulders. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryYYD-wIHhPFNwzG-uTo0XJAww2l5ENZZc7TWCYCjGamhL3ZJBhF1mVm-Wyf1MzrVgsB_Hp_Eh1-4Cn7JuRvBUqg9DsudYWHbsL9d42js5ZEGHk-f7G747-k_l-NFdKcOazE5Kxg_ycY/s1600/headandshoulders.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryYYD-wIHhPFNwzG-uTo0XJAww2l5ENZZc7TWCYCjGamhL3ZJBhF1mVm-Wyf1MzrVgsB_Hp_Eh1-4Cn7JuRvBUqg9DsudYWHbsL9d42js5ZEGHk-f7G747-k_l-NFdKcOazE5Kxg_ycY/s320/headandshoulders.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. I LOVE my nails--- if you follow my blog you know that I love switching up my nail color. Friday I asked my FB friends for some fall nail color suggestions. Fall is the time to take off your skanky hott hott pink and settle down for wine colored purples, browns, navys, grays and reds. ULTA, Fine Prune is what I eventually settled on. Trust me, it was not easy process. I do not take my nail colors lightly ;) FANTASTIC choice if I do say so myself! I strongly recommend it</div><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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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKafniTrNTQXM_1HSqN6x_ulDRvk_KP4JCtdrzY72_YoKym5KSBur5ocTGfIVSBu1E-E5aCSXOA7MEYpZMf2s3TeNe781Wau2Zq2ESy-RJrS2fJ2O74eAXOoi6uuFI2oVI30va1OiGGzM/s1600/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKafniTrNTQXM_1HSqN6x_ulDRvk_KP4JCtdrzY72_YoKym5KSBur5ocTGfIVSBu1E-E5aCSXOA7MEYpZMf2s3TeNe781Wau2Zq2ESy-RJrS2fJ2O74eAXOoi6uuFI2oVI30va1OiGGzM/s1600/smile.jpg" /></a></div></div>Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-81770932120833942622011-10-24T17:39:00.004-04:002011-10-24T17:47:36.294-04:00First Year Wedding Anniversary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYTDoigMfvfM8LumlmUoRsSQDyPOPzaYnvmS81VHMzsA4TKOSFsP3GGsfNlTWrd6-iO3I_PvljVI7TsTZB5GZ0ic-Qv9yGnbHklJJmmAZUcXdBEH9LP5sMaW5uZe2QW9qAtJ4wj8JTiQ/s1600/Edwards-1393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYTDoigMfvfM8LumlmUoRsSQDyPOPzaYnvmS81VHMzsA4TKOSFsP3GGsfNlTWrd6-iO3I_PvljVI7TsTZB5GZ0ic-Qv9yGnbHklJJmmAZUcXdBEH9LP5sMaW5uZe2QW9qAtJ4wj8JTiQ/s320/Edwards-1393.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
Adam and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary this weekend. It is unbelievable (to me) HOW. FAST. this year went by!!! It is ALSO an unbelievable feeling to know that I celebrated my anniversary with the man that I KNOW without a DOUBT is the one I am SUPPOSED to spend my whole life growing old with. I am not a cheesy romantic (ask Adam). I do not do the whole lovey dovey gushy mushy stuff BUT at the same time there are moments that I feel so overly blessed that I have to release it...this would be one of those times :) <br />
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Adam and I are perfect for each other (if I do say so myself) we are best friends and we enjoy spending time together (which has been a great thing considering we only know each other in TN and therefore we've been spending LOTS of quality time together). However, we have our ups and downs, after-all, we are human...trust me, there were times that I questioned if there would even be a wedding, but they were brief moments--- I have <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ALWAYS</span></b> been <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"><u>SO</u></span></b> proud of Adam. Why wouldn't I be? He was a weeknight news anchor by the age of 24. And he's always thinking of ways to give back...like "Shaggin' For a Cause," and becoming a United Way Leadership Giver. I love his heart and work ethic but most of all I love the way he cares and supports me. Thinking about it...it astonishes me how proud he is of me, and for what? Adam is seriously my cheerleader in life. Moving has been a difficult task (but not a regret) when I get down about making connections, friends or missing friends and family Adam is there to pick me up and say, "It's OK," he allows me to cry but HE is there to wipe my face dry. When I stressed about finding a job in TN he was the one standing there say, "You've got this...they will love you!"...HE EVEN took his first day off of work to spend with me and meet my co-workers. My favorite though, he has started following United Way of the Mid-South on Twitter and he talks back and forth with the UW communications guy and is constantly "retweeting" UW tweets. And he simply does it because he supports me in what I do.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were in the same 4th grade class together<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Adam and I have been together a total of 8 years (one of them married) and we have done </span><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">LOTS</span></u></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> of fun things but this weekend in Nashville has to take the cake. I had such an amazing time. Nashville is my kind of town...something about it just gets deep down in my soul and makes me want to shake my booty (which we did). Needless to say it was a great anniversary. Something that I will remember for ever.