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Today I subbed for the 10 and 11 year olds in church, there were 4 girls in class. I must say that they are the oldest children I’ve had interaction with for a long time and it was nice to have 4 very well behaved girls who were quiet and contributed coherently to the lesson (which was planned in the last 5 minutes of Sacrament meeting). Any way, we read the story of Abraham and Isaac out of the

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Is what she’s calling it. She picked them out herself and was very adamant about what she wanted. It reminds me of this (almost two years ago): *Insert classic “It seems like only yesterday/I can’t believe how much she’s grown” comment here. And now how about one more, just for the viewers pleasure.   *Insert classic “My baby is so adorable I can’t stand it” comment here.

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Someone was brought to my blog by googling "marshmallow buns".Awesome.

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When I was a little girl, only slightly older than Cambry is now, my Dad made me a rocking horse that I loved. I named him Shooting Star. When Grampa came to visit, he had a surprise for Cambry (and Mommy). An exact replica of my old horse, even down to the blue glass eyes. I was so pleased when I saw it, I loved my horse and I hope Cambry grows to love her horse just as much. I love that

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  I love this girl.

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Jim ran his 10k again this year. We went to cheer him on and then play at Discovery Green (one of my favorite parks around Houston, ya’ll.) Jim ran. Cambry sat on the ground eating her peanut butter and honey sandwich. I waved our handmade flags. My dad took pictures. Yup. Everyone did what they do best.

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Grampa V came to visit Cambry last weekend. She had a blast. She now can’t stop talking about her Grammas and Grampas (referring to each set as her “new” gramma or “new” grampa… she means “other”…we only know which she is talking about when she points to their picture). Any way, they had a blast going for bike rides to the park, playing, painting. And I had a great time with my kitchen and car

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Whelp. When I woke up this morning I became aware of a few things. 1. It was pitch black and pouring rain. 2. Someone had taken a sledgehammer to the inside of my head and poured draino down my throat. 3. There was a little presence standing beside my bed staring at me while sucking her thumb, patiently waiting for me to process everything and wake up. We forged our way through the pile of

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Miss Rissa has turned into a mommy blog. I can’t help it. Look:   Isn’t this little smock the cutest? Cambry helped me pick out the fabric for her pockets. She is obsessed with pockets. I love the criss-cross back. She is also obsessed with piggy tails which is fine by me, but you also get a good view of her hemangioma, which should be gone by age 3.

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Cambry has been such a ham lately. She is learning so fast and talking much clearer now. Some of the things that crack us up: When it’s naptime or bedtime Cambry will say anything to get out of it. She goes through a list of things that she needs before she can sleep. “Dink” (drink) “Na-nies” (poopies) “Pee pee” “Book” “Baby” “Bear” “Dolly” “New Dolly” (my other dolly) and my personal favorite

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I heard about a study once where “they” put a bunch of kids in a room and gave them each one marshmallow. Apparently they told the kids that when they returned they would give the kid a second marshmallow but only if the kid hadn’t eaten their first one. I can’t remember what they were trying to prove through this study but it made me think… Jim would be the kid who wouldn’t touch his

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I could hear her snoring but it took a second for me to locate her.   Yes, she is naked. Yes, I’m pretty sure she tried on all those clothes on the floor first.

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We had Aunt Carrie and cousins Dallin and Thad come to visit last week. Cambry had a blast, but also a bit of an identity crisis. She wasn’t sure if she was a big girl like Dallin, a baby like Thad, or a Mommy to Thad. She tried out all three and then realized that she just wanted to be her Mommy’s baby. And that’s okay with me.   Thanks for the visit guys. We had so much fun!

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Cambry came home from the library today with a large pile of books. She immediately wanted to sit down and have them all read to her right then. Cambry picked out Rush as her dance music today- twice. We're so proud. Sniff, sniff.

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Anyone who reads this and lives where I live (and if you read this you probably know where I live):Do you know a good chiropractor in the area?Do you know a good oncologist or hematologist or someone who specializes in blood disorders?Especially the last one.Email me!

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While getting ready for church today I thought I should probably do something about my eyebrows, but I just can’t handle pulling them out. It makes me cry and cry, even if I use baby Orajel and ice to numb them first. Cambry loves church, I’m not sure why because we spend most of the time telling her to be quiet, sit down, and share. Three things she does not like to do. Ever. While talking

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That’s what Cambry has been exclaiming for the last five minutes. We have a pretty pink sunset to close out a pretty successful day. Sure my house isn’t  spotless and I’m barely dressed, but I crossed off everything on my Monday list that I felt I needed to accomplish in order to feel I had a successful day. I even managed something extra and cut out Cambry’s Valentine’s Day outfit. Monday=

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I hate New Year Resolutions. Every year I write a list of improvements and then I look at that stupid list and think, “I am a horrible person.” (NYR 2002: Don’t speak badly about yourself) And then I post that list up where I can see it and I look at it everyday for about a week all the time thinking, “I am a horrible person.” until the tape loses it’s stickiness and it drops to the floor where

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Check out my child in her supreme cuteness and super genius here.

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Christmas in Fountain Valley, CA this year, all related by blood or marriage to Grandpa Warren and Grandma Jeanie gathered together at Aunt Katie and Uncle Jims new house. It was a perfect Christmas- days not too packed with things to do so that we had time to sit around and relax but we also had enough to do to keep us from getting bored. Cousins to wrestle with, boat rides, Christmas lights,

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At our family dinner two nights before our wedding Jim and I stood in front of our families while they asked us questions about how well we knew each other. I was flustered, as I often am when asked to do any sort of social interaction, so when Jim’s aunt said all they wanted to know was where I got my rose colored glasses I stood there thinking “What the heck are rose colored glasses? Clearly

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“Frightful.” That’s what Jim always say’s when I ask him that question. This week it actually was frightful! And wonderful! It snowed! Cambry wasn’t impressed. She was very concerned that the “rain” was white. We tried to impress her with her very first snowman. It didn’t work. We tried again. Perhaps bigger is better? Hummm… well surely a visit to Santa Clause would improve the

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So Star Trek was finally available in the Macdonald red box. Which, by the way, is the only way I get movies now-a-days. I mean, I can get a Spicy McChicken, a Large DP, and a movie for under 3 bucks. It makes me feel thrifty…and slightly Americanized. Well we watched it and after we watched it, Jim (who was not being all thrifty and saw it in the movie tavern where he paid 20 bucks for a small

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I’ve gotten a lot of emails about my smoothies. If you’ve come to my house, I’ve probably tried to peddle you a Vita-mix (which was my birthday present this year). If you were at relief society this month, I mentioned my fruit and veggie smoothies... which generated the questions. Even though I grew up in a house which served mainly bark and pinecones (according to Jim) I still don’t know much

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