tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12200705343466391932024-03-14T02:08:11.349-07:00Tana Hana girl just bloggingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-23501543658362605682017-06-28T09:15:00.000-07:002018-01-10T17:02:54.619-08:00Hank's Birth Story<p class="p1"><span class="s1">It's been 3 weeks and Hank is BLISS. Ahhh, sometimes Kade and I will just look at him and then at each other and be like, WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH. It's the craziest and best. I figured I should write down his birth story because I never, ever want to forget! One of the top moments of my whole life. </span></p><br/><p class="p1"><span class="s1">Here's the story in full detail! It's pretty lengthy, and well, detailed. You've been warned....</span></p><br/><p class="p1"><span class="s1">I woke up on June 7th at 1:30 in the morning and just felt like I had to go to the bathroom. So I did but liquid just kept coming out! I honestly couldn't figure out if I had just lost control of my bladder (hahaha pregnancy...) or if my water broke! So I sat for a good 20 minutes working on that and I started googling stuff and I basically came to the conclusion that my water broke haha. I got Kade up and told him that I thought my water broke and his response was, "Are you serious? Does that mean I have to get up?" Haha! I told him that he did, in fact, have to get up! We actually both googled it before we left just to make sure because neither of us wanted to get sent home from the hospital! I told Kade to pack a bag and I put on a little makeup because I was looking haggard and thought delivery would only make it worse... So we got our stuff together, I put a towel between my legs (hahahaha) and off to the hospital we went! </span></p><br/><p class="p1"><span class="s1">We ended up getting to the hospital about 2:30 and checked in. It was so quiet and seemed so calm. It was weird actually. They took us back to a room and I changed into a gown and a nurse came in and checked. Sure enough, my water broke! It was such a relief. We reeeeeeeaaally didn't want to get sent home. There were 4 other girls that got sent home that night! So the nurse was happy to keep us. I was only dilated to a 1 and wasn't fully effaced and I haven't even had any contractions! But, they had to keep me because my water broke and the risk of infection goes way up if that happens. Soooo, there we were just hangin out. </span></p><br/><br/><br/>[caption id="attachment_1138" align="alignnone" width="1280"]<img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1138" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/img_6488.jpg" alt="IMG_6488.JPG" width="1280" height="960" /> Our last (and not best) picture as a family of two![/caption]<br/><p class="p1"><span class="s1">We both tried to sleep a little but nurses kept coming in to check me. They hooked me up to an IV and that was not pleasant... The poor nurse. She tried twice and went through my vein both times and was digging around in my arm and it was very unpleasant and just couldn't get it so she finally had to call another nurse in to do it. I'm still bruised from that... Anyway, we slept on and off and hung out and it was like 4 in the morning and I still wasn't really dilating or progressing but with the small, minor contractions I was having, baby's heart rate would drop so they didn't want to start Pitocin because that would only make it worse. So, we just kept hanging out.</span></p><br/><p class="p1"><span class="s1">*Side note: Before I ever got pregnant and during my whole pregnancy I knew I wanted to have an unmedicated birth. I just wanted to do it without. I have absolutely nothing against how anyone else has babies or modern medicine or anything like that. There is no right or wrong way, I mean, you had a BABY. That's freakin' amazing no matter how it happens. I definitely had an open mind because things don't always go according to plan and I didn't want to be devastated or crushed or somehow resent how my baby was born because of that, but I knew I wanted to do unmedicated. Or try anyway. So, there's that. Back to the story.</span></p><br/><p class="p1"><span class="s1">I labored by myself for a while and the contractions all of a sudden started getting so bad!! Like, BAM. Pretty minor and then they sky rocketed! I tried to remember my breathing techniques and visualizations but man, when you're having a contraction, that stuff is hard to remember! Haha. So basically it all went out the window... Kade was so good and let me squeeze the crap out of his fingers and he counted with me and he was just so good. My contractions were getting worse and a lot closer together so I thought that meant I was dilating more but the nurse came and checked again and I was only at a 2!!!!! So I kept going for a while and then finally asked for pain medicine. I couldn't really relax between contractions and it just got too painful. So they gave me something else (not an epidural) and it didn't do jack! In fact, it made me so, so sick. I was violently throwing up! The only time I got sick and threw up during my pregnancy was during delivery haha. It also made me so loopy. I was so out of it and couldn't keep my eyes open and I was so nauseous. Then, they had to put me on oxygen because baby's heart rate was still dropping with every contraction and the plastic thing smelled like plastic and hospital and it made it harder to breathe and made me even more nauseous and it was just not good! So I continued to labor like that for a little and my contractions honestly felt so strong and I was only at a 2 so I decided that if that's how bad it was at a 2 then I really didn't want to find out what they were like at a 10. So, I got an epidural at like 9:45 am. </span></p><br/>It was insane not being in control of my pain! I honestly was a little bummed at first to get the epidural just because I felt like I was a lot stronger and could've lasted longer. But, after it kicked in, I was so happy I got it. The experience was so much more pleasant for me and for Kade (haha poor guy, he was so helpful but I don't think his fingers could've lasted much longer I was squeezing them so hard). Kade and I were both finally able to relax and be comfortable! Heck, I even took a nap! But, I tried to keep the medicine low enough that I would still have a little feeling and be aware of my body and know when to push and all of that.<br/><br/>The doctor decided it was best that they start me on the lowest dose possible of Pitocin because I still wasn't progressing and I was just stuck for so long and they needed to get things moving. At this point it was like 11:45 or 12 and Kade was starving (so was I but they wouldn't let me eat...) and the nurse said that I most likely wouldn't deliver until 6 or 7 that night because I was only at a 4 so he would be okay to leave for a little. So he went to Cubby's literally right across the street from the hospital. While he was gone the nurse came in and checked me and was like, "Ummm, you need to call your husband and tell him to get back here right now." I had dilated to an 8 in a matter of 10 minutes! I called Kade half laughing and half panicking that he wouldn't get back in time and told him to hurry the heck up!! After what felt like an eternity, he finally made it back and asked the nurse what I was at on his way into my room and she told him I was an 8 pushing a 9! So they came in together and she checked me one more time and was totally shocked and told me to put my legs back together and not move. Apparently baby's head was right there!!! She called the doctor who was doing a D&C downstairs and said she needed 15 minutes. I started stressing a little because my mom wasn't even there! Kade called her and told her to run. Thankfully they don't live far away haha.<br/><br/>I told my nurse I was starting to feel pressure and so she grabbed another nurse and they starting prepping to deliver him themselves! My mom walked in probably 2 minutes after that and then 2 minutes after that the doctor walked in! They set my bed up and got my legs all situated and told me to push. One little half push and his head was all the way out and then they told me to count to 10 and push and I got to about 7 and he was out!! They laid him pretty much immediately on me and he had such a good, strong cry! The nurses commented that he was actually pretty loud haha. It felt like he was always part of our family, like obviously he came to us! He was so perfect and straight from heaven and it was just so surreal! I totally get emotional typing this out and even thinking about it. It was one of the most special moments of my whole life.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1197" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/dsc011741.jpg" alt="DSC01174.jpg" width="4240" height="2832" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1199" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/dsc011731.jpg" alt="DSC01173.jpg" width="4240" height="2832" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1204" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/dsc011812.jpg" alt="DSC01181.jpg" width="4240" height="2832" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1205" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/dsc011801.jpg" alt="DSC01180.jpg" width="4240" height="2832" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1208" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/dsc01183.jpg" alt="DSC01183.jpg" width="4240" height="2832" /><br/><br/>And there it is. Hank Kade Hansen was born at 12:31 pm. He weighed 6 lbs 9 oz and was 19 1/2 inches long. He is such a dreamboat and I seriously feel like my heart is going to explode! We love our little guy SO much. Welcome to the crew Hank!<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1193" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/dsc01205.jpg" alt="DSC01205.jpg" width="4240" height="2832" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-34092005154583985712017-05-03T19:49:00.000-07:002018-01-10T17:02:54.573-08:00happeningsLots has been happening around here! But then it's funny because sometimes it seems like nothing at all has been happening haha. But really, there has been a lot! So I thought I'd give an update.<br/><br/>I am now 34 weeks pregnant!! Gaaaaaahhh. That's weird. We've officially hit the point where I can say that we are having a baby next month! Like WHAT. So nuts. And so, so exciting all at the same time! For the most part, I still feel pretty good. Exhaustion has start to set in and there have been a couple days that I feel like I literally cannot go on or function without a nap. So I nap and I nap hard. Like 2+ hour naps. I'm not sleeping super well at night, I'm pretty restless and mostly uncomfortable and I'm tired all the time so my naps are where I get my sleep I guess haha.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1118" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/img_3402.jpg" alt="IMG_3402.jpg" width="3456" height="5184" /><br/><br/>Side note: WHY can't pregnant women sleep well towards the end?? Like, we're going to have a baby here soon, shouldn't I be getting the best sleep of my life now? Because we're going to be sleep deprived then that's for sure. But starting now before we even have the baby? That's kinda mean. Or maybe smart... I guess it's good prep. But I don't like it.<br/><br/>Anyway.... I've started to get ligament/tendon/something pain right in my groin area and I've done a ton of research and apparently that's pretty normal. Things are just changing a lot and it goes away when you have the baby. It just makes getting out of bed hard, putting pants on hard, and rolling over hard. So I feel like, sound like, and look like I'm 100 years old sometimes haha.<br/><br/>Okay, enough complaining. Other than that, I feel GREAT. I am so excited to get this baby here!! Nesting has start to set in a little and I just want everything CLEAN and FINISHED. Which is a challenge because we're still doing renovations. Ha. But, basement should be finished really soon and then we can do some shifting and set up baby's nursery!