tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62265823578399916592024-03-12T11:18:39.530-07:00My Full-Thyme LifeKendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.comBlogger321125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-57099754786834198852020-04-04T08:59:00.002-07:002020-04-04T08:59:48.462-07:00What does it all mean?It only took a world-wide pandemic for me to dust off the 'ole blog, but just feels right. We are coming to a close on week 3 of "quarantine life."<br />
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Due to COVID-19 people have been urged to stay home and not leave unless you need groceries or medication. Gatherings big and small have been cancelled all across the country. I'm not talking about minor things either, I'm talking about the NBA, March Madness tournament, Presidential race conventions, zoos, schools, concerts, on and on and on.<br />
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This all means that our kids have been home with us while we attempt to work full-time and keep them up on some semblance of school work while they're here.<br />
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This all means that their school is officially closed for the rest of the school year.<br />
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This all means we could be working from home for close to five months by the time this is over.<br />
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This all means days of thriving and days of surviving all blend together into a never-ending string of hours.<br />
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This all means we're connecting at home and strengthening bonds while simultaneously begging for space we won't be getting any time soon.<br />
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This all means heightened anxiety while grappling with the "new normal" and being talked down from "future tripping" through the unknown.<br />
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This all means we don't know the next time we can hug our parents, have people over to the house, have play dates, happy yours, conferences in conference rooms, be back on the soccer team, back at gymnastics, back in the yoga studio, back in a restaurant, a library, on and on and on.<br />
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This all means we need toilet paper.<br />
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This all means people wear masks and gloves and avoid one another, only making eye contact to pass judgement if they hear you sniffle or if their 6 feet of regulatory separation is being encroached upon.<br />
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This all means there are people risking their health and their lives to keep communities running while the rest of us seek refuge within our four walls. Local heroes doing their jobs and doing them exceedingly well.<br />
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This all means there is a rise in unemployment, homelessness, domestic violence, alcoholism, drug-abuse, on and on and on.<br />
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This all means a lot of uncertainty for many.<br />
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This all means we're getting a hard knocks lesson in needing less and realizing how much we already have.<br />
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This all means pets around the world rejoiced to have their favorite people home with them, all day, every day.<br />
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This all means more crafting, board games, walks, bike rides, catch, house projects and spring cleaning.<br />
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This all means our kids remember they don't need a play date when they have each other. New games, jokes, laughter, kindness, love, bickering, fighting, rough-housing, tattling, competing and more love.<br />
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This all means more times with our spouses and partners. New games, jokes, laughter, kindness, love, bickering, fighting, "rough-housing" ;), competing and more love.<br />
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This all means we now connect through a computer screen with loved ones, text more with BFFs, Facetime with friends, and build virtual bonds because we miss people and what being together did for our well-being.<br />
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This all means we eat healthy and binge our feelings while exercising hard some days and our Fitbit pinging that we haven't taken any steps in like 6 hours and we should probably get moving, on other days.<br />
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This all means so much that can't possibly be summarized here. But one thing is for sure... there will be an end. We will rise up from this and we will have great stories to tell.<br />
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These will be mine...Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-606332089254464752018-08-08T12:20:00.001-07:002018-08-08T12:20:29.767-07:00I cried big, fat tears.This week Little C started 2nd grade, and Lil Miss Mayhem started Kindergarten! I don't even care how cliche it may sound but... where has the time gone?!?<br />
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I'm so happy to report that both kids were more excited than nervous and even little sis walked into her new school with confidence and a huge smile!<br />
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The hubs and I are so proud of these two and we are so excited for their school journey this year. We truly are happy and excited so it always catches me off guard when it also feels sad. Nothing about the morning, or school, or 2nd grade or Kindergarten is sad, but the feelings of time moving too fast, and of them getting so big just washed over me and I cried big, fat tears.<br />
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Of course, they are both going to do great, my rational mind knows that wholeheartedly. It's just at times like these I either want time to freeze and keep them 7 and 5 forever, or I want to go back in time to rocking them to sleep in their dimly lit room with plump cheeks and leg rolls and just breathe them in.<br />
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I'm getting emotional just typing this so I should probably end this post. Today was a happy day after all and while my mama heart strings are being pulled quite hard, I am grateful on so many levels.<br />
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Go get 'em, kids!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-3435125094220173882018-08-01T10:10:00.002-07:002018-08-01T10:10:42.489-07:00Rabbit, rabbitDid you know there is a superstition out there that repeating the word "rabbit" out loud when you wake up on the first day of the month ensures good luck? I'm not a very superstitious person but I thought it was a fun little fact!<br />
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I may not be superstitious but I am feeling super inspired this morning. It's a new month and I'm hopeful for a new beginning, new mindset, new focus, new intentions, and new results.<br />
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Honestly, I've been struggling a lot lately with a number of things... Motivation, self love, turning to external "things" to "fix" my internal voids. None of it has been healthy. But after feeling like the bottom dropped out, I find myself back on a healthy track both mentally and physically. I have a lovely therapist whom I trust and we do what I call, "soul work" on a weekly basis. I turn to yoga which feeds both my mental and physical wellness and I've been more mindful about the foods I'm eating to keep me feeling nourished and energized. I get outside during the day whenever possible as sunshine and vitamin D are wonderful things!<br />
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I continue to practice gratitude journaling, free journaling, and I'm even doing a bit of meditation right now. I bring all of this up because I know first hand how it feels to be overwhelmed, lost, even depressed and these are the tools that have helped me tremendously.<br />
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In addition to these tools, there's also my rock... my husband. His unconditional love and support as I navigate this season of my life (and prior seasons as well) has meant more to me than he could possibly know. When I'm not at my healthiest mentally, it is not pretty and I get equal parts tenderness and tough love from my man when I need it most.<br />
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So, if you are reading this and not feeling like yourself in any capacity, I encourage you to start looking inward and doing the soul work. What do you need? Who can you ask for help? Go for a walk, read a book, write down your thoughts, get outside, call a friend or family member. Just start somewhere and stop simply getting through each day. Doesn't living each day to it's fullest sound better to you?<br />
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I have a long way to go myself, but I'm progressing and that's all that matters. Are all bad days and turbulence behind me? Probably not, but all I know is that I woke up this morning more motivated and inspired than I have felt in a long time, and I'm going with it. My goals won't achieve themselves and I'm tired of wishing for change instead of just doing the damn thing!<br />
