<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:19:54.720-07:00</updated><category term='southcrest'/><category term='questioning'/><category term='reading'/><category term='plans'/><category term='babies'/><category term='counseling'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lament'/><category term='provision'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='noah'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='calling'/><category term='home'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='church'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='hispanics'/><category term='cesaerian'/><category term='family'/><category term='market'/><category term='two'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='painting'/><category term='downtown'/><category term='is'/><title type='text'>our story</title><subtitle type='html'>ryan, samantha and noah</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6068112344543880929</id><published>2009-09-09T13:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:46:52.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>switching back</title><content type='html'>i'm going back to my wordpress...tired of this old blog! check it out: http://ryanandsamantha.wordpress.com! i'll be there from now on... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6068112344543880929?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7603468955680967458</id><published>2009-09-07T09:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:13:46.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>budget-smudget</title><content type='html'>ryan and i have never really been the best at budgeting. i find it difficult to be really disciplined with money... it seems like every time i decide i'm going to really work at it, some surprise comes along and throws everything off. seriously, every time... but, we have decided to give it another go. as we look to one day move in to a space with a little more room to breathe than our current location, i've decided we need to 1) see how much extra we actually have that we could put towards another living space, 2) pay off some debt and 3) save, save, save. &lt;div&gt;i have been doing the coupon thing for the past year or so (thanks to my sweet mimi who clips them each week and sends them my way), but i don't really feel like i'm super good at using them. like i know people who really work the system, but i have a hard time figuring out how. any suggestions out there from people who know how to do this well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are following the crown budget format, mainly because they have a lot of online resources that are free. but i did wonder also if anyone out there has any other suggestions for this sort of resource? i know dave ramsey and my mom has encouraged us to try to do one of those classes forever...but it's not super practical right now for us with ryan working so much. we are pretty selective about our night's now because it's the only time we really get to be together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...anyway, the question is, what works for you? i know a lot of people make budgets work with no problem-what's the secret??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-7603468955680967458?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/7603468955680967458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=7603468955680967458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/7603468955680967458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/7603468955680967458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/09/budget-smudget.html' title='budget-smudget'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-347119141507188562</id><published>2009-09-02T13:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:43:35.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost art of conversation</title><content type='html'>"tienes hungry?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"si, mucho!!"&lt;br /&gt;"oohhh.... donde esta tu babe?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"con me esposo..."&lt;br /&gt;"ohh!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"no, no, con me esposo's...no, esposo de la.. no, no..con me madre de esposo?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, si, con su abuela?" she corrected.&lt;br /&gt;"yes, yes...exactamente!"&lt;br /&gt;"tu es mucho funny!" she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a conversation that i recently had with anna, an older lady that i have recently come to know from el salvador...and, not surprisingly, this is how many of our conversations go, neither of us speaking the other's language very well, but both desiring to communicate with each other. we use of mix of spanish and english with lots of facial features and gestures, and sometimes even raise our voices (because talking louder and slower really makes an unknown language understandable!). even though conversation with anna is awkward and sometimes difficult, it's worth it to get to talk to this sweet lady..to try to communicate friendship and love to her across the many boundaries stacked up between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend was telling me the other day about another friend's teenager, who said that she prefers to text always. she doesn't like talking on the phone because "there's all those awkward silences where you just don't know what to say." i'm not knocking her because i totally understand what she means. i remember being in middle school, when that cute guy who sat across from me in my pre-algebra class called...and as much as i wanted to talk to him, i always got so nervous and didn't really know what to say. so there was a lot of breathing  and only a little of talking...but that's what being in a middle school relationship is made of. and i really think i was learning even then about how to converse with other people..in fact, i think i have been learning  that from a very early age. even noah, as a young infant, is learning how to have a conversation, in his own, little guy way. he makes noises and i respond, usually by saying, "no way, really?" or "you don't say!" or something along those lines..and you know what happens next? he responds back to me...babbling on a little, and back and forth we go. chit chatting away. while it's not the most intellectual conversation i've ever had, i know it's great for him as he develops and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think overall, this whole texting thing isn't really the best for the art of conversation. i find myself, at times, saying things i would never say otherwise, or not saying things i would otherwise say...because of the freedom of just letting what is said be said. there's little relationship, even though there is much convinience. so, really, i'm going to try to pick up the phone and call next time...and you better answer. and be ready...awkward silences and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-347119141507188562?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/347119141507188562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=347119141507188562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/347119141507188562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/347119141507188562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-art-of-conversation.html' title='the lost art of conversation'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1407939391288505736</id><published>2009-08-31T14:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:42:38.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimate fail in frugality</title><content type='html'>i have been really getting into the coupon thing. my sweet grandmother clips the coupons each week and sends them my way, which speaks so much love to me because i know it's such a pain to do. and i love saving money using the coupons! a penny saved is a penny earned, right? well, every now and then i find myself letting the coupons control me instead of me controlling the coupons. i had the experience just recently. there i was, walking around target, trying to really get ONLY what i needed...which is a constant struggle, because there is always something more that would be just so nice to have....when all of a sudden, i spotted one of those in-store coupon dispensers! sweetness, i thought to myself, a little surprise savings-maybe it will be something i need!! i rushed over to see that it was a $1 off coupon for coffee mate creamers. hmm, i do love their vanilla caramel creamer! yum yum yum! and, what's that? the creamer is on sale 3 for $4!? with a $1 off coupon, that makes it 3 for $3 ! what a deal? you know, those things are usually at least $1.98 for one, if not more than that! think of all the money i'd be saving if i used that coupon and got 3 creamers! so, i picked out three delicious flavors, thinking i could even share one with my mom (i mean, really, i didn't need to hord all 3 for myself!!). so, i pulled out one of the coupons, grabbed my creamers and headed to check out...smiling all along about all the money i was saving...as it so happens, i remembered as i was pulling away from the store, i don't really drink much creamer in my coffee these days, in fact...the truth is, i realized as i put the creamers into the fridge later that afternoon, i don't drink any creamer in my coffee these days... nor have i really for the past year... but, what does that really matter?? look at all the money i saved!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1407939391288505736?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1407939391288505736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1407939391288505736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1407939391288505736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1407939391288505736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimate-fail-in-frugality.html' title='ultimate fail in frugality'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1334253663514871748</id><published>2009-08-30T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:37:02.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it ironic?</title><content type='html'>...doncha think?? i have found it quite a bit of irony in the fact that people who are most like me, at least in mostly the same stage of life as me, are the most difficult to actually be friends with? i know of quite a few mommies with little ones who i'd love to really be friends with, but we can never seem to get our schedules together enough to actually be friends... it makes me so sad some days. but, little one's schedules are hard to work around. i know i have found myself scared to go out sometimes with noah for fear that he will be hungry as soon as i get any where, or it will interupt his nap time, or he will just be super fussy. when he is any of those things, he's not a lot of fun to be around. i mean, who really wants to be sitting at the coffee shop with the frazzled looking lady with the screaming baby?! not me! :) but, still, it is frustrating sometimes not being able to be friends with the people who actually understand who i am... and, on top of that, sometimes it's a little difficult trying to converse with people who don't have babies yet. what? you don't care about what kind of cereal noah is eating right now? you don't care if it feels like he might have a tooth coming through? seriously, you mean to tell me that you don't want to hear about the massively disgusting diaper he had the other day??! what in the world are we supposed to talk about then?!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1334253663514871748?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1334253663514871748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1334253663514871748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1334253663514871748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1334253663514871748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/08/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='isn&apos;t it ironic?'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7908247049793301090</id><published>2009-08-26T17:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:04:45.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more snip-its</title><content type='html'>*i just burned nearly 500 calories running on the treadmill and hated every minute of it. i. can. not. stand. treadmills. supposedly, they make the running experience easier, but it wears me out. i decided today i was going to set up a laptop in front of me and watch abc.com to help the time pass by...so, i spent like 10 minutes trying to get it all set up right and on the perfect show (not too long, not too short), and then started running only to find out that the bounciness of the treadmill and the propped up laptop=terrible reception. unless i wanted to watch the show in half second increments (with like 30 seconds in between) then it was a no go... so, i tried to listen to some music on pandora via my phone...but, of course, i forgot to bring my headphones up and didn't want to pause the treadmill to try to find them. so, i ran with only my thoughts, which unfortunately i couldn't quite get past, "gee i hate this. this is no fun. gee i hate this. this is no fun." tomorrow, back to the open road for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*school is going really well. exceptionally well, actually. i have been impressed by the boys in my class, though i'm thinking they are still on just-started-school behavior. all the same, we have had a fun few days of learning together. i really think that's what i might like best about the environment i'm teaching in...i don't have to be the expert.  we are learning together, which is wonderful! wednesdays are our chapel and picnic days, which makes them just enjoyable all the way around. i wish i could put into words the wonderful-ness of this precious school, but i don't quite have them yet. so, i'll wait until i do. i will tell a sweet story that i haven't even gotten around to even though it's been a week since it happened. we had a guest come speak in chapel who read the story of the Good Shepherd and talked about it with the children for a bit. at one point she asked the question, "what does it mean to "hope"?" a very young child answered, "it means to wish!" in a voice that implied, "what a silly question, lady. there is no question of what it means?!" i just am contemplating that thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*noah stayed with cece today...in fact, ryan is just now picking him up on his way home from work. as much as i love my boys (and i do...absolutely adore both of them!), having an afternoon to myself was nice. i took some clothes to try to consign and then came home and worked on my sewing machine for a while. i made these "go green" bags:&lt;br /&gt;i'm always getting ideas of things to make from here and there...seeing things and thinking, "hey, i could totally make that!" sometimes i can, and others it turns out i can't...but i think things turned out cute. i actually have been using another one i made as a little tote-around-town bag and i'm loving it. i do plan to take one on my next little grocery outting. i always feel a little guilty about using so many plastic bags, so i can cut down by bringing one or two of my own! i'm thinking about trying to sell them, but not quite sure if they'd be a go just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on that note, i am hoping to start back my tie purses.. i absolutely love them and just haven't had the time or the space to make them.. but now, i do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm getting a little nervous about all the swine flu talk... not so much for me as for noah. our pediatrician talked to us about getting him vaccinated when he is 6 months, but i'm not sure how i feel about that. the vaccine is going to be so new...and he's such a little guy. on the other hand, it may be better than if he got the flu, which there seems to be somewhat of a chance of him getting. i'm not sure i'm ready to make decisions like this! can ryan and i really make such a choice?!? i certainly will be reading more on the subject...holler if you know of any good resources!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*noah is getting better at the cereal thing, and, consequently, the sleeping thing. for the past month or so, he has been getting up right around 3 am, then again at 6 or 7 only to stay up long enough for me to actually get good and awake before he falls back to sleep. but, the cereal might, just maybe, possibly be helping with that finally! the past few nights, we have put him to bed by 8 and he's slept until 5ish..and gone right back to bed after eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-7908247049793301090?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/7908247049793301090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=7908247049793301090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/So3PnOJOPKI/AAAAAAAAA20/g3qbVnzXCRg/s72-c/Noah%27s+First+Cereal+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7592666602327172051</id><published>2009-08-18T07:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:49:24.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>we had a busy day yeserday as i got a little taste of what being a working mom is going to look like. we had a time at the school for the students come to meet the teachers, which turned out to be lots of fun. our sweet little eighth grade boys seem to be excited about the new year, the new place and the new teachers. i'm a little apprehensive about the days that lay before us, but i'm excited, too, about this new opportunity! after having lunch with all of the faculty, i rushed home to pick up ryan (who rushed home from his own work) so we could head to the pediatrician for noah's 4 month appointment (4 months, already-time really does fly! some days have been the longest of my life, but looking back...oh my! where has the time gone!?), where we heard great news! i was actually almost giddy on the ride there, so excited about thinking about noah being able to start a little food and they gave us the go. he's been so funny the last few weeks, seemingly very aware of everything we eat-staring at it and even grabbing at it and trying to shove it in his mouth before we can catch him! tonite we will have our first big adventure...can't wait to see how it goes! i'm pretty excited about the possibilities from here, as i (like most of my friends) plan to make all of his food. no nasty preservatives for him!! i've been doing some reading on these things and am certainly open to suggestions! my inspiration for this is my sweet cousin, Jamie, full-time working outside of the house mother of just-turned-one-year twins...who has made all of their food. if she can do it, certainly i can too!! the doctor also said noah is looking as healthy as ever. he swears he looks like a plump little formula fed baby, which is great news! and he's still trying to talk me into moving to africa to share some of my milk with hungry children... he's still topping the charts in his growth, weighing in at a hefty 17 lbs 15.5 oz and 26.5 inches long!!&lt;br /&gt;after the doc, we went to publix to get stuff for dinner and some cereal for noah, of course! then, we went home and ran (3 MILES!) and then i cooked dinner, we ate and i headed off to the school for a parental meeting. was there for a few hours, then headed home to find the boy already tucked lovingly into his bed (what a great daddy he has!). what a full day! and there are more to come, i'm sure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-7592666602327172051?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2168624454937575125</id><published>2009-08-12T18:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:19:04.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged lately because life isn't very interesting...and because noah is so demanding some days. it's like the moment i sit down to do something, he becomes absolutely, ridiculously unhappy with whatever he is doing...even now, he's supposed to be taking a nap and he will, as long as i'm standing over his crib, but the moment i walk away-out pops the paci and the crying begins! it's super frustrating... especially since there is no break in sight for a few days, as ryan left this morning for san antonio. somehow just knowing that it's just me and noah for a few days is messing with my mind! i'm afraid i won't be able to handle it, even though certainly i can and i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a meeting today to do some planning and learning for my new job! the gathering began with an inspirational quote (or i thought i was that, at least..): "knowledge is a barren tree, bare bereft of God." i'm still pondering upon it and invite you to do the same... school will start one week from today and i'm really looking forward to it. two days a week won't be too overwhelming and there will be lots of opportunity to learn as i go, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the boy is beckoning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2168624454937575125?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2168624454937575125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(53, 53, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 85, 68); "&gt;The most common period of hair loss occurs approximately three months&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; delivery. The rise in hormones during pregnancy keeps you from losing your hair. After delivery, the hormones return to normal levels, which allows the hair to fall out and return to the normal cycle. The normal hair loss that was delayed during pregnancy may fall out all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px; color: rgb(68, 85, 68); "&gt;Up to 60% of your hair that is in the growth state may enter into the telogen resting state. The hair loss usually peaks 3-4 months after delivery as your hair follicles rejuvenate themselves. As noted before, this hair loss is temporary and hair loss returns to normal within six to twelve months."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;so, it's no fun, and a little saddening since i recently decided that i really am growing my hair long again...but, it's normal, it seems.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-976177367326402941?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/976177367326402941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=976177367326402941&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='text'>score!</title><content type='html'>i did it-i ran a whole 5K over the weekend and actually did well. i set a lofty goal, about two minutes faster per mile than i have been running...and actually was within 15 seconds of attaining it! and-i got second place for my age! i was pretty siked about that...when i dropped my card in the basket and saw only one other in there, i knew the news was good...i began planning exactly where i was going to put my trophy-i couldn't decide between putting it right on the dashboard of my car-so everyone who saw me out would know that i'm a runner or putting it on the bookshelf in our house-so everyone who visited it would see it first thing! okay, not really... i was just seriously excited that my hard work had paid off a little-i had done well, no walking the whole time! not even up the monstrous hills! :) unfortunately, though, for the second placers (they really just consider us the "first losers" i guess), there was no trophy! instead i got a sweet little u of m pedometer so i can measure all my steps. pretty sweet-i've always wondered how many steps i take a day. i had a nice big mountain dew the evening after the race, to celebrate my success...i have been off sodas for a while, not because i know that's the healthy thing to do, but because my personal trainer (aka ryan) told me that drinking a soda totally cancels out any running you have done on a particular day. with all my hard work, i could have none of that! but, i will say, the mountain dew was absolutely wonderful! everything i had hoped...and more! ;) we are now training for a 10K...a little further than i'd ideally like to run, but the program is "couch to 10K", so i guess we better continue on! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1218982518074854189?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5785823864099932520</id><published>2009-07-27T13:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:55:07.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise!</title><content type='html'>life is so unpredictable at times! i always find myself thinking i just might have it figured out, and then something happens and i realize i don't even have a clue... i am excited about the potential for change in our life right now. we have been kind of coasting along for the past few months, trying to figure out exactly which direction we are headed. having a baby is a huge adjustment. it's everything we thought it would be and more, yet at the same time nothing like we thought it would be. i thought it would be chocolate chips and kisses, smiles and sunshine all the day long...and while it is sometimes, it certainly isn't always that. i have seen a side of me that i never knew existed. it's ridiculous how mad i can be at my little baby sometime, but equally ridiculous, maybe even ri-donk-ulous (i actually heard someone use that in a sentence the other day...seriously) how much i love him. over the past few months, we have slowly adjusted to our new little family of three. i was reading a friend's blog and was reminded that last year, just around this time ryan and i found out that we were going to have a little one. the whole ordeal was quite surreal for us. i actually noticed something was up and decided to take a pregnancy test, just to mark that off my list. i was pretty positive that i wasn't preggo, but, at the same time, always a little nervous that i could be (i think i took like 3 pregnancy tests within the first month of marriage!). much to my surprise, the little stick had a plus sign on it...so, of course, i took another one-to be sure that the first one wasn't a dud. then, i rushed to the store and bought two more sets of tests to take, just to be sure and called ryan in a frenzy, asking him to meet me at the school ASAP. i jumped out of the car when i got there, ran to him and blurted out, "i think i'm pregnant!" i was in such a panic. he said that i should take the other tests and see what the outcome of those were...maybe it was something i ate? so, the next two mornings, i saved all my pee through the night, and did two more tests...only to see two more plus signs. each a little darker than the one before. first thing monday morning, i called the local obgyn and asked them if i could come in for a test. they, of course, asked if i had taken a home pregnancy test. i told them i had taken three, but that i had read that they are only 99.9% accurate...couldn't i get a blood test, just to make sure i did get a false negative?? the lady actually laughed at me and told me that i certainly must be pregnant...and so i was. and now, a year later, i have a 3 1/2 month old baby-the sweetest little guy in the world!