tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082904604376101632024-02-19T01:59:08.869-06:00The Faulkenberry Family Family, food, work, & lots of randomness! Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-66162305214675121012016-09-28T16:19:00.000-05:002016-09-28T16:19:16.717-05:00Whats Up Wednesday<b>Here I am, back again... with great intentions of regular blogging. </b>
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<b>What I'm Eating: Currently, at this very moment, I'm not eating anything.. but as of late, I have really just been into whatever is easy..lots of eggs & taco salads to be honest haha!
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What I'm Reminiscing About: Hmm... this is a hard one, since I've started this workout program, I'm thinking back to the days when being thin wasn't hard, it was just there.
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What I'm Loving: I am loving this weather, its not been hotter than 85 degrees here in Arkansas, super cool in the mornings, the wind is blowing slightly all day- it's so nice-- I am just waiting for the leaves to change colors!
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What I've been up to: Like I said earlier, I have began a workout class here in our town, 5am during the week, at first it was super hard--getting up early, being so sore I could hardly do anything...but its definitely much better now, I am on round 2--getting up at 4:30am is really no big deal (especially for this girl whos in bed by 9pm at the latest!...don't judge)
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What I've been dreading: Nothing that I can think of really. Paying personal property taxes, that's a good one right?
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What I'm excited about: All the fall festivals that are coming up; pony rides, food, pumpkin patches.. fun stuff, especially for Avery! There is an old house a church here in town owns, and around October they always sell pumpkins-- we went last year, and every time we pass this old house Avery always says "that's the pumpkin store"
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What I'm working on: I have been in the mood to start actually decorating my house, so I'm working on that slowly, getting ideas and such. I have a theme in mind, but I'm just not a "decorator"-- I wish I knew someone that needed a house to work on, ya know like a sample job haha! Just come decorate mine and you can photograph everything for your portfolio or whatever.
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What I'm reading: I am currently reading "the power of a praying wife", our ladies class at church is about to begin the study on this book, so I've been reading through it again.
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A new door has opened, and I'm walking through the threshold. (I would like to be running or knocking the threshold down- but for right now, I'll just take my time and be patient). A job opening has come up at work- and I have decided to take it. This particular situation has come up before and the timing was not right for me, so I did not pursue it. However, everything has fallen into place & I know its the right time. Before, Avery's childcare situation would not have worked and it would be a struggle--but she has finally got in to the preschool here in town and then about two weeks into that I was offered this position, and I knew it was God's way of saying--here's your path, take the step! I am excited and nervous. It will definitely be stressful learning something new, but at the same time is going to relieve so much stress that I currently have.
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I know the transition will be just that, a transition. But for my own state of mind, my own happiness, and for the sake of those that are around me- this is going to help, I just know it! I will be sad to leave those whom I work with everyday- but I will still be working for the City- just in a different capacity, and in a different building!! Whoohoo!! It's a brand new building- that's exciting to me. haha!
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I'm learning slowly not to be afraid of change- yes, it can be bad and frightening, but I know it can also be GOOD! So don't be passive and just stay put because that's what everyone else wants you to do... Go for what YOU want- what's best for you and your family. Every "work" position is replaceable, don't forget that. People will say "you can't leave- no one can do what you do everyday".... there is always someone, somewhere that can do your job, that has done your job, and will do your job in the future- so don't stay because of guilt- b/c the guilt will eventually eat you alive. That's for sure!
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Wish me luck- I'm counting down the days!
Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-86714614760394130702016-05-05T13:02:00.000-05:002016-05-05T13:02:26.418-05:00My Current Relationship<b>I've decided to do a little writing challenge, and the first topic is "your current relationship". </b><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">If you don't already know I'm married. David and I have been together since 2005 and got married in September of 2009. </b><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydDYwaUVd3s1u7_SZiRZdhBZ_QBnXkdo-fOThu19QlcimHmr4K9ZgroQo4e8jRvVI7Sy8UurF2XxloqewDGlPINKfMKkzwlBH1bpKBFLuL9hGJ1Ox189FsTAG5djtBQTpygYO52aGwdU/s640/blogger-image--552600482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydDYwaUVd3s1u7_SZiRZdhBZ_QBnXkdo-fOThu19QlcimHmr4K9ZgroQo4e8jRvVI7Sy8UurF2XxloqewDGlPINKfMKkzwlBH1bpKBFLuL9hGJ1Ox189FsTAG5djtBQTpygYO52aGwdU/s640/blogger-image--552600482.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsQw-CnLKDZ_zBGxhUhWpRMv78zJsGytYqKYxuTDmiD4gYSetc2LbGXgzSb6Oe8wUwkYRDPbgIXuYXKCtSwnMctNnhqJ9U13OW3lmcQ_bj0H1ZRLMwUfaTpeLLROJQ6wRD0S-bfMMS8U/s640/blogger-image--1667593349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsQw-CnLKDZ_zBGxhUhWpRMv78zJsGytYqKYxuTDmiD4gYSetc2LbGXgzSb6Oe8wUwkYRDPbgIXuYXKCtSwnMctNnhqJ9U13OW3lmcQ_bj0H1ZRLMwUfaTpeLLROJQ6wRD0S-bfMMS8U/s640/blogger-image--1667593349.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIn94IrfvRGpmzxH5LNf5TTzjjGwFCaRrIgx4fpW00JwiOuXzIM7tOEsyiLGayxP7cW_VWhKJ1owdzQoMlPNRvDcIsm8u2WIsD8vn6DBVCX5K7iA9muUD1vuznbC7PmpM_MGgR9wxu5I/s640/blogger-image--1951734479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIn94IrfvRGpmzxH5LNf5TTzjjGwFCaRrIgx4fpW00JwiOuXzIM7tOEsyiLGayxP7cW_VWhKJ1owdzQoMlPNRvDcIsm8u2WIsD8vn6DBVCX5K7iA9muUD1vuznbC7PmpM_MGgR9wxu5I/s640/blogger-image--1951734479.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When I first met David, his age initially scared me, he is 8 years older than me.. But that finally wore off. Age is truly only a number. But when your 19 and he's 27 it seems a little out of reach but truly it just depends on the two individuals in the relationship. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were married 4 years before we had a little one come in the picture, and I think it's smart to spend some time before jumping in to the parenting boat (but honestly, to each it's own- I'm not judging either way!) When I first thought about marriage and kids I wanted to be married and be done having kids by the time I was 24! So looking back that thought process was just silly! Just take your time and do what works!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">David is a great guy- I love that he is a guy's guy- he's tough, works hard, can fix stuff, doesn't mind to get outside and get dirty... He loves to take his shirt off and wash his truck or mow the yard, and I love to watch him, haha-- for real tho! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgudQEVyW4yfX7oOU2ncw4C1CE4kKNVoihDooRsMri-iI11cqznhKsglNsgnUCTBaBAEoOLTQmRCSWbq5Tia2zPm00-3w_ioYuE8hps5GnpTtmGCSVD9ls6XVJhogKc6nm9b2YmnwZDnhM/s640/blogger-image--1363764314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgudQEVyW4yfX7oOU2ncw4C1CE4kKNVoihDooRsMri-iI11cqznhKsglNsgnUCTBaBAEoOLTQmRCSWbq5Tia2zPm00-3w_ioYuE8hps5GnpTtmGCSVD9ls6XVJhogKc6nm9b2YmnwZDnhM/s640/blogger-image--1363764314.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSnoWifrVVyO2kRaKe1f9b9wneBuuJ1_N6BRsQskYIHonHehufPE-LuTjFOLbq4mq2QeJmZnPtdkGOaLo0bbvXygOYqnOBWI1-IJfXdMG2D-c6v5hM03H5NUmBjw87TeUcl0q49qi2xA/s640/blogger-image--178362965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSnoWifrVVyO2kRaKe1f9b9wneBuuJ1_N6BRsQskYIHonHehufPE-LuTjFOLbq4mq2QeJmZnPtdkGOaLo0bbvXygOYqnOBWI1-IJfXdMG2D-c6v5hM03H5NUmBjw87TeUcl0q49qi2xA/s640/blogger-image--178362965.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></b></div>
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Don't get me wrong, our marriage has not all been kisses and butterflies- it can get rough, just like anyone else's. But, I'm so glad that we've stuck together and figured out the hard stuff. David is my best friend and some days I still think, it's so weird that we are married--even though we've been married for almost 7 years now- some days its just so surreal. I love being married, even through all the hard seasons, I love coming home to my husband, I love cooking and taking care of the house (even when I feel like "I don't want to clean this house one more time")being a wife and a mom. Some days I don't always remember that- but I'm working on it. Anyhow, my current relationship is that I'm taken, and I'm grateful for that! Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-36088417119071021722016-05-02T09:18:00.000-05:002016-05-02T09:18:16.524-05:00Reading makes me feel smart! ha! <b>I love to read-- I have books upon books stacked in my closet, which I never re-read, so I've been trying my best to pass them along to others, to spread the enjoyment right?