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August 1st felt like the perfect "day one" of something new. Heck, I even started a photo challenge on Instagram and posted a selfie, which I haven't done in a while. Mostly because I haven't been feeling like my-selfie. Ha!! See what I did there. ::winky face::<br />
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Rabbit, rabbit, friends. Onward!<br />
<br />Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-70547109219081799512018-04-24T12:40:00.001-07:002018-04-24T12:43:15.646-07:00Hello? Anybody out there?No joke. I come to this space daily. I feel like I have so much to share and nothing to share all at once. I started this blog as a working mom manifesto and to pass along recipes that I loved. Then it morphed into less about being a working mom and more just about motherhood in general. THEN, it morphed into a chronicle, or diary of sorts, documenting my kids goings on and where we were in life at that moment.<br />
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While I've been away from writing on the blog I've done a great deal of "self work." We're talking therapy, consulting with doctors to get my health in check, meditation, LOTS of journaling, and my triumphant return to yoga. Huzzah!!!<br />
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I refer to 2017 as the year of creating space for myself. I put <i>myself</i> on my list of priorities for the first time and while it felt foreign and forced in the beginning, it quickly became the norm.<br />
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2018? Well, this is the year I <i>do something</i> with the space I created. Last year I experienced the power of manifesting my goals and being open to abundance, which I'll explain in a separate post. That is what I'm focused on right now—making my goals and dreams reality and to live the life I was meant to. I know it may sound "woo-woo," but it's where I find myself in this season of my life.<br />
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Lastly, I have found a new love for journaling. Writing out my thoughts, feelings, fears, challenges, triumphs, and whatever else is percolating in my mind that day, is so very cathartic and beneficial. I intend to share with you how I started and how it has evolved over the past year into a daily ritual.<br />
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As far as our munchkins go, they are doing great! I can't believe they are seven and five!!! They continue to amaze us, teach us, and challenge us with their unique characters and budding personalities. More posts to follow on them, I'm sure.<br />
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So basically, what I'm saying is... I <i>intend</i> to start back up AND keep up with the writing. But don't call it a comeback...<br />
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While my intentions are in the right place, we all know how reality sometimes has a different plan for us. I do miss this here blog 'o mine and I am starting to feel like I have things to share that may resonate with some and prove helpful.<br />
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Who knows, this space could even spark some inspiration of your own. Let's see where this latest journey takes us.<br />
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-72773323886125922782017-11-06T08:36:00.001-08:002017-11-06T08:36:36.401-08:00Meal Prep - Breakfast EditionFor the longest time I have been big on meal prep when it comes to breakfast. We typically have our meals planned out for the week but they are all very quick (30 minutes max) and fairly simple to make so I don't have to do a lot of prep dinner-wise. <div>
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But with breakfast, I like to have healthy, filling options on hand for the whole family. I will often make pancakes on the weekend and make more than what the four of us will eat. Then I freeze the leftovers and heat them up for the kids before school. The pancakes are gluten free and I typically try to squeeze in fruit (blueberries, pumpkin, bananas) and sometimes oats or flaxseed as an extra health boost. </div>
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I also make scrambled egg sandwiches or burritos for the kids on Sunday and freeze them. I'll pull them out and place in the refrigerator the night before I'll need them and in the morning I just pop them in the microwave for 30 seconds. They have a filling, protein-packed breakfast ready to go!</div>
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Frittatas are what I usually make for the hubs and I. They are super simple and very easy to make. I'll cut them into wedges and, you guessed it, freeze them so they're on hand throughout the week. I load them up with veggies and will often use canadian bacon as the protein, in addition to the eggs. I've shared <a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2014/02/a-whole-lotta-frittata.html" target="_blank"><b>one of my favorites here</b></a> so you can check it out!</div>
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And finally, thanks to the wonderful world of Instagram, I stumbled upon a new go-to breakfast recipe that I am in LOVE with! I'm a sucker for a good quiche but they aren't always the healthiest option. They are typically made with a pie crust and heavy cream. So when I saw a lightened up version using potatoes for the crust, I was very excited to try it! You can find the <b>full recipe</b> on the <a href="https://www.ambitiouskitchen.com/2017/10/jalapeno-pepper-jack-turkey-bacon-quiche-potato-crust/" target="_blank"><b>Ambitious Kitchen website</b></a>. Like the frittata, this is one of those recipes you really just need to get the method down and then you can make it any way you'd like! The possibilities are endless!</div>
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-70713648532972489332017-10-26T12:39:00.000-07:002017-10-30T12:59:13.697-07:00A New Season<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue_nl2yf8SC_-U0stCvHhB4uEP0mcrBsfRoMWOPL8KJ20QAIZa3DRg_f4929scePuqIDfJDUVMPGw7HD0hl9r1G9ZyVLRYDqOleXb-HEYz9-6KmRXyE-LzBhjFaEYg0jJukhBjESjPxwI/s1600/leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue_nl2yf8SC_-U0stCvHhB4uEP0mcrBsfRoMWOPL8KJ20QAIZa3DRg_f4929scePuqIDfJDUVMPGw7HD0hl9r1G9ZyVLRYDqOleXb-HEYz9-6KmRXyE-LzBhjFaEYg0jJukhBjESjPxwI/s400/leaves.jpg" width="300" /></a><span style="color: orange;"><b><i>"All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried." - Donald Miller</i></b></span><br />
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Here I am again. Didn't think it would be so soon but I suppose three-and-a-half years was a good run? I find myself in a time of transition, but it is very different from <a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2014/03/thoughts.html" target="_blank"><b>the last time</b></a>.<br />
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This wasn't traumatic and the logistics behind it are simple. Our company was purchased and therefore, we were given our exit dates. Next week I will no longer be at a company, in a role, and with a team that I grew to respect, admire and hold in very high regard.<br />
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I am looking at this twist of events as bad news disguised as an opportunity. Yes, I am stressed and anxious about what the future holds and all my job search attempts are moving very slow. But I'm grateful to have irons in the fire and am optimistic and excited to see where my career will take me next.<br />
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Grateful. That is the overarching feeling I have as I reflect back on the last three years. This job came to me when I was in a state of desperation. Unemployed and in a very dark time of our lives. To be honest, I only recently "healed" from the whole experience.<br />
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As traumatic as it was, I am very grateful that unfortunate event led me here. I grew so much on a professional and personal level in my current role. This was the first job of my career in a large corporate environment so I had to get used to the challenges that came along with it, but there were also many perks.<br />
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As a marketer I learned so much about the creative process and loved brainstorming, problem solving, and collaborating with the most talented people I've ever met. I also confirmed more than ever that marketing and the work I was doing is something I love. LOVE! It is where I belong and that is a great feeling and so different from treading water in my twenties trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grow up. I'm still trying to figure it out but I know marketing is the path I'll continue down and I'm grateful for this revelation.<br />
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My gratitude journey is capped off with the people. The amazing, interesting, and (at times) challenging, individuals that pushed me, taught me, and inspired great work. The company I was a part of lived within the walls of an even larger corporation so the amount of people whose paths I crossed was vast. For example, I formed a friendship with a person in another state solely over the phone. I've only been face-to-face with her three times in three years but consider her a dear friend.<br />
