tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514373119233640342024-03-05T13:01:41.359-08:00Nicholas ♥ Ashli ♥ Ryder ♥ Sweet Baby GirlThe Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-21758615587629590422013-03-02T20:24:00.001-08:002013-03-02T20:24:51.498-08:00My memoriesIt's been a while since I've posted anything on this poor little blog of mine, but I thought I would share some intimate memories. March is an emotional month for my family and I. My dad passed away this month and for some reason it hurts so much more this year than it has in the past. I'm not sure if it's because I wish so badly that my dad was able to be here and enjoy his grandchildren, he would have been a wonderful grandpa to them. That alone hurts, but also because I miss his voice, his laughter, his smell, his wisdom, the way he called my mother Beautiful (that was her name). I. Just. Miss. Him. <br />
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Fortunately for me I have the best memory ever. I can remember everything from my past and for this particular month I remember the weeks and days that led to his death. March 2, 2007, I remember sitting in my room cleaning out my entertainment center when my phone rang. My parents had gone back to Tuscon for my fathers 100 day testing to see if the cancer had returned. My mom and dad spent 2 1/2 months in 2006 treating his cancer with a stem cell transplant in hopes that it would rid him of the poison that was making him ill. I picked up my phone to my dad saying "well I got some bad news, cancers back." My heart stopped, I didn't have any words to say. My dad had fought cancer for so long and I knew what this meant. He said that there were two options, "I can either fight the cancer, more chemo, more hospital stays or go home and let it takes its course." Crying, I don't even know why I asked because with the tone of his voice I knew what this meant. "What are you going to do?" "Little one, I'm tired, I'm just tired." We left the conversation like that. Hanging up the phone I sat there and cried. As I cry now, it hurt, knowing that we had a limited amount of time to spend together. <br />
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I always think about my dad, it's second nature. Like breathing, he comes into my thoughts where I reminisce of the past and think about what he's doing now. I wish my dad was still here, but that's not what Heavenly Father had planned for him, for us. So this month I will be sharing the memories I have leading to his death and funeral. You'll have to bare with me as my puncuation and grammer suck, it's hard to type and cry, and I won't be able to share any of this without crying.<br />
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The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-12953581387429700662012-06-30T18:16:00.002-07:002012-06-30T18:19:43.636-07:00Avree's Birth Story<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love writing and reliving the birth of my
babies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We record the birth of our
children and write down every detail as my labor progresses until birth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I enjoy being pregnant and love the feeling
of my baby inside my belly, it really is indescribable, but for as much as I
love being pregnant and having my big belly I was more than ready to have my sweet girl. Being pregnant with Avree was SO different than with Ryder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was wild.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Constantly moving and keeping me awake throughout the night. She was resting on my belly with her back side so every time Ryder wanted to cuddle or
be held it was uncomfortable. On top of that, not being able to sleep
through the night and taking care of an 18 month old, active toddler, to say I was
beyond ready to have her is an understatement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A week before my due
date I scheduled an induction on May 24.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Making this decision was hard because I really wanted to go into labor
on my own and with inductions you never know how things will turn out or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">how long it will take</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With Ryder, I went into labor on my own, but
since my cervix was only dilated to a 1 and 50% effaced (for weeks), my doctor
and I decided it would be best to get induced because I wasn’t willing to go
more than a day past my due date.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
scheduled to be at the hospital at 10 p.m. on the 23 and have these
gels inserted in my cervix to “encourage” it to change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Until then I walked every single day for
hours to get my body into labor and the day of my due date was no exception. I was up
bright and early trying every last attempt to go into labor. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walked around EVERYWHERE, and by the end of
the day I was exhausted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also
bounced on a birthing ball, walked up and down stairs and TMI but I did an
enema, pretty nasty stuff, but I wasn’t willing to down castor oil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And to my surprise none of that worked. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I called the hospital to make sure
there was a room available for me at 10 and there wasn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They said they would call when there was one
available and so I just slept.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
called and by 12 a.m. we were at the hospital waiting to be checked in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By 1:00 we were in our room ready to start
the first of three gels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These gels are
inserted every 2 hours; you lie down for an hour and walk around for an hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By 3:30 my nurse was ready to check me and I
hadn’t dilated. At. All.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since there was no
change and my energy was completely exerted, my nurse inserted the next gel and
decided to just let me sleep. She came in at 5:50, checked me and I was barely
dilated to a 2, she inserted the last set of the gels and let me sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was woken up at 8 by my doctor who checked
me and I was dilated to a 2-3 and 60% effaced, she decided that she would break
my water and start me on a low dose of pitocin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was sure that since my water had broken I would be delivering Avree
within hours. (Again with Ryder, after my water broke, 3.5 hours later he was delivered.)
