tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82110229944777153212024-03-13T23:49:17.759-07:00Mr, Mrs and Little Mister G We're just a Mr and Mrs with a little Mister. Living thousands of miles and an ocean away from any and all family. These are the tales of living in paradise while dealing with constant separations. Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-40271575228511867252013-08-26T11:27:00.001-07:002013-08-26T11:27:41.808-07:00Miles First PartySo while Mr. G is not a year for another week and a half, we decided to have his party early since Riley was supposed to be gone. Thankfully he ended up not going, but the party went on non the less! So now I'm just going to regurgitate pictures from the party, maybe with a few words here and there. I blew up ALL the balloons (you can't see them all but there were over 60) and was extremely light headed by the end. DIY party decorations are no joke! It was a lot of fun and I feel so blessed that we had so many people here to celebrate little man's first year around. He has so much love in his life even though we are so far away from family. here's to a hundred more years with our little guy!<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-68012595436720653342013-08-09T13:13:00.000-07:002013-08-09T13:13:01.234-07:00What Happened Here?I don't know when it happened or exactly how... but somehow I went from posting on my blog multiple times a week... to NADA for like FOUR months, what the heck?! I really love my blog, and every time I read someone else's blog it makes me sad that I haven't posted. I'm hoping I can get back into it!<br />
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Well Mr. G is 11 months old. I do not know where this last year has gone. Riley says it on nearly a nightly basis that our life would not be complete without him. He makes EVERYTHING so much more fun! Months ago it took a LOT of effort to get that kid to smile let alone laugh. Last night he was almost crying he was laughing so hard from giving Deezul hugs around the neck.<br />
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Lately my days have been filled with entertaining Miles and trying to live a healthier life. I took a little break from working out after my half marathon... I think I needed a break, but it was far too long. I finally found a workout I am extremely passionate about... I've seen results already in less than 2 weeks. It feels amazing to be back on a schedule! I started coaching for beachbody in May, So far it has been an incredible experience. I've met so many new people. One woman started at 485, and just this last week made it into the 300's. Some don't have as much to lose, some just want to tone up. I feel right with them though, I am talking to people with healthy habits and when you surround yourself with healthy people, it rubs off on you. I've been posting a lot on my Mile by Miles page on facebook, which is probably one reason I have neglected this blog... Boooo on me!<br />
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Riley is gearing up for another deployment... Seriously?! Thankfully this is the LAST one! We are starting to plan for our life AFTER this Marine Corps adventure. Starting over seems terrifying, I am extremely nervous about it. I know if we pray about it and follow the inspiration we are given that things will work out.<br />
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I hope you are all doing well. I'm so glad to be back on here!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-15628126567753598912013-04-18T00:42:00.002-07:002013-04-18T00:42:38.594-07:00Oh my Craft (Oh My Crap is more like it!)So I ordered some vinyl from Ohmycrafts.com on Dec 19th, it was an AMAZING deal, and so while I had ordered a few times and once before been irritated by the order taking too long, I decided that the deal was good enough to chance it. WRONG CHOICE! So they took the $40 out of my bank account on Dec 19th 2012, and as of now (4 months later) I still have YET to get any part of my order. They have not updated me, unless I e-mail them asking for an update. When I do this I get the EXACT same response every time (I'm talking word for word here). So I had someone(not naming names) attempt to call them for me, because I am a total pansy and probably would have accepted their ridiculous excuses rather than make a big deal. ANYWAY, she went to call them today (second attempt) it was only and hour or so after they claim to be open. It went straight to some generic voice message... You don't even have the option to leave a message to get a call back. Seriously?<br />
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Oh it's on. I'm getting my freaking vinyl.<br />
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Stay tuned.Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-54766789849220681342013-04-15T23:27:00.000-07:002013-04-15T23:27:50.382-07:00The Stakes Were High<br />
I signed up and paid for my Disney Princess half marathon when I was 7 months pregnant. I had NEVER ran further than 8 miles (and I walked the last 2 miles of that). I had a plan. I would have a super easy birth (HA) and I would be off the couch, out of the house and running within 3 or 4 weeks. I was sure that 5 months was PLENTY of time to train my postpartum body for 13.1 miles... Easy peasy! I was excited to prove to myself and everyone how awesome I was... Pretty high expectations there.<br />
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At 3 1/2 weeks postpartum I took Miles out in the Bob stroller and went 2 miles... It was a VERY slow 2 miles, mostly walking... Took me the better part of an hour. I put up a picture or status after that first run and could not believe the out pouring of love and support I had from so many friends and family members. I had put SO much pressure on myself to be one of those success stories I had read so much of. I absolutely LOVE transformation stories, and was so motivated by all these mama's who had babies and looked FANTASTIC!<br />
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I put more pressure on myself the closer I got to the big race. I remember starting the half marathon and as miserable as I was.. I was SO relieved to finally be I guess finishing what I had started 7 months prior when I paid for this. I cried tears of joy at the finish line, SO many emotions. I was NOT near this emotional before Mr. G. Now I cry even at the thought of the amazing things that my body has done for me.<br />
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I got home and still felt the post race high. You feel on top of the world, and you are SURE that everyone is just in awe of you.... ya... my post race high is pretty ridiculously cocky.... It's a weakness, and I have been humbled greatly, so hopefully this will improve. I waited 5 days to run (WHAT?! WHY THE HECK DID I ONLY WAIT 5 DAYS?!?!) Ya, I did not listen to my body at ALL. In my mind, I couldn't let everyone who had cheered me on down. They would all be disappointed if I quit. I couldn't just get to the "top" and then quit. What would people think of me? Yes, that was my main focus... horrible. I was humbled on that first run after the race. I hurt myself pretty bad and couldn't walk for a few days. My body BADLY needed a break! I continued to push myself and do insanity a few times a week... and then it happened...<br />
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I crashed! The only way I can think to compare it to is a sugar rush. I was like a kid who had milkshakes and pancakes for breakfast, I was bouncing off the walls for 5 months, Then suddenly the sugar was gone and I crashed... hard. I had ZERO motivation to continue. I knew it was just going to be a phase, but that my body hadn't stopped going since I gave birth.<br />
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So I have spent the past few weeks making not so great choices food wise compared to how I normally eat. I haven't really worked out... I've just been "resting"... But I finally feel like my body feels like it got the spring break it needed. I am SO ready to get back in the game full force!<br />
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I am LOVING being a beach body coach so far! I completed the challenge group I was in and am ready to start my own (one that I don't have to share with training for a ginormous race) It was a little discouraging when I weighed myself after the 2 month challenge and had not lost any pounds... But then I took the measurements I had lost 7 inches! Being a nursing mom I went into the whole thing knowing that I could not focus on pounds and had to just go in with the goal of toning and improving my overall fitness.<br />
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I'm trying to remember to be proud of myself for every step that I take to becoming who I ultimately want to be. I am so excited to get back to running longer! I'm also going to try out this boxing studio and will be ordering combat to try out that program!<br />
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Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-87478620879502332692013-04-08T21:40:00.000-07:002013-04-08T21:40:21.416-07:00These HandsI've always disliked the way that my hands look. Short fat fingers, a pudgy thumb base in my palm, and of course gross nails bit as close to the cuticle as possible.<br />
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My view on my hands has taken a dramatic turn. Tonight as I leaned over the edge of the crib and calmed my crying child with just the simple touch through his hair, I took a good look at my hands and thought about how incredible they really are. I use them for numerous tasks every single day.<br />