&lt;br /&gt;and now..more winds of change are blowing our way. i always assumed that i would be a stay-at-home-mom and that i would absolutely love it. while i do absolutely, undoubtedly, with all my little heart love our sweet noah, i do not always love staying at home...and, on top of that, having a baby is so expensive (much more than i would have imagine. fyi: just because you pay your insurance co-pay doesn't mean that you won't still have to pay doctor's bills...)! so, for the past few weeks, ryan and i have been praying about either him finding a new job or me finding a little part time, side job. i have been pretty picky about the hours i would work...and not really seriously looking...just kind of contemplating the idea of working a few hours a week... and wouldn't you know, out of seemingly nowhere, came a job offer. a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; job offer. a &lt;em&gt;i can't believe they actually offered me this job&lt;/em&gt; offer. but, we had to take some time to see if this job would work for us...and i was a little worried that the offer would be taken back because we were so slow in responding. but, as it turns out, the job is perfect, perfect, perfect for me for this time in my life. i'll be doing something i will really enjoy...getting to invest a little of myself into a few others-and the best part, i'll get paid for it! so, we can finally get all of the crazy hospital bills paid off (no circumcision for the next boy i have and no epidural for me even if i do have to have another csection...i can suck it up! gotta save money where you can, right??)! even with this great new job, we will continue to look for something that actually makes ryan's heart sing. he is such a trooper to work two jobs that he doesn't really love (for months and months...) just to bring home the bacon (even though we don't actually eat bacon). we have found a potential for him, but are slowly working through the details to see if it will actually be a fit for us. in the meantime, we continue to pray for the Lord's direction!&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-5785823864099932520?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/5785823864099932520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=5785823864099932520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5785823864099932520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5785823864099932520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise.html' title='surprise!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8270690141302798729</id><published>2009-07-26T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:10:26.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>success!</title><content type='html'>noah finally enjoyed riding in the jogging stroller today. we have tried and tried, but apparently, for him, being 3 months, 2 weeks and 1 day old is the secret for him. he didn't make a peep!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, it looks like i may have a new part-time job, which is pretty exciting news! more to come on that as the details finalize. but, i will just say that it certainly is an answer to prayer. we have been begging for direction and provision and it looks like this may be it! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all for now...my little guy is calling my name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8270690141302798729?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8270690141302798729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8270690141302798729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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experience with the new running program i am on. unfortunately, i have forgotten to actually do it until this point. we are currently in the middle of week 3 of the couch to 10K (in 10 weeks) running program. i didn't think that i was going to make it this far, and honestly, i'm pretty impressed with myself. i started out on the program for two reasons: a) exercise is helpful in losing weight, which i certainly have plenty to lose (thanks to noah! ;)) and b) ryan loves to run and i thought it'd be nice to do something with him that he enjoys. it has been working both ways, i have slowly continued to lose weight and have gotten to spend some quality time with ryan. unfortunately, noah is not a fan of his stroller at this point...so that doesn't always work out so well. thankfully, we have gracious family nearby who have taken care of him a few times, and the other times, well, we spend most of our time trying to keep his paci in! &lt;div&gt;the program started me out running just about an 1/8th of a mile at a time..then walking it, then running, and so on for a mile. i couldn't breath, my legs ached and i was sure there was no way i'd make it...but i did. and now, today's goal is to run 2 miles at one time. that may not sound like a lot, but the last time i ran that much was my senior year of college (2 years ago-yikes!). it's funny, though, every time i don't think i'm going to make it, am encouraged to keep at it, and actually do what i didn't think i could...i feel very good about myself. it's a nice feeling to have pushed yourself hard...and to persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, a new update on the running program as we go... :) we are set to run a 5K together in just 2 short weeks! last time i ran this particular race was in college, and i wasn't in super shape... i let my dad talk me into running it and he took off and left me as soon as the race started. i came in next to last place, running across the line just after someone twice my grandmother's age. it was embarrassing... and i was exhausted! hopefully that won't happen this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6705378853734448083?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6705378853734448083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6705378853734448083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6705378853734448083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6705378853734448083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-3.html' title='week 3'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8157625700423066274</id><published>2009-07-15T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:24:29.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"helpppppp!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;library + screaming baby = no fun at all! especially when it happens after you've gathered all of your books, but before you've made it to the front to check out. even worse when you reaaallllly want to get the books and aren't willing to leave them on the table you've stacked them on. and the real kicker, once you make it all the way to the front of the library to check out and they take the basket away that you FINALLY found to assist you in carrying all of the books, and you are left with a baby, his diaper bag, and a stack of books almost as tall as you are with no bag or basket or buggy to carry them out with. but, the best part is when you ask desperately if the librarian has a bag (or 20) that you can use to carry your books out in and he says, "we can sell you one for $4." and you are sure he then whispers "sucker!!" under his breath... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8157625700423066274?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8157625700423066274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-613444970004609503</id><published>2009-07-13T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:04:23.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>routine</title><content type='html'>routine has been our friend over the past 3 months with noah. it got him sleeping through the night and made him a much happier baby during the day. this past week, though, sadly enough, our routine has gotten all messed up. we have been taking care of my two youngest sisters while the rest of the family is over seas...which has meant sleeping in a different place, getting up earlier (to get the girls to drama camp), and eating at different times. none of which has worked in our favor. over the weekend, noah decided that he had had enough and has been, i'm pretty sure, the fussiest baby in the whole world. he eats, cries, sleeps, cries, and cries some more. if we put him down anywhere to play or just to hang, he freaks out. it's terrible... i'm going to try hard to get him back to our normal routine over the next few days, if i make it through. ryan is working like a mad mad this week (from about 5 am til 6 or so pm), so he won't be around to keep me grounded. :/ some days i can barely handle all of this time with noah by myself... i don't know how single moms/dads do it!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-613444970004609503?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/613444970004609503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=613444970004609503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/613444970004609503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/613444970004609503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/routine.html' title='routine'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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How &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; food tastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The way people think you look cute with a huge belly...not so cute when you aren't preggo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you say "baby" shower? Presents are fun any time of the year, but baby presents are ESPECIALLY fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stretchy pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The hands-freeness of it all (imagine trying to carry two bags of taters with you everywhere you go...inside a huge, awkward box thing with a handle. that's me with noah most days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Daily massages-shoulders, feet, back--yes please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having an excuse for eating anything I want...whenever I want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4240722448993011381?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4240722448993011381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4240722448993011381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4240722448993011381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4240722448993011381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-7-things-i-miss-about-being.html' title='Top 7 Things I Miss About Being Pregnant'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4781085327709428631</id><published>2009-07-09T20:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:15:06.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>image?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"there is no ordinary man. you have never met a mere mortal." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started reading a book recently and came across this quote. what a thought? i have been a follower of Christ almost my whole life, and a believer in the truth of the scriptures...but i'm not sure if this thought ever crossed my mind. the bible says from the start that mankind is made in the image of God. but i'm not sure i've thought about what that means in day to day life. i'm such a black and white kind of a person... usually seeing the world as either this or that, not in between. and i find myself so often seeing people as either believers or non-believers...but all people everywhere in every time have some kind of mark of God on them. something inside of them is bearing the image of God. not sure what that looks like, or what that really even means in the fullest sense. but, at the very least, i know that it should have a HUGE impact on the way i treat those around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4781085327709428631?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8689874531036892217</id><published>2009-07-07T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:20:34.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>silly boy</title><content type='html'>noah has successfully mastered the 3 minute power nap. just enough time for me to take a deep breath and relax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8689874531036892217?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8689874531036892217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8689874531036892217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8689874531036892217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8689874531036892217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-boy.html' title='silly boy'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8326842967870548979</id><published>2009-07-04T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:10:34.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>i feel so boring these days. i was wondering as i sat here what i was doing last year on the 4th of july, so i did some back reading of the blog. i was actually quite interesting back then... not so much now. i just don't usually feel like i have a lot to talk about (on the blog, or in conversations with people day to day even). all i do all day on most days is hang out with a little guy who doesn't quite know how to talk yet. we do have funny conversations, but i don't think he understands what i'm saying...and frankly, he just talks gibberish most of the time! seems pretty normal for a convo with a man, though. ;) anyway, i get frustrated sometimes because i'm around people i like a lot, but i have nothing to talk about. i end up leaving the talk sure that whoever thinks i'm the most boring person in the world...and sure they won't be coming around any more. but some people feel bad for me (or they are stuck with me because they're related), which works out nicely for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept trying to spend a little time today thinking about our freedom. of course, i am mindful of the many men and women who have fought (and are fighting) for the freedom we have in america. i am so thankful to live in the land of the free...and i'm so thankful for those who have maintained that freedom for us today. i wonder what it will be like when noah grows up. will he enjoy the same liberties we do? i hope so, but i fear he will live in a very different america than we do. i'm also mindful of the One who has ultimately given us freedom. freedom from the law...freedom from our sins...freedom from ourselves really. freedom to live...not as one bound up in chains...nor as one with a huge debt to repay. i heard once, "liberty is not the freedom to do as one wishes, rather to do as one ought." i really love any quote that has a word like "ought" in it. you just don't hear that enough these days.. this sentence really struck me and has stayed with me for years, really. and i hope to somehow instill this idea in my children some day. i think the ought-to-ness comes from a heart of love maybe, something i'm a little lacking in these days....which means the ought-to's have suffered and have some how slipped in to "shoulds" instead. shoulds are bad... but oughts are not. there's a fine line between that i'm not sure i have quite figured out. so, why don't you just ponder that for a bit and get back to me when you have it figured out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, well, because i am a boring mommy afterall: noah is turning in to one fun kid to be around. he is starting, day by day, to be more interactive and to be a little happier baby...though, he certainly still has his moments. he spent the day yesterday with pop and bb, and they wore him out! they said he slept most of the time, but he came home sleepy and has been sleepy all day!! we all (ryan, noah and i) got up early this morning and went for a nice little jog together. we checked out the local farmer's market (a little over a mile from our house), and then headed back home, hopped in our car and headed to the REAL farmer's market downtown. i have been wanting to check out both of them for over a year, so i was super excited that we finally got to go. i love the idea of homegrown veggies and fruits and handmade items. i would have fit right in to the early 1900s! we got a great deal on some freshly picked tomatoes and peas! i can't wait to cook them. we also got some homemade pepper relish that i'm pretty jazzed up about... and, last but not least, we got some great ideas of more things to make on my handy-dandy embroidery machine. i've had fun working on it lately! and, ryan's mom is letting me borrow a book she has that tells you how to do pretty much everything with the machine...which is nice, because i have been kind of making it up as i go. as it turns out, i wasn't doing it quite right. but now, i'm a little more in the know about what needs to be going on. hopefully i can do a little more work this week....if a certain little man in my life wouldn't have some kind of 6th sense way of knowing that my full attention is directed elsewhere. i'm not sure how he knows...but he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan and i have been having little conversations about how far we want to space our children (if it were up to us...). i read an article in "parenting" magazine that was giving suggestions, which made me think about it a little more than i had been. i noticed lots of pregnant women out today with their little kiddos...most of them seemed to have 3 or 4 year olds, which is a lot of space. so many factors to consider. what do you out there in the blog world think? what's the best space? we want them to be close...but then do we really want 2 in diapers? i can't really imagine being pregnant again in the next year or so...but then, that's how babies come..hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8326842967870548979?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8326842967870548979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8326842967870548979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8326842967870548979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8326842967870548979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6830803048904659229</id><published>2009-07-01T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:33:06.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no fear</title><content type='html'>the other evening, ryan and i decided to jump on the trampoline with my youngest sister, mollie. we all eagerly climbed up and started jumping. very quickly ryan had us bouncing all over the place...we tried to play the game "crack the egg" with me being the first egg-cracked in less than 10 seconds, and mollie being the second egg-cracked in less than 5 seconds. then ryan got down in the egg position and we could do nothing to crack him. in fact, with both mollie and i jumping with all of our might, he was barely even getting any air. it was pitiful! after a few minutes of this, he decided he would rather jump than be an egg, so he got up and started bouncing like crazy. which, after like a minute, began to scare me quite a bit. i had no control over where i was bouncing and i was afraid he was going to throw me right off the side, accidently of course...so, i sat down and held on to the side for dear life. mollie, who is 14 now, looked at me and said, "when did it happen that we started being afraid of doing things like this? why can't we just go crazy like when we were younger?" &lt;div&gt;what a question to hear from a little sister! i laughed at first, but haven't been able to get it out of my head. when did i grow up and stop having fun? i would love to blame it on being a mom...but i'm afraid it came long before that...i want to shake loose and not be afraid again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6830803048904659229?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5171625993130020821</id><published>2009-06-30T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:07:18.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally figured it out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new embroidery machine almost got the best of me, but I finally figured it all out, I think... Almost as soon as I got started, though, some thread got jammed in the underneath and it stopped working. I called the Singer man up, took it down to the shop and he fixed it in minutes...and for free! I made the right decision in buying it locally! :)&lt;br /&gt;These are a few hand towels I made...I call them hand towels that will actually dry your hands! This is S for Smith (that's me!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SkpfkCI5K_I/AAAAAAAAA2A/7y6EFxXabak/s1600-h/end+of+June+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353196179737357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SkpfkCI5K_I/AAAAAAAAA2A/7y6EFxXabak/s320/end+of+June+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, surprise! C for Crawford... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skpfj8MtXiI/AAAAAAAAA14/2wcjx83F8nk/s1600-h/end+of+June+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353196178142748194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skpfj8MtXiI/AAAAAAAAA14/2wcjx83F8nk/s320/end+of+June+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And N for Nix...a gift for my new sister-in-law..even though I know she doesn't actually read my blog, it turned out so pretty that I wanted to post a picture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SkpfjarBovI/AAAAAAAAA1w/b9ATcaMYeP8/s1600-h/end+of+June+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353196169143100146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SkpfjarBovI/AAAAAAAAA1w/b9ATcaMYeP8/s320/end+of+June+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am in the middle of a blanket for Noah, and then on to making some cute burp clothes. I'm now ready for business, so if you need anything appliqued, embroidered or monogrammed..I'm your woman! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, we found a jogging stroller! We got a great deal on a gently used stroller, which Ryan and I are pretty syked about. We have gone running the past two days...nothing major, but we (mostly me since he's already in shape) are training to run a 5K on August 1st together. It's a good goal for us, and we have just enough time to whip me right into shape for it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skph3CWJKmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/R23Jyw_FBfs/s1600-h/end+of+June+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353198705233701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skph3CWJKmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/R23Jyw_FBfs/s320/end+of+June+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skph2omYEHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/z3VpGnZp8dY/s1600-h/end+of+June+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353198698322464882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skph2omYEHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/z3VpGnZp8dY/s320/end+of+June+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353198709726407682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Skph3TFSbAI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/jlbOSr5WHis/s320/end+of+June+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-5171625993130020821?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/5171625993130020821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=5171625993130020821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5171625993130020821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5171625993130020821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-figured-it-out.html' title='finally figured it out..'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SkpfkCI5K_I/AAAAAAAAA2A/7y6EFxXabak/s72-c/end+of+June+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6429106074997222317</id><published>2009-06-27T06:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:32:46.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>name brand envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;there are two types of people on middle school: those with spiffy and cool, brand name jeans...and those poor, pathetic losers who did not have spiffy, cool, brand name jeans. i, unfortunately was in the second group and i knew it. but i had friends...lots of friends, maybe even all of my friends, were in the first group. they sported brands like bongo and guess and the limited, and oh how i envied them. i wondered how i might get just one pair of jeans with one of those names on the back...play really hard in my jeans and get them all dirty and stained-surely then i could easily convince my parents to buy me a new pair. after all, dirty jeans on a 13 year old reflect not so much on that girl as the girl's parents. good plan, right? not so much... but there was a valuable lesson my parents were trying to teach me in all of this...something about how trivial the brand of my jeans were. at the end of the day, it didn't really matter all that much what kind of jeans i was wearing, i should just be thankful that i had some to wear. while i understand that now looking back, i didn't really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get &lt;/span&gt;it when i was a preteen. obviously, my parents were the only ones who thought it didn't matter because all of my friends had cool jeans! even so, somehow i managed to survive middle school with no name brand jeans, and i'm pretty sure i don't have any lasting scars. but, unfortunately, i am facing a new dilemma as a mommy. for, you see, there are two types of parents now....ones who have sweet, awesome brand name products for their kids, and all the rest of those terrible parents who don't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6429106074997222317?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6429106074997222317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6429106074997222317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6429106074997222317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6429106074997222317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/name-brand-envy.html' title='name brand envy'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5279583912345567391</id><published>2009-06-25T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:29:37.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a new standard</title><content type='html'>having a baby changes your perspective on so many things. one of those things for us is the way we view restaurants. before noah came along, we had two factors that went in to decisions about where to eat: 1) cost and 2) quality. the main question was "are we getting good food for a good price?" now, though, a more prominent question arises: does the restaurant have a "baby changing station" (you know, those big plastic things that come out from the wall that you can change babies on)? i barely noticed these pre-baby, but now it's the first thing i look for. unfortunately, some of my very favorite restaurants are off my list because i had to change noah on the floor of their bathroom. not fun! zoe's, edgar's and even the wonderful urban standard will no longer be seeing the likes of me and mine...nope, we are off to bigger and better restaurants that actually love kids. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-5279583912345567391?