tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90860766909080157482024-03-14T07:45:46.307-07:00It's a Cub's World... We Just Live In It...Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-9344027670374729482011-10-21T07:00:00.000-07:002011-10-21T07:00:07.042-07:00Letter to Cub: THREE!Dear Cubby,<br />
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It's your birthday! How did three years go by so fast? I know I haven't blogged much for you lately, but you should know that you are an AMAZING kid. You've managed to get the best qualities from me and your Daddy. You're our social bee, a big helper and a love bug! You have now made allowances for Daddy to sleep in 'Mamma's bed' and even ask him to "lay down!" when you want some snuggle time.<br />
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You DEFINITELY know what you want and when you want it and it's been quite a struggle for you to learn that you can't always have what you want. You're having a great time learning how to put things together and do things yourself. Your most commonly heard phrases are "No, Mom! Not YOU!" or "No, Dad! Not YOU!"<br />
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We changed daycare/schools in August and you have been thriving. Mommy was very worried you'd get lost in the shuffle with 24 kids, but you have adapted well and started staying dry and even peeing in the potty at school!! Once Mommy realized that, we buckled down and focused Labor Day weekend and had you learning all about the potty situation. You did AWESOME and are now potty-trained! <br />
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We still have our 'goke' time at night or in the morning although it seems like you are sometimes not asking for it (which is good for you!) and trying hard to be a big boy.<br />
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Never did I ever think I'd be at this point with such a special treasure as you in my life. You make me and your Daddy proud and we are happy we've been blessed with you.<br />
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♥,<br />
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MommyNikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-15188529833861794892011-05-08T23:41:00.000-07:002011-05-08T23:41:57.287-07:00Letter to Cub: Mother's Day 2011Dear Cubby,<br />
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You are two and a half years old on this glorious Mother's Day. Pappa Bear got you out of your crib this morning and when you came in to see me, you told me to "hold on" and left the room. When you came back, you had a card in your hand, you closed the door and climbed into bed with me while I opened the card. You were so excited to show me the monkey on the inside of the card!<br />
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Moments like this just warm my heart and make me feel so blessed to have you in my life. This morning you were so cooperative as we rushed to get ready and meet Grandma for breakfast. While at breakfast, you asked me for "two moneys" (two quarters) so you could play the claw machine. You are learning so much, so fast!<br />
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I'm so glad that I am your mom and you are my son. Thank you for being you, for keeping me on my toes and for changing my world. I love you.<br />
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Love,<br />
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Mamma BearNikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-86132465708073348912011-01-09T23:07:00.000-08:002011-01-09T23:07:28.785-08:00A New Year!Happy New Year Cubby Fans!<br />
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Our apologies for being absent the last few months, but we hope with a new year that we'll be able to share more of the happenings in Cub's World. We've all been VERY busy- battling colds, visiting family and just trying to enjoy life now that Cubby has turned TWO!!!<br />
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Wishing you the best in 2011! Stay tuned...Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-1553749413341630562010-10-21T23:20:00.000-07:002010-10-21T23:20:40.663-07:00Letter to Cub 2...Wow! Another year! Another year has flown by and I'm in awe how fast that went! I still remember the day you were born like it was yesterday! You have learned so much in this past year and are talking up a storm! You are still giving us hugs and kisses but you're telling us "no" more often. Sometimes it's a game and sometimes it's a genuine protest for not wanting to brush your teeth, take a bath, or have your diaper changed.<br />
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You give both me and your Pappa grief over EVERYTHING (terrible two's perhaps?) but you still manage to get in some snuggle time and hugs and kisses to both of us every day.<br />
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You've flown to Omaha this year to meet your long distance pal, C. <br />
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We've had changes this year. Teresa & T3 had been a major part of your life until they moved in May. It was heartbreaking for me, as T3 was your "brother" and you absolutely LOVED Teresa. <br />
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You went to your first LIVE show - Sesame Street Live! You seemed to have enjoyed it although you didn't openly clap or get excited.<br />
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You had an AWESOME summer of swimming. You purposely put your face under the water, holding your breath and pick your head up on your own. You've jumped in unassisted into the pool for me or Pappa to catch you. You were thrilled to do it and not scared at all.<br />