</span></div></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For our first anniversary together I wanted to do something special for Adam. So, everyday of the week (starting with Monday Oct 17th) I gave Adam a gift leading up until Oct 23rd (all of which I left on his car seat for him to start his day off right with). These were small things and varied in price range. Since the first year is supposed to be the "paper anniversary" each gift came accompanied by a note.</span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I took pictures of some days but mostly just to give you an idea<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday- </b>$40 gift card to the local gun range (to start his week off with a BANG!!! get it?!)</div><b>Tuesday-</b> Reese's Pumpkins (because he's my pumpkin and he loves the special holiday editions)<br />
<b>Wednesday</b>- $10 Subway gift card (because he LOVES Subway)<br />
<b>Thursday</b>- Luke Bryan concert tix (which he knew about) but the new LB CD so he could learn the new songs)<br />
<b>Friday-</b> a Michael Kors tie (I wanted him to feel like a part of the MK trend, haha)<br />
<b>Saturday-</b> Burberry Brit Cologne<br />
<b>Sunday</b>- Patagonia rain jacket (necessity for live shots on rainy days)<br />
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Adam gave me a beautiful David Yurman bracelet. Our wedding colors were yellow & green so my bracelet has green stones.<br />
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</div>Lauren Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613692394829342711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806880754253846689.post-72427779030605983252011-10-13T18:58:00.003-04:002011-10-14T14:59:52.429-04:00FOOTLOOSE!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #11abcc; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">FOOTLOOSE!!!</span></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGzIbOlJICBpko34SZLVLGfFOSDeP6ahV9TOFRIRpG4PsGm2u7NUXtUa67aPqIob75Xssm-5wlfSeB6NTMlLXB64WKzq4iOg2qk6Cbk6AcRY-r0v_w_uP9voLV2EkRk05UyDxirr1Y_I/s1600/i_love_the_80s_lowres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGzIbOlJICBpko34SZLVLGfFOSDeP6ahV9TOFRIRpG4PsGm2u7NUXtUa67aPqIob75Xssm-5wlfSeB6NTMlLXB64WKzq4iOg2qk6Cbk6AcRY-r0v_w_uP9voLV2EkRk05UyDxirr1Y_I/s1600/i_love_the_80s_lowres.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2640748912988392357" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">When I think of classic 80's cult movies I think of: Pretty in Pink, Sweet Sixteen, Back to the Future, The Breakfast Club, Star Wars, When Harry Met Sally, Christmas Vacation, Ferris Bullers Day Off, The Goonies, and of course FOOTLOOSE! (the actual list of 80's movies is never ending...but you catch my drift). The remake of the quintessential 80's movie is coming out in theaters <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">TODAY</span></b>!!! And get <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><strike>PUMPED</strike></span> because it is AWESOME!</span><br />
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It's funny that I have never seen the original Footloose (well maybe not that funny considering it came out before I was born (1984) I graced this world with my presence in 1986) anyways...I never saw the movie (until this week) but knew all the songs: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN2tw9Bs9uA">"Let's Hear it for the Boy,"</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGTcEb16YXw&feature=fvst"> "Almost Paradise,"</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLNCX84-kfA">"Holding out for a Hero,"</a> (the new footloose version is MUCH better) and of course the famous<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUsNpfXwEy0"> "Footloose"</a>. I've always loved movies that are musicals, although technically Footloose is not a musical (EVEN THOUGH in 1998 it was adapted into a broadway musical). So, when Adam and I had the chance to go to a private screening of the remake (where the director <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craig_Brewer">Craig Brewer</a> hosted a Q&A session) I was beside myself EXCITED!!!<br />
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Original Footloose Trailer 1984<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Classic tale of teen rebellion and repression features a delightful combination of dance choreography and realistic and touching performances. When teenager Ren and his family move from big-city Chicago to a small town in the West, he's in for a real case of culture shock. Though he tries hard to fit in, the streetwise Ren can't quite believe he's living in a place where rock music and dancing are illegal. There is one small pleasure, however: Ariel, a troubled but lovely blonde with a jealous boyfriend. and a Bible-thumping minister, who is responsible for keeping the town dance-free. Ren and his classmates want to do away with this ordinance, especially since the senior prom is around the corner, but only Ren has the courage to initiate a battle to abolish the outmoded ban and revitalize the spirit of the repressed townspeople. Fast-paced drama is filled with such now-famous hit songs as the title track and "Let's Hear It for the Boy."