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Anyhow, some years I get really into reading and will easily read 5 or 6 books- other times, just one or two, it honestly just depends on my mood and how good the book is! A few months back I read a review on Sophie Hudson and it seemed like she was my kinda author! I posted a while back about "A little salty to cut the sweet", which was SO good, I literally laughed until I cried, and finished the entire book in just a few short days, its that good ya'll!!
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So, I couldn't wait until I could get my hands on the next book, "Home Is Where My People Are". So I visited the ole trusty Amazon and found a used book for only $1.90!!! Score!! And let me say, I am super picky about my books, I like them in pristine condition, no bending of the pages and that sort of thing- and I knew a used book would definitely have some wear, but it was actually in pretty good shape! And for $1.90 I mean COME ON!!
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I laughed, I cried, I learned a lot about Jesus- this is just an all around GREAT book. It only took me a few days to read it, its good, for real! So if your looking for a good, clean author, Sophie Hudson is a fabulous one for sure! </b>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-50143875109378239522016-04-25T11:00:00.000-05:002016-04-25T11:00:50.177-05:00Monday Mornings<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Monday's... Ya gotta love them right? Not so much. I try to just think of it as another day- so I get over it quicker. Usually Sunday nights I make sure all our laundry is ready for the week-- get all of Avery's snacks packed up and juice ready. <div>The more I get ready the easier my morning goes-- and trust me, I need all I can get! </div><div>I've had the discussion with my husband that it's best if we don't have any "real" conversations in the morning b/c I tend to take things the wrong way and get upset. Maybe I should start drinking coffee, wonder if that would make me start each day with a better attitude lol. </div><div>Some days Avery is a bear in the mornings (like her momma) but some days she's happy and ready to get going. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_kcSVOzrIatP86UN21zm3myB3VrVys1g8zmX07D4lZv2V1lwI6TeeGO4_gf9Zl97-Z1Baj3LSwyBof6JsMujEI1xk9A1C-gWDicCX882epf7VbQIyqDwkIHv0hF4OUT98A-swIBMU_E/s640/blogger-image-2033215198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_kcSVOzrIatP86UN21zm3myB3VrVys1g8zmX07D4lZv2V1lwI6TeeGO4_gf9Zl97-Z1Baj3LSwyBof6JsMujEI1xk9A1C-gWDicCX882epf7VbQIyqDwkIHv0hF4OUT98A-swIBMU_E/s640/blogger-image-2033215198.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A little hopscotch to start the day- I should've went out and did it too!! Haha! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9sWcrNTMYUdjxlsGUfD8StKzi92393PR9KZopnh_U6wxleWDwZB8uJ1PZvJnHb_5wGu-K_-Q0XuIOEVNUdPcNfhFzxr0aZiJVdoQ8rv_ZdPfIC5eSIJGKD6CE0sw1jmrorASHW49kBY/s640/blogger-image--1277953461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9sWcrNTMYUdjxlsGUfD8StKzi92393PR9KZopnh_U6wxleWDwZB8uJ1PZvJnHb_5wGu-K_-Q0XuIOEVNUdPcNfhFzxr0aZiJVdoQ8rv_ZdPfIC5eSIJGKD6CE0sw1jmrorASHW49kBY/s640/blogger-image--1277953461.jpg"></a></div>To have the energy of a 2 year old- I long for it once in a while, but good grief I don't think I could keep up for too long. But, Avery still gets a nap every day- I could certainly handle that!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypjk1AqeR-Z8bYJnFBzWUyrl1rLAs3bdpKJLL7tBBFI2Q65XydJMILVtq3PuGLmdmCwEBJ8YMlBfeisZ6gV8st2s_d9UoPYYF2dx60xIV2M4Bapl0ueaLzbRgp_Ld8ldR0KVpMDDjdec/s640/blogger-image--1064579941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypjk1AqeR-Z8bYJnFBzWUyrl1rLAs3bdpKJLL7tBBFI2Q65XydJMILVtq3PuGLmdmCwEBJ8YMlBfeisZ6gV8st2s_d9UoPYYF2dx60xIV2M4Bapl0ueaLzbRgp_Ld8ldR0KVpMDDjdec/s640/blogger-image--1064579941.jpg"></a></div>Tuesday will be here soon and we will start all over again. Happy Monday!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-90640597520381770982016-02-23T14:47:00.000-06:002016-02-23T14:47:03.071-06:00Four Things <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYd9IYtDb9Eq_5t081xS3TIDWPFOMx5svygpqbYN8ZiQrD1LjtSUAaTZ3eC8rjFS3WPiYGvDQx2YB8PuT0zqzPOUre0vMRjtwZr3bJ5hYGYYR6ML1bmrzfQikA33o4CUGJUF7YMJ2RDM/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYd9IYtDb9Eq_5t081xS3TIDWPFOMx5svygpqbYN8ZiQrD1LjtSUAaTZ3eC8rjFS3WPiYGvDQx2YB8PuT0zqzPOUre0vMRjtwZr3bJ5hYGYYR6ML1bmrzfQikA33o4CUGJUF7YMJ2RDM/s320/4.png" /></a></div>
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This post is random, but I enjoy that sort of thing! This will just let you know a little bit of information about myself, whether you care or not is up to you! ha!