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I also found my way into a lovely group of women fearlessly leading the helm of change for women in business. Their efforts and passion for what they do is contagious and their important work is making a difference. I had an idea to put pumping supplies for nursing mamas in each of our wellness rooms. This group of woman loved the idea and made it a reality. There are now baskets in every room stocked with magazines, nursing pads, hand sanitizer, milk bags, and many other supplies in case a mom forgot an item of her own. They also asked if I'd be interested in leading the Denver Parents Network and I was thrilled to get this program off the ground! To have been a part of it for a small time was something I'll never forget. I can't wait to see what else these intelligent, superhero women have up their sleeves. Better maternity leave, continuing to empower women in business and just overall bad-assery that I know they are more than capable of.<br />
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Then there's our team. When I started there was only six of us and toward the end there was a whopping nine. We were a small, close-knit group of misfits that worked so effortlessly together. If the rare conflict came about, it was practically over before it started. We worked fast and furiously against unrealistic expectations and always delivered. We shared similar interests but were also so different from one another. We created competitions to keep things interesting. A stair challenge which got out of hand fast and uncovered who the most competitive people on our team were. A peanut butter and jelly taste test because, as it turns out, we each have a very different and unique way of making the "just right" classic sammie. We'd play Catchphrase as a team every Friday afternoon if work wasn't piled up. Games often included laughing til we cried and have had lasting anecdotes we reminisce on often.<br />
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Of course I'm concerned and sad that I'm losing my job, but it is the dismantling of our team and people I enjoyed working with and seeing every single day that I'm going to miss the most. I am so grateful that the universe brought us all together and that we had this time together. There's a text thread of messages on our phones filled with pictures of our babies, jabs at one another, random gifs, and a plethora of emojis. We are more than your average colleagues, I truly consider them my work family.<br />
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And last, but certainly not least, is a special friendship that came into my life when I needed her most. It became a friendship that has filled my soul so much! <a href="https://taylorjshort.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><b>Taylor</b></a> is a shining light and her mindful approach to life has taught me invaluable lessons. Her focus on mind/body balance and her health has been very inspiring to me. She introduced me to meditation, provided book recommendations that I have absolutely loved, and has been a great sounding board and advice-giver. Taylor's friendship got me through many difficult times and I don't know what I would do without her. I know next week will not be goodbye with this one!<br />
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The past three years I was surrounded by a unique culture, creativity, inspiring leaders and mentors, and I can't believe it's coming to an end. I'm still operating in "surreal mode" and the gravity of this will sting something awful, I'm sure. But as the quote I opened with suggests, similar to the fall leaves, I will blossom again. A new season of my life is just beginning and I hope it's as sweet as this last one was.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-82166852203005639452017-03-01T13:13:00.001-08:002017-03-01T13:13:33.807-08:00Sugar Cleanse ResultsI've been blabbing all over Facebook lately that "this is my year!" The year I've made it my personal mission to be the healthiest version of myself. I will tell you that at first I made this declaration with a goal weight in mind. A number on a scale that would magically mean I'm healthy and happy... But would it?<br />
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I want to feel good and I'm taking a number of steps to do this. First and foremost is my health. I am embarrassed to say that I forgot the last time I made an appointment with my doctor for a wellness visit. So when I sat down to make new year's goals that was the first item on my list. I had been feeling kind of "yucky" on the the inside and I wanted to get medical advice for my symptoms. </div>
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Last year I felt like I was on an emotional roller-coaster. Ladies, please tell me I'm not alone here!! ;) I would have these bouts of time where I didn't recognize who I was. Feeling lethargic, irrational, even ragey at times. It wasn't pretty and I finally got to a place where I threw up my arms and said ENOUGH!!! I need to be in control here and I want feel like myself again! </div>
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I explained in detail these things with my doctor and was relieved to hear there are a number of recommendations to help with what I was dealing with. One that felt doable right away was giving up sugar two weeks before my period. After my doctor said that, I got to thinking why not take it a step further and see if I could go sugar-free for a whole month. It's no secret that sugar wreaks havoc on our bodies and there are plenty of studies and research to back up why going sugar-free is extremely beneficial. But, something new I learned is how much sugar affects PMS. I always knew PMS was a "thing" but up until last year I never really felt symptoms like this. Oh, the joys of getting older. Amiright?!?</div>
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I upped my fruit intake and would grab a cutie or apple when I had an afternoon sugar craving. I have to admit that I was never a big dessert person to begin with, so after dinner and in the evenings seemed to not be as hard for me. But at the office where I would mindlessly pass by the candy bowl and grab a mini snickers multiple times a day, that was where the challenge was. The other challenge I had was the mood connection I apparently have with sugar. There were a couple of days I wasn't feeling particularly chipper and my stress levels were high. These were the moments that I felt a need to have a peanut butter cup for no other reason than to shove it in my face parts to make myself "feel" better. I had to kind of settle in with my feelings and figure out where they were coming from and how I could find a healthy way to address them. Not. Easy. But I did it! I made it through the whole month SUGAR FREE!<br />
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I'm so glad I challenged myself to do this! Because I was more label conscious I found myself eating better in general. I did not shed a bunch of weight but started to notice I didn't feel bloated very often and my pants were fitting a bit looser. I also noticed I had a more mild temperament during the challenge. Of course life stress would still get the better of me at times, but overall, day-to-day I was feeling really good!<br />
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The most surprising thing about this challenge... the support I received from others! I can't tell you how much it has meant to me that people were in my corner, cheering me on while I did this. People would write thoughtful comments on my FB posts and I even had someone send me a link to the Dr. Oz show where they shared the benefits of kicking sugar. My co-workers have been awesome and I've even inspired them to make changes of their own to better their health.<br />
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This sugar cleanse was the first step to making positive changes. I'm going to remain sugar free to the best of my abilities. I will bring back peanut butter (hallelujah) and may let myself have a treat every once in a while but honestly, I'm nervous to "feed the beast." I've done so well I wonder if once I have even a little I'll be inviting the flood gates to reopen. We'll see!<br />
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I'm doing this, guys! I'm capable of doing hard things and I will make it to the finish line. I'm so excited to have this be the year I actually achieve my goals and not just hope and wish for them. I know this is an investment in time as much as effort. I need to be patient and kind to myself along the way but push harder than I ever have and never give up! The journey has begun! #commitdontquit</div>
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Two years ago I started working out regularly in preparation for a trip to <a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2015/07/vaction-recap.html" target="_blank">Jacksonville, FL</a>. I started posting monthly goals and I have to say, it really helped keep me accountable and motivated throughout the process. I also was able to hit some (in my opinion) impressive goals and physically achieve things I never thought I could!<br />