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The list could continue for ever. My point is, I never thought of my hands as the "mother" type of hands. But as I stroked Miles' head trying to calm him back to sleep, I noticed that my fingers were slighter than they used to be. My nails are long and healthy after a few years of letting them grow without my teeth destroying them. My hands may not be "dainty" however they are strong in only a way that becoming a mom could have made me realize. </div>
Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-81428303556858691852013-04-08T00:54:00.000-07:002013-04-08T00:54:02.339-07:00TeethMister G officially has 2 teeth! I would include a picture, but try to get him to show you and he will stick his tongue out, so.. no picture.<br />
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He's crawling all over the house, which means the day I have dreaded for months has arrived... He has discovered the dog food in the dining room. I had a bunch of pins on pinterest on ways to lift Deezuls bowls up off the floor. But here's the problem. I moved Deezul's dog bed out of the living room a while ago because of all the baby crap taking up the whole space. That is what started Deezul's anorexic spiral. And seeing as how I am just barely getting my old dog back after battling months of puppy depression I don't want to ruffle any feathers by messing with his food. Any advice?<br />
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We were able to get Riley home for 9 days (ridiculously short I know!)<br />
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He made sure to do some super manly things with Miles.<br />
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We celebrated Easter a week early. Miles LOVED his loot from the bunny. Rye had a blast helping the bunny figure out what he would enjoy.<br />
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Tigger towel was all dad :)<br />
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We went out to dinner with good friends (This is Miles with the Godfathers)<br />
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We drove up to north shore and watched the sun set over the waters of Waimea as a family.<br />
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Seriously look at that grin! This kid is so in love with his dad it's not even funny!<br />
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Miles soaks up screen time with dad<br />
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I really love these boys.<br />
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He loves to lay his head on Riley's shoulder (He pretty much NEVER does this with me)<br />
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9 days seemed to go by so fast, but we also fit SO much into 9 days it seemed to last far longer than that.<br />
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Miles was teething the whole time Riley was home so he got to be up multiple times a night with us. He is so incredibly patient at 3am... I'm not as much. I just want to give him the boob and shut him up so I can zombie walk back to my room and concentrate on not falling down the staircase on my way past it (seriously think about that every night). Riley would so calmly take the not hungry but screaming Miles in his arms, head down the stairs and out the front door. He would either walk down the block with him. or once we put him in the stroller, put the leash on Deezul and we went on a 2 mile walk around base at 3am.<br />
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Miles is so incredibly lucky to have a dad who openly admits that his entire world revolves around his family. He has never been ashamed to be a family man. I love that Miles will grow up with his dad as his role model. There is the quote "The greatest thing a father can do for his children, is to love their Mother" Riley is a fantastic dad and the most loving husband a girl could ask for.<br />
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We miss him every minute that he is not home (especially the days when Mister G refuses to nap)<br />
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Soon he will be back with us. I feel as though lately I have been in a constant state of counting down. I want to enjoy my husband without an expiration date right in front of us. I'm ready to go out with our little family and explore more of this amazing Island. I've got my list of hikes ready to go!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-88269796478120086882013-03-04T23:52:00.000-08:002013-03-04T23:52:28.926-08:00I've Been A Terrible Blogger Lately!I'm sorry to the 3.2 people out there who actually read my blog. I've been a totally awful blogger. Miles is up before 6am and by the time I get him down at night I either A. do chores and work crap or B. relax on the couch.... B happens more than A.<br />
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Well I am back from my first EVER half marathon! I am so happy that I can say it's over!!! I was really proud of how I did, I ran the entire thing minus the .5 miles I had to walk before I was able to cover my whole body in biofreeze. I would write out my entire travel story but I just don't know that I want to relive that horrible part of my life again!<br />
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Miles turns 6 months old tomorrow night! How crazy is that?? He's also no officially crawling... FORWARD, I continue to fall more in love with that kid. He makes me laugh so hard pretty much every day. WARNING: This may turn into a Miles picture overload post.<br />
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Seriously, Check out those blue eyes! I'm so jealous of his eyes. That kid is going to break some hearts.<br />
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He's mobile.... Heaven help me :)<br />
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So I dressed him for church yesterday... and then laughed for a good 4 minutes at his outfit. He saw me laughing and started giggling.... Also ignore my jeans in the background, I take them off pretty much as soon as I walk in the door... Which is why they are lying about 1 1/2 feet from the front door :)<br />
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He has fallen in LOVE with the bath! He loves to just lay and splash! He is so good at rolling now that he flips onto his belly, which of course meant that he has now gotten his first mouthful of bathwater... yum<br />
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He loves sitting at chairs and doing what I am doing<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-5018707130795698762013-02-01T21:34:00.002-08:002013-02-01T21:34:37.523-08:00What I Am Up To<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You read it right! I have decided to become a beach body coach. Hopefully I will be able to help people on my way to hitting my goals.<br />
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I'm in a challenge group starting on Monday. It is 60 days and I plan to share my results at the end of the 60 days :) So stay tuned. I will let you know how it is going along the way. I'm sure I will be pleased with the whole thing!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-8698208629708783392013-01-30T23:20:00.001-08:002013-01-30T23:20:46.305-08:00Stain RemoverOk, So I bought something online like 2 weeks ago and was pretty excited to try it... I was SO pleased with how it worked I decided to go ahead and blog about it :)<br />
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This bad boy is FANTASTIC! Wanna see it in action? good.<br />
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So if you cloth diaper you probably know all about staining... it's pretty gross. Sorry if this is TMI but Miles has some BRIGHT yellow poo... It's the strangest thing. anyway, here are just some before and afters!<br />
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All I did was wet the diaper, rub the stick on the wet diaper and then lather it in my hand. I could watch the stain come out, after rinsing it well I put it out on the line to get some sun. After an HOUR in the sun they looked BRAND NEW!!! basically I recommend this to everyone. It apparently gets any stain out of anything!<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-22829350920669032082013-01-13T01:22:00.001-08:002013-01-17T03:58:26.610-08:00Is It Fixed?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Sadly I have not posted since Blogger refused to let me add pictures onto my posts... I know that may seem like a lame reason, but seriously, who would want to read by blog without any sort of visual stimulation??</span></div>
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Testing seems to have proved that we can add pictures yet again! Hall-le-lu! Don't try to tell me you don't love that picture :) Mr. G banged on the computer and opened up photo booth... How do you say no to that?!<br />
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I will pretty much just overload you all on pictures for the past month and maybe add a few stories to go with :)<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-6430593106950075122012-12-04T00:20:00.000-08:002012-12-04T00:20:13.321-08:00Happy December!I get my husband home this month!!!!!!!! That is the ONLY info I can give right now.<br />
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This weekend I decided to clean out my closets and get rid of quite a few items that I don't understand why I still have them! So far just from posting some stuff on facebook I have made $170.... Which pretty much covers the Christmas shopping damage I did this weekend for the small child (sorry Riley) hopefully I can get some more of this stuff out of here! Cause I need to make room, Miles is slowly taking over all the free space in the house :)<br />