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/5279583912345567391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=5279583912345567391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5279583912345567391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5279583912345567391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-standard.html' title='a new standard'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-865947105161640908</id><published>2009-06-24T16:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:39:39.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ughnnn</title><content type='html'>it's funny how frustration creeps into me unaware these days. i am just running along usually, feeling great, and then something sparks my frustration and i am completely overwhelmed with it. it's not a fun feeling when it happens...and this morning was one of those times. 30 minutes of the two of us crying our heads off. he was not happy with me and i was not happy with him. i couldn't figure out what was wrong and he refused everything i offered. not fun! eventually, i had to load him up because i needed to meet ryan with his work shorts..i was terrified he was going to cry all the way, but he enjoyed the ride today (thankfully), which i'm pretty sure had something to do with the temporary new car God has provided us with. the air conditioning stopped working in our trooper last friday morning, and we picked up a "new" car that afternoon. God's timing is so funny sometimes. nick and ryan had decided a while back that we could drive his jeep cherokee (strangely enough-my dream  car when i was younger) while he was in basic training...which is a pretty sweet deal for us. i have been coveting all of my friends' suvs now that i have a kiddo and have to lug 10,000 things with me everywhere i go...and now i have one for a little while. it'll be nice to drive during the heat of the summer and give us a little time to make a decision about getting the trooper fixed. :) and, bonus, noah loves the new ride. the jeep is built to be a bit of a rougher ride (the shocks or something) which bounces us around a good bit more than the green machine does...and noah loves that! so, our day got much better once we got in the car... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-865947105161640908?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/865947105161640908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=865947105161640908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/865947105161640908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/865947105161640908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/ughnnn.html' title='ughnnn'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5724429897940301962</id><published>2009-06-23T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:03:10.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pulling out the tricks</title><content type='html'>noah is a funny boy. he is all about some play time in the morning...which is not always fun for me, mrs. don't-even-think-about-talking-to-me-or-even-looking-my-direction-until-after-8-a-m. the other morning, though, i couldn't help but crack up at my silly little boy. ryan, noah and i stayed in a cute little room at the beach that was just perfect for us, except for the huge windows that pretty much made up one wall of the room. the natural lighting was great during the day, but not so much at 5 am when it woke noah up. he picked up a little stuffy nose from ryan, so he'd wake up having a hard time breathing...or at least, snuffling loudly as he breathed. we hoped he'd clear his nose up himself by sucking in enough, but no such luck. as he sniffed and snuffed, he began to cough a little here and there. you can imagine, *sniff sniff cough sniff cough cough* by this point, he's pretty much awake, so i guess he wanted to let us know by talking to us *sniff cough cough cough "ayyy" sniff "iayyy" cough sniff* ryan and i looked at each other, hoping if we didn't say anything that he might go back to sleep...but then came the sneezing, which he does in series *achoo achhooo acchoo achhoo acchoooo sniff sniff "ayyyyy" cough "ayyyyyyy, ayyy" cough sneeze sneeze "iiiiiiyyy"* i was like, "seriously, noah? go back to sleep." after a few minutes of this repeating itself over and over and over again, he began to whine...i guess to let us know that he really wasn't going to go back to sleep...might as well go ahead and eat, right? so went our mornings at the beach.... (after the first two mornings of this, ryan ended up doing getting up and taking care of the boy so i could sleep a little longer...he's the best! ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-5724429897940301962?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/5724429897940301962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=5724429897940301962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5724429897940301962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5724429897940301962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/pulling-out-tricks.html' title='pulling out the tricks'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4288377203315983576</id><published>2009-06-21T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:05:03.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy the ride</title><content type='html'>"when the smell of poop no longer triggers your gag reflex, you are officially on the ride"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4288377203315983576?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4288377203315983576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4288377203315983576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4288377203315983576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4288377203315983576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoy-ride.html' title='enjoy the ride'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6907166289778002484</id><published>2009-06-19T13:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:55:09.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we're back</title><content type='html'>we had a fabulous time at the beach! we spent lots of time with the family, a little time at the beach, and tons of time relaxing!! we were so sad to come home yesterday, though excited about our weekend full of wedding festivities. it's such a bittersweet time: we saw one brother off to start basic training with the air force, and we will see another brother marry the love of his life...and we couldn't be more proud to call both of these great guys brothers! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully we got some great pictures at the beach, which i will post soon.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6907166289778002484?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6907166289778002484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6907166289778002484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6907166289778002484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6907166289778002484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-back.html' title='we&apos;re back'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4702662766597714990</id><published>2009-06-11T18:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:05:28.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the time has come..</title><content type='html'>that's right. no more fighting it. no more excuses. the time has certainly come to work a little harder to get all of the extra poundage i'm carrying around off. i didn't want to write about it until i knew i actually would do it...but i'm proud to say that i'm on DAY 4 of working out! i have hired a personal trainer. some of you might know him actually; he's a tall, good looking fellow, in super shape, knows all about working out, and happens to be my baby's daddy. i've told him not to go too easy on me because i definitely am in need of someone to push me harder than i push myself. and, so far, he has. we started the week monday with a full body work out, then a walk/jog on tuesday, an upper body work out yesterday and a walk/jog today. i noticed today while i was moving on along that i feel better already at the whole running thing. don't get me wrong, i don't like it yet...and i'm not very fast at all. in fact, i was jogging along today jamming to some john mayer (side note: listening to upbeat music really helps me with the whole running thing) when a dog started barking from a nearby yard. i tried to ignore him, hoping that he'd stay put..but, he decided to join me in my run. not a big deal really, until he passed me and took off ahead of me. and, no kidding, i'm pretty sure that he looked back at me and smiled and stuck his tongue out because he knew there was no catching him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4702662766597714990?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4702662766597714990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4702662766597714990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4702662766597714990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4702662766597714990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-has-come.html' title='the time has come..'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6729729923097426793</id><published>2009-06-08T12:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:12:00.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more snip-its</title><content type='html'>*i am terrible at coming up with titles for my writings. it's ridiculous how much i think about this and how little i come up with. i always want to pick the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; title that will attract people to read more, but rarely come up with anything close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i have spent most of the morning trying to set up my new embroidery machine and to figure out how exactly it works. they offer a class at the store i bought mine from that i am seriously considering taking... it seems complicated right now! all the same, everything is hooked up and ready to be used! i'm super excited and already have lots of ideas...we'll see how they turn out in actuality. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ryan is out of town for the day! he went white water rafting with his brother and dad. nick is one week away from heading out to san antonio to begin his air force training, so they decided to squeeze in a little fun before he moves away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*noah is smiling quite often these days! he is one studly little man if i've ever seen one! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345021390427005346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1Uoq1EIaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/NTxkh1LBXr4/s320/1+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*we have taken him out to the pool twice now. the first time, he was not very happy about his experience:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023342119092594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1WaRcuAXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/QCSzhanr7HM/s320/1+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt; but the second time went much better. personally, i think he likes swimming with mommy much more than with daddy! ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023349585262706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1WatQyuHI/AAAAAAAAA0A/wt0AjxYOoiw/s320/Swimming+(take+2)+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*he is continuing to grow and grow. you might look at this picture and think he's not getting enough to eat...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345023354764790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1WbAjsCcI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bvU7nUQtOpo/s320/Swimming+(take+2)+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but his rolls would say otherwise! ;) he is doing a great job of controlling his head and each day, his neck seems to grow a little bit more. it's at least half an inch now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*it's amazing to watch as God continues to provide for us in spite of our lack of faith at times. i was reminded of this yesterday when God provided for me in a seemingly small way...at least, in a minor detail. as has become commonality for me, i couldn't find a thing to wear yesterday. we were throwing a shower for my soon to be sister-in-law after church and i wanted to look cute...and knew i couldn't wear the same thing i wore to the last shower (which would be just about the only dress that fits me these days)... i tried on at least a million different things and nothing was working for me. i got super frustrated, way too sarcastic with ryan and then threw myself on the bed for a little pity party. after a few moments of wallering (yes, wallering) in how terribly my life is and unshapely my body is, i was struck with an idea for something to wear. i made my way downstairs to see if it would work and it did. i ended up with a super cute dress that i already had shoes and a necklace to match. it was such an unimportant-in-the-big picture sort of a thing, but I was so encouraged to be reminded that God is even in the smallest of details in our lives. as ryan and i struggle to figure out how we will make it through the month, it was nice to see physical evidence that God has not forgotten us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*i have a few more pictures to share from the past two months! (ahhh-our little boy is ALMOST 2 whole months old! where has the time gone?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he loves to sleep in his chair: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1cASFZ5JI/AAAAAAAAA0g/MNhMu1_XAZw/s1600-h/1+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345036373966080610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1iQ03KSmI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1--Jq3rbUfM/s320/1+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029492682908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1cASFZ5JI/AAAAAAAAA0g/MNhMu1_XAZw/s320/1+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1cACOWw3I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZZyrPEhIvDA/s1600-h/1+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029488425485170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1cACOWw3I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZZyrPEhIvDA/s320/1+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves to relax in mommy and daddy's chair..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1d3XyQk_I/AAAAAAAAA04/fIi-6_UEhYo/s1600-h/1+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345031538617652210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1d3XyQk_I/AAAAAAAAA04/fIi-6_UEhYo/s320/1+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and loves to get his picture taken...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1d3Dp46LI/AAAAAAAAA0w/fjcWr7VFaZc/s1600-h/1+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345031533213837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1d3Dp46LI/AAAAAAAAA0w/fjcWr7VFaZc/s320/1+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1d2zoeGsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vAZ7iCRZJ80/s1600-h/1+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345031528912919234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1d2zoeGsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vAZ7iCRZJ80/s320/1+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1gok8BvnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5NsBE3R3c3w/s1600-h/1+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345034582985129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1gok8BvnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5NsBE3R3c3w/s320/1+284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "how about a hawaiian punch??"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1gokYUOaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wGUN6br5UyU/s1600-h/1+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345034582835345826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1gokYUOaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wGUN6br5UyU/s320/1+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1goZD-LQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vRMCScCXMgU/s1600-h/1+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345034579797224706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1goZD-LQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/vRMCScCXMgU/s320/1+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1gn8REoJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vdjUyv79oXg/s1600-h/1+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345034572067545234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Si1gn8REoJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vdjUyv79oXg/s320/1+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6729729923097426793?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6729729923097426793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6729729923097426793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3267319941313695349</id><published>2009-06-02T19:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:08:48.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>i am pooling together all of my birthday money to purchase my very own monogramming machine. ryan and i wheeled and dealed with the singer salesman today and got a great deal on a new machine complete with just about everything i need to get started. i have been enviously eyeing my mother-in-law's machine since she got it a few months ago and decided that this would be the perfect thing to ask for for my birthday. i am super excited about getting started and will soon be posting some pictures of my work! since i am home all the time these days, i am hoping to get a little business going of monogramed and embroidered products...so we will see how that goes. i can't wait to get started!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3267319941313695349?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3267319941313695349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3267319941313695349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3267319941313695349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3267319941313695349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4075287755550011233</id><published>2009-06-01T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:05:50.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a birthing story (finally)</title><content type='html'>now 7 1/2 weeks late, i have finally written about noah's birth...better late than never, right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i began having contractions early on the evening on the tenth...assuming that noah was just fooling me and certain that there was no chance i was in actual labor, i spent the evening eating a large dinner, soaking in water (in hopes of stilling my contractions) and trying to lay very still on the bed. ryan even tried distracting me by putting on one of my favorite movies, but none of these helped. in fact, they all served to build my anger little by little because, no matter what i did, the contractions kept coming-stronger and stronger...aka painful by painful-er! when we decided that they definitely weren't easing up, we began timing them and realized they were just as they should be-coming every 5-7 minutes and lasting just under a minute. prior to actually being at this point in the whole process, i thought i would try to wait around the house for a while, until i was at least 5 or 6 cm and i just couldn't handle the pain any more. as much pain as i was feeling at this point, i was SURE that i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; that dialated, if not more. after arriving at the hospital, however, we learned differently. not only was i NOT at 6 cm, i had not dialated at all since my doctor's appointment days earlier...however, since my contractions were so steady and strong, and my water was "bulging"-they decided to keep me for a bit. so, i spent hours upon hours (it seemed that way, at least...only about an hour and a half in actuality) walking around the 3rd floor of st. vincent's hospital. i got to spend some great quality time with ryan and my mom, as well as to check out all the great door hangers on all the new babies' rooms. i have some GREAT ideas for making some in the future...anyway, in the middle of all the walking, we ran in to the doctor who said that if i wasn't fully dialated by 6 am, then he would cut me open and pull noah right out. since i was already scheduled for a c-section due to noah's largeness, he was certain this would be the way he would come...but, he gave me the benefit of doubt. all that walking helped noah progress, so eventually, they laid me down and got me all prepared for my epidural. after getting that, things progressed a little more quickly and by the time the doctor made it by after his nap, i was nearly to 10 cm. he said he'd let me push for an hour, no longer, and then send me on my way to the o.r. if noah hadn't arrived. i was confident that we wouldn't need an o.r., as my friend &lt;a href="ashleydavis.wordpress.com/"&gt;ashley&lt;/a&gt; had been able to push her first baby out in a mere 30 minutes. i had twice that amount of time to get my little one out, which i worked very hard to do...unfortunately, noah and his big-headed-self were too big and me and my narrow-pelvis self were too small...which meant that he couldn't drop down low enough to even really begin thinking about making his way out. the doctor came in just before the hour was up and said he wanted to see me in the o.r. at that point, ryan, my mom and i all lost it. i think we were all pretty sure he was super close to coming out...and dreaded the thought of the looming c-section. (funny story: the whole time i was pushing, ryan and my mom were on the edge of falling apart, it seemed. they looked so pained the entire time and i even saw a few tears coming from each of them... i was telling them the other day that i kept thinking "pull yourselves together, guys, I'M THE ONE PUSHING MY GUTS OUT!" but, looking back, i understand how much they love me...i'm sure it was pretty terrible for them watching me so agonized and knowing they couldn't help) so, they suited us up and sent us in the direction of the o.r....and everything soon became a blur. i was terrified about going under the knife...and the surgery was incredibly painful for some reason...seriously, i was calling out in pain, something i have never really experienced in my life. after a few moments of me yelling, ryan asked them to give me something to take away some of the pain...which they prompty did...pushing some sort of drugs into my iv which took all of 2 seconds to get into my blood, i guess...because i felt much better immediately. unfortunately, it also made me feel completely out of it. they pulled noah out and talked about how hard it was to get his shoulders out because he really was THAT big...then showed him to me and began the clean-up. ryan got to go watch as they worked with noah, and i stayed put as they stitched me back up. the whole process took less than an hour and we had our little one! 9 pounds 13 ounces and 22 1/4 inches long (surprisingly even bigger than they thought he'd be)...born at 10:55 am on the dot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they wrapped him up and then tucked him in with me and began pushing us to the room.  i was pretty freaked at this point because i knew that they told me to hold onto him, but i felt like i had no real control of any part of my body, so i was sure he was going to fall right off the side of the bed while we were moving. i was so mad at them for giving him to me... later i found out that he was, thankfully, wrapped into my blankets rather snuggly. the boy wasn't going anywhere! we were wheeled right through all of our friends and family that made it out to meet our new son and into our new room (on the 2nd floor...which, was a little disappointing, not quite as nice as the 3rd floor). they promptly sent everyone out except for ryan and my mom, and we had a wonderful little bonding time with our noah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now...7 weeks later, here we are...even more wonderfully bonded and so thankful that everything went well with noah's birth. i get frustrated some times because some people seem to look down on ladies who deliver via c-section...but the truth is, there's no shame. having a baby is having a baby-incredibly difficult work!...i don't there is ANY easy way to do it. and we did it this time the only way we could. otherwise, he would have had to grow old in me...which neither of us would have enjoyed. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4279375988233251458</id><published>2009-05-30T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:14:45.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little frustration</title><content type='html'>it's sad how shallow i am at times...i'm so tired of not having anything to wear. while i knew i wouldn't be back to my normal sized clothing immediately, i didn't think about what that would mean practically speaking. this post-pregnancy body is shaped a little differently that it was before pregnancy...and definitely differently than my preggo body. which leaves me in quite a predicament of not really having anything to wear. i've spent a good bit of the past 7 weeks in a smaller pair of maternity jeans that i dug out of my closet...and then a random collection of shirts (mostly baggy ones that hide the little extra i'm carrying here and there or t-shirts). i think i mentioned before buying a new pair of shorts...which has added a little more variety to my wardrobe. but still-wearing the same things over and over again isn't working for me...especially since none of them are really flattering on my body shape. but, i'm still working on getting down a few more sizes, so i'm going to try to stick it out through these weird stage. but all the same-i'm pretty sick of it right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4279375988233251458?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6874898550459061733</id><published>2009-05-22T08:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:15:41.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a new sound</title><content type='html'>this whole having a baby and being a mommy has really changed my outlook on a few things, the idea of romance being one of those things. i've always been one who enjoys spending a little quality time with the ones i love and, of course, gifts (bring on the flowers and chocolates, baby!). these things speak love to me (gary chapman's five love languages, anyone?)...and they still do, but other things speak love to me now. for instance, changing noah's diaper. after being by myself for hours on end while ryan is working, it means the world for him to change diapers when he is home...because the truth is, we all know that no one actually enjoys changing diapers..it's just not a fun job! especially with a little boy who likes to pee (and sometimes poopie) everywhere as soon as the diaper comes off. it's risky business attempting such a task! &lt;div&gt;another thing that spoke of major love to me happened when we were in the hospital. c-sections are rough on the body, as you can imagine. during my early recovery time, it was excruciating to even attempt to go to the bathroom. and my sweet husband was by my side every time i needed him. nothing says sexy like helping a grown woman go potty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other acts of love: doing the dishes (how does that sink fill up so quick?!)