tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43224337641951109572023-12-17T04:52:33.871-06:00Living the Lewis LifestyleLiving the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-33771182472137311892021-08-13T23:23:00.006-05:002021-08-13T23:23:32.288-05:00The COVID Rant<p> Over the past few weeks, my heart has felt especially heavy…and
my tolerance and understanding increasingly low.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Covid is still heavily prevalent in our lives. For awhile
there, things were looking up. Positive case numbers were decreasing, hospital
admittance was low, and vaccines were available for all adults…and I had hopes
that children would soon be vaccinated as well. I felt like I kept a nice
balance of my views online. I supported social distancing and mask-wearing, but
I didn’t want to go too far and alienate any family/friends that had
*alternative* views.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I recently have abandoned that approach.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Don’t get me wrong, I’m not harassing anyone. I’m not insulting
anyone’s intelligence. I’m not name-calling. I’m not insinuating that large
masses of the population are “asleep” or resemble a woolly farm animal; nor
have I touted my ability to ignore anything that doesn’t fit my already formed
opinion despite its importance…but I digress. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Even that last sentence makes me squirm. “You’re going to
offend someone. You know people who are going to read that whole paragraph and
think ‘She’s talking about me!’ and they are going to be mad…maybe you should
rephrase it…maybe you should delete it…”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But why do I feel that way?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It has been made abundantly clear to me that those same
people I am concerned about offending, are the people who have been condescending,
insulting, and uncompassionate with their posts for months. They obviously are
not worried about what I think, what I feel. Why give them the courtesy any
longer? Frankly, I am fed up with being the bigger person. I am fed up with
worrying about what others think of me. I am fed up with reading people’s
public antagonizing posts and rants attacking how I (and my immediate family)
have approached the pandemic, only for them to act friendly to me in more personal
interactions.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Do you think I don’t read your statuses? Do you think I can’t
see your shared posts? Do you think I am unaware of your commentary of the past
16 months? Do you think you can be so unapologetically rude with your online
activity and I will not decipher what you think of me? Let’s just say you were
too quick to insult my intelligence.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">How can you be so hostile on this topic, anyway? Do you have
a secret medical degree? Do you covertly moonlight as a nurse or other
healthcare worker? Do you have inside knowledge of classified government information?
Have you done extensive research and experimentation with infectious diseases? Have
you lived through a plague that I don’t know about? Are you in possession of a
crystal ball that allows you to have superior knowledge on how all of this
plays out? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m fairly confident the
answer to all of those snarky, yet valid questions are “no.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I could share with you all the dozens of experiences from family
members and friends who are nurses, doctors, and healthcare workers, but it
wouldn’t do any good. There are thousands of those accounts online, and you
scoff and dismiss everyone of them. I could express their plea of social-distancing,
mask-wearing, and vaccinations, but that will also fall on deaf ears. I could relay
their experiences of battling this virus…what it’s like to pour themselves into
every patient, wearing themselves so incredibly thin that they, themselves
suffer physical and emotional damage that will leave scars for years to come. I
could express the fear and concern my teacher friends swallow every day,
because they are caught in an unwinnable battle between medicine and politics.
I can dive deeper into the anxiety and apprehension that I combat constantly with
my own children, my own family. Would that make a difference? Would you, could
you, possibly inch away from your rigid beliefs and perhaps see things for what
they really are? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">You are taking a global pandemic, a huge flurry of disease,
death, fear, grief, and the inexperience of fallible humans, and you are
dwindling it down to how it affects you and your ability to live in denial. You
are taking a simple task like mask-wearing and you are comparing it to Nazi
Germany. You aren’t even willing to wear one “in case” it makes a difference. We’ll
ignore that local, state, and federal governments already have laws and
regulations that you abide by without a fuss… a face covering is undoubtedly a
direct assault on your personal freedoms and that supersedes the well-being of your
fellow man. I know for a fact, that our forefathers were indisputably applying
this very topic when mapping the foundations of our country. Yes, when choosing
between the safety and health of American citizens and defending the skewed concept
of “freedom = I can do whatever I want,” they definitely want you to spread a
virus unnecessarily. Men and women have fought and died for centuries so you
can infect and kill one another due to inconvenience and selfishness. But then
again, no one is *really* dying, right? All the doctors, nurses, and scientists
of the globe met in a secret bunker with journalists and government leaders and
hatched an evil plan to deceive the world…because this is obviously just the
beginning of… actually, I don’t even know what the point would be. Whatever it
is, the democrats are behind it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I won’t even dare go down the rabbit hole of vaccinations.
The mask debate is enough to do me in. I think the scariest aspect of this pandemic
is the exposure of people’s true colors. I see people I once considered to be
kind and compassionate have really turned out to be shockingly cold and callous.
The people I thought who would give anything they could to those in need have
turned their backs and put their own inadequate understanding ahead of all
else. They are putting hastily interpreted laws of country before the decency
of humankind. This is only made more difficult now that the most vulnerable are
our young children. In a verbally heavy nutshell, I am immensely disheartened.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I have recently unfollowed friends and family because I
simply could not mentally ingest any more egregious nonsense; but I still know
where they stand. I know the words they used, and the names they’ve thrown
around. I know they expressed them often and without trepidation. I don’t know where
to go from here. I do know I will continue through this pandemic doing
everything I can to protect my children. I will continue to support all the
healthcare workers by following their lead. I understand in hindsight we will
learn what aided in reducing transmission and what didn’t, but I will have ZERO
regrets trying to help keep people safe and healthy. I wonder if there will be
any regrets insulting and alienating the people who cared about you.<o:p></o:p></p>Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-55565833717928542332020-11-07T16:26:00.004-06:002020-11-07T16:35:12.748-06:00Some End Of Election Thoughts...<p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"> Over the past 4 years, the
last year especially, I am proud to say: I did not spread hate. I did not
threaten anyone. I did not insult anyone's intelligence. I did not attack anyone's
character. I did not shame or ostracize anyone. I never labeled anyone with a cruel
word because they did not see things exactly the way I saw it. I did not imply
or insinuate that anyone was devoid of morality or humanity. I respected others
and their ability to research and determine on their own how they felt on a
myriad of topics. I did not talk down to anyone nor acted superior above
anyone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Was it hard? Some days, yes; but I knew what I expected of myself.
I knew what example I wanted to provide my children. I knew that even when you
disagree with someone, you can still have compassion and respect for them. Some
feel that certain behaviors are necessary to "stand up for what's
right." I then ask you how you could be so contradictory? How can you
disavow someone because they are so vile, and then turn around with the same behavior
and call it justified?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I have friends and family with a wide range of political viewpoints...but
I never stopped having respect for you when your principles guided you to a
different conclusion than my own.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">You want a leader with kindness, strong ethics, and empathy? You
want a leader that will not sink to the lowest form of behavior? You want a
leader that will rise above the malice of the opposing side? Be the change you
want to see. Rise above the muck of name-calling, character-bashing, and
general ugliness and show that you embody the basic qualities you want reflected
in face of our nation.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">As the country changes and moves
on, I will not care about what candidate said what about some general topic…but
I will remember the ugly words that a friend said. I will remember the hurtful
behavior of a family member to another. I hope that if you are my friend or
family member, you know me. You know me and my moral compass. You should trust
that no matter my decision on an important topic, my decision was not taken lightly.