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I went to the craft store this weekend to get some supplies for a few projects, a welcome home sign, Miles' 3 month onesie and some other super fun craft stuff.<br />
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I really wish I was blogging more, BUT I use all my free time to work on projects. Why do I ALWAYS overwhelm myself with projects while Rye is gone. I have to get our new bed built in the next like weekish (that is my timeline I gave myself) When Rye gets home he is going to help me sand down and stain this table as red as I can get it!<br />
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I WAS going to put some pictures there but apparently I ran out of storage space on my blog for pictures... Anyone know if I will attain more storage at the beginning of the year. or am I going to have to purchase storage? I mean $2.50 isn't a terrible price a month, But how many people actually read my blog anyway... Is it worth PAYING for pictures? I know Riley reads it, and when he is away it is nice for him to keep up to date... We will revisit this issue.<br />
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Miles is going to be 3 months old the day after tomorrow. Time sure does fly! He rolled onto his belly for the first time today. Riley was able to see him do it over Skype! Well we both actually missed the first time... little Roman saw it instead. He pulls up to stand, and holds his head up like a champ! He's VERY physical and has been trying desperately to become mobile for WEEKS. I fear we may have an early crawler on our hands. I am NOT ready for him to be mobile. Deezul is just getting used to him, and I know he is not ready for Miles to be able to go after him. Lord help us all when the day finally arrives.<br />
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Cloth diapering is still going awesome. I only use disposables with the babysitter now. She MAY be cool with cloth, but I haven't ever asked her. I don't want to burden her at all. Also she is very well priced, and Miles only goes 2 days a week for like 4 hours, I think I can afford diapers for that time!<br />
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Speaking of cloth diapering, have I mentioned that it is addictive yet? Yikes. Wait until you guys see my next post about my stash. I would include pictures... But blogger hates me, and your curiosity.<br />
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The house is being decorated for Christmas and I am beyond excited. I cannot wait to see Riley and Miles on Christmas morning :)<br />
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Also I think I am A-OK if Riley decides to get out of the Marine Corps. I know that it is really hard on him to be away from us (especially Miles(And Deezul)) I really really like Rye, so I wouldn't mind having him around 24/7 again. He's my best friend :)<br />
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I really do love blogging, I have just been so busy. I will try to stay on top of it though!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-45443468060026759192012-11-15T00:55:00.000-08:002012-11-15T00:55:15.519-08:00Cloth Diapering Alright I've been Cloth Diapering for nearly 7 weeks now. This will be my first official reviews and tips post. Keep in mind, every baby is completely different. I am still super new to this and don't pretend to know even HALF of what I need to know. So please be understanding. This is just what is working for ME at the moment. This will be the first of MANY cloth diaper posts, and hopefully if you were thinking about cloth diapering or currently are, I will be able to provide some kind of insight. I will include pictures as well!<br />
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<li>14 Bumgenius 4.0- I LOVE these... can I just say how much I LOVE these! I stuff them with the large adjustable insert with the fatter part up front since boys tend to pee towards the front of a diaper. I have not had ONE leak in these. They are the first diapers that I reach for. I have 8 or 9 that are snaps and the others are velcro. I will always try to set aside the velcro so that I have them ready for the middle of the night change. It's much easier to slap the velcro closed than to try to line up the snaps on the right setting in the dark. </li>
<li>3 fuzzibunz pocket- So far I give these 1 1/2 stars... I had leaks EVERY time I put these on. I hear nothing but awesome reviews on these so I have been super frustrated. But I just adjusted the settings and I THINK AND HOPE AND PRAY that I fixed the issue. the first time I put him in it after the change and I didn't have a leak... So we will see. I really want these to work. So stay tuned, I really do believe they have the potential to be amazing diapers</li>
<li>5 flip Covers- No complaints about these. HOWEVER no one told me that there are special inserts you can put in the flip that is able to touch baby's skin (cause normal microfiber inserts CANNOT touch baby) I think I may end up ordering some of these (shhh don't tell Riley)</li>
<li>2 bumkins pocket-I loved these. They were in my most used pile. They are super cute, I especially love his turtles print. Recently though they started leaking, so I am actually stripping them right now. Hopefully stripping them fixes the problem. Cause I love these. I try to stuff these with the same bum genius adjustable insert. If I don't have any left I use 2 smaller inserts</li>
<li>2 Grovia All in One's- I have 1 infant and 1 one size. These are fantastic. They are normally a little pricey, but I got them both on a Grovia seconds sale. The infant one has leaked the past 2 times. I'm stripping it right now but honestly, I think he may have just outgrown it... This makes me sad. I really love his little robot diaper.</li>
<li>3 MG baby pocket (I think it's cool that it says MG baby... get it... Miles Gardiner... Yup I'm a nerd)- Love these. I got through all 3 with every load (which I do every other day) I stuff them the same way. I am also able to use these as night time diapers, which is always a plus! </li>
<li>3 lotus bumz pocket-I like these, but don't love the colors that I have... which is a stupid reason not to use them, but I find myself passing it for a cuter one... other than that I don't have any complaints about how they work. I don't worry about these leaking and just stuff them the same way.</li>
<li>1 small Baby beehind cover- This cover is AWESOME I absolutely love the velcro on it. It's not normal velcro and sticks to every part of the diaper so I am not limited to the small velcro tabs. </li>
<li>3 random brands that came in the mail and I don't love the colors... So I will probably pass them on to someone---- Honestly I've never used these.</li>
<li>3 large and 2 medium workhorse- I am going to try the medium and see how it works, he might still be too small, but we shall see. </li>
<li>about a dozen infant prefolds- I use these with a snappi under a cover. Sometimes I will just fold it in thirds and set it in the cover, that seems to work as well. You just have to make sure you change it within the 2 hours. </li>
<li>about a dozen and a half newborn prefolds- I WAS using these... I suppose I could use these to stuff diapers now. </li>
<li>a billion microfiber inserts- I know a lot of people complain about these inserts. They come with virtually every diaper you order, and so far I haven't had any issues... however I am very new at this. </li>
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I am SO excited to try the thirsties. I hear awesome things about them, and I got the inserts to go with them.<br /><br />
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I was wanting to try these and so I am pretty stoked to be able to do so!<br /><br />
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Currently I am doing laundry every 2-2 1/2 days. I WAS using charlie's soap but when that ran out I decided to try and make my own. I ended up making some with Borax, Washing soda, and oxi clean. I also added a little peppermint oil. So every time I do laundry my whole laundry room smells slightly of candy canes (LOVE). I use 1 TBSP of this in each load. I even started using it for my normal laundry. I am completely in love with this. It is also much cheaper than paying $30 for a tub of soap that will only last 80 loads. I throw my diapers in on the sanitize setting and then dry the inserts and hang all the covers and diapers out to dry over night. So far so good. I only have slight staining on a few of the diapers and I need to try and sun them to bleach them out. I am curious how well sunning actually works... anyone know? </div>
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-15388942595274368392012-11-08T00:20:00.003-08:002012-11-08T00:20:40.416-08:00DIY-er So about 3 1/2 - 4 years ago I bought a table in the clearance section of IKEA. It was baby pink and hideous, but was discounted down to $6 for a scratch at the top. I had been looking for a little table and decided that with Riley's background of helping his dad with woodworking that he could do a little transformation for me.<br />
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He tried to get me to sand it, but ever since I was little the sound of sandpaper makes me cringe. It's far worse than nails on a chalkboard. Pretty sure I batted my eyes to get him to sand it, I just had to hang out in the garage with him. I then watched him spray paint this horrid table from baby pink to black. He did an amazing job, and I was SUPER sad when he gave that table away to one of the Marines after the last deployment.<br />
