tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200060792024-03-20T02:11:16.718-05:00The Puddicombe FamilyFrom our home to yours! A way to keep our family clan updated on the coming and goings of Abi Grace, Emma Yvonne, and Dean William Clarence!This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-11003204975509057742011-08-13T10:15:00.000-05:002011-08-13T10:15:08.669-05:00Moose's Learning Curve....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1xkZBc8dLZIYLLwwEHJ5mQcCWT8JBkaPkHFqhyphenhyphenRc60QWO7BBnBS2XP7lGVy5Tfyi46gIX6lSPGU_4KTFjk6SH3HcE_9Rfr9CvFMOfZxee_nXisCx0jYuOfLlMnGPDrwS7Eya/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1xkZBc8dLZIYLLwwEHJ5mQcCWT8JBkaPkHFqhyphenhyphenRc60QWO7BBnBS2XP7lGVy5Tfyi46gIX6lSPGU_4KTFjk6SH3HcE_9Rfr9CvFMOfZxee_nXisCx0jYuOfLlMnGPDrwS7Eya/s320/006.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>I've known for a long time that my Moose has had a speech delay. I tried talking to her doctor about it at each appointment, but didn't push the concerns I had. Finally at her 3 year appointment, I asked him to refer her to speech therapy, that I was very concerned.<br />
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Yesterday was her "screening" appointment. This is where they determine whether or not the parents are just whacked out nut jobs who are overly concerned about everything.<br />
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Turns out, i'm not one of them (in this case anyway).<br />
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Unfortunately, now we wait...as with ALL things healthcare related these days. I was informed that she likely won't get into speech therapy until at least January. Emma will be 3.5 years old then, 1.5 years away from the start of Kindergarten. The therapist did however, provide us with two activities to do with her constantly in the meantime. One of them combines a bit of sign language (I want...). Emma is to do this every-time she wants something. Eventually, she will just straight out sign and ask without prompting. The second activity is the "what is it" game. Emma constantly speaks in babble, so, the "what is it" game eliminates the babble, and goes straight to the object. You need A LOT of patience for this game...something this red headed mother does NOT have.<br />
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I was told at this appointment that Emma communicates at an 18 month level. This scared me. However, she picked up on a lot of the stuff shown fairly quickly, and I was told that therapy will be wonderful for her and she will succeed in it.<br />
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I was also informed that Emma doesn't understand the words, which is why she isn't communicating. She just repeats what is being said to her, but she doesn't know what it is.<br />
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After her appointment, I was full of mixed emotions. I first started the self blame thing...I knew there was a problem, I knew it was a big one, why didn't i push it sooner? I felt like a horrible mother, because now my child suffers even more than if I had pushed it at her 1 year appointment, rather than her 3rd. I cried the entire way out to the cottage. Then, I moved on to the sensible emotions...I'm doing something now, that's what matters. I just wish I had the confidence in myself as a mother to trust my gut more and go with it.<br />
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So, for now we practice the two "games", and I start looking for more resources to help my Moose communicate better. Thankfully, the daycare Emma is at, has already informed me that they will do EVERYTHING they can to help us with her therapy, including hiring a part-time aide to work one-on-one with Emma. Plus, there is Abi's school, WMES, where Emma will be going when she is school-age...They have the resources to come along side and help Emma.<br />
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The therapist told me that it will be a long road, that Emma has a very long way to go, but that once she gets into therapy, she will 100% absorb it and do well. Unfortunately, she will likely still be in therapy while going to school.<br />
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On a funny positive side, the therapist couldn't get over how "social" moose was, how despite her communication problems, she wasn't the least bit affected by it, and seems to not even know she isn't communicating. In her brain, she is communicating, we are the ones with the problem ;) She couldn't get over how Emma made everything fun, and wasn't the least bit shy or scared. Usually kids with this sort of disorder are very introverted and shy away from any sort of interaction with strangers...not my moose!<br />
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So now I have a child with ADHD, and a child with a speech delay/communication disorder...what's next for this gene pool? Only time will tell...<br />
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Thankfully the good Lord gave me a sense of humor!<br />
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Peace,<br />
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This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-4444552021736553242011-07-13T12:34:00.000-05:002011-07-13T12:34:34.419-05:00AbigailismMy conversations with Abi this morning have been quite entertaining. I often wonder what goes on in that brain of hers, and today she let me in for a little bit. Here are some goodies:<br />
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Abi: "I'm pretty sure Emma is going to get a divorce one day"<br />
Me: "Why would you say that, that's not very nice"<br />
Abi: "well, she's not exactly sweet and gentle now is she".<br />
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Abi: "how old is Lucy in Dog years?"<br />
Me: "well, she was born June 26, 2006, so that makes her 5 human years old. Each dog year is 7 human years. What is 5 times 7?"<br />
Abi: "Ummmmm....can I not answer that? could you just do that for me?"<br />
Me: rolling eyes "fine, it's (showing her how to figure it out) 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 30, THIRTY FIVE! Lucy is 2 years older than me in dog years"<br />
Abi: "LUUUCY you are OOLLLLD, you should have been married by now. Go find yourself a husband already!!"<br />
Me: "she's not THAT old Abi. 35 is not old. it's still young"<br />
Abi: "no it not's mom".This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-44309210583846237352011-05-04T09:54:00.000-05:002011-05-04T09:54:03.058-05:00Is Time Flying You By?This blog post is kind of full of randomness. That's what happens when you have three kids...your brain turns to mush and your head is full of random thoughts, most of which are never completed!<br />
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75 days left. That's it. In 75 days I will be returning to work, never to be on a mat leave again. For REAL this time!! Honest. I swear. I Hope? If not, then the next baby will be one heck of a miracle baby...and some doctor will get a stern talking too about his surgical success rates!<br />
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I so enjoy being home with my babies, and I know I will miss this time. I also know that life moves forward and I will adjust. In the meantime, I am spending every second, of every one of those 75 days, taking advantage of being home with the kids. I love that I have this opportunity. I thank God everyday for the blessings He has given to me, even the ones that didn't seem to be much of a blessing at first.<br />
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Life is crazy busy, and yes, I am in denial right now and not wanting to face the craziness of life for when I go back to work. But, I will take it in stride and deal with it in laughter...because any other way will only make it worse:) <br />
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My kids are nuts, they didn't fall too far from the tree I guess. They are what makes me love life so much. Every day is new and fresh. Every day is unexpected, unpredictable. Yes, we have our horrible, rotten, want to give them away days too! But, I can't imagine what life would be like without them! Okay, so there are some moments, in some days that I do, but then I get a hug; a smile; an i love you; or even some random makes-no-sense sentence of a 2 year old, and I remember how great my kids are.<br />
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Abi is my 8 year old, going on 16 with MAJOR attitude, rock-star; Emma is my Moose wanna be princess; and Dean is my smiley faced poop machine (seriously, at least 5 poops in a day!). I worry about the "teen" years with Abi, and I really hope she is working out her attitude issues now, so that I don't have to deal with it later on (a girl can dream). That's not to say I don't worry about Emma and her teen years. I actually dread that more...I have a feeling it's gonna be trouble...I have a feeling she is going to experience life A LOT. That scares me. So, I pray that God protects them and gives me the patience and resources needed to survive it. I know I shouldn't worry about it. That I should, instead, be enjoying life in the moment now, and leave the future in the future, especially since I have NO control over what will be. But, what mother doesn't worry about their kids and their future?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lately I've been thinking a lot about the future. I try not too, no point in worrying about something you have absolutely no control over; but when I look at my kids, I can't help but start to think about how fast time is flying and about what they will grow into as adults.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The past year was an amazing one for me. It started off pretty scary, and had me so unsure of our future. I found out I was pregnant in December 2009, and was terrified. It wasn't planned. I spent the next five months trying to come to terms with it, well, in and out of denial as well. So many of my close family and friends kept telling me what an amazing blessing this baby was going to be, and I remember thinking, "ya, right"...then July 10 arrived and I held my special little man, and I cried. The blessings filled me that instant. I didn't think it possible to love each of your kids in their own special way as much as I do. They are certainly my everything, and I honestly cannot imagine my life without them. They are so individually unique and bring joy to me in their very own special ways... separately. It's truly amazing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a result of baby Dean, changes happened. One being the loss of my car and the introduction to the "mini van"...I still shudder. But, I have to admit, it's a handy thing. I still hate it. BUT, it is easy to pull the kids in and out of...but I still hate it. I've also become a bit more relaxed in life. You can't help it. With three kids, you need it to survive!! Life happens, deal with it. So, I do. I'm sure God has lots to do with that too...I can't imagine my life without my faith either!! It's so much easier to believe in God, then not too I think. I can send my worries up to Him in prayer, and forget it. It's awesome to do that. God will work it out, I might not like the way He chooses, but, in the end I know it will be for the best...He hasn't failed me yet...and I've spent many times in my life where I was pretty sure He was going too!