<br/><br/>Moving on to things other than baby... (but what else is there? ;) just kidding!) I graduated? That's great news and a pretty big deal, ya? It maybe doesn't feel like it because I did online school and I didn't walk. In hindsight, I totally should've walked. I just didn't because... I don't know. Too much of a hassle? I really don't know. It would've been a really cool experience but I am happy and well without walking so it's fine.<br/><br/>I graduated from Weber State with a degree in Health Administrative Services with an emphasis in Health Promotion. Whew. That's a lot to say haha. After I say that, most people ask what I'm going to do with that and my answer is nothing. I really am not particularly interested in my degree, which is so awful. But, there was a mix up with my programs and I ended up being farther along in this one than the one I originally intended to be in so I just went with it. Honestly, I'll probably go back to school anyway so I'm not overly concerned. My original oriiiiginal plan was to go to nursing school, but life happened and nursing school didn't. So, I'll go back and do that eventually. Sooner? Later? I'm not sure. But I will. And then I'll walk :)<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1123" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/img_3411.jpg" alt="IMG_3411.jpg" width="3456" height="5184" /><br/><br/>Kade was the nicest and stopped by Weber State on the way to his parent's this past weekend. It was actually only my 2nd time EVER being on campus haha! Neither of us knew where the "front" of the school was or where you took your graduate picture. You know, the ones... It was a Sunday and there wasn't a soul in sight so we drove around for a minute and decided this was just fine. Good thing too because I did a jumping picture and it probably wasn't pretty...<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1129" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/img_3416.jpg" alt="IMG_3416.jpg" width="3456" height="5184" /><br/><br/>Pregnant people are maybe not meant to jump like that hahaha.<br/><br/>Anyway, those are life's happenings. I'm just trying to be patient and enjoy all the things because life is going to change drastically here pretty soon. So, cheers to patience and enjoying all the things!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-80571586475981075702017-04-26T19:35:00.000-07:002018-01-10T17:02:54.529-08:00the showerMy friends are basically the greatest humans ever and threw me a baby shower. I STILL to this day get a little bit teary thinking about it. Hormones, guys, hormones. But, it really was soooo amazing and sweet of them and I'm so grateful!<br/><br/>They went all out! I was blown away.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1041" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_48732.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4873.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1058" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6216.jpg?w=3264" alt="IMG_6216.JPG" width="3264" height="2448" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1042" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_48721.jpg" alt="IMG_4872.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1060" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6207.jpg?w=3264" alt="IMG_6207.JPG" width="3264" height="2448" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1047" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4876.jpg" alt="IMG_4876.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1048" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4881.jpg" alt="IMG_4881.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1049" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4886.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4886.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1052" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4933.jpg" alt="IMG_4933.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/>They had the cutest games for us, too. We played a Guess the Celebrity Baby Game and that was so fun but actually so hard! Haha apparently my knowledge of Pop Culture is lacking. We also played a Bingo game with questions about my pregnancy. It was fun talking about it! I probably talk about pregnancy wayyyyyy more than people care but I just love it!<br/><br/>Baby boy and I were so spoiled and felt so much love. These people are seriously the best. THANK YOU TO THEM OVER AND OVER A MILLION TIMES AGAIN.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1064" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4931.jpg" alt="IMG_4931.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1066" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4928.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4928.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1067" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4926.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4926.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1069" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4924.jpg" alt="IMG_4924.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1070" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4923.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4923.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1072" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4921.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4921.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1074" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4917.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4917.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1076" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4914.jpg?w=5184" alt="IMG_4914.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1079" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6218.jpg?w=3264" alt="IMG_6218.JPG" width="3264" height="2448" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1078" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_4919.jpg" alt="IMG_4919.JPG" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1081" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_8467.jpg?w=4032" alt="IMG_8467.JPG" width="4032" height="3024" /><br/><br/>Taking pictures with other pregnant people is so weird sometimes hahaha.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1085" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6208.jpg?w=3264" alt="IMG_6208.JPG" width="3264" height="2448" /><br/><br/>Aaaaand what baby shower is complete without a selfie?? :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-65598331714416457042017-04-26T18:58:00.000-07:002018-01-10T17:02:54.483-08:00californiaSometimes I really just want to kick myself for not taking pictures. I am just a space cadet! We have a nice, big camera but I aaaaalways forget to get it out or when I do the battery is dead or a basically any other excuse you can come up with. And I'm so mad at myself. every. time. I'm all for living in the moment and soaking it up while you're living it, but I really love pictures. I love looking back and having those memories!<br/><br/>Growing up my dad had a camera in our faces probably every day. He videotaped everything! From the not important, everyday life things, to the really important, monumental things. And now we have all of those on DVD at my parent's house and they are so awesome. We love busting them out on Sundays and they seriously make me so happy! Every person should have a well documented childhood. Those are sooo special to me!!<br/><br/>My parents were the cutest and even gave us a little handheld camcorder to start recording now so that our little babe can have all of those videos, just like I did. Sooo I'm trying...<br/><br/>Whew. There is my rant. And now to document our not-very-well-documented trip to California. Haha!<br/><br/>We were celebrating me finishing my internship and hitting the 30-week pregnancy mark!! Actually, we pretty much just crashed my sister's spring break and were looking for an excuse to get out of town haha.<br/><br/>We stayed with my angel Grandma and went to the beach and ate a lot. That was basically what we did every day and I loved every second of it!<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1005" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6165.jpg?w=3264" alt="IMG_6165.JPG" width="3264" height="2448" /><br/><br/>One day we went on a hike with my aunt April. It was so fun! And so pretty.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1009" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6149.jpg" alt="IMG_6149.JPG" width="7918" height="3126" /><br/><br/>The wild flowers were insane! They were taller than us! And, I'll never pass up an opportunity to decorate with flowers :)<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1015" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6278.jpg" alt="IMG_6278.JPG" width="4032" height="3024" /><br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1013" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_6153.jpg?w=3264" alt="IMG_6153.JPG" width="3264" height="2448" /><br/><br/>It's crazy to think that next time we come back to California we'll have a baby! Until then, I'm enjoying my time with Kade! Oh, and my mom and Emerson ;)<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1020" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_3383.jpg" alt="IMG_3383.jpg" width="5184" height="3456" /><br/><br/> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-64074538688768983672017-03-27T15:14:00.000-07:002018-01-10T17:02:54.437-08:00a toothA tooth. Yep. A chipped one. A chipped <em>front </em>tooth, I might add.<br/><br/>Back story...<br/><br/>When I was little, I was swimming at my friend McKenzie's house and we were racing across the pool. I wasn't wearing goggles and obviously didn't open my eyes under the water because I ran right into the wall!! Ahh, not my finest moment. It chipped my front tooth and unfortunately it was a permanent one.<br/><br/>Thankfully I got a filling and it was only a small corner. Fast forward, life is good, I hardly noticed it. But now, looking back at pictures, how the heck could I not notice it!??! It fit just fine on my small child mouth but then I kinda grew out of it! It totally made my tooth look crooked and was a different color. Oh well.<br/><br/>Soo, after my mission I got it fixed. Just because it was crooked and off color. They had to shave a bit more of my tooth off to make the filling stick but still pretty minor. No problems with it until about 2 weeks ago. I was just minding my own business eating my innocent piece of toast one morning and BAM. It popped off and I swallowed it!! I swallowed it! I kinda freaked out a little because surely that can't be good for my digestive system?? My dentist assured me that people have swallowed much worse and that I would survive haha.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-962" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/img_6009.jpg?w=1280" alt="IMG_6009.JPG" width="1280" height="960" /><br/><br/>This is what I look like first thing in the morning with a chipped tooth. It's a winner. My dentist was super chill and got me in less than an hour after it happened. Praises. It was actually pretty funny.<br/><br/>I totally forgot about it again. Despite having to shave off more of my tooth, he made it look better than it ever has and I didn't give it one more thought. Theeeeeennnn, we were in Santa Cruz this past weekend eating lunch and I bit into my kinda crunchy baguette sandwich. No problems until about halfway through. I took another bite and knew instantly something wasn't right. I licked my teeth and my filling was gone!! IT WAS GONE. Actually, it fell on my plate (gross) but it was definitely not where it was supposed to be!! We were with our friends! In public! Not going home until the next day! The dentist didn't open until Monday! Oh my heck. I was mortified and this time it was so not funny. I told Kade and he just laughed. Nice... I did the best I could to hide it but eventually everyone found out. And laughed. Then felt bad for me. Cause let's be real, I'm pregnant and have a big chip in my front tooth. I really don't have a lot working for me here hahah.