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This kindergarten rite of passage is a big (small) deal for all of us. "Big" for the newness and big-boyness of it all. But "small" because you were so ready for this. Better prepared than most I would wager (but I'm not biased or anything). Also a small deal because it's a drop in the bucket compared to all of the important, life-changing milestones you have to look forward to throughout your years. </div>
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It's also a big deal because in many ways we're sending you out into a big world after you've been in a shiny, happy daycare bubble for so long. With daily emails about what you ate and what activities you did that day, accompanied by fun photos of your smiling face. This week we've had to ask you what you learned about, who you talked to and if you're liking it. We've had to trust that you're getting on and off the school bus and where you're supposed to be in time for the start of school. We have to deal with the guilt of picking you up a little later than usual because we now have two school pick ups between your sister's daycare and your school. It's been an adjustment to say the least, but a positive one for sure!<br />
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The novelty of it all will wear off in time but right now it really is an exciting new adventure for the whole family! You seem to be really enjoying the experience so far and you were even super excited to do your first homework. Of course your little sister proclaimed that she had to do her homework too and diligently colored in her 'Sofia the First' coloring book with crayons as you penciled in your math problems.<br />
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You followed the line of other little five year olds wearing giant back packs with faces of slight apprehension. After a few steps away from us you looked back and said, "bye mom and dad!" You took a few more steps farther away from us and turned back once more for another wave and good bye. Then you disappeared through the giant doors and it was over. Of course, when your father looked back at me by this point I had tears pooled in my eyes and after one blink a couple ran down my face. Not because I was sad, but because I just love you so gosh darn much that the very thought of how proud and happy I am to be your mother takes by breath away and can easily bring me to tears. And the fact that you are starting a new phase of your childhood on top of how much I love you was definitely enough to bring the water works for your dear 'ole ma.<br />
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The whole experience was another first for the three of us just like every first we've had since the day you were born. As our first born child you will find the three of us, (heck!) even the four of us, will be going through things a bit blindly. Navigating each new experience together will be a thrill but a challenge at the same time. This was our first big (small) deal and there will be plenty ahead of us bigger or smaller than this. All that matters is we'll do it together. Team Scott, right?<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We had such a blast over the long July 4th weekend! To me, it felt
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">While all of this was almost too good to
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You rarely sit still. A very busy girl with so much to see and do. Twirling, jumping, walking, running, climbing... A constant ball in motion. You also talk very well for a three year old, if I do say so myself. The things that come out of your mouth are often times hilarious. And not in that innocent, cute toddler way, but in a very intentional "I meant for that to be funny" kind of way. You know your audience and you enjoy making others laugh.<br />
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Getting you to sit still is nearly impossible and the rare moments that you do, your father and I always run to take your temperature because we assume surely you don't feel well. Your spunk, and zest for life is something we try not to stifle. I say we can't get you to sit still but honestly? We stopped trying a long time ago because it's not you. You need to be doing something all. the. time.<br />
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But there are rare moments. As much as you love to always be on the go, you have learned that it comes with a price. You take more tumbles and falls from your daring feats that can sometimes leave you in tears. You run to the nearest parent and you nestle in for long lasting hugs and snuggles as we dry the tears from your plump little cheeks.<br />
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The other rare moment is the one that I love the most and never want to forget. It is first thing in the morning. The sound of your little feet shuffling on the floor. Your hair in a tousled blonde mop, cheeks bright pink with warmth from your slumber. Your "lovie du jour" under one arm and your trusty steed "blankorie" (your pink blanket) secured directly in your mouth for comfort. You come to my side of the bed and I lift you in, draping you under our bedding to warm your cold little girl feet.<br />
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I usually move away the hair from your face with my fingers and I'm always amazed by how soft and wonderful your skin is. From your hair I move to trace an invisible path from your forehead, down your cheek and chin and a final swoop down the center of your nose. This is the moment that I get lost in your beautiful blue-green eyes and my heart is flooded with such intense feelings of love and adoration that I can barely contain it. How are you mine? How is this amazing little being my daughter?<br />
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It is the stillness of the early morning that I get to breathe you in. Together we are calm, quiet, and content. Of course, this moment is fleeting as your eagerness to start your day soon kicks in and you're bouncing all over the place. But that's just you, my dear, and I know full well that there will come a day where hopping into bed with me will not be on top of your priority list. But until that day comes, I'm going to keep soaking in these moments as much as possible.<br />
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<br />Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-87914989132023348122015-07-29T12:53:00.003-07:002015-07-29T14:44:05.827-07:00What The Thread Means to Me.There is a group of four women. Four uniquely individual women united in friendship and bound by solidarity. They have distinct strengths that make them warriors and admitted flaws that make them beautifully human.<br />
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They are for each other what every woman out there needs. A sounding board, a shoulder to cry on, an honest critic, a motivator... among other things. They are a sisterhood fueled by inside jokes and inappropriate humor but more importantly a cohesiveness bore from respect and adoration for one another.<br />
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They are, <a href="http://www.mannlymama.com/2012/11/the-thread/" target="_blank"><b>The Thread</b></a>.<br />
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I first became acquainted with this enchanting group of gals back in 2012 when I started blogging. I found Brandy's blog (Mannly Mama) first and from there started to read the other ladies blogs. Initially I enjoyed reading their posts because they are all working moms like myself. But then there was something more about all of them that drew me in. Like the cool kid in class you gravitate toward because they are exciting and all the things you want to be but feel less-than most of the time.<br />
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Through eloquence, humor, or just raw real life, The Thread shares the types of things that have you nodding your head as you read because you can relate or even have you literally LOL-ing at their stories. I've learned so much from these women and I hope they know the positive impact they have on the world around them.<br />
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That might seem exaggerated but if the four of them found each other across the US and across country boarders through the power of Social Media, then the impact that the four of them have on others is also just as powerful.<br />
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From the The Thread I've learned parenting and marriage tips, the importance of being your authentic self, and even that <a href="http://www.mannlymama.com/2013/03/my-missing-mirena/" target="_blank"><b>an IUD could go missing</b></a>... in your body... and have to be surgically removed. I've learned that self-confidence is beautiful and so is wearing your flaws like a badge and not giving two fucks about it.<br />
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I've gained style inspiration from <a href="http://lifewithladies.com/" target="_blank"><b>Alicia</b></a> thanks to her daily #officefashionshow. Plus, the way she writes, digesting her thoughts in a manner so impassioned and thought-provoking, I am just in awe of her many talents. To me she comes across as a free spirit and raising three simply delicious little girls she is clearly encouraging their authentic selves to shine as brightly as hers.<br />