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our year adjusting to Abi's ADHD diagnoses has been pretty good. We've had ups and downs and lots of turn-abouts, but she has an amazing doctor and incredible school! She is now beyond her grade level in reading, which is a HUGE success for her, and she LOVES to read. The girl has more books than any kid I've ever met. To her, a great day is spent in Chapters! Although, Claires is starting to become a favorite of hers (Lord help me!). She is still struggling with eating. I can't believe I have a child whom I have to BRIBE TO EAT!!! How is she mine??? Well, when she prefers to have a piece of chocolate at 5am, then a piece of toast, I know she's mine :) She is still around the 45 lbs pound mark...and currently not on the growth chart. Her doctor keeps an amazing eye on her though, so we aren't worried. She is healthy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abi is an AMAZING big sister. Every single day she makes me so proud. She takes such good care of her siblings...and never complains! Okay, sometimes she complains, but only when Emma is trashing one of her toys, so it's usually a valid complaint. She loves her brother and is such a huge help to me. Just this morning, she crawled into his crib at 5:30 in the morning to feed him a bottle so I could sleep! What 8 year old does that?! I know I sure wouldn't have. She is so special, in so many ways. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Emma is a devil. Cute. Funny. BUT BAD!! Oh man! I used to think that Abi hit the terrible two's and never left them...then Emma hit the terrible two's...and I now know Abi did leave them...so, there is hope for Emma :) I joke that she will be the one who will come home one day by police escort! She is super funny though, so it's hard sometimes to get after her. She has such a devilish look and laugh to her. She's not afraid of anything. She is going to test us as parents, this I know. I don't mean any of this in a bad way either. Even though she is bad, she is so full of love, and I can see it. Her heart is huge, and she loves to love. She looks SO MUCH like her cousin Kayleen, and her personality fits Kayleen's too. Kayleen is pretty awesome, and I hope Emma does turn out like her...especially the amazing sense of humor! We are currently potty training her. It's going pretty good. I forgot how much I dislike potty training...but it's gonna be life for the next few years, so I might as well just let it flow :) Our carpets are crap anyway!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dean is adorable. He's a baby. He's my boy. I have a BOY!! He is so different from the girls (other than the obvious) and yet, he reminds me so much of Abi as a baby. I thought I didn't remember Abi as a baby, then Dean arrived. I can remember experiencing Emma as a baby, and not remembering a thing about Abi. I felt horrible that I couldn't remember a lot of my time with her. So, Dean is a blessing in bringing back my memories of my time spent with his oldest sister as a baby! He's not as dramatic (thank goodness), but he complains like she would - in a cute, adorable baby way. It's not so cute when they are 8. We are starting him on foods now, and it's an interesting dynamic. Abi liked food when she was baby, just didn't eat much of it. Emma LOVED (and still does) her food, and ate lots of it. Both girls started rice cereal early. Dean, hates rice cereal - spits it out and shudders. He's picky. He likes the sweet potatoes, and peas...hates pears, not a fan of turkey, and custard grosses him out. He'll eat yogurt - the fattier the better - but doesn't like eating it with a spoon. See, picky.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Billy and I have had a good year together as a couple. I got to fall in love with Billy all over again when Dean was born. Not saying I ever fell OUT of love with him, but seeing him take care of me and the kids, and seeing him with a newborn again, something changed. I don't know what. But my heart grew even bigger for him. He's an amazing father and husband.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, resolution time. How'd I do with my 2010 ones? Well, here we go:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>#1 - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Deepen my relationship with God. Set aside time each day for prayer and devotional. I pray everyday, all the time, but I don't have a designated time to just be alone with God...I could really use that.</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I started a "read the bible in a year chronologically" program in May and have kept up with it. Because of this, I am growing spiritually, but it sure is making me question a lot of things. I've also joined two small groups and I love both of them very, very much. Each night, in bed - as it's the only time I really have that allows me total peace and quiet, is when I read my bible and pray. It's been a blessing to do this.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">#2 - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Lose the remaining 26 pounds. </span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HA HA HA...well, I lost it thanks to morning sickness, then put it back it on, then lost some of it...I currently have 5 pounds to lose to get me back to my pre-Emma body. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">#3 - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Be more patient (or, well, patient period) with my children.</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Having number 3 has certainly helped in this area. I can always work on this, but I think I've improved some.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">#4 - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Be more trusting of God.</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I wrote this knowing I was pregnant. I didn't trust Him. Thought He was crazy and hated me to be honest. BUT, as time went on, I learned to lean on him. As a result, I am more trusting - and I know this is a life long thing. Each path in life will bring new challenges and new ways to learn to trust. But in the context of why I wrote this one down, I'd say I succeeded.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">#5 - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Learn the meaning of SAVE $$.</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I had a great year for saving!! We saved enough money to replace our fence! I am now working on saving money for a new deck...hoping to have enough saved by the Summer of 2012.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">#6 - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Laugh once a day.</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">This one has been pretty easy. Moose makes me laugh every day. My kids make my heart smile and laugh all the time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">So, what about 2011...well, I think pretty much the same as 2010. </span></span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">continue building my relationship and trust with God.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">build my marriage into a relationship with God.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">work on being more healthy - continue my Hot Yoga, maintain my weight (or lose some), become a better example to my kids - choose smart, instead of chocolate for breakfast :)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">work on my patience...especially with Abi. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">continue saving $ for that dream deck.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">laugh often, love more.</span></span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">There we go. Resolutions made. To all of my family and friends, and well, to everyone really, have an amazing 2011 - no matter what. Make the best of what God has given you. May you find contentment. May you be filled with Love, Laughter, Joy and Peace...and of course amazing memories to last a lifetime. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So far this week, Moose has destroyed the house with her toys thrown all over the main floor; used a cooler as her personal step stool to get into all sorts of trouble...like getting on top of the kitchen counter to get into the cookie container and help herself to a handful; got herself trapped in the laundry basket; used our furniture as her very own jungle gym and trampoline; destroyed my dried roses leaving crumbled up rose petals all over the carpet; ripped off the "g", "a", "e" and "tab" keys off the keyboard (i'm still trying to re-attach the "a"); opened up some sort of computer writing program thingy in facebook; dressed lucy up in hair pretties on her ears and tail; used the swiffer clean & shine spray bottle to make herself "pitty" (she smells like vanilla and lavender)...all in her hair, on her face and arms); and emptied out the dvd's from the cases and hid them...still looking for a couple of those right now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I spend my day chasing her and saying "Emma Yvonne, STOP that right now!"...then i get tired, plop myself down in the chair and just laugh...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to those i love, peace,</span><br />
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I was poking around the internet this morning and came across the below, which made me laugh uncontrollably by the way, and I immediately wanted to share it with all my parent friends!!<br />
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<h1 class="title" style="color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Parent’s Serenity Prayer</span></h1><div class="text" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 10px;"><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Someone, grant me the serenity<br />
To accept that I cannot kill my children;<br />
Courage to not scream uncontrollably;<br />
And wisdom to know how to fix or replace things.<br />
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Living one moment at a time;<br />
Enjoying one moment at a time;<br />
Accepting broken furniture as a test;<br />
Taking, as other parents before me, this crazy environment<br />
As it is, and not how I dream it;<br />
Trusting that somehow things will be okay<br />
If I surrender to parenthood;<br />
That I may enjoy the good times<br />
And be supremely happy once they have children of their own<br />
Forever returning the mayhem.<br />