<br/><br/>I made it through the weekend and hardly opened my mouth. Ha really though! I smiled without showing teeth, I basically mumbled to try and keep my mouth closed and somehow, we made it.<br/><br/>I called the very second my dentist opened today and I was crushed to hear that he wasn't in and wouldn't be able to fix it until TOMORROW. That's a lot of days with a fat chip in your front tooth.<br/><br/>Kade keeps telling me to embrace it because it's "cute" and that I should just leave it! Yeah, umm no thanks. But, here I am trying to embrace it. Please pray for me hahah.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-970" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/img_6086.jpg?w=1280" alt="IMG_6086.JPG" width="1280" height="960" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-35861012005158066162017-03-10T19:57:00.000-08:002018-01-10T17:02:54.322-08:00walkin'I've taken up a new hobby. I walk! Does that even count as a hobby...? Not sure... But I like it. I feel like it's a very pregnant lady thing to do haha. Me and my belly just takin' charge of the neighborhood! I've been able to keep up my regular exercise routine for the most part and I am so so grateful for that, so walking is more of just something to do to de-stress. Not that my life is super stressful or anything, because it's really not. But, it's a good time to unwind and relax. I make a point to not use my phone while I'm out and I just walk. It doesn't have to be long, I just go. Basically as long as I feel like it. I'm a fan! I totally want to keep this up after baby gets here! And I feel like I will because OUR STROLLER CAME.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-899" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/img_5922.jpg" alt="IMG_5922" width="2448" height="3264" /><br/><br/>I wanted to give our delivery guy a hug.<br/><br/>It is weird that I'm kind of obsessed with it? I think it's the cutest thing ever. We did a ton of research and just felt like this was the one. Like, theee one. It was a little spendy, but this thing can hold 3 kids and it's just so easy and convenient and I could sell you on a million reasons why I love this stroller. But mostly, it's just so cute. Like the bassinet??? I die.<br/><br/><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-907" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/fullsizerender-8.jpg" alt="FullSizeRender 8" width="2448" height="3264" /><br/><br/>Low quality picture of a high quality stroller.<br/><br/>I set it up the second I got it. And it's still up sitting in our dining room. And probably will be until we actually use it. I have no intention of putting it elsewhere. Sometimes I just like to push it around the kitchen because I can. I have even contemplated taking it on a walk with me. Because I like to walk and I like my stroller. But I thought people would think I'm crazy. Which would probably be true...<br/><br/>This kid just needs to get here already! Until then, if anyone has a baby I can borrow for a minute... that'd be cool ;)<br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> <br/><br/> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-74281712722368728462017-03-01T16:21:00.002-08:002018-01-10T17:02:53.936-08:00a baby moon (sort of)We went on a babymoon! Sort of. Okay wait, actually no we didn't. We went to Hawaii with friends. Which is still pretty freakin' awesome. We went with a couple of single friends and another couple. It was so fun! But, I'm not calling it a babymoon just so we can go somewhere warm and nice again in a few months time. Ha!<br /><br />Anyway... We planned this trip back in December and I was waiting and waiting <i>and waiting.... </i>and we finally went! And it was just as wonderful as I had hoped.<br />I reeeeaaaallly miss Hawaii life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/0c002-img_3194.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/0c002-img_3194.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div><br />We ate so much good food! Oh heavens. <strike>That may have been my favorite part.</strike><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/2cf64-img_5704.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/2cf64-img_5704.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><br />That. Ooooohhoohohohohhh my. Frozen yogurt with fresh pineapple, bananas, coconut, and lilikoi butter! Basically what dreams are made of.<br />Obviously I'm pregnant and love all the food.<br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span>The house we were stayed in was awesome! We Airbnb-ed (?) a condo at Turtle Bay. Which I 10/10 recommend. Great location and it was nice! We, at our max, had 8 people staying in the 1-bedroom-with-a-loft house. So there were cramped moments, but it worked out just fine. Thankfully our friends were nice enough to let me have a bed. Thank you, friends!!<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/ceb3d-img_5731.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/ceb3d-img_5731.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">The boys headed out to surf and me headed to my workout at sunrise.</span><br /><br />Every morning while the boys surfed early, I got up and went outside to do a workout. I watched the sunrise almost every morning and it was awesome. Everyone everywhere should do that all the time. It seriously was so peaceful and relaxing.<br /><br />After the boys surfed in the morning, they would usually surf again in the afternoon. So we would pile in the car and follow them to another surf spot. This is a lot of what my view was haha. But I really wasn't all that mad. I got to go to the beach, lay out, take a nap, read a book. Basically what I wanted to do anyway!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/3a936-img_3239.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/3a936-img_3239.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/a74aa-img_3242.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/a74aa-img_3242.jpg?w=200" width="426" /></a></div><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/74d48-img_5711.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/74d48-img_5711.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/7b6be-img_5712.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/7b6be-img_5712.jpg?w=169" width="360" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">Different spot, different day</span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span>Poor Kade. He went out one morning and obviously did a half-a job at putting sunscreen on. He was FRIED. Like, skin was a nice shade of purple fried. So bad. You could tell where he put sunscreen on though, so I guess we know it works?? When applied correctly haha.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/00677-img_3217.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/00677-img_3217.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/930df-img_3224.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/930df-img_3224.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div>If you look on Kade's shoulders you can see how distinct the line is! Haha. I ate my own words shortly after that. My feet were so fried it hurt to walk! Ugh. We're such mainland rookies.<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/3b188-img_5757.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/3b188-img_5757.jpg?w=169" width="360" /></a><br /><br />While we were there they were having the Volcom Pipe Pro surf competition. It only ran one of the days we were there but we went and watched the day it did! Along with half of the island... But, it was fun! Naturally we got my favorite acai and hung out all day. Not too shabby.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/27804-img_5733.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/27804-img_5733.jpg?w=169" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/afd20-img_3244.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/afd20-img_3244.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/766d8-fullsizerender2b4.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/766d8-fullsizerender2b4.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/31d8a-img_5747.jpg"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/31d8a-img_5747.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><br />We were even lucky enough to snag a picture with John John Florence! This wasn't at the competition actually. We basically stalked him and lingered on the beach to ambush him when he got out of the water... It's fine. But, when we saw him at the competition I felt like we were friends...ya know? Like, "hey I stalked you and you said hi to me! Remember??" That kinda friendship. Hahaha.<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/b5fc6-fullsizerender2b7.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/b5fc6-fullsizerender2b7.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a><br /><br />One day we went on a hike called Chinaman's Hat. Of course we had to stop and get McDonald's ice cream on the way ;) For this hike, you start at this beach and then have to swim across open ocean to this island and then you climb up to the top. So basically it was freakin' scary. Swimming. Across open ocean. Like, sharks?? Pregnant?? They can sense my fear? They can sense I'll fill them up a little more because I'm like 1 and a half people right now? Somehow I got talked in to it... Thankfully Kade brought boogie boards that we paddled out with and it ended up being not so bad! I was dead tired when we got there... it was probably a 20 minute paddle and then we had to hike up. That part was pretty steep and kinda scary but the view from the top was amazing!! So worth it. We didn't bring any phones or GoPros because we all forgot so I can't even show it off. Thankfully, there was a guy up there with a GoPro that took our picture for us.<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/6d332-img_5722.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/6d332-img_5722.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/539ca-img_5782.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/539ca-img_5782.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><br />Basically the trip consisted of lots of sunsets, lots of food, lots of surf, and lots of Kade :) Haha. I just love him. (Gushy wife moment)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/9b93f-img_3196.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/9b93f-img_3196.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/b6f0f-img_3261.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/b6f0f-img_3261.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Even the pregnant lady got to surf! So fun. Already planning another trip back for us!! A real babymoon this time ;)<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/2349a-fullsizerender2b2.jpg" style="clear:left;float:left;margin-bottom:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/2349a-fullsizerender2b2.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-39603652915352460662017-03-01T16:21:00.001-08:002017-03-01T16:21:53.552-08:00a baby moon (sort of) We went on a babymoon! Sort of. Okay wait, actually no we didn't. We went to Hawaii with friends. Which is still pretty freakin' awesome. We went with a couple of single friends and another couple. It was so fun! But, I'm not calling it a babymoon just so we can go somewhere warm and nice again in a few months time. Ha!<br />
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That. Ooooohhoohohohohhh my. Frozen yogurt with fresh pineapple, bananas, coconut, and lilikoi butter! Basically what dreams are made of.<br />