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You've been to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom more times this year than I have ever been in my life so far thanks to the season passes we bought. <br />
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You had your first sleepover/overnight away from Mamma & Pappa. I missed you so much the whole time you were away.<br />
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You went to your first concert - Rascal Flatts with Sara Evans at Sleep Train Amphitheatre. You had a GREAT time and even wound up with an inflatable guitar to go home with. Not a tear/complaint about the loud music or the late night. When you fell asleep in my arms at 9:30 p.m., I could've just melted. ♥ <br />
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Your personality is really showing and you're just a silly Cub! You love things that make noise, have wheels, and you love to "color". You make tiny circles on the paper with a pen or pencil. Every day, you're growing more into a little boy and wanting to do more "big boy" things. Some days I just want to hold/squeeze you tight because I know these times only last a short while.<br />
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Every day I love you more and more and am so proud of the little boy you're becoming. I hope you know that I will always love you. ♥Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-37152137150102009872010-09-15T12:59:00.000-07:002010-09-15T12:59:36.394-07:00Missing!Yep, that's right. We've been MIA. Or at least I have been in updating and posting on Cubby's blog here for you folks.<br />
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I'm working on getting some pics together to show what we've been up to - but for now, a little summary:<br />
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Talking: Cubby is talking up a STORM! He is a little parrot so Mamma Bear now has to watch her potty mouth. He knows many words (too many to list) but the ones he does regularly is "hep!" (help), "tank you" (thank you), "elcom" (you're welcome), "pease" (please), "no", "dada", "mama", "mom", "goke" (milk), "cul" (popsicle), "ont" (want), "go". He can put words together for short sentences like "Mom, ont goke", "hep pease", "Dada go?"<br />
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Swimming: I think enrolling him into swim at 8/9 months has paid off. This summer we took swim lessons up the kazoo. Too many for Mamma & Pappa Bear, but by the end of it all - Cubby was putting his face in the water on his own and holding his breath under the water! He was also jumping into the water with assistance and just loved hand-walking on his belly in the shallow side of the water <i>(pics to come later)</i>. Then, while swimming at a friend's house and watching their four year old jump into the pool, Cubby thought he'd give it a try! UNASSISTED! He did a GREAT job but Mamma Bear's heart was pounding a kajillion miles a minute. Oh boy. Now we HAVE to keep a real close eye on him near water.<br />
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Family: We visit grandma once a week for dinner and he just LOVES her! It's so nice that he sees and recognizes her and the rest of my family as well. He is definitely the spoiled munchkin of the family (for now) and he's enjoying every minute of it!<br />
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I can't wait to show you all the things he's been doing! Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-4427979880535322872010-07-05T09:43:00.000-07:002010-07-05T09:43:13.301-07:00Independence Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxP9fyLpbAQ/TDGWBSLR_mI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HSOGyO2aXME/s1600/received_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxP9fyLpbAQ/TDGWBSLR_mI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HSOGyO2aXME/s320/received_14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This year it was a very small celebration. Pappa Bear, Cubby, Uncle D, his girlfriend S, Grandma and of course myself. Grandma made homemade french fries, burgers, dogs, ribs and a salad. Let's just say we were overstuffed.<br />
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My brother, mother and I are very much closet pyromaniacs (I use that term very loosely). We love to light up things and watch 'em burn! ♪ Burn, baby burn... disco inferno... ♫ Wait, where was I... ? Oh yes, back to the Fourth of July... Between my mother and I we spent about $200 on fireworks. This year, I really wanted Cubby to try his first sparkler. Now, I don't recommend this at all to other parents but because I know how overly cautious Cubby is AND the fact I was going to be right there, I didn't worry too much.<br />
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At first, he held onto the sparkler and as I was holding his wrist waving it around for him, he decided he wanted no part of it... and I was disappointed. How can MY Cubby NOT want to light up something? Oh well. The show MUST GO ON!!!<br />
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Before we start lighting off fireworks, we organize our goods. We start off with smaller things like Ground Blooms, Piccolo Pete's, interspersed with smaller fountains and then work our way up to Mad Dogs, American Spirit and what not. This year's finale was The Molten Pot. I was impressed! New this year and a $20 show piece, I think it was worth every penny. Again, here I am distracted - this isn't what this post is about!<br />
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During our spectacular show, Grandma continued to try and give Cubby a sparkler. FINALLY, he caught on! Yay! Only a Mamma Bear can be so proud! Here's a clip:<br />