AMEN</span></b></div><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></b></div><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">To all my parent friends out there (and those who may not have children of their own, but who surrounded by them all day long), PEACE to you!</span></span></b></div><div style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*prayer copied from <a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/22117/93779-parent-s-serenity-prayer">http://www.divinecaroline.com/22117/93779-parent-s-serenity-prayer</a></span></div></div>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-18665939018371993332010-09-21T15:43:00.004-05:002010-10-07T10:46:22.845-05:00Life with ThreeAs usual, I haven't blogged on a regular basis. As usual, this is gonna be a long one. So, grab a cup of Jo, get comfy and read away.<div><br /></div><div>We welcomed our precious baby boy Dean William Clarence Puddicombe on July 10, 2010. <div><br /></div><div>It was a crazy, scary, and fast delivery. I went in for a check on the baby, as they were set to induce me, but didn't have the room for me. After the check, the nurse noticed that I was having fairly regular contractions. This wasn't unusual for me, so I wasn't thinking that I was about to go naturally. The nurse asked if she could check me, and I hadn't changed at all since my appointment with my OB earlier on in the week. She then said for me to maybe take a walk and see if they progress any before I go home.</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't even last 5 minutes before I had to head back up to triage. 3.5 hours later, I was looking at my little man and crying at the site of him.</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, Dean wasn't planned...and the pregnancy threw me for a loop and took my thoughts to places I never thought I would EVER think. Then when I laid eyes on him, it all hit me and I was instantly in love...and bawling my eyes out.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the delivery I hemorrhaged very badly and passed out a few times. I don't remember much about this part. I hear it was pretty scary and they were prepping me for surgery when the on-call OB saved the day. The next day I did end up getting two blood transfusions, and let me tell you, NIGHT and DAY in regards to how I felt. It was amazing. I highly recommend it :) If only I could sign-up on a monthly basis for it!! The transfusion also made me realize how important it is to donate blood if you can, as often as you can. Unfortunately, I can't donate blood...never been able too because of my anemia. BUT, I encourage you to <a href="http://www.blood.ca/">do it</a>!! </div><div><br /></div><div>As a result of the drama, I was in the hospital for a bit longer...but I was in the lovely hotel-like room, and was spoiled by the nurses...the first time EVER, that I actually could have stayed longer in a hospital!</div><div><br /></div><div>Life with three has been AMAZING so far. I have LOVED the summer with all three of my children and Abi has been a huge part of the greatness of it all. She grew up so much since Dean's arrival, and has been a little miss mom to her siblings. </div><div><br /></div><div>Currently we are in the process of potty training Emma. I can remember trying to do this with Abi. Obviously, Abi was successful in the PT stage, but I can remember thinking, "this kid is going to be 13 and in diapers!"...well, those thoughts are back, this time with Emma. "They" say that a child should be potty trained within 3-6 months from the time you start the training process (they, being so-called experts who I often wonder if they even have children). Let's just say, I will be happy if this kid is trained before kindergarten!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Emma has also entered the terrible two's with an absolute BANG! Miss Moose has her moments where I don't know who she is, or what she did with the original Emma version 1! She also doesn't seem to take to time-outs like abi did. She actually laughs! I take things away from her, and it doesn't even phase her. I tell her no, and she smiles, says "ohtay", then proceeds to do it again with an evil grin that says "come on, I dare you"...which ends in her on the stairs for a two-minute time out, where she sings, giggles and laughs at the wall. I am in SOOOOO much trouble when this girl decides to figure out where she stands in life! I'm seeing late night phone calls for help, possible police visits, lots of principle office visits, and LOTS of white hair, in my future.</div><div><br /></div><div>Abi is doing amazing. Her treatment for her ADHD is wonderful! We have our little issues each morning before she takes her pill, and at night when the medication has worn off...but once that medication is in her system, my angel appears! She has improved so much in school, and continues to do so. Her reading level is now at par with her grade level, and her spelling and math are approaching. None of this would be happening of course if it weren't for the amazing love and support that we receive from her school. They have been understanding, patient, and have brought in extra help when/where needed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before the school year ended last year, I was sitting in a meeting with abi's learning resource teacher, a psychologist, and speech therapist, discussing abi's progress and future needs, and I was overwhelmed at the fact that these people were here for my child. They wanted her to succeed as much as I do. They care and love her! they took time to get to KNOW my child. She's not just some number to be lost to them. Case in point: the psychologist was removed from Abi's plan at the end of school year, but I received a phone call from her just to see how Abi was doing. She didn't have to do that. She certainly is busy enough to not do that...but she still did. When the speech therapist was asking about Abi's past, Abi's resource teacher was answering the questions EXACTLY how I would! </div><div><br /></div><div>I have to say, it is so nice to see people actually come to realize ADHD as a disease. That a child isn't "dumb" or won't amount to anything...but that they just need extra time and care to reach their full and glorious potential. It's awesome to have such support and understanding. It's nice to see educators not use ADHD as an excuse to ignore, or as an excuse at all (well, she has ADHD, so this is as good as she is going to be, be thankful she can even finish her alphabet!)...it's nice to see Abi encouraged AND challenged!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Dean is three months old now. He is so big, and so perfect. His smile lights up the room, and he can giggle from his toes up...just like his sisters. He still isn't in his crib, but I actually think I get more sleep with him beside me than I would if he was in his crib. I don't sleep deeply, but I do get the entire night to just lay there. He is now almost 14lbs, and is 24 inches tall (2 whole feet) - all this puts him in the 90th percentile on the growth chart for his age. Like I said, big boy.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's crazy, but life seems easier with the three. I seem to have more energy than I have ever had in my adult life. I guess you are just WAY more relaxed by the time the third arrives, that you no longer stress over small things. Plus, not having to go into work each day probably helps!</div><div><br /></div><div>When I was pregnant with Emma, we had my parents over for dinner and we ordered in Chinese food, which came with fortune cookies. We all opened our cookies and read our fortunes out loud. Billy's fortune made us laugh, and it's been on our kitchen fridge ever since. Each day, I look at it and grin...okay, to be honest, some days I look at it, glare and say "ya, okay"...but by the end of those days, I do end up grinning.</div><div><br /></div><div>I leave today's post with that fortune:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Children will contribute to your cheerfulness".</div><div><br /></div><div>For us, this fortune is times three...and I am so very thankful and grateful for each one!</div><div><br /></div><div>To those I love, peace.</div><div><br />D</div>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-87210417637785027722010-03-25T09:21:00.003-05:002010-03-25T09:27:59.602-05:00Abigailism 2010Haven't blogged an Abigailism in a while! Last night was a doozey, I couldn't pass this one up to post.<br /><br />It's 10:30pm and Abi is STILL up. I tell her to come and sleep on the floor in our room (no toys in our room to keep her busy). Billy has been sleeping for a while now, since he has to leave at an hour in the morning that I don't even recognize as real time. Abi lays down and starts to pretend snore...<br /><br />mommy: Abi, pretending to sleep WILL NOT make mommy think you are actually asleep!<br />abi: but mommy, I have a cold, I can't help it, I can't breathe!<br />mommy: then maybe you should put another pillow down under your head.<br />abi: I don't have another one mom. I have daddy's shirt though and it's under my head.<br />mommy: k, mommy is going to pass to you her pregnancy pillow to put under your head then okay?<br />abi: okay.<br /><br />a few seconds go by...<br /><br />abi: mom?<br />mom: what abigail?!<br />abi: this won't make me preg-a-net will it?<br />mom: (laughing) no sweetheart, it won't.<br />abi: phew!This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-71316612911547382262010-01-01T23:31:00.004-06:002010-01-02T00:42:11.388-06:00Happy 2010!Do you remember 1999? I sure do. It was the year before I got married...but also the year of the Y2K hype! Looking back now, what a laugh. The entire world in a panic over the earth stopping...planes falling out of the sky; stock market crashing; computers not working; etc...oh the overtime that was put in to ensure that January 1, 2000 went off without a hitch!! Now, here we are, January 1, 2010. Seems like a page out of some space novel, except we aren't flying in the sky with our cars, or living anything like the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jetson's</span> did.<br /><br />2009 was a good year. Every year is a good year as long as I am surrounded by my family and friends who I love! We had a few dips here and there as far as health went, but we got through it (getting through it), and God has shown us his mercy and love, time and time again. It was also a year wrapped around my darling <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span>.<br /><br />In January I noticed that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> was quite thin. She has always been slender, but this time she was all bone. I put her on the scale and she was 36 pounds (which for a 6 year old is little). I had always raised my concerns to her doctor about her weight, and about how she would go DAYS without food, and he would always shake his finger at me and tell me I was over-reacting. Well, when I saw the bones, and then saw the 36 pounds flash at me, I decided it was time to get a second opinion!