tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57394372187665753932024-03-21T21:08:47.997-07:00 Our Crazy Beautiful LifeJesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-9213941547739674912017-09-29T11:22:00.000-07:002017-09-29T11:22:24.107-07:008 Is GreatHe is 8... I cant believe it. It seems like just the other day he made us parents. He has grown into such a fun, smart, incredibly thoughtful, supper witty and a little bit sarcastic young man. We are so proud of him. he is growing and changing right before our eyes and I feel like every time I blink, he has learned something new and is excited to show it off.<br />
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He loves being a hockey player, a digger of dirt, a Samish drumer, a teacher to his younger brothers, a love bug to his mama and his dads right hand man. He loves animals and when he retires from the NHL someday, he wants to be a teacher because he says that there needs to be more guy teachers (I think his school only has 1). Blake notices things, hes the observer that doesn't say anything and that you don't know is listening until he says something about it days later, and he has an opinion about everything!!<br />
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Ahhh... he is 8, in second grade, and I cant believe we have survived these last 8 year. I am better because of him, a better person all around. We love him with all our hearts and cant wait to see him fly... the sky is the limit for this young man, and we have no doubt that he will achieve all his dreams.<br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLAKE!!<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-17386865234880386382017-09-20T14:31:00.001-07:002017-09-20T14:35:18.870-07:00The Boy Can RideIt was just a normal day last week, and by normal, I mean we were all running around outside getting chores done. Josh and I were mowing the lawn (he rides on my lap while I drive, and I wouldn't do it if it wasn't safe)... but that's not what this story is about. <br />
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I'm mowing, and then all of a sudden, Luke comes riding past me on Blake's bike... the bike WITHOUT training wheels!!!! It took me a second to realize what he was doing and then it clicked! I looked back and Blake is running behind him and clapping, yelling, and jumping up and down. Blake taught Luke how to ride without training wheels. It was such a proud moment for both of them to share together and I couldn't help but smile. They kept jumping up and down, hugging and hi-fiveing. It was the cutest and sweetest thing I have ever seen between them.<br />
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These two have moments when they want to kill each other and times where I physically have to pull them apart. Fists fly, feet kick, words are yelled... its usually a daily occurrence, so when something like this happens, where they work together and share in each others successes, rather then compete, it fills my heart with such joy. These boys... They are turning my hair grey and filling my heart at the same time. <br />
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We are so proud of you Luke!! And thank you to Grandpa Monty and Grandma Tammy for the kickstands!!<br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-85629370629025075802017-09-08T11:11:00.001-07:002017-09-08T11:11:21.316-07:00Summer Adventure 2017This summer... I tell you, it was sure one to remember. Before I started writing this, I was having a hard time remembering if we did much that was "blog worthy" but after looking through all the pictures, you bet you butt it was! We had some amazing things happen this summer and it is definitely one that we wont forget!!<br />
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This summer, Josh was 1 1/2 which was easier, but also harder. He is Into absolutely everything... the things you think that he couldn't destroy, he will and nothing is safe with this little tornado around! We introduced him into eating raspberries off the vine this year. Side note- Every year I fight the kids to make sure that I can pick enough for jam because they usually beat me to it. This year, josh joined in, and if we were outside, and I happened to lose sight of him for a second, thats where he was... sitting in the middle of the rows, picking and eating, with his hands stained red. :)<br />
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We also lost a very important member of our family, Kyles grandma passed away this year and it has been really hard on the entire family. She was such a wonderful woman and had treated me like her own grand daughter ever since I first met her when I was in high school. Our family is strong, thanks mostly to her, and I know we will all stop hurting so much, but the ache in our hearts is something that im not sure will ever go away, but she leaves behind memories that also fill our hearts, so we are just learning how to live this life without her, but also live our lives in a way that honors her.<br />
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I finally have a SISTER (in-law) lol and the boys have their first official aunt!! Tyler and Liz got married this year and it was a day filled with love, devotion, laughs and dancing! We all had an amazing day, and Luke still says it was the best day of his life because he got to stay up all night dancing!! HAHA We were all in the wedding, and that just goes to show how close this family is... were all up in each others business... see what you married into Liz?!?!<br />
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It was HOT this summer... I mean, its still hot!! We had sprinklers, kiddie pools, water balloons, super soakers, and little naked babies running around all summer! We didnt go to any fancy pools or resorts, but we did play, and hard... my kids feet are still black from all the running around barefoot, and I love it!!<br />
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We snuck away for a week...just Kyle and I ... and let me tell you, this took months of planning. Monty, Tammy, Tyler, Liz and Ryan all tag teamed our 3 rowdy kiddos and dog while we were gone and we are so lucky! They hardly missed us, because they took them all camping and swimming! its easy to leave when you know they are in good hands.<br />
We snuck off to Colorado to celebrate 10 years of wedded bliss!! haha, and it was an experience that we will never forget. We stayed just outside on Vail, deep into the Rockies in a tent... not just any tent, here's the <a href="http://www.collectiveretreats.com/">Link</a> to Collective Retreats. Ill have to go into more depth later, but it was perfect! we forgot what it was like to spend time like that with just each other, and with how busy we are raising these 3 kiddos, we kind of realized how important getting away was... maybe not always for a whole week every time, but their might be some weekend get aways in our future!<br />
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School started... Blake is in Second grade, I feel like he was just born, I remember every bit of it, and its hard to believe that hes about to be 8... ugh, I have to fight back the tears. Luke... my little Lukie is going into kindergarten. He is so excited and his eyes are full of wonder and his heart is excited. Kindergarten is such a special year, they grow so much, and with Blake it was hard for me to let Kindergarten go, because after this year, they are considered the big kids... oh, hold still, my heart cant take this! Thank goodness for Josh... I have few more years until hes in kindergarten, but nevertheless, its a milestone that shapes these boys, and we have the most amazing teacher that makes everlasting imprints on their hearts. This is going to be a crazy year, full of challenges, growth and achievements! <br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-16523614755976634172017-05-02T19:33:00.001-07:002017-05-02T19:33:55.901-07:00My Bad Mom MomentsWell, HELLO!! I seriously miss this blogging thing, so I now am committing to myself that I will be making more time for this. I LOVE TO BLOG and Josh takes good naps, and my household is starting to find rhythm amongst the ciaos, so its time to get this show on the road!!<br />
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I have been thinking a lot lately about how there isn't an actual manual for parenting, and how we all parent different, and thats OK!! We are all raising different little humans and they all need different types of love and care, and after deciding that I am okay with NOT trying to be "perfect" I finally come to the realization that I am a bad mom, but in the best way. I used to spend all my time making sure that the kids were reading enough hours a night, that whatever was on their tablets was educational, and making sure that their meals were balanced... which I still believe that I (we) should be doing, but I am no longer beating myself up over grilled cheese 4 times a week or using the TV to entertain my children to get things done... don't lie, we have all done it!<br />
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I'm a bad mom because my 16 month old knows how to find YouTube on my phone and he also knows how to skip the adds.<br />
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I'm a bad mom because I told my son that it was pizza day at school because I didn't want to make his lunch, but he never complained that he was served Teriyaki dippers... and what the hell are teriyaki dippers? He didn't say anything and I didn't ask!<br />
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I'm a bad mom because I do a secret happy dance when someones practice or game gets canceled! (2 kids are in 3 different sports and we do that 5-6 times a week)<br />
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I try and meal prep, and I really do eat the meal prep food... because you know that i've been working on losing 30 lbs for like 3 years, but then I will eat a bag of chips and watch Grey's Anatomy during nap time! Sorry, but not so sorry...<br />
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I'm a bad mom because I have thrown away birthday invites that come home from school before Blake or Luke have seen them. <br />
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I'm a bad mom because I have made my kids grilled cheese for breakfast before... many times.<br />