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I feel I can relate very much to <a href="http://somewhereinthemiddleblog.com/" target="_blank"><b>Kat</b></a>. A "people pleaser" and ray of sunshine with an unexpected dirty sense of humor. She wrote a post called, "<b><a href="http://somewhereinthemiddleblog.com/2013/02/i-always-thought-thered-be-three/" target="_blank">I always thought there'd be three</a>"</b> and I literally had tears streaming down my face as I held my newborn daughter in my arms trying to make heads or tails of my own child-rearing future. Then I shrieked with excitement when she announced she was pregnant with her third and quickly empathized when she admitted it was a surprise. ::raises hand:: Been there. Oh and the girl's physique?!?! <i>fuhgettaboutit.</i> Those Barre classes are working, sista!<br />
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<a href="http://www.chillmamachill.com/" target="_blank"><b>Brandee</b></a> is the one out of the four that I've watched from afar. We haven't had too much interaction but I've read her blog for a while. In fact, when my daughter was born I would be nursing her in the wee hours of the night and Brandee would be blowing up the twitter feeds entertaining me with dialogues on her secondary infertility. I read tweets that used humor (they were pretty darn funny) to mask the pain she was feeling. I wanted so badly to reach through the phone and just give her a hug. Not the "it will get better hug" that no one wants when it doesn't feel like things will get better, but more of the "this fucking sucks" hug that you need when something in your life just fucking sucks. When I read her announcement that <a href="http://www.chillmamachill.com/icsi-cycle-proces/" target="_blank"><b>she was pregnant</b></a> with the infamous #sciencebaby, I welled up and wanted to then give her a congratulatory hug! It was from her posts that I learned what secondary infertility was and I can only imagine the immense help her information was for other couples struggling the same as her.<br />
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Lastly, my girl <a href="http://www.mannlymama.com/" target="_blank"><b>Brandy</b></a>. Her humor and go-with-the-flow approach to parenting and life in general was so refreshing. She cusses like a sailor and drinks whiskey like a boss! Clearly a girl after my own heart! I slowly started to engage in some "offline" discussions with her on topics that I hadn't even talked about with my closest friends. She was always open to chat and her advice was always on point. It's hard for me to put into words how Brandy has impacted me. She puts herself out there so unaplogetically, so fearlessly in a way that a modest, insecure gal like myself admires so much. In fact, she doesn't know it (until now) she's inspired me to make some shifts within myself toward a more confident way of being. She is a breathe of fresh air and a rare gem.<br />
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The Thread is making their annual pilgrimage of friendship to Denver this week. So I will have the chance to meet them face-to-face for brunch. You guys!!! Did you hear that? I get to crash The Thread's party and do my best not to be a total buffoon around them. I wanted to share all of this here instead of in person because... <i>AWK-ward.</i><br />
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So there you have it. The Thread. If you didn't know about them before, ya welcome. If you knew them already and are totally jealous of the fact that I get to meet them in person on Saturday, you should be. ;) They are four of the most badass women out there and all of us should be so lucky to have a Thread-like crew in our own lives.<br />
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Hat's off to you ladies! Here's to friendship!<br />
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And whiskey.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-37714383677946729242015-07-15T14:59:00.001-07:002015-07-16T08:59:04.578-07:00July Goals (better late than never)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I fell off the goal wagon in June. I was still actively working out and taking care of business, I just didn't post anything at the beginning of the month. June was busy at home and at work. Then we were on vacation the first week of July and alas, here it is July 15th and I'm just now posting my goals!<br />
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I'll <b>recap</b> where I last left off and report on how <a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2015/05/may-goals.html" target="_blank"><b>May</b></a> ended up:<br />
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1) Schedule my Series 6 class - DONE! It's currently set for 8/10 which I'm starting to feel was a bit ambitious and I'm scared and stressed and wanting to push it back one more month. But then I think I should just soldier on and get this darn thing over with.<br />
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2) Lose 5 lbs. - DONE! By the end of May I had hit this goal. But I'm certain after vacation I'm starting back from scratch with that one. :( I haven't weighed myself and I'm too scared to at this point.<br />
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3) <b><a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2015/05/may-goals.html" target="_blank">Do 10 sets on each side of side plank with a leg raise</a> </b>- NOPE. These moves really allude me. I'm not sure why because my strength all around has been improving greatly. I'm not going to give up though!<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;">On to July! </span>Since there are only two weeks left they might be a bit light this month. I'll kick it up a notch in August. So here we go:<br />
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<b>1) Post next month's goals on time. </b>;)<br />
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<b>2) Do 10 sets on each side of side plank with a leg raise.</b><br />
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<b>3) Do 20 push ups (not on knees and with good form).</b> I had a goal a couple months back to hit 10 solid push ups, which I accomplished, and now I try to do a set every time I work out. The other day I did 12 so I know I just need a goal like this to push me farther.<br />
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So that's all for now. Seems simple but as my arms tremble and the sweat beats down from my face, I'll want to take these "simple" goals and give them the ole heave-ho! Also, on a side note, I plan on doing a post about how my workouts have been going. Since starting these monthly goals back in January I have really come a long way and I'm pretty darn proud of myself! I still have plenty of work to put in before I hit my ultimate goal but I have to say, finally seeing results has been very motivating.<br />
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We played in the ocean and on the beach, ate great food, spent time with extended family and enjoyed a lovely wedding for my mother-in-law. Hubs and I were even able to sneak away a couple of times thanks to the help of family members who watched the kids for us. </div>
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I do have this to say about our first trip with small children... it was exhausting. Even though we did get some alone time it was minimal and we were in full-on parent mode the entire time. I wasn't expecting it any differently it was just not the same relaxing vacations of our childless past. Plus the kids were super wired and excited from all the stimulation and different environment. They got away with much more than they would have at home and stayed up much later than they would have at home. But hey, that's what vacations are for! </div>
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As far as highlights go? There are many but the top of my list revolved around the kids. Little C's expression when he saw the ocean for the first time. The way Lil Miss Mayhem would run toward, then quickly away from the movement of the tide. Their laughter as the waves almost knocked them over. It was so much fun to experience everything through the eyes of our little munchkins. </div>
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Another highlight was one afternoon while the kids napped, Hubs and I rode a couple of beach cruisers to the Town Center for lunch and adult beverages. It was a last minute getaway and we had a really nice time. I love riding beach cruisers and just being totally relaxed. The ocean/beach environment has such a calming effect, don't you think? We went to The Flying Iguana Taqueria and Tequila Bar. The bartender gave us the best tequila we've ever tasted! </div>
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The wedding was the whole reason we were on this trip to begin with and being there with family to celebrate the happy couple was so great. I'm very happy for my mother-in-law. She's starting a whole new chapter of her life and I can't wait to see where it takes her. </div>
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-33471715607043396162015-07-02T09:06:00.001-07:002015-07-02T09:06:11.340-07:00Vacation is CallingT minus one day. ONE DAY!<br />
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We are leaving for our first family vacation tomorrow afternoon. I can't remember the last time Hubs and I went on a trip... Was it to Mexico eight years ago??? To date the only bags the kids have needed packed were for an overnight at the grandparents.<br />