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The house we were stayed in was awesome! We Airbnb-ed (?) a condo at Turtle Bay. Which I 10/10 recommend. Great location and it was nice! We, at our max, had 8 people staying in the 1-bedroom-with-a-loft house. So there were cramped moments, but it worked out just fine. Thankfully our friends were nice enough to let me have a bed. Thank you, friends!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The boys headed out to surf and me headed to my workout at sunrise.</span><br />
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After the boys surfed in the morning, they would usually surf again in the afternoon. So we would pile in the car and follow them to another surf spot. This is a lot of what my view was haha. But I really wasn't all that mad. I got to go to the beach, lay out, take a nap, read a book. Basically what I wanted to do anyway!<br />
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If you look on Kade's shoulders you can see how distinct the line is! Haha. I ate my own words shortly after that. My feet were so fried it hurt to walk! Ugh. We're such mainland rookies.<br />
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While we were there they were having the Volcom Pipe Pro surf competition. It only ran one of the days we were there but we went and watched the day it did! Along with half of the island... But, it was fun! Naturally we got my favorite acai and hung out all day. Not too shabby.<br />
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We were even lucky enough to snag a picture with John John Florence! This wasn't at the competition actually. We basically stalked him and lingered on the beach to ambush him when he got out of the water... It's fine. But, when we saw him at the competition I felt like we were friends...ya know? Like, "hey I stalked you and you said hi to me! Remember??" That kinda friendship. Hahaha.<br />
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One day we went on a hike called Chinaman's Hat. Of course we had to stop and get McDonald's ice cream on the way ;) For this hike, you start at this beach and then have to swim across open ocean to this island and then you climb up to the top. So basically it was freakin' scary. Swimming. Across open ocean. Like, sharks?? Pregnant?? They can sense my fear? They can sense I'll fill them up a little more because I'm like 1 and a half people right now? Somehow I got talked in to it... Thankfully Kade brought boogie boards that we paddled out with and it ended up being not so bad! I was dead tired when we got there... it was probably a 20 minute paddle and then we had to hike up. That part was pretty steep and kinda scary but the view from the top was amazing!! So worth it. We didn't bring any phones or GoPros because we all forgot so I can't even show it off. Thankfully, there was a guy up there with a GoPro that took our picture for us.<br />
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Basically the trip consisted of lots of sunsets, lots of food, lots of surf, and lots of Kade :) Haha. I just love him. (Gushy wife moment)<br />
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Even the pregnant lady got to surf! So fun. Already planning another trip back for us!! A real babymoon this time ;)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-6248467743046695702017-02-20T15:58:00.002-08:002018-01-10T17:02:54.043-08:00no shameAt the beginning of January I met this lady that I will be in pretty regular contact with over the next couple of months. When we first met, we introduced ourselves and we told each other about our lives. She went first.<div>Her life is full of adventure. Fun, adrenaline-pumping, travel around the world, spontaneous, flying by the seat of her pants stuff. She is a little older, not married, and from what she said, lives a pretty cool life. It sounded awesome.</div><div>Then, it was my turn. I gushed about Kade and how he is the best best ever, how we just bought a house, how I'm still a student, and we live in Provo, and we're having a baby!! <div>Her next question to me was, "How old are you?" I told her I was 23 and the whole atmosphere changed instantly. She became pretty disengaged and slightly standoffish and almost like she was looking down at me. </div><div>I was shocked. Thinking about it for a little, I realized that she may have reacted that way because my life is your pretty average, Utah, mormon girl life. I got married relatively young (22), we've only been married for a year and a half and we're already having kids, and we bought a house in Provo, UT of all places... And that just didn't go with her style. She made it clear that she wanted nothing like the lifestyle I had. It was too cookie cutter and she wanted to be different and fun and definitely not tied down in anyway. </div></div><div>After she reacted that way, the rest of the meeting was just weird. I started to feel kind of embarrassed about my life and the fact that I was young and married and pregnant. I felt the need to justify my everything in my life. "We bought a house in Provo because it's close to family... and we don't know where we want to end up yet..." "Kade is a little older than I am and so we thought we should start having kids..." You get the idea. </div><div>I came home and was pretty down because of the interaction and I was a little bummed that my life wasn't more exciting or spontaneous like hers. I thought about all the things we wouldn't be able to do soon because we'll have a small human, how we're kind of tied down, and that we're a boring couple. </div><div>I let myself throw a pity party for a minute and then I was like... </div><div><br /></div><div><b>WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Before my meeting with this lady I was <b>beyond stoked </b>about my life. I was stoked to be married and having a baby, I was stoked to have our own house, and I thought my life pretty dang amazing. </div><div>Why did what this lady thought of me have to change my opinion about all of that??</div><div>Comparison is a real witch I tell ya.</div><div>After I ran through all of that in my head, I seriously wanted to cry. I was so ashamed of myself for being ashamed of my life!! I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. My life is beautiful! And it's MINE. </div><div>So what if it doesn't conform to her standards? So what if we can't drop everything to travel across the world tomorrow? So what if we're pretty average? Her opinion is NOT important. Her opinion should NOT effect the way I live my life. </div><div>I am proud to be a wife. I am proud to be a soon-to-be-mom and I want everyone to know that gosh dangit!! </div><div>I felt the need to apologize to Kade... So I did and I apologized to the baby and to my house and to myself and basically everything I was ashamed of. And vowed to never do that again. </div><div>My life is imperfectly awesome just the way it is.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/05d59-fullsizerender.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/05d59-fullsizerender.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-55418929686248852402017-02-20T15:58:00.001-08:002017-02-20T15:58:45.627-08:00no shameAt the beginning of January I met this lady that I will be in pretty regular contact with over the next couple of months. When we first met, we introduced ourselves and we told each other about our lives. She went first.<div>
Her life is full of adventure. Fun, adrenaline-pumping, travel around the world, spontaneous, flying by the seat of her pants stuff. She is a little older, not married, and from what she said, lives a pretty cool life. It sounded awesome.</div>
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Then, it was my turn. I gushed about Kade and how he is the best best ever, how we just bought a house, how I'm still a student, and we live in Provo, and we're having a baby!! <div>
Her next question to me was, "How old are you?" I told her I was 23 and the whole atmosphere changed instantly. She became pretty disengaged and slightly standoffish and almost like she was looking down at me. </div>
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I was shocked. Thinking about it for a little, I realized that she may have reacted that way because my life is your pretty average, Utah, mormon girl life. I got married relatively young (22), we've only been married for a year and a half and we're already having kids, and we bought a house in Provo, UT of all places... And that just didn't go with her style. She made it clear that she wanted nothing like the lifestyle I had. It was too cookie cutter and she wanted to be different and fun and definitely not tied down in anyway. </div>
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After she reacted that way, the rest of the meeting was just weird. I started to feel kind of embarrassed about my life and the fact that I was young and married and pregnant. I felt the need to justify my everything in my life. "We bought a house in Provo because it's close to family... and we don't know where we want to end up yet..." "Kade is a little older than I am and so we thought we should start having kids..." You get the idea. </div>
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I came home and was pretty down because of the interaction and I was a little bummed that my life wasn't more exciting or spontaneous like hers. I thought about all the things we wouldn't be able to do soon because we'll have a small human, how we're kind of tied down, and that we're a boring couple. </div>
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I let myself throw a pity party for a minute and then I was like... </div>
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Before my meeting with this lady I was <b>beyond stoked </b>about my life. I was stoked to be married and having a baby, I was stoked to have our own house, and I thought my life pretty dang amazing. </div>
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Why did what this lady thought of me have to change my opinion about all of that??</div>
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Comparison is a real witch I tell ya.</div>
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After I ran through all of that in my head, I seriously wanted to cry. I was so ashamed of myself for being ashamed of my life!! I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. My life is beautiful! And it's MINE. </div>
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So what if it doesn't conform to her standards? So what if we can't drop everything to travel across the world tomorrow? So what if we're pretty average? Her opinion is NOT important. Her opinion should NOT effect the way I live my life. </div>
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I am proud to be a wife. I am proud to be a soon-to-be-mom and I want everyone to know that gosh dangit!! </div>