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do fruit rollups count as a fruit serving?<br />
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Oh, I'm a really bad mom because Blake was complaining of headaches and I told him to just drink more water.. this went on for a few months, he fell behind in reading, and come to find out...he needed glasses (parenting fail)<br />
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I'm a bad mom because Josh was throwing a fit that he wanted my glass of water, so I finally just gave it to him knowing very well that it was going to end up all down the front of himself... and then when it did, he screamed, and I laughed!<br />
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I know that I have my "bad mom" moments... we all do things that aren't perfect to get through the day, but that doesn't mean that we don't love our kids to pieces. No one can be perfect all the time, and there is so much fun in the imperfections. I'm one lucky lady to have a rad group of chicas around to validate my bad mom moments with... or that show up with coffee at 9am just because sometimes moms need that to get through the day. With all this mom shaming I see on social media, it makes me realize that I need to do more to help my mama friends, because without them, I would be up shit creek! And if you see a mama bear that looks like she needs some help, don't ask, just do it, because a lot of the time, we are all too proud to accept. (but you already knew that) ;)<br />
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Oh, and one more bad mom moment... I just remembered that one time, I took the kids to the YMCA and dropped them off at the child watch so I could workout... but I didn't work out... I went upstairs, found a quiet corner and played candy crush.... for a whole 45 minutes HAHAHA<br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-2494231950797082602016-12-16T22:00:00.000-08:002016-12-16T22:00:36.654-08:00Josh is 1!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Can you believe it? Josh turned 1 on December 9th and I cant believe how fast the time has gone. It seems like only yesterday that I was trying to figure out how this was all going to work, how I was going to juggle 3 boys, and how I was going to satisfy everyone's needs, and i'm please to say, somehow it has all worked out.<br />
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Josh is fun and giggly, rough and tumbly, loud and proud, sugar and spice, and most things nice :) He is into absolutely everything from drawers to bathtubs, and dishwashers, and opening doors and climbing onto counters. He is everywhere and the only kiddo that we have needed to purchase baby gates for, its a darn miracle that he is still alive. I mean, I'm pretty sure he thinks that he can fly. You know those pictures that you see of someones kid sitting on top of the refrigerator and you think - how the heck does that happen- well, I can honestly say that I can see that picture in my album someday... this one is everywhere!!<br />
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Josh loves food, all types! he eats chicken, fish, beef, loves asparagus and cauliflower, and gets super excited when he sees apples or cheese... you even say the word cheese and he runs to the refrigerator haha. He is eating crackers and berries... pretty much everything. he even had some of my pizza the other night, it makes life a lot easier when he can just eat off your plate :)<br />
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So, there is this song... Wheels on the bus... You've probably herd of it lol... well, Josh is OBSESSED with it. he can be screaming bloody murder and you start singing that, and he just stops. We made the mistake once of looking the song up on YouTube and he saw this video of the song, and he remembers... he knows that it lives inside our phones and he will run around making the "round and round" hand motions and take our phones wondering where it is in there... haha we have created a monster!! Yes, I know that he is not supposed to have screen time... I don't need any nasty-grams!!<br />
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Josh loves to go outside and feel the grass :) He loves to be in either my backpack or ergo and go on little hikes and he loves playing with his brothers... Luke and him could play for hours, but Blake has enough of him after a bit and retreats to the garage to do big boy things haha. He babbles Momma and Daddy, waves bye and claps. He runs everywhere, I don't think he ever walked. He has had one overnight visit with Grandma Tammy and Grandpa Monty... hopefully another one in our future (winkwink)<br />
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He weighs in at a hefty and healthy 24lbs and is 33.2in long... only one of our kids to ever be in the 98% lol were working on 24M clothing!<br />
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This year has been amazing. When you find out that you are having a baby when you thought you were finished having children, it gives you a very unique opportunity to do things that you thought you may have missed out on or you didnt get an chance to do with your other children. I had a natural birth, breastfed, co-slept, and wore this baby in my ergo for the first year. With every child you learn more about yourself and you adapt. Josh has softened us all. In a house with all boys, it can get pretty loud sometimes, but my older boys have learned how to calm down and be more gentle, and we all were reminded that we needed to use softer voices. We have had a great year... Josh is absolutely amazing, and I cannot wait to see what the next year brings!<br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-11160954614828726202016-11-03T22:26:00.002-07:002016-11-03T22:26:29.686-07:00Fall 2016It has been a really REALLY long time since I have written in my blog. But, let me tell you, we have been busy! Most days, the last thing I want to do at the end of a day is open up my computer, even though I am thinking to myself "I really want to write about that" Its just the season of life that we are in right now... we are always go go go, and just when I feel like I am -getting the hang of it- I am instantly humbled. Don't get me wrong, I do believe that I am rocking this<i> </i>stay at home mom of 3 kids thing, but there isn't room for much else.<br />
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Lucas has been our little soccer star; he LOVED outdoor soccer this year and he did so well. I mean, whats better then kicking around a soccer ball in the mud...and rain..and wind... but he loved it, and we had so much fun watching him. He is sure at a fun age. He asks me if we can go to the park so that he can "make more friends" haha he loves school and is friends with everyone. This little guy still likes to dig in the dirt, go hiking, takes care of chickens and he loves being a big brother. He is such a fun boy!<br />
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Blake is our little hockey stud. WOW, I mean, just wow... he has kicked it into high gear. I cant believe how good he is getting. It is so fun to see, and hes one of the youngest on the team but he is even scoring goals, and I'm one proud mama!! He is doing great in school, and we just recently found out that he needed glasses. We took him in after realizing that he was holding books and tablets really close to his face... and yep, the kid needed reading glasses! I wish we would have realized sooner, but its likely that he will always need them, not for sports and everyday stuff thank goodness, but hes going to want them for reading :) and he looks adorable in them! <br />
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Josh... oh my gosh, where do I begin. This super smiley, happy kid has been giving me a run for my money. He pretty much skipped the whole baby food phase, and went straight to solids. he is eating shredded chicken, fish, all veggies and fruits, anything off my plate that is appropriate and drinks from a sippy cup. He is 10 months old and is walking... I mean, RUNNING! He likes to get in the dishwasher, play in toilets, pull clothes out of drawers, bang pots and pans together, climbs up everything, dumps out the dog bowls, and he really likes to find cords and chew on them... just when I think that we are completely "baby proofed" he finds something new to get into... Lord help me! It is a miracle that he is still alive lol. I cant believe that his 1st birthday is coming up... can you believe that? I'm in shock that its already time to plan his party. When your in the moment, sometimes the hard parts feel like it takes so long to get through them, but now, I think, where did the time go? Slow down my sweet little babe! <br />
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Next year is a big one... we have a Disneyland trip planned, then Tyler and Liz are getting married!!! I cant wait, I love weddings!! Kyle and I also celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary next year too, and are in the process of planning a trip :) I am so excited for 2017! <br />
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Hopefully, it wont be 7 months before I write again!!Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-51999687296329781942016-03-22T22:58:00.000-07:002016-03-22T22:58:02.710-07:00Up-Date!! Its sure been a while since I have been on here, but I have honestly not had the time. There are many times in a day where the kids say something funny or we have a big event and I think to myself "I need to blog about that" and it just doesn't happen. I'm tired, but all for good reason, but I'm still tired. I'm not trying to complain because I know how truly blessed I am. Joshua is an amazing baby who sleeps well, smiles all the time and is a great eater... what more could I ask for? Between the sports (now 5 days a week) and school, and daily chores, birthdays, holidays and oh yeah, I've been working out 4-5 days a week, there just isn't time for much else right now. If I'm lucky enough to get a lull in events, it is usually used to prep and organize for what's coming up next... but we are enjoying it, and I'm so very very thankful to have such a well behaved and easy going little one :)<br />