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Tomorrow we're off to Jacksonville, FL for fun, sun, beach, and a wedding. My lovely mother-in-law is getting married and we all couldn't be happier for her. There will be a few wedding related events but for the most part we get to do our own thing and truly unplug and relax. Because that's what you can do while traveling with a 4 and 2.5 year old, right? It's super duper relaxing and you get to lay on the beach, uninterrupted and read a good book, party hardy at night and sleep in extra late in the morning, right? <i>Right???</i><br />
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I kid. I'm really very excited to make memories with my little family. Splashing in the ocean, playing in the sand, and just soaking up all of the smiles and giggles along the way. I'm sure Hubs and I will get some time to ourselves thanks to all the family that will be there with us, but aside from that, experiencing a new place with the kids will be so much fun!<br />
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As you know, Little C is quite the ocean animal aficionado and has been asking all kinds of ocean related questions about FL. The poor little guy has no frame of reference of what the ocean/beach experience is like. I have a feeling that he thinks we'll be walking into an animal kingdom where whales, sharks, manta rays, etc. will be up close and personal. He keeps saying, "I don't <i>have</i> to swim in the ocean, do I?" We keep showing him beach photos and doing our best to explain things to him but I know once he see's it for himself he'll be okay. We can sense some minor anxiety which is par for the course with C so I really can't wait to just get there and put him at ease.<br />
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We'll all be just fine and I can't wait to be there as our kids see the ocean for the first time! I get giddy just thinking about it! When you live in a landlocked state like we do, the ocean is a big deal!<br />
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Florida, here we come!!!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-1020230443848853832015-06-04T14:22:00.001-07:002015-06-05T08:11:11.009-07:00Are You Sick, Mama?I'm home sick with a stomach bug that struck me in the middle of the night. It was gut-wrenchingly awful and there was no way I could make it into work this morning. So I did what I could to help get the kids ready for the day and while we were waiting for Hubs to get himself ready for daycare drop off I slumped down on the couch while the kids ate their morning granola bars.<br />
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"Are you sick, mama?" My daughter asked with a very concerned look on her face. I told her I had a tummy ache. She picked up her sippy cup and offered me a drink. When I said "no thank you," she then lifted up her granola bar and asked if I wanted a bite to feel better. I once again declined her adorable offer and then she decided to sit down next to me on the couch.<br />
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Meanwhile my son already sitting on the couch with me said through bites of his granola bar, "you know, mom... if your tummy hurts you should really be gluten free like me." "You should have a gluten free lunch today, it will make you feel better." I smiled through the stomach cramps and told him what a good idea that was.<br />
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These wonderful, darling little human beings. How did we get so lucky to call them ours? Their personalities are so very unique and different, yet they share the same sweetness and thoughtfulness. I don't know if we have any business taking credit as parents for this trait or if this is simply the fiber of their make up. But either way... I am so damn proud of my kids.<br />
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At the very young ages of only 4 and 2 they are smart, show signs of coordination and athleticism, they have a sense of humor and if my encounter today was any evidence at all, they are also good people.<br />
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I write all of this to not be braggadocious, after all everyone's kids are special and we could all write posts like this every day. I wrote this as a time capsule of sorts to capture a moment that filled my heart with so much happiness. I've been replaying it in my head all day and can't wipe the silly grin from my face. That is, when I'm not feeling like crap... stomach bug you can kindly be done now, thanks.<br />
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Oh, Little C and Lil Miss Mayhem, thanks for making your mama feel better!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-64755771087374281542015-05-11T11:24:00.001-07:002015-05-12T08:41:25.161-07:00Weekend Wrap-up: Mother's Day editionThis weekend was a good one! We enjoyed celebrating our wonderful mothers and I was able to have a super relaxing Sunday afternoon/evening.<br />
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After brehkie we met my mom and brother at <b><a href="http://tagawagardens.com/" target="_blank">Tagawa Gardens</a>.</b> It is a giant greenhouse and every year for Mother's Day they have a huge open house event with live music. The kids loved helping their Mopsi pick out flowers and they even enjoyed listening to the music. It was a really fun calypso-type band and you couldn't help tap your feet to the beat. The only thing missing was my dad who is still recovering from knee replacement surgery. :( But as soon as we finished at the greenhouse, we went back to my parents house for burgers and dessert and to visit with Popsi.</div>
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The rest of Sunday was very relaxing thanks to two wiped out kiddos who took long naps, and some catching up with House of Cards on Netflix. Hubs had grand plans of making my requested dinner of choice but after a long day/weekend I requested that we just relax and order pizza instead. It was perfect! </div>
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Finally, after our supper easy dinner we opted for a family movie on Netflix that we knew Little C would love. Hubs and I devoured <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Planet-Earth-The-Complete-Series/dp/B000MR9D5E" target="_blank"><b>Planet Earth</b></a> when it first came out and since C is so into animals we've been waiting for the best opportunity to share it with him. We started with Oceans because our animal lover's current obsession is sea creatures. When the show cut to a dolphin playfully riding a wave then bursting out of the water in delight, C exclaimed, "this is AWESOME!!" It was music to our ears.</div>
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The weekend was a blessing for sure! I loved celebrating with the two women that make our world go 'round and above all, I loved celebrating motherhood. It's not always easy but man is it worth it. The love I have for my children could move mountains and I definitely hit the jackpot with these two nuggets! </div>
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-52662636196845040062015-05-08T14:52:00.001-07:002015-05-11T11:37:57.687-07:00An Essay for MomMy mom. A true original yet she embodies all of the lovely adjectives commonly used to describe mothers. Beautiful, strong, selfless, kind, funny. She taught countless life lessons and instilled the importance of common sense into my brother and I. She was a working mom doing her best to make ends meet, balancing the checkbook down to a frightful number but still managing to have food in our bellies and allowing us to want for nothing.<br />
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She was goofy and silly regardless of exaggerated eye rolls from her too cool for school spawn. She endured many a difficult conversation as we asked all of life's burning questions and she was always up for a chat. She was at every game, recital, concert or competition.<br />
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She weathered the storm of a self-involved, know-it-all teenager followed by a distant 20 something coming home from college to see her boyfriend instead of her family. Then she welcomed the aforementioned boyfriend into the family as he asked for her daughter's hand in marriage.<br />
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She sat in a waiting room in the middle of the night eagerly awaiting the birth of her first grandchild. From that moment on she became a beautiful, strong, selfless, kind and funny grandmother.<br />
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Oh, and side note! Speaking of grandmother... The woman hasn't aged a bit! No seriously, I'm not sure she know this, but I look at her and think to myself "what is her secret?" How does her skin look so great? Where are her wrinkles? Can it be that simply being her daughter will grant me the same fortune??? (then I look in the mirror and answer my own question there... nope). ::le sigh::<br />
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My mom is the most generous person I know never asking for anything in return. Her far reaching kindness pours over to not only her family, but everyone who's lucky to know her.<br />