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<b> 4 Names that I am called on a regular basis</b>
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Kristin
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Momma
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Momma Bear
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Missy
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<b>4 Jobs I've Had</b>
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Walmart
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Farmers Bank
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City of Greenwood
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<b>4 Places I've Lived</b>
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Arkansas-- the only place I've lived
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<b>4 Places I've Visited</b>
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Texas
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Georgia
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Alabama
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Florida
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Panera Bread- Steak & Cheddar Panini or Caesar Salad
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Chik-fil-a, anything from there really!
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Cheeseburgers--I love Braums, its simple and delicious
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Lasagna!
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Broccoli- I will eat it in small quantities, but I don't enjoy it
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Turkey Bacon- the real stuff is much better!
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Milk- tastes like dirty creamy water to me, I will use it in my cereal, but I do NOT drink milk from a glass..yuck!
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The Pioneer Woman
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Cook's Country/America's Test Kitchen
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Fixer Upper
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Teen Mom (gotta throw a little drama in there)
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<b>4 Authors I'd Recommend </b>
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Sophie Hudson
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Cecilia Ahern
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Andrea Israel
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Cookbooks- variety of authors, I LOVE to read cookbooks, for real!
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Making new memories with David & Avery
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My sister is having her 2nd baby
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Making a stand for myself (this is a constant struggle that I am working on)
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Doing a major overall on my house (decorate, purge, clean, etc.)
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I continue to hold on, and just get down on my hands and knees and pray for guidance, protection, healing. I am in constant, non stop prayer I feel like--even though I may not say "amen" at the end, its just an open on-going conservation with God- I'm not sure when it will be finished, but God knows.
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I just have to press on, trust and know that HE has got this, HE always does and always will. I am going to make it. No matter the outcome, the circumstances, the hurt that may follow- I will make it. Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-11080241390215725052016-01-13T15:59:00.000-06:002016-01-13T15:59:08.751-06:00My Favorite 2 Year OldMy Two year old is very funny, clever, smart, mischievous, silly & many other adjectives!! I thought I would do a little post about her in this stage of her life. Being two sometimes is very difficult, but its also very fun.
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1. Avery's favorite food is still spaghetti. She could most definitely eat it every single night over and over again. When I ask what she would like for dinner, its always "sketti"! Here's a pick from 2014 Christmas and she still loves it just as much now and she did then!
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2. Avery's favorite drink is those Dole Pineapple/Orange Juices that come in a can--we recently just started buying those and of course she loves them, I think mostly because the cans are just her size- her and daddy fight over those b/c they both like them so much! She calls them "those can things".
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3. Instead of saying "Chips"--she has always said "Pips". And "cupcakes" are "tuptakes". I can't even begin to type out how she says "twizzlers"...its in such a way that only her own momma could understand!
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4. She loves to tell us that we are either the #1 or #2 Boss--it changes frequently, and most certainly depends on who's around. I think most of the time Momma is #1 Boss and Daddy is #2, but she loves to play that game with us! We have tried to stray away from her saying who she loves the most or who's the best parent, and so the #1 and #2 Boss thing I think is a safe "game" to play so to speak.
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5.She is currently in a "Charlie Brown phase". She loves it! I will ask her, do you want to watch Charlie Brown? And her response every time is, "I call it Lucy, you call it Charlie Brown"-- and let me tell you Lucy is really "wooosey" lol. She watches it over and over! Her favorite is the "punkin one", she really means The Great Pumpkin Patch..ha! The only bad thing is she says "stupid beagle", just like Lucy-- gotta get her to quit that!
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6. We all call each other Daddy Bear, Momma Bear, Baby Bear & even the dog has his own name... bossy bear! lol She loves that dog, even when he doesn't love her back. The other morning we were discussing how the dog had gotten sick and I said he may need to go to the vet--Avery was super concerned and needed to pet him at that very moment! She just kept repeating "I need to pet him", like she had never loved on him before. I told David, that's going to be a hard time when his dog years come to an end. He has been there before she was born and always been a great protector over her and most certainly has taken all her love even when he doesn't want to!
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7. She loves to have Group Hugs--if David is hugging me and she's in the room, she will announce "group hug" and come running over. Its all very sweet until they get crazy and start licking my face..yuck!! Her daddy taught her that- argh!
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And then you get to work, and its super busy and stressful-but guess what? I made it through, and now its Tuesday! Hip Hip Hooray!!
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My church is putting on a Women's bible study & I have decided to join. I am excited and nervous, but I know I need to get out there and get involved and that will help me in more ways than one! We are doing the study "Anointed, Transformed & Redeemed" by Priscilla Shirer, Beth Moore & Kay Arthur. I have previously done the Esther study by Beth Moore and I really enjoyed it!
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In "avery" news.. she is such a character, I tell you what.. She comes up with new stuff all the time. We are just past Christmas and she cannot understand where the Christmas lights have gone and why people took them down- she loves them! Also, my mom got her a babydoll playpen-which she loves to let her babies nap in, however one day I went in her room to check on her and didn't see her- what do you know, she had climbed in the playpen herself and was having a good ole time- she now does this daily. Silly kid.
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Recipes are coming in my next post!! I am working on perfecting my lasagna recipe! It is gonna be great!! Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-89166566804611789752015-11-30T16:02:00.000-06:002015-11-30T16:02:04.172-06:00Changes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVmyv2HJCqxGVDSIie8bHFkGzjOD389aoDM221xtEtq08K_8joxZfNBzrWgMIKOMSqWHa9ucHf5mRZi-dP1hCY3zB-3EnRoeI9tDfRHanHaT-CH9T1eu55YeGYU0___P_FOJAY11to44/s1600/0a82b80b68d9aa403d2be04a7c66dadc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVmyv2HJCqxGVDSIie8bHFkGzjOD389aoDM221xtEtq08K_8joxZfNBzrWgMIKOMSqWHa9ucHf5mRZi-dP1hCY3zB-3EnRoeI9tDfRHanHaT-CH9T1eu55YeGYU0___P_FOJAY11to44/s320/0a82b80b68d9aa403d2be04a7c66dadc.jpg" /></a></div>
Being an adult, a wife, a mother somehow gives you a different aspect of life. An aspect that makes you realize how harsh life can truly be, how people that you thought were truly connected in your life can somehow just "stop". We all have our own busy, stressful lives- it becomes more difficult as you have children, I know that to be true. Its just sad and it stinks. Social Media does NOT help. Many days I just want to delete it all, stay away from my phone- try to connect how we used to. But then again, how will my in-laws and long distance family keep up with how much Avery is doing these days--how will anyone know what I'm cooking for dinner (ha!)- I know I need to find a balance, so my head is not just spinning with all the drama. I just need to be thankful for those people closest to me- I need to focus on God, my husband, my child, my family, and my friends-- without allowing silly things to fog my view. Anyhow, I'm letting go of all the burdens of this situation and just letting the pieces fall where they may-b/c at the end of the day, I certainly tried, I will continue to pray for peace and patience. Being a grown up is tough work, but I know I can do it!