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I'm starting to think about my garden again... wondering how {grand} its going to be this year. I always take a lot of pride in my garden and the bounty that it provides for our family, but I think that its just going to be basic this year. I don't think that I am going to try anything new, just stick to what I know works well, but I am anxious to get that started. <br />
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Healthy eating has been a top priority and so has being active. With all the nasty sickness that has gone through our house, I will admit that we have been watching more tv and playing more games on our tablets then I would like. The weather has been nicer (not this week) but last week was nice, and we have been playing outside a lot more, and I strap Josh in my Ergo and Luke and I walk to pick up Blake from school. Since we live about 1/2 a mile away, its a pretty quick walk :) I look forward to the nicer weather. I love the natural sunlight and I love how it makes me feel. Ahhhh sun... please come back!<br />
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There have been many sweet moments that I have witnessed with my boys. Blake and Luke tend to argue and pester each other, but when they are around josh, they love to talk to him in sweet and soft voices and they love to hold him. Especially Blake. He picks him up and will bring him to me... yes he is good at it, and he knows that he cant pick him up without asking me first. lol Its just really fulfilling to see their sweet side with him. <br />
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Im going to {try} to make time for more blog posts, but I am not going to lie, I think that they are going to be few and far between for a while, but I do know how important it is to me since this is essentially my memory bank...my dear diary...my place for reflection. <br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-75685412371487227432016-02-05T09:26:00.000-08:002016-02-05T09:26:26.593-08:00Dear Parents Of Sickly Children,At this point, I do not care who I offend, I do not care because I am tired, I am sick and tired, literally. My kids are sick again because of the stomach flu that Blake contracted at school, and brought home and has shared it with Luke. Those boys sure like to share everything! <br />
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So, I am a parent. I had my children knowing that either Kyle or myself would always be there to take care of them. When we chose to have children, we knew there would be sacrifice and hard times. We have had to make sacrifices with our jobs, our personal lives and sometimes with each other in order to fully be there for our kids. Which is how it should be... they rely on us... they need us... and we are always going to be here to make the best decisions for them. with that being said...<br />
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I have a little message for all of you who send your kids to school with the flu, croup, fever, bronchitis, streap throat, and so many other sicknesses...<br />
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What the HELL are you thinking. first of all, I do believe that schools should have stricter guidelines about what ailments should keep kids at home, but lets use some common sense people. If your kid has green snot running down his face, he probably shouldn't go to school... hello! If your kid is grabbing his stomach in pain and crapping his pants, he should probably stay home. Have you thought about the consequences of this? Obviously not... because if you had other small children, and lets just say, maybe an INFANT, you wouldn't want you child to bring home theses nasty bugs. Maybe you live with an elderly person, or someone with health issues, Im sure you would be upset of your child went to school everyday just so they could bring home something to share with everyone. <br />
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I'm just wondering if you have ever seen a 6 week old baby cough and sneeze, and have to have his nose sucked out every hour or have to sleep propped up in his parents arms because laying flat makes him gage. Have you seen a 6 year old boy sit on the toilet all day because he doesn't have control of his bowels, and puke in a bowl at the same time? Have you ever seen a 3 year old cry and puke, and shake with exhaustion? Maybe if you saw all three of these things going on at the same time, you would, because that's what my house looks like. I know that its hard for some parents to take time off work. to keep their kids home, but like I said, having kids is about making sacrifices. I've herd the argument "well, they need to be in school to learn" Let me ask you, how much do you think they are learning when their noses are so stuffed up, that its draining out their eyes, or they cough so much that they cant even hear the teacher. Your kids aren't learning anything if you send them to school sick, they are miserable, and just extending the sickness cycle. <br />
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I'm not naive, I know that kids get sick, I know that you sometimes don't know your kids are sick until its too late, but sending you child to school, knowing that he or she is sick is simply irresponsible and disappointing. And, let me just say, for the record, we do EVERYTHING possible in this house to stop the spread of germs and to stay healthy. My kids eat well balanced meals, wash their hands, they do not share drinks, but unfortunately, they do share a room. I bleach - Lysol - sanitize everything, but none of that matters when they go to school and play in petri dishes! This is the first year that both the older boys have been in school, so its hit us really hard this year. Kyle and I have only caught their nastiness a couple times, thank goodness. But my poor baby has been sick for the last 2 weeks. We have been to the Dr, and he is being monitored, but I am beyond exhausted. I haven't slept for more then an hour straight in weeks... if its not one kid, its another, and Kyle is up too because sometimes it takes more then just one of us, and then he is off to work at 4:30am. Im angry, exhausted, irritated, disappointed, and simply just over it... over it all.<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-3214480974566882332016-01-12T13:06:00.000-08:002016-01-12T13:07:03.673-08:00Josh Is 1 Month Old!!Its been one month since our precious little Joshua was born, and I still cant believe that I am a mama to 3 boys. I...have 3 boys, and its been wonderful. Still battling the colds and flus of the season, and so far, Josh and I have stayed healthy, but the rest of the family hasn't been so lucky. Is it spring yet???<br />
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I was at the grocery store with all three kids the other day and I had a nice older lady ohhing and awwwing over our littlest guy and then she realized that I had 3... and ohh my gosh, there all boys!! She looked at me all wide eyed and said " well, you have 3 kids, and their all boys... you've got your work cut out for you!!" I just smiled and said " They have an amazing dad, and boys are always good to their mothers, Im not worried" She smiled and walked on... HAHA<br />
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Adjusting to life with 3 has had its ups and downs... I have learned so much about myself and my kids this last month, and believe me, we have all adjusted much better then I expected. Blake and Luke absolutely LOVE their little brother... Blake cant wait to hold him and he knows how to carry him too... only when Mom or Dad are around though ;) and Luke loves to find any reason to give Josh a big kiss. I am adjusting to the serious lack of sleep, which has been the hardest part this last month, and this is the first time that I have exclusively breastfed one of my kids. I couldn't with <br />
Blake because he was in the hospital for 2 weeks and then we had to measure out his milk, so I pumped for 8 months with him. So, when we had Luke, my goal was to nurse him, but it hurt, and it was hard, and I was tired, so I just gave up after about a week. I ended up pumping with him until he was about 8 months too, and I had enough in the freezer to get me through his first birthday, so this time, I was really hoping that I was be able to cut out the pumping, and I did a lot of research before Josh was born, and this time around, everything has been great! He latches well, and eats a TON, but I produce a lot, so were staying in rhythm,YAY!!<br />
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I have always said, with each baby, that they are going to sleep in their own room, and were going to have a really strict feeding schedule... well I know its a little early for schedules, but he has not spent one night in his room, he usually sleeps with us, or in his bassinette, and I feed on demand... lifes too short right? HAHA Josh will usually sleep from around 9PM to 1AM and then he's up every 2 1/2 hours for feedings after that, but at least he is giving me a good first stretch, and I have learned to go to bed as soon as he does! We haven't had a problem with that!!<br />
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We love Josh so much, and he is a complete joy to have in our family. His big blue eyes are staying open longer and hes starting to really look around and follow noises. He's grabbing my hair and sweatshirt strings, so its now time for the exclusive ponytail, and he's growing! He weighs 10Lbs 4oz as of Friday and that was also the day of his circumcision... Lucky him...and is now grown out of the newborn clothing. It was sad to see those cute footie outfits go, there so small, and some of my favorite things. <br />