My decision was researched. My decision was not easy. I am not lacking in empathy,
intelligence, humility, or reflection. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Biden will be President, and
whether or not you or I voted for him is moot. He has been elected so let’s
find our humanity towards one another again. Let’s not allow the behavior of
others that we distained so deeply change us…let’s not become the thing we
reviled. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Be the change…be the example you
wish to see in America. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p>Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-84294752278827186612019-12-05T15:21:00.003-06:002019-12-06T14:12:48.199-06:00OpaI'm posting a blog, which means, another major life event has happened.<br />
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No, no babies being born this time...this time, the event is not exactly joyful...<br />
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In the early morning hours of November 22, our family lost my Opa. Even typing out that sentence feels strange. Logically, I know he's gone; but emotionally...emotionally I am standing in a fog trying to grasp my bearings.<br />
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When I think about my Opa, I picture him in his red chair next to the fireplace. His chair, unlike Oma's matching chair that rocks and swivels, is a solid, unmovable piece of furniture (symbolic for sure) that he resided in most of the times I remember walking into their house. Next to his chair, on the table, would be an insulated mug with water and a opened, half-eaten bag of pretzels. He would smile and wave and greet everyone from his humble Opa throne.<br />
That's where he was the last few times I saw him in the weeks leading up to that morning where we said goodbye.<br />
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He was diagnosed with glioblastoma, a fast growing, cancerous brain tumor in September after Oma noticed some odd behavior changes. The news was, of course, not what anyone wanted to hear. There was nothing to be done as far as treatment due to his age and other health complications. The doctor seemed fairly confident that he would make it through the holidays, and to hopefully to meet his newest great-grandchild due in December.<br />
Over the next several weeks his abilities declined, his mood would alter, his usual "what do we have to do to beat this" approach dissolved to a much more reserved "here is what I want for my last days" outlook. Through all his years of cancer battles and health struggles, I could tell early on, this time he knew he couldn't work his way out of this one. This alone, broke my heart.<br />
We have been spoiled with Opa miracles. The most recent and significant was this time 5 years ago. He was on a ventilator in the ICU after he aspirated into his lungs during a surgery for pancreatitis. The doctors and nurses all spoke hopeful words, but we could tell they felt his outcome was bleak. When he finally started to breathe on his own, when he finally gained enough strength, he left that ICU and came home just before Christmas. All that time we feared we would be planning a funeral, not a homecoming...I knew God gave us the best present possible that year. He gave us back Opa...but I knew we couldn't count on this outcome for very much longer.<br />
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My mom told me over the phone his diagnosis when they were told. I tried to stay strong, but inside I was sad and fearful. I knew at that time, any free weekend, I was going up to sit with him. I had no great life points to discuss, I had no unfinished business I need to complete...I just wanted to sit with him, in their house, he in his chair, taking in the last few times things were as I remembered them growing up.<br />
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I received a hurried call from my Mom on a Wednesday morning. She said Oma called her, frantic. She couldn't wake up Opa. My Mom told me she was on her way to their house and would let me know any updates. I got off the phone and sat at the edge of my bathtub and asked God to be with Opa. I asked him to be with my Oma, and my Mom, and all of us who knew by this sinking feeling in my stomach...this was it. With a returned call from my Mom, confirming my fears, I called Chris home and made my way over to Oma and Opa's house. I was greeted by my uncle and was told everyone was in the bedroom. Opa lay there, non-responsive, struggling to breathe, seeming agitated and uncomfortable. My youngest sister, Caroline, had already arrived, and my Mom lay by Opa's side on the bed, holding his arm. I told myself to be strong for her. I knew she dreaded this day, and I knew I could brake down later, away from her.<br />
Caroline and I then began reaching out to the rest of my siblings. By the afternoon, our family filled the house. Some could not come, for they live out of state, but those who could come, showed up with in hours of being notified. At one point, we all stood around his bedside and just talked about mindless stuff, just conversation to fill the silence, but I think Opa knew he was not alone. In fact, I think he knew there was so much love for him, his soul was at peace. I remember on that cloudy day, a strong break in the clouds and for a brief moment, the bedroom filled with light. I think a big part of his soul went to heaven then, surrounded by family, knowing he couldn't have asked for anything more.<br />
His body fought to hang on for a bit longer. I saw him again Thursday night, knowing it wouldn't be long now, I left with a heavy heart. My plan was to be back up at their house again as early as possible Friday morning. Finn had a hearing test scheduled that morning, and I was just counting the hours until I could go back up there. I did not know then he had taken a turn for the worse less than an hour after my departure.<br />
I went to sleep relatively fast, actually. I said my prayers for Opa, Oma, my Mom, and the other family members taking care of him and I drifted off quickly. I woke up at 3:30am with heavy sadness. I cried silent tears and tried to go back to sleep. My alarm would sound at 6am and I would be exhausted without more rest. But I couldn't sleep. I cried more and then felt something odd. I was convinced if I looked at my doorway, I would see Opa. I was so afraid I just laid there with tears running down my face...I knew something was different.<br />
I finally fell back asleep about 20 mins before my alarm sounded. I got up with one goal only: get the hearing test done and get back to Oma and Opa's house. I turned on the shower and promptly heard my phone receive a text. My stomach somehow dropped to the floor and jumped into my throat at the same time. My Mom said "Call when you get up." I immediately called without a thought in my mind only to hear her shaken voice on the other end.<br />
Opa died around 4am. Somehow, I knew. I knew when I woke up crying. I knew when I felt him in my doorway. I knew he was saying goodbye.<br />
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I went to the hearing test with Finn. He passed the test with flying colors. I went home and left the kids with Chris and I went to Oma's house.<br />
Inside there was a flurry activity. Opa had already been picked up from the bedroom and everyone was gathering hospice equipment, collecting medications, doing laundry...I sat in the familyroom with Caroline and my Dad.<br />
Why was everyone moving so much? What was the big rush? I just felt like melting into the floor. I soon understood, they were moving, cleaning, organizing, because if they sat still for a moment, they too would crumble.<br />
"Who am I without him?" my Oma asked.<br />
Who are we without him? I wondered. He was our foundation...in ways I didn't appreciate until that moment. We all leaned on each other, and we were strong, but take away a pillar, and we cannot carry the load.<br />
I got to work myself, cleaning the carpet next to his bedside where he had spilled a cup of tea days before. I scrubbed the stain with his shoes sitting nearby. What do you do with his shoes? Do you leave them there? Clearly they won't be used again, but to put them away seemed too sad. Do you want to stare at the reminders that he is no longer there? Or do you want to stuff items away and act as if this didn't happen?<br />
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I finished cleaning the carpet and stood up to see his collection of candy on his dresser. A collection that has been there since before I was born. He had a crystal bowl full of hard candies that lived on that dresser and before we left our visit, the grandkids would parade down the hall to their bedroom where he would bring down the bowl and let us pick a piece. I remembered cherry candied gumballs, spearmint wheels, smarties rolls, cinnamon rounds, butterscotch discs, and chocolate peppermint patties. I saw tins of Altoids stacked up, each reused and filled with a different blend of candies. I distracted myself before breaking down and continued to "sort out" the house.<br />
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No one would have guessed back in September that we would only have 2 months. That we wouldn't make the holidays that were so precious to us all. We all knew this was coming, but we all sat in a daze at its swiftness. Before I left, I did ask Oma for one of the tins of candy. I just wanted to take a part of him home with me I guess. I placed the tin on my dresser...I haven't moved it since.<br />
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How can he be gone? My brain understands the answer, but my heart...my heart can hardly accept it.<br />
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That night, back at home, I went to change out of my clothes. As I pulled my shirt off and I smelled the scent of the carpet beside his bed. It hit me hard. Memories, voices, pictures, and moments in time crashed into my brain. I couldn't breathe and my hyperventilation syndrome kicked in fast. With a numb face and hands I walked into Chris' study sobbing. He laid beside me on the floor as I slowed down my breathing before I went completely carpopedal. My mind was racing.<br />
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It's all different now.<br />
Lines from movies kept filtering in my mind.<br />
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"Will we never all be together again?"<br />
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"I talked about [him] and the love he left behind."<br />
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"The world didn't care. Nobody cared...not like us..."<br />
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I have always been a fan of movies that deal with loss and grief, and now this haunting me...I remember praying to God, praying to Opa: "Please, please give me a sign he is ok. Let me know he is still among us, watching over us." I wanted some confirmation of his arrival into heaven like a Amazon delivery update.<br />