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By the way, I'm making stuffed bell peppers for dinner!! :) Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-15234600493600147402015-10-13T13:03:00.000-05:002015-10-13T13:03:34.466-05:00Praying for my Spouse <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNe91g1Us7JLLgTHjwQRpHbSJqwAsPWcnZxbbMv2BwH_h7yJJeJb2BBWmZbs5FYOBVh74qFYI1avhALGnZC6lfIKvj0_8U_Rp3GIAD5grSfz56D0jNL5DuW7RWkx0-neSByvhKX1VwzkA/s1600/5c04a317a7ed6a5b1f048e65e942e9a9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNe91g1Us7JLLgTHjwQRpHbSJqwAsPWcnZxbbMv2BwH_h7yJJeJb2BBWmZbs5FYOBVh74qFYI1avhALGnZC6lfIKvj0_8U_Rp3GIAD5grSfz56D0jNL5DuW7RWkx0-neSByvhKX1VwzkA/s320/5c04a317a7ed6a5b1f048e65e942e9a9.jpg" /></a></div>
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Every single day, I pray for my spouse. When I feel like there is NO ONE in my life that I can share my heart and share my struggles with, when it comes to my own personal issues- I know that I can pray about it, I know that I am not in control of my husbands life, but I do know who is.
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Marriage can be rough, it can be wonderful, it can put you on edge, it can make you feel joyous...so many emotions all the time. I read blogs, see pictures on Instagram--and often feel jealousy, thinking and wishing that was my life, and how I wish my marriage was perfect or just better for that matter. But when I really truly think about it, a picture is just that, a picture. That couple/family could have been arguing just 5 minutes before, they could be going through a super rough patch in their relationship, a picture is just a picture. And honestly, I have to remind myself of that. Others could see my pictures and be imagining the same thing- how is her life so great? Yet, we really never know the details of each image we see, or why in the world a spouse is saying "I love you" so many times on facebook. Is it all a façade? or is it real?
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I think what I'm getting at is that, I need to focus on my own relationship, instead of wondering and wishing to know about someone else's. I need to put that devotion into praying and supporting my spouse and asking him to do the same for me. Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-82240556322260233472015-10-07T15:54:00.000-05:002015-10-07T15:54:13.602-05:00My First Job<b>My first job--Child labor job was working with my dad. He has his own tile business, and when we were old enough, we were just special enough to get the awesome job title of "gopher". At first, I honestly did not understand what that meant--remember, I was young. Then, I quickly learned it meant "go for this and go for that". However, the good thing about working with dad is that you got to spend a lot of time with him, I am a daddy's girl, so it really did mean a lot to me, and he DID pay us! Ceramic Tile work is HARD work.. bags of heavy grout, big boxes of tile, buckets of water filled to the brim-- man, it wasn't for sissies.
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<b>Now, my first real "legit" job, as in 16 years old, taxes are being deducted, fun adult stuff, was at Wal-Mart. Whoop whoop. Now granted, when you are young, you really just care about the money your making- and also when your friends don't have jobs, you think life is unfair, but I honestly wouldn't take it back. My co-workers began some of my great friends and my dad making us kids get a job as soon as we were of age was a great life skill to learn early in life. And let me tell you, I held the title of highest IPH (items per hour) ever! No kidding, I was the first 4 Star Cashier for the walmart that opened in our town and I was a great sacker too... (which still irks me when I go to walmart, and the cashier can't sack worth a flip, its NOT that hard-come on!) sorry, I have to vent about that.. and in all reality, I put my food/items on the belt as they should be packed together, and sometimes they STILL manage to mess it up. Good grief!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6I9mJkFdl6xG1mFL2q4prQIhmtlSHiqVv9WSg-8QuM2G_I5np-ZwXJsaT3E5jFU7yIcvOY-KuQVTIRMRVGNr_x5_tM8sof2SOaYLgo1OZ9QIIXqTEMdvWTuRgSMGWzOL3w4iUsvCGP4/s1600/1919655_10152235070465723_2571333173019052387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6I9mJkFdl6xG1mFL2q4prQIhmtlSHiqVv9WSg-8QuM2G_I5np-ZwXJsaT3E5jFU7yIcvOY-KuQVTIRMRVGNr_x5_tM8sof2SOaYLgo1OZ9QIIXqTEMdvWTuRgSMGWzOL3w4iUsvCGP4/s320/1919655_10152235070465723_2571333173019052387_n.jpg" /></a></div>
This picture is actually after I had worked there a while a was promoted to Customer Service Manager--so I got to switch from the blue vest to the red one, and then of course work a lot more... oh well, it was fun! I remember those days well, I could stay up til 2 in the morning, no problem.. Now, it literally makes me sick to stay up like that--to be young again! ha! </b>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-70418214596478776782015-09-03T09:03:00.000-05:002015-09-03T09:03:08.235-05:00Stuffed bell peppers!Here's one of our favorites.. Stuffed bell peppers! <div>Here's the list of ingredients.</div><div>1 onion </div><div>1lb ground beef</div><div>2 bell peppers (for 2 adults) </div><div>Can of rotel</div><div>Can of enchilada sauce</div><div>Taco seasoning</div><div>Salt & pepper </div><div>Garlic salt-optional</div><div>Shredded cheese</div><div>1 cup of rice (I use instant white b/c it's fast and convenient) </div><div><br></div><div>Preheat oven to 400 degrees. </div><div>Dice the onion. And then place in skillet over medium heat with about 2 tsp of olive oil. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiaFRZmgkoxF8pgFjMpi72dmcY1hpALk6ujTpixzNhwXJ5o7PmzE_zPgft00_1krj_Q_hSVDkEN7xuEy9SHp5OX2nShUKnDkTui4yT1naMoBnNlubZGF1AqxtmTPXyCCG8AkGZRuCY1Iw/s640/blogger-image--1349002789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiaFRZmgkoxF8pgFjMpi72dmcY1hpALk6ujTpixzNhwXJ5o7PmzE_zPgft00_1krj_Q_hSVDkEN7xuEy9SHp5OX2nShUKnDkTui4yT1naMoBnNlubZGF1AqxtmTPXyCCG8AkGZRuCY1Iw/s640/blogger-image--1349002789.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8mbHDraETSh9L8UOvfaLpw7sE1wyrowPr9HY7EUL5eBPYdRAkhafKE9f7NmQFsygoQ8CmoxupGoiqJrU_5D-OrCybWAgUhQGtKrAbvT8VuJHtE3llMnW5MIwpbowLXLL9LP5yn28NonA/s640/blogger-image-1588940774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8mbHDraETSh9L8UOvfaLpw7sE1wyrowPr9HY7EUL5eBPYdRAkhafKE9f7NmQFsygoQ8CmoxupGoiqJrU_5D-OrCybWAgUhQGtKrAbvT8VuJHtE3llMnW5MIwpbowLXLL9LP5yn28NonA/s640/blogger-image-1588940774.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next, prepare your bell peppers.. Cut off the top and remove the seeds and ribs. Don't throw away the tops though, dice them up and throw in the skillet with your onions! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JoXpW6kn-wm_Ny1kTlJXHK4ztBM7wAuio4zDi6U9UkHZoFWPvWfxThYkCAmMIKJrzCZs7tXX3zhyFGoP2uWUGMgM_DRyfoYJMGlzDpGnoPS4ldnQMsDuSVI-D_45EEn1AJWYWghgy3Y/s640/blogger-image-140908570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JoXpW6kn-wm_Ny1kTlJXHK4ztBM7wAuio4zDi6U9UkHZoFWPvWfxThYkCAmMIKJrzCZs7tXX3zhyFGoP2uWUGMgM_DRyfoYJMGlzDpGnoPS4ldnQMsDuSVI-D_45EEn1AJWYWghgy3Y/s640/blogger-image-140908570.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfCQNXpNvbtFazMMowc340ngc_U04tTmEhWbGSXe0JfLr-ri8v3lwzkUHAh9KnAIi59Y3cp6WM8FDhU4TaDd5cogl23-xUennDoN6ve_ndm5LxVNg_f2IJsj10I_gK3t0Nay9rGEzPPo/s640/blogger-image-2093240259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfCQNXpNvbtFazMMowc340ngc_U04tTmEhWbGSXe0JfLr-ri8v3lwzkUHAh9KnAIi59Y3cp6WM8FDhU4TaDd5cogl23-xUennDoN6ve_ndm5LxVNg_f2IJsj10I_gK3t0Nay9rGEzPPo/s640/blogger-image-2093240259.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Place your bell peppers in a small dish and put about 1/4 cup of water in the bottom of the dish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXTt5iiYlFsNyBy6tGpYbsNuvIU5Yp44utA71txB8EB8hH5XpyI2ky25k15Gk5efnuap-Y13_MB7wmrWdcSDk79h4M2b7cpK_Swsys9I2H2cw4goA2UC2kpCeM_07OBa-ZRv5TVkRRhs/s640/blogger-image--2123105069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXTt5iiYlFsNyBy6tGpYbsNuvIU5Yp44utA71txB8EB8hH5XpyI2ky25k15Gk5efnuap-Y13_MB7wmrWdcSDk79h4M2b7cpK_Swsys9I2H2cw4goA2UC2kpCeM_07OBa-ZRv5TVkRRhs/s640/blogger-image--2123105069.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Throw the bell peppers in the oven while you finish cooking up the filling! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Add the ground beef to the onion/pepper mix and season with salt and pepper. Once the meat has browned, drain and then return to pan. Add in taco seasoning, about 2 tablespoons (more or less to your liking). 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Once ready, combine meat mixture with the rice.. 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There will be tons of the filling left over, which is good over chips, inside a tortilla or just by itself! Even my 2 year old will eat the filling, just top with a little bit of cheese and your ready to go! </div><br></div>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-13564883018578026042015-05-27T14:24:00.002-05:002015-05-27T14:24:49.502-05:00Unusual/Random Mom Tips These are my unusual ideas/thoughts that maybe will help other moms along the way..
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- Going to the grocery store with your little one? (let me also advise, that I strongly discourage this until they are a bit older, when they are still small enough to stay in the car seat the whole time, that's not bad..but toddler age, it can be more of a job chasing them around) Anyhow, if you MUST go with your toddler, park next to a cart corral. One you get your groceries and get out to the car, its sooo much easier if you can put the groceries up, put the baby in their seat, and then just park your cart right where it belongs-no worries! Otherwise, are you gonna run half way down the parking lot with your child unattended in the car, or if its raining you can't lug them everywhere- and PLEASE put your cart away.. do not park it in front your car or someone else's car!
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-Always carry tissues & wipes. In your purse, in their bag, in the car, stroller..everywhere. You will need them and you will use them! And wipes are even good for a dust wipe down in the car as well..haha.
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-Do NOT cut your hair off post baby. Leave it long enough to at least go up in a ponytail. No hairdresser should allow a woman to cut all their hair off right after having a baby. Avery was born in June, it was hot, I cut my hair off... BAD decision! You will probably think, short hair will be easier... nope, wrong!!
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-Your hormones will be a little messy after you get home from the hospital. (they will be a little hairy at the hospital too) Its ok, just cry it out. Take a shower, stay hydrated and fueled up--food and water. You are doing just fine! I cried a lot when I first came home, I thought I was hurting everyones feelings and thought everyone was mad at me--when really I was just overthinking and emotional. Make sure you rest as much as possible in the first few days at home as well! You will need it. Don't try to do everything, the dishes/cleaning all that jazz will wait!
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-Infant months.. Diaper blowout? I swear Avery would have a blowout all the time at 2 am, I was trying to pump and feed her simultaneously- she would be bouncing in her chair with a blanket and blowout time would happen! yuck! One middle of the night episode, it was a blowout UP the front instead of the usual up the back. So its 2 am, I don't want to wake up David b/c he was already back to work- I was scared to death that it would get all in her face, she was crying, I was sweating, only option that came to mind was scissors! So I cut that onesie right off! She had about 100 more onesies..it was ok! Then I gave her a bath, fresh onesie.. good to go! Ha! Moments like this you will never forget.
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-Gas drops (infants) Use VERY little if you MUST. My husband was always the first to run for the gas drops, I always thought they tore her stomach up and she would blowout her diaper every time!! Bicycling the legs always did the trick for me, we would sit out on the front porch and sing "row row row your boat" and bicycle those legs, she loved it and it always helped!
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-Orajel-Get some! I prefer the Hyland Brand from walgreens-its clear and more like liquid, unlike orajel which can be colored and jelly like. Just trial and error, some swear by teething tablets. Just be careful though when they get a mouth full of teeth, Avery's bites me and thinks its hilarious. It HURTS!!! Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-67213289258493717882015-05-19T12:57:00.000-05:002015-05-19T12:57:29.148-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApwXaiL4BXxrnMJn1Ot5yrip3zB9l37J0j2DBxJZkRsuf6eJUHdbGAqTPeeGwmfPEEe1UIn7lVd2QV7TvqgD_OWrvohT2SVVW4a27-jjQViVvV5I67uSDd1bMdj7mF4arAxwRkdraBM0/s1600/IMG_3468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApwXaiL4BXxrnMJn1Ot5yrip3zB9l37J0j2DBxJZkRsuf6eJUHdbGAqTPeeGwmfPEEe1UIn7lVd2QV7TvqgD_OWrvohT2SVVW4a27-jjQViVvV5I67uSDd1bMdj7mF4arAxwRkdraBM0/s1600/IMG_3468.JPG" /></a></div>
Here are some of my "Momfessionals"... Yes, I realize I have only been a mom for a short period of time, 2 years, but I'm a mom no matter what the time length may be.