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We are so lucky, and even with the sickness that invades our home, we still manage to smile and find some joy between the dr visits, coughs, fevers, snotty noses, and irritable kiddos. We just keep reminding ourselves that they wont be little forever, so in some weird and twisted way, part of me enjoys them needing us so much right now, but I'm not going to lie... being cooped up with sick kids sure gives you cabin fever! I cant wait for healthy kids again so we can enjoy these cool and crisp days, but for now, its movies and popsicles... and Tylenol :)Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-82925084167098366502015-12-29T13:26:00.001-08:002015-12-29T13:26:06.339-08:00Joshua's StoryI was 40 weeks and 4 days and I thought I would never ever go into labor. I was overly anxious to meet our little guy and I was starting to over think labor and *trying* to remember the pain (just for the record, you should never do that), and I had done everything to naturally induce labor. I got to the point where I just threw my hands in the air and gave it up to nature... and a very skilled midwife :) On Wednesday, December 9th at 11:00 am, I had a dr. apt, and my normal ob was on vacation (perfect timing, right?) so I was under the watch of the midwife in the office, and I didn't think that it would have been a big deal because I didn't even think that I was going to be pregnant that long, but I just went with it, and it turned out to be just what I needed. anyways, I had my membranes stripped for the 4th time, and I was sent home... and around 4:00, I started to feel some contractions! I wasn't going to get my hopes up, but they started to go from 15 minutes to 10 minutes to 5, and then we made the call to Grandma Tammy to come get the boys.<br />
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It took us an hour to get from our house to Tacoma General in rush hour traffic, and it was the longest hour in my life since my contractions were every 2 min... we were both starting to worry that our baby was going to be born on the side of the HWY! We got to TG, and up to labor and delivery and I was dilated to a 5... but by the time they got me from the triage room to the birthing room, I was at a 7... oh Jesus!! Tammy and Ryan brought the kids up, Monty made it from work and my mom got there with about an hour to spare. My dad was in some crazy I5 traffic and made it just as our little guy was born. <br />
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The midwife kicked everyone out around 8:30 to check me, and I was at 9.5... but baby was stuck behind my pelvis since he kind of came down at an angle... so she asked me to push to see if I could get him past it, and there he came... 4 pushes, no epidural, and an amazing husband supporting me all the way! (ill give the epidural story later... the plan was to have one, but I did enjoy the Fentanyl ) my only request was that I wanted to do was reach down and pull him out, and after she got his head and shoulders out, I reached down and grabbed him under his arms and pulled him out of my body and to my chest... it was the absolutely the most magical thing I have ever experienced, and he was perfect. I held him on my chest as they cleaned him up, and we kissed him and spent about an hour with him before everyone else came to meet him. I had him nursing within 15 minutes and we have had complete success with nursing so far, so I am very thankful for that! My fill in midwife never left my side. She was very involved the entire time, and wasn't like a dr that just showed up at the end when its time to push. She was absolutely amazing and my experience was great... I don't know if I would ever choose a midwife over a obgyn because I like the whole "medical school" thing, but it worked out for me this time, and I'm glad to have had the experience :)<br />
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Kyle went and got the boys and they came in to see him... all I could do was cry. I was so proud of my family of 5... and they were so excited to meet him! Then the rest of our families came in and it was so much fun to see everyone's excitement over him. </div>
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We enjoyed the night with him... I barely slept... I just couldn't stop looking at him. I forgot what it felt like to fall in love with your baby after he's born... I forgot what newborns smelt like and how sweet their flakey wrinkly skin is... I forgot what it felt like to see your husband holding his son with so much pride. It was amazing to see and feel how much love multiplies with the birth of a child. We were able to go home on Thursday around 7pm, and we stopped at Monty and Tammy's house to grab the boys, and we went home with a full car load :) It was perfect, and my family is just as it should be :)<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-42504645855480318002015-12-07T14:12:00.002-08:002015-12-07T14:18:18.355-08:0040 Weeks And CountingWell, this is it... he is almost here, and we couldn't be more excited/anxious/prepared/giddy/ to meet him. It feels like I have been pregnant FOREVER, but I know its only been 9 months, and I feel really overdue. My Doc said that everything looked like it was ready before Thanksgiving and predicted a baby over the holiday (a week and a half early) well, that didn't happen... she jinxed me! Then she went on Vacation so I have been seeing other doctors in her practice. I completely feel like I am in good hands, but I just don't like jumping around and meeting new docs and then getting an up-close look at my anatomy at our first meeting, but its been okay, not ideal, but okay.<br />
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I have had my membrane separated 3 times now, and last Friday, at my last apt, I was dilated to a 3. We went home, and I started having some really intense contractions and I totally thought that it was time and that we were going to get to meet sweet babe! Went in to the hospital, the contractions started to become irregular, and they said that I could stay and walk for a few hours or go home and get some rest because I would have been more comfortable getting a good nights sleep, and they thought my contractions would figure themselves out. Well, we went home, and when I woke up in the morning, there was nothing. Maybe a light one every few hours but nothing to get excited about, and now, I haven't had one since Sunday morning. Believe me, I have done everything, and I am just tired of trying to "make" him come out at this point. He is just not ready, and who am I to evict him before his time, and its so disappointing when things don't work, so I am not going to do it anymore. I have an apt on Wednesday, and if he hasn't come out by then, we will schedule an induction date, but I really do not want that. I hated being induced with Blake, it was a horrible experience, so I hope he decides to make an entrance into this crazy world before then.<br />
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I've been walking a lot, on the treadmill and also in stores :) I swear, I have blown my budget for the next 6 months already by frequenting Target, Costco and Walmart WAY too often. But right now, there isn't a lot for me to do since I am physically unable and I also don't like to go too far from home. Especially if I don't have Kyle with me. We did go up to the mountains to let the kids play in the snow, and I went and got a pedicure the other day. Blake had hockey on Sunday and we went and watched the football game with Kyles family, so life is going on as usual, but I always have this sweet babes arrival in the back of my mind! The kids spent Friday and Saturday night with Monty and Tammy because I have been so uncomfortable and I am so glad that the boys have had some distraction lately to keep them happy, but I am still really trying to stay busy to keep the days from dragging out. I've purchased most of the Christmas gifts and as of today, they are all wrapped and under the tree. Laundry is done, beds are washed, were all packed, bathrooms are clean and I just scrubbed the floors today (for like that 10th time). I do still want to clean the carpets in the babies room and our room, but I don't really care one way or another if it gets done. So, were just waiting on our little guy. Realizing that I cannot do anything to speed up the process, I am just going to relax and be patient. Easier said then done most days, but I'm trying. I know that he will be here eventually :) But for now, I am still here... waiting... eating... getting bigger... more tired... and more excited every second! Come on sweet boy, we all cant wait to love on you!!!<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-17581367672462365732015-11-29T20:27:00.001-08:002015-11-29T20:27:18.134-08:00BlakeI will always remember this year as the year that Blake really came into his own. This year, his 6th year, is the year that I have really started to understand all the little parts and pieces that truly make him stand out. He has a certain way that he likes to brush his teeth (top first from left to right, then bottom for right to left) and if you try to tell him otherwise, you better be ready for a really long debate, and by the end, you will lose. I can now trust him to get himself ready in the morning. He can tastefully pick out his clothing, brush his teeth and wash his face and get his shoes on for school without me really having to worry about it. I just have to tell him when to start getting ready, and he will check his backpack before we leave to make sure that he has his folder, lunchbox and water bottle all ready to go. <br />
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He is so adventurious with his food now, and it makes my life so much easier when I know that he will pretty much eat anything. He loves all seafood and especially crab! He will eat all veggies and most fruits, but he still prefers me to peel his apples :) <br />
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Blake loves his sports... he will play hockey out in the garage for hours after school and on weekends, and if its not nasty out, he will kick the soccer ball around the back yard. He always wants Luke to play with him, but Blake is pretty aggressive, and when Luke has enough of Blake stealing the ball and taking the puck, Luke looses interest pretty quickly. We have explained over and over again that if he wants his little brother to play with him, then he needs to take it easy on him, but something inside him can only hold back for so long, and then it all goes down the drain. Playing hockey means that he has a lot of gear, but he knows all the parts and pieces that go into his bag. I don't think that I could remember to pack all that, and also have the skills that he does. He definitely gets that from his daddy :)<br />