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The next few days were a blur. Throw in Thanksgiving and you basically have a day where everyone was collectively trying not to break into a panic attack with grief. Then, then you have to decorate for Christmas while feeling most un-jolly. We were gathering pictures for his memorial, I was putting together a slideshow (Opa loved our slideshows); Lorelai's birthday was also in that mix...it was all just a mess.<br />
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I sat looking at my Christmas tree. I have such beautiful ornaments with such significance...and yet, no ornament that really reminded me of Opa. I had to fix that. I printed out one of my favorite pictures of him and I put it in a tiny frame to place on my tree. He is holding baby Lorelai on his birthday, in his chair, smiling.<br />
I then wanted to make my mom something for her tree. I got crafting and I came up with something quite lovely. I felt better.<br />
Then something strange happened. I couldn't find my scissors. These scissors sit in my knife block on the kitchen. I have used practically daily for years and I have never misplaced them.<br />
There is something that happens in grief that is a lot like "pregnancy brain." You forget the simplest things, you are easily distracted, you are in the haze of "what was I just doing?"<br />
I chalked it up to that. I retraced my steps dozens of times. I looked in every possible place I had the scissors...even riffling through the trash. Nothing.<br />
This lasted for days, I was really very irritated.<br />
They finally revealed themselves to me days later. I found the scissors in the back corner, under the stool, in the pantry.<br />
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I spent a good half an hour trying to figure out how the heck they got back there. I had no explanation, but I was happy to have things in order again.<br />
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The memorial service came and went. I held it together well. The slideshow was (and is) still moving for me. We even have him playing the piano for the music. I think it would have made him proud.<br />
After the service we went back to Oma's. At one point my uncle was using Oma's scissors and didn't put them back in the designated spot. I heard her say:<br />
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"Put the scissors back, I need to know where my scissors are. I even made your father (my Opa) get his own scissors because he kept taking mine and leaving them in the strangest places."<br />
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I paused.<br />
I told Oma my disappearing scissor experience and she showed me the scissors he got for himself. His scissors were just like the pair that went missing. My sign? My sign that he is ok, that he is watching over us, still apart of us? I took this whole bizarre event as a "yes." I still don't know why the scissors, it was not the sign I was expecting...but I did use them while cutting out pictures of him. I don't have an explanation, and I may be reading too much into it...but it filled my heart with hope.<br />
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I still have moments where tears flood my face. I suspect I will have that for awhile, even with my sign. Knowing he is in the most beautiful place possible with all his dogs and other family helps, but his absence is glaring and saddening.<br />
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Christmas Eve we will walk into that house and a part of me will still expect to see him sitting in his chair, smiling. Even though I won't see it, I have a feeling he will still be there. As he said before he died with a single tear on his face: Family. Family is everything.<br />
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We love you Opa, we miss you.Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-50157084898616799832018-10-04T21:45:00.001-05:002018-10-04T21:46:49.296-05:00Do What You Gotta DoIf you get your kid to recite the list of DC's Super Hero Girls' pets and their names to derail a panic attack at Ikea, you might be a spectrum mom.<br />
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Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-78083845245134506592018-09-28T22:13:00.001-05:002018-09-28T22:14:56.918-05:00Entering the Aspie WorldBack in March I wrote a <a href="http://lewislifestyle.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-syndrome-mix.html" target="_blank">BLOG ENTRY</a> describing Lorelai's recent struggles. Today, I will update.<br />
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We have been seeing a behavioral counselor for about 6 months now, and well, while she has gotten a bit more calm in certain situations, she has plateaued in most areas. She also has developed more difficulties over the summer. We now struggle with school work due to intense, immediate anxiety, and she has developed a sleep disorder. (To be fair, this could have been going on longer than I realized but we are very aware of it now.) She either takes hours to fall asleep and/or she wakes up for no apparent reason and takes 1-3 hours to fall back asleep.<br />
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I talked to her doctor and his nurses and he prescribed her an anti-anxiety medication (the one he recommended back in March) and we started her on it a few weeks ago. Since then we have seen minimal progress with general behavior and her sleep issues had zero change. The doctor said to try Melatonin or Benadryl to help her get to sleep. While this helped her get to sleep quickly, she was still waking up almost every single night for hours at a time. This past Thursday we saw her doctor and discussed her difficulties, her behavior, her progress with the meds (and lack thereof), and general observations and concerns. Ever the prepared student, I had compiled another list of all these things (along with a sleep log I did not take).<br />
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After talking with him, after he consulted with her counselor, after reading my list, after interacting with Lorelai, he has altered her diagnosis. While she does suffer from high anxiety (her previous diagnosis) and she has OCD (also her first diagnosis) we now see she deals with a lot of sensory processing issues, of course the sleep disturbances, and possibly dyslexia...all these things are pointing to a more cohesive diagnosis, one that falls on the spectrum. For those who wonder what that means, it means the Autism Spectrum. He was very quick to point out just high-functioning she is, and I had no doubt about that; this makes her fall into the Asperger side of the spectrum. He asked if I was surprised to hear that, and the answer was: No.<br />
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Ever since I started noticing her "quirks" and difficulties (some track since age 2) I wondered. As the years went on and the traits started piling up, I had a pretty solid feeling there was something more to it. While she does deal with a lot of anxiety and OCD, it is not in typical, traditional ways. Her initial diagnosis was a starting point, but I had it on pretty good authority that we would end up here; in the Aspie world.<br />
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A few people have asked "how do you feel" about her new diagnosis, and honestly, I feel very much the same as I did before Thursday. There is a slight difference I suppose...I feel confident that all my research and reading has prepared me to help my child and get her the assistance she needs. I feel relieved that I was not over-analyzing her; my instincts were correct. I feel a bit overwhelmed at the longevity of her confusing and bumpy path, but I also feel this is more than manageable, this will all work out the way she needs it to. Everyone is in her corner. Her doctor, her counselor, her family, our friends...plus, she is stubborn as hell, she won't quit until she's good and happy. (I mean that in the best possible sense...most of the time.) ;-)<br />
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Her doctor expressed his confidence that even though we won't figure out what works for her over night, he feels strongly he can help her. We all need to be patient and persistent with her meds, her counseling, her schooling, and with her precious little spirit.<br />
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She is quirky, sure; but more importantly she is smart, loving, inventive, and one of my very favorite people to be around. Asperger's just got a whole lot cooler. I would expect so, they just got a "Fairy-Robot-Pirate-Princess." ♥<br />
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Last Friday, we had a behavioral assessment with Lorelai and her pediatrician (who specializes in behavior disorders). I came in the room with a literal list of behaviors and tendencies I have noticed with Lorelai. Some are more recent, and some have been characteristics of hers for years. After our assessment, her doctor diagnosed her with a General Anxiety Disorder (<a href="http://www.stanfordchildrens.org/en/topic/default?id=generalized-anxiety-disorder-in-children-and-adolescents-90-P02565" target="_blank">GAD</a>) and a degree of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (<a href="http://beyondocd.org/information-for-parents/helping-a-child-who-has-ocd" target="_blank">OCD</a>). He informed me, at this point, Asperger's was still a possibility, but he was unable to diagnose her with such so early on in his evaluation. He recommended behavioral counseling with the option of introducing medication if counseling does not help her through her current issues. Basically, she falls in the "<a href="http://www.parentguidenews.com/Articles/TheSyndromeMix" target="_blank">Syndrome Mix</a>."<br />
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We met with the counselor today, and I am very encouraged. She is warm, friendly, and supportive. She uses art therapy and hands on applications. She is going to help Lorelai identify what anxiety is, what it feels like to her, and how to recognize the different intensities of anxiety with certain situations. She will work with her to relax on her routines, object placement, and repetitive actions.<br />
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While we are just starting out on this journey, I feel we are arming Lorelai with the skills she needs to go on and live a more peaceful life. While her anxiety, obsessions, and compulsions will never completely subside, the goal is to teach her to work through them and push past them to reach a more comfortable state of mind. Medication might be added, diagnosis might be altered, but the goal remains the same.<br />