..taking the trash out (like three times a day with all the diapers we go through!)..helping fold the laundry (those little clothes, wash clothes, and blankets take years to  fold!) and one i didn't expect? watching ryan love our little noah. as he holds him close and talks to him, my heart just melts. knowing that the love of my life loves our little boy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; as much as i do speaks love pretty loudly. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so even though the voice of romance sounds a little differently these days, don't get me wrong-i still like the flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6874898550459061733?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6874898550459061733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6874898550459061733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6874898550459061733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6874898550459061733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-sound.html' title='a new sound'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2320702060448834700</id><published>2009-05-20T08:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:02:23.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"freeeeeeeedom!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;if you had passed me cruising down lakeshore yesterday around 2 pm, you might have thought that william wallace was near...but alas, it was me headed to spend a few hours all by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; for a few minutes, i felt a little guilty that i was enjoying being by myself SO much, but then i remembered that it really is okay to want to have a little break every now and then. the strange thing about being a mom is how rare alone time really is. noah joins me when i take showers, go to the potty, eat, sleep, etc. unlike a full time job, there is no off time on the evenings and weekends...and it's a little wearing at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yesterday was my first true outing all by myself. i went and met my mom and sister for a few minutes at brookwood and then just walked around for a while. i got a new pair of shorts because the one bottoms i've been wearing of late are my early maternity pants. while the size of the shorts was a little bigger than i had hoped, i was thrilled to be buying clothing without a stretchy waistband! it's hard not having many things to wear these days. when i was preggo, i loved wearing clothing that showed off my burgeoning belly...but that isn't working out so well now because there's no baby hiding inside the belly that's left! and most of my pre-pregnancy clothes are still a little too small...and, well, i don't really want to buy many new things because i don't want to be at this size forever. but, i need some things to wear... tshirts and old maternity pants aren't going to work EVERY day! it's all such a dilemma. anywho, back to my fun afternoon... :) after the mall, i jetted by the grocery store to get a new thing of mylecon for noah-he's been much more gassy over this past week or so and these drops work wonders!! i just walked around the grocery store for a while enjoying the fact that i didn't have a baby in his huge carrier taking up all the room in my buggy...fortunately, we didn't really need anything since ryan, noah and i had been to the grocery just the day before. but, it was nice to wander freely. after this, i decided to go by babies r us really just to compare the price of the gas drops. i ended up finding quite  a few needful things including one of those sweet mirrors that i can put in the car above noah's carseat so i can see what's going on back there. i'm sure he makes all sorts of funny faces! it will also be helpful in playing the "where did you spit your paci to??" that's a tough game when you are driving down the road with a screaming baby who is demanding you find his paci ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, that was my afternoon...nothing too amazing, but it was still quite enjoyable. thanks, ryan! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2320702060448834700?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ShAjhcJVcwI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XHtNVrdpwaU/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2463271084411363458</id><published>2009-05-16T06:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:33:08.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a new favorite?</title><content type='html'>sometimes noah, like all babies, has trouble controlling his movements. his little arms fly around like crazy causing him to sometimes punch himself in the face, sometimes punch mommy and daddy in the face, and sometimes even punch his sweet great grandma in the face. thankfully, he's not very strong, so this doesn't really hurt and gives us all a good laugh! he also has trouble controlling his legs, throwing them all over the place and kicking like a karate hero or something. this, too, usually gives us a good laugh. it's especially funny when he's kicking all around as he tries to get a good poopie going on. which leads us to the other thing he sometimes has a hard time controlling...when he goes to the bathroom. or maybe he doesn't...could it be that it's all thought out and purposeful? as he gets older, he seems to have fewer and fewer "accidents"...they seem to come at certain convenient times, like right when we are in the middle of a bath, he pees all in the water! or the latest is when someone is holding him. i'm convinced that he only saves this for his most favorite people in the world. the latest victim: his aunt ruthie. he's actually gotten her twice, which makes me think she must be his very favorite. yesterday, the two of us met ruthie at the summit to look at some shoes for this weekend's festivities. okay, actually, i begged ruthie to meet me because i desperately needed someone fashionable to help me find shoes to match my new dress...anyway, i had decided when we got there just to carry noah in, rather than getting his stroller out-it takes such effort and we were only going to be there for a few minutes. and the pumpkin seat by itself is a little awkward to carry around if you don't have something to put it in. so, i just grabbed him and ran in. ruthie quickly helped me find a great pair and asked the saleslady to grab them in my size, while i walked around with noah trying to keep him content. i knew he was working on dirtying his diaper, but it takes him a little while to get it all out so i figured we had a few minutes. right in the middle of this, a friend called who was swinging by to give me something...i told ruthie that i was going to run out and grab it and she offered to hold noah for me. so, i tossed him to her and ran out...i was gone, seriously, no longer than two minutes and by the time i made it back, disaster had struck unbeknowingst to poor, poor ruthie. i think i forgot to mention what my oh-so-fashionable sister was wearing: a very adorable vintage dress, a gift from her dad. not a good mix with our sweet little noah. i should have expected something was up when i returned and he was just chillin' in her lap, looking like the happiest baby in the world. i commented on how much he must love her as i picked him up...and then i spotted it, two big wet spots right in the front of her dress. she was so kind about the whole ordeal and we had a good laugh...but i felt terrible. but do you know noah wouldn't even apologize for the mess?? he just fussed at me like i was the one who poopied everywhere! babies! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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down, he gets really upset. he's a boy who likes to have company around and loves the companionship of someone holding him snuggly. but, alas, this just cannot always be done, so, we lay him down all by himself in his nice cozy cradle and walk away to our own cozy bed, just down the hall (and i really mean JUST..our apartment is tiny!). usually, it will take him a second to realize that mommy is no longer holding him and then begins the crying...some nights, it's only for a minute, other nights it's for 20! when we first brought him home, i said we'd never let him cry over 5 minutes...which is no longer the case. anywho, on the nights that he cries longer, it usually goes like this: cry, cry, cry, silence....cry, cry, silence...scream, cry, scream, silence... and so on. during those moments of silence-which really can be anywhere between 10 seconds and 10 minutes, i find myself trying not to move a muscle...even holding my breath at times, because i'm certain the slightest change of position on my part will be heard by noah, since he's just right down the hall. i guess that means he has the hearing of, say, a dog..because we have a humidifier doing it's thing right near his cradle...and then our box fan doing it's thing right by our bed. the irony is that i'm pretty sure even if he can't hear those little noises, he seems to have a senser of sorts....almost like, "oh yeah, i was screaming my lungs out!" and so he picks right back up where he left off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8141649921202735521?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8141649921202735521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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i sit longing to play on the sidelines. i felt a little like the kid who is picked last for the kickball team-not too fun! second of all, i had to take a bottle of my aforementioned liquid gold because i didn't want to nurse in the middle of the Y. later in the day, while we were walking around the gardens, my mom called and said she wanted to meet us for dinner and then take me, along with my sisters, to get our nails done. i LOVE getting my nails done and have missed several invites recently because the nail salon is just not the best place for a newborn...but, since ryan was off this afternoon and evening, i figured he could easily take noah home and have a boy's night. not a big deal, except for feeding him...thus the reason for my breakdown-i was going to either have to give up another bottle of my precious gold or turn down a mani/pedi trip!! it's times like these where, i must be honest, i start feeling a little trapped...i wish we lived in a country where nursing in public was a little more normal and that i felt a little more natural about it. but the truth it, this place is not built for nursing moms...not the malls, not the restaurants, not the churches. so, how is a nursing mom supposed to make it?! pumping is great and i'm super thankful for it, but i can only pump about 7 or so ounces a day, which is a little more than one bottle for my chunky monkey...and that 7 oz isn't all pumped until the very end of the day...which is good for storing, but not for actually getting out. unless i plan to only go every other day. anyway, it's all a quandry that i haven't quite figured out...but hopefully one day soon! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2923508730261085116?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2923508730261085116/comments/default' 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great, clear complexion...something about the weird flux in hormones post-pregnancy is doing strange things to my face (and other parts of me, too :/). my hope is that as noah's clears up completely, mine will, too!! a girl can always hope, right?? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*last night, ryan and i had a night on the town. thanks to a little company called medela and their wonderful milk pumping machines, we were able to drop noah off with grammie around 4 and go off to have some fun. as it turned out, noah got to have a little treat of his own-dinner with grammie and uncle chris! ryan and i went out to dinner at j. alexanders, which is one of my all time favorite places in the world to eat...we even treated ourselves to a glass of wine and dessert!  and then we went to see ghosts of girlfriends past (thanks, cece!), which was a disappointment, but we still had fun! we missed noah while we were gone, but it was nice to get out! when we got home, we snatched him away and booked it to our place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*noah has been doing really well at night, which we are sooooo thankful for. sleeping only 2 hours at a time was not working for any of us, so i'm grateful we are out of that stage (at least for the time being). he is sleeping 4-6 hours at a time now...and doesn't do the whole crying his eyes out in the middle of the night-he saves that for when we put him to bed right after his bath and late night dinner time. i mean, you'd think we were torturing him by the way he screams when we first lay him down...it's hard on the ears and the heart to listen to, but we think it's best for him, so we do it. being a parent is hard sometimes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pumping is going really well. it's giving me the freedom to take noah out more, and giving others the gift of feeding him from time to time. i have had a hard time stockpiling it, but we finally have a little supply in our fridge...noah cracks me up when i am trying to pump...it's like he is somehow aware that milk is coming out of me and not going immediately into his mouth, and he gets furious! he screams and screams for the first few minutes, sure i am holding out on him. his eyes searching frantically around the room, trying to find the other baby i must be sharing my milk with. but, alas, it's all for him! he insists that i hold his paci in his mouth as he swings, nearly the whole time i'm pumping...which, let me just say, that mr. medela did not make the pumping contraptions for use during such reaching, stretching and moving around that noah requires during this time. the best part-juuuuussstt as i'm finishing up pumping, he drifts off to sleep, dropping the paci and no longer requiring my constant attention and assistance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4115265197523853115</id><published>2009-05-06T08:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:26:27.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i feel like i have so little to talk about of interest now that i'm a mom. i do little more than change diapers and clothing, feed, feed, feed, and rock noah. i was reading the other day something a friend said about having such a high about being a mom that the tiredness and everything else was hardly anything to even mention. i told ryan and we laughed about how we must have missed out on getting that high...parenting a newborn is stressful and frustrating at times. it's so hard to know what to do when noah is crying and crying and crying...i long for the days when he can talk so he can at least tell us what's wrong. every time he cries, it seems we go through a million questions: "is he hungry again?" "is something pinching him?" "does he have a dirty diaper?" "is he hungry again?" "is his diaper on right or is something getting squished down there?" "is he hungry again?" "did he pee through his diaper onto his clothes?" "is he sleepy?" "is he hungry again?!" so it goes...and a lot of times we have no idea. and then i question our capabilities as parents-not so much ryan, he's a great dad! but i wonder where my motherly intuition is-that one that is supposed to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just know&lt;/span&gt; what's wrong with my baby always. it's all a lot harder than i thought it was...i have a much greater respect and aweness of my mom for having six children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4115265197523853115?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4115265197523853115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4115265197523853115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4115265197523853115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4115265197523853115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3690384176673227077</id><published>2009-05-02T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:32:03.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>out on the town</title><content type='html'>noah and i had our first big outing together today. i have been scared to venture out without ryan for a number of reasons, but today was our day! cece called this morning to see if we wanted to go to lunch with her and papa g (ryan worked all day). we started getting ready about 10:30 for our 12:00 meeting, and still ended up being about 15 minutes late. it's just hard to plan with a baby-he ended up eating for 45 minutes! and if there's one thing i've learned, you don't take milk away from a hungry baby! let him eat when he's ready or regret it majorly later!! anyway, we had a wonderful lunch and even got to enjoy the company of roxie! noah stayed awake most of the meal-just looking around at who knows what. he's so funny because while he looks around a lot, he's not very good at focusing on things-like people...you can try to get into his line of sight, but he still doesn't seem to be looking at you. i know, it's a baby thing! (i will say, though, since i know he loves his mamma best ;) that he looks at me a lot, especially when he's eating-my face is just the right distance away then, so he can focus easily, i think!) now that we have ventured out, i feel more comfortable doing it more often...especially now that ryan is back to work full time. i also finally started pumping today (thanks again for your help, jamie! we are ever so grateful), so i feel like that will help us as we get out of the house. i have been a little fearful because it's hard to nurse when you are out and about...i'm not huge on the whole sitting in the car deal, and most places (stores, restaurants, etc) are just not nursing friendly. while i'm not nearly as shy as i used to be about whipping the old milker out, i don't want to make other people uncomfortable. so, now we can take bottles with us and it's not nearly such a big deal. i'm pretty excited about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3011622181988119265</id><published>2009-05-01T09:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:33:29.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo of the day</title><content type='html'>notice the buttons! the proudest grammie:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SfsWCATO5TI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GGOr3k7BMm0/s1600-h/IMG_0155_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330878807619331378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SfsWCATO5TI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GGOr3k7BMm0/s320/IMG_0155_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not actually from today...this picture is from the hospital.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3011622181988119265?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3011622181988119265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3011622181988119265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3011622181988119265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a good report from the doc today. i was a little concerned about whether noah had been getting enough to eat, since he gets hungry so often after eating sometimes...but i need not have worried over such a thing. while the goal for most babies is to regain their original weight by the time he/she is two weeks old, noah weighed in at 11 lbs 1 oz and measured 23 inches long! when the doctor learned that he's grown that much solely on mommy milk, he said that if it weren't for the bird flu, he'd send me to far away countries to feed malnourished children. so apparently my supply is nutritious and plentiful enough for noah! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the doctor we are seeing was ryan's pediatrician and he is just wonderful. he was so funny and had a sweet spirit about him, while at the same time seemed to know what he was doing (he must be good since he's been in the business at least 26 years!). he talked to me a good bit about how things are going on my end and was careful to explain things to me all along the way (like why noah's umbillical cord hasn't fallen off yet and other things)...he also told me that all that stuff you hear about what you need to not eat while breastfeeding is hogwash. he said i could eat and drink pretty much whatever i want...i think his exact words at one point were, "have a few beers, it won't hurt him...just stay away from herorin and you'll be good to go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's some pictures from our visit...notice his shirt, which i managed to get almost in focus, but unfortunately i missed most of his hair in the picture (which is what makes the outfit so funny)..see previous pictures&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329903451934250178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Sfee81OrVMI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZYUkS515Fzs/s320/week+2+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329902701456512962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SfeeRJe118I/AAAAAAAAAy4/ismfHl8OwY4/s320/week+2+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329902703513492466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SfeeRRJQ2_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/RdEr79MvVEg/s320/week+2+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-439580778413191261?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Sfee81OrVMI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZYUkS515Fzs/s72-c/week+2+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-927652266435097463</id><published>2009-04-27T11:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:57:02.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first day on our own</title><content type='html'>ryan went back to work full time today (full time between his two part time jobs) and it has been a little tough without him, especially this morning. noah was super fussy and apparently all he wanted to do was eat...i fed him 3 times between 6:55 and 8:30, and we aren't talking short feedings. he kept pulling away, thinking he was full...only to realize 15 minutes later that he was actually starving still. then he'd start sucking on his little hands like a crazy fella. i cannot believe how much he can eat. by the end of the 3rd feeding, i was pretty sure i was out of milk for the time being, so i had to console his fussiness in other ways. i'm interested to see what the doc will say tomorrow about whether he is getting enough milk. i hope he is, but i worry sometimes that he might because of his hunger binges. on top of all the eating, he refused to take a nap. i've been trying hard to not let him always fall asleep while he's feeding so that he won't get too used to that...but it's hard laying him down when he starts crying a minute later. he gets so worked up, it's just pitiful. and it breaks my heart. but, i think it's the best for him-at least from what i've been reading...we are going to  try it for a while and see how it works for us. we are learning that babies everywhere are not the same, so what works for others might not work for our little one. it'd be nice if there was something that always worked for everyone everywhere, but then-we'd probably miss out on individuals having personalities, and that would be terrible. even at 2 weeks, we can see noah's little personality developing and it's so neat to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-927652266435097463?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/927652266435097463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=927652266435097463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/927652266435097463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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awake and alert more often these days, which is fun. he even smiles at us occassionally, and we'd like to think it's because he thinks we are funny-we tell him jokes and he smiles, it's great! ;)&lt;br /&gt;*we are amazed at how much he goes to the bathroom. in the morning, he seems to have a hard time controlling himself, or he just enjoys the free feeling of no diaper. the routine goes like this usually-he has a dirty diaper, so we start the process of changing that...once he's wiped clean, he starts to poopie, which we quickly grab a diaper, wipe, or the nearest blanket to try to catch some of the poopie (usually to no avail)..once he stops, we wipe his cute little bottom clean and then by the time we grab a new diaper, he has peed all over himself, the changing table, and sometimes even me or ryan...so, we wipe him again and reach for another diaper, only to hear the unfortunate sound of him pooping everywhere AGAIN. what a mess! it's funny to think about happening, but reallllllyyy not fun during the early morning hours. so, we are thinking about starting potty training in a month or so...&lt;br /&gt;*we had some wonderful company today! my dad and bette came by for a visit-noah showed his love by teeteeing through his diaper, onesie AND blanket-soaking even through pop's jeans! pretty impressive stuff! additionally, my cousin jamie came over with her 8 month old twins. we have talked about getting together for months and it just never quite worked out, so i was so glad when she called and said she was coming to surprise us today! her kids are adorable, and catching up with her was great! plus, she told me all about how to use my pump to get some extra milk, which i am quite thankful for! i have been scared to even try because i had not a clue as to what i'd be doing. it was so great for her to walk me through it-i think i know enough now to give it a try when i'm ready. i have been nervous about introducing noah to the occassional bottle for fear he will stop nursing so well...but ryan and i both think it might be worth it, so we will see.&lt;br /&gt;*noah is sleeping better at night, for which we are all thankful. it is crazy that we feel like sleeping 3 or 4 hours at a time is the most wonderful thing in the world right now. but it so beats half an hour or an hour!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1982712980122980555?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1982712980122980555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1982712980122980555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this old man who sat in his car nearly the whole time noah was eating. good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3168982798607534486?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3168982798607534486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3168982798607534486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3168982798607534486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3168982798607534486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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6...hard for me, and i'm sure hard for ryan as he has to leave not only a crying baby, but also a sobbing wife...&lt;br /&gt;i also find myself thinking things are a bit unfair-i mean, most of  the time, i enjoy feeding noah because it means a little special one on one time with him (and i'm amazed at the way our bodies are built for taking care of babies), but i'd be okay with ryan having just one boob...you know, to help out with the feedings every now and then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-58376564735766427?