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Prior to moving to Hawaii I did not really believe in DIY. All the projects I attempted turned out SUPER cheesy looking. Upon my arrival I was busy house training a puppy, which gave me extra time to kill. I started following a few amazing DIY blogs and the ideas started flowing. At first I would have to replicate their ideas as close as I could. But as time goes on I find myself able to come up with ideas and able to execute them. Last deployment I bought some old windows and made a wall hang out of one of them. this next week I plan to transform it into a christmas decoration... I am really excited since I already have everything I need for the project and it won't cost me a dime.<br />
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I also recently scored a table at the Salvation Army (yes I remember that I said I was boycotting them.. but for $40 I was willing to call a temporary truce.) It is large and has 2 leafs.. Now I just need some chairs for this amazing find. At first my plan was to sand it down and paint it white. Then find lots of chairs and paint them a rainbow of different colors... BOOOO-RING, it's been done a hundred times on pinterest. Then as I stood at the wall of spray paint at the home depot, inspiration hit. WA-BAM. I would paint the table Colonial Red (by rustolium) and then find some chairs to paint white. GENIUS. I bought the paint and headed home, uber proud of myself. Soon I was telling Rye of my plans when he suggested that I STAIN the table instead of paint. Never done it before but after looking up red stained objects I decided that is what I REALLY want. I called my father in law who just walked me through the process... so hopefully I will be able to get this project done in the next week.<br />
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I am so grateful that I was able to find inspiration in what others do. I'm also grateful for the talent and ability to DIY. I know that others are not able/willing to do this, so I am thankful that I have the skills and talent needed for such projects!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-83499716122489426432012-11-06T23:36:00.000-08:002012-11-06T23:36:18.666-08:00CompetitionWhy do people feel the need to compete with others? I understand the primal need to "be the best" but why does EVERYTHING in life have to turn into a competition? I don't see the point.<br />
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In middle and high school we (girls) felt the need to compete with each other for the attention of boys. We were all absolutely too hard on ourselves constantly comparing our thighs or length/thickness of hair. Things that we honestly had little control over. I know that on multiple occasions I compared myself to my best friend (Lauren) and never once did I put myself in the "winning" category. She was skinny, and gorgeous and incredibly talented. She was also (and still is) my best friend. Sure the boys I liked often had little to no interest in me except to see if I could put in a good word with Lauren. But I was selling myself short on a tremendous level. Sure I was average height, didn't have long legs and was (and still am) incredibly awkward. But in high school I was talented, I had lots of friends, and I was beyond passionate in my hobby's (Debate team, and Acting up). Now if you ask Riley he will tell you what a nerd (aka loser) I was. And that if we had gone to the same high school we definitely would NOT have dated. Yet, he dated me KNOWING what a nerd I am. I used to be embarrassed to admit I was a debate nerd. But when I get worked up over a political issue I see him smile at the way I get myself totally overworked. Ya he is probably making fun of me in his head... but I'd like to think that my passion for nerdy things is one of the many reasons he adores me.<br />
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So competing during our teenage years DOES make sense to me. I see why people do it. But after you are married.... what is the point? I know people that like to try and compare their marriage to others. What gain do you get from that. Riley and I have an amazing relationship, we are best friends and enjoy each other more than other people... but how would it benefit me to compare or belittle another couple that has a COMPLETELY different relationship. With 2 people that are completely different from us? NOTHING. My marriage will be what it will be. Whether I compete with others or not. When my friends have great marriages, I don't feel the need to compare. I am genuinely happy for them, and possibly take note as to how I could improve my own marriage. The way I see it, I want all my friends to be in healthy and happy relationships.<br />
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Children. I know I am new to the whole parenting thing... but it's coming pretty naturally to me. I think 24 is the PERFECT age to have a kiddo (at least for me). I know that I would not have had the patience that I currently have. I would not have been so laid back either. It's crazy how much growing up I did in the 6 years we were married BEFORE Miles showed up. But it seems to me that every mom makes motherhood into a competition.People question/judge your every decision and expect you to do the same. Just because I chose to cloth diaper does NOT mean I look down on you for using disposables. If I make a face when you talk about how expensive diapers are, it's only because I honestly have NO idea how much diapers end up costing, and you are probably blowing my mind! I don't let my son listen to music blaring. Not because I want him to be in quiet all the time. It's because I did research and made a decision. And I don't care HOW you feed your child... Just feed them!<br />
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Body type. Let's be honest here, I am not a size 1. Are ya shocked?! Weight is something I have always struggled with, Even now, I run and run and run and the scale won't move, even when I am eating very well. I can't compare myself to Lauren anymore. My body will NEVER look like hers. It won't look like anyones. I am me. I need to learn to be happy in my own skin... deflated balloon of a belly and all. While I wanted to avoid stretch marks the ones I have (while ugly) are a reminder that after years of trying and treatments. And all the heartbreak. I was able to carry my little man for a full 9 months. So many would KILL for that chance. So I try to remind myself as I am judging myself in the mirror, That I wanted this. My chest (partly since I'm nursing and partly from genetics) is GINORMOUS at this time. I mean out of control. While I have always hated being busty, It reminds me that I am able to nurse my son and provide life to him.<br />
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Anyway that Is my rant for the night. I just want to be happy with myself, and with the life I am trying to raise my son into. I will post again tomorrow, But I need to hurry and pump and go to bed. I'm exhausted!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-24560335661116409772012-10-09T00:53:00.001-07:002012-10-09T00:54:45.924-07:00Milf Monday- Slow MovingWell I made it through week 1 of my workouts! I can't believe I did it! There was more than a few times that I really just wanted to be lazy and use the excuse that I just had a baby, and if I wanted to I could sit on the couch and eat granola bars all day! Not saying I didn't do that.. I'm just saying I fit in my workouts!<br />
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I know I've said it before but just to clarify, at this point I am not restricting calories. I want to make sure that Miles has enough nutrition. I'm making healthier choices, and not indulging as I did while pregnant (which wasn't ever too extreme). In December I will likely start counting calories if I am not seeing any change in myself.<br />
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Alright so here is the breakdown of my weeks workouts<br />
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<li>Monday- 2 mile run. I did this VERY slow, 29:45 to be exact. Yup go ahead and mock. I ran through 1 song and then walked the next. It felt really slow, and I was sure that everyone that drove by was making fun of me... but I'm ok with that. I had an almost 4 week old kiddo with me. They can laugh all they want, You gotta start somewhere!</li>
<li>Tuesday- Lifted weights to workout arms and abs. Putting Miles to bed at 7 has been amazing. I'm able to squeeze in a workout, or get some housework done! </li>
<li>Wednesday- 2 mile run. I cut 1:50 off mondays time. Woot Woot!</li>
<li>Thursday- Lifted weights to workout chest and back. I also did an ab workout.</li>
<li>Friday- Should have been a run day, but since I was planning on a longer run for Saturday, I decided to use this as a rest day. Riley however guilted me into getting my butt upstairs and lifting. So I worked out my shoulders</li>
<li>Saturday- I did my nearly 4 mile run. It was TOUGH. I'm not going to lie. There were A LOT of times that I had to convince myself that I needed to finish the run, and NOT take the shortcut back home. It's true, running is a total mind game!</li>
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I don't really want to put these pictures up.. But I'm going to. I only lost .8 lbs this week... but hey, thats nearly a pound less than I weighed last monday! I'm moving in the right direction! I am now 4.6 lbs above my pre pregnancy weight. Here's to hoping I continue to do well and am able to stick with this fairly easily!</div>