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It's amazing how our relationship has changed over the years. As the first-born I've done my best to be independent and do things my own way. I didn't always welcome advise because I took it as criticism even if my mother's heart was in the right place. I've been close with my mom but from a safe distance, still remaining pretty guarded when it comes to the things I share with her.<br />
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It could have been by my design that we've kept our distance or perhaps she has kept it that way herself, but whatever we constructed in our past, I feel strongly that we're changing and molding a different relationship today. In a weird way I feel like I'm starting to <i>really</i> get to know my mom. Of course, I've always known she's all of the things I've mentioned here and recently we're talking and sharing more than we ever have. I'm seeing not only the lovable and stoic sides of her but the fragile and vulnerable ones as well.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago we found ourselves in her kitchen on a solemn, rainy day, opening up to one another. I not only grew a deeper appreciation for the woman standing in front of me, but I also grew a deeper understanding of her. It's an absolute fact that the two of us have had some epic mother/daughter battles but regardless of how angry or mad we'd leave there was no doubt that the love we had for one another was there.<br />
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As I think back on my childhood all the way through to today, the one thing that has been consistent and unwavering is my mother's love. There is truly nothing better in this world than to feel loved. Amiright?!?<br />
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I'm grateful for my mother and the relationship we're forming. We're oil and water yet two peas in a pod all at the same time. But that's our mother/daughter story and I look forward to seeing where it takes us next.<br />
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This Mother's Day I want nothing more than for her to know she's appreciated, celebrated and above all... loved.<br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Simply saying thank you is never enough but it is what I offer here. You are an amazing mother and grandmother and the nucleus our family needs. Enjoy this day set aside for mothers and know that you're doing a great job. </b></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><b>SG</b></span></i>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-57985619926470314942015-05-06T09:37:00.000-07:002015-05-11T11:37:33.393-07:00May Goals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe it's May already! It is probably my favorite month of all. The fact that it's my birthday month <i>miiiiiight</i> have something to do with it. ;)<br />
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May is also the busiest month it seems. Mother's Day, graduations, Little C friend birthday parties, my birthday, my mom's birthday, Memorial Day and our wedding anniversary! So much to celebrate!<br />
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I did pretty darn good with last month's goals. I still have not had a month where I've hit everything I set out to do but I'm still enjoying this monthly exercise. Here's the recap:<br />
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1) Win the Step Up Challenge: </b>I had mentioned that a group of us at work created a stair challenge for the month of April. It was a point system and whoever had the most points by the end of the month won. I wanted to win so very badly and I really tried hard, but there was one guy that just made it impossible. So alas, <span style="color: #351c75;"><b>I came in second place</b></span>. I'm still pretty darn proud because I had to work very hard to stay in the lead. Turns out we are a very competitive bunch and the challenge took on a whole new, and in my opinion, ridiculous level. We were doing so many stairs in a day that we'd be sitting at our desks sweating which is really not pleasant in work clothes! Not to mention we'd be doing all these stairs in between getting work done. It honestly was exhausting and we were all glad to see the month end. There's already talk of starting up another challenge but we will definitely have to amend the rules and point structure.<br /><b><br /></b><div>
<b>2) Schedule my Series 6 class: </b>This did not happen but not because of my efforts. I had to wait for my boss to confirm with his boss on how I'm supposed to get this class paid for. I was just told yesterday how to go about it and I had asked at the beginning of April. Oh well, on to May's goals with this one!</div>
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Me: No. You weren't cut out of my tummy.<br />
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C: So then <i>where </i>did I come out of?<br />
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I became hot and uncomfortable and I paused and had an entire conversation with myself in my head on how to handle this situation before it happened... I told him. I simply just told him the part of human anatomy that he was born from.<br />
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He repeated it back to me in the form of a question just to make sure he heard right and when I confirmed it I was certain there'd be more questioning. Instead he promptly turned his attention back to his favorite read and started sharing with me all the facts about leatherback sea turtles. The whole thing was over just as fast as it started.<br />
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I share this story because in a way I'm very glad it happened. I wasn't at all prepared for it but it was a parenthood rite of passage that I think I handled to the best of my ability. It wasn't a big deal and it was the truth. And if he takes nothing else away from our conversation I hope it resonated with him that he can ask me anything and trust he'll get a straight answer.<br />
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But more than anything... I hope he doesn't have a new topic of discussion at preschool today! Ha!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-13861331527838548852015-04-13T08:15:00.002-07:002015-05-11T11:37:33.384-07:00April Goals <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Who's ready to crush their April goals? I'm feeling super pumped and motivated!<br />
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<li><b>Lose 5 lbs. - </b>Nope. Didn't do it. Maintained my current state like a boss and I know my body is changing because my clothes feel looser. In fact, I put on a pair of pants a size smaller than I usually wear and they fit perfectly! But alas, no significant weight loss. :(</li>
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<li><b>Develop a study calendar for Series 6 materials by 3/9 - </b>I abandoned this plan and decided to schedule my class and use that as a deadline for getting through the studying. I've made contact with the right people to get me set up and I'll adjust this goal when I know more. </li>
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<li><b>Win the Step Up Challenge: </b>So a group of us at work created a stair challenge for the month of April. Basically it's a point system where going up two flights = 1 pt, from the basement to fourth floor = 2pts, etc. Whoever has the most points by the end of the month wins. So far I'm ahead by one point and really, really want to win. It has been a great addition to my workouts so at the very least I'm moving all throughout the day.</li>
<li><b>Schedule my Series 6 class: </b>Seriously. Just do it, Kendra.</li>
<li><b>Do 10 real push ups: </b>Not on my knees<b>, </b>no stopping and with good form. I will have Hubs record me for proof!</li>
<li><b>Spring clean the back yard: </b>There is so much to do but honestly, this is kind of exciting for us! As first time homeowners we get to call the shots and we've been enjoying discussions on how we want the yard to look. But first things first... remove all the dead "stuff" and clean up our space!</li>
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-28763378694586458512015-03-31T15:27:00.000-07:002015-04-01T07:44:57.123-07:00The big FOUR! Little C,<br />
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Anyway, your Dad and I are so stinking proud of you! You have so many noble qualities which we truly admire. You are very empathetic and considerate of others feelings. You are generous and kind. You are also extremely good at expressing how you feel verbally. I believe this to be an impressive trait which you developed at a very young age. Some may call it sensitive and as the outside world begins to impress upon you their own ideas of how little boys are "supposed" to act and feel, I hope you don't lose sight of all the characteristics I just mentioned. Your empathy and kindness are not boy or girl qualities, they are human qualities that most people lose sight of as they get older and suppress who they really are for the sake of fitting in. My hope for you is that you remain your authentic self as you continue to grow and don't lose sight of the sweet little boy that you have always been.<br />
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But aside from all of that (I think by now we know where you get your talkative nature from), you are also one tough cookie! Still a calculated risk taker but every time you get nervous or don't think you can do something, you always go through with it anyway and learn that you could do it all along! You love sports and currently soccer is what you enjoy playing the most. Your skills have come a long way since you started at 2 1/2.<br />