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<b>1.</b> I don't like chocolate or sweets, and I do NOT like giving them to Avery. I have tried to be relaxed about it, but I do not like it one bit! For example, the other night I was in the bedroom folding laundry, and I could hear David telling Avery "no, hold it down here, don't touch it, its sticky", my first reaction is, she's eating a popsicle..no big deal, those are ok... I walk in to find this
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Eww!! Don't get me wrong, I do NOT want Avery to be picky like I am.. but I just do NOT like candy. AND to top it off, it was bath time after this sucker episode and she walks in the bathroom with GUM in her mouth-they were eating a blow pop.. GAG!! I told her to give that to her daddy, and I must have scared her because she immediately started crying and ran in there to her daddy.. oops!
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<b>3. </b> Over packing. I definitely am an over packing mom. I'm sure the teachers at Avery's school think I'm sending enough food and drinks for two kids instead of just one, but I just don't want her to be without. I think I'm doing better, but its better to be prepared than not. Just packing for an ordinary trip to go shopping, I'm pretty bad about too. I always carry at least 8 diapers, an entire bag of wipes, and 2 extra outfits. Plus I always have an extra set of shoes and socks, and a box of wipes in the car at all times. I do not have an infant anymore, but I ran out of diapers ONE time and I will never let that happen again. I was attempting to switch formula one time, and that wasn't going so well for Avery's belly- I changed that girls diaper 4 times in a matter of an hour, and then I was out--we went straight home, and I have never ran out of diapers again! Live & learn. ha!
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<b>4.</b> I hate to admit this, but I sometimes tell Avery things are "broken" when I don't want her to play with them, or get something out. She will eventually catch on, as of right now she will say "Daddy fix it?". Yep, Daddy's gotta fix it!
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<b>5. </b> Diapers.. I hate changing diapers! It feels like you change one, 5 minutes later, ya gotta change it again. Not to mention, when they think its funny to roll around on the changing pad- putting their hands everywhere, demanding powder.. good grief! Use the potty already! haha! We are trying the potty out from time to time.. not rushing. But oh my! And plus, diapers are soo expensive, I just bought some and I think I'm about out again.. goodness! Joy! I am glad that I finally got her off the bottle- before she turns 2! That situation in itself gave me PURE anxiety!! Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-39275664093999157582015-04-27T11:21:00.000-05:002015-04-27T11:21:29.048-05:00Pretty Weekend.. This weekend was pretty low key. The weather was warm, so we took advantage. Avery loves to be outside, we often have to listen to 15 minutes of crying when we DRAG her in. She's so funny, she will run and run.. which by the way, scares me to death! She is not a good runner, often running sideways until she falls. I am constantly hollering at her to walk, I know I need to let loose, but I just don't want her to get hurt!
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<br> Daddy got her a new swing, and installed it this weekend. She loved it! I set down on the swing next to her and then David got on the other one, which just about scared her to death. The entire swingset was rocking, it scared me too!
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We moved to the front yard for some shade relief. Avery is super light skinned (yes, we applied sunscreen before going out) but I like to be super cautious when it comes to the sun! So we took her slide, picnic table and car out under the tree. She slid down the slide 50 times probably. Too funny! Ready, set, go is what she kept repeating!
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I would have to say I felt the most beautiful when I was pregnant with Avery. That may seem odd, and I certainly didn't feel beautiful at the time, but when I look back on it, that's when I felt beautiful. I felt as though my husband adored me more, he was more affectionate and attentive to me when I was carrying our child. I may have been very sick, swollen, in pain, and just down right uncomfortable most of the time.. but what a wonderful, beautiful, miraculous blessing it was to carry a child in my womb.
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I feel at times that I certainly miss that feeling of a tiny baby kicking around inside of me. Do I want another? Maybe someday, time will tell, and its most definitely up to God's plan for David and I's life.
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I certainly wouldn't say no, but I would hope it would be later on in life. My older sister and I are only 15 months apart, I do NOT have the stamina for that situation! ha!
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Here's one more for you!
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In what time in your life did you feel the most beautiful? Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-56322789529206273682015-04-22T10:20:00.001-05:002015-04-22T10:20:08.256-05:00Pet Peeves.. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWjliWpKLJAiVbw9LC6TF99X7BQLhcx48LVOUDZJ35cx_lEosqHYUWuTLic76-P8DWMwi3kGAOhkJMNvulmZ37aub7ccALxJTrNmnUu5TIEKFpzzDKBCmxODwsJ29PWus8lQDSXZR7b4/s1600/PetPeeves.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWjliWpKLJAiVbw9LC6TF99X7BQLhcx48LVOUDZJ35cx_lEosqHYUWuTLic76-P8DWMwi3kGAOhkJMNvulmZ37aub7ccALxJTrNmnUu5TIEKFpzzDKBCmxODwsJ29PWus8lQDSXZR7b4/s320/PetPeeves.png" /></a></div>
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I thought I would do some random blog posts. Hope you enjoy!
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Pet Peeves...we all have them. Those things that annoy us to no end, and we just can't stand it!! Mine may seem silly, but we all have our own quirks, right?
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1. Spelling Errors. This drives me up one wall and down the other, I can spot an error a mile away! It also annoys me when I'm not sure how to spell a word right off the top of my mind?!
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2. Being Interrupted.. I understand sometimes we can get excited when we are in the middle of a conversation, and you feel like you just have to state your peace, but when you are talking-10 words in and someone interrupts you over and over and over- that gets under my skin!! When you work with a lot of women, this happens so often! I usually just stop talking and go on about my business. Good grief.
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3. Dishes in the wrong side of the sink. What? HA! Yes, I like all of the dirty dishes to be in the right side of the sink, so the left side is empty for washing/rinsing all that sort of stuff. My husband has never quite grasped this concept (even though we have lived together for almost 8 years). Oh well, I am thankful that he does NOT leave the toilet seat up, so I do try and let this slide occasionally.. by "letting it slide" I mean, I don't gripe him out about it. I'm such a great wife! haha!
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There's what bothers me most.. its silly, insignificant, stupid to some, but these are my quirks and I'm just being honest about them!
Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-39087414111326160412015-04-08T14:06:00.000-05:002015-04-08T14:06:22.751-05:00Challenge Day 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6. Next on my thirty day challenge..