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I felt the need to apologize to Kade... So I did and I apologized to the baby and to my house and to myself and basically everything I was ashamed of. And vowed to never do that again. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-87343758459775134332017-02-17T20:17:00.001-08:002018-01-10T17:02:54.242-08:00oh baby!K, let's pretend my long break never happened. At least that's what I'm going to do....<br /><br />So, to the present. WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!! There's a bomb for ya.<br /><br />We found out on October 12th. I hadn't been feeling 100% and Kade suggested I get a pregnancy test. I thought he was crazy! I had been off of birth control for a couple of months by this point and we loosely agreed to start trying but we didn't try very hard for very long! Apparently we are the people that just get pregnant really fast!! Haha. We are very grateful for that, btw.<br /><br /><span id="goog_460791500"></span><span id="goog_460791501"></span><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/6da4e-img_5192.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/6da4e-img_5192.jpg?w=169" width="360" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">I felt so bizarre buying this!! </span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/bd00a-img_1049.jpg"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/bd00a-img_1049.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">The faintest of lines haha. But I was assured by the packaging that it doesn't matter how faint it is, it still counts!! </span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/74c95-img_9919.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/74c95-img_9919.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">Maybe not my best look. But also maybe not the worst I've looked this pregnancy... Post-gym, sweaty, no made up face and a lovely backdrop of my parent's garage haha. But, it was still a pretty darn happy moment. </span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span>Here's a quick recap of my pregnancy so far:<br /><br />1st Trimester - felt okay. That's pretty much it. I got a little nauseous when I woke up and would get that way if I didn't eat at really regular intervals. I'm talking like eating every 2 hours on the dot here... I didn't really like food though, it was more of a chore to eat than anything else. Nothing ever sounded good and smells were never that pleasant for me. Mostly I just wanted someone to make me food. And figure out what I wanted to eat. Because I sure didn't know. Only on occasion I would get cravings. Like, <i>intense-gotta-eat-this-right-now-or-I'm-going-to-die</i> type of cravings but that didn't really happen all that often. The most memorable cravings were potatoes and cream cheese. Not necessarily together, but if they came that way I probably wasn't mad.<br />For the most part, I was able to do everything I normally did and was just fine! I didn't throw up once and still haven't to this day! (knock on wood) I felt bloated a lot too but basically, I experienced pretty average pregnancy symptoms and they were on the mildest of mild side of the spectrum. Again, SO grateful! #blessed<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/bcee0-img_54832b2.jpg"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/bcee0-img_54832b2.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">Here is the first picture of our little peanut! It was the best, best thing ever being able to hear a strong heartbeat. </span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span>2nd trimester - here we are! I turned a corner at about 12 weeks and have felt great since then. No more nausea!! I still eat a lot but that really isn't anything new haha.<br />We told everyone that we were expecting on Christmas. At that point, I was 15 weeks. We went to Fetal Fotos to find out the gender before we told our families. We just wanted to tell them everything all at once. We are having a BOY!!! Call me crazy but from the second we found out we were pregnant, I totally had this feeling it was a boy. Momtuition? Hunch? Luck? No idea. But it worked out in my favor! Haha.<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/61a62-img_5493.jpg"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/61a62-img_5493.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/d6051-img_5497.jpg"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/d6051-img_5497.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a></span><br /><br />We had our 20 week appointment and got to look at all of baby boy's body parts. He is healthy and developing just perfectly! That was music to my ears. Leading up to this appointment I was soooo nervous and anxious! Thankfully I had nothing to worry about. At the appointment, the kid was moving a ridiculous amount! If we tried to get a picture of his face he would roll and hide it. When we tried to get a picture of his spine he rolled again. He was so wiggly the whole time! My mom heart just about exploded. It was the cutest thing ever.<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/f461a-img_5500.jpg"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/f461a-img_5500.jpg?w=300" width="640" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">This is his freakin' adorable profile! And his hand by his face. By the looks of it, we've got a future thumbsucker on our hands.</span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/0df82-fullsizerender.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/0df82-fullsizerender.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">Obviously those are his feet. Ah. Reeeeaaaally though. I just can't even!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span>I'm currently 23 weeks and feeling pretty stellar. (That's almost 6 months for those who hate counting pregnancies in weeks. I used to be one of those people. It's fine. Really. I get it.) I am out of the stage of looking like I just ate a ton and am overly bloated and my belly is looking more like a pregnant one. Praises! It's weird but I love it. Baby is moving and kicking like crazy. Sometimes it kinda actually hurts! Like when he kicks my kidneys or intestines or whatever else is in there. Most of the time he just sits on my bladder though. So, that's nice.<br />But, I've been able to keep working out, food tastes good again, I sleep like a baby, my nails are the best they've ever been and I'm diggin this pregnancy thing. The only real thing that may be kind of inconvenient is that I get tired a lot. Most days I nap. But, I don't think napping is bad. In fact, I <i>like</i> it and I <i>like</i> that I have an excuse to do it every day. So, still winning.<br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/313fd-img_5799.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/313fd-img_5799.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/b3383-img_5813.jpg"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://tanahan.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/b3383-img_5813.jpg?w=225" width="480" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:x-small;">Shiz is getting real. Noticeable even under a sweatshirt! </span><br /><br />And there ya have it! Pregnancy according to me, thus far. It's been pretty dang awesome and I'm feeling eeeeextra grateful.<br /><br />*I feel the need to say that I am seriously so incredible grateful to have had such an easy pregnancy and to be able to have a baby at all. My heart goes out to anyone struggling with any of those things. I am so lucky and count my blessings everyday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-26397401712894422252017-02-17T20:17:00.000-08:002017-02-17T20:17:23.028-08:00oh baby!K, let's pretend my long break never happened. At least that's what I'm going to do....<br />
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So, to the present. WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!! There's a bomb for ya.<br />
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We found out on October 12th. I hadn't been feeling 100% and Kade suggested I get a pregnancy test. I thought he was crazy! I had been off of birth control for a couple of months by this point and we loosely agreed to start trying but we didn't try very hard for very long! Apparently we are the people that just get pregnant really fast!! Haha. We are very grateful for that, btw.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I felt so bizarre buying this!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The faintest of lines haha. But I was assured by the packaging that it doesn't matter how faint it is, it still counts!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe not my best look. But also maybe not the worst I've looked this pregnancy... Post-gym, sweaty, no made up face and a lovely backdrop of my parent's garage haha. But, it was still a pretty darn happy moment. </span><br />
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Here's a quick recap of my pregnancy so far:<br />
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1st Trimester - felt okay. That's pretty much it. I got a little nauseous when I woke up and would get that way if I didn't eat at really regular intervals. I'm talking like eating every 2 hours on the dot here... I didn't really like food though, it was more of a chore to eat than anything else. Nothing ever sounded good and smells were never that pleasant for me. Mostly I just wanted someone to make me food. And figure out what I wanted to eat. Because I sure didn't know. Only on occasion I would get cravings. Like, <i>intense-gotta-eat-this-right-now-or-I'm-going-to-die</i> type of cravings but that didn't really happen all that often. The most memorable cravings were potatoes and cream cheese. Not necessarily together, but if they came that way I probably wasn't mad.<br />
For the most part, I was able to do everything I normally did and was just fine! I didn't throw up once and still haven't to this day! (knock on wood) I felt bloated a lot too but basically, I experienced pretty average pregnancy symptoms and they were on the mildest of mild side of the spectrum. Again, SO grateful! #blessed<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Here is the first picture of our little peanut! It was the best, best thing ever being able to hear a strong heartbeat. </span><br />
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2nd trimester - here we are! I turned a corner at about 12 weeks and have felt great since then. No more nausea!! I still eat a lot but that really isn't anything new haha.<br />
We told everyone that we were expecting on Christmas. At that point, I was 15 weeks. We went to Fetal Fotos to find out the gender before we told our families. We just wanted to tell them everything all at once. We are having a BOY!!! Call me crazy but from the second we found out we were pregnant, I totally had this feeling it was a boy. Momtuition? Hunch? Luck? No idea. But it worked out in my favor! Haha.<br />
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We had our 20 week appointment and got to look at all of baby boy's body parts. He is healthy and developing just perfectly! That was music to my ears. Leading up to this appointment I was soooo nervous and anxious! Thankfully I had nothing to worry about. At the appointment, the kid was moving a ridiculous amount! If we tried to get a picture of his face he would roll and hide it. When we tried to get a picture of his spine he rolled again. He was so wiggly the whole time! My mom heart just about exploded. It was the cutest thing ever.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-Bqwc2xpFg6dyij7hlGFHfd9FprC3b3WyUBCJk-BEVsqftoX1m-Isw7z7tCj0r7ejV-YcXXdCldVftFDuSSOimleuGyHVCDvZvzJyzDDEqDPBaFqIeHSOa_iAYNZJLRp2uO5CYmfN2b-/s1600/IMG_5500.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-Bqwc2xpFg6dyij7hlGFHfd9FprC3b3WyUBCJk-BEVsqftoX1m-Isw7z7tCj0r7ejV-YcXXdCldVftFDuSSOimleuGyHVCDvZvzJyzDDEqDPBaFqIeHSOa_iAYNZJLRp2uO5CYmfN2b-/s640/IMG_5500.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">This is his freakin' adorable profile! And his hand by his face. By the looks of it, we've got a future thumbsucker on our hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9HtnxM0DDA1Jo_YU_sLH2Ogt6dA-8y-x1Wh0Wuo57IFC2gwFJXPv_oIuUyKs4_jKJrA9i3hhlvQq31F2R_APKsJSWXoBIwz9WdatJY4tTxQMgcWhmBl0svZ1tIVOwCtkwlaJf9zecSxP/s1600/FullSizeRender.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9HtnxM0DDA1Jo_YU_sLH2Ogt6dA-8y-x1Wh0Wuo57IFC2gwFJXPv_oIuUyKs4_jKJrA9i3hhlvQq31F2R_APKsJSWXoBIwz9WdatJY4tTxQMgcWhmBl0svZ1tIVOwCtkwlaJf9zecSxP/s640/FullSizeRender.jpg" width="480" /></a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Obviously those are his feet. Ah. Reeeeaaaally though. I just can't even!!</span><br />
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I'm currently 23 weeks and feeling pretty stellar. (That's almost 6 months for those who hate counting pregnancies in weeks. I used to be one of those people. It's fine. Really. I get it.) I am out of the stage of looking like I just ate a ton and am overly bloated and my belly is looking more like a pregnant one. Praises! It's weird but I love it. Baby is moving and kicking like crazy. Sometimes it kinda actually hurts! Like when he kicks my kidneys or intestines or whatever else is in there. Most of the time he just sits on my bladder though. So, that's nice.<br />