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So quick fitness update. I had decided that Monday would be my first day back working out. Holy Crap! Monday and Wednesday I ran 2 miles (run/walk) Tuesday and today I walked lots, and lifted weights. My arms and abs are killing me from Tuesday! I just finished working out like an hour ago, and I can already tell that my chest/back is going to be feeling it! And I worked my abs again... So I can plan on a continuation of the soreness in that area. Here is to hoping that I start to see a change soon-ish. I don't hate my body, I see it as a price to pay for my little miracle. However, I would like to be able to wow myself when I look into the mirror. Next baby I will absolutely be lifting weights throughout the whole pregnancy, I learned my lesson the hard way. Starting over is no fun!<br />
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Ok so on to todays main blogging subject... THE PUMPKIN PATCH!!! I'm sure you saw my pictures on facebook... but in case you didn't I will include some. I set my alarm for 6AM to make sure that Miles didn't let me sleep in. I knew we would have to leave the house around 8-ish. I got up and tried to get ready before waking up Miles to eat. He woke up at 6:40 when I was 80% ready and was hungry. Amazingly we made it over to the pumpkin patch like 10 minutes early. The patch is designed for young kids, but obviously not for 1 month old babies. I figured we would show up, mingle with the girls from work, pick out his pumpkin and head home. I didn't want to wait in line for the hay ride... just to hold either a sleeping or hungry/crying baby.<br />
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I made sure to bring cash. Last year they sold the fresh squeezed lemonade in the mason jars, as well as the fresh picked corn. They had no such booth this year and I was severely disappointed by this!<br />
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And since you have been patient in reading my long blog posts lately... here are some of the pictures I got back from one of the photographers! She did an awesome job, and I am very grateful to have gotten more shots of my little guy! He's already growing up so fast!<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-51666435741604428002012-10-02T00:56:00.000-07:002012-10-02T00:56:17.373-07:00Milf Monday- 1st Run Ever As A MomSo this morning I embarked on the new adventure of post baby body rejuvenation.<br />
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It was tough! I left the house, started my pandora Nsync station and was all ready to walk the first leg for a good long warm up... except my neighbor who is not very neighborly was leaving her house and giving me her judgmental eyes she likes to use when she stares me down... So I took off running. Ya I never fully grew up, It's like when I was 12 with a cast on my arm, walking on the beach in Oregon and I saw the cute boy so I tried to walk all "hippy" except I didn't have hips, or coordination. I still have the scar on my knee from that little mishap! Anyway, the plan was run 30 seconds- 1 min and then walk for 2-3. I just don't do well with starting uber slow. I just couldn't do it. So I ran 1 song and walked 1 song. Nsync radio let me down today, it wanted to play all the amazing SLOW boy band songs. I had to switch over to Today's Adult Hits.<br />
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My run went really well, My right shin hurt, but that is normal for my runs. I need a new pair of running shoes but am waiting until the next shoe sale on base. Miles slept for the entire run (THANK GOODNESS) and the Bob stroller is ahhhh-mazing. Seriously I even thought about having to correct it, and it was already done! Totally worth the money if anyone out there is looking for a recommendation.<br />
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I will not be running everyday, tomorrow I will either lift, or maaaaaybe get out one of Riley's yoga dvd's. Ok let's not lie, Yoga probably isn't going to happen. On my non running days I plan on taking Deezul and Miles out for a good walk, just to make sure we get out and around the neighborhood.<br />
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I just downloaded the app runstar, I got the free version till I realized I wanted the full version, so I paid the 5 bucks for it. It is the first app I have ever paid for though, so I don't feel guilty! I will check in with you and let you know how I like it!<br />
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Weight - +5.4lbs from pre baby weight.<br />
I don't know what other stats I should put up... I'll get back to you on that!<br />
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I took day 1 pictures, but the memory card is downstairs. I will update with those pictures probably tomorrow. But for now here is a few pictures from my run this morning! Way to start out a month, with a good run!<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-25954629866793352812012-09-30T23:47:00.002-07:002012-09-30T23:47:34.326-07:00Cloth Diapering In PracticeSo I have been researching cloth diapering for YEARS, no I'm not exaggerating. I first wanted to do it in 2008, Riley shot down that Idea... thankfully he came around once I showed him the research and the truth about how it <i>actually</i> works.<br />
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My total cost to this day is $320 for all the cloth diapers I have. That includes my stash of about 35-ish pocket & All in One's, 7 covers, and 30-ish prefolds (just newborn and infant size at the moment). I have only 1 snappi, but have a package of 10 in my cart on amazon right now.<br />
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The past 2 1/2 days I have put Miles in cloth during the daytime when we are downstairs. After his bedtime bath I put him in disposables for the night and until the late morning that is what he stays in. We still have lots of disposables that were given to us, no use in wasting them! I had to buy an extra pack of newborn diapers with the umbilical cord cutout, 1 package of huggies cost $13 for 60 something diapers.. .That is ridiculous! How do people afford to diaper a child?! He waits till I change him to finish pooping! So now I have to wait a good 10 minutes after the first sound to make sure he's done.<br />
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So far we have had 1 leak. And it was a user error. I did not tighten it properly, or he may still be too small for that particular one. So far it's been pretty easy! My only issue is that I can't tell when he's wet. It seems to stay the same bulkiness, and I don't want to have to test it with my finger... So I will go off and do my research for another way! I didn't think that I would like doing prefolds, but I don't mind it at all! it's nice to be able to just wipe off the cover with a wipe and stick on another pre fold, rather than have to put on a whole new diaper.<br />
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I highly recommend wet bags! I need to order a big one, but so far my little ones have worked. I'm doing my first load of dirty diapers tomorrow. I'm using Charlie's soap. I've been using it on his clothes and I really like it so far!<br />
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If you have zero interest in cloth diapering... I'm sorry for boring you with this post... but I'm sure you'll get over it! Tomorrow is my first day back working out. So I will be posting my first post-baby body picture... It won't be pretty, but it will be good for accountability!<br />
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I'll leave you with pictures of Miles in his cloth diapers. If you follow me on instagram, these may look familiar!<br />
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This is Mr G in his first cloth diaper ever! A pre fold with a flip cover. It's a one size cover, and I was able to get 5 of these on seconds sale for I think $5 or $6 a piece. These were the first cloth diapers I purchased, so it seemed fitting to be the first I put him in! These are still a tiny bit loose around his legs, but still fit snug enough that I haven't had a leak yet.<br />
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Mr G is sporting a prefold, and a Bee cover... I can't read the full name, it might be Bee Baby. it's a size small cover. This one worked REALLY well, and the velcro was able to be pulled super tight and it stuck to any part of the diaper which was nice seeing as it overlapped the other strap by a bit. I also got this one on zulily I believe.<br />
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This one is not a diaper one.... This is Miles drunk on milk, and I love it!<br />
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He started screaming (for no reason I might add). So being the awesome mom I am I snapped a picture before picking him up and setting his world right again. He's wearing a MG Baby pocket diaper... I bought a few of these on zulily for I think $10, So far I love these, I've used 2 of them, they fit well and zero leaks. This one was REALLY full when I changed him since he wore it on our evening walk. So this is one I would recommend if it comes back on zulily!Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-80025009729185148342012-09-28T12:32:00.000-07:002012-09-28T12:32:20.570-07:00I'm a CowThis title has nothing to do with my weight... although I guess I kind of feel like that a little. I am going to attempt my first run on Monday. I have my first 5k back in a month, so I need to get back in the saddle! I don't want to end up walking the race, although I will if I have to. Which means Monday will be my first Milf Monday post. I follow another blog and she started Milf Monday, I LOVE the idea. She tracked her post baby weight loss/workout journey.<br />