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/58376564735766427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=58376564735766427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/58376564735766427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/58376564735766427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8552768445550495464</id><published>2009-04-21T18:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:36:49.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cesaerian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noah'/><title type='text'>thank  goodness!</title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention in my previous post that i got my staples out yesterday! i was nervous about going to get this done, as i have never had staples anywhere in my body-and, well, the prospect of having someone take them out of me was a bit terrifying. i just kept imagining those little staple pullers that you use at work and how they always rip the paper regardless of how careful you are when you are using them....and imagine that happening to my tummy. not a pleasant thought. i just kept telling myself, "i made it through birthing a baby...i can do this!" even so, i was terrified. i was also nervous about leaving noah with ryan in the waiting room-scared he'd wake up hungry and not be consolable...that's the only drawback about breastfeeding-kinda of leaves daddy in a pinch when i'm not around! anyway, we made it to the doctor fine, albeit a few minutes late (getting a newborn ready takes a little extra time) and way too soon, they called me to the back. the nurse had a handful of tools as she laid me back and prepared my stomach for the removal. i guess i must have looked a bit pale because she kept asking if i was okay. after cleaning me and chatting for a bit about the baby, she apologized for what she was about to do. that's never a good sign, huh? but, as she pulled out her pliars and began to pluck, i was amazed at how little sensation i was feeling. it just felt like a little tug-nothing too terrible. as she finished up, i was tempted to ask her if i could take the staples with me-you know, like a little suvenior..but i lost the courage in the end. after she taped me up-like those thin strips of tape are really going to hold me together-she began to recite all the things i needed to be careful about doing/not doing. at the top of her list, "no sweeping, vacuuming, or mopping for you." thank the Lord! i was so glad to hear that news...because, a week and a half after having my newborn wrestled from my tummy, i have really had a hankering for mopping our house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8552768445550495464?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8552768445550495464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8552768445550495464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8552768445550495464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8552768445550495464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-goodness.html' title='thank  goodness!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1284861768727992287</id><published>2009-04-21T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:05:13.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>glorious sleep</title><content type='html'>we got some much needed rest last night thanks to our wonderful grammie! noah spent the first part of the night upstairs, and then after he got a clean diaper and a full tummy, he went downstairs to spend some quality time with grammie. she stayed up with him for about an hour and then slept with him in "noah's room" downstairs. i woke up a few hours later ready to feed him...when i came downstairs to get him, i discovered he was just getting ready to eat (the body is an amazing thing, huh?). after he ate around 6:00, he was wide awake...so ryan got all ready to take him for a spin around  the block..he loves his car seat-so much so that by the time ryan put him inside and walked down the stairs, he was already asleep. ryan kept him by his side while he did some work on the computer-which allowed me a few more hours of sleep..all in all, i'm pretty sure i got around 9 hours of sleep total-which hasn't happened in a LONG time (since way before noah was born, i think)! i feel like a new person! and now, ryan and noah are napping upstairs and grammie is napping in her room, so i don't feel quite so bad about them staying up with him earlier... 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-956081214323757634</id><published>2009-04-19T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:58:23.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;in some ways today, i have felt like a newborn myself. you know how they say all little babies do is sleep, eat and poop...well, i have joined noah in those activities-he's been looking like he's been having such a good time. for the most part, i have slept when noah was sleeping...ate a little here and there...and, well, gone to the potty a few times. and that has been my day. we did hear very exciting news yesterday-they put a redbox in the walgreens just minutes from our house! ryan ventured out last night and got a few movies for us to watch, which has been nice. earlier, we watched &lt;em&gt;the tale of despereaux&lt;/em&gt;, which all in all was not a bad movie. it has such a good message about courage and not being afraid that made up for any lack in the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, we drove down to the ross bridge neighborhood park and had a little stroll. noah loves his stroller (thanks cece and papa g!)! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvXCbXbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wMA6y9b1UDc/s1600-h/1+week+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539814422142386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvXCbXbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wMA6y9b1UDc/s320/1+week+birthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grammie went with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvA1mGHI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Qj7IAgpTG2Y/s1600-h/1+week+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539808462739570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvA1mGHI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Qj7IAgpTG2Y/s320/1+week+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then...grammie had a cake at her house for us to celebrate noah's one week birthday!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurwOIPiSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Ckx09FBVoRw/s1600-h/1+week+birthday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539819103988098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvoeqqYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FjHb2RhbapU/s320/1+week+birthday+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can see, he was all about the party!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539829210482978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurwOIPiSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Ckx09FBVoRw/s320/1+week+birthday+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvoeqqYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/FjHb2RhbapU/s1600-h/1+week+birthday+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-956081214323757634?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/956081214323757634/comments/default' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeurvXCbXbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wMA6y9b1UDc/s72-c/1+week+birthday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7005301035346979646</id><published>2009-04-18T10:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:55:30.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one week (complete with pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week at this time, i was just coming out of the operating room with our brand new little one snug in my arms! despite the lack of sleep and other ups and downs of parenthood, i am so thankful that we aren't at the hospital any more. i am feeling better and better each day and slowly by slowly, my stitched up tummy is healing. compared to the pain i was in a few days ago, i think i could run a marathon today (that is if i liked running, which i don't)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting ready to head into the o.r. after pushing for an hour...ryan actually was the delivering doctor, or, well, dressed like him at least! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326072434044391794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeoCqPc3UXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ird4UffWogI/s320/Noah!+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;during my first moments with our little one. i was so drugged out that i didn't even know what to think. i was terrified that i was going to drop him because i didn't feel like i had any control over my arms. thankfully, they wrapped him in with me so that never would have happened! those nurses are so smart!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326072436240934578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeoCqXoj5rI/AAAAAAAAAxo/io7eryYhGAc/s320/Noah!+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;presenting Noah Ryan Smith: 9lbs 13 oz, 22.25 inches long!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeoCqlawRCI/AAAAAAAAAxw/TJuAOE-yLfA/s1600-h/Noah!+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326072439941121058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SeoCqlawRCI/AAAAAAAAAxw/TJuAOE-yLfA/s320/Noah!+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today is officially noah's one week birthday! and our night last night turned out to be one big party! ruthie had prom last night and planned to have an after-prom party at the house, complete with a space bounce and unimaginable food! since we knew they'd be late in getting here, hopie and mollie had a pre-prom party complete with the same fun! since we are up all hours of the night anyway, we decided to crash the parties, which turned out to be a great idea. we had lots of yummy (albeit unhealthy) party food at the first party! then our sweet grammie (aka my mom) said she would take care of noah while we got some much needed sleep. sleep is such a luxury these days that we dared not pass her up and quickly headed upstairs to get a wee bit of shut eye, with her promise to call us or come up at the slightest hint of distress in noah. ;) we laid down and not two minutes later, ryan was out like a log! i, however, had the hardest time falling asleep. i think my lack of sleep has caught up with me and i am now so far past the point of exhaustion that i can't sleep-oh the irony! all the same, i got a good three hours of resting my eyes and ryan got almost as much of sleep, both of which we were VERY thankful for!! my mom texted us right around 1 to let us know that the second party was beginning and breakfast was ready. we came down to the biggest feast i've seen-pigs in a blanket, sausage balls, breakfast casserole, fruit and yogurt, strawberries and chocolate, biscuits, and more! we ate until our hearts were content and then took sweet noah up to enjoy some food of his own. the rest of the night was up and down...for some reason noah doesn't love sleeping in his cradle. two people told me yesterday that it is probably because we hold him too much during the day, which i suppose could be the case. we don't like to put him down, and when our arms tire completely out, there are always plenty of other willing people who are begging to hold him... we don't want him to feel unloved! :) all the same, we are going to try over the next few days to put him down when he sleeps, to see if that doesn't help a little.&lt;br /&gt;a few more pictures...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075658209780178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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type='text'>life with a newborn</title><content type='html'>i knew that life would be different when noah got here, but i had no idea how much. he is a wonderful baby, but he's keeping us busy! and when we aren't busy, we are catching up on a little missed sleep. people keep asking when i'm going to put pictures on the blog and i earnestly want to show off our little boy, but i have yet to find the time to do that. right now, noah's asleep and ryan's making us some dinner (what great boys i have!), but i have no clue where our camera and cord is to upload pictures. i did put quite a few on facebook from my mom's computer over the weekend, so check those out...and please be patient for more to come. i will say that noah has got to be one of the most photographed babies around! it felt like the paparazzi was at the hospital with us, so often were flashes going off! we were watching a video of when everyone first got to see noah (as he was getting his first official bath) and there are people all in front of the video camera with their cameras and phones snapping pictures like crazy! it was a funny sight to see...but, what can i say? he's a beautiful baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;noah is a growing boy and is doing wonderfully at nursing! for whatever reason, he latched right on first thing and hasn't stopped since! he eats about a zillion  times a day, which gives us lots of sweet time together. sometimes in the middle of the night, i don't feel at all like nursing, but once we get started, i am always reminded of what a precious gift it is to be able to do this special thing for your child. ryan keeps saying that he is jealous that he doesn't have milk coming out of him-lol!&lt;br /&gt;well, dinner is nearly served, so i better run. but a word for all of you family and friends: we LOVE visitors! please don't feel like you are intruding and come on over and meet this precious baby! he'll take your heart... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7400488884302709328</id><published>2009-04-14T20:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:08:01.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we made it!</title><content type='html'>we are home from the hospital and soooo thrilled to be! pictures to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-7400488884302709328?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1920702208363921142</id><published>2009-04-09T18:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:32:41.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>i'm a worrier by nature, though i lived in denial for many years. these days, i don't shy away from admitting it, and find myself continually turning to the Lord and begging him for peace. as i have neared the end of this pregnancy, i have found myself overwhelmed with worries most days. and now that we have a set date, i find myself filled with anxious thoughts about the impending labor, birth and then life of our little one. but i have decided to procrastinate on worrying any more... i put off everything else when i don't want to deal with it, so why not this? and when those little worries do try to slip in, i try to remember my favorite bible verse from my younger years: "do not be anxious about anything, but in everything with prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. and the peace of God which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1920702208363921142?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1920702208363921142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1920702208363921142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1920702208363921142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1920702208363921142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/04/procrastination.html' title='procrastination'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6400058036945143737</id><published>2009-04-08T04:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:44:11.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>39 weeks</title><content type='html'>we went for our check-up yesterday and i was really hoping to be admitted-sure that i was nearing the time for noah's birth. i got especially excited when my nurse told me that my doc was down in delivery, thinking surely this was a sign that yesterday was the day! while we were waiting for her to come back up, we did another scan and were told that noah's looking to be a little over 9 lbs right now...only an estimate, which can be off by as much as a pound in either direction. that's all well and good if they are overestimating, but if they are underestimating-yikes! during the ultrasound, the tech tried to get a good picture of noah's sweet face, but unfortunately his cheeks were taking up all the room! he's nice and plump, it seems..and "finished cooking" as our doctor put it. after discussing our options for quite a while, we decided to give him one more week to come on his own...if he does, we will see how it goes. the doctor was skeptical, at best, about me being able to push him out at his size (those chubby cheeks are attached to a pretty big head, you know), but she said we could try if i go into labor on my own. otherwise, we will have a c-section next week...it was a tough decision, but we are going with the opinion of our doctor-that's what we pay the big bucks for, right? so, we have a week to get used to the idea, so long as he doesn't come first (which would be a-okay with us). anyone out there with good c-section stories, i'd be glad to hear from you... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6400058036945143737?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6400058036945143737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6400058036945143737&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6400058036945143737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6400058036945143737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/04/39-weeks.html' title='39 weeks'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7648417933534281183</id><published>2009-04-06T09:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:51:47.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little of this...a little of that</title><content type='html'>*guess who is winning her bracket for the ncaa men's basketball championship? this girl right here! i actually picked the final two teams that are in the tourney-now if only north carolina can pull out the win. then i will be the envy of my husband and all those other men who picked based on knowledge rather than intuition...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*over the weekend, we celebrated ryan's grandma's 93rd birthday! nearly the whole family made it in to town for the party and we all went to eat together at a japanese steakhouse. it's always so neat watching them cook your food right in front of you, but i usually end up feeling bad for the cooks who get an older group like ours. they do all these tricks and things to wow their audiences, which works the first time or two you go...but after that, other things become more entertaining and they are left in the dust with their neat little tricks. i think it's always more fun to get a table full of kids-they always are into it! and they are fun to watch as they watch the meal being prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i feel like the pressure is still on for having this little one. i almost dreaded going to church yesterday because i could hear the questions that ryan and i inevitably got.. "you haven't had that baby yet?" "when is he supposed to be here again?" "you haven't had that baby yet?!" we did get a ton of those questions, but i know it's only because everyone is so excited to finally meet noah (as are we). all the same, as jodi was telling me the other day, "it's not like i'm holding him hostage in here or anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my little 2 year old cousin(in law) crawled up to sit with me yesterday. he, like most little boys his age, has the tendancy to hit a little, and he kept trying to hit my tummy...which i'm sure looked quite enticing to him-this big round thing poking out, "is that a ball??" anyway, i kept saying, "no buddy, don't hit. there's a baby in there, you have to be gentle." at first, his eyes lit up and he questioned, "baby??" i tried to explain, "yes, a little baby that hasn't been born just yet..." but he just didn't quite get it. he kept trying to pull my shirt up a little so he could see the baby. it was so adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-7603410841756997558</id><published>2009-04-03T13:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:24:07.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a big mistake</title><content type='html'>i had a brief "am i going into labor?!" panicky moment earlier today. i was having a nice spicy mexican lunch with two of my dear little sisters, trying to induce some natural labor, when i started having strange pains in my stomach. my appetite went away very quickly and was replaced by an imminent feeling of being about to puke my guts out. let me just say, not a pleasant feeling when you are still sitting at the mexican restaurant with the remains of your food before you. finally, we got our check and got out...i walked around a bit, thought about doing a little shopping, bought some amazing new sugar body scrub that maybe just might help my constant itchiness..and i felt much better. the standing up and moving helped, so i assumed that i surely must not be going in to labor. but, the question returned rather quickly when i got in the car to drive home. terrible, terrible stomach pains...but after a moment, i realized that there was no contracting coming with this weird feeling. that's when it hit me: that early morning snack i had might not have been the best idea. i had assumed a little extra fiber could only help the whole process, but i have quickly abandoned any such thought. fiber one bars and pregnancy are not, i repeat NOT, a good mix...especially so late in the game! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5803726084559003581</id><published>2009-04-01T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:09:36.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>38 weeks: a new resolve</title><content type='html'>nearly this entire pregnancy has been filled with people (including and especially doctors and nurses) telling me that this baby is going to come early. he has consistantly measured 2 weeks ahead of his actual age, which doesn't mean that he is actually that age...but it does mean that he has been a big baby all along. ryan and i quickly became convinced that he'd be here early. in fact, we were thinking we'd have an end of march baby. but, march has come and gone and noah is still snug inside my belly. after going to the doctor yesterday and hearing that he might not come as early as we had hoped because i'm progressing slowly, we were quite disappointed. actually, i cried..no maybe sobbed is a better word.. i sobbed for like an hour straight. and i couldn't even talk about why i was so upset... i think i had geared myself all up (i have been having contractions since sunday, feeling quite nauseous since saturday and been all crampy since monday) to thinking that i'd be further along in the whole process than i was. so, not only was i bummed to hear that i hadn't progressed much, i was bummed to realize that all these icky feelings are just the beginning...so, i came home and laid in the bed for a while- having a huge pity party, and then came downstairs to talk to my mom. one thing that is great about moms in this whole pregnancy (and then baby) ordeal, they really understand a lot..because, well, they have been through it a few times before (6 times for my mom! go mom! ;)). i didn't even have to really say anything, she just understood my disappointment. she took ryan and i, along with hopie and mollie, out to dinner at my favorite place-J Alexanders, and then to a movie...it was a great distraction, and by the end of the night, i felt much better. after sleeping with my feelings (which mostly means thinking about them while i couldn't sleep), i have a new resolve. i'm not going to be pregnant forever...noah is going to come, eventually...and, so, i'm going to enjoy every minute of the last few days or weeks of this pregnancy. so what my fingers are swollen bigger than ryan's big toes!? it is nice that noah is so compact right now...i was laughing last night saying that he's so easy to carry around everywhere these days and my hands are free to do whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pregnancy is "the best".... (or so nacho might say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-5803726084559003581?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/5803726084559003581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=5803726084559003581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5803726084559003581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5803726084559003581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/04/38-weeks-new-resolve.html' title='38 weeks: a new resolve'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4917067347658389349</id><published>2009-03-26T09:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:05:11.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, i have feelings, too!</title><content type='html'>the other day, i was at the grocery store buying some things to make dinner. it is a rare occasion that i go to any store alone these days (for a multitude of reasons, a main one being our cars have been acting up and i'm  too afraid i'll get stuck somewhere to venture out! another reason being this silly fear that i will go into labor at some strange place with no one but strangers around the gawk at me!), but this particular day, i had made it out all by myself. i made a list hoping that i could avoid the sudden, random cravings i get when i see something tasty, so that i wouldn't go home with a bunch of junk. i made my way around the store and bought only like two things that were not on my list (and one was for ryan even!). when i finished picking up everything i needed, i headed to the shortest check out line and proceeded to empty my buggy onto the little belt thing. the cashier was a young guy, likely still in high school, but possibly in his first year of college...and he wasn't super friendly. i think he might have asked how my day was, but didn't even listen to my reply, as he was focused on his friend who was working a few registers behind him. there were a couple of ladies (at least my age, likely a few years older) checking out at his friend's register and my cashier was busy checking them out..he hollered out to his friend in a whiny voice, "how come you always get the hot girls in your line?" i know i'm an old, married woman who happens to be 9 months pregnant, but hello! can't i be "hot", too?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4917067347658389349?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4917067347658389349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4917067347658389349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4917067347658389349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4917067347658389349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-i-have-feelings-too.html' title='hey, i have feelings, too!