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His independence has really come through. I am excited that he now has an opinion about things, and he knows what he likes. He can be a Mr. know it all, and loves to tell me that I am driving the wrong way or that I forgot something, and he really likes to worry... too much sometimes. He is thoughtful, helpful, loving, affectionate and sweet, and sure likes a good debate. Although the boy turns into a monster on the sports field, we are teaching him how to have good sportsmanship and also to be encouraging to other players. As parents, we all wonder if we are doing it right... I wonder all the time if I am screwing him up :) I know that we are hard on him, and we do expect a lot of him, but he is sure a fine young boy, and we are proud of him!<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-13786734667555332932015-11-18T12:31:00.001-08:002015-11-18T12:38:37.247-08:00Its Almost BABY TIME!!Isn't it ironic that when you do everything that you possibly can to prevent something, it inevitably happens and the universe once again sends you a message that you are not in control? I have once again been sent the message that its better to just roll with the punches...blow with the wind...go with the flow... because I cant control anything! HAHA<br />
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Blake's sinuses have finally stopped dripping out his eyes and his boogers are gone thanks to some hefty antibiotics, Luke is doing well too... his boogers are gone too and ears aren't hurting anymore. Not to mention that he had a little scare at soccer the other night where he got hit in the face with the ball, fell back and hit his head on the goal post, and after some tears, we thought he was fine... well we got home, had dinner, got in the tub, and he screamed that his head hurt and then puked everywhere... off to Mary Bridge we went. Grandma Tammy came with me and Kyle and Blake stayed home since I didn't want Blake exposed to anymore germs and Kyle had to work the next day. Grandma provided some much needed comfort to Luke and I really appreciated not being alone there, were pretty lucky!! But after what felt like FOREVER... we were sent home and he was fine... but better safe then sorry when it comes to the head!<br />
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This baby can come any time now, I cant wait to hold him... my last appointment showed that my body is doing all the right things and getting ready. Little guy is super low, cervix is soft and 50% effaced. I have another apt on Friday, and we will see if any progress has been made, and then Dr will help my body along too, so it shouldn't be long! We cant wait to meet this little guy, and I am ready to have him out! I think that I am going to go get a pedicure tomorrow while Luke is in preschool... got to have pretty toes in the hospital!! Were wrestling with a couple names still... I guess we will just have to wait and see him. Joshua and Greyson are in the top running, and we just can make up our minds. <br />
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The boys are SUPER EXCITED to be big brothers. I've made them special backpacks for the hospital full of games and coloring things to keep them busy, and their over night bags are ready... ours, on the other hand has not been packed. I think ill look into that today. AND... Super irritated that I cant find my camera charger. I have looked everywhere... the whole house, the cars, the trailer, the camera bag... nowhere to be seen. I looked them up on Amazon and there like 50 bucks, so i''m going to think about it for another day or too, and if I cant find it, then I bet I can get one at Best Buy so I don't have to wait for it to be shipped. But, other then that, I think that were ready. I am super obsessed about getting laundry done daily (even if its not a full load) because I don't want to deal with piles of laundry after the baby is born... bathrooms are clean, the boys stay clean for like 2 seconds, but at least its pretty deep cleaned, and the babies stuff is all washed, put away, and I have my closets, refrigerators, freezers, drawers cars and everything else all cleaned and organized. Just need to take a trip to Costco... maybe after my dr apt on Friday? Ill get it figured out soon :) Haha, but were ready, so bring on this baby!<br />
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Funny thing Luke said... he asked me if when the baby comes out, my tummy wont be so big and hard. HAHA I told him that it would go down after the baby is born, but it takes a little while to get back to normal. He said that he wants it smaller so its more cozy to lay on. LOL obviously, my kids appreciate the fact that I do not have rock hard abs :)<br />
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Gosh, we make pretty babies!<br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-12758345440075683582015-11-14T21:56:00.002-08:002015-11-14T21:56:44.143-08:00Sickness, Nastiness, and GrossnessThis last month has been hard... to say the least, it has been hard. We have all been sick on and off. Mostly nasty head colds, some days are worse then others and some days, I get a ray of hope that we are all on the mend, but by the next day, I am once again reminded that we are full of grossness! Ive had it, I'm at my breaking point and I just don't want to do it anymore. Sleepless nights of coughing, and kids coughing, and waking up so stuffed up that you cant breath. Runny noses, fevers, chills, missing school, birthday parties, and sports. I am sooooooo completely over it. I know that they are in school, and its inevitable that they are going to get sick, but right now, I don't feel like I have anything left. I am begging for these germs to take pity on our family and to kindly just pass us by, but since they decided not to listen to me, I have decided that its time to blow them out of the water!!<br />
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I don't have time for this crap anymore! I am about to go into labor and I need everyone healthy, not to mention that this is taking a lot out of me... both physically, and mentally. I went to my doc about 3 weeks ago asking for antibiotics, and she said that I wasn't sick enough for them... well I went again last Thursday (to someone else in the same office) and I have an ear and sinus infection... so I guess I was sick enough for them this time and I hope it kicks in soon! This morning, Blake woke up with his eyes crusted shut... we were like "OMG HE HAS PINK EYE" so, Kyle took both the boys to the doc at 9 this morning, and Blake has a pretty hard core sinus infection that's draining out his eyes... grossest thing I have ever seen, but not pink eye... and Luke is holding steady with an ear infection. So, more antibiotics, and they gave Blake some eye drops to help his eyes clear up faster... I think its more of a fight then anything to get those drops in there. We spent the day doing nothing. Blake had to miss a birthday party that he was devastated about, poor guy was crying in the doctors office when the Doc told him that he couldn't go. Its just so sad to me, there wasn't much I could do to make it better and it just breaks my heart. <br />
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Grandma and Grandpa came to the rescue with some new toys, and a lot of snuggles. We are so lucky that they are happy to snuggle up and help us take care of our sick kiddos. It kind of gave us a break, and someone else for me to talk to since cabin fever is starting to set in! We are so thankful for them!! They stayed most of the day and then after many long showers, nose blows, and movies and games on their tablets, they went to bed... quite easily, which is always a good thing :) Kyle is still the only healthy one, which I am super surprised about since we have all been breathing our germs on him, but he has a hockey game tonight, so since the kids were sleeping he decided to go, and I think that I am going to take the time to take a bath, and pop in You've Got Mail... and pray that since we are all on medication now, that tomorrow will be a better day. Please lord, let tomorrow be a better day, and help my boys heal so we can be ready for our sweet baby boy to be born into a healthy family!! I'm running out of time to get us all back to normal!<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-57290452181346073092015-11-03T15:16:00.000-08:002015-11-03T15:27:32.972-08:00Ugly Chicken, Drunk Chicken, Molting Chicken, Naked ChickenSo, my girls are awful looking right now. They look like they are diseased, and have been beaten with an ugly stick! Last year, my girls weren't quite adults yet when fall approached, and we did have one chicken that went through a molting cycle, but it wasn't bad, and I honestly was not prepared for this year.<br />
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Having 13 adult hens is like having 13 daughters PMSing AT THE SAME TIME... and it can last up to 6 WEEKS!!! Let me tell you, I have learned a lot about the molting process these last couple weeks, and every chicken handles molting differently.<br />
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I have had a couple chickens walk around the back yard and just fall over... they stumble around, and their legs cross over each other, and sometimes they just lay down. When I first saw this, I was really taken back, I was so worried that they were sick and that they were going to infect the rest of the hens. Well, after some research, I was able to calm down a little bit. It appears that chickens need their tail feathers for balance, and when they lose them, they also lose their balance, and can appear intoxicated. I really did feel bad for them, but it was pretty entertaining to watch!<br />
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Ugly and Naked!<br />
These girls seriously look ridiculous, I mean, if you wanted to eat one right now, you would have to do much plucking!! I never imagined that they could look like this. They lose the feathers on their heads first and then down to their butts... naked chicken butts is actually really funny too. I've learned that while their new feathers grow in, it can be pretty painful for them. They actually run from us right now, and they have never done that before. <br />