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I struggled with sharing this with people outside the family. I felt by announcing this I would be labeling her with some sort of negativity. After thinking, stressing, researching, talking, and thinking about it again...and again, I decided that I will not let this diagnosis define her and restrict her. While it changes how she may process things, she is still wonderfully Lorelai...and being self aware and mentally fit is never a negative.<br />
There are so many kids out there battling anxiety, OCD, autism, depression, self-esteem, etc. My child is very high-functioning with her issues, but other families are not so lucky. These diseases should not strike fear or concern. Each child with special needs, whether great or small, deserves patience and kindness. Lorelai has a long enough journey ahead of her without worrying about the stigmas that come with these labels. I won't hide her GAD/OCD because I am afraid how other's may react. If you have Lorelai in your life, you have all of Lorelai.<br />
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She is passionate, intelligent, clever, thoughtful, funny, kind, reflective, and honest. She's got this.<br />
Not a doubt in my mind, she's got this.<br />
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M.LEWIS Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-22534261536981656942017-08-16T10:05:00.002-05:002017-08-16T10:05:38.092-05:00The Current State of Humanity"It's a long road to wisdom but it's a short one to being ignored."<br />
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This quote is from a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI5Xpl7H5O4" target="_blank">song</a>. It struck me. In a world of quick posts and picture uploads we take just a few seconds to share how we feel and what we think. We read the news, see the pictures, and watch the video footage and we get all worked up. Frustration, anger, confusion, these things spiral together inciting a post expressing our opinions and we feel a bit better. We let "the world" know how we feel and where we stand. We pride ourselves in "doing something about it." All of us have done this in some capacity at point or another. Is the world a better place now that we have all stood up to injustice? I mean, it should be a lovely, peaceful place seeing all the Facebook statuses, the Twitter posts, the Instagram uploads...but it's not.<br />
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Words are wonderful. A beautifully constructed sentence can inspire and motivate anyone to be stronger, braver, and more compassionate. Quotes about past wisdom and experience can open our minds to new perspectives, new aspirations. Words can start progress. Words are just the beginning...but most falter on what should happen next. We do not follow through.<br />
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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."<br />
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This quote from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. has been shared countless times. It should be shared. It's a wonderful quote. Simple, visual, inspiring, and well, correct. His words are meant to drive you to shine light in dark places. Dark places like the over-looked corners of our communities that are in desperate need of basic needs. Food, water, clothing, shelter...kindness...compassion. Dark places of the mind. Depression, PTSD, bipolar disorder, drug addiction, alcoholism...hopelessness...fear. Dark places of the heart. Racism, bigotry, prejudices of all kinds...anger...hate.<br />
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You have shared the quote on social media, but what have you done to drive out the darkness? Have you given to a community pantry? Have you donated school supplies to children who can afford them? Have you volunteered at a homeless or domestic abuse shelter? Have you given money to help provide medical attention to new mothers and their babies? Have you volunteered at a crisis line? Have you donated clothes, coats, and shoes to those whom have none? Have you acknowledged that we <i>all </i>could do so much more for one another? Giving kindness and compassion to those who are less fortunate is not just telling them "you care," it's accomplishing something so much greater, it's <i>showing</i> them "you care." You care about their well-being, you care about their children and their future. It is addressing the darkness that looms over them and it is providing them a light to hold on to. A small, but strong symbol they can lean on at their weakest. If everyone provided more light instead of just talking about it, the darkness we see will not feel so overwhelming. The light of compassion does not filter through race, religion, gender, or any other label.<br />
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Providing kindness and caring to those in need is a long road. 140 characters on your beliefs is at most a quick fix, but quick fixes will fade and be forgotten. We all can and <i>should</i> do more.<br />
Action is our greatest tool to drive out darkness, not words...words are just the beginning.<br />
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Find ways to spread the light here: https://greatnonprofits.org/Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-59447932707154069822017-06-03T15:04:00.003-05:002017-06-03T15:04:59.731-05:00Summer Means "Get Things Done"Goals for this summer:<br />
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<li>Organize the laundry room</li>
<li>Clean out and organize the garage (BIG job)</li>
<li>Pack and store all baby/small clothes and shoes</li>
<li>Fully move Finn into his room (meaning everything from my room - diapers/clothes/wipes/hamper/blankets/dresser,etc)</li>
<li>Paint the girls' rooms (green and pink, respectively)</li>
<li>Refinish/paint a couple different pieces of small furniture</li>
<li>Add more dirt/mulch to the new tree out front and reset the stakes</li>
<li>Clean out and organize guest room closet</li>
<li>Add extra caulking around the windows</li>
<li>Baby proof outlets/cabinets/sharp furniture (we have a crawler!)</li>
<li>Buy and install at least 2 ceiling fans </li>
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I'm sure there is more that needs to be done, but these are the main jobs I want to accomplish...and all these need to be done in 3 months with 3 kids, not including VBS, Lego camp, and who knows what else. I may have set my goals on the lofty side. We'll see! I mean, it gets dang hot here, fast...I don't do outside and hot at the same time...got to have something to do. ;-)<br />
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M.LEWISLiving the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-47140331716455943202017-03-29T15:46:00.000-05:002017-04-03T21:25:17.893-05:00Decorative BeadsOk, this "copycat for less" post is inspired by this lovely lady's design. (See below) I stumbled upon these and loved them.<br />
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Yes, they serve no other purpose but to look pretty, but for this designer, that's enough. So, I decided to make my own.<br />
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Wooden beads, crocheted beads, loose glass/gemstone beads, and ribbon. All through <a href="http://amazon.com/" target="_blank">amazon</a>. I like it, there are things I would do differently if I chose to make again, but I still love the look! I think they would make great gifts too.<br />
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Wooden beads: https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B01FM56K3I/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o02_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1<br />
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Crocheted beads: https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B01IBD099E/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o02_s01?ie=UTF8&psc=1<br />
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If I give it another go around, I will update!<br />
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UPDATE::: The Aloha Bead's newest design...looks familiar! ;-) ;-)<br />
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<br />Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-53227233905263615322017-03-07T14:05:00.001-06:002017-03-07T14:05:53.522-06:00The Day I Found Out I Didn't Have CancerYou might have heard, March is Colon Cancer Awareness month. Haven't heard? That's okay, I didn't know that until this year. I probably wouldn't even have given it a second thought...but this year is different. This year had a surprise for me.<br />
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New Year's day I got quite a shock. No one is prepared to see blood where blood shouldn't be...but that's where I found myself. Using the restroom, finding blood. I initially panicked, but calmed down. I called my OB thinking it was due to Finn's delivery. She agreed that hemorrhoids from delivery sounded like the most likely culprit. I scheduled an appointment for an exam.</div>
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The preparation was hell. I won't dive into that...but man...that was the least amount of fun I've had ever. Adverse side effects to the prescription was torture, and all I was focused on was not doing this again for another 20 years. (50 years old is the typically <i>start</i> age for colon cancer screening, aka colonoscopy.)</div>
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Internal hemorrhoids were found; the cause of my bleeding. Then, something I wasn't expecting. 4 polyps were found, removed, and tagged for biopsy.</div>
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All 4 were benign (not cancer). Hallelujah!</div>
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3 were a type of polyp that could never be cancerous...but 1, 1 was considered precancerous. 1 polyp, if left undetected, would most likely develop into cancer within the next 10 years. Meaning, before the age of 40, I would be getting very different results from my biopsy...if I even showed symptoms at all to schedule a colonoscopy.</div>
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Colon cancer is usually undetected until it is advanced with noticeable symptoms, which is why screenings are recommended before cancer can develop. Again, they recommend screenings starting at age 50, and rescreening every 10 years. Again, I am 30 years old. That's quite a gap.</div>
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While I never had cancer, I had something that most likely was growing into cancer. Minor complications from Finn's delivery made these findings possible. What started out with me "blaming" my big baby boy, evolved into me thanking God for this wonky detour in my life path. Without Finn and his size, I wouldn't have formed internal hemorrhoids; without hemorrhoids, no blood; no blood, no colonoscopy; no colonoscopy, no discovery and removal of precancerous polyp. I do not like thinking about the alternate journey.</div>