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My nurse would come in every hour or so
and up my dose of pitocin which didn’t seem to help because by noon I was
ONLY dilated to a 3!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was starting to
lose hope that I would be meeting my little girl anytime soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean everything was taking FOR-EV-ER, my
labor was progressing so slowly and my contractions weren’t all that painful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then finally around 2 things
started to change.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Up until then I was
able to breathe through each contraction and sometimes I wouldn’t even feel
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After 2, I started having back
labor and had to have Nick massage my lower back, while I bounced on the birthing
ball or laid on my side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It felt really
good for a while, but the contractions started getting more intense and I could
no longer breathe through them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For some
reason I always tell myself that I am going to have a natural birth without
pain meds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time I asked for the anesthesiologist,
he wasn’t available. Which always seems to be the case for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This meant I had to
wait for him to finish with the other patient (s), while my contractions were
becoming closer and more intense. After putting in a request for the anesthesiologist
the nurse came back and wanted to check and see how far along I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By this point I was groaning through each
contraction and shedding some tears here and there, while Nick was massaging my
lower back. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The thought of me simply
lying on my back while she checked was not going to happen. I probably gave her the dirtiest look and thought to myself "are you out of your mind!” when she asked. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I replied <em>very</em> firmly “No,
when I get my epidural you can check, until then you'll have to wait.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She wasn’t too pleased with that answer, but there was no way she was
going anywhere near my cervix. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally
at 3:00 relief came and I was able to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">relax</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> For me with</span> the epidurals both times have been
completely different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time, my
lower back and my belly were completely numb, my legs and vaginal area were
kind of numb too. I was still able to move both of my legs and had feeling in
my vaginal area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the epidural
kicked in, the nurse drained my bladder and then checked my cervix at 3:30,
which I was sure I had dilated quite a bit, but to my amazement I was a big 4!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(To truly understand my "lack of patience" you should
read </span><a href="http://nickandashli.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-pregnancy.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ryder's Birth</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">) I. Was. Shocked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> To put this into perspective; a</span>t 8 a.m. I was dilated to a 2-3, had my water
broken at noon and was 3 cm, and at 3:30 I was at 4.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was completely unexpected, I was sure
that my cervix was further than that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyone who says that there subsequent labors
goes by faster than their first, lied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At
least it wasn’t the case for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
labor was taking a lot longer than I had anticipated, and I knew that it would be
hours, if longer, before I was going to have my baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I decided to relax and sleep and let Avree
come when she was good and ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At
4:30 I started feeling the urge to push and thought to myself it was
nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it happened again and again, and I
told Nick and my mom “I’m feeling the urge to push, like I need to poop.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told my nurse that I felt like I had to poop and was feeling
pressure down there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked at me
like I was out of my mind, and I didn’t blame her for not having the urgency to
check.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lets be honest, it has taken
14 hours for me to dilate from 1 cm to 4. I wasn’t even sure why I was
feeling the urge to push, but knew I needed to be checked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At 4:45 I was a 10!! She said Avree's head was right there and was immediatley on the phone calling my doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so excited and in
disbelief that my body was <em>finally </em>ready to have her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t believe that it took an hour and
fifteen minutes for me to dilate 6 centimeters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The nurses were getting everything ready for when my doctor arrived and
by 5:13 I started pushing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Four pushes
later at 5:20 p.m. she was out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t
mean to brag but I can push my babies out, that’s the one thing I know that happens quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sweet girl was 8.4
oz and 20.5 inches long, she was beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Holding her for the first time was incredible, looking into her eyes,
hearing her sweet little cries, nothing is better than that moment. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Avree is a gem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are so in love with our little girl and Ryder
loves her so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has adjusted
amazingly well to being a big brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> He </span>
loves to kiss and hold her as long as she doesn’t cry, and lays next to her
while she sleeps or plays on her mat, and Avree loves to be held and cuddled
and sleep on her belly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sleeps 3 to