<br /><br />I took her to my doctor who then referred her to another pediatrician in the city. It was amazing to have a doctor actually listen to my concerns and try to put my mind at ease. One of the things that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> had been diagnosed with was Acid Reflux. Her doctor, after talking with me for a long time, asking me about her as a baby, etc., determined that one of the reasons why <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> didn't eat, was that it was actually very painful for her to eat. He thinks that she has had A.R. since she was born, so she's had 6 years to associate pain with food. We put her on some medication for that, and for the first time in 6 years, I saw my daughter EAT! I mean ACTUALLY EAT! Not just a bite here, and there, but clean off her plate and ask for more! It was amazing, and so nice to see!<br /><br />BUT, it didn't last long. After about three weeks, she went back to her old <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">habits</span>. Her doctor then did an x-ray of her tummy and discovered she was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">severely</span> backed-up. We needed to treat the constipation before we could continue on with the Acid Reflux medication....we are STILL working on the constipation. Part of that has to do with another diagnosis...<br /><br />In consultation with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi's</span> school, I had asked for an assessment on her concentration levels. I had noticed at home that it was getting more and more difficult to get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> to focus on one thing for more than 2 minutes, and I wondered if she was like that at school as well. The school brought in a Psychologist who worked with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">abi</span> for about 6 months. At the end of the school year, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> had to undergo a test to make sure that she wasn't suffering from "absent seizures"...when that test came back saying that she wasn't suffering from that, she underwent further observation, and has finally, officially been diagnosed with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADHD</span>. This is connected with the constipation because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> can't sit still long enough to let her bowls do their thing!!<br /><br />Problem with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADHD</span> is that the medication that is out there...all of them...the #1 side effect is weight loss. Which, obviously <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> can't afford.<br /><br />In September, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi's</span> weight had finally gotten back up to 42.5 pounds. We were thrilled. Then flu season hit, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> lost a pound and a half. Nothing too concerning. But, she was then diagnosed with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADHD</span> and we decided to put her on a two-week trial. The trial ended this past week, and she has lost another 2 pounds, putting her down to 39 pounds. Her doctor however, is not concerned yet, and wanted to give the medication a month trial with the school. So, we play the waiting game.<br /><br />It's hard because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> is at that age where school can either be an enjoyable experience, or not. If you add a learning disability on top of that, it makes it even harder to enjoy. I want so much for her to enjoy learning, and I worry about the struggle she faces every day! So, now I pray and turn it over to God, and hope that this medication works wonders, and that her weight evens out.<br /><br />She goes in for her monthly weigh-in on January 29<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>...I pray that her weight either stays the same or even goes up!<br /><br />Emma spent the year turning into a little devil! Seriously. She is cute as a button, and she will make you laugh till you cry...but man, she is going to cause trouble! I thought I was in for it with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span>...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span> is sweet as punch compared to our Moose...or Bull. BUT, she really makes you smile from the inside out! Emma is always there to greet you with a smile and a "hi". I've really been blessed with two amazing daughters. I never thought it possible to love as much as I love my girls.<br /><br />I have a girlfriend who would ask me, "so, who do you like more?"...and I would joke and say back, "Emma, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuz</span> she can't talk back yet!"...but honestly, and this is something that only parents with more than one child can fully understand and grasp, I like and love them both EXACTLY the same! I never thought that possible. I always thought parents were full of crap when they said stuff like that. BUT, it's so true. Each child has their own uniqueness about them that makes you love them differently, but as far as more or less goes, that just doesn't exist. You love both the same. Make sense?<br /><br />Well, enough about the kids. Last year I wrote about my resolutions that I had made the year before, and how I did with them. Well, continuing on with that little tradition, here is what I said for 2009:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>#1 - Pay down the one credit card we have and then start to save.</strong></span><br />Ha ha ha ha ha ha...save? what is the meaning of this word "save"?<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">#2 - Lose weight - about 50 pounds worth.</span></strong><br />Well, by March of 2009, the amount actually went to 60 pounds to lose!!! BUT, since July 16<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, I have lost 34 of those pounds. 26 more to go.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">#3 - Work on my Faith and Trust in God more. Work on forgiveness, worrying, and patience...learn how to hand it over to Him.</span></strong><br />This, I think will be a life-long resolution...a daily one. God did however answer a prayer that I had been praying for over 10 years on - regarding forgiving a particular individual in my life!!<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">#4 - Continue to accept what life brings and go with the flow of it.</span></strong><br />I probably should have read this, oh, about 4 weeks ago! Life gave me a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">doosey</span>, and it's taken me a while to "go with the flow" of it :)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">#5 - To Reconnect with family members that I had lost connection with.</span></strong><br />Isn't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> AWESOME. Thanks to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>, it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> much easier to gain and re-gain that connection. It's so nice to be a click away from family.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">#6 - To make a plan on how to cope with going back to work (housework, laundry, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error">abi's</span> school work, family time, etc.).</span></strong><br />Plan? what's that? There was no plan. Only worry (FAIL for #3). However, it all seems to get done and we are adjusting well...thanks of course to my amazing hubby, whom without, I would be buying us clean underwear every Sunday!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>#7 - Get my smile back.</strong></span><br />It's back and it's great!<br /><br /><strong>My resolutions for 2010?</strong><br /><ul><li>Deepen my relationship with God. Set aside time each day for prayer and devotional. I pray everyday, all the time, but I don't have a designated time to just be alone with God...I could really use that.</li><li>Lose the remaining 26 pounds.</li><li>Be more patient (or, well, patient period) with my children.</li><li>Be more trusting of God.</li><li>Learn the meaning of SAVE $$.</li><li>Laugh once a day.</li></ul>So, to those I love, I wish you a fabulous 2010 that is full of laughter, love, joy, peace and great memories. May 2010 be one that is healthy and happy!<br /><br />D:)This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-17076576736505395352009-10-18T17:49:00.002-05:002009-10-18T17:52:20.488-05:00Abilgailism...Abi: Mom, I don't like growing up anymore.<br />Mom: How come?<br />Abi: Cuz, before you know it, I will get older and older and then really old, like 16.This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-51866482574685952962009-10-13T08:48:00.002-05:002009-10-13T09:15:32.941-05:00CRAZINESS!<br /><br />That's all I have to say about October! We are only half-way through, and so far I have seen snow on the ground (grrr) and am missing an organ - not the musical item, but body part!<br /><br />It's a pretty long story, but summed up:<br /><br />I thought I had indigestion. I ended up with a very painful arm during one of my indigestion attacks. I sought advice on how to ease the pain (still breastfeeding and Tylenol wasn't cutting it). Ended up in Emergency. Ended up without a gallbladder.<br /><br />I'm on week two of recovery. TWO WEEKS!! I honestly didn't think it would be this long. I really thought that by Tuesday after surgery I would back up and running. Not so much.<br /><br />I've always appreciated family. But this has once again showed me HOW important they are. Being there for one another, at the drop of a dime, is what it's about...and let me tell you, my family did just that. Dropped EVERYTHING. My sister-in-law came to our rescue to help with the kids while I was at the hospital, and my parents have been a HUGE help with the kids during recovery. My mom hasn't been to her yoga classes since this all happened...trust me, this is HUGE - she doesn't give those up for much! My in-laws took abi for the weekend - which provided a much needed rest for my hubby, who has been NON-STOP on the go being mom, dad, husband, and salesman!<br /><br />The girls have been troopers. Abi is wonderful. I know ALL mothers say that about their kids. But she's just really impressed me the last few days. She has been understanding, patient and just plain adorable. Emma was pretty good too...I thought this might be the end to our breastfeeding wars, but not so much. She did AWESOME while I was in the hospital and during the week. Of course, we kept her away from me for most of the time (outta sight, outta mind), but when she did see me, it was if she knew that it wasn't the best of times to demand a boob. However, since the weekend, I've been up and around more, and this morning she was back to her usual hissy-fit when denied the boob. Honestly, I have NO IDEA how to get this kid off!<br /><br />Well, that's about it for now...plus I'm pooped.<br /><br />To those I love, peace.