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Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-4497029238461078102017-02-21T09:33:00.000-06:002017-02-21T09:33:34.601-06:00Silhouette Portrait ProjectI have been reorganizing and re-situating things lately. When we moved in 2 Octobers ago, I put things up fairly quickly. Mainly because I wanted it to feel like home, but also, having things sit around in boxes drives me nuts. I found a decent spot, and hung it up. It's been fine, but lately I have been wanting to really design areas I just passed over before. With this comes brainstorming and budgeting.<br />
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I had a collection of 3 mirrors I got awhile ago and was never too thrilled about where I had them. Mirrors are tricky. I like the concept of bouncing off light and making a space feel bigger, but placed too low and I catch my face. It's not a terrible face, but I don't care to see myself two dozen times a day as I walk down the hall.<br />
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Next, you print out the pictures. You then do something sort of strange and trace their profile with a pen/marker, color their cute little faces black with a thick marker, and then cut out. Now, if you notice, I took some creative liberties on filling in certain features that didn't make it into frame, but their noses, lips, foreheads, eyelashes...all the stuff that makes up their perfect portrait, that's all original. ;-)</div>
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<br />Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-52601447840058375602017-01-28T21:46:00.000-06:002017-01-28T21:46:13.388-06:00Antique Window ProjectYay! Project time!<br />
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It's been awhile since I've had a project to do. With a newborn, homeschooling a kindergartner, and stubborn as-all-get-out 3 year old, I have had a lot on my plate...which comes with a fair amount of stress. I needed something creative to do to relax. What better than making something pretty for the house?<br />
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I have always loved the look of those antique window frames used as wall decor. Examples:::<br />
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Unfortunately, with most things I like, the cost for a true vintage window (especially the size one I wanted) would cost around $75 at least.</div>
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So, as usual, it was off to Hobby Lobby for supplies so I could make my own version for less.</div>
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I bought the wood, 2 paint colors, the crackle glaze, and a pack of sponge brushes. (Antiquing paint I already owned.) Grand total: $33.<div>
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The last piece of my design plan arrived today, and it's safe to say, I love it.<br />
(Excuse the cell phone pictures, my youngest has been fussy all day, so it's amazing I could do it all.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think the wood coasters add a real rustic edge I love.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here you can see how the tablescape ties into the collection of vintage botanical prints I have on the wall. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The decorative edge on the burlap runner adds a bit of delicateness needed for a diningroom, but still keeping things causal. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Close up on the pip berry rings...I love the collection of colors in the rings. Also, another angle on the votives, every one is different.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And one last shot of the pip berries. :)</td></tr>
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My latest purchase (before we were hit by the strep monster):<br />
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If look beyond my nativity scene, you will see tall, wrought iron taper candlesticks. 3 different sizes ranging from around 24" down to around 18". Bought at <a href="http://www.hobbylobby.com/" target="_blank">Hobby Lobby</a> at 50% off. Purchase price: $10/$8.50/$7. Total (including tax) : $55<br />
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I found these <a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/" target="_blank">Pottery Barn</a> candle sticks (out of stock) for far more:<br />
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Large one alone $50, smaller $35...before tax. If I got 3 of each size, to get the same tablescape look, the total would be (including tax): $276<br />
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I love Pottery Barn and will happily spend gift cards there, but overall, Hobby Lobby just makes far more sense. Get the look and don't be broke. ;-)<br />
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I look forward to playing around with the candlesticks after Christmas and the nativity scene is put away.<br />
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M.LEWISLiving the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-81660361017241070892016-12-11T15:20:00.003-06:002016-12-11T15:23:51.067-06:00Finn's ArrivalThe more kids I have, the more time goes by in between posts...sorry about that.<br />
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I did want to write down my experience delivering Finn before too much time went by...I have my accounts of the girls, and he needs one too. :-)<br />
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Since Mr. Finnian was measuring so big for so long, they scheduled me for induction asap. His due date was 10/23 and he was scheduled for an early arrival on 10/17.<br />
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That morning we dropped the girls off at my mom's and Chris and I went to the hospital around 7am. Pitocin, antibiotics, and extra fluids in IV's by 8am. I knew the drill and we were cruising along nicely. My Dr. checked on me around 10am and said she hoped for a "lunch baby." A few hours away? OK!<br />
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I got my epidural in around 11am (I was on the fence for half of the pregnancy about getting one...the first half...due to the failure of my epidural with Addy.) and boy, was it needed. Dilation progressed quickly after the epidural and around 12:45pm and when my Dr. came in to check on me then, I was 12cm dilated (yes, 12!) and I was in a lot of pain (even with the epidural) and I wanted this baby boy out! It seemed to take forever, squeezing Chris' hand, waiting for the Dr. and nurses to set up everything. When it was time to push, I was more than ready!<br />
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It took only 3 rounds of pushing (approx 10 mins) before I was told to stop. "Oh, he's heavy." I heard my Dr. say...but that's something I knew already. ;-) I felt some tugging, and then, I heard the best sound in the world. The cries of my Finn filled the room. He was here! I then saw his cute, chubby face and he was placed on my chest. Gooey, swollen, and beautiful, Chris and I finally met our son.<br />
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"Let's weigh him...I want to know how heavy he is." my Dr. said after about 20 minutes of cleaning and cuddling.<br />
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9lb 7oz; 20 3/4 in, Finnian George Lewis was born at 1:08pm on 10/17/16.<br />
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Big, cuddly, sweet, and the perfect addition to our family; everyone was overjoyed to have Finn in the family...especially Lorelai and Adalaide. They are the proudest and most loving of big sisters...which makes my heart happy.<br />
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While Finn is definitely my biggest baby, with the most uncomfortable pregnancy...his delivery was the fastest. Recovery took much longer with him. It may be his size, or the fact that I have 2 kids already at home, but my body took much longer to regain strength and endurance. He doesn't sleep as long as I would like at night, but we're getting there. Breastfeeding has been a struggle (just like the girls) but he is happy and healthy with supplementing with formula...actually it's more like formula with breastmilk supplementing...that's how unefficient my body is, but oh well. Yes, I know all the tips and tricks, the herbs, the vitamins, and special tea...it's just the way it is...and I'm ok with that. My pediatrician is supportive and I have no serious worries about his growing and development. I have been blessed with 3 healthy children!<br />
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Now, to tend to the little man himself...<br />
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Welcome to the world Finn, you are where you belong for sure ♥<br />
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Well, I do have something to write about now, and that's worth sharing...<br />
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As you know, we are expecting baby #3, and a couple weeks ago we found out this baby is a boy! We are all very excited, but of course, the name battle was waiting. Luckily, Chris and I don't spar too long on a name once we know pink or blue. This time was no different. After a week or so, we have landed on a name! Baby boy is named Finnian George Lewis. We'll call him Finn.<br />
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Once a name was in place, his nursery setup was required. I blame a little of my early preparation on nesting, but mainly on the part of my personality that likes to be organized and ready-to-go far before it's necessary. Along with his bedroom, I have to make his crocheted baby blanket (my SiL has graciously offered to make him a quilt, it's going to be lovely) and I have to make his Christmas stocking. Early? Yes. But I do not want to be cutting and sewing while holding a baby...beads, sequins...yeah, no thanks.<br />
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But first, his room.<br />
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When we built the house we made sure we had 3 bedrooms for kids...we knew we weren't done yet. It already had the baby crib, the glider and ottoman, and dresser/changing table placed. I already bought some curtains for the window and had one shelf installed.<br />
The furniture is all dark, for it was less expensive and easy to match back when we bought it for baby Lorelai. Worked fine for the girls with their pinks and greens, and works even better with blues! Thinking long term since the beginning, we made sure none of our big baby items were gender specific. Who wants to re-buy everything?!<br />