4 hours through the night, and wakes every 3 hours to eat. Like clockwork, she's so predictable. Its crazy how
completely different my pregnancies, labor, and babies are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is the absolute perfect addition to our family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here's a few pictures, enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-88367160328337810622012-05-14T19:14:00.002-07:002012-05-14T19:14:28.942-07:00Eviction NoticeYou read that right. I officially have 9 days left until I get to meet my sweet little girl. We are down to single digits baby. I am literally counting down the days until her arrival. My due date is May 23, but I am hoping she takes after her big brother and comes <i>at least</i> a day early. At this point I am all kinds of uncomfortable and sleep just evades me. Today I had my last doctors appt. and for the last 2 weeks there hasn't been much change. I am still only dilated to a 1 and my cervix is 50% effaced. My doctor doesn't think I will be going into labor any time soon. (My doctor who delivered Ryder didn't think I would either and we scheduled an induction for Nov 7, my due date was Nov. 6 and he came Nov 5.) I told her that I pretty much go into labor over night, at least I did with Ryder. Fingers crossed. Either way if my daughter decides she's too comfortable in there by May 23, I am giving her the boot! At least this way we know we will be holding our sweet little girl by May 24!!!The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-78966129250852276012012-05-08T20:34:00.000-07:002012-05-08T20:34:33.714-07:0018 MonthsThis post is mainly for me. I want to start jotting down things Ryder is doing on his "mile stones". Since my little man is 18 months, that means he's just 6 months away from being 2 and an official toddler. He is still a VERY happy, smiley, laid back boy. <br />
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Things Ryder is into these days:<br />
cars<br />
playing with water/swimming<br />
taking baths<br />
playing fetch with our doggies<br />
rocks and throwing them too<br />
chasing our kitty around<br />
loves to be outside and exploring <i>everything</i><br />
reading books<br />
taking all of his toys out<br />
helping his mommy with things around the house, in fact he really seems to enjoy doing the laundry, dishes, and sweeping and vacuuming<br />
and helping his daddy fix things and using his daddy's tools<br />
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Ryder is also talking so much!! He knows all sorts of animal sounds, can point out animals in books, sings the alphabet (mostly sounds it out), he can count to 10, (again mostly he is just making the sounds from the numbers), he likes to play with puzzles, and loves to dance, especially bob is head when he hears rap or r&b.<br />
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Words Ryder says:<br />
mom, momma<br />
dad, dadda<br />
grandma<br />
doggie<br />
kitty<br />
out<br />
no<br />
bye<br />
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moon<br />
airplane<br />
all done<br />
hot<br />
cold<br />
please<br />
mine<br />
water<br />
snack<br />
book<br />
car<br />
night, night<br />
shoes<br />
mickey<br />
nose<br />
eyes<br />
nana for banana<br />
"no more monkeys jumping on the bed" and he points and shakes his hand<br />
where is it<br />
Jesus<br />
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</div>The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-8575637199542878702012-05-07T00:22:00.002-07:002012-05-07T12:56:56.595-07:00Catch-up<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Worst. Blogger. Ever. I know, I suck. Seems like my life has been in the fast lane and I haven't had the time to sit down and blog about everything that has gone on.. might as well as start somewhere, SO</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First off we moved to Phoenix last September. It was really hard at first to adjust and took a while to really give it a chance and make new friends. It's not Vegas, where I have all my friends that I grew up with and they have babies Ryder's age or having my family right around the corner, but at least it's only a 5 hour drive, a phone call away, and facebook makes it so easy and convenient to keep in touch with everyone. And now I have friends and people I have grown close with and Ryder has his little friends he plays with so I can't complain. Not to mention I stay home with my baby, while Nick works so hard to provide for our family. I'm pretty happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We spent our first Thanksgiving on our own! No family, just us and a few close friends. I baked the turkey for the first time ever and it was delicious. It stayed moist and wasn't all dried out and the rest of everything else wasn't too bad either! I'm getting excited thinking about this Thanksgiving. Christmas was also spent out here and my mom came out for a week to be with us. I love when she comes to visit and so does Ryder, he gets so excited when he sees her. We are just so grateful she gets to make it out here often. It's been hard not having any family out here, but it's even harder for me not having my mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Onto more recent news, my</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> little man is 18 months!!! </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Say what?! He is such a big little boy, talking so much, he's tough, loves playing in the water, although he has been a little weary about the splash pads lately, and eats EVERYTHING you put in front of him. I just can't believe how he has turned into such a little toddler! I still remember going into labor with him and his newborn stage, I cherish those moments so much and can't believe how fast time has gone by. These are the times I am most grateful I have been able to stay home with him because time just flies by. Ryder is also officially in nursery and enjoys it so much as long as Nick and I are in the room. When we first started taking him (back when he was 17 months), we were able to leave and he was fine, but then we kept him in primary with us {we were called to teach the CTR 5s and LOVE our kids}. Ryder loved singing time and would go and sit with the sunbeams. Big mistake. Not being consistent every Sunday resulted in him not being able to stay in nursery without us. So the next few Sundays I will be staying for the first hour of nursery while Nick is in primary, and then we switch and I teach our class and he stays in nursery. It's been going well the last couple Sundays, I hope it sticks and he can get dropped off so Nick and I can both be with our primary class.