But, I've been able to keep working out, food tastes good again, I sleep like a baby, my nails are the best they've ever been and I'm diggin this pregnancy thing. The only real thing that may be kind of inconvenient is that I get tired a lot. Most days I nap. But, I don't think napping is bad. In fact, I <i>like</i> it and I <i>like</i> that I have an excuse to do it every day. So, still winning.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Shiz is getting real. Noticeable even under a sweatshirt! </span><br />
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And there ya have it! Pregnancy according to me, thus far. It's been pretty dang awesome and I'm feeling eeeeextra grateful.<br />
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*I feel the need to say that I am seriously so incredible grateful to have had such an easy pregnancy and to be able to have a baby at all. My heart goes out to anyone struggling with any of those things. I am so lucky and count my blessings everyday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-28237638023355841782015-11-10T20:55:00.000-08:002015-11-10T20:55:47.729-08:00Paintballing<div style="text-align: center;">
This past weekend we got invited to go paintballing with some friends.</div>
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Confession time. <i>I've never in my whole life been paintballing.</i> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Kade was so disappointed! Hahaha. </span></div>
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I really had no interest in doing it to be honest... This time or any other time. I heard it hurts when you get hit and you get massive welts. Not interested. </div>
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After much asking and prodding, and a huge, fluffy, man-sized down coat being brought out, I somehow got roped into it.</div>
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I had no idea what to expect!! I really was so nervous. Sweaty palms, shaky knees, the whole bit. Plus, I was playing with 15 guys who were really into this stuff. I mean, reeeeaally into this stuff. </div>
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We played in a forest and the second they shouted GO and I ran through the trees SO fast to the biggest one and hid behind it. I don't even think I shot the gun once. But hey! I didn't get hit! </div>
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After that I started warming up and using the gun and running around and shooting and stuff. I felt so cool.</div>
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I only lasted a couple rounds. I was melting in that huge coat. I wanted to play more but there was absolutely no way I was going without that thing. </div>
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I only got hit one time and it skimmed the sleeve of the coat so I really actually never got hit. It was awesome. </div>
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We went "upcountry" to play and have our little bonfire. It is unreal up there. I wish pictures would do it justice but they just don't!! </div>
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Halloween this year was kind of different. Besides the fact that we weren't home... I didn't get to eat my mom's uhhhmazeballs donuts <span style="font-size: x-small;">(that's 3 years in a row!!!! It's a crime!), </span>we didn't have any trick-or-treaters, aaaand we were in bed by 10. </div>
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We're lame. We didn't even buy candy for trick-or-treaters because we didn't expect any. Which ended up being a good thing because, like I said, we didn't have a one! </div>
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We went to the ABC Store at like 9:30 because I was dying for a Reese's Peanut Buttercup <span style="font-size: x-small;">(HAHA) </span>and we didn't have any so we walked down our street and there wasn't a soul in sight! It was so dead! </div>
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That was so strange to me because at home the party is still going all hours of the night ya know? </div>
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Instead of dressing up on actual Halloween, we dressed up for our ward's trunk or treat. </div>
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Our carved pineapples turned pretty swell too! </div>
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Actual Halloween ended up being a pretty laid back night, which I wasn't mad about. And there was no sugar hangover the next day!<br />
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This post has been in the works for a long time now. But never made it to the written out phase. For a number of reasons.<br />
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1. My thoughts on this are kiiiiind of all over the place. I have like, a million on this subject.<br />
2. Because of #1, all of my thoughts don't really have a point.<br />
3. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea and thinking I have a bad self image and am fishing for compliments or am hypocritical or anything weird like that.<br />
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But, for whatever reason, I've felt a nudge to write about this so I'm going with it! Hopefully I find a point to all of this somewhere along the road haha.<br />
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Anyone that knows me knows that I like to exercise and eat healthy. It's my "thing" you could say.<br />
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Exercise has never been an issue for me. I started doing it daily in jr. high and pretty much haven't stopped since. I was hardcore dedicated to it even on my mission.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">It sure wasn't pretty but I did it?</span><br />
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I ran competitively in high school and college and ran for fun on my mission and after and then I got into weight lifting and I really liked that and I like spin classes and I like yoga aaand you get the point. I <i>super</i> like working out. It's a total priority for me.<br />
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It's like therapy, ya know?<br />
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I feel more confident when I exercise. Shallow, I know. But really.<br />
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And I guess it's good because you hear all the time that you should exercise because it's good for your body.<br />
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So that's nice. Put a nice little checky mark next to that.<br />
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Then, we come to food. There is a saying floating around that abs are made in the kitchen. Do I believe it?<br />
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Yeah, I sort of actually do. When I eat good, healthy, and nutritious foods I've noticed that my body looks better. They make me feel better too so that's a plus.<br />
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But here is the dilemma that I face on the daily.<br />
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Do I restrict myself so I can have a rockin' bod, OR, do I say life's too short, OR, do I walk the scary line of balance?<br />
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This kills me.<br />
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I WANT my body to perform at tip-top shape, I WANT to be confident and feel good with how I look, I WANT to have a six pack, but I also WANT ice cream...or tacos.<br />
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I'm just over here trying to find balance. </div>
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Don't get me wrong, I really do love healthy foods. They are usually what I gravitate towards too. But sometimes, man... sometimes a girl just wants an ice cream cone or a shiz ton of peanut butter. Ya feel me??</div>
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But, despite my insanely crazy and really strong cravings, I've tried to be better about listening to my body and deciding what it really needs. Do I reeeeeally need that cookie or am I just bored or am I actually hungry?</div>
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Sometimes I decide I don't need it and will eat something else and sometimes I eat the dang cookie. </div>
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And it's <i>good</i>. And I enjoy it. </div>
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Aaaaaand sometimes I go overboard and eat 5 cookies... Hahaha. </div>
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Like I said, I'm working on the whole balance thing. </div>
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I'm really just trying to be the healthiest I can for MY body while also not letting the good stuff in life pass by. </div>
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I am a firm believer that our bodies are a gift and we are SO lucky to have them. And you only get one, so you should probs take care of it. </div>
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So that's what I try to do.</div>
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But, on this rollercoaster of health, I've come to realize that health looks different on everyone. What works for me won't work for her and what works for her won't work for that girl over there and it's a very personalized thing. </div>
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Like, some people can eat whatever they want and never gain a pound <span style="font-size: x-small;">(lucky b's)</span>, and some can't go within 5 feet of a cupcake or they will gain 10 pounds.</div>
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One of my favorite people on Insta (<a href="https://instagram.com/haleya_fit_happens/" target="_blank">@haleya_fit_happens</a>) posted this a while ago and I think it says it best. </div>
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Btw, if anyone needs someone suuuuper motivating and incredibly fit to follow?? She's your girl. I did her 12 week program and it is muy, muy bueno. </div>
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For now I'm going to stop worrying about the size of my thighs, how many calories are in that, what other people think of me and just eat healthy, exercise, and be happy. </div>
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So I guess if anyone needs me... I'll just be doing my <a href="https://instagram.com/kayla_itsines/" target="_blank">Kayla</a> workout rewarding myself by eating a cookie after :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-71942452051985504732015-10-22T22:45:00.000-07:002015-10-22T22:45:48.449-07:00The Pumpkin Patch<div style="text-align: center;">
THERE IS A PUMPKIN PATCH HERE IN MAUI.</div>
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I felt the need to put that all in caps because this was a <i>big deal.</i></div>
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I got all pouty for a minute thinking that because we're in Hawaii we won't get to do all the fun fall things, which is still partially true. But, it's fine. Some things I can live without doing. For instance... wearing cute boots and drinking hot chocolate on the reg, because it's still hotter than Hades here and so I don't really feel like doing that.</div>
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I really was sad about missing out on pumpkins though!! Lucky for us, we have awesome friends with little kids so they knew about the fun pumpkin patch wayyy up on the mountain. </div>
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I have a love/hate relationship with social media. Probably like most everybody else.</div>
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I love following people and and seeing what's going on with them and being motivated and getting ideas <span style="font-size: x-small;">(stalking occasionally. we all do it...) </span>and yadda yadda. </div>