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Can't wait for next year, when we show him how to properly light a firework himself... he he he...Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-64909861692252765732010-06-23T07:00:00.000-07:002010-06-23T07:00:01.559-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Like Father, Like Son Part II<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I closed my eyes to try and nap but woke up every few minutes hearing Cubby getting into things, making sure he was ok and back to closing my eyes. All of a sudden I feel a push against the mattress and I hear Cubby... "mooo mooo" in this kind of sing songy tone (which is what it sounded like to me) and holding out his arms to me. Keep in mind, I'm half asleep and I think he wants to be picked up to come into the bed with me.<br />
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Then he says it again, this time shoving his hands in my face and I shoot straight up out of my grogginess as I realize he said "Pooo Pooo" because I also smell it. On his hands. Ewww! He then proceeds to put his hand in the side of his diaper and I grab him and haul ass to his changing table.<br />
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This time I ask "Did you go poo poo?" He nods yes. Smiles. Lays right down to let me change him. *sigh*<br />
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Thinking it's time to maybe start potty training?Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-55901960532764031732010-06-16T07:11:00.000-07:002010-06-16T07:11:00.595-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Little Boy!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where did my baby go?</div><br />
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Well, for one thing - it's specifically designed for kids. Cubby has been allowed on the computer here and there on a site called <a href="http://www.kneebouncers.com/">Kneebouncers</a>. Our super wonderful, awesome nanny/childcare provider found and shared this site with me.<br />
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All that is required to use this site? The ability to push a key. Any key. Here is where the problem lies. On a regular "adult" keyboard, they have these keys that are helpful 'tools' like the ESC, Alt, Windows keys - when pressed have a specific function. None of which I want my toddler to be able to access or use or "accidently" use a combination of these keys and who knows what will happen!<br />
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Oh yeah - please excuse the mess that is my desk. This is why I'm looking for a "mama's helper"...Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-78909341949584436702010-06-03T12:30:00.000-07:002010-06-03T12:30:31.414-07:00Where'd the Time Go?<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Boy, time sure has flown - I didn't even realize it's been TWO whole months since a Cubby update/sighting! Rest assured, he's thriving and doing well, but he's keeping Mamma too busy to keep everyone updated... so look for an update soon!</span>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-24870236542756117022010-03-30T21:51:00.000-07:002010-03-30T21:59:19.188-07:00Wordless Wednesday : Mini-Hugh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiABlykDNIQCR2qZ8UfpEgSom1oOvmRLJ1BWoldhwHjd6aJ7dNf5mIzVhYlBmzRukldF-D9Ar5QHVuujPMmmTuxJBXRiebvfg8XULlDUsC2Z4KJZOyKA2phtLeqk0JPT0F2i3LnBhVfv-w/s1600/IMG_1041+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiABlykDNIQCR2qZ8UfpEgSom1oOvmRLJ1BWoldhwHjd6aJ7dNf5mIzVhYlBmzRukldF-D9Ar5QHVuujPMmmTuxJBXRiebvfg8XULlDUsC2Z4KJZOyKA2phtLeqk0JPT0F2i3LnBhVfv-w/s400/IMG_1041+copy.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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So, I pull him into bed, play with him a bit, give him some more Mamma's Milk and then get up with him (so I can get ready for work) and head out to wake up Pappa from the couch. I wake up Pappa, then fix Cubby's tent that he is always "squishing" and tell him "Cubby - you're gonna ruin this thing!" The next thing I know, Cubby takes a run for the tent (nothing new) and then I hear "THUNK!" Then some crying... Oh jeez! Here it is 6 a.m. and we're already starting the day this way. I grab him, he buries his face in my chest just BAWLING and I'm just patting him, rocking in the chair and tell Pappa - get me an <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/EnchantedDandelions?section_id=5572578">Owie Bag</a> from the freezer!<br />
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Then I pull him away from me to look - HOLY CRAP!!! I tell Pappa - "Hurry! It looks AWFUL!". I finally turn on a light to show Pappa and he FREAKS out! Yep. My kid has a golf ball size knot coming out of his head! What a way to start a Monday morning! Pappa wanted to take him to the doctor's but I made him call first - as I knew it would be at least $50 and HOURS of waiting in the ER, not to mention Cubby wasn't dressed or calm yet either.<br />
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After giving him more Mamma's Milk to get him calm, I was able to wedge the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/EnchantedDandelions?section_id=5572578">Owie Bag</a> between his face and my chest in order to be able to "ice" it down. After more than 20 minutes, the advice nurse came on and in the end - we can't let him sleep more than 2 hours at a time for the next 24 hours. Yikes! What a looong night it's going to be tonight.<br />
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Good news - Cubby IS acting like himself and the knot has gone down a bit - and it's gonna be a helluva bruise for a while... Whew! Welcome to Parenthood!!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Cubby in good spirits having some breakfast. Nice lump, huh? </div><br />