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So, here is the kicker... while they molt, they don't lay eggs due to the fact that their body uses up so much protein to make new feathers that it doesn't have any left over make an egg. So, what we have done to help this (and its actually helping) is that I supplement them with high protein foods. I had some old ground deer in the freezer, so I have been cooking that up with some lentils and it has helped out quite a bit. Before all this silliness, we were getting about 12 eggs a day, and it went down to 2 a day, and sometimes none at all... now, with the extra feedings, we have managed about 2-4 eggs a day which is better then 0-2... but goodness gracious!! These ladies are not earning their keep!!<br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-20603703350135532222015-10-12T21:46:00.000-07:002015-10-12T21:47:35.853-07:00IntrovertedI don't know what it is, call it age, call it circumstance, call it experience, but I can see the change in me. <br />
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When I worked outside the home, I was always in a job that forced me to be social, not in a bad way, and I loved it. I loved talking to people, helping people and I genially do care about people. I still like to talk... believe me, get me on the phone and you'll have to pretend your phone died to get me off, or sit next to me at the park while I watch my kids play, and I will always find something to talk about, but recently, I have lost that spark. I have become a homebody, and I actually would rather be home then anywhere else. I think a lot of it is to do with being 8 months pregnant, and I feel safe here but my perspective of life outside my little home has become almost scary<br />
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Traffic gives me anxiety, and it shouldn't... I used to drive downtown Seattle in the middle of rush hour without a problem. Crowds... forget about it. I wont combat them right now without Kyle, and I used to feel like I could take on anything, even with kids in tow, but lately, I just don't feel like its worth it. I don't really call people, I just figure that if they want to talk to me for some reason, they will call me. I even went as far as dwindling down my Facebook friends and made my profile completely private to those who aren't on my friends list. This might not sound like a whole lot, but I used to see myself as super outgoing, adventurous, and goofy. Now, I'm like an old spinster with 50 cats!<br />
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Maybe after our little guys is born, ill get my groove back, or maybe its the result of being out of the workforce for so long, I don't know, but what I do know is that this change in me is noticeable, especially to my close friends and family. I'm not going to let it go on forever, but for right now, when I feel vulnerable, awkward and unsure about things as I near the end of this pregnancy, if you need me, you will most likely find me at home :)<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-56880093859550216322015-09-25T10:59:00.000-07:002015-09-25T10:59:00.724-07:0010 Weeks To Go<br />
So, I have about 10 more weeks of this whole being pregnant thing, which is a beautiful thing all on its own, but when you throw in keeping up with two active boys, colds, stomach flus, and never ever sleeping because I believe that I am also carrying a very active little boy who will probably come out wearing a black-belt, its starting to ware hard on me.<br />
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I feel like I have started to turn that corner... the one that all pregnant women feel... where you start to "feel" pregnant. I am starting to slow down, get really tired, and I feel like I just cant keep up. Emotionally, this has been kind of hard for me to accept. I feel guilty, only by my own right, but its hard when you go from doing all of this daily things, and then you just all of a sudden don't have it in you. Its hard for me to lift Luke, and I feel bad always asking someone else to lift things or little ones for me :(<br />
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I feel like I was also a little in denial about how much time I actually had to prepare for this little one, and at one point, I was thinking that I didn't need to do much, but now I realize that there are things that I want to do, and things that we still need to acquire before this baby is born. 10 weeks might seem like a lot, but when I think back on how fast the last 30 have gone, 10 seems like nothing, and I have started to panic a bit, especially when I see it as only 70 days and not 10 weeks... Kyle and I need to sit down and make a list, a list always makes me feel better because then I can get it out of my head and really look at it. I might be making a bigger deal out of it then I need to. <br />
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I am still enjoying being pregnant. Kyle and I love to watch him move and dream about how our family is going to evolve. I think that we have finally named him, but I better tell my family before we post it on here... at least I think that we have, naming the 3rd of the same gender is hard... we want to make sure that he stands out without having one of those crazy names that no one can spell or pronounce. And... we went to the fair on Wednesday... it is now Friday and I am extremely tempted to buy a ticket back into the fair just to satisfy my pregnancy cravings... oh what I would give for another Krusty Pup and Elephant ear... maybe some scones and kettle corn too... and maybe an ear of corn... of and how about a monster burger, and then a bottle of Tums!! HAHA<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-90310840624122389512015-09-23T10:04:00.000-07:002015-09-23T10:04:03.000-07:00Out Of The Mouths Of Babes - Luke EditionLuke is growing so much right now, you can see his mind exploding with ideas and questions... oh the questions that come out of this little ones mouth. He is mostly curious about human anatomy, bodily fluids and how chickens become chicken nuggets... gotta love boys!!<br />
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I thought I would write out some of the more interesting conversations that we have had lately... hopefully as life happens, and I forget things, I can look back and read the crazy things out of my little guys mouth... as I know that he will only talk like this a little while longer.<br />
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I never get an opportunity to really go to the bathroom by myself... especially if its just Luke and I home, he tends to follow me everywhere and since I pee every 15 minutes, he has plenty of time to follow me into the bathroom...<br />
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<em>L: Mom, why do you sit down to pee?</em><br />
<em>J: girls don't have penises, so we sit down so we don't make a mess.</em><br />
<em>L: Can I see? I really think you have a penis...</em><br />
<em>J: No, you cannot, that would be inappropriate. Boys have Penises and girls have vaginas.</em><br />
<em>L: So do you hide your penis in your butt?</em><br />
<em>J: NO, I do not have a penis, now go away and shut the door!</em><br />
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So, Gonzo, our favorite chicken was taken by a hawk a while back, and we kind of eluted to the fact that shes dead, but haven't really said it... Luke and Blake have very different ideas about where chicken nuggets come from...<br />
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<em>B: I Love chicken nuggets</em><br />
<em>L: I love them too... because I love gonzo and were eating Gonzo.</em><br />
<em>B: We aren't eating Gonzo, these are from Costco.</em><br />
<em>L: Maybe the hawk took them to Costco for them to make her a nugget</em><br />
<em>B: No, Luke, the hawk ate her! It didn't take her to Costco!</em><br />
<em>L: (bursts into tears) The Hawk ate her??? I wanted to eat her!!</em><br />
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I am not going to pretend that I don't let an occasional curse word slip out... My go to curse words, usually said in frustration, are damn and shit... Luke will say them in the most inopportune time.<br />
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In line at the grocery store check out like and Luke dropped his snack on the ground, and yells out <em>"oh shit"</em> and you better believe that there was an old lady standing right behind me that looked mortified beyond belief! I just smiled :)<br />
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Luke was running around the backyard barefoot and stepped in chicken poop, and looked down and was like <em>" damnit, I stepped in chicken shit"</em><br />
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I guess I need to watch my mouth a bit more lol :)<br />
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So this one is the one that made me laugh so hard that I had tears running down my face... and just to understand this a little better, Luke doesn't says his "v's" it comes out like a "b" instead.<br />
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<em>L: Mom, can you jump on the trampoline with me?</em><br />
<em>J: No honey, its not good for the baby.</em><br />
<em>L: Why? Will the baby fly out of your BA-gina?</em><br />
<em>J: (while laughing hysterically) Ummmm, yes, something like that.</em><br />
<em>L: okay, you better sit down then.</em><br />
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Then, while jumping on the trampoline, he yells "BA-gina" over and over again... good thing we don't have close neighbors!!<br />
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These are just a few of the silly, yet inquisitive, questions and thoughts that come out of this little guys noggin. He has a serious side too, but gosh he can make us laugh. <br />
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<br />Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-38301164765137967472015-09-20T22:12:00.001-07:002015-09-20T22:18:41.783-07:00Sisters Perspective <br />
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This little poem has been shared by many people on my Facebook, and its hard to read for those affected by addiction, but it is very true. I have not seen my brother since Luke's birthday party in early May after I became curious as to why he disappeared in the middle of the party, came back, and spent an additional 20 minutes in my bathroom. I discovered q-tips with the ends cut off in my garbage can... I had no idea what it was for, but after I googled it, I was disgusted. Shortly after that he did many more horrible things to family members and went into rehab again, then got out of rehab and continues with the same old tricks. If he put as much effort into rebuilding his life as he does into manipulation, lying and stealing, I bet he could do amazing things, but instead, he's always looking for a new angle in which to get away with a scam without being caught. <br />