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last but certainly not least, for those of you who dont know, Ryder is </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">going to be a BIG brother. We are expecting our second child in just a couple of weeks! We are adding a sweet baby GIRL to our family! We are so excited for her arrival, we cannot wait to hold and see her beautiful face. My babies will be 18 1/2 months apart, just what Nick wanted, I would have liked them to be exactly 2 years apart, but someone up there had different plans. So pretty much by the end of this month I will have 1 son and 1 daughter, I will be 23 and a mother of 2!! It still feels almost unreal. We will officially be a family of 6, if you count our two doggie boys :) I can't believe my family is getting bigger and that we have been blessed with one of each. Ryder is still the happiest and sweetest thing on this earth, with a smile that will melt any ones heart away. And soon our sweet girl will be here, who I have no doubt will be just as sweet and kind as her brother, but a tad bit more sassy ;) </span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Happy half birthday to my sweet little man. I cannot believe he is 6 months old,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"> time truly does go by WAY TOO FAST!</span> Ryder is such a joy in our lives, he is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">THE HAPPIEST</span> baby on Earth, I kid you not. He goes to sleep smiling, wakes up smiling, poops in his diaper and still he smiles. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"> We are SO BLESSED</span>. I am just so obsessed with him and every little thing he does, especially when he learns something new. He is just the best baby ever. Ryder has learned many new things these past 3 months, it is so exciting to see his personality come out more and more each week. He now</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-sits up all by himself</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-rolls over both ways (he learned how to flip from his back to his belly first and then belly to back came <i>really</i> fast)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-eats solids and likes his veggies more than fruits</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-bounces like crazy in his entertainer</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-loves to watch supercross with his daddy</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-screams and laughs SO loud <i>all the time</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>-</i>puts his toes in his mouth</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-sleeps through the night <i>sometimes</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>-</i>takes two 2 hour naps and one 1 hour nap a day</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-plays with his toys and loves my water bottle, the remote and cell phones</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-loves being in the pool</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-ABSOLUTELY LOVES TO BE OUTSIDE if he is ever cranky or upset, we just walk outside and he is happy</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">-loves to be pushed around in his stroller</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">and the best part is... he is trying to CRAWL!!! He is just too adorable!</div><div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGPeCRUGbMXEHuqaM5l4xdZa77y_dENqQLRqntG3lhjyv872OrFu-2gOzEb8ybTNuBlSnssQkeX351fY1SujIFexFSBYtzlvDn7EctuiirZ6o6sLjJ9EgjqhAY-jrsLbBzpggiTl5mJo/s1600/IMG_1353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-56391135361768337592011-04-26T21:49:00.000-07:002011-04-26T21:49:40.172-07:00Liquid Gold.Did you know that breast milk stored in a separate deep freezer can be saved for 6 months. That being said, I pumped and saved any extra milk Ryder didn't drink thinking I would be able to use it if I were to ever leave him or was sick. First off I haven't left him and second what was I thinking he doesn't use/like bottles and lastly milk stored in a freezer that gets opened frequently is only good for 3 months. So all of that pumping was kind of a waste of time. I ended up throwing away over 80 oz. Next time I think I should just sell it or donate it, after all breast milk is so much better than formula, someone will want it right?The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-82372237408963880512011-04-12T18:05:00.000-07:002011-04-12T18:05:50.499-07:00My Heart Melts.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Literally.<i style="color: #9fc5e8;"> </i>Every time my baby boy smiles, I melt.<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">His smile is to die for. </span></i> He is the happiest baby on earth. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">I can't even explain what his smile does to me.</span> He just makes me so happy and fills my heart with so much joy. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"> I am the luckiest mommy in the world to have him.</span></i> The only time he ever cries is if he is past his nap time, other than that he is so, so happy. I'll show you what I mean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">An Ode to My Father, From Your Daughter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">By the hands of God</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">With his grace, he lifted you up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And took you from this space</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You had been put to the test</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">With trials and all</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">What a fight you fought</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Through it all</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Loyal Servant of God</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Never gave up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Always stood for what was right</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You fought the good fight</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You made the covenants </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">To prove faithful</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All of the blessings</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Which you had recieved</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">This last blessing, oh the relief</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We were all so pleased</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Loyal servant of God</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Oh how proud he would be</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">To