<br /><br />DThis is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-42608514520994511232009-09-11T09:52:00.003-05:002009-09-11T10:44:29.404-05:00Fall 2009? Where the heck did Summer go?I can't believe that it's September already. Really, I can't. It's not like we did lots over the summer to make it go by so quickly. I can remember as a child having adults tell me not to wish my life away, because one day I would see how fast life really goes...and now, here I am, older (not so much wiser), and life really does go fast!<br /><br />Abi started Grade TWO on Wednesday - minus her two front teeth by the way (she looks so adorable). She kept telling me over and over and over again how excited she was about starting school, that I was positive she was more nervous than excited - just couldn't figure out that that was what she was feeling! She asked me in the morning to do devotions with her and to pray for her, so I knew she was definitely feeling a little anxious. She also had a bit of an upset tummy, but overall, did amazing.<br /><br />When I got home from work and asked her all about her day, I almost regretted asking!! She talked, and talked, and talked...all through dinner and pretty much right until she conked out for the night!<br /><br />A few weeks before school started, we got a letter from her teacher asking us to write her a letter answering some questions she had - like what sorts of educational things did we do with her over the summer! oops. I did give it an honest effort! I bought all sorts of books (reading and activity), even a journal was purchased for abi to write in at the end of every day telling about her day! We lost the journal about three weeks in! She did read all of her reading books - just not for the month of August! The activity books are a bit on the empty side! She had a very fun-filled summer...and busy.<br /><br />Abi spent the first two weeks of summer at our church's Kid's Quest camps - an arts and drama one, then sports. She had a blast! It was a great way to kick off the summer for her. She then spent a week out at the cottage with my parents and auntie Sandy. She loves it up there, and we are so thankful to Auntie Sandy for opening up her cottage to us on so many occasions. Abi then spent the remainder of the summer playing with her friends in Wolseley and a couple of weeks with Momma Betty.<br /><br />Abi also got to see my cousin Jen from Calgary this summer...and Jen got to meet ms. Emma. It was sooooo nice to see her! I haven't seen my cousin in YEARS. We were able to connect and got to add a couple of memories...including painting some pottery. ps. Jen - dad has your piece and will send it to you soon - it looks amazing!<br /><br />We also got to spend some time with the ENTIRE Puddicombe clan, and meet our eldest nieces boyfriend. That was definitely a fun-filled weekend. It's always a great time when the Pudd's get together. I'm amazed that I've known this family now for 14 years. The love that this family has for everyone in it is truly amazing. Whenever we get together you can count on three things: lots of I love you's, belly aching laughter, and good-bye tears. It was harder saying goodbye this time, not sure why - again, "the older I get", the harder goodbye's are!<br /><br />Emma is a very busy 15 month old! We have now taken to calling her moose (thought it sounded better than Bull). I love watching her. I could (and have) spend hours just watching her. She plays hard, thinks a lot, and just plows into everything...including her sister. I love to see abi and emma interact with one another. Sure, we have our jealousy issues here and there, but overall, the love these two have for one another is very obvious. I love that!!! I hope they continue to build their friendship over the years, and learn to depend on each other. If I've learned anything in this life, it's that at the end of the day, your family is all you have.<br /><br />Going back to work has been pretty good. The whole family seems to have adjusted to it for the most part, and we've got a pretty good system going on. I wish I was a bit more attentive to the house, but I've never been one to put house work over cuddling! My house may be a mess, but you feel love when you walk in the door...that's important right?<br /><br />I got a new tattoo this summer as well. I've wanted one since abi was born - but couldn't find the right idea to reflect her life. Well, i decided on butterflies and Hebrew lettering. I get lots of weird looks with the Hebrew part, it's funny actually. I chose Hebrew because it's a root in my faith (now, I'm aware many people would disagree, which is why I choose not to go any further) and it's something I associate too. I chose the butterflies because that is what I chose when I got married, so I figured it would be nice to add "kid" butterflies. I got the tattoo with one of my best friends...another life moment to add to the memory book.<br /><br />I had two of my best friends leave Winnipeg this year, and it didn't really hit me until the second left two weeks ago. I said goodbye to her in my church parking lot, and spent the rest of the day in tears - thanks so much Erin O! I have learned so much over the last two years thanks to these two amazing ladies, and because of them, I've grown in my relationship with God. I pray that both Abi and Emma get to experience friendships like this in their life.<br /><br />Well, that about sums it up. I'll post some pictures within the next day or two...not that it matters, cuz I'm not so sure anyone really reads this anymore. The blog is more of a "journal" for the girls to read when they get older...especially since I can't find the actual journal I started when pregnant with abi!<br /><br />As always, to those I love, peace.<br /><br />D:)This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-3864381091563449052009-06-26T17:02:00.004-05:002009-06-26T17:16:38.205-05:00ABIGAILISMs...<div>#1</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Abi had last Friday off from School. She knows her mommy well, and spent the morning downstairs, on the couch, while mommy and emma slept. </div><br /><div><br />When I get up, my lovely and elegant, and sweet angel Gracie, comes to me and ever so eloquently says:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"man mom, I was farting, and farting, and farting downstairs! and they were HOT too, I thought I had lava coming out of my butt..."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No, "morning mom, love you"...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I hate the word fart. Never hated it until I had kids of my own. There is just something about it when it comes out of a kids mouth! However, I was too busy laughing to correct her. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Another sad point? When I finally stopped laughing, and told her to please say toot next time, this is what I got:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Fart mom. Deal with it. and at least I didn't say ass"...yup, she actually said that!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>#2</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I tripped over one of the girl's toys this morning and hurt myself. When I told Billy, he then tells me our abigailism #2:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Billy was watching the girls last night while I went out with friends. He stubbed his toe on one of the toys (pretty confident that some colorful words would have been used at this time). Abi's response?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Well Dad, you should watch where you are going next time"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Abi. 7 going on 15. </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351763083679104098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbL6YyJzYruxAMjRMOTVl9Hbugvd_92nc0q0ixoV8hox6Qwjcs2Ilg2-KaKiiLQ1Vylc0xAZdyb9Q0OujIWkkLuwDKOndV3bLEto1_hkuEkdbu6gMAMlOq_8Vl7T7xFTmqjNY-/s200/Abi's+Pictures+2009+040.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-77572918485801475522009-06-11T22:10:00.005-05:002009-06-11T22:32:58.549-05:00Happy Birthday to my TWO beautiful girls!Dear Abigail and Emma,<br /><br /><br />I love you both so very much. I never thought it possible to love as much as I love the both of you. You both bring so much joy and life to this family, and to me, you have no idea what a gift the two of you are to us!<br /><br /><br /><br />Time goes by way to fast (i say that a lot). Seven years ago my precious Abi Grace was born and handed to me...i've never been that scared, and that excited! I remember just staring at you and my heart filled up with more love. I fell in love with you the second I knew about you, but in that moment it became so real. Since then you have touched so many people's lives, and I know you will continue to do that as you journey through this crazy adventure called life. You have the heart of pure gold, and you love everyone...don't lose that my baby. I sing to you often "You are my Sunshine"...because you are just that, my sunshine. On days that seem to be too hard to cope with, you usually end up doing or saying something that makes the sun shine my heart.<br /><br /><br /><br />Emma, what a little character you are! I have so enjoyed this past year with you. You've grown from my little Buddha, to my snugglebug, and I can't wait to see what's next in store for us. Your every being brings a smile to the face and a laugh to the heart. You are a gem, and just like your sister, full of love for everyone. A year ago today you came into my life, a bundle of joy, a bundle of life, a bundle of love.<br /><br /><br />So my girls, here's to you! Wishing you both a FANTASTIC year ahead of you. Wishing you many wonderful memories to add to our memory books, days and nights filled with laughter, and most of all a year full of love.<br /><br /><br />Thank you for being the best little girls a mom could ask for. Thank you for your unconditional and some days, undeserving, love. Be true to you always, and never leave God out of the picture.<br /><br /><br />I love you as big as the world, up through the sky, past the stars, around the moon, all the way back down to the north pole, and around Santa's big fat belly.<br /><br /><br />xoxo<br /><br />Mommy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346278199639290562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5WFTiDEpdzoKj6QinUp2bkZREh6258XaLwuFlJ606YfouKkuvU378HJwtBCivk0qkvrmXs8_9FOkHuQoL2jJtaswDPbFJtpViIqNhbnFtCa-3HAio-B8ZlcKb3_ZZDDyrtwQ/s200/Misc+2007+and+2008+333.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346278196249007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8-zJdrXsVbFxpNlTD4boQXahq7DNAipG_mbqOEfrvp5pk0iA4jAuXXporRAjf8s7eKTuCT3sebBmKORMaQPHwg_ATaczXqDMf4GuvgadenkAco2OKjY94OXvIODmKqM2fMTF/s200/Jan+Feb+Mar+2009+144.jpg" border="0" /></p>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-85346839623275218252009-06-05T12:23:00.002-05:002009-06-05T12:52:44.064-05:00Back at it...<span style="font-family:verdana;">My mat leave has come to an end. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anxiety has slowly been creeping up on me this past month, as Monday, June 8th approaches. We've had a couple of Daycare visits, and I know Emma will be fine. Today, she probably wouldn't even have noticed if I wasn't there. So the only person we need to worry about is me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When we left Daycare today (after a 40 minute visit), I felt fine. Things were good. I still have the rest of today, and the whole weekend after all! But as I got half-way home, the tears came!! Oi Vay...Monday is going to be brutal!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love being a mom. My kids and my family come first in my life, and I make no qualms about it. I have made, and will continue to make, decisions in my life that put my family forefront. There is NO career out there wonderful enough, NO amount of money or things that can beat it, NO house, NO vehicle, NO friend that can beat it. Those who know me well, know that if faced with a decision between anything and my family...there won't even be a second of hesitation, my family will be chosen. I HATE the fact that i have to work. Absolutely, positively, HATE IT! BUT, I gotta, and thankfully God has blessed me with an amazing place to work. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The rest of the way home, between sobs, the words "I can do all things through him" kept repeating itself in my head over and over again. I've put Emma down for her afternoon nap, and I looked up that verse...then I read the entire chapter. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I felt compelled to share, and it's my hope that those of you out there, who need some reassurances in life, can gain some encouragement like I did through these words taken from<strong> Philippians 4: 4-13:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#990000;"> <em>"</em><em>Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><em><br />Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><em>Indeed, you have been concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. <strong>I can do everything through him who gives me strength."</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;">It is sooooo much easier to be angry with the hand that you've been dealt (in my case that I have to work for living, and not be home for my kids ALL the time), but the key is to be content, and to be content you need to focus on the good things in your life, and praise God for them...then you will be content, happy, and you will be able to get through any circumstance that comes your way. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am blessed. I know I am. I have a great job, and an amazing, patient, understanding boss. I am working 4 days a week and have been given the opportunity to work from home one of those days so that I can be home more. I need to be thankful for that...and I am.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Love and peace to you all,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">D:)</span>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-43025963679893088592009-04-22T14:25:00.005-05:002009-04-22T15:17:57.462-05:00Just waiting for j...<p>I am sitting here waiting for J...I wonder if you'll bring me a latte? If not, ah well, I'll make us some yummy coffee here.</p><p>Emma is sleeping. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Abi</span> is at school. The house is a mess (as always). The laundry isn't done (as always). I've looked up some friends on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">facebook</span>. Checked out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TMZ</span> and Perez Hilton and Winnipeg Free Press today. I even watched a bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Borat</span>...I probably should do the laundry instead. NAH!</p><p>It's been a while (as always) since my last post. It's not that I haven't had anything to post about...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Abi</span> still has her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">abigailism's</span>...but I just haven't updated...like I haven't done the laundry, or cleaned the house. Spring is finally arriving, which means more sunshine, more warmth, more energy!! It also means 6 more weeks before I go BACK TO WORK!</p><p>I'm more ready this time though. It helps that I am going back to part-time, and able to work at home for one day a week. Knowing that I only have to be away from Emma for three days, makes a difference. PLUS, I'm ready to get out and enjoy a life of adults. I'm sad to not be at home, but happy to be out and about...odd really. It also helps that I love my job, AND that the daycare Emma is going to is the same one as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Abi</span>...which means she will be loved, and I don't need to worry about her while at work. HUGE RELIEF.</p><p>Emma is 10 and a half months old. She says "dad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dadda</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">daddeeeee</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mmmom</span> (not often though), and get. Get is what she thinks Lucy's name is! Lucy is our dog. She even points her finger at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">lucy</span> and yells "Get" when she wants <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">lucy</span> or is looking for her. Lucy and Emma are good friends. It's funny to watch. Lucy is always watching out for Emma, and when Emma is about to do something dangerous (like explore the stairs), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">lucy</span> will whine, or bark...she will even use her body as block. Emma pulls her tail, her ears, sticks her fingers in her mouth (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">lucy's</span>, then her own), uses her as a stool, and tries to snuggle her often. On the VERY ODD morning, where I am actually up before the girls, Lucy is all confused and isn't sure WHICH door to go to first. Before Emma, it was always to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Abi</span>, but now there is Emma too...She runs from door to door, not sure which one to jump up at for about a minute, and I even think she takes turns! One day Emma, the next <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Abi</span>. Lucy may be a pain, but she loves our family (even the ones who hate her...who shall remain nameless, but is hairy).</p><p>Emma and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Abi</span> may look a lot alike, but they are different! Emma loves food. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Abi</span> can't stand it. Emma is quiet....er. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Abi</span> is, well, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Abi</span>! Emma likes routine. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Abi</span> could care less. Emma will actually sleep. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Abi</span>, only if you drug her (kidding!). Whenever Emma is eating, all you hear is "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">mmm</span>,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">mmm</span>,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">mmm</span>" with every single bite, and if more food isn't on her tray by the time she is done, WATCH OUT! I'm not used to that. </p><p>After Christmas, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Abi</span> lost 6 pounds. Not much for an adult, not even much for a regular kid. But when you factor in that it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">abi</span> who was only 41 pounds at 6 years old, it's a big deal. We finally got her in to see a different doctor. It was so nice to actually have a doctor who didn't ignore my concerns..and to agree with them! Turns out that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Abi</span> has likely had Acid Reflux since she was baby. So, she has had 6 years to associate pain with food...hence, why she doesn't like food! He's put her on some medication, and it had really helped. She's been eating and gained 4 pounds in a month and a half! BUT, we had a set-back at her last check-up. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Abi</span> had been suffering from some stomach aches consistently, and spending a lot of time in the bathroom. The doctor took an x-ray of her tummy, and she is severely backed up! "months worth of poop in there" (his words). So, she is off her Acid Reflux medication and on laxatives until this gets cleared up and she gets regular, then back on her medication. Here's hoping that it doesn't take 6 months, and that she doesn't lose weight!</p><p>Well, that's a good update for now. There is more, but I've already written a page!</p><p>To those I love, peace.</p><p>D:)</p>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-61885595599040311952009-01-10T02:45:00.003-06:002009-01-10T03:45:30.749-06:00Welcome 2009!HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!<br /><br />Wow. As usual, time has flown by! I can't believe that it's 2009 already. I would love to just be able to pause life for a moment or two! My girls are growing up too fast for me and my Mat leave is going by all too quickly.<br /><br />2008 was a great year...how could it not be? My precious Emma was born!<br /><br />January started out pretty rough, but it made me really focus on my family - the people who can so easily be taken advantage of. The thought of losing a family member is heart-wrenching and something I don't want to experience again for a VERY LONG TIME! You always assume that your family will just always be there, and really, they are always there, BUT there are times when something can happen to your family that makes you realize just how much you really do love them, and how much you enjoy having them in your life...when that is taken away from you or almost taken away from you, it's a wake-up call...and that's what I got. I always knew how much I loved my family, but two things this month made me realize that I was taking advantage of them...taking advantage of them always being there, and not focusing on them and their needs. I was so wrapped up in other people's lives, that I forgot about my own family. So, I refocused and wrapped myself up in my family...and it has been the best thing ever.<br /><br />The winter was LOOOOONG! Winter in Winnipeg sucks. I'm not going to lie. The cold. The wind. The snow...soooooooo much freak'n snow! The fact that you are pretty much house-bound for two months solid cuz the windchill factor will make your ears fall off is enough to make a person want to move! Every winter I question our living in Winnipeg...but spring does arrive eventually, and I'm reminded how much I love this crazy place. I never imagined I would fall in love with Winnipeg. But I have. I curse at it daily during January and February, then weekly in March and April, but by May I'm back to loving the small city. In fact, I don't think I will ever leave this place, it's home. Finally, after YEARS of denial, I have made Winnipeg my home. Yes, I have lived here for 14 years, and I can't believe that it's been that long, but the place has finally won me over...besides, here's to hoping that in my retirement years I can be one of those people that move to Florida for the winter (yea, right...when I win that lottery).