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I have chosen to dissolve the relationship that I had with him, and the one that he had with my boys. I felt that it was in the best interests of my family to just stay away, and I have no regrets for the decisions that Kyle and I have made. I do not appreciate the company that he keeps, nor do I approve of what he does, and if my husband is ever alone with him, I am not so sure that Mitch would make it out alive. Some people think that I am cruel to keep my kids from him, they say that he is "family" and that we should always stick together. Well, your opinion is your own, but my job is to protect my children and I am doing what I believe is best. He has destroyed a once, close family. He has torn them all in different directions, and I give it another couple months before he self destructs again, but this time, were not going to be around to see it, and I am not going to have to explain to my kids why their uncle has to go away for a while - right now, he is out of sight and out of mind. Does it hurt? Of course it does... its sad, ugly, disappointing, hurtful, and disgusting... but I have come to the conclusion that I cannot help, no one can but him. So, he's on his own... well not really, he has found someone else to manipulate into taking care of him... <br />
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but anyways, here is the poem... so sad, but tis so true.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I destroy homes, tear families apart,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">take your children, and that's just the start.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I'm more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">and if you need me, remember I'm easily found.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I live all around you, in schools and in town.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My power is awesome; try me you'll see, but if you do, you may never break<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> free.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I'll own your soul.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie. You do what you have to just to get high.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The crimes you'll commit, for my narcotic charms will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad </span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When you see their tears, you should feel sad.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised, I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="text_exposed_show">I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, </span><span class="text_exposed_show">I'll be with you always, right by your side.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You'll give up everything your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give. When I'm finished with you you'll be lucky to live.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If you try me be warned this is no game. If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'll ravish your body; I'll control your mind. I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, the voices you'll hear from inside your head,</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">the sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see; I want you to know, these are all gifts from me,</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, but you came to me, not I to you.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, now what would you say?</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'll be your master; you will be my slave, I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Now that you have met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? Its all up to you.</span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.</span></span><br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-30735317288249160562015-09-15T10:26:00.000-07:002015-09-15T10:26:57.802-07:00School Follow UpSo, we started off strong, I was excited that they were doing so well, and then WHAM! I'm talkin complete opposite of the first week.<br />
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Lets start with Blake... he started out by not wanting me to walk him to class because he's a big boy, and he didn't need me to do it. He was proud and confident and he was ready! Last night he started crying that the days are too long and he missed us too much. Then woke up this morning with the same problem. He bawled... like the crazy make yourself sick, snot rolling down your face type of cry. I was sympathetic for a while, but then the tough love had to come into place. I explained that going to school is not an option, its something that you have to do, just like daddy has to go to work and mommy has to vacuum (lol)... and I might have also told him that it was illegal not to go, so he didn't have a choice. I got him in the shower, and put him in the right state of mind, and then I kind of bribed him and told him that I put some special surprises in his lunch (Whoppers) and if he had a good day, then we would do something really fun tonight. I also think that I am going to break it up a bit and maybe go have lunch with him once a week, but its not that he doesn't want to go to school because he doesn't "like" school, I think that the long days, lack of naps and busy schedule is getting to him. So, I walked him to his class, got him seated, and I could see the tears welling up. I told him that he was going to have a great day and have so much fun with his friends, gave him a kiss and left. I could tell that he was trying to hold his tears in. I know that it will pass, but talk about pulling at your heart strings! I emailed his teacher last night too to let her know that he was showing some reservation, and bless her heart, she emailed me back at 11:00pm and I am working closely with her and I am sure it will all work out, but holy crap, I didn't see this coming. *sigh*<br />
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Then Luke... totally fine and then I dropped him off, and he starting screaming for me! Like the ugly scream while Ms. Connie is holding on to him and he's pushing away from her trying to get to me. I know that the best thing is to make a quick exit, so I gave a kiss, said good bye and out the door I went as I could hear him scream all the way to my car. I know that he probably stopped the second I left, but gosh I feel bad. I drove away bawling! Composed myself enough to run by the lab for some blood work that I needed to get in, and then took my butt to Starbucks and got me a blended mocha and some lemon pound cake. <br />
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Now, I'm home, laying on the couch, watching the View and enjoying these 3000 calories while writing in this blog. I know that there is a couple loads of laundry that need to be done, but I don't really feel like doing them, and breakfast dishes are in the sink, and I really don't feel like doing that either. I think that I am just going to sit here for a while, come up with a game plan, and stop feeling guilty. Easier said then done, I know, but I guess were just in the adjustment phase and by next month, everything will be fine. <br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-62946701103471832642015-09-10T10:39:00.001-07:002015-09-10T10:39:51.422-07:00A New YearI cant believe that school has started for my kiddos. Summer flew by, but in some ways it felt like it took forever!! The kids were ready for some space... when you see your sibling every waking moment of every day, and you even share a room at night, you start to fight, get on each others nerves, and mom is left finding grey hairs! They needed to branch out, they needed to find their own identities and their own friends.<br />
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Blake was so excited to finally start all day kindergarten! He was ready, and because of his late September birthday, he was only able to attend the early kindergarten program last year, and that was great for him, and a perfect stepping stone into full day. But as Blake is almost 6, he was ready for all day. One thing he wasn't ready for was not being able to graze and eat whatever you want whenever you want, HAHA I have never seen him eat so much in my life! We eat dinner at 4:30 so he didn't have to wait long, but being at school from 8:55-3:25 sure wore him out and he's been sleeping like a baby at night... I'm talking 7:00 completely asleep!! He's making friends and he's so excited to learn! he loves it, and I'm so glad that he has this amazing love for school :)<br />
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Today was Luke's first day. Last year, they had to rip him off of me, and he absolutely hated it. he was 2 and a half, but academically, he was ready, so I thought he would grow out of it - NO WAY- he went for 8 weeks and it was the same thing every time... kicking, not sleeping the night before, hysterical on the way there, begging me to stay, and I finally said screw it, he wasn't ready and I wasn't going to push it any longer. He had a good year at home learning with me, and what a difference a year makes! This year, at 3 and a half, he was excited, eager, and it sounded like this "Luke, its time for me to leave now" and Luke looks at me, smiles, and says "okay mama, see you in a little while" no fit, no screaming, no fighting. He was happy, comfortable and I was thrilled! I am not the mom that cries when her kid goes to school successfully. Last year, leaving him bawling every day I was in tears crying to Kyle on the phone that I didn't feel right leaving him, and this time... I am thrilled that he is so well adjusted. That I can leave him and he trusts that I will come back, and that he is confident in himself. Well see how he did this afternoon, but he started the day off right, and I cant wait to see how he grows this year!<br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-35954877209927185132015-09-01T14:41:00.000-07:002015-09-01T14:42:29.453-07:00Wrapping Up SummerThis summer has been amazing... this is the first summer where we have had two (mostly independent) eager boys ready to explore! not held down by diapers or fears of the water... these kids were ready, so good thing I can still kind of keep up with them.<br />