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Day 2- Write down 3 things to be thankful for. (please know these are certainly random things-there is no "rank" in these)
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1. I am thankful that my mother in law is going to be able to come in & keep Avery for us for 3 days while her school is closed, that is certainly something I am SUPER thankful for! <br>
2. I am thankful for God's continual guidance and love each and every day. <br>
3. I am thankful for my home, for having a roof over my head- it may seem silly, but I'm thankful for it! <br>
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Day 3- Spend 30 minutes reading a book. <br>
I have definitely done that the last 2 weeks. I have been reading "A little Salty to cut the Sweet" by Sophie Hudson. Get this book! It is soo good, and its good for the soul, seriously! <br>
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Day 4-Try a new recipe for dinner. <br>
Well I have to say I have tried a new recipe, just a sorta concoction of sorts. Italian sausage link, grilled with sautéed onions and marinara.. I put in a hot dog bun with some shredded cheese and then put under the broiler for a few minutes. It was tasty- but I couldn't eat it all, way too much! <br>
Day 5- Go for a 30 Minute walk. <br>
I have accomplished this goal every day this week! David and I push Avery around the block in her car or stroller, she LOVES to play outside..and cries when she has to come in. (that's the only part I hate about it) <br>
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Day 6- Add something Green to your lunch.<br>
Did it! Had a wonderful salad for lunch.
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<b> I am starting a 30 day challenge for the month of April. These are various challenges to do each day and I hope to concur each one!
April 1st- No sugary drinks/soda... And No, this isn't an april fools joke (must people that know me, know I have a deep obsession with soda)but I can do it! It is now 3pm and I am doing great. I choked down a half glass of unsweet tea-by the way I don't understand how people can drink tea without sugar, really....whats the point, haha! And I've just had water for the rest of the day, I'm sure my body is thanking me for drinking so much H2O today as well! I am finding that I'm having trouble staying awake- but I went and sliced a lemon, and that really did help! </b>
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I'll post about Day 2 tomorrow. I think this challenge will also help me blog more! Wish me luck! Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-7491594801520393582014-12-19T19:51:00.001-06:002014-12-19T19:51:10.552-06:00Cold.. Yucky cold.<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I suppose it's that time of year.. Avery has a cold and just can't get rid of it! It's so frustrating, when your baby is sick, you just wish you could take it away and ensure the pain yourself. I have been praying so hard for God to take her sickness away and to be healthy again. I know He is watching over her, and I just need to be patient. I just feel so bad for her. Took her to the dr on Wednesday and he said her lungs sound great, so that's a plus! I guess we will just wait it out, cold medicine, Vicks and the humidifier! </span></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROdxgAaTy1pR1UlKqlibD8K1oisCOAOHgXURxZPlTj8r3f4cKz6oPmqX-7DuN8eyYqOlDmyas18YMgunzudQFgzKOWevNo7ZBgvVtkrA_pEfan9hrUGLej9fezEfOBX_Ga3b-Nn2SCb0/s640/blogger-image--59814017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROdxgAaTy1pR1UlKqlibD8K1oisCOAOHgXURxZPlTj8r3f4cKz6oPmqX-7DuN8eyYqOlDmyas18YMgunzudQFgzKOWevNo7ZBgvVtkrA_pEfan9hrUGLej9fezEfOBX_Ga3b-Nn2SCb0/s640/blogger-image--59814017.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have to admit, I have finally decided to catch up with what's "fashionable" and got some skinny jeans/leggings and boots. I wore the first outfit today and everyone was shocked! Good shock! I don't take compliments well, but was glad I got good comments and that I didn't just look stupid!! Lol. Here's a pic of my boots <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3gm5dz4VQ0dxcMkRPydK9N4b7SJPc_gEeS6ITVuwYmbTfaMgffRBqjy-3gCPx_LhAiL6Aa7SmOlL41MPgivMABaTqQ0wYaJIaJODPLkQtWyQuw02zUjIEF16JuN_B3RYjjJuDKuG66o/s640/blogger-image--131669602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3gm5dz4VQ0dxcMkRPydK9N4b7SJPc_gEeS6ITVuwYmbTfaMgffRBqjy-3gCPx_LhAiL6Aa7SmOlL41MPgivMABaTqQ0wYaJIaJODPLkQtWyQuw02zUjIEF16JuN_B3RYjjJuDKuG66o/s640/blogger-image--131669602.jpg"></a></div></div>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-61325184495566752442014-12-16T12:46:00.001-06:002014-12-16T12:48:12.530-06:00TeethOh the joys of teething. The crying, the whining, the foot stopping oh my! I think we just have a few left & we will be in the clear.. But she has gotten a bunch all at once is why it has been sooo bad! We will overcome it! <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03p3Pv4ZSME3xkLkboD5jzpsvL41zOfQIZXsLC1zYU5yORLFESW98HydC20Z3Q_i1uzRfsrSrNqBliNvDCrw42cDQtOPPqdI-z3OPn08FA0fcEVrGAvJo2sj14OHid3_mXdRnnHfaRUQ/s640/blogger-image--1054293120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03p3Pv4ZSME3xkLkboD5jzpsvL41zOfQIZXsLC1zYU5yORLFESW98HydC20Z3Q_i1uzRfsrSrNqBliNvDCrw42cDQtOPPqdI-z3OPn08FA0fcEVrGAvJo2sj14OHid3_mXdRnnHfaRUQ/s640/blogger-image--1054293120.jpg"></a></div>Christmas is just around the corner and I am really getting excited! Lots of fun to come. Jesus is the reason for the season! I know that saying may seem silly and overused to some.. But I just like it! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCyuZpdKIC1Pg0sIgEEHurLANBH2oboo2HBDW3_99lNo9Sg8Jz-YWkBEvy2d5zFAqnhLt1ltUbuqUairiO3Xe0YmHO8704MCEKow5N-1Np73OiiiPOyHUmsvwELkBzx_cUoRseLCitE4/s640/blogger-image-1269875240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCyuZpdKIC1Pg0sIgEEHurLANBH2oboo2HBDW3_99lNo9Sg8Jz-YWkBEvy2d5zFAqnhLt1ltUbuqUairiO3Xe0YmHO8704MCEKow5N-1Np73OiiiPOyHUmsvwELkBzx_cUoRseLCitE4/s640/blogger-image-1269875240.jpg"></a></div>Here's the chalkboard in my office. I like to put all sorts of sayings, quotes, just whatever's up there-people are always on me at work when I don't change it every week! I found this saying and I really like it! </div><div>Here's a few more pics! Enjoy! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sg24pinwFd9L2XdgrQGyttinsBkIhZR5H3JtAOEajJyWguOhi0YWXEnGPsMKFCgcmzXFTR40Ttbmv8V1z_lq9GnmYGMeib-Hi_fVPXeZCqYK-PFQwyM8pATMOl6BTI8uVmyxa9v1P_o/s640/blogger-image-1599252782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sg24pinwFd9L2XdgrQGyttinsBkIhZR5H3JtAOEajJyWguOhi0YWXEnGPsMKFCgcmzXFTR40Ttbmv8V1z_lq9GnmYGMeib-Hi_fVPXeZCqYK-PFQwyM8pATMOl6BTI8uVmyxa9v1P_o/s640/blogger-image-1599252782.