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The theme I fell in love with for Finn? Woodland mountains. Moose, bears, pine trees, camping...it fit my style, and it was different from the apparently popular nautical themes. Boats, fishing, lighthouses...no thanks.<br />
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I painted the shelf brackets gray and covered the white shelves with dark contact paper to blend in better with the furniture (and theme) and to take away some of the delicateness from the girls' hand-me-downs.<br />
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I stuck with basic patterns and colors for the main bedding and such and made the theme an "easy to take down later" feature with inexpensive wall decals and wall hangings. It's all about long-term functionality, people.<br />
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I found a set of animal wall stickers I loved for not that much $, but I couldn't find pine trees by themselves. I made them...exactly what I wanted, and for far cheaper than I could buy. The combination worked out very well. With a trip to Hobby Lobby and Target for the other accessories, I was done pulling together the space in a few days. Thank you, Amazon Prime for being a big part of the timeline. The goal was something cute, engaging, fast, and inexpensive. DIY did play a part, and here is the results:<br />
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Just like his sisters before him, I made him his name with custom colors and patterns. The wooden letters were ~$1.50 a piece before sales/coupons at Hobby Lobby. Paint ~$1 for each color (navy, gray, sage, and light blue). Total for wooden name: ~$11.50<div>
The tree decals I made simply from a roll of green contact paper and a roll of wood grain printed contact paper. I drew the shapes and cut them out...easy. Total for contact paper: $17</div>
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<a href="http://www.target.com/p/knit-fitted-crib-sheet-circo/-/A-17286434" target="_blank">Baby blue bedding</a> and <a href="http://www.target.com/p/circo-dot-crib-skirt/-/A-17004989" target="_blank">gray crib skirt</a> from Target. Both on sale for a total of: ~$23</div>
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The green blanket is a place-holder for my hand-made baby blanket...so much work left. (And the quilt!)</div>
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Wooden rocking horse, mine from when I was little, and random bin of toys...yeah, that's been around for a while too. </div>
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The arrow, paddle, and stars were also purchased at Hobby Lobby. The stars came unfinished, but I had the paint at home for them already. $5 each before sale. The paddle was the "big" purchase at $17...no coupon... and the arrow was ~$12. Total for name accessories: ~$35</div>
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Here is his mobile. It was the girls', but I stripped it of the girly parts and made my own pieces to fit my theme. Made out of felt, the mountain, teepee, tree, and arrow were a great .33c a piece buy. simply cut out and glue. The jute rope I had on hand, and I just covered the arms for some color and texture. Total for mobile makeover: ~$1.45!</div>
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Here you see some forest animal stickers and tree decals. They came in a set (more animals in a minute) from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ivenf-Animals-Cartoon-Removable-Stickers/dp/B00V2C4XR6?ie=UTF8&psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o02_s01" target="_blank">Amazon</a> for $16. You also that I used left-over wood grain paper to cover the shelf. I painted the brackets gray with on-hand chalk paint (love that stuff) and I got the book/toy shelf from Addy's room. It never matched her stuff, so I bought her a <a href="http://www.target.com/p/room-essentials-3-shelf-bookcase-white/-/A-47981607" target="_blank">white bookcase</a> and stole this guy. Round about price for putting this shelf here, $18. The bins were an additional $16...the toys on the shelf, our collection compiled over the years.</div>
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Sounds like a lot? It did to me when listing it all, but it really was reasonable. Total for all new purchases: $201.95 My goal was $200...so I did go over a little bit, but not by much!<br />
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Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-11124648235844180842016-04-19T17:13:00.000-05:002016-04-19T17:13:13.846-05:00McKenzie's FlowerFor hours now my mind has been racing, and my heart has been aching.<br />
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As many of you have know, I have been following and sharing a little girl's journey through cancer. Kenzie, 2, was diagnosed last spring/summer with neuroblastoma. Her story was shared with me by a mutual friend, and instantly, this child had my heart. She was a cute, blonde- haired, blue-eyed little girl who loved Disney princesses. I immediately saw Addy in her. Addy was also 2 at the time, and well, the rest of the similarities are evident.<br />
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I ran the #Kenzie5k and donated multiple times to their <a href="https://www.gofundme.com/kenziescancer" target="_blank">GoFundMe page</a> (any additional donations would be greatly appreciated) and I prayed for Kenzie and her family every night. The mom in me was sure that this little girl would make it, for no mother should lose their toddler to cancer...<br />
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As the months went on, Kenzie's condition grew more complicated, and her prognosis became grim. I still prayed along with many, many others for her health to improve, her pain to disappear, and for her to feel no fear, just peace...and yet, she did not get better.<br />
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Lately, it was painful to read the updates, to see the pictures, to watch the videos...this little girl who reminded me so much of my spunky little one, was in fact, dying. She became weak, tired, more in pain, uncomfortable, and unhappy...to say the least. Tumors grew, mishaping her sweet face and paralyzing her tiny body. I would always look at Addy, even on her most difficult days, and thank God for every tantrum, every whine...for she had the energy to be 2...now 3.<br />
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Sadly, Kenzie won't have another birthday like Addy.<br />
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Kenzie died today, surrounded by her parents and family. A little soul taken far too soon.<br />
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I struggle with this. Not only for my children currently happy and healthy, but for the new baby growing inside me. This little helpless creature whom I love as much as their siblings before them. What's to say this can't happen to me? To them? They are not the only ones who are helpless.<br />
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This morning, before Kenzie's passing, I noticed something odd. I have this rosemary plant on my porch, which I have had for over 5 months. (I know, I haven't killed it, that in itself is a miracle.) Today, something was different. Today I noticed there was a single, small flower blooming in the middle of the plant. I didn't even know rosemary produced flowers...but there it was.<br />
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Fast forward to this afternoon, and I felt the strong urge to do something after hearing of Kenzie's passing. I didn't know what, but again, that mom in me wanted to show the love for this little girl. I just sort of stood there, shocked, heartbroken, and lost...I then remembered the flower.<br />
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That little purple flower...purple...Kenzie's favorite color.<br />
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Somehow in that minute, I realized Kenzie didn't need to be shown love. She had all the love she needed. Even in the midst of her painful fight against cancer, she was given everything that she needed. Her parents, her brother, the support of hundreds...she was given everything she needed here on earth, and in the end, what more could we ask for? God was showing me that my prayers were not ignored, he heard them all; not just my prayers, the thousands of prayers regarding sweet Kenzie. Kenzie would be healed, Kenzie's pain would fade, and she would feel no fear...all in his time, in his way.<br />
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Her death still brings tears to my eyes. The loss of a child is something I pray I may never experience...but all I can do is give my children everything they need while we are together. Unconditional love, understanding, support, patience, and the occasional treat.<br />
The grief her parents and family are going through must be agonizing...and while I know with their faith they will work through it, I know Kenzie will be in their hearts and minds forever...as she will also be in mine; along the hundreds of others who cared for Kenzie...and for all the children who's stories are like Kenzie's.<br />
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I have been watching butterflies visit the small purple flower all afternoon, and I choose to see the symbolism in it...angels welcoming McKenzie home...<br />
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Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-73162355406884266882016-03-23T09:55:00.001-05:002016-03-23T09:55:42.260-05:00Surprise! Baby #3 and other News<br />
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We're adding to this crazy brood again! Baby #3 to arrive mid-late October! A lot of people are making comments like "try for a boy" "hope it's a boy" "maybe you'll finally get a boy". Maybe I shouldn't mind, but come on people, boy or girl, this baby is a blessing and I honestly don't care if we end up with 3 awesome girls or 2 awesome girls and an awesome boy. (Sorry I used the word awesome so much.) I just want to emphasize that the child is what it is, and the child itself is more than enough. So pink or blue, don't have expectations for us, thanks. ;) ♥</div>
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We already had 1 lacebark elm (pic 3) and a chinese pistachio (pic 1 - almost out of frame on right) and another chinese pistachio in the front; but we wanted to line our fence more and get rid of that "barren" feeling. We picked out a total of 3 crepe myrtles (the leafless guys), 2 magnolias (the dark green guys in the corners) and 3 east palatka holly trees (the 3 in a row on pic 1). I am very happy with our selection and placement. Phase 1 of transforming the yard complete! :-D</div>