<br /><br />Emma was born in June...same day as Abi was born. Abi said from day one that the baby would be born on her birthday...who knew she'd be right! Should make for interesting birthdays...can you imagine having to share your day with your sibling? Abi was all excited about it...I'm pretty sure that her excitement will change.<br /><br />Emma has been an absolute amazing baby. So happy, all the time. Our home is so full of love and laughter because of my two girls, I couldn't be more blessed! Abi is a wonderful sister, so full of love for her little sister...something I hope never changes. I look forward to watching these two grow up together and start making their own memories. I have so many memories of my siblings and I love looking back at the times we did have together. We fought lots, but we had a lot of great times too...and I love that abi and emma will have each other!<br /><br />So, resolution time. Last year, I made some resolutions, how did I do? Well, see for yourself.<br /><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">#1: to accept what life brings...all of it</span> </p><p>I needed to be reminded a few times during the year, but for the most part I did pretty good at this one. Focusing on the fact that I have a wonderful hubby and now TWO amazing girls, a roof over my head and food on the table made me very appreciative of what came our way. </p><p><span style="color:#990000;">#2: to really work at finally forgiving and forgetting the hurt that was brought on by a person who I mistakenly held on a very high pedestal for way too long, 10 years ago...especially when they don't even know how much and how they hurt me. </span></p><p>As usual, this was and still is a struggle. I have forgiven...I just keep reminding myself that I have forgiven...so the forgetting part is the struggle. It's something that I have turned over to God, but I can't seem to let go of. So, I need to work on my faith a bit here and trust that God will help me move on from this pain...I just have to let him do that for me!</p><p><span style="color:#990000;">#3: to focus on my family here in Winnipeg, who have been here for me in so many ways and who I love deeply.</span></p><p>Done...and continue to do so. I love my family. Sure, we piss each other off from time and time, and have had our blow ups...BUT I love them, deeply. </p><p><span style="color:#990000;">#4: to put the past in the past and not care anymore about it. They live their lives and I need to live mine. </span></p><p>same as #2!!! STILL WORK IN PROGRESS!!</p><p><span style="color:#990000;">#5: to do more housework...yikes did I just actually write that down??? and I'm not even drunk!</span></p><p>ha! I've done okay with this one! I have certainly done more than I did last year. For my birthday, my gift from my parents was a HUGE clean up and out of my house! They were amazing! they spent an entire weekend cleaning this place. I'm talking about all those "other" jobs that you put off...washing the windows, cleaning out closets, cleaning out the boxes in the basement, cleaning out the toys!! Washing the floorboards! This set me on the right path and we've kept it up. I've already told them that for this years birthday they can wash all the walls in my house for me! </p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">#6: to work on my lack of patience...I said WORK ON IT. </span></p><p>STILL WORKING ON IT! Another thing to hand over to God. It's one thing to pray it, another to give it to Him. </p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">#7: to save some money</span></p><p>ha.ha.ha. This one is funny. I put money aside each and every single month...BUT I've had to withdraw money from the saving account each and every single month since June!! Oy. </p><p>My resolutions this year? </p><ul><li>Pay down the one credit card we have...then start to save.</li><li>Lose weight...I'm embarrassed to say that I've put it ALL back on, so now I gotta work hard at taking it ALL off again!! I hate that I struggle with my weight. I have to lose about 50 pounds, and this will likely take me two years or more...but I will start at it.</li><li>Work on my Faith and trust in God more. I need to work on my forgiveness, worry wart syndrome, and patience issues. I need to pass this over to God and leave it with him!</li><li>To continue accepting what life brings and go with the flow of it.</li><li>To reconnect with the family members that I lost connection with.</li><li>To make a plan on how to cope with going back to work! Housework, laundry, abi's school work, family time and all that fun stuff!</li><li>Get my smile back.</li></ul><p>So, to those I love, I wish you nothing but love, joy, laughter, peace, health, and wonderful memories for 2009!</p><p>Peace,</p><p>D:)</p><p></p>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-9969568087886571942008-12-17T23:39:00.002-06:002008-12-17T23:41:45.949-06:00Another OneThis is thanks to Jamie...a new Christmas Card wish for all of you from THE ENTIRE PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/uJu92lCDR1zAUlFc">http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/uJu92lCDR1zAUlFc</a>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-38377623414273614362008-12-16T16:23:00.004-06:002008-12-16T16:35:00.924-06:00Christmas Card for YOU!<div align="left">I don't do Christmas Cards. I barely get my Christmas shopping done on time, let alone writing and mailing out cards.<br /><br />A friend of mine did this...and made me LAUGH so hard my gut hurt, something I haven't done in a while. SOOO, I figured, hey, why the heck not do one myself and blog it.<br /><br />So, if you feel like you're missing out on getting a card from me this year, just click on this link.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dancingsantacard.com/?santa=612919">http://www.dancingsantacard.com/?santa=612919</a><br /><br />Have a Blessed Christmas and here's to a season of fun memories.<br /><br />Love and Peace to you all!<br /><br />D:)<br /><br /><strong>"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."<br />Luke 2:14</strong></div>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-18028135850834948542008-11-27T13:51:00.006-06:002008-12-16T16:33:40.879-06:00Just a thought....<div style="WIDTH: 300px"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q0ik3TAzC8/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q0ik3TAzC8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"><input name="EmbedSearchBox"><input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"> <div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=Q0ik3TAzC8"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=Q0ik3TAzC8"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=Q0ik3TAzC8"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><p><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/j29-WTz/music/S10SlVvY/katy_perry_i_kissed_a_girl_remix_feat_flo_rida/">I Kissed A Girl (Remix) feat. Flo Rida - Katy Perry</a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></p><p><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Seriously, is it a bad thing that my daughter LOVES Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl" AND knows ALL THE WORDS TO IT???<br /></span><br />How about the fact that she sings lil' wayne's lollipop....<br /><br />Just a thought.<br /><br />to those i love, and even the ones I don't...<br /><br />peace. </p>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-75400075515693382332008-11-12T08:10:00.003-06:002008-11-12T09:36:43.990-06:00It's That Time Again!!!chingedy ching...eeh awe, eeh awe...<br /><br /><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/asTVnfdlHQ/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/asTVnfdlHQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/j29-WTz/music/imAy0vb5/lou_monte_dominick_the_donkey/">Dominick The Donkey - Lou Monte</a></object>This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-13716196712432173782008-10-21T10:08:00.002-05:002008-10-21T10:25:32.334-05:00Some Advice...Dear Citifinancial,<br /><br />For the past nine months you have been borderline harassing me with phone calls and letters to try and get me to transfer my loan over to your winnipeg branch. For nine months, I have listened to your voicemails, read your letters, and even applied "over the phone"...only to be told that I also have to come into your branch. For nine months I read and heard about the "GREAT opportunity" you have to offer me, and how you could "significantly" lower my monthly payments...and how your loans are "affordable" and how they can make me "realize my dreams"...NINE BLINKING MONTHS!!<br /><br />Well, Citifinanicial, today I gave you a shot...and today you lost it. I put up with the personality of a slug loan officer, just shaking it off as a guy who is a tad slow and who you so nicely gave him a opportunity for a job...how nice of you (please note sarcasm). I even put up with the fact that I didn't even get a "good morning", and the fact that printing a piece of paper apparently is a two person, 10 minute job. I even considered switching from the 29% interest currently being charged on my $2000 loan, to the HUGE SAVING 27.5% interest...I even considered it a good thing that my monthly payments be HIGHER (by $60 - $90, depending on WHICH insurance I chose), because "at least I would have it paid off in 4 years, rather than five"...for $2000. Do you see my problem here? just wondering.<br /><br />However, the moment that I walked out the door with a nod and a thought of "you HAVE GOT TO be freaking well kidding me"...was when your slug officer took a look at my child, who was dressed head to toe in purple, and surrounded in her car seat by a PINK with VERY large FlOWERs on it cover, and asked me how old was "he"...granted, this is a common mistake on babies, he may be color blind...but to then comment after I tell him she is four months, "oh, fresh outta da box eh?"...that was were you lost me. Sure, he likely meant like a CARDBOARD box, but lets face it, not appropriate.<br /><br />So, citifinancial, thank you for wasting my time and killing over 1000 much needed trees over the last NINE MONTHS, but I am NOT interested in realizing my dreams with you!<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />Danielle Puddicombe.<br /><br />ps - look up the slang term for box.This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-51236316102314354982008-10-16T10:14:00.010-05:002008-10-16T10:57:00.187-05:00Lessons Learned<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcrhz-FK4ZTzUDYVdP-TUqyZXg0ccI2iwH2gsVYvlgrn0Y21CIzO7STYgfNIgUy985ASr-CYoGzkwl3RRBoGhut2Jw0Ju7emo_irIZNUnnBCiIx3wGmtFmjpczuC06tcXw1KJ/s1600-h/Dean+%26+Peggy+2007+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257778734370433506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcrhz-FK4ZTzUDYVdP-TUqyZXg0ccI2iwH2gsVYvlgrn0Y21CIzO7STYgfNIgUy985ASr-CYoGzkwl3RRBoGhut2Jw0Ju7emo_irIZNUnnBCiIx3wGmtFmjpczuC06tcXw1KJ/s200/Dean+%26+Peggy+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257778528142870354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyisFpRM7zm3uZ07VF4iomPmI_cAbckLHN-7qrfCZH_eUKhs_JcGBPBoLrkf44pQ_scxCAN-38RRtv0sOZ8AxrrFAH-O-1P1L7tsGM7Ow6F3_02JdPyiL5r_G9dQb5JgXQL62u/s200/Dean+%26+Peggy+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left">When I was a kid and teenager, i thought the following about parents:</p><br />1. My parents were hard on me<br />2. My parents were old-fashioned<br />3. My parents were stupid<br />4. My parents think they know everything and actually don't<br />5. I won't be like my parents.