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCvox4V1xHfCDPa2Uwd_KhA3rBAR-dJpF0vzpFOxYGUN12HGLPQ-3yOzHBza_24X2MZdfNjQlDa8q1CKlAFr4kiIEhEyqS_xVj0JcPTY30XDj3T134kNTyT56k-ZF1U-eU1GfjIx3FLo/s640/blogger-image--276354636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCvox4V1xHfCDPa2Uwd_KhA3rBAR-dJpF0vzpFOxYGUN12HGLPQ-3yOzHBza_24X2MZdfNjQlDa8q1CKlAFr4kiIEhEyqS_xVj0JcPTY30XDj3T134kNTyT56k-ZF1U-eU1GfjIx3FLo/s640/blogger-image--276354636.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-kzUkTpJCIhoygoJtKe-Xu_pndEu7mRQR7V6U9PHACu_-wT76AoLjxtx7Kx_oaUUux1qVaSnldyNS8WzqubMBbLlEYU3pUjpKtuKl_OwFQX2JlnsQGypzlFEG_83cA-ssKKjbekDmMw/s640/blogger-image-1931920935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-kzUkTpJCIhoygoJtKe-Xu_pndEu7mRQR7V6U9PHACu_-wT76AoLjxtx7Kx_oaUUux1qVaSnldyNS8WzqubMBbLlEYU3pUjpKtuKl_OwFQX2JlnsQGypzlFEG_83cA-ssKKjbekDmMw/s640/blogger-image-1931920935.jpg"></a></div>^above is my friend SarahJesse with Avery and her daughter Lydia! This was at cookies & cocoa with Santa. Avery wasn't a fan! Maybe next year! </div>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-57628066534848168132014-12-05T12:55:00.001-06:002014-12-05T12:55:38.529-06:00Little MissyShe is growing up! 18 month checkup and Avery is FINALLY 20 lbs, and 14 ounces!!! Yay!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2wkiA5hkXjGlnT75lWx34HBxPtm3mr0uCBM89cgfGibNLJIj-BkfmAvb8PTtTat6JWRZGjICQAd7LiuKRQlFeZ60_wSujrkV8MTOVL3d4innsccpJKjDWArzSG1mhGjZ4RlhwJ78ox0/s640/blogger-image--434743548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2wkiA5hkXjGlnT75lWx34HBxPtm3mr0uCBM89cgfGibNLJIj-BkfmAvb8PTtTat6JWRZGjICQAd7LiuKRQlFeZ60_wSujrkV8MTOVL3d4innsccpJKjDWArzSG1mhGjZ4RlhwJ78ox0/s640/blogger-image--434743548.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She is definitely a momma's girl still.. But she is really starting to take up with her daddy quite a bit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a stint of really warm weather so we took advantage and played outside! She loved it! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHmE4Hn8sCjbdyvP-9cP1q6_nVWNmFzQETkcgTyKKhA3C5eaGJd_9PlC2o3aM9JSgTP1fT4yAoUnZhYlSOsWxbepofrFJaGgj-YQVcXnbb0yfYNSOhcjERNRrRhXk0a5BWnS9t7Zb6mg/s640/blogger-image--1246413344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHmE4Hn8sCjbdyvP-9cP1q6_nVWNmFzQETkcgTyKKhA3C5eaGJd_9PlC2o3aM9JSgTP1fT4yAoUnZhYlSOsWxbepofrFJaGgj-YQVcXnbb0yfYNSOhcjERNRrRhXk0a5BWnS9t7Zb6mg/s640/blogger-image--1246413344.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She also started a new school (we call it school, even tho it's really daycare) and she has done so well! She is really learning and I'm so glad! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionTQWb0JbIF1ezBTYUNli2VTrr5y7gN23VF3yPz3aNwN3xrlgqOJDHLVnLihqipi7zWja_BevV4RIIf1ZTscsWmeVANYkjdMoAemEVAr3Pry2lhESkJqMTlTum4cfMxzvzx0ICsIoyc0/s640/blogger-image-851903896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionTQWb0JbIF1ezBTYUNli2VTrr5y7gN23VF3yPz3aNwN3xrlgqOJDHLVnLihqipi7zWja_BevV4RIIf1ZTscsWmeVANYkjdMoAemEVAr3Pry2lhESkJqMTlTum4cfMxzvzx0ICsIoyc0/s640/blogger-image-851903896.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-40718640904013412302014-12-05T12:50:00.001-06:002014-12-05T12:50:47.295-06:00Full time mom, with lots of side jobs too.Recently someone made the comment that when they were my age they held down 2 jobs, while having children at home as well. Let me also mention, this was a man who was telling me a little about his life. <div><br></div><div>I proceeded to explain that I work 8-5 and although I do not get monetary funds from all my "other" jobs... I am working all the time. Not only do I work a Monday thru Friday job, I'm also a wife (that's the biggest job sometimes..haha), I'm a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend.. Oh yeh I'm also a Tupperware consultant! So there! </div><div>Do you think I have time for much more? Please don't take this the wrong way, I'm not trying to defend myself.. But it's all just came to the surface here recently. I'm not just an 8-5 gal and that's it.. I've got plenty of "work" going on! Don't we all? There's never enough time, never enough $$, but we make it work. We choose how we live our lives, and that is how it goes. I work 24/7, and that's how I like it! Rant over.. Haha </div>Kristin Faulkenberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341519272824020387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-908290460437610163.post-39518483864703636902014-09-11T11:34:00.001-05:002014-09-11T11:34:57.693-05:00Apples & Rashes.. oh my! Things have got quite busy lately- Avery is walking like crazy, getting into everything, growing, talking-- saying Momma (every 2 seconds), which don't get me wrong, I could NOT wait for her to say momma... but I knew in the back of my mind, it might get a tad bit annoying, especially when EVERYTHING is momma.. everything! I would not trade it for anything else in the world, and I know that one day "momma" will be the last thing she even wants to say (ya know, when she's a teenager and she hates me..i know that day will come way sooner than I can imagine). But nevertheless, I will take it all day, every day! A couple of weeks ago, Avery was up and down with a on again/off again fever all week, and then just when we thought it was all over--a rash breaks out. Now let me tell you, she has never had an allergic reaction to anything (so far, knock on wood)- we have been so fortunate, she is such an easy going, healthy girl-- I just about panicked.. but of course I did my online research and figured she probably had roseola. She had all the symptoms, but I made a doctors appt just to be sure- my mom thought she had measles, my mother in law thought it was chickenpox... so I needed an expert opinion- Roseola was the verdict. No big deal, should go away by the weekend the doc said- and he was right. She was all better by Sunday evening, but boy did she look miserable.. Poor baby.
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On another note, I have not made one apple pie this year (which is totally unlike me)-but I have found, things aren't as easy when you have a little one. Spur of the moment ideas just don't happen so easily anymore- but babies do take naps! Just enough time for me to get in the kitchen. So I whipped up my all time favorite, homemade, all from scratch apple pie.. (obviously I did not grow the apples or anything..hahaha- but you get the idea)
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Also, look at this awesome kitchen towel I got at Target-on clearance I might add, I was stoked!! I am really into kitchen stuff, especially Mixers, so I was so happy that I found these.
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