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We've been in the house for a little over 5 months now, and yes, it feels like home, though it felt that way since we first moved in. Completely unpacked and almost fully decorated, I can't imagine being anywhere else. We plan to plant several new trees in the backyard this spring, along with getting a small shed for the backyard tools. This will be our next adventure with the house. The goal is to get things planted before they start building phase 2...that will be noisy and just across the fence.<br />
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I look forward to this spring. I barely saw my trees with leaves on, and barely remember what my new yard looks with green grass. Now that we are settled inside, I am excited to plan and design the outside to our taste. Eventually we want a "campfire" corner, and maybe even a natural-grown teepee.<br />
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The dogs are keeping me on my toes, mainly Nora. She is still chewing and eating items she shouldn't like a little puppy...but also finding new ways to visit the vet...like a broken toe. She still has tons of energy and tries to knock over anyone who visits with aggressive puppy hugs and kisses. Her love for people is amazing, and exhausting. Phoebe is delightfully small and easy to handle...though loud.</div>
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Adalaide's birthday is in a week and a half (ah!) and I am just now preparing my mind for what I need to do. All will be accomplished on time, of course. Charlie Brown/Snoopy party for this girl. Loves, loves, loves it. I am still figuring out her cake...we'll see. ;-)</div>
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Back in the day, a friend told me when one doesn't blog as much, it's not because they don't have anything to share...they are just too busy living their life. That theory fits me right now.<br />
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We have been in the house about 3.5 months, and we are loving it. Here is a list of general thoughts and updates as of late:<br />
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Chris is finally working for his family's company and enjoying it very much.<br />
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My grandparents are in good health.<br />
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My girls are a handful, but they even things out by being so cute.<br />
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The dogs have been pretty good about the house. Nora is the only one I catch doing things like...digging up the sprinkler heads and using them as chew toys. Huskies, man...they have energy.<br />
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I am very pleased and practically finished decorating our new house. I owe it all to Target, Ikea, Hobby Lobby, and gift cards to Pottery Barn and Pier 1. It's a lovely mix of mountain cabin, farm house, and modern cottage. Focus is mainly on cabin...I am bringing Colorado (my happy place) here. It feels nice.<br />
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Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's were all nice, low-key, and family-oriented.<br />
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I am still wanting and waiting for snow.<br />
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I got an exercise bike with a gift card, it's coming in handy.<br />
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I have been following this little girl, Kenzie, and her journey through fighting cancer. She is 2, and her mother is an example to all of us. Faith, hope, love, and patience...I am in awe. Their story keeps our life's problems in perspective.<br />
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Adalaide went to the nutritionist today. She is up in height, and climbing slowly in weight. I have to order a special meal supplement. It is crazy expensive. Right now, it's a free trial. If Addy likes it, and it helps her, we are going to see if our insurance will cover it. Otherwise...we will have to use it like 3 times a week instead of daily or something...man, if she would just eat more! I'll give her grief for this when she's older, asking me to buy her new clothes or makeup. :P<br />
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Lorelai is stubborn, but creative and funny. She is on the verge of joining a soccer team or a gymnastics class. She has one hurdle she really needs to conquer before that can happen...but she's close.<br />
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And yes, we are still homeschooling. I feel like everyone has forgotten that. Asking me when Lorelai is going off to school quite often. No, your forced smiles and elongated "Ohhhhhh"'s don't sway me. We are going to rock it.<br />
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<br />Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-49414240321438066292015-12-10T09:14:00.002-06:002015-12-10T09:14:36.041-06:00American Resolve<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's been a while, hello again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'd like to take a few minutes and express my thoughts and feelings about the current humanitarian state of our country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">On my facebook page I seeing dozens and dozens of posts supporting Muslims and refugees. I suppose Trump is the main reason for the sudden influx of posts, but it has been a major topic for weeks, months. You either have people who are freely excepting the refugees with open arms and smiles or you have people who shy away from them, pushing them aside, saying "let's help you from afar."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Who is right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Surprisingly, there is no right action; at least not in my eyes. I admire those with unwavering, heart-felt welcomes. I think those people are full of hope and compassion. I understand those with timid, fearful reactions, understanding those people need assistance, but would rather not have next door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We start to point fingers, call names, and openly condemn those with feel different from us. To be honest, I feel this a pattern with the current politicians both currently elected, and running their big mouths hoping to be elected...but that's another post for another time. <br />We allow there to be a divide, a critical separation of our own citizens. I'll be honest again, I am one of those who would very much like to help those poor, victimized people...but from afar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Does that make me racist? Does that make me a bigot? Does that make me uncaring and cold?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You see, I was 14 when the events of September 11 took place. I remember life before that day, and I see the long-lingering affects of that day on a regular basis. We are still scared. We are scared that simple tasks like going to work, going to the grocery store, eating at a restaurant, or going to the movie theater, could be life-ending.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I do get uncomfortable sometimes when a individual walks into a public place with hijab, or a turban. I don't like that my first reaction is fear, but it is. I am never rude to them, I hold open the door for them, I smile. I am polite and kind, but in the back of my mind I am wondering if there is more to them than I see. That's not their fault. They are victims too. Because of Al Qaeda, the Taliban, and ISIS our reaction is fear. The goal from those groups, after all, was this. To strike fear and incite chaos amongst innocent people. Through this they gain power and control. Through this, they win.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's hard not to make the association between the Muslims of the world and these radical terrorist groups. The terrorists after all masquerade themselves as innocent, Muslim human beings. That's how they blend in and infiltrate our societies...that's when they make their move. That's when we all suffer. That's when they expose their true selves. Cruel, ruthless creatures, twisted and unfathomably evil. They not only mock the Muslim people, but of all humanity. Their intent so devious, so methodically planned out, their very own conscious must have been obliterated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">These individuals are what we are trying to protect ourselves from. These individuals that hide in the shadows of their own victims only to attack again. These individuals who pray on the good nature of humanity and steal good souls from the earth. These individuals we cannot identify, these individuals are counting on that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do not call me uncaring because I do not want to find myself huddled on the floor begging for my children's lives. Do not call me racist because the enemy is purposefully dressing themselves up as the innocent civilians of the middle east. Do not call me a bigot because my views differ from yours. Do not label me as "wrong" simply because you think you are right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do not turn on one another, when we do we become divided, and therefore, weak. ISIS feeds on the weak. This country only seems to come together when something horrific takes place. When lives are lost and other lives are destroyed forever. I am a reasonable, hard-working, understanding, compassionate mother, wife, daughter, and friend. Do not let the terrorists win by making me the "bad guy." My feelings are justifiable. I watch my children grow and I fear for the world they will inherit...all I want is to defend them and their future.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The battle of good and evil wages on and into depths I cannot imagine. I just want my babies to be safe, that feeling is shared among all families, no matter what religion or race they are. I don't pretend to have a solution, I just don't want to end up another victim...I don't want my children to end up another victim. I just want to keep my home safe. Surely that is something we can all agree on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I accept there will be refugees, and I want to help those who need help the most. I just pray to God that we don't get fooled again.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;">Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shatter steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve."</span></span></div>
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Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-84822204888488147302015-10-26T09:53:00.000-05:002015-10-26T09:53:27.062-05:00I Got ThisRemember my last several posts when I talk about posting pictures of the house? Well...it's not happening this post either. Sorry.<br />