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I <i>don't</i> like that it makes me feel crappy. Sometimes really crappy! </div>
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It totally has a way of making you compare yourself and magnifying what you don't have. </div>
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I've realized that's what my issue is lately. I spend wayyyyy too much time on Instagram and Facebook and Snapchat and whatever else there is and it has made all moody and grumpy and stuff. </div>
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I have felt a little off for a while. My attitude sucks, I'm really irritable and most of the time I just feel so blah about everything. Everything is BLAH. </div>
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So I did a little evaluating and it wasn't my food, it wasn't sleep... I thought it could be the fact that I spent most of the day alone or that I'm on the computer a good portion of the time for school. But that wasn't it. Then, with a little more evaluating, it became painfully obvious that my time is being sucked into the never-ending black hole of social media.</div>
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Wake up, check Instagram and emails.</div>
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Go to the gym. While doing cardio check Facebook...to keep my mind off of the fact that doing cardio sucks sometimes. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Haha mehhh. That's what I tell myself...</span></div>
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Come home, have lunch and while eating catch up on what I missed during the 2 hours of gym time on Instagram. </div>
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Do homework, check everything. Twice.</div>
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IT WAS PATHETIC. Seriously. I can't even admit how many times I looked it a day because it's so embarrassing. </div>
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After thinking about it for a little I was really grossed out. Just by the amount of time I wasted doing something so very unproductive.</div>
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So after all of my phases (you know, denial, acceptance and embarrassment, shame...) I have come up with a plan. </div>
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I will most definitely not be doing a "social media fast" because let's be honest... I would be setting myself up for failure. And frankly, I don't want to. Haha! I <i>like</i> social media and I think it can do good things. But, I do need limits. So, from now until whenever I feel like it, I am only checking any sort of social media 2 times a day. Some of you probably already do that and think I'm ridiculous... but I'm a recovering addict <span style="font-size: x-small;">(haha)</span> and it's going to be a challenge. </div>
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I'm hoping this will help me to be a little more humble and grateful and nicer to my husband and not so moody and just a bit happier. </div>
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It's time to tell about the real first date. </div>
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And our first week of dates. Cause yeah, I saw him every single day the week I got home.</div>
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I think the day of I spent half of it at the gym <span style="font-size: x-small;">(hahahaha.. hha. ha. post mission bod. yiiiiikes.)</span> and the other half getting ready. </div>
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My mom had this really cute, gold sequined skirt that I wanted to wear and we both thought it would be hilarious to text Kade and tell him to get a matching vest. <span style="font-size: x-small;">We seriously thought we were so funny.</span></div>
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He called me in a panic like 5 minutes later asking if I was serious. My mom and I busted up laughing! I told him we were kidding but then he got all self conscious about what he was going to wear so when he came to pick me up he brought like half of his wardrobe so I could help him find something.</div>
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So we went and got Thai food <span style="font-size: x-small;">(which has now become our "thing") </span>and went to the play. </div>
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It was real nice. It wasn't even weird! It felt totally naturally. And it was like, holding hands with a super hot guy that I was basically in love with after 18 months of nothin. So yeah, real nice. </div>
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The next day it was his sister's play. I was stoked because we had to drive up to Ogden. Alllllll of that car time. Alone. Together. It was great. </div>
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It was a super cute play and he held my hand again! And we had the whole drive home. Winning!</div>
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This next day was probably my favorite. Kade and his friends invited me to go ice skating up in Salt Lake. </div>
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Thankfully I'm not very good at ice skating so I told Kade that I <i>needed</i> to hold his hand so I could skate. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Hehe.</span> </div>
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So, according to my calculations, Kade kissed me 5 days after I got home from my mission. I really wasn't mad. :)</div>
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The next days and weeks were filled with Kade. And loooots and lots of him. I saw him every single day after I got home. I even saw him on Christmas. And his birthday! </div>
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On January 22, we had what we lovingly refer to as our "E-versary". You know, the anniversary of the day Kade first wrote me! It was pretty freakin cute. </div>
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He brought me flowers and we lit lanterns and made wishes. </div>
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That was the night that we said the big 3 to each other!! You know, I LOVE YOU... <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I STILL get butterflies thinking about it!)</span></div>
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We like pizza around this house. Like, a lot. We even got a super rad pizza oven for our wedding! Seriously I feel like everyone should own one of them.</div>
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Theeeen, one day I came across a recipe for a sweet potato crust. I was like, "Oh holla!!" Sweet potatoes are my faaaaaav. </div>
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So I proceeded to make a sweet potato crust. So. Good. It has a bit of a thicker texture, a little heartier. And it stayed together a little better as a crust.<br />
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I looked at probably 5 different recipes and got the gist of what it takes to make a crust and I came up with my own recipe! Which is why nothing has anything close to exact measurements hahaha. </div>
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We had a super delish artichoke and garlic pizza sauce with goat cheese (I'm obsessed), sautéed mushrooms, and spinach on top. </div>
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YUM. </div>
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Kade left this morning for a business trip and is gone until tomorrow night and it feels like <i>foreeeeeeevver</i> already. </div>
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Drama queen, I know. But really! I miss him. </div>
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Because of that I'm feeling a bit sentimental this evening so I thought I'd share mine and Kade's story! It's one I've told probably a hundred million times but I want to write it down! </div>
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It makes me so happy every. darn. time.</div>
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In 2013 Kade was living and working in Oahu. My dad went out to Hawaii to film a commercial that Kade happened to be in! My dad, being my dad, kept hinting at this missionary daughter of his... and Kade wasn't having any of it hahaha. </div>
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Fast forward a bit and they went to Guatemala for a charity trip with Vivint together. My dad kept hinting at his missionary daughter and Kade still wasn't having it. </div>
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Fast forward agaaaaain, my dad and their mutual friend Dan are in California at dinner together. Dan texted Kade a picture of me <span style="font-size: x-small;">(embarrassing) </span>and said, "Hey dude. Found your wife."<br />
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According to Kade he was like, "Who's that??" <span style="font-size: x-small;">Yeah, yeah, yeah. </span>Dan told him it was Kurt's daughter and that he really needed to start writing me.<br />
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Thank the heavens for Dan and his amazing wife, Laura during that. If they wouldn't have pushed and prodded like they did, he probably would never have written me! </div>
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During this time, I was in Seattle, minding my own business, preaching the gospel, being faithful and focused and having no idea that all of this was going on! Until... I get an email from my dad that says, "Met this way cool guy named Kade. He's going to write you so make sure to write him back."<br />
He was sure to include this picture :)<br />
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Then, whaddaya know! Kade finally wrote me!<br />
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We wrote emails every week for almost a whole year! Contrary to popular belief we always had things to talk about and it really wasn't ever awkward. Later on we started to add pictures to the emails.<br />
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Truth be told, it was what I looked forward to all week long! There were some weeks I didn't write my parents because I spent too long writing Kade an email. Hahaha.<br />
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So, about 6 months in to writing, things were great. I'd say we were good friends, ya know?<br />
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Side note: It is crazy how well you get to know someone when all you can do is write emails. Really! You get to know them on a totally different level. It was cool to actually get to <i>know him </i>know him in a strictly friend way before we ever even met.<br />
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Anyway, back to the story! I will always remember this moment. It was around my birthday in June and my companion and I were out knocking doors and I just had this thought pop into my head. A really quick, fleeting kinda thought but it was "I can really see myself marrying Kade."<br />
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I wasn't thinking about him or anything and after that thought went through my head I thought "Hmmm. Cool!" and then went about my business.<br />
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Over some months, lots of emails were sent, a few super hilarious videos were made and sent, and one really super cute package was sent too.<br />
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My mission time was coming to a close and thank heavens Kade had moved from Hawaii to California in the time we were writing. California was just so much closer ya know?? Then, one email, he dropped a bomb on me and told me he got a job offer in Utah.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">I ABSOLUTELY squealed like a little girl in the library when I read that.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">But, I played it cool and told him that I thought it was a really good move and that Utah was a cool place ;) Haha.</span><br />