see me now</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The strength you have given me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">To carry on</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">While you're gone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Until I see you again</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Loyal servant of God</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My father he be </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So Spiritual and free</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He may lay at rest</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And hope for the best</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">That I may follow in his steps</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">With courage, strength, and knowledge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">To be the Daughter of God </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He expects me to be</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">As a loyal servant of God</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My father you will always be</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;">The covenants you kept faithfully</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Waiting for me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I'll keep the promises I made</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;">That our covenants may have permanency</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For families are for Eternity</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I LOVE YOU DAD</span></div>The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-57656794971355075102011-03-02T08:46:00.000-08:002011-03-02T08:46:16.035-08:00My First Pregnancy<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Being pregnant with Ryder was the most amazing experience ever. I truly loved every moment of it. I'm going to be one of those women who love being pregnant, everything seemed so easy. I was so blessed to have a smooth and safe pregnancy and delivery. So I figured I would write about the the day I had Ryder (lucky for me I kept a journal and Nick writing down every time the nurse and doctor came and did something). To really get the whole aspect of how quickly I went into labor, I had a doctors appt. Wed. Nov. 3rd, and the doctor said I was barely dilated to a 1 and about 35% effaced (which means my cervix was thinned out a third of the way). So we talked about being induced on Sunday night because my doctor really didn't expect me to go into labor on my due date which was Nov. 6th. <br />
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</div><div>I started having contractions Fri. Nov. 5th around 2 a.m. which was lower back pain, it wasn't horrible so I tried sleeping it off, changing positions, sitting up, everything, but the contractions started getting worse and worse and by 7 a.m. I decided to time these contractions. By 8 a.m. I was timing them at every 5 to 7 minutes, and thought, I'm doing something wrong because these seem awfully close and I couldn't possibly be in labor considering my cervix wasn't very far along on Wed. So I called my doctors office and told them how far apart I was timing my contractions and they told me I could come in at 10:30. I tried not to get my hopes up, but I couldn't help but hope to have my baby that day. We brought our hospital bag, and everything else, <i>just in case we were lucky</i>. We get there and go back into a room and the doctor comes in and asks me how I'm feeling and the look on my face says it all, those contractions kept getting more intense, it was like I didn't have anytime to breath. The doctor checked me and told me I was still only dilated to a 1, BUT that I was 85% effaced, and he couldn't believe how much had changed in only 2 days! He wanted to time my contractions <i>to see exactly how</i> I was progressing, so he hooked me up to a monitor and left us there for about 20 minutes and came back and told us that the contractions were about every 3 minutes and that I was in the early stages of labor,<i> I was ecstatic to say the least</i>, BUT there was one slight issue, the hospital won't admit anyone who isn't dilated to a 3, so my doctor told me he was going to have to stretch my cervix out.<i> Say what, come again?</i> I was already having contractions that were 3 minutes apart and now you want me to lie flat on my back while you stretch my cervix out. Lets just say that was probably one of the worst pains I have had my entire life, So much more painful than the contractions. When he was done, he had called Summerlin and Valley Hospital to get us into a delivery room, but they were all booked until 2 p.m. It was only 12:30 p.m. and we decided to go get some food and keep ourselves busy until then.<br />
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We arrived at the hospital and had to wait a little longer because the room wasn't available just yet. There I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, having Nick rub a tennis ball and massage my lower back during my contractions until we were finally able to get admitted at 2:30 p.m. Now heres where everything just speeds up from there. I get ready, they hook an IV up into my arm, which hurt SO bad (I HATE needles) and monitor my contractions, as well as Ryder's heart. At 3:00 the nurse hooks me up to some pitocin to make my contractions more regular. At 4:00 I was dilated to a 4 and the doctor came in and broke my water, all this without an epidural. But after that things just started becoming much more intense and closer together I felt like I wasnt able to get a break and focus on my breathing, so I finally opted for an epidural, which I originally didn't want, but with how fast and intense my contractions were, I really didn't care even despite the fact that I hate needles and heard some pretty bad reactions of the ep. So the anesthesiologist finally came in at 6 p.m. and hooked everything up. After about 15 minutes the contractions didn't hurt as bad, even though I was still able to feel them on my right side, I was comfortable and able to relax, <i>it was heaven. </i>For anyone who has any fears of it hurting, I didn't feel a thing when they numb you, or even when they put the 6 inch needle into your spine, but thats probably because my contractions hurt so much worse and I was focusing on breathing, getting through each one, and not moving so the anesthesiologist could get the needle in the right spot. After the epidural the nurse came and checked me, at 6:30 I was dilated to an 8 and by 7:30 I was dilated to a 10. Then it was a matter of waiting for my doctor to arrive because I wasnt going to let anyone deliver my baby but him. After 3 pushes and 4 minutes later Ryder was born at 8:09 p.m. on November 5. It was such an amazing experience giving birth, and seeing him for the first time. To finally hold him after carrying him for 40 weeks, was just incredible. The fact that Nick and I had a hand in creating him and bringing him into this world, words just can't describe how that feels. I fell in love with him from the moment I laid eyes on him, and I keep falling more in love with him with each passing day. There is no greater feeling in the world than being a mother, and I am so grateful that I get to be <i>his</i> mother.</div><div><br />