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3376162486782003812</id><published>2009-03-25T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:40:14.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks</title><content type='html'>it is wonderfully amazing and completely terrifying that i now could go into labor at any time and have a "full-term" baby. in fact, not only could i go into labor at any time, but my doctor told me yesterday that she really is hoping i will go into labor this very week. noah is continuing his steady little growth pattern which means he is getting bigger and bigger. i had to laugh at our doctor yesterday when she measured me and her only response was, "woooo...he certainly still is growing!" yay for noah-he might even exceed the 87th percentile size if he continues to stay in me the next couple of weeks!&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i'm not ridiculously uncomfortable yet... only pretty uncomfortable. i have  this  terrible itch-thing going on with my skin that is driving me nuts! it's especially bad on the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands, but at night, travels up and down my legs. there's no rash or anything, so we are assuming it's just the swelling/fluid build up around my nerves (quite common, says my doc). it's irritating, but i keep thinking that i could be much worse off pain-wise.&lt;br /&gt;in other news, ryan started an additional job this week. he is such a trooper. i think he'd work just about any job just so that he could  take care of noah and i...this new job is far from his dream job, but already, he is working hard and getting comments  from co-workers about what a great job he's doing. i'm so proud! :) it's odd, though, that he is working more or less full time now (20 hours at the new job, 20-25 hours training)...we don't get to spend as much time together. but, such is life, i suppose...welcome to the real world, right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3376162486782003812?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3376162486782003812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3376162486782003812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3376162486782003812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3376162486782003812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/37-weeks.html' title='37 weeks'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3623788855245523442</id><published>2009-03-19T07:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:13:20.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>am i in labor?? part 1</title><content type='html'>i have been terrified of not really knowing when THE moment will happen, and just as equally as scared of having to call the doctor/nurse and tell them i think it might be happening. knowing that many, many women have struggled with this issue hasn't helped me in the least.. in fact, it has made me even more terrified as i had hoped not to be THAT patient. but, alas, i became her yesterday evening. it all really started early yesterday morning, though. i woke up with a terrible lower back ache. while waking up with weird aches is the norm these days, lower back pain has not been something i've had to deal with. but, no big deal, i just thought to myself, "stupid pillows" and went on with my day. i spent a good deal of time on my feet, still trying to get everything ready for noah's arrival. my back hurt a little more and a little more, until eventually i decided maybe i should rest for a bit. putting my feet up really helped, so i figured it really was not a big deal. i got up and went on with the rest of my day...doing some more work aorund the house, a little baking, and trying to finish the edging on the little blanket i'm making for noah's bassinet. well, not surprisingly, my back started hurting again in the midst of all of that. it was a pretty terrible pain, but still the word "labor" was far from my mind. i told ryan about it and asked if he'd help me stretch my legs-thinking maybe it was the infamous "i.t." band he is always talking about. so, he helped me to the floor to lay down and started stretching my legs out-which hurt like nobodies business! and unfortunately, did very little to help my back. in fact, when he had me laying flat on my back, i was in unspeakable pain (for all of like 30 seconds, when i informed him that i would not be lying like that and he'd have to stretch me another way). well, he got me up (which was the feat of the day!)...and we went into the kitchen to sit for a while. my mom came in and i was telling her that my back was hurting, you know, just making conversation...and she was like, "oh my! call the doctor you might be going in to labor." me, being the ever wise one (okay, actually the aforementioned terrified one), said that surely i was not going in to labor and by no means would i be calling the doctor. however, she, being the one who actually has been in labor before...6 times...talked me in to calling, just to check. so, i called and reached the after hours line, which i thought was my ticket out of this whole silly thing, but no way...they have a different number on the answering service for pregnant patients to call, so...i called. i left a message for a nurse/doctor to get back with me, letting them know what i was feeling. they quickly called me back and asked me again to explain my pain...and after deliberation, decided i was probably not going in to labor. thank the Lord! she said take some tylenol, a warm shower and drink lots of water=probably just muscular because of this big baby pulling on me. i felt better after doing this, so i'm assuming she was right...no labor for me just yet.&lt;br /&gt;but, it did make us all that more ready for D-day. my mom was stoked and ryan, well, i think ryan might have been freaking out a little. he refused to leave my side for a while and kept watching me for the next hour or so, just to make sure. and, he asked me like fifty times if i was okay, how my back was, was i feeling better, etc. what a guy! :)&lt;br /&gt;so...all that to say, the moment wasn't nearly as bad as i thought...and for all you preggers out there, don't be ashamed if you find yourself in a similar boat...that's what those nurses and doctors are there for. she didn't even laugh at me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3623788855245523442?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3623788855245523442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3623788855245523442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3623788855245523442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3623788855245523442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-in-labor-part-1.html' title='am i in labor?? part 1'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3856703542780236718</id><published>2009-03-18T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:12:37.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why, oh why?!</title><content type='html'>why in the world is it that when you go to the salon to get your haircut, and you get an incredibly cute new doo...that it is impossible to ever style it like they styled it?? impossible to ever get the same wonderful look until next time you visit the salon?? it's such a bummer, in some ways, to even get a great haircut because, while you can enjoy it for the day, there's that thought ever present in the back of your mind "it will never look this great again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3856703542780236718?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3856703542780236718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3856703542780236718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3856703542780236718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3856703542780236718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-oh-why.html' title='why, oh why?!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4321578558978009605</id><published>2009-03-16T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:15:39.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep-shmleep</title><content type='html'>a quick recap of my night last night:&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm-finally decided to call it a night&lt;br /&gt;12:16 am-had to go to the potty&lt;br /&gt;1:34 am-had to go to the potty again&lt;br /&gt;1:40 am-after being so rudely awaken by my bladder, my stomach starts rumbling&lt;br /&gt;1:46 am-roll out of bed and into the kitchen to have a little snack-1/2 a zone bar, Mmmmm! get back in bed only to have some kind of crazy allergy attack in my sinuses. something was super irritated and i couldn't seem to get away from it...&lt;br /&gt;2:15ish am-finally fall back asleep&lt;br /&gt;4:30 am-wake up to ryan's alarm and run to the potty before he can get in there&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am-wake up to ryan's kiss as he leaves...lay in bed away for a good half hour, maybe longer...debating about whether or not i should have another snack because once again-STARVING!&lt;br /&gt;7:40 am-awoken by the sound of little dogs yapping right outside. i go to the potty, and then open our back door and yell at them to "shut up now!" which, miraculously, actually worked. i didn't hear another peep from them! (those dogs bring out the worst in my whole family! it's terrible)&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am-decided to get up and have some breakfast, which turned out to be suprisingly tasty. my mom took hopie to try to get her permit this morning and brought sausage biscuits home for the whole crew and a few breakfast potatoes (which were AMAZING). sure, not the healthiest meal, but i DID have a zone bar earlier this morning! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4321578558978009605?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4321578558978009605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4321578558978009605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4321578558978009605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4321578558978009605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-shmleep.html' title='sleep-shmleep'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6773219594815303029</id><published>2009-03-14T11:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:30:45.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a good reminder</title><content type='html'>since moving back to alabama, we have gotten to visit several different churches in addition to going back to our home church. this has been a neat experience for us...i think before we moved, we didn't really feel the freedom to visit elsewhere, nor did we really even have a desire to anyway. but after being a part of a different church tradition in colorado, we have felt the Lord stretching us and leading us in different ways now that we are back home. not to say that we are leaving our home church, but we have enjoyed being a part of some different types of services here in birmingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the churches we have visited a few times now is an anglican church. it is the same denomination as the church we attended in colorado, which is on of the things that drew us to it. plus, we just kept hearing about it from here and there, and decided that maybe the Lord was leading us to visit. and so, we have. one of the big questions for us in visiting different churches has to do with titheing. should we only tithe at our home church? since ryan gets paid bi-monthly, if we aren't at Southcrest that sunday, should we wait until the next time we are there to tithe? or should we tithe wherever we are. after giving this subject much thought, we decided that a tithe is really unto the Lord, not necessarily unto a church...and since we are following his leading as we visit here and there (or we think we are, at least), then maybe it'd be okay to tithe wherever we are. this decision was affirmed for me when i was writing out our tithe check this last week. we were visiting the anglican church...which is named Christ the King, so in the "pay to the order" box, i wrote "Christ the King." i smiled to myself as i thought about how strange that looked, me writing a check out, seemingly straight to the Lord. but it was a good reminder that He is really the one we give our offerings to...the church is merely the handler of the funds. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6773219594815303029?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6773219594815303029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6773219594815303029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6773219594815303029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6773219594815303029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-reminder.html' title='a good reminder'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3891409561919239670</id><published>2009-03-11T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:58:43.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, every day, we are getting closer and closer to the big day! I went in for my check-up yesterday and all is still well. I told my doctor that I had been having some pressure-type feelings in my lower abdomen, but feelings that didn't seem to be contractions (because my stomach doesn't get tight)...after checking things out, she said, "Well that doesn't surprise me since you are 1 cm dilated and his head is right down there pressing on you!" Well, there you go.. I was surprised to hear that things are already on there way, but not too freaked out because she said it's not a fast process from here. Which, really, is a good thing since he needs a few more weeks in the oven to for his little lungs to develop fully. All the same, it was comforting to know that my body is preparing for labor even now (because there was always this little fear in the back of my mind "What if I never go into labor?! What if Noah decides to stay in me forever?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of getting things checked out by my doctor, I got a Group B Strep test-lemme tell ya, fun stuff ladies....and an ultrasound-which actually is fun stuff. I did not know that an ultrasound was in the plans when I went in, but was thrilled when they sent me that way. The tech did some measuring of Noah and, not suprisingly, we learned that he is already around 6 lbs 12 oz! (Of course, that is an estimate and could be off a pound or so either way, they say) He is in the 87 percentile for size, so we are proud to say that Noah is already ahead of his peers! We just knew he'd be a smart one! ;) Anyway, it is a little scary to know that he's only going to get bigger from here...especially if the bigger starts to be 9 lbs or more. That's a big baby, I'm just saying. I mean, a friend of my mom's recently had a baby-carried her just about 40 weeks and she weighed 6 1/2 lbs at birth! So...yeah... our little over-achiever! ;) So, all in all, we are hoping that I will go into labor before he gets too big, but not before! Which, speaking of, I am pretty sure I had a couple of contractions yesterday afternoon...not a pleasant feeling, which is a bummer because &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; (the books) say that pre-labor contractions (aka Braxton Hicks) are not painful, but this was not the case for me. :/ Oh well, back to what I said before, it is good to know my body is getting itself ready for labor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3891409561919239670?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3891409561919239670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3891409561919239670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3891409561919239670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3891409561919239670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/35-weeks.html' title='35 weeks'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6530623664099931858</id><published>2009-03-10T07:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:13:17.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing like waiting until the last minute</title><content type='html'>yesterday, we were finally able to go and get the rest of the fabric for the nursery. i'm glad that we weren't able to get it until now, because they had some new fabrics out that were really great! so, we picked out some new things and came home ready to start sewing. under my mom's suggestion, i bought a pattern a few weeks back and have been trying to study it...but unfortunately i have no idea how to even start reading one and it's much more difficult that i thoguht it would be. so, i just looked at the pattern for a bit yesterday, then ventured off on my own-envisioning exactly what i wanted to do. a lot of times that produces a not quite perfect result, but i'm quite delighted with what i've done so far. project #1: a bumper for the bassinet-don't want noah bumping his little head! and a blanket/quilt for the bassinet. here are a few pictures of the fabric (sorry the lighting is so terrible!):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311560484171256802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SbZ0HlYHk-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OhK6Unc6wng/s320/Noah%27s+bedding+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311560480849736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SbZ0HZANMpI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cOhRYQNCDH4/s320/Noah%27s+bedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then here is a picture of what i've done so far with the bumper...obviously still a work in progress:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311560487892717074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SbZ0HzPYjhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4G9jwaNRLBI/s320/Noah%27s+bedding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even though it will take time to get everything done, i'm super excited about the process. i love love love making things, and this is especially fun! i'm stoked about having a sewing machine at my disposal again (sadly, both my mom and i had lost the power cords to our sewing machines, so we've had nothing to use for quite a while. thankfully, she sent me out last weekend to buy a new sewing machine!). well, i'm off to work now!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6530623664099931858?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6530623664099931858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6530623664099931858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6530623664099931858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6530623664099931858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-like-waiting-until-last-minute.html' title='nothing like waiting until the last minute'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SbZ0HlYHk-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/OhK6Unc6wng/s72-c/Noah%27s+bedding+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-4701709405280137315</id><published>2009-03-05T09:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:45:27.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got cleaning fever!</title><content type='html'>actually, i think the technical preggo term for this is "nesting." good thing i'm not quite far enough along to be going in to labor, because i might be questioning things a little more then (i've heard that it tends to get really bad right around when you go into the labor.."if you're on your hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, you just might want to think about heading to the hospital because you are probably in labor.." i heard from a nurse). anyway, we got home last night from "church" (which was more a fellowship dinner than actual church) and i went crazy cleaning the apartment. i haven't really felt like cleaning, well, ever in life...but especially not lately, so i figured i better take advantage of my mood and get some things done. i have a dear, sweet husband who doesn't like to see me cleaning alone, so he jumped in and we finally got a lot done around our little place. as we prepare for noah's arrival, we are going to have to move quite a few things around...and before things can be moved around they need to be clean and organized...and they certainly are getting  there! i even scrubbed the sink and toilet clean, which is a pretty big deal around these parts! there's a few more things on the cleaning agenda, and i'm still kind of feeling it, so i'm going to hop to it! later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-4701709405280137315?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/4701709405280137315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=4701709405280137315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4701709405280137315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/4701709405280137315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-cleaning-fever.html' title='i&apos;ve got cleaning fever!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8202772418687086542</id><published>2009-03-02T15:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:55:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that in a mere 6 weeks time, we will have little Noah in our arms! We went to the doctor today and measured right at 36.5, which is still a little ahead of where we actually are. My doctor said, "Ohhh yeah-he's definitely getting bigger!" We start going to the doctor once a week now, and next week we'll get a estimate on how much he is weighing. It's definitely setting in that our baby is coming SOON! 6 weeks is not that long at all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our baby shower yesterday, thrown by some sweet ladies from church. We got a ton of great things, including all of our big things (a car seat and stroller, a pack n play, a swing, a jumped, a vibrating little chair, and even two high chairs-a stationary one and a packable one) and a ton of the other little necessities! I was blown away at all of the people who love us and will certainly love little Noah. What a blessing!! Here's just a few pics from the shower: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sweet group of ladies who hosted the party:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308726762074433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Saxi3P8OZ0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/K6DdcltLlMQ/s320/Noah%27s+Shower+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ryan and i: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308725340967122658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Saxhkh51tuI/AAAAAAAAAwo/42e3k3XgYN8/s320/Noah%27s+Shower+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a few of the fun gifts we got:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308726764736485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Saxi3Z26GmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GwAaeql-840/s320/Noah%27s+Shower+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just being silly:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308725345362859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SaxhkyR3VBI/AAAAAAAAAww/v8q67O4Yi2Q/s320/Noah%27s+Shower+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The shower was great! It was fun to catch up with people I hadn't seen in a while and to talk more with people I see often... :) Plus, I'll be honest, getting presents is always fun! I think this shower was actually a little more fun than my wedding shower because of all the sweet little gifts for Noah. He's going to be one spoiled little boy! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8202772418687086542?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8202772418687086542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8202772418687086542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8202772418687086542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8202772418687086542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/34-weeks.html' title='34 weeks'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/Saxi3P8OZ0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/K6DdcltLlMQ/s72-c/Noah%27s+Shower+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1702575078873810712</id><published>2009-03-01T08:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:29:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kickfest (33.6 weeks)</title><content type='html'>one of THE most amazing things ever, i think, in my life, is feeling this little one inside of me moving about inside of me. kicking around, somersaulting about, and having huge hiccups at least once a day-it's incredible! i love to put my hand over my stomach and feel him push against me, and i think about he might be a hard headed little boy some days-pushing and demanding his way. but once he is old enough, he will learn... i also think he might be a shy little one, because everytime i call across the room for daddy or grammy or cece or aunt mollie to come over and feel him moving about, he stops as soon as their hand hits my belly. it may be a little more than shyness, perhaps some sillyness-which surely he gets from his mommy and his pop. i was visiting with his pop (my dad) yesterday and was reminded again why i love being around him so (okay, there's a multitude of reasons, mainly simply because he's my dear old dad). but we always laugh at each other. even when no one else gets our jokes, or no one thinks it's funny, i know i can always be sure that he will laugh, and not pityingly, but because he actually thinks i'm funny. humor is one of my favorite things! and it's sure to be one of noah's, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1702575078873810712?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1702575078873810712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1702575078873810712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1702575078873810712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1702575078873810712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/03/kickfest-336-weeks.html' title='kickfest (33.6 weeks)'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2550104645992286305</id><published>2009-02-24T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:37:49.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning to be empathetic</title><content type='html'>last night we had our last parenting class. while we learned a lot, i'm not sure that we still feel completely prepared for parenthood...and honestly, i don't know that we ever will. some things you just learn as you go, i suppose. :) ryan, along with all of the other pappies, did get to wear the empathy belly last night for all of about 30 seconds. though he has been nothing but kind throughout this pregnancy, there was still something wonderful about seeing him bogged down with a belly similar to mine. granted what he was wearing only weighed about half of what i'm carrying around these days, but oh well. it made for a good laugh!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306496645645989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SaR2lY2H9iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zitiuxnTgmY/s320/Ryan%27s+Birthday+and+Empathy+Belly+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2550104645992286305?