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Like 2 weeks before I was set to come home, my dad emailed me and told me that he had tickets to see A Christmas Carol at the Hale Center Theater two days after I got home and that I should ask Kade.<br />
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Hahaha. He didn't know when he was for sure moving back to Utah yet so it was for a really good cause k!? I needed him to not live in California when I got home!<br />
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He agreed and then asked me on a date two days after that! His sister was in A Christmas Carol and so we planned to see it again! <span style="font-size: x-small;">Trust me, I wasn't mad.</span><br />
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Then, we wrote our last emails to each other. It was a totally bittersweet! I had looked forward to those every week! I knew and hoped soo so much that it would be just as wonderful and easy in person as it was in email and that we would just click. That was one of my biggest fears in meeting Kade! <span style="font-size: x-small;">And that he would smell bad or something... It's a totally valid fear.</span><br />
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Then, I came home! It was awesome.<br />
I bawled like a baby.<br />
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I didn't get released from being a missionary until the morning after I got home and a couple hours after that Kade came over! He wanted to meet first before going on our date. So happy it happened that way. Aaaaand he brought me flowers! Whatta guy.<br />
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Like I mentioned earlier, I was so nervous to meet Kade. I was worried that I had built this relationship up to something unrealistic and I really didn't want to get my hopes up and have them crash and burn because he smelt bad or sounded like a 5 year old girl or was totally awkward in person. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Again, valid fears, guys.</span><br />
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But, I honestly was worried for no reason. He gave me a big hug when he first walked in and it just felt good! Like, <i>good.</i> It wasn't weird or awkward and it was like I had known him forever! Because I guess I had known him for almost a year. It was the coolest thing.<br />
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We went to pick out a Christmas present for his niece and we got acai bowls. The conversation flowed so easily and the whole time I remember just being sooo so stoked because this guy I had written and become good friends with and, let's just be honest here, loved, was really real! I actually was with him! In person! And I could see him and hear him and smell him! <span style="font-size: x-small;">And he smelt great, btw! </span><br />
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For probably the past 4 nights and a row Kade and I have gone to bed at 10. </div>
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I mean both dead asleep, out cold, at 10:00 pm.</div>
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One night it was even 9:30!! I kid you not. I have pictures to prove it! But, then I realized that they are pictures of us in bed and that would be weird to post them. Haha.</div>
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Sometimes it really is just so good. And then sometimes I feel like a total chump! </div>
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We're a fun-loving, young, hip, newlywed couple! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(ugh. maybe not after that comment...) </span>We should be out on the town! Partying with all of our friends and hanging out and doing fun stuff!</div>
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Aaaaaand then I remember we live in Hawaii. Where there isn't much of a night-life. And we have no friends. </div>
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Hahahha. Just kidding. We really do have friends! They just all have babies and work schedules and things to do. </div>
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So. We usually hang out at home. Which is totally fine! Here is the really pathetic part though... We'll start a movie or a show at 9 and both of us are struggling to make it to the end! </div>
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We're such a married couple. </div>
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On the bright side, this is probably the only time in my whole adult life that I have ever actually hit the full 8-10 hours of sleep. It's quite nice. </div>
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There's the married person talking....</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16767655962633284947noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220070534346639193.post-48991470889974677962015-10-10T17:20:00.000-07:002015-10-10T17:20:19.211-07:00Lilikoi<div style="text-align: center;">
Lilikoi. Aka passion fruit, the nectar of the Gods, yummy yumness, whatever you want to call it. </div>
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I had never had it and really didn't even know what it was before coming to Hawaii and I was definitely missing out. This stuff is GOOD. </div>
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It's a cute, yellow ball fruit full of amazingly tasting gooey stuff inside. It has seeds that give it the perfect amount of texture to offset the sliminess. </div>
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Sounds appetizing right? HAHA! I swear it's good.</div>
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What is so funny is that it grows like weeds around here! People think of it as more of a nuisance and nobody really cares for it. Which is sad but also fine, cause like, more for me, ya know? </div>
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We visited our friends last week and stocked up on soooo many from their yard. Of course I didn't get a picture so just trust me on this one.</div>
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So, since we have a fatty pile of lilikoi, this is the concoction that I've come up with. With a little inspo from my good friend, <a href="https://instagram.com/fitsteph77/" target="_blank">Steph</a>!</div>
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It's plain greek yogurt, cottage cheese, looooooots of lilikoi, and a tad of agave to sweeten it up if your fruit is tart. </div>
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Since Kade and I have recently moved to the island, we like to go exploring and actually see where we live! We usually do a new hike or go to a new beach or something new every week. </div>
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One of our most recent adventures was going to the top of Mount Haleakala to watch the sunrise. </div>
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That involved getting up the mountain and getting up there earlier enough to see the sunrise. That meant 3:50 AM! </div>
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Nobody should ever get up that early.</div>
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After a forever long car ride of complete blackness and a really small, windy road, following like 30 other cars, we made it to the top! </div>
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I don't know if Hawaii has softened me up, or it really was just that cold. But, man! Who would've thought Hawaiian temperatures could reach as low as 40 somethin' degrees. Not this chick. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I named him Tarzan. He's cute huh??</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Older than the hills. Smells like it too. But runs like a champ and it <i>drives. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Big deal, folks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been without a car ever since we've been in Hawaii. So a couple of months now. Which is totally fine! People do it all the time, for wayyyy longer periods of time than me, and by choice. Totally cool. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Buuuuut, ya see. I've been stuck in our teeny, baby apartment where only so many treats can be made a day, so many counters can be wiped off, and so much homework can be done. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've walked plenty of places, mind you. But walking a good distance with arms full of groceries isn't ideal. Plus, it's so darn hot! And I'm a little bit lazy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, with open arms I welcomed Tarzan into the family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bless him and his funky smell. </span></div>
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We like good, whole foods but we also like them to taste good. Enter the green smoothie. We've been making these for years around my house and pretty sure they aren't new to anyone. But they are an awesome way to get a crap ton of greens in without eating 5 salads a day. Ya with me??</div>
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K. Now enter the acai bowl. Again, nothing new to anyone. It's a little, dark, magical berry full of all sorts of antioxidants and good stuff. </div>
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Acai bowls were a big deal back in Utah and they are a big deal here on the island too. Super thick acai with granola and bananas and honey and yummmm! Buuuuuut, they have a downfall. Atleast for us. Kade calls them "sugar bowls". Haha ah. It's true. They are so good and pretty but really can have just so much sugar in them. Granted it's mostly from fruits and things but it's still a lot and while I loooove a good acai bowl, I don't always love the tons of sugar and the way it makes me feel after. </div>
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K, we're getting there. Promise. Enter.... the green smoothie bowl. </div>
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This was monumental guys!! I know, I know. Nothing new to anyone. I get it. </div>
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But, whatever. They are delicious and I like them and I pretty much give myself credit for coming up with them. Awesome. </div>
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It's got all the goodness and greens and veggies of a green smoothie but with the thick awesome consistency and delicious toppings of an acai bowl. WIN. </div>
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I've taken it upon myself to come up with as many odd variations as I can come up with and since it's a lifetime goal of mine to eat more vegetables, it's also a goal to see how many I can hide in there. </div>
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I've pretty much eaten one every day for 2 weeks straight. </div>
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Sooo you'll probably see a lot of posts of them. Sorry.</div>
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Ready for the hidden veggies?<br />
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Massive amounts of spinach, I'm talking fattie handfuls, and BEETS.<br />
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I'm obsessed. I add beets to everything. They hide easily, are so, SO good for you, and make a pretty color.<br />
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I mixed 2 handfuls of spinach, 1 big cooked beet (thank you Costco for cooking them for me!), chocolate organic Orgain protein powder (a fav of mine), ice, a frozen apple banana, and a splash of almond milk. I try to use as little liquid as possible because I like them really thick.<br />
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Topped with granola and chopped almonds. Don't forget the toppings!<br />
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