On the way home from taking Hunter to drum lessons:
Barrett- "Bauer! Stop Dancing!"
Bauer- "No, I Dance!!"
Barrett- "Baaauuueeerrrr! STOP DANCING!"
Bauer- "No, I Dance!!"
Mom- "Hey Barrett, he can dance if he wants to." (wait a minute, that sounds familiar...) "He can dance if he wants to, he can leave the world behind, cuz his brother don't dance and if he don't dance- well he's no brother of mine!" ha ha.
can you say flash from the past Men at Work?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
He can dance if he wants to...
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Monday, April 26, 2010
2 new loves... for free!

New Love #2:
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Could you just eat him up?
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Hunter's Lunch
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Happy Birthday to my 8 year old girl!
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Friday, April 16, 2010
Hunter's Band Competition
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Never again...
That's it. Just like that. He doesn't want me anymore. It's been a few weeks and I've been forcing it, but this baby prefers the bottle. My milk supply is all but gone and he doesn't seem to be phased. Me, on the other hand, I am crushed.
Maybe if this wasn't my LAST baby I would feel different, maybe. But frankly, I'm an emotional wreck. Up, Down, Happy, Sad, Angry, Irritated, Patient, Loving, Mad, Glad. Can the end of an era really wreak that much havoc on this mama? Granted, there's still the day in and day out stresses and responsibilities, but this has been a tough last couple of days.
I am a nurser. I love to nurse. I make and sell nursing covers, for goodness sakes! I even told Dayne I'd cut him a profit if he'd still nurse and help be my walking advertisement. No dice. He is happy with another nipple. Dr. Brown's to be exact.
For the last 12 1/2 years I have been in baby mode. Pregnant, nursing, OOPS- got pregnant, nursing, thinking about getting pregnant, pregnant, nursing, took a 3 year break- but I knew there was more... pregnant, nursing, pregnant, nursing, pregnant, nursing. Now here I am: NOT pregnant (thank goodness!) and NOT nursing... and never to be again. Where has my identity gone?
For all you non-nursers out there, or those of you who can't remember, or those of you of the opposite sex who have NO IDEA what I am talking about, this may seem like I am overreacting and making a big deal out of nothing, but it is a big deal to me. I am sad. Sad because I will never nurse a baby again, sad because I will never feel needed in that way again, sad because that bonding feeling I feel while nursing a baby is done. Never to come back. I don't need the mother's room at church anymore (except to change diapers), I don't need my Peekaboobaby nursing cover anymore (I've got 5-- one for every outfit!), I can wear dresses now and not think about how I'm going to nurse while wearing that! No more let down when I'm in the shower, and goodbye nursing bras and breast pads!! But wait-- come back! It ended too soon. I wasn't ready.
Don't worry, I'll be fine. In a few days it won't be so fresh on my mind or so instinctual that everytime Dayne cries I want to nurse... but I will never forget the experience of nursing my 6 children. Some for longer, some shorter, some way too short. I have loved every minute of it.
Onto the next phase-- let's hope I'm not this melancholy when Dayne's out of diapers!!! :)
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Constipated anyone?
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
General Conference
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Easter Baskets...
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