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I keep finding more things to put away, rearrange, etc. I have a lot of energy when it comes to designing a space, but when it comes to staging it and taking a picture I fizzle. I think this means I'm still tired. I love a good before and after photo, but when it comes down to doing it...I don't.<br />
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Last week took a lot of patience, and even then, I needed more. Addy's terrible-2-personality was in full-swing, making things difficult to accomplish...and any task frustrating due to all the crying. Lorelai has had some issues with the multiple moves, but that should settle down soon seeing as we are not doing this again for a long while (and hopefully never).<br />
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Tasks for the past week:<br />
Fix the leaky faucet in the guest bathroom<br />
Organize and start the picture slideshow for my Grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary<br />
Appropriately evict any and all ants that have worked their way inside<br />
Finish setting up the entry hall and dining room<br />
Create a photo book on the building of our house<br />
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These things I had planned (the ants were a last minute add-on).<br />
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The things that came up unexpectedly:<br />
Fix the toilet in the master bathroom<br />
Fix the washing machine so I can provide everyone clothes<br />
Spend the entire weekend installing 2 ceiling fans in the girls' rooms<br />
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I planned to fix the faucet myself because (even though it's under warranty) I didn't want to call and schedule a plumber, wait around for 4 hours for a 3 minute job, and have my dogs lose their sanity because someone new was over. I went to Lowe's for the part after spending some time learning what that part was. I couldn't locate it in the store and my kids were out of control that morning and I had to leave without getting anything. I then ordered the part online.<br />
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The more I work on the slideshow, the more work I create for the slideshow. This will take some quality time to finish by Thanksgiving. It doesn't help that I can only work on it at my mom's house...that gives me about 3 hours a day divided between Addy's needs, Lorelai's needs, lunch, and drive time. Oy.<br />
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I think I have the ant issue under control. It's not a huge deal. Ants happen, especially when we get dumped with 5 inches of rain in 2 days.<br />
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I am almost done with the hall and dining room, I keep changing my mind and adding new things...but this is the least of my worries, it's just cluttery which annoys me.<br />
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The photo book is something that can (and most likely will) wait. That is all.<br />
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The toilet starting leaking Thursday. This problem I did call the plumber for. Water damage is scary. Now this leak was very small, I turned off the water, emptied the tank and lined the base with a towel. I already fixed the faucet by this point or I would have added that to their list. He came in on Friday and figured out the leak was in the tank. We will need a new one...they will have to order a new one...will have to wait for Monday to order and then it will be a couple days. Ok...well, at least we have other bathrooms. Not a big deal.<br />
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The washing machine broke on Wednesday? I lose track. I have a front-load machine which needs to air out after use. The door swings all the way open and the laundry room/mud room door slams into it. We had the same issue in the old house. The problem is with the machine, I'd like to leave the door open just a wide crack, not all the way...but I can't achieve this. Anyway, I was in a rush and pushed open the laundry room door and slammed it into the washing machine door causing it to hit the frame of the washer, snapping off the hook the door needs to close...and wash things. I was so mad at myself...and mad at the darn machine. It was an unpleasant reminder that in my mad rush I need to be calmer. Long story (somewhat) short, I found the part online and had it working by Friday.<br />
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Saturday we had the great idea to get the kids their fans. You know, it was cold and rainy so getting ceiling fans is needed. A very long story short, the first fan took a while, but no real issues. That was Saturday. Sunday was fan #2 and that was not so easy. Dry wall issues, outlet box problems, this lead to hardware needs and restructuring. All said a done, fan #1 is fine, fan #2 is ok...if you just use the light. We will need to tackle that problem later this week.<br />
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So...I am still waiting for a working master toilet, I need to work on the slideshow, I need to stop using my prime account for rush appliance parts, and hopefully life will slow down more before you know....Halloween, holiday shopping time, Thanksgiving, anniversary party, Lorelai's birthday, Christmas decorating, Christmas wrapping/shipping, and Christmas itself.<br />
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Really though...I'm in my house at last. I got this. ;)<br />
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My new master bedroom has a tall, vaulted ceiling. The room feels big without being unnecessarily large...if that makes sense. The old floor lamp I had previously in our room instantly felt shrunken and out of place. I told myself I could get a new lamp if I found one that wasn't too dense, wasn't too short, and wasn't too expensive.<br />
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I have to say, I love creating home spaces. I am going to be all nerdy and interior-designery for a minute: I love adding in different textures, colors, materials, and using things in unusual ways. Nothing too crazy, just a bit of interest and creativity...developing an accent (and room) that is unlike anyone else's. Wrought iron, steel, cedar, pine, canvas, paint, glazing, fabric print, and subtle transitions in color. I love forming my home, the place my life happens, the place my family is rooted.<br />
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Here is my gem. It's simple, yet quirky. Black metal and neutral canvas. Perfect. It's inexpensive (and I had multiple coupons!) and it doesn't take away from anything in the room, it adds subtle character. I do plan to take a picture of my lamp in my space (at some point), but for now here is the picture I saw and decided to go for it.</div>
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If you are interested, here is the link to purchase. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/adjustable-drop-pendant-floor-lamp-ebony-includes-cfl-bulb-threshold/-/A-17303205#prodSlot=medium_1_32" target="_blank">Hooray Target</a>! </div>
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<br />Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-26299081243730721212015-10-14T15:19:00.001-05:002015-10-14T15:19:28.843-05:00Settling AvenidaWell, it's been a little while, but we've been busy. We moved into our house!<div>
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It was stressful, loud, hectic, and well worth it. We spent the last 2 weeks unpacking, organizing, situating everything big and small, and with a couple extra purchases (more to come) we are settled in and loving it.</div>
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The kids and dogs are loving more space, their own space, and not living out of boxes. This is mainly the kids, but you know...a big backyard goes a long way.</div>
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I am happy to report no major issues with the house. We had a ac pipe drip (just condensation), a plug above the front door not finished (it's finished now), and we still have a leaky faucet...but none of these are big issues. Seeing as we have been homeowners for several years now, these things are completely manageable. I feel like some people in the neighborhood are less forgiving...but I'm not focusing on others' problems. We love our home, and that's all that matters.</div>
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Hard to believe we're almost half way through October...but to be honest, this year has been a blur. I refer to it as our lost year, mainly because of the prepping and selling of our first house, then moving first to the apartment, then finishing the new house, then moving again into our second house. People look at me funny when I say "I never want to move again" but I think they are the ones that are crazy. I am not a good mover. I grew up in 2 houses in my life. The first house from ages 1-4, and then the house my family still lives in from ages 4-23. My parents don't plan to move, so I can plan the same, right? ;) Lorelai is 4 now, it seems fitting. I plan to get things polished and post pictures later...hopefully when things finally cool off. 95 in mid October is not ok. :(</div>
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Halloween is approaching quickly. Addy had trouble settling on one costume, so I choose for her. Adalaide will be Tinkerbell...a perfect fit if you ask me. She bounced around a witch for awhile, but never wanted to wear the witch costume. She found an old bee costume at Grandma's...but it's too big. I figured Tinkerbell is a good fit of wings, wand, tulle, and sparkles. I am making it, so I can tailor it to her tiny body better. ;)</div>
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Lorelai is going to be a Fairy Pirate Princess...it was once a Fairy <i>Robot</i> Pirate Princess, but she has since dropped the robot factor. She'll have mainly fairy princess elements, but with a pirate hat and an eye patch...it shall be interesting. I'm just telling people she is dressed up as her imagination. :P</div>
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Living the Lewis Lifestylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644958074336703235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322433764195110957.post-28633752325281961392015-09-26T14:55:00.001-05:002015-09-26T14:55:55.900-05:00Apartment Days are NumberedWednesday is our closing!<br />
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That means packing, planning, sorting, organizing, and lots of patience. That's right, it's "the move: part 2."<br />
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Not a whole lot else to update you on. The next post should be from the new house (and hopefully with a lot of pictures!)<br />
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I cannot wait to get out of this apartment! AH!<br />
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