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2550104645992286305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SaR2lY2H9iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zitiuxnTgmY/s72-c/Ryan%27s+Birthday+and+Empathy+Belly+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8477602168425669982</id><published>2009-02-22T16:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:19:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>score!</title><content type='html'>i found the cherry 7-up i've been so desperately searching for! of course, i should have known that target would carry such a wonderful product. i am enjoying some even as i write this, and it is SOOOOOO yummy...everything i had hoped for and more! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8477602168425669982?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8477602168425669982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8477602168425669982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8477602168425669982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8477602168425669982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/score.html' title='score!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-776047531975179522</id><published>2009-02-18T16:36:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:18:56.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these are a few of my favorite things:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZybxL8tU5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/9k8bas9cdTc/s1600-h/Palmers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304285730458915730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZybxL8tU5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/9k8bas9cdTc/s200/Palmers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the ridiculous baby name book (side note: why do all baby books claim to be the best? is there no standard for this award-something that truly would make one the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;??), this lotion set really is wonderful! There is a lotion and massage cream that claims to prevent stretch marks. While I know that no lotion can actually do this, it makes me feel better when I slather my belly each day with it! And, I have had horrible itch problems since day one of this pregnancy..the only thing I have found that has really helped is the itch spray that came in this little package. AMAZING stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZydWk0np0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/KrPe3iWyGN4/s1600-h/Zaxbys-logo-2007-059x33.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304287472302663490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZydWk0np0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/KrPe3iWyGN4/s200/Zaxbys-logo-2007-059x33.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have had few cravings over the course of my pregnancy, but this is one thing I can NOT get enough of. When we were still living in CO, my mom would talk from time to time about going to eat at Zaxby's. The mere mention of the word made me want some SO bad to eat. Greasy chicken, crinkle cut fries and that ridiculously good sauce. Honestly, the sauce is really what actually does it for me...but I can't really figure out what else it'd be good on, so I just stick with Zaxby's food. I have probably eaten my weight in it over the past two months. Seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZygtmmSTcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sDijoomhWpk/s1600-h/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304291166451289538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZygtmmSTcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sDijoomhWpk/s200/jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not working very much affords me the opportunity to do quite a bit of reading. While you'd think that'd be an excellent chance for me to catch up on some academic, or at least some form of brainy, reading, that simply is not the case. I have been really into what I call "books that don't make me think too hard" aka twaddle aka junk really... Anyway, this is one of the author's that I have been reading...currently, I'm about to start Picture Perfect. While riskae at times, these books bring up very interesting moral and ethical situations and questions...so there is maybe a little thinking that happens after all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZyiv-kqpBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1ulykgWa_do/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293406269940754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZyiv-kqpBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1ulykgWa_do/s200/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubbly! I really cannot get enough of this either. It's not neccesarily cokes that I crave, though I do love them...but really any kind of carbonate drink. My preference would be &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZyiRSgiNcI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Fq-rR0gYqe0/s1600-h/cherry+7-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292879045375426" style="WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZyiRSgiNcI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Fq-rR0gYqe0/s200/cherry+7-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I have had the worst time in finding any. I can't find them in the grocery or the gas stations. I just looked on the 7-up webpage (not because I'm a freak but because I was trying to find a picture) and saw that they are now advertising cherry 7-up with antioxidants. Does it get any better than that? I mean, that means it will be practically a healthy drink: no caffiene, fruit, AND cancer fighting power! If anyone comes across a pack of these, please buy it and send it my way-I'm a desperate woman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZykdWMO-aI/AAAAAAAAAwA/YPbSKptDpIY/s1600-h/bellylaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304295285215656354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZykdWMO-aI/AAAAAAAAAwA/YPbSKptDpIY/s200/bellylaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is hilarious! A friend was telling me about it recently, so I found it the other night while we were hanging out at the book store. I sat in a cozy chair and read half the book while Ryan and Mollie were looking at other things in the store. I was so sad to when it was time to leave because I hadn't finished the book. I decided I'd try to check it out at the library, but then it ended up not being there. So, a few days ago, Ryan and I needed to waste a little time between our doctor's appointment and our class, so I talked him into going and hanging out at another book store. I found this book, sat my self in another cozy chair and read the rest of it. I literally was laughing out loud at the stuff I read. It was only so funny because it's so true! It's all about the ails of pregnancy...Every pregnant woman should read it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZykdWMO-aI/AAAAAAAAAwA/YPbSKptDpIY/s1600-h/bellylaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-776047531975179522?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/776047531975179522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=776047531975179522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/776047531975179522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/776047531975179522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='these are a few of my favorite things:'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZybxL8tU5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/9k8bas9cdTc/s72-c/Palmers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8916894009629135661</id><published>2009-02-17T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:11:11.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks</title><content type='html'>*i had my check-up yesterday and all is well. they were super fast-we were in and out within 20 minutes! and since i'm going every two weeks now, i don't have to get my finger pricked all of the time-which is wonderful!! i was a little disheartened to discover that my scale at home has failed me. it had me thinking that i had been doing wonderfully with my weight since my last check-up, only to discover that i had gained twice as much as i had thought! i'm pretty sure the nurse might have had her foot on the scale behind me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i did visit my grandparents-in-law today and was pleased to hear grandpa say, "well you haven't hardly put on any weight, have you hon?" i laughed until i realized he was serious! then i just wanted to give him a big hug!! what a kind fella! then when i said i had actually gained quite a bit of weight, certainly more than i had anticipated, granny said, "but you were so thin before, it's no wonder." what kind, kind people! a welcomed change from someone in my family who always is quick to comment on how large i'm getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God has once again provided for a few of the little things i needed in life, which is a good reminder that He will certainly provide for all our needs. my sweet mom took me to gap yesterday and bought me a brand new pair of maternity jeans. this was after we had a morning of laughing at how short the ones i was wearing were. i certainly looked ready for the floods! they were so bad, in fact, that as we were walking around after buying them, she recommended i go to the bathroom and go ahead and change into them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my fingers have finally done that swollen thing they tend to do on pregnant women. i was reading this weekend about how it's a good idea to take rings off before you're fingers get so fat that they have to be cut off....and then, yesterday morning i got up with sausage fingers. with much difficulty, i twisted my rings off and had a sad little ceremony as i placed them in a safe place. i later realized that i look a little funny with a big belly and no rings on my finger. people look at my preggo belly and smile, then glance down at my bare hand and shake their heads... oh well, at least my rings will stay intact and my finger has no danger of falling off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we toured the birthing suites at st. vincent's last night with our class. they are wonderful and i am so thankful we chose st. vincent's as our hospital for delivery! it did make the whole thing even that much more real.. seeing where we will actually have noah, how they will take the bed apart for delivery, where they will put noah after he's born to do all the tests, etc. it's all "pretty dang exciting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i've been craving carbonation like no one's business! and zaxby's still...can't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleep is not going well right now, but there is new hope on the horizon. being getting up to potty, noah kicking, my ribs and back aching and my stomach growling, it just is not easy sleeping. but, my doctor offered some helpful tidbits yesterday, and a body pillow is on it's way to me very soon! i have friends who swear by them, so maybe this will be the answer for me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8916894009629135661?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8916894009629135661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8916894009629135661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8916894009629135661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8916894009629135661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8535863312174045867</id><published>2009-02-14T15:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:41:17.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, captain obvious!</title><content type='html'>last night, ryan and i went to a yummy dinner with some friends, bertha and ricky. during the course of dinner, bertha was sharing with us about an odd sensation she was having in her head-something akin to ringing,  but more like a waterfall sound. i immediately suggested that we google the symptoms she was having to see if we could diagnose the cause (afterall, that's what i do with all my wacky pregnancy symptoms and i have found it quite helpful...it's always nice to know what the very worst disease my symptoms could lead to is, you know!). so, we accessed the internet on our phones (isn't technology wonderful?) and googled away. our answer: it could be high blood pressure, but who really could know unless we got it checked. as it happened, there was a fire station just across the street from us. after much indecision, she decided we should go and just get them to check it on our way out. as it turned out, her blood pressure was quite high, totally abnormal for someone who tends to have what they call great blood pressure. so, we were sitting there, chatting with a few of the fireman, seeing what they suggested she do...even as we awaited a call  back from her doctor. another fireman came in after a few minutes, one quite younger than the rest and began to ask what the diagnosis was. we quickly filled him in-high blood pressure. he asked bertha what kind of symptoms she was having and she began explaining the whole waterfall in the head feeling that she had going on. he quickly responded with, "oh, that's because you have high blood pressure, mam!" thanks man! ;) anyway, he further went on to say something about how she really should go to the er and get everything checked out to make sure that nothing was about to bust loose in her head. his delicate way of putting it freaked us all out a bit and we quickly arose and headed in that direction. thankfully, everything is fine with my friend. and now we know just the place to go when we are having odd symptoms-the fire station. not only to get a helpful diagnosis, but also a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *names changed to protect to innocent*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8535863312174045867?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8535863312174045867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8535863312174045867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8535863312174045867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8535863312174045867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-captain-obvious.html' title='thank you, captain obvious!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-9173356852279534717</id><published>2009-02-13T09:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:18:46.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little math</title><content type='html'>6 hours: time needed to be spent working in our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;5 days past the expiration date on my license.&lt;br /&gt;4 trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;3 pounds i've gained in the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;2 naps in one day.&lt;br /&gt;all together = 1 tired pregnant girl! (and it's barely past 10 am!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-9173356852279534717?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/9173356852279534717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=9173356852279534717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/9173356852279534717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/9173356852279534717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-math.html' title='a little math'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-591526397533194388</id><published>2009-02-10T07:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:50:20.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm amazed at how time seems to be passing so quickly these days. in 9 weeks or so, little noah will be here! in fact, while clipping coupons yesterday, i came across this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301178444727055378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZGRtWjp9BI/AAAAAAAAAug/wvWEeopWU9I/s400/February+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a coupon for diapers. the expiration date: March 31st. i thought, "oh my! we could very well have a baby who needs to wear diapers by then, or at least we will very soon after then!! ahhh!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can tell he is getting bigger and bigger because he is rolling around inside of me with more and more force. not only can i feel him moving on the inside, but now i can look at my tummy and see him moving from the outside, too. it's like a little alien is inside me! it's a very, very strange feeling! last night i'm pretty sure he was flipping somersaults or something in me...i thought for a minute he might pop right out of my belly button!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's an update on the baby bump:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301176392636295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZGP157F6lI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_mPyr89yhaw/s400/February+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have made little to no progress on the job and house front. it is working out for me to work at the school here and there, which is nice. but i do so hate waiting on someone to get sick and cheering inside when they do, but it's all a balance! ryan has had a few potentials and we haven't really heard anything about any of them. he is still working at the gym this week-which again is nice, but unfortunately we know will not go on forever. our hope is that he can find a great job that he'll love doing that makes great money...and soon! when this happens, we can resume our housing search. but for now, unfortunately, we are kind of at a halt. and it's frustrating at times. it's hard to know why God has us in this waiting place. i'm sure there is something for us to learn during this time, but it is not the most fun place to be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the things i miss most about living in colorado is cooking and baking. having a place of our own with all of the tools needed was so nice! here, all of our things are packed neatly away into boxes, which are stored deep in the recesses of our garage. but, alas, i finally decided to just use what's before me-all of my mom's stuff. it's not quite like mine, but it actually works just fine! :) in the past week, i have made two cakes and a batch of chocolate cookies. i am planning to cook dinner tonite for everyone and then make another cake tomorrow or thursday for ryan's birthday! and i'm loving it! i hate to brag, but just look at the carrot cake i made yesterday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301180620171021890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZGTr-t6jkI/AAAAAAAAAuo/d0HfT3prylA/s400/Cake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it's the first layered cake that i have ever made that didn't collapse in the middle! and...it tastes pretty darn good, if i do say so myself! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that's all i have for now! until next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-591526397533194388?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/591526397533194388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=591526397533194388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/591526397533194388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/591526397533194388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/31-weeks.html' title='31 weeks!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SZGRtWjp9BI/AAAAAAAAAug/wvWEeopWU9I/s72-c/February+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2784329356770431675</id><published>2009-02-04T16:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:47:31.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days</title><content type='html'>sometimes the most simplest thoughts, when written down, can be profound to the readers. during my time at red mountain today, this thought was written at the top of the lesson plan for today: "because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." when i first read it, i immediately thought, "well, of course!" then, i went back and read it and just chewed on it for a while. i feel like it's really a challenge for where i am in my life right now. as ryan and i try to figure out where in the world God is leading us, this simple thought reminded me that it is somewhere purposeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2784329356770431675?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2784329356770431675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=2784329356770431675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/2784329356770431675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/2784329356770431675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/02/days.html' title='days'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1969374177494134896</id><published>2009-02-03T19:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:14:50.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, obviously, we went to the doctor again yesterday. i posted the most exciting part of the visit already (check out the previous post if you haven't seen it yet)...but i thought i'd update a little on the rest of the appointment. everything is looking good, which i am so thankful for! our ultrasoundist said that he's measuring around 33 weeks size-wise. all that means, she said, is that he is the size of a 33 week old, but not neccesarily with the maturity of a 33 week old... since we are only at 30 weeks. a little confusing, but oh well. when the doctor measured my burgeoning belly, it measured right at 30, so... who knows? she said that she thinks we are probably just looking at having a big baby, but not neccesarily an early baby. good to know! she did say that we can be sure of where his size comes from-his daddy! which, let me just say, i WILL remember in april when he comes out! :) on bad pregnancy days, i find myself looking at ryan and thinking and often even reminding him, "YOU did this to me!" always said in good humor, though, don't worry! the technician also said that he weighs about 4 1/2 pounds right now..and he still has 10 weeks of growing to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started our first "parenting" class last night. i have been feeling like one of the most ignorant preggos ever...but i think this class just might help. last night, we talked about the labor and delivery process. though a little more scared than before, i certainly feel more educated on the whole topic. up to this point, i have enjoyed not really thinking about the fact that this little one hsa to come out of me-but i guess it's time to face reality...he will be coming out, whether i like it or not. :) next week, we talk about pain management and coping techniques-exciting stuff! it was interesting to be surrounded by tons of other preggos who are due right around the time as i am...and all of them will be delivering at the same hospital as me, so some of our little ones could be sleeping in the nursery together. pretty crazy! strangely enough, 85% of the ladies there are expecting girls...but in my circle of friends who are expecting, 85% are expecting boys! very odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now... until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1137827960331057388</id><published>2009-02-02T20:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:01:47.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah Ryan in "4-D"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(disclaimer: this was originally seen in 4-D, but translating that to this blog did not go well. i'm not sure how many technical dimensions he is in for you the viewer...but it's neat no less! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;showing us how crazy flexible he is, with his little foot rubbing his eye. it's amazing how bendable he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SYfANlwbeQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NhrWIEzkVq8/s1600-h/Christmas-February+2009+431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298414826330749186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SYfANlwbeQI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NhrWIEzkVq8/s400/Christmas-February+2009+431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SYe_uLTX1QI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NzssGPp1mDM/s1600-h/Christmas-February+2009+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;his sweet little face...i think i might have a guess who he is going to look like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298415532058212754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SYfA2qy9-ZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/OgKz0yThXAI/s400/Christmas-February+2009+432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a thoughtful or sleepy face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298413040994942706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SYe-lq3M_vI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Z_dC_8rdsfg/s400/Christmas-February+2009+433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silly face-any doubt in your minds as to who he favors?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SYe-BarZdPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/cQxZmQdLaVQ/s1600-h/Christmas-February+2009+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412418175169778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6698429491658313075</id><published>2009-01-29T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:43:09.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recommended reading?</title><content type='html'>for all you preggos and previous preggos out there, what books have you read that have been helpful? i have been reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what to expect when you're expecting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what to eat when you're expecting&lt;/span&gt; over the course of my pregnancy, as well as a book that my doctor gave me-not sure the name of it off the top of my head. but anywho, are there other books that you would recommend i read and as i walk through these last 10 weeks (yes, only 10 weeks-if he comes RIGHT on schedule, LOL) and prepare for labor? and, beyond that, are there helpful parenting books you would suggest for ryan and i to read??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6698429491658313075?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6698429491658313075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=6698429491658313075&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6698429491658313075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/6698429491658313075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/01/recommended-reading.html' title='recommended reading?'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3871006886918779993</id><published>2009-01-28T16:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:34:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>when i am laying down preparing to go to sleep, i feel just a little bit like a beached whale. it is so hard to get comfortable, and, in attempting to do so, i flop all around. you see, when you get to be 6-7 months along in a pregnancy, your abs just don't work like they used to... so instead of being able to just roll over, i have to use my arms and my legs to throw myself onto my other side. it would be funny, if it didn't happen when i'm pooped out at the end of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3871006886918779993?