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I'm sitting in bed, the blinds are open so I can see out to the awesomely stormy morning we have here. However I checked the weekend update and we won't have another rainy weekend... sad day, I do love me some rainy days. I have Deezul curled up under the blanket at my feet, and Miles curled up and drunk on milk at my side. They say that babies need to sleep on their backs, and I put him on his back repeatedly, but every time he will roll onto his side and sleep like that. He's like his mama I suppose.<br />
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My life these past three weeks has consisted solely around feeding Mr. G. I got a pump so that I could find out how my milk I had cause we were worried about his lack of weight gain for a while. The first day I got it I was skyping with Rye and mentioned I got it. He asked me if I felt like a cow. I told him a little bit. That night as I was pumping I realized... the thing sounds like it's mooing at me! So now I really feel like a cow. Rye joked that I should listen to soothing music since cows produce more milk when they listen to calming music.<br />
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Mr. G officially has moved out of newborn pjay's up to 0-3 month. I took count of how many sets he has in 0-3 months... I will be making a trip to the store today, plus all 4 or 5 that we have are snaps all the way up... I can't be dealing with snaps at 4 am feedings.... This mama needs a freakin zipper! I think I miss buttoned it 4 times last night. Nope, aint got time for that crap. I need to get more jersey to finish the rug for the nursery, and order a few canvas prints.. other than that the nursery is DONE! I will try to put up some pictures. It's pretty much awesome if I do say so myself!<br />
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Miles had some pictures taken yesterday. I've always said that I do not enjoy newborn photography. It's too time consuming and frustrating. Case in point, it took them nearly 5 hours to get all the pictures of Mr G. A girl at church is studying under another photographer and asked if Miles could model for her. Who turns down pictures?! I don't believe there is such a thing as too many pictures. I can't wait to see how they turned out, cause the few that I saw looked awesome! Next weekend I will be doing his 1 month pictures and I have a feeling it will be an all day event. Oh and this next week, Miles will be visiting the pumpkin patch for the first time!<br />
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<br />Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-20730183717884286032012-09-28T02:37:00.000-07:002012-09-28T02:37:01.931-07:00Happy Birthday Miles!Here is the long awaited birth story, only 3 weeks later (oops). Also I apologize again for TMI... I'm going to try and recount the day moment by moment. I will start by saying that it was probably the most emotionally draining day of my entire life. There were no rainbows and fluffy bunnies... It was freakin rough.<br />
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We got the call from the hospital at 11:45 pm on the 4th. The nurse told us to be there by 1:30. So we woke up got out of bed, woke the moms up, gathered the hospital bags and loaded them in the car. We took Deezul outside to pee one last time, and tried to make sure that we had everything we would need. Thinking back, I should have eaten something. We had dinner at 6:30, but I was so worried about not making it there by 1:30 that stopping for food wasn't even in my thoughts. Lesson learned.<br />
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1:30- Arrived at Labor & Delivery. We were told we would be in room 8. The midwife took Rye and I back so we could get settled before our moms came back. We entered the room with our bags, took one last belly picture and talked while I put on the awesomely horrid gown about how excited we were and how exciting the day was going to be.<br />
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2 am- I was laid down and given my IV. The moms joined us and we settled in for a long night/day. My nurse asked to go over my birth plan with me so she knew what expectations I had.<br />
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2:20am- I had a foley bulb placed to help dilate my cervix manually. </div>
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2:20-6ish- Contractions continued but were light enough I just had to do a little breathing. They just felt like bad menstrual cramps. We watched Princess and the frog and other movies I had packed. Riley and both our moms found places to crash out and get a few more hours of sleep. I was in and out, never fully getting to sleep. </div>
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7AM- I was checked. The midwife said I was at 4cm still 80%. The foley bulb came out and she talked to me about breaking my water to really get things going. This is something I had wanted to avoid, but it wasn't UBER important to me. I agreed that we get the show on the road. Holy crap, that hurt. I was told it doesn't really hurt... ya well it did for me! She told me from this point on they expected me to progress approx 1 cm an hour, give or take. </div>
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Contractions got real after my water was broken. I started having to breath and focus during these. The tiles above me had fish carved into them. So each contraction I would count the bubbles on the tiles until the contraction was over. This worked. I was able to breath through them, no big deal. </div>
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8:30AM- Miles started showing the first signs of distress. His heart rate would drop after each contraction. I lay in the bed, trying to focus on breathing through contractions but also worrying that each contraction brought the possibility of Miles heart rate dropping again. </div>
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10AM- Nurse made a bet with me that I would give birth before lunch and would finally be able to eat. The Midwife checked me, I had only progressed to 5cm. The worrying thing was that I had lost my focus during contractions because everyone was buzzing around trying to keep Miles out of distress. Every contraction everyone stared at the monitor. She told me that at this point if I wanted to avoid a C-section she highly recommended I get an epidural so that my body relaxed as much as possible, and hopefully would relax Miles as well. </div>
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She left so we could talk about it. I had a meltdown. I felt like I was handling labor like a champ. I was breathing and felt like I was doing ok. I mean I wasn't singing or anything but I was doing ok. This was the one HUGE thing I had planned to avoid, and it felt like it was being ripped away from me. The second she had walked out to let us decide, my focus was COMPLETELY gone... and I was suddenly in a lot of pain with every contraction. Rye and I talked through it, I already knew my answer would be yes. I was worrying already about Miles, and would do anything to try and ensure that he not be put under any more stress than he had to. Crying and in pain I looked to Riley, tears in his eyes and a look that I don't see on his face often... He was having a tough time. I'm usually the strong one in our relationship. When things get hard, I put on a brave face. So when I am the opposite of tough, he struggles to have to sit and watch, unable to do anything about it. We had a few tear filled moments before the doc came in to stick a huge needle in my back. After having what felt like acid being injected into my back I was laid back down and put back on the monitors. </div>
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At this point they decided that since I could not feel anything that they would put in an internal monitor so they could up my pitocin level to get things moving. The worlds most glorious nurse came in with two otter pops and let me enjoy some heaven on earth! </div>
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10-5- My contractions continued, we continued to watch Miles HR drop drastically with every contraction. multiple times they would start to lose his HR and they would have to quickly flip me to one side or the other to try and get his HR back up. Rather than relaxing I was worried, really worried. It didn't seem normal the amount of distress he was in. I kept praying that when she came to check me at 5 that I would be close to done so we could get him out of there. At about 4 it was just Riley, Shaunci and I in the room we were talking when suddenly we lost Miles HR almost completely. I watched the horror on Rileys face as he threw himself over me to reach the nurses button to push it. not a second later we had the nurse run into our room... This was NOT turning out to be the magical event I was hoping for. At this time I was put on oxygen (I don't remember what this was for)</div>
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5PM- Midwife came in to check me. We were hoping I would at least be at an 8. She checked me, double checked with the nurse what I had been at 10, and then looked at me grimly to inform me that in 7 hours, I had not progressed at all. Normally this would not be a problem, they would just let me labor it out. But our little guy was already not doing well, So she was getting worried. He was falling into distress more often and they were worried that the cord was wrapped around his neck. She ordered that they put a catheter into my uterus to refill it with liquid so that hopefully the cord wouldn't be so tight. She told me at this point she would have to turn me over to the OB's because if I didn't progress by 7PM I would need to do a C-Section, or Miles would be in trouble. I asked for ice chips, but was denied since they all thought I'd be going in for surgery in a short time.</div>