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</div>The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-88233668925980720592011-02-05T07:47:00.000-08:002011-02-05T07:47:24.145-08:003 months<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I can't believe it has been 3 whole months since Ryder was born! I mean he is</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> 3</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> MONTHS OLD</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, where does the time go? Please stop passing by</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">so</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"> quickly</span>!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"> Ryder is such a</span><i style="color: #2a2a2a;"> sweet </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">and</span><i style="color: #2a2a2a;"> happy</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"> little baby, he is</span><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">always</span> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">smiling! I am so blessed and grateful to have such a sweet boy. I love my little man, I can't believe how I was ever able to live without him before. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I grow more and more </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">in love</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> with him each day.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"> Life just isn't the same, it's </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">SO</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"> much better! So Ryder at 3 months is</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-still sleeping in his cradle in mommy and daddys room </span>(the <i>thought</i> of him <i>sleeping in another room</i> gives me <i>anxiety</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">)</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-sleeps through the night (has been since 8 weeks old)</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-talks like crazy</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-holds his head when he's sitting up (he's still a little wobbly)</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-still</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> </span><i>hates</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"> being on his tummy (always has)</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-smiles like crazy</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">-loves watching <i>baby einsteins</i> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-loves taking baths </span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-kicks his legs like he's about ready to run</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">loves</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">being read to (I'm<i> not</i> sure if he loves it so much as <i>I do</i>)</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-rolls onto his side when he's on his back</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-doesn't take a pacifier and spits them out (has since he was born)</span><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-loves his doggies</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;">So thats about what Ryder is up to these days, he lets me get a good nights rest, 8 <i>full uninterrupted</i> hours</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">(be jealous)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> a night and makes me smile</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> every single day</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">, <i>all </i>day long. And even though it is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">completely</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">sad</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> to me that he is getting bigger, I love being able to see him grow and learn new things.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He is one <i>very happy</i> baby<i>.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fell asleep in daddys arms.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying his little bath.</td></tr>
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</span></span>The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151437311923364034.post-26381484643857358722011-01-22T13:02:00.000-08:002011-01-22T13:02:37.767-08:00it's lifeI have been married for a little over a month now. Being married is great, I LOVE<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> </span></span>calling Nick my husband and I LOVE that we are a family. But things didn't go exactly the way I had planned. Before I was even engaged I got my wedding dress. When Nick and I did get engaged on February 13, six days later Nick was in motorcycle accident (I won't go into details) 2 surgeries and a week later he was released. A week after Nick was out of the hospital we found out we were having a baby. We were so, SO excited, and I was a little shocked. I mean just 2 weeks ago Nick was in a accident, not to mention he had a broken leg and now we're expecting?! We were still so happy and couldn't wait to have our baby. I was supposed to be planning and preparing for a wedding, not something I was very interested in doing because I was pregnant! What's more exciting than feeling your baby move, doctors appointments, and ultrasounds? After months of procrastination, at 9 months pregnant I had only six weeks to prepare for our wedding, not to mention [I was NOT going to fit into my dress]. Our son was born just five weeks before our wedding, and things were finally starting to fall into place. Thanks to our wonderful family, we had an amazing day. So even though it didn't go the way I had envisioned or the way it was supposed to, (baby before being married) I wouldn't change it for the world. It's OUR LIFE and we love it just the way it is.The Hamiltonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074934154101471307noreply@blogger.com0