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We had our first solo camping trip ever... it was different to go with just our boys, and not family and friends, but it was so much fun!! We took a long weekend at Lake Easton, and we will definitely go back! Kyle took the boys fishing and we went hiking, kayaking, and exploring... even stumbled on a car show full of really neat old cars. Food was simple, we made our own time, and Kyle and I found ourselves just observing what great little guys the boys have become!<br />
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Getting ready for school has been fun... many open houses, meet and greets, and last minute shopping trips, but we are ready! Learned my lesson on buying pants too early... Blake already grew out of the jeans I bought him a month ago! Luke is ready for preschool, he doesn't have a choice this year, he must go! but its going to help that he has a friend in his preschool class. I anticipate a little resistance from him, but I am pretty confident that it will all work out. I have a 5 year old going to kindergarten that is insisting that he can walk himself to school and get to his class all on his own, and he doesn't want any help from me (yeah right) and my 3 year old is going to be screaming, holding on to my leg and begging me not to leave him haha! Talk about an emotional roller coaster.<br />
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The boys got a really fun last minute surprise from Grandma and Grandpa Rogers just in time before school starts! They got to take a special trip to San Diego and went to SeaWorld and the Zoo!! They had so much fun! They swam in the pool, saw so many different animals, and Luke got his first plan ride... this is number 3 for Blake.... I didn't ride on my first plain until I was like 13, little stinkers!! They loved it! One little last minute hurrah before school starts! I don't have many pictures from their trip, but the Rogers family sport their Seahawks support no matter where they are!!<br />
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It was so hard to let them go, this mama had a pretty rough time at first, but Kyle took time off from work so I wasn't wallowing in my own sorrow, and we celebrated our anniversary! We spent 4 days doing things that we haven't done in years; things that are too hard to do with kids. We went on an all day drive to Mt Rainier National Park, and saw some amazing things... can you believe that we have never been there and its like an hour from our house... AND everyone that was there was from a different country and they were on vacation... really?? I had no idea that people came here for vacation! We also went to Seattle with Tyler and Liz, and again, played tourist in our own backyards haha... I have never seen the Ballard Locks... Crazy, I know, and I cant wait to take the kids there! We contributed to the gum wall, drank Starbucks, hung out with the Troll, and saw the UP house. LOVED IT!! Okay, my husband loves me very much but he is refusing to take the Duck Boat Tour with me... OMG I know, I'm a nerd, but I sooo want to do it!! Anyone wanna come with me? Apparently, ill have to leave my husband at the bar. Or maybe of I take him to the bar first, I will be able to get him on the Duck Truck! HAHAHA We went to ipic, love that place!! And we filled in the rest of the time in with walks with the dog, buying some new furniture (seriously needed) and grocery shopping lol :) It was really neat to spend that one on one time with Kyle, but I was sure excited to get the boys back! <br />
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School starts for Blake this Friday and then Luke starts preschool next Thursday. Back to reality and the grind! Also, time to start thinking about baby stuff... hes going to be here soon!! Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-17153701141170271932015-08-13T14:41:00.000-07:002015-08-13T14:41:09.959-07:00Crazy Fast SummerThis summer has sure been memorable... I realize that its coming to a close since I just flipped the calendar on the fridge and I was able to write the first few "school related" activities. 4 week countdown has commenced, and I am starting to realize that its time to get my butt in gear. School supplies have been purchased for Blake, but I still need to get Lukes under control. Clothes shopping needs to start, starting to think about school lunches and what to pack him, and I need to get a lunch card set up for those days that he wants to buy, and just getting them back onto their 7:30 bedtime schedule.<br />
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We have been going fast this summer... like crazy fast... there have been movies, parks, swimming, bike rides, walks, camping, BBQ's, fishing trips, birthday parties, outings with friends, hikes, and who knows what else... one thing that I completely regret is that I have been basically without my camera for most of it. I guess you can say that I'm living in the moment, and enjoying it, but I still wish I would have taken my camera more. I have my phone, but I rarely grab for that either :( I just went and grabbed my camera and put it on the counter... if its out, I bet ill use it...hopefully!! <br />
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Its time to enjoy the last few weeks before our crazy-super scheduled- new beginnings life starts up. We have one little camping trip scheduled that's just us, and it will be fun to spend some time together, and really enjoying the boys before the baby comes, and then, that's it... summers over... Time to get ready!!!<br />
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See, not many pictures... but I'm working on it!!Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-50089920078888101682015-08-06T09:04:00.000-07:002015-08-06T09:19:16.939-07:00Whats In A DadThere have been many moments lately where I turn the corner in my house and then I just stop and smile. My husband definitely has this dad thing down... I love it when I catch them doing funny things together or sharing a sweet moment. He shows the boys things, and takes the time to make them part of whatever it is that he is doing. The other day I went looking for Luke and Kyle and found them curled up, reading a book in bed in the middle of the day :) I seriously almost cried, it was the cutest thing! Any guy with the right "equipment" can be a dad, but it takes a real man to raise a son... and since we are going to have 3, our daddy has his hands and heart full.<br />
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He isn't just a dad who only participates when its easy, this man can do it all, and I am sure one lucky mama to know that I am not just a mom staying at home to raise these boys, we are a team, and he knows when I need help and I know when he needs me. just as it should be :) There isn't anything that he cant do, and I know that as my kids grow up, he's always going to be their hero. <br />
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Jesica Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01718181409784286858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739437218766575393.post-20106691742540875032015-07-28T09:00:00.000-07:002015-07-28T09:00:50.286-07:00Then There Were 13We love our girls... besides them being a really good egg producers for our family, they are also our friends. The kids run around with them, they will come sit on our laps and eat out of our hands. We love that we have been able to let our chickens free range... they have their own coop and sizeable run on the side of our home, but when we are here, we love to let them run free.<br />
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Last Friday, they were doing what they do best...foraging in my flowerbeds... and Blake and I were sitting at our bar, and we saw them run across the yard in a panic, but we didn't think much of it... they have done it before when our neighbor turns on his welder or if Kona gets a wild hair and decides to run at them. We actually laughed and thought they looked funny. Not long after, Blake went outside to feed his favorite chicken, Gonzo. He couldn't find her.<br />
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Gonzo never leaves our back yard. She has never wandered down our dirt road or into our neighbors yard. She has never tried to fly over a fence or run away from us. The kids and I looked for her for 2 hours. I was in and out of my neighbors properties, in every nook and cranny of our property and I was starting to really wonder what had happened to her. All the chickens come running to me when I call them, and it was very unlike her to just be gone.<br />
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As we were walking home up our dirt road, I saw it... I knew what had happened. There were two HUGE black hawks circling my remaining girls in the backyard, and I just ran towards them. The kids and I were able to get the chickens all locked up in their coop, while my kids screamed at the Hawks to " leave my chickens alone or my daddy will shoot you" I couldn't believe how low they were... but after that, I know exactly what happened to her. They circled our house for about 30 minutes before they moved on, and I am terrified that they will come back looking for their next meal!!<br />
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I started second guessing myself, could a hawk really pick up a chicken? Just YouTube it... yes they can! Crazy!! My girls have never had to worry about predators... but all that has changed now. Our poor chicken. She was our favorite... She was our ugliest, smallest, but most loving chicken. The boys went out to hold her every morning, and when I would go out to sit on the back steps and watch the boys play, she would just come and sit in my lap (I usually had food) haha. But now she is gone, and we have learned a very valuable lesson. Super sad, my kids really miss her, and my remaining 13 girls haven't laid more then 3 eggs a day since she was taken. Their obviously also mourning the loss of their dear friend...<br />
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Rest in peace our sweet Gonzo, the smallest, sweetest chicken with a face that only a mama could love!!<br />
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