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8:45 pm- The doc came back in to check. I was 10cm and 100%... I was ready to push whenever! We started preparing to start the pushing process. My temp at this point was 101.0. They realized at this point that at some time during the day I had gotten an infection. I would need some tylenol before pushing. The nurse told me she was worried about giving it to me orally cause I would likely throw it up while pushing, and that she wanted to administer it the uhhhh other way. I quickly bartered with her that if she would allow me some ice chips that I would allow her to put tylenol where the sun don't shine. That ice was totally worth it. </div>
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9:05PM- I started pushing, I announced to the room that I was not doing this for more than an hour, and I fully intended on giving birth by 10:05. Pushing is tough, so tough that I made myself dry heave at one point. I probably would have thrown up had I had ANYTHING in my stomach! I pushed like a freaking champ. I didn't care if I crapped on the table, I was going to get that kid out of there! Because of my temperature I was told that he would have to be checked out by the pediatricians and if he had the infection he would have to be taken to the NICU right after birth.</div>
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10:16PM- Out popped my little cone headed alien child, cord snuggly around his neck. The cord was cut and he was walked to the other side of the room so they could check him out and make sure he was ok. </div>
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I was in shock. And not the "Oh my gosh I'm a mom and he's amazing" kind of shock. Nope this was the "My body just went through a trauma and I am trying to cope" kind of shock. My shivering continued. I knew that my baby was a few feet away, but honestly couldn't even think about him. I felt awful. something did not feel right. I heard from the other side of the room that he was 8'4 and my mom saying something about how he received a B on his apgar (I think he got 8 out of 10). I did not feel like a champion. I felt like I was laying on the mat with Muhammad Ali prancing above my head. They started on my stitches which took nearly an hour and a half</div>
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I asked Rye how long they had been waiting for me. The poor guy informed me that there was another really sick baby in the NICU so he was not able to accompany Miles. They sent him to my room to wait. That was at like 12. Miles showed up 5 minutes before I did... And Rye was not given an update on either of us that entire time. All he knew was that his wife was upstairs sick, and his son was down the hall being assessed. I would have lost my freaking mind if I was him!</div>
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Thursday Aug 30~ My appt at the midwives went well, They did my only cervical check of the pregnancy. I was dilated to nearly 2cm and 50% effaced. They did a sweep HOPING it would throw me into labor in the next 24 hours so that Riley would JUST be arriving in time for the birth. My midwife wanted to set Tuesday as an induction date ONLY because Rye would be home for such a short time she wanted to make sure he was here for it. My plan this entire pregnancy was to avoid being induced and to go all natural (no drugs or interventions). The first one kind of went out the window when I learned Riley would be able to come home for my due date. In my mind the worst thing would be for Rye to be here, and STILL miss the birth of his son. OR just be here for a day after. I wanted him to have as much bonding time as possible. So I made the decision along with the midwife that being induced would be a good plan for us. I was still determined to evict this child on my own and was going to do EVERYTHING in my power to get him out before they induced me!<br />
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Friday Aug 31~ I got up early, primped, did my hair and make up and anxiously awaited 9 am so I could drive over the the Honolulu airport and pick up my husband. I hadn't seen him in 12 weeks, and instantly we fell right back where we left off. This is one of my favorite things about our relationship, there is hardly an adjustment period when he returns. My mom arrived a few hours later, after picking her up we ran over to do packet pick up for one of the 2 races Riley was going to be running on his R&R. After a few more errands we headed back home to kind of relax for the remainder of the day. The eviction process would begin first thing in the morning!<br />
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Saturday Sept 1~ We started the day and weekend with a hike up to the Mokapu'u lighthouse. We went at a normal pace... ok maybe slightly slower than my normal pace, but still not super duper slow! We only stopped a handful of times for me to catch my breath, or breath through a contraction. My mom had never done this hike so it was nice to feel like I wasn't wasting her entire trip on baby stuff... I know if I went to Hawaii on Vaca I would want to do a few fun things! The rest of the day was pretty much spent relaxing since they were both still pretty jet lagged...<br />
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Sunday Sept 2nd~ This day started EARLY. We set alarms for 4AM and were out the door by 4:30. We arrived at the race location about 30 minutes prior to race time. Rye got his chip and lined up for the start. He had asked me a few weeks before he came back to go by him a new black running shirt, and with my Silhouette use the iron on transfer material and make him a Jaxon WILL Wynn shirt. Since as you all know, Jaxon is out of remission and back in the battle. The shirt turned out awesome... But Rye won't run in it again because I didn't get the right shirt material so this one causes nipple chafage (NO GOOD!) After the run we headed home, worked on some stuff around the house, and ended the day with a nice walk with Deezul down to the beach. My mom was still super jet lagged and ended up crashing on the couch at about 7-ish.<br />
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Monday Sept 3~DUE DATE!!! I was hoping and praying that Miles would make his debut. I wanted nothing more than to be interrupted in whatever we were doing by my water suddenly breaking (you know, movie style.) Rye and I woke up at 5 AM. The plan had been for him to go pick up his mom by himself, however after not seeing me for 12 weeks... He didn't want to leave me again (That is my explanation at least). When we got the text that his mom had landed we headed out to go get her. We picked her up and on the way back to the house we tried to get breakfast at like 5 places that weren't open either due to the time or the holiday.. So we settled for McDonalds(Lame RIGHT!) We got back to the house and all got ready for a day at North Shore. We piled in the car and drove the nice scenic route to North Shore. By the time we got up there it was lunch time. We found one of the many little shacks and grabbed some grub. The coconut macadamia nut shrimp was FANTASTIC! We ran into a family there that my mom noticed one of the daughters was wearing a Lehi High shirt, so she started a conversation. Most were from Lehi, the others were from St George (It's a small world I tell ya!) Now fed I was happy enough I could enjoy the beach. My mom and Rye went out snorkeling while Shellee and I fought the current with our rafts closer to shore. Sad to say there was NO BABY on this Labor day.<br />
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Tuesday Sept 4th~ Induction day! I was told to call the hospital at 7am and receive a time to come in and be induced. So naturally I woke up at like 5:30, took my straightener downstairs and curled my hair in the downstairs bathroom while chatting with my mom and staring at the clock. 7 rolled around and I called the hospital, I was told that I would have to wait until the afternoon and call back again. I was then asked a bunch of questions, upon my answering I was told I should come in to be checked out. So around 9 we headed over to the hospital just to be checked out and make sure that my water had not broken. We waited for a bit, were taken back, I was checked out and told I was Dilated to a good 2 and was now 80% effaced, but NOT leaking fluid. I was sent home with instructions from the midwife to call every 2 hours and see if they had a bed for me. At 7pm the nurse on call called me and asked if I wanted to be put on the middle of the night list JUST INCASE a bed became available. She told me it was highly unlikely as they were crazy busy, but that crazier things had happened. Of course! However Rye and I are very rational and knew that we would not be getting a call to go have a baby. We all went to bed after I apologized to everyone for wasting the entire day pretty much sitting on the couch WAITING for a call that never came. 8:30 we were asleep... At 11:45pm my phone rang.Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-44151798491382720222012-08-26T22:02:00.001-07:002012-08-26T22:02:22.084-07:00UNO!1 week left! That's it!!! I'm 39 weeks, woohoo!!!! I only have to hold on a few more days and then Rye will be able to be here for the debut of MR G. These past 2 weeks have been a lot of "Oh no is this it?!" So let's get on with it, here is the random list of stuff you probably don't care about, but It'll be nice for me to have it written down for later!<br />