<br /><br /><br />Then I grew up. As an adult, i thought the following about parents:<br /><br /><br />1. My parents are alright...and they are a great grocery store.<br />2. My parents are old-fashioned<br />3. My parents are pretty smart<br />4. My parents might actually know a thing or two about this thing called life...but not everything.<br />5. I won't be like my parents.<br /><br /><br />Since becoming a parent, I have learned LOTS. For example:<br /><br />1. My parents were awesome...and still a great grocery store!<br />2. My parents were brave...not old-fashioned<br />3. My parents may have been a bit stupid - only because of the crap they let me get away with...if abi or emma even comes close to trying to pull off some of that crap their ass will be grass!<br />4. My parents know EVERYTHING.<br />5. I would give ANYTHING to be like my parents.<br /><br /><br />Being a parent is hard work. It takes a LOT of patience...something I don't have; a calmness about you...something I don't have; knowledge and wisdom...something I like to say I have, but actually don't; and most importantly, A LOT of love...which thankfully I do have.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhzUVcGXNh2bJcaMNxdeWWDP0dwzBlmBlLVdX8QNsgbRnEiWGWJ9N0wh7OX4UWX2eIFL3eyPVAhmugklYd6RT5NUf1_sW3nxUJOSVIX-CfpE3BlD-ToBEkkn07Y4MThecAeTw/s1600-h/July+2007+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257779822415306050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhzUVcGXNh2bJcaMNxdeWWDP0dwzBlmBlLVdX8QNsgbRnEiWGWJ9N0wh7OX4UWX2eIFL3eyPVAhmugklYd6RT5NUf1_sW3nxUJOSVIX-CfpE3BlD-ToBEkkn07Y4MThecAeTw/s200/July+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br />It's been a tough couple of weeks with abi, and I'm starting to weaken. I mean, this girl is EXACTLY like me!! How on earth did my parents put up with me? She talks back ALL THE TIME and doesn't listen to a word I say...of course I ALWAYS listened...well, to my mom anyway.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's really getting annoying, and at the end of the day I feel like a complete failure as a parent...as a mom. I remember always thinking so much of my mom, and if I ever hurt her (which I did twice...maybe three times...or four), I hurt more. Now, here I am a mom myself, with a child that seems to hate me. I know she doesn't, but it seems like she couldn't be more disrespectful...and all I seem to do is yell at her! I don't blame her for not liking me...I don't like me!<br /><br /><br />Each night I say, tomorrow will be different, tomorrow I won't yell...and then I tell her 20 times to hurry up and brush her teeth already, then ask her another 40 times to "just get dressed", then I remind her that her bus will be here in "15 mins...10 mins...FIVE MINUTES..." then OUT THE WINDOW goes my promise to not yell. Then she leaves for school, and I slump in my chair crying..."what a waste of perfectly good morning!" WHEN WILL I LEARN? I make another promise that when she gets home it will be different.<br /><br /><br />THEN, she walks in the door.<br /><br /><br />I ask her 20 times to take off her shoes.<br />I ask her another 20 times to hang up her jacket, and not leave it on the floor.<br />I ask her to put her lunch bag in the kitchen....after about 20 minutes I grunt and take it in myself!<br />I ask her about her day, and I get "eh"<br />She complains that the snack I have for her isn't what she wants.<br />She complains that she wanted water, NOT milk.<br />She complains that I'm not letting her eat chocolate<br />I ask her 20 times to pick up the clothes in her bedroom...they are still on the floor!<br />She then complains that Emily (or Noah, or Gavin, or Tristan, or Grace) has the new .... whatever is new and exciting that day that she doesn't own...and GONE IS THE PROMISE not to yell!<br /><p> </p><br />I'm hoping that my parents had the same struggles, and I just don't remember them. I hope that one day, Abi will remember her mom as a loving, kind and caring woman, who did all she could for her, and raised her right...not as the "mean step-mother" as she is so inclined to call me these days.<br /><br /><br />So, today, I'm not making any promises...but I will be praying.<br /><br /><br /><br />To those I love,<br />Peace.<br /><br />D:)This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-66621819350277401442008-10-06T13:43:00.005-05:002008-10-07T05:13:20.987-05:00AbigailismsAbi has been on a roll recently!<br /><br /><br />Abigailism #1<br /><br /><br />Abi has been learning her 'smartie words' since she started Grade One. She receives 5 words a week that she has to learn (know to look at them, spell them, and what their meaning is). Every night we go over her smartie words, and it can get a bit taxing and frustrating for both abi and mommy. SOOOO, we've been trying ways to make it fun...whatever abi thinks would be fun that day. Well, she decided it would be fun for me to guess what she is posing as, and if I guess right, then she will type out a smartie word on the computer; if I guess wrong then she types "X".<br /><br /><br />For this abigailism, I have to use pictures for you to get the full effect...<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114807191325522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vpk7zKQUCw9Og-QYz5D6Zas-AeHTbXgDE0q8Ov-JZvOvT0Rl5O-WhgioBnXt7toalzqsESZxwPZE2NoteAc2a8Ix1tESa_a29ayCTS90zfz57HMTtJH8qcHq46yOEKjKAN34/s200/September+part+2+008.jpg" border="0" />abi: what am I mom?</p><p>mom: ummm, a rock?</p><p>abi: nope, a seed!</p><p>mom: oh, i see.</p><p>abi: a big fat X for you!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114811859329074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Fjh4eZq-qUO5IrSjs-M-M7h9PybkV3KlbpVFUTaSA1s89qFgPZjhgOE8BMogTrAcnClbJSFrqELwGoPHc3nxmB2goKEsOsAVpiKmLeSDaTUexk6gFiExnN9Am3duJVlRlpqE/s200/September+part+2+009.jpg" border="0" /><br />abi: what am I know mom?</p><p>mom: a tree.</p><p>abi: nope. a growing seed!</p><p>mom: couldn't that technically be a tree.</p><p>abi: NO...big fat X for you again!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114813423724690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdE4gPk1ukA3s0sq85Fg2hNDZVhCQzHVL8s1szDb3yDCvGIwf6TiJ8Jqvbzdd0cdB52B2rLqCDYgbTFT6q0g8UZVUlePlXwsIYo2901fUbhcZ1mAqSAbv06FZkeAZ3qraiKzRh/s200/September+part+2+010.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />abi: and now mommy, what am I?<br /><br />mommy: a lightpost?<br /><br />abi: NOPE, wrong again mommy...I'm a flower now!! Sheesh, i'm gonna fail my smartie words if you keep this up!<br /><br />mommy: then how about we try something else.<br /><br />abi: no way, this way funner.<br /><br /><br /><br />Abigailism #2<br /><br /><br />This one requires you to know my hubby. Well, not necessarily KNOW him, but understand that he is a hairy man...ape like almost (I LOVE YOU)...<br /><br /><br />My hubby sells RedBull for a living. There are two other guys that he works with, that are attached, and who we hang out with quite a bit. Abi has grown quite fond of the redbull gang - Derek (Garek) and Erin, Russ (Russell) and Katie. Abi was going through some of the pictures on my camera and spotted a picture of Erin and told me that she looked like a Bratz doll. The following conversation then took place:<br /><br /><br />mom: ha ha<br /><br />abi: I think that's why erin and me are bestest of friends.<br /><br />mom: why?<br /><br />abi: cuz she likests Bratz like me and so we are bestest friends.<br /><br />mom: oh? what about Katie?<br /><br />abi: yup, her too. and Becca (another friend of the redbull widow club). Becca is fun.<br /><br />mom: That's sweet. I'm glad you like mommies friends.<br /><br />abi: and I love Garek (derek) (she has a HUGE crush on him, but don't tell her I told you).<br /><br />mom: you do? what about Russ?<br /><br />abi: yup, Russell is good too. But you know what mommy?<br /><br />mom: what abs?<br /><br />abi: I like daddy the bestest.<br /><br />mom: that's nice, daddy sure does love you.<br /><br />abi: you know why I like daddy the bestest?<br /><br />mom: why?<br /><br />abi: cuz he snuggles me...he so warm and cuddly, he's like a bear!<br /><br />mom: in more ways than one!<br /><br /><br /><br />Abigailism #3<br /><br /><br />We went out to Roland, Manitoba this weekend for their annual pumpkin fair with my parents and my mom (aka momma peggy) was stuck in the very back of the van with abi. Abi of course talked, and talked and TALKED all the way there and all the way back. We got a few chuckles from her here and there, but NOTHING topped abi's response when my mom told us one of abi's "secrets":<br /><br /><br />abi: momma isn't very good at keeping secrets. momma, you're an OOLLLLLD lady!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254120281651705330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRPtzSfpVba18CW9Px4pGE6uEYTc1p7MuYu_v8X0ntHDqUklRBfMo9V8pbrYK29S5139m2O1Tj8PORLQD8IwGNddSO0DxR2kUFg4EmQ-oiSZ0fNIjH_RBhepJPpIWP6UY6cSi/s200/Misc+July+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />To those we love, peace.<br /><br /><br />DThis is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006079.post-2057217777726529182008-09-26T16:20:00.002-05:002008-09-26T16:36:42.120-05:00AbigailismsToday Abi had the Terry Fox Run at her "sister" school, which her little friend Caleb goes to. When Abi walked in from school today, the below conversation took place:<br /><br /><br /><br />mommy: how was the run today?<br /><br />abi: good.<br /><br />mommy: did you have fun at bedson?<br /><br />abi: yup. I got to see caleb! he kissed me and hugged me twice! I think he has a crush on me.<br /><br />mommy: I think the two of you are just really good friends (note: caleb is the son of abi's godparents and the two have been friends since caleb was born).<br /><br />abi: no. he wants to marry me.<br /><br />mommy: we'll see about that.<br /><br /><br /><br />abi: mommy?<br /><br />mommy: yup.<br /><br />abi: Terry Fox has a metal leg. but he died, so now he is just a statue and his parents are very sad. they cry. alot. I saw it in the movie.<br /><br />mommy: I know.<br /><br />abi: YOU DO? you weren't there today mommy, you didn't see the movie!<br /><br />mommy: I used to do terry fox runs at my school as a kid.<br /><br />abi: YOU DID?<br /><br />mommy: yup.<br /><br />abi: wow, terry fox must be old! oh wait, he's dead...that's why we run.<br /><br /><br /><br />To those I love, peace.<br /><br /><br /><br />D:)This is the PUDDICOMBE CLAN!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15590393977406862676noreply@blogger.com1