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Oh boy, he's definitely growing up.Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-72543696063441573652010-01-18T22:30:00.000-08:002010-01-18T22:30:54.755-08:00The Beginning: Cloth DiapersA lot of you already know I cloth diaper and LOVE it! So much so, I'm what you could call "addicted" although I'm trying desperately to hop on the wagon to recovery. What most of you don't know is why. If you know me at all, this doesn't seem like something I would go for, as I'm always about the latest "great" thing to make life easier & uncomplicated. Let's face it: Cloth diapering certainly doesn't make life easier. It just adds to the piles and piles of laundry already waiting to be washed & folded. Not to mention, having to deal with cleaning off poop? GUUUHHHHROSSSSSSSS!!!!!! Right?<br />
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One thing I never could anticipate is how I would feel/see things when I was pregnant. I spent HOURS on Babycenter and other baby-related websites, looking/researching and making sure what I was purchasing was not only top-rated but top ranked in safety, cost-effective and the BEST for my baby. In all of this researching, I came across discussions for cloth diapers. I started looking into it more vs. disposables and the more I looked at it, the more I thought it made sense but all the choices though were so overwhelming and I just couldn't FATHOM washing DIRTY DIAPERS?! GUUUUHHHHHROOOSSSSSS!!!!<br />
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So I found a local diapering service - <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.tideedidee.net/">Tidee Didee</a> which delivers and picks up the dirties and brings me new ones! How cool was THAT?! After a small talk with Pappa Bear, he agreed to try it out. We only had a four week commitment, and we could at least give it that long to try, yes? At the service's recommendation, we started off on an 80 diaper (prefolds) a week rotation. Holy COW! That was a LOT of diapers!! After our first week, Pappa Bear though that it really was no different than changing disposable ('sposie) diapers and I agreed! It just took one extra step, a little coordination and know how and voila! Easy as pie! Of course they were HUGE on our little guy - just check it out for yourself:<br />
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Once Cubby started solids (around 5ish months or so) and his diaper started to have more solids in it, I thought I'd give washing/caring for our own cloth diapers a try. The main reason? Not only to cut costs, but man - they were so darn CUUUUUUTE! Turns out, it was all easy peasy as pie. Well, almost. We've had some stink issues, a suedecloth reaction, an eczema flare-up and oh the dreaded MUSH poop that required the installation and use of a diaper sprayer but for the most part - it's been a breeze! Besides, you can't capture this kind of adorable-cuteness in 'sposies, right?!!<br />
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So, as I am watching him on the computer thinking "What a BIG BOY!" I grab the camera to take a picture and I say "Say Cheese!" not really expecting him to say it but..... he said "Cheeese!" and I snapped this photo:<br />
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*WARNING* This will take a few minutes to see every picture :) Grab a coffee, kick your feet up and enjoy!<br />
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As soon as I got closer to the end of the line, I saw it. A sign, blocking the entrance. "SANTA IS TAKING A BREAK AT 3:00P". Oh CRAP! I started thinking in my head: "hm, 3pm, it's now 2:30p.. they close at 6pm... what to do, what to do... Cub needs a nap... hm..." Then, as I decided and was just about to walk away, this young girl (way too young to be a mom although she had two boys with her) in front of me said, "I just got in line anyway". Oh! *smacking my forehead* Sure, why not? I mean, this sign isn't the LAW, right? The mall cop isn't going to drive by on his Segway and drag me away in handcuffs are they? So I scooched the sign over a bit and got in line preparing to wait.<br />
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Pretty soon, I looked behind me and the line kept getting longer and longer! In only 15 minutes that line DOUBLED! I was relieved I got in line instead of walking away, because I probably would not have came back and missed the opportunity of a lifetime!!! So, to make this long story short - we finally got a pic of the sweet, outgoing Cubby sitting on Santa's lap:<br />
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We started off with our "family" photos and was so focused on Cub, she didn't even make note that my necklace clasp was turned around or take note of my head position/body position and whether or not me or my husband were smiling. She kept trying to get him to smile which did not work.<br />
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I finally told her it really didn't matter if his hand was in front of his face, if she waited for him to put it down she'd never get a pic! FINALLY she started snapping photos. I was NOT THRILLED with ANY of our family photos. Even Cub's pics were so-so. She had no imagination, offered props but never brought them out and only used two backgrounds the whole time. Some dark colored one and a white background.<br />
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THANK GOD I brought my own props for us and Cub or I would have been a sobbing, furious mess. Cub's pics came out OK - he's too cute to NOT want to buy any, but they weren't spectacular. I was very disappointed but at least we got these cute ones, right?<br />