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<li>Weight- I'm up 15 lbs from my original- yup I'm pretty awesome. This means I'm 25 up from my lowest (end of 1st tri because of sickness)</li>
<li>Swelling- As long as I'm not on my feet for hours and hours at a time, I really don't swell that much!</li>
<li>I get up between 2-6 times throughout the night for bathroom breaks. </li>
<li>Stretch marks- We're not going to talk about this. they are there. However the expensive stuff I have to prevent or minimize seem to be minimizing as much as possible :)</li>
<li>Contractions- I didn't realize that I would be having the super fun cramps that every girl is so familiar with... As far as real contractions... I get 1 or 2 a day at this point. Some days I do have an hour or so with more, but nothing serious.</li>
<li>Appetite- This is back with a vengeance since I was sick for so long I think my body felt cheated of the whole "eating for two" thing.</li>
<li>Exhaustion- I cannot go a day without a nap. On top of that I have to sit down and rest after about an hour of doing anything. </li>
<li>Nesting- Yup I fully believe in the powers of nesting. Usually late at night I get this burst of energy and urge to clean everything! </li>
<li>Deezul- is needy as ever! He has been so clingy it makes me worry that I'm about to go into labor at any moment. </li>
<li>Waddle- Yup, I waddle and I'll admit it! But I waddle worse when I have to pee really bad.. other than that I do ok.</li>
<li>Dreams- You should see what goes on in my mind during the night... Holy cow, it's pretty insane and messed up most nights! </li>
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<li>Deezul no longer hates my belly. He sees it as a nice shelf to lay his head on and stare at me to beg for food. </li>
<li>I've had MAYBE 1-2 contractions every few days (so nothing big there)</li>
<li>My feet are a little swollen, and are in DIRE need of a pedicure (that is coming soon!)</li>
<li>Even if the tub is full, my belly does not fit under the water at all.</li>
<li>My maternity shirts still cover my belly...... Sometimes.</li>
<li>The nursery is getting close to being done!</li>
<li>Morning sickness is gone (Here's to hoping it NEVER returns)</li>
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<li>I'm officially up 10 lbs from my starting weight, or 20lbs from my lowest weight (from morning sickness) PERFECT! I'm expecting to gain about 5 more, and I'm happy with this number!</li>
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Yesterday was one of those days when you have a bunch of errands to run and have to purchase a lot... and you feel like you were just out throwing money around. Not easy for me to do! however I now feel confident that I have almost everything I need for when Miles makes his debut. Rye's parents just ordered us the carseat we wanted last night so I just have to wait for that to show up, I ordered the crib yesterday. Since we are on an Island it will be here in 2-3 weeks. Which is totally fine since for the first few weeks he'll be in our room (ONLY until he is sleeping 4 hours at a time... that's the plan). My mom is making all the nursery bedding and the curtains (SO excited for that. My mom can sew!) We picked out the material when I was in Utah, and I kind of explained what I was thinking, showed her a few pictures and she ran with it. I can't wait to get that here so I can put up a gabillion pictures!<br />
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Have I said yet that I am grateful that it is August! So much happens this month. Including our 6th anniversary. Of course we will end this month with Rye getting to come home for a very short trip to see his favorite girl, and so we can welcome our little guy here together. He'll only be here for 2 weeks, then he will return to finish his deployment. But I am beyond grateful that they are allowing him to be here.<br />
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Well now that my sierra mist is nearly gone, I'm going to try and get another hour of sleep before getting up for the first day of preschool.Sav Gardinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284827164426178097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211022994477715321.post-64790819481372546012012-07-22T01:42:00.001-07:002012-07-22T01:42:29.542-07:00Bark Box Day!One of the girls at work was gifted this thing called a bark box... or I guess I should say Izzy(her adorable Pit Bull) was gifted it. As soon as I saw the post on her Facebook about getting it I had to look into it. About 10 minutes into checking out their website I had done the math and decided it was WELL worth the money to order this for Deezul. I have been TERRIFIED that Dee will be traumatized when he is not an only child, and is not as spoiled. I want to make the transition as easy as possible for him. I decided this was a good way to ensure that he still received lots of attention and love! Yes I understand that he is a dog... But if you know me, you know the attachment I have to Dee runs deep... He got me through multiple trainings with Rye gone, a deployment(working on #2) and infertility (including miscarrying). I honestly have such a deep love for him that I don't think many people could have with their dog. Just thinking about everything the 2 of us have gone through, makes me all teary eyed... I really just love him<br />
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His first one arrived super late in the month and I ended up having to contact them to make sure it was on it's way. They explained they were changing shipping carriers and assured me I would not have this issue again. They were right, on the 20th of each month (give or take a few days) a package arrives with Deezul's name on the box. I started by showing him the box, getting excited and telling him it was for him. Now I put the box on the ground, get all excited and say "Look what came for YOOUUUU!!!" and he flips the freak out! Today he started attacking the box trying to open it to see what was inside, I had to fight him to get it so I could open it for him.<br />
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This is Dee trying to figure out how best to get this open<br />
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One paw and teeth is the method he chose... I intervened after a few minutes!<br />
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Once I open it I let him sniff the whole box so he can get even more excited. He then sits (all on his own, without being told) and waits for me to choose a goodie from the box for him.<br />
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We went with the T-Bone steak toy. Now the ONLY problem I have with this toy (other than the fact that it's a squeaky toy and will cause me to possibly lose my mind... Is that stamped on it, is a Grade A meat seal(which I would be ok with) EXCEPT it says DogMeat.... awkward much?!<br />
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Dee Fell in love! He kept hitting it with his paw to make it squeak,<br />
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He'd then back up... "Talk" to it and POUNCE on it.<br />
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Here are the rest of his "goodies" He got a edible chew toy... It claimed to be hours of entertainment and chewing... Dee took it, ran upstairs and in 10 minutes there was NO trace of it... Guess he loved it :). There was a pack of poop bags(I was really hoping this box would include some!) A bag of treats (He REALLY loves the treats!) and some edible, Peach flavored non-popable bubbles. Now I was curious how Deezul would react to bubbles after pinterest told me that dogs love nothing more than bubbles. So earlier this week I actually purchased some JUST to place with Dee. He was NOT a fan. So I wasn't quite as excited about the bubbles. But he kinda came around when he realized they were flavored. He doesn't go crazy, he just waits for them to land and then slowly approaches one, and licks it up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I promise he eats! I know that this picture shows his ribs... but this dog just eats when he's hungry. Oh and we are still trying to re-fatten him up a few more pounds since his hunger strike when I boarded him to leave the Island.</td></tr>
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The Steak was hands down his favorite toy he has received from a bark box this far! The toy made from recycled firehose he got 2 boxes ago is probably a close second. He took the steak upstairs and played by himself for a good 45 minutes with it! since then It has gone to every room he moves to. In case you are wondering, I am lying in bed, with a Dee burrowed under the covers... with a plastic steak resting under his paw and chin.<br />
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Oh and by the way, totally not getting anything for this blog post. I have just had a BILLION people ask what the bark box is, and so I figured Why not do a Barkbox review!<br />
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So far the ONLY thing we have not been head over heels for was a shampoo that came last month.. Deezul (being a Shar Pei) has super sensitive skin, and the shampoo was not great for his skin. I thought I'd try it. But afterwards I decided that sticking with our Oatmeal shampoo from the vet is probably best for us :)<br />
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