</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">The remake follows the exact original storyline...some lines (most) are verbatim from the first Footloose. For someone like me, I like the fact that Craig Brewer (director of the remake) stuck true to the original. Fast facts about Craig Brewer- he has family in Memphis (Collierville to exact) he spent his summers living with his grandparents, so that's how Memphis gets special screenings of his movies. He also directed the movie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0410097/">Hustle & Flow</a>. The film won an Oscar for Best Original Song by Three 6 Mafia (from Memphis) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN0xK6bgQkQ">"It's Hard Out Here For a Pimp."</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 1.6em; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 1.6em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPs3yYDZ0p4gsU5iJOo4cBobgEyGUzGcv_7h9pKhTIg-XmrFBErtDgjszwRUMUfLfrGHkqZWIjTvrqZmc_YOTSzsNeQpn_JbCnRMK7EVPvTSU-lmoOB_35qbtug2Tj7Bbpoi63DpK0jgI/s1600/312179_714042965409_39800930_36520547_1803279167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPs3yYDZ0p4gsU5iJOo4cBobgEyGUzGcv_7h9pKhTIg-XmrFBErtDgjszwRUMUfLfrGHkqZWIjTvrqZmc_YOTSzsNeQpn_JbCnRMK7EVPvTSU-lmoOB_35qbtug2Tj7Bbpoi63DpK0jgI/s320/312179_714042965409_39800930_36520547_1803279167_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>And that's all folks!</b></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVPqmn6S-ETTD7kTM71Lf3EjXv3kJDtNjw33wMmX0pF_Qd_-JVTmkmzWH2UjqDQdgunIa9jKUpz2dPpr0zSoYxMkOc6dGxCXwqq4G0JfUfW_UgiZ0_9cRJEciNSa5UKlJE0m6lOVfDx8/s1600/blogpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVPqmn6S-ETTD7kTM71Lf3EjXv3kJDtNjw33wMmX0pF_Qd_-JVTmkmzWH2UjqDQdgunIa9jKUpz2dPpr0zSoYxMkOc6dGxCXwqq4G0JfUfW_UgiZ0_9cRJEciNSa5UKlJE0m6lOVfDx8/s320/blogpic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is something that I want to get off my chest. The first half of this week has been ROUGH! I think I have had my first real emotional <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><u>"I MISS HOME"</u></b></span> outburst. I want to clarify, I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>LOVE </b></span>Memphis. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><u><i>WE</i></u></b></span> love Memphis! But I am really missing friends and fam. It's the hardest when I want to do things that either a man doesn't do or due to Adams work schedule he isn't able to do. I can't pick up the phone and say..."Hey! Carrie Underwood is coming LEH GO!" and that friend be able too. NO, instead it would require that friend to plan a trip, book a flight, take days off work etc, etc, etc. because they ALL live in GA. Adam tried his darndest to comfort me last night. People say, "join groups/churches" and I've done that but that brings along another set of problems. Friendship circles have already been established and you are the outsider trying to break through (although I am not going to stop trying). It also doesn't help that everyone I work with is significantly older than me and the same applies to Adam (although I LOVE all my coworkers). I know all will work out and EVENTUALLY we will make "friends". I mean, after all...we are nice, we like to have fun and we enjoy people. But right now it's just Adam and me. He's the greatest, he really is. I thank God that we enjoy spending time together because we are getting LOTS of quality time. I know my emotional break down doesn't sound like much but trust me...it was much more dramatic in the heat of the moment..in the midst of me really really REALLY missing everyone. But I am missing that lady companionship. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I </span>MISS <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">MY</span> GA <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">FRIENDS</span>!!!</span> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(and my heart always will)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">However, THAT was yesterday...I am still frowning a little over it today BUT it is time to turn that frown upside down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today...what am I wearing??? a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">SMILE</span></b>. Because this crazy little thing called life goes on. (friends or no friends) ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mnhyphenhypheny4iDtgNpxoUQ_bF_4L5nhap7KvhO3Et0eqzLtFyfcWB8AwrBHgtqh9zljbkMnqlINhXDDlT-ZiZ5FS1g247vqMqH9n4IChOyECaiZ-ICxX_FbaRSH1IJJNUOTaLSrOf4iChYH_0/s1600/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mnhyphenhypheny4iDtgNpxoUQ_bF_4L5nhap7KvhO3Et0eqzLtFyfcWB8AwrBHgtqh9zljbkMnqlINhXDDlT-ZiZ5FS1g247vqMqH9n4IChOyECaiZ-ICxX_FbaRSH1IJJNUOTaLSrOf4iChYH_0/s1600/smile.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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