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... and here's his innocent, "I swear I was good!" look. :)<br />
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</div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-84628791432336259382009-12-09T12:35:00.000-08:002009-12-09T12:35:38.267-08:00Snow!Monday we actually got SNOW in Sacramento! You can check out what our lawn looked like over at <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://leasonlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-in-sacramento.html">A New Leas on Life</a>. So, T texted me and asked if I wanted to take the boys up to Auburn to check out the snow! Oh, you BET I DID! So off we went. The boys did not have snow clothes, but we bundled them up the best we could! Cub was AMAZED at the whiteness and the snow falling and was making "ooh" noises. Once I go this mittens, hat and jacket on, I let him loose in a parking lot to check it out.<br />
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I still haven't completely figured out my new phone yet, but once I do, I'll post more pictures and a video clip of our snow adventure. :))Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-52799586627496154082009-11-26T21:14:00.000-08:002009-11-26T22:31:41.150-08:00Black Friday Specials and Limited Coupon Code!First, I have to rave about how awesome Michelle of <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.rgnaturalbabies.com/">RG Natural Babies</a> is. When I was thinking about getting some fleece liners, instead of just trying to sell me what she had - she connected me with a wonderful mama, Jessica of <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.zingslings.com/">Zing Slings</a> who custom made me some <i>(yes, I know you crafty mamas are going to say "you can just make them yourself" but I'm not that handy)</i>!<br />
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Michelle has always given me AWESOME customer service, so much so I keep going back whenever I need something (even if she doesn't have it in stock) or just questions on products! If you don't "know" her yet, you should! You can follow her on <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://twitter.com/RGNaturalBabies">Twitter</a>, become a <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/RG-Natural-Babies/24471005198?ref=ts">Facebook Fan</a> and even follow her blog <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://gogreenwisconsin.blogspot.com/">Go Green Wisconsin</a> that she writes with Kristin of <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.mybabypumpkin.com/">My Baby Pumpkin</a> (who is by the way, another very awesome, fabulous mama).<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Okay, enough of my shameless plugs and here are the deals/specials you've been waiting for!!<br />
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There are also MORE awesome deals going on! just head on over to RG Natural Babies and see all of the <a href="http://www.rgnaturalbabies.com/c_55/BLACK-FRIDAY-SPECIALS.htm">Black Friday Specials</a> she has listed!<br />
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BLACK FRIDAY BONUS: Every order placed will be entered into a drawing for a Thirsties Duo Diaper and all orders over $100 will be entered to win your choice of not one but TWO Pocket Diapers and a Medium Wet Bag on available stock. What do you think of that??? <br />
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If you happen to miss the Black Friday bonus, don't worry! From Black Friday through Cyber Monday, place an order over $100 and you will be entered to win a custom diaper bag courtesy of Brooke of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/BrookeVanGoryDesigns">BrookeVanGoryDesigns</a> (must pay shipping). I don't have one of these superlicious bags YET, but I have been drooling like mad over one!<br />
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As a very special thank you, Michelle is offering TWO of my readers a chance for some additional savings in addition to her Black Friday specials!<br />
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$5 off an order over $25 with code <b>NikBF5 </b>and <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good Luck & Happy Shopping!!!</span><br />
</div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-63990643964124927642009-11-24T22:14:00.000-08:002009-11-24T22:14:57.894-08:00Black Friday<span style="font-size: small;">Every year I avoid Black Friday like the plague. I dislike people being rude, shoving and not to mention I'm so NOT a morning person to be up super early to catch some deal. Really? </span>I prefer to shop from the comfort of my living room in my jammies with my Starbuck's in my hand :) This year, I have the chance to offer YOU, two of my readers a very special deal from one awesome retailer, RG Natural Babies!<br />
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So stick around and look for my post on Friday! Good luck and Happy Shopping!Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9086076690908015748.post-73044939680781910382009-11-14T21:38:00.000-08:002009-11-14T21:38:15.185-08:00BACK!Just thought I'd pop in here and let ya'll know how the Cub did while I was gone. A couple of small little "incidences" but other than that, he definitely missed his Mamma and Pappa Bear got him sleeping through the night (8ish p.m. to 7ish a.m.)!! Previously he was waking up between 1 & 3 a.m. in addition to between 5 & 6 a.m. Kudos to Pappa Bear for taking care of the Cub and for everyone who pitched in and provided him some support while I was gone! Now, I'm dealing with crying/whining (separation anxiety) but thankfully I have four FULL days with him before I head back to work!Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12548109928267788138noreply@blogger.com0