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You thirst for knowledge and have really taken to reading books filled with facts and tidbits about animals. All animals. All the time. You want to know everything about them and I'm always impressed by how much you retain what you learn.<br />
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Your favorite food is pizza. Favorite snacks are grapes. Favorite shows are currently Octonauts (mostly because you are on an ocean animal kick) as well as The Croods. You still are very attached to your white blanket and your monkey lovie, both of which you've had since your newborn days.<br />
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You love your little sister so much and always come up with fun new games for the both of you to play. Of course, you do get weary of her typical little sis antics but as I mentioned before, you are great at letting us know when you need a break and some alone time. You retreat to your room to play, read or watch a show on the portable DVD. My point of sharing this is that I appreciate your ability to know when you just need to be by yourself for a bit. I admire that and I love how before long, you're right back down with the family ready for action.<br />
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You are super friendly and every day at school people, young and old, are eager to say hello to you. Your Dad said it best that walking through the halls of school with you is like walking next to a little Politician! People gravitate to your charisma and personality like a whale gravitates toward krill! ;)<br />
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Bottom line, I could go on and on with more reasons why I love you. Every so often you look up at me with your giant chestnut brown eyes, your contagious happy smile, while you're having a conversation with me and I feel something inside that I just can't describe. The best way I can try to explain it is a sense of disbelief that I am your mother. Your father and I are simply blessed to even know you, let alone call you ours.<br />
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-31941450819340359812015-03-18T12:50:00.001-07:002015-03-18T12:51:32.310-07:00I told Little C he wasn't a rock star...Last night at dinner our two year old did exceptionally well at eating everything on her plate. She willingly tried a new type of chicken, that I don't think the kids had before, and asked for seconds. She ate almost all of her broccoli, devoured her rice and polished off her applesauce. She had good manners and great behavior, earning her dessert.<br />
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Little C struggled. He didn't care for the chicken, but tried it any way. He ate some applesauce and licked a broccoli floret claiming that was his way of trying it. We had to urge him to eat the whole time and remind him of good table manners. He actually ended up pulling through and eating most of his plate earning him dessert as well.<br />
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I gave the kids their cookie and proclaimed to Little Miss that she was a rock star! I praised her good behavior and the fact that she ate her dinner so well and even tried new things. That's when a very disappointed Little C asked in a tiny voice, "what about me? Am I a rock star too?"<br />
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I told him "no." I explained why Sis was a rock star and that it didn't mean he wasn't awesome himself, it just meant he needs to have better behavior to get the "rock star status" next time. I let him know what we expect and that his sister just happened to knock it out of the park on this particular day.<br />
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The situation was over as fast as it started and we all went about our business. But then my mama guilt set in and I started to think about the concept of giving praise to one sibling when the other is right there and won't be receiving the same props. Is it acceptable? Is it confusing for the kids? Does it foster sibling rivalry in a good or bad way? Did I handle the situation appropriately or is there a more constructive way to let one kid know they nailed it and the other has some work to do?<br />
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Of course both of my kids are rock stars but it's just the reality that at times one demonstrates better behavior than the other. Sometimes they're both on point and other times they are trouble as a team. It's hit or miss and you never know what you're going to get. Regardless, I'm eager to know what the best course of communication is in this case.<br />
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I plan on doing some reading on the topic and will report back what I find. But I thought I'd also throw it out to you. <b><span style="color: purple;">Have you been faced with this same issue? Are there any good resources I should reference to help shed light on this topic? I'd love your feedback!</span></b>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-65456513215194917262015-03-17T15:29:00.001-07:002015-03-17T15:29:29.525-07:00Lucky dayMy morning started off pretty rocky but it all turned around while I was working out over my lunch break. I had my playlist on shuffle and it put together the <i>perfect</i> mix for me! I love it when that happens. I had a great workout and felt really accomplished and strong. My mood did a complete 180 and I was feeling great!<br />
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I'm not sure where it came from but I thought to myself while sweating it out on the elliptical, that it would be a true sign of a happy-go-lucky day, and a bit ironic on St. Pat's, if I were to find a penny on the floor somewhere. And wouldn't you know...<br />
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<b>I kid you not!</b> I couldn't believe my eyes when I stumbled upon this copper beauty. It was a tiny little symbol from the universe that I need to cheer up and be happy. My rough morning felt like a distant memory and I'm now feeling festive and fun. I can't wait to go home to my little family had have a (hopefully) peaceful and enjoyable evening. You can never be too sure what you're in for with a four and two year old. Ha!<br />
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Anyway, I hope you all have a fun and festive St. Patrick's Day and maybe there's some luck from the universe headed your way as well.<br />
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Cheers!<br />
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<br />Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226582357839991659.post-44168134541450359352015-03-12T12:46:00.000-07:002015-03-12T12:58:41.970-07:00Full circleA year ago today, I wrote <b><a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2014/03/im-here.html" target="_blank">this post</a></b>. I cannot believe that it has been a full year since I lost my last job.<br />
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I have this to say about the whole ordeal... it changed me. Plain and simple. I'm a completely different person today than I was a year ago. The whole experience taught me how naive and clueless I was about life outside of my tiny "work bubble" that I had become so comfortable in for seven long years.<br />
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The way it went down does haunt me from time-to-time. I have dreams about the past... the position, the people. It definitely still fills some negative space in my head and I'm hopeful that the farther down my new path I go, the more and more the hurtful parts will fade.<br />
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I have grown more confident coming out of this experience. More confident in my own skin and more willing to be my authentic self in the workplace. I'm also loving being a little sponge soaking up as much knowledge as I can. My current role is exciting and challenging and I'm having to overcome hurdles in creative and collaborative ways. I have a new mentor who I absolutely love and cherish, I get to workout on my lunch breaks, I get to attend Women in Business lunches and the networking potential here is huge!<br />
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I've been able to put my name on some really great projects and I can clearly see opportunities for growth and advancement where I am today. I'm thriving. I said goodbye to a place that was suffocating and negative and I now find myself with a renewed energy and love of what I do.<br />
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<a href="http://myfullthymelife.blogspot.com/2014/04/my-current-state-of-umeployment.html" target="_blank"><b>Being unemployed</b></a> was the most humbling experience of my life. Even a year later I'm reminded of it constantly as we financially get back on our feet from it all. But we're close. Man, are we close.<br />
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The future is looking good and I can't wait to see where my journey will take me next!<br />
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Onward!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03239806431119950627noreply@blogger.com0