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3871006886918779993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3871006886918779993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3871006886918779993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3871006886918779993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2907755147399506455</id><published>2009-01-27T09:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:03:47.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>in life, every person has that "thing" that they really like that they are a bit ashamed of...or, at the least, embarrassed to admit they like. for some, it's a *trashy* tv show like grey's anatomy, for others...well, just think about what your's is-you all know what i'm talking about! for me, it's something i've heard referred to as "twaddle," meaning books without substance. i love to read fiction, and most days, i prefer it to a good, thought-provoking book. i love to escape into the world of another... to momentarily forget about my own life's problems and jump into the life of someone else. someone who, like me, has problems. but, unlike me, by the time the book ends, all problems have been neatly wrapped up and closed. all the issues in their life have been brought down to trivial status, and usually the finally thought is "life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; good." i literally will pour myself into these books, not wanting to do anything but read and read and read. my favorite authors right this moment: francine rivers, lori wick and jodi picoult. great chick lit! &lt;div 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2539441708609805255</id><published>2009-01-23T13:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:00:55.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third trimester!</title><content type='html'>as of this week, i am officially to my third, and last, trimester of carrying little noah. i cannot wait to meet the little guy, though i will say i am thankful that he is not coming just yet. we have lots to do to prepare for him to get here. we are looking at a house to rent, that seems like it might be straight from the Lord. the price is unbelievable and it's in a great location! if it works out, we will actually be able to have a little nursery for noah (which is not even feasible in our current location). the place we are in now is so small that it's driving us both crazy. there is stuff everywhere and no where to put it...and we have tons and tons of things in storage, not even accessible. despite the small space, it has been wonderful to be near my mom, dale and the girls again and we have been able to save some money, which is always nice! :) anyway, for the past few days, we have spent a lot of time looking for work and planning for noah's arrival. i have spent hours looking online at baby furniture (trying to find the PERFECT plans to send off to my very talented dad) and nursery ideas. i am feeling a little frustrated because i have yet to come across anything for his nursery that i absolutely love (theme wise). oh well, we still have time... :) i will say, though, that there seems to be 10 times as much stuff out there for little girls as there is for little boys, and i'm not sure why that is?&lt;div&gt;until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2539441708609805255?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2539441708609805255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=2539441708609805255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/2539441708609805255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/2539441708609805255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2009/01/third-trimester.html' title='third trimester!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6018785131854270241</id><published>2009-01-13T20:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:00:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tums...</title><content type='html'>...my new best friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-6018785131854270241?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-6348680342645539535</id><published>2009-01-12T22:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:44:45.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 weeks and counting!</title><content type='html'>which means only 13 weeks to go (that is if noah comes RIGHT on schedule!)....ahhhhh! where has time gone? ryan and i went to our new doctor here in birmingham today. 4 waiting rooms, 2 finger pricks, a super sugary drink and 1 weight check (in which i'm pretty sure that the clothes i wore today must have weighed AT LEAST 5 lbs alone!) down and everything looks great, they say. while we liked our doctor back in littleton, we both felt really good after meeting with our new doctor here. she was very assertive, which is the opposite of our last. she just seems like someone you could be confident handling the labor and delivery room (which is a GOOD thing to feel about someone!)... so, we are thrilled to start anew with her. i found it humorous when i was leaving. i should interject and say that i am doing a good job at gaining my pregnancy weight (as is noah, it seems-i am measuring a tad big, which means we are going to have a big boy!!)... so, when i was checking in with the receptionist at the end to schedule my next appointment, i told her i needed to be back in three weeks. she asked my name and then looked up and said, "you just confirmed your pregnancy today, right?" i laughed, thinking "is she blind?! does this burgeoning belly look like i just found out i'm pregnant?!" but then, i realized the counter was covering my belly, so i kindly told her that i am a 27 week transfer. people are so funny sometimes... anyway, all that to say, everything looks great! praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1060947576596953414</id><published>2009-01-07T08:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:38:46.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why did no one tell me?!?</title><content type='html'>i was talking with a sweet friend over the weekend who happens to be expecting as well. we were sharing with each other our various aches and pains and she raised a great question-"why didn't anyone ever tell me about this?!" there are some things that are well known about pregnancy and childbirth, things that everyone talks about. but then, there are these pulls and tugs that happen within your body that feel very strange...who even knew? somedays, i feel like my ribs are going to explode because of all the stretching pressure! there are lots of other funny little things that happen to the body, but i'll join women of the past and not share those. no need to scare anyone away from the task at hand! ;) i will say, my friend and i were both saying we feel like big babies sometimes because we are constantly asking older, experienced women "is this normal?...what about this? is it normal?.... surely this cannot be normal?!" &lt;div&gt;even so... i have no doubts that this whole pregnancy thing is TOTALLY worth it! i can't wait to meet little noah!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1060947576596953414?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5113402569161737051</id><published>2008-12-31T16:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:47:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart the south</title><content type='html'>after living in colorado where no one even knew what sweet tea was (except for at Jim N Nicks), it's great to be back in the south! i was reminded of this today while ryan and i were out to lunch at this quaint little pizza shop on the beach. as i was filling up my cup with sweet tea, i overheard a lady asking the waitress if they had any unsweetened iced tea. her reply was priceless: a look of confusion and then an emphatic, "no"...which had the feeling of "why would we have THAT?" radiating from it! oh how i love the south!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are a few pics from the beach: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us with my brother and soon to be sister-in-law!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SVwEAkfcgCI/AAAAAAAAArI/dlJdh1Rgm9M/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104470468198434" /&gt;the whoe gang! what a crew!!! &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SVwEAX6Di3I/AAAAAAAAArA/nkS6jDL9Ck0/s400/IMG_4990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286104467090148210" /&gt;ryan and i:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SVwEABYyinI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8HJ8xGkQq1E/s400/IMG_4945.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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the south'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/SVwEAkfcgCI/AAAAAAAAArI/dlJdh1Rgm9M/s72-c/IMG_5115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5103779905167939604</id><published>2008-12-27T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:41:22.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beachin' it...</title><content type='html'>pictures coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2570810030957393515</id><published>2008-12-12T08:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:29:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not merely broken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;we were having a discussion in one of my classes the other day that was quite fascinating. my professor was talking about how shame is good sometimes. one of my fellow students (one preparing to be a counselor no less), brought up that shame is a bad thing. especially in the counseling field, the idea of shame is something that is discouraged and thought of as all together wrong. it's okay for people to feel guilty, they say, because guilt is about actions (i.e. "what you have done is wrong.")..but shame, no no no! shame is the idea that something about who a person is is wrong. and certainly, we don't want people to feel that way about themselves!! there was quite a bit of discussion about this in class, which has caused me to think a little more on the subject. my professor said something that has stuck in my mind like super glue: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"we are not merely broken, we are bad. we don't just need fixing, we need redemption."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;what a thought! such a provacative idea in today's society. how dare we tell someone that they are bad at their core?! how dare we say that there is no hope for a person to help themselves?! no amount of doing good will make a person good enough... no band-aids big enough to fix this problem...not enough duck tape in the world to repair the hole. what an awesome thing, though, that that's okay! how amazing is it that we don't really have to do anything to fix this, other than turn to Christ. we have a Redeemer who changes our very center... who picks us up, cleans us out/off, and pushes us on our way... every time we fall, over and over and over. hallelujah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2570810030957393515?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1915157167486415543</id><published>2008-12-10T17:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:45:16.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know?</title><content type='html'>i read in my pregnancy book the other day that our little one is developing tastes for foods these days. apparently, whatever i eat, he is learning to like....which is quite fascinating really! some might say i am a picky eater, but i'm really trying to branch out so that our son has well-developed taste buds. :) here's a few things i have been eating, for him, of course! : &lt;div&gt;chipotle (the tacos WITH guacamole!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 muskateers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banana and peanut butter sandwiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, of course, chicken! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can tell i am really stepping out there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1915157167486415543?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1915157167486415543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1915157167486415543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1915157167486415543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1915157167486415543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-you-know.html' title='did you know?'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-5057569411193727608</id><published>2008-12-08T19:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:59:47.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our one year anniversary!</title><content type='html'>we saved our anniversary outting for this past Sunday, because we heard about this wonderful place that served an amazing brunch called the brown palace. it's a historic hotel downtown that is just beautiful! i made reservations for us saturday and picked the only morning time available-9 am. we got up and got all dressed up and ready-ryan even wore his fancy-smancy suit-and headed downtown. we got down there a little before 9 and went in and they seated us immediately (which is always nice when one is a hungry, pregnant woman). as we walked to our table, i noticed that there didn't seem to be much out for this incredible brunch we were there to partake of. we sat down and opened our menus, only to see no offering for brunch, and then, in small letters at the bottom, i saw a note: brunch 10-2. and, contrary to my normal, totally unemotional self, i burst out in tears. i was so disappointed because i had been talking it up so much to ryan! he ever so kindly consoled me and we decided to just get breakfast, which was just as good. i really was hoping for a belgian waffle, which they had on the menu! and he, of course, went for the much healthier option-an omelette. he tried to get it with egg whites only, but i talked him out of it. you gotta live a little sometimes!! ;) anyway, we ended up having a nice breakfast together at a really pretty place, so all in all, not a bad date! :) here's a few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hotel:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZPKxVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/D5K4nbDYU8E/s1600-h/November+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613192960623586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZPKxVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/D5K4nbDYU8E/s400/November+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277618883073052850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3eaYF2kLI/AAAAAAAAAqg/m5tNMfpW4vA/s400/November+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me enjoying a nice warm cup of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZO0wtx7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/v853Tno_ESc/s1600-h/November+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613187052455858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZO0wtx7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/v853Tno_ESc/s400/November+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan, preparing to sip on his new beverage of choice-hot tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZOB5GUjI/AAAAAAAAApw/WbikLmTOxRA/s1600-h/November+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613173397410354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZOB5GUjI/AAAAAAAAApw/WbikLmTOxRA/s400/November+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also received some beautiful flowers in celebration of &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277618890661649506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ea0XHXGI/AAAAAAAAAqo/876kan0I-BI/s400/November+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, ryan had these waiting for me when i got up (on our actual anniversary)...he always picks the very prettiest roses with the neatest color combinations. this picture doesn't do justice to the color hues. what a sweet husband i have. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277618895626975874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ebG28OoI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8Ee2dvQXv4g/s400/November+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-5057569411193727608?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/5057569411193727608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=5057569411193727608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5057569411193727608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/5057569411193727608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-one-year-anniversary.html' title='our one year anniversary!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/ST3ZPKxVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/D5K4nbDYU8E/s72-c/November+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3616811308593434577</id><published>2008-12-02T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:35:10.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funniness</title><content type='html'>i was talking with ryan the other day about how great snow is. all you readers in alabama are thinking, "right on, sister!" :) people out here don't really like snow, they find it annoying and old. i guess i like it because it's new. i have seen only a wee little snow in my life...and it's just such a beautiful thing! i have been wishing that it would keep snowing here until we move back, and it just might! it's supposed to maybe snow again tonite and then later this week! whoohoo! although, today, it was about 60 outside and the sun was shining bright...which was a little odd, considering there was a couple of inches of snow on the ground from the weekend. just seemed stange that it was so warm, but still snow was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in thinking about snow, i got to thinking about how old little one probably will be like us and not get to see a lot of snow around town, since we will be back in the 'ham. i certainly want to make sure we vacation to snowy places because i want him to be able to experience the wonderfulness of snow. then, i got to thinking about how in alabama we are always thinking that there is the possibility of snow when it gets cold outside. my dad was telling me just a few days ago that snow was being predicted for middle AL yesterday. he, of course, wasn't holding his breath, which was probably quite wise. :) but i don't know what it is about people in alabama thinking it really could snow (i'm talking like a good couple of inches, not just flurries-though flurries are nice!:)...don't get me wrong, i am right there with those who think in such ways, but really...it hardly ever REALLY snows in alabama. even so, there is this thought that it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; snow, and every year, kids all over the state wish and hope for a white christmas. and every year, it's like 45 or 50, at least, outside on christmas... like there's even a possibility of there being snow on the ground when one wakes up in alabama on christmas morning! it has never happened in my life time (that i remember, and certainly i would remember such a wonderful thing)! i just wonder what it is that leads us to believe in the possibility...it's quite funny, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;all the same, i found myself saying just a few days ago that maybe it will snow on Christmas when we get back home..and won't that be funny? (since we've been in the cold, snowy land of colorado with little snowy-ness!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3616811308593434577?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3616811308593434577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3616811308593434577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3616811308593434577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3616811308593434577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/12/funniness.html' title='funniness'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-2403362019160018004</id><published>2008-12-01T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:04:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one year!</title><content type='html'>my how time flies! ryan and i celebrated our one year anniversary today and it's hard to believe we've been married that long. in some ways, it seems like it's been only a few weeks...in other ways, it feels like we've been married (or together, at least) all our lives. life's funny like that. :) i'm so thankful that God brought us together... I can't imagine what life would be like apart from Ryan being in it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-2403362019160018004?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2403362019160018004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=2403362019160018004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/2403362019160018004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/2403362019160018004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-year.html' title='one year!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-412801442020949405</id><published>2008-11-29T13:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:25:49.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our baby boy and us...</title><content type='html'>so these pictures are a little blurrier than normal sonograms because we took a picture of the pictures with our camera. a friend was saying they got theirs on cd from the doctor-unfortunately, i guess our doc is not quite so high tech. :) oh well, these pictures are still pretty amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGkNlt-RHI/AAAAAAAAApo/9wZuQWfkxbo/s1600-h/November+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274177191997752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGkNlt-RHI/AAAAAAAAApo/9wZuQWfkxbo/s400/November+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here the baby is hiding his cute little face, or trying to at least. some might think he's being camera shy, but i think he might have a little of his dad's tendancies-working to keep his nose clean and boogar-free! LOL&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGkNOJSJwI/AAAAAAAAApg/dJLAD0GPp2k/s1600-h/November+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274177185669850882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGkNOJSJwI/AAAAAAAAApg/dJLAD0GPp2k/s400/November+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGkM5vhgUI/AAAAAAAAApY/1KCUghyLta8/s1600-h/November+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We begged Nick to take some more pictures of us, in the day light...so we could have some snowy pictures from our time in CO. It's so sad that it hasn't snowed much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGjwX8oYkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/en6To5UVdlE/s1600-h/November+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274176690084930114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGjwX8oYkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/en6To5UVdlE/s400/November+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my burgeoning belly... I've been trying to get a good updated picture all week! finally, i was satisfied with this one. (btw: I'm wearing some of my new duds that Ryan bought me yesterday... no more saggy, baggy, falling off of my maternity jeans... my new ones fit quite well! what a relief!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGjwH_t9oI/AAAAAAAAApI/FYuYvzyDPxs/s1600-h/November+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274176685802911362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGjwH_t9oI/AAAAAAAAApI/FYuYvzyDPxs/s400/November+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-412801442020949405?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/412801442020949405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=412801442020949405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/412801442020949405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/412801442020949405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-baby-boy-and-us.html' title='our baby boy and us...'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STGkNlt-RHI/AAAAAAAAApo/9wZuQWfkxbo/s72-c/November+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-1003722698812598779</id><published>2008-11-28T20:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:04:19.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*white* friday</title><content type='html'>it snowed again!!! ryan and i love the snow:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924594047678210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STC-edBodwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QMvOAkcVyVg/s400/November+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; and so does our trooper! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924601243829746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STC-e31VBfI/AAAAAAAAApA/BvqEBtIL350/s400/November+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-1003722698812598779?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/1003722698812598779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=1003722698812598779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1003722698812598779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/1003722698812598779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/11/white-friday.html' title='*white* friday'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/STC-edBodwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QMvOAkcVyVg/s72-c/November+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-121061525409464491</id><published>2008-11-27T08:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:13:37.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a...</title><content type='html'>boy!! that's right! we are going to, in just a few months, be proud parents of a son...okay, the truth is, we are already proud parents and the baby is not even out yet. we went to the doc yesterday and were so excited to hear our suspicions confirmed. a dear friend (and mother to a little boy) told me that fuzzy tummy=baby boy! because i'm pretty sure there is a forest growing on my stomach, i was really hoping for a boy. i mean, what would all that hair have to say about a girl!? ;) anyway, another friend suggested that i drink a cup of orange juice before i went in for the ultrasound, just to assure that the baby wouldn't sleep through it, so i did. and it worked! oh my goodness-he wiggled around the whole time! the tech was actually getting a little  frustrated because she was having such a hard time getting all the pics she needed. she kept beating on my stomach (and overly full bladder!) trying to get him to move where she wanted him. funny, and a bit painful at times! :) afterwards, ryan was telling me that he felt like he pretty much knew what was going on the whole time-could tell what was what (as far as the major body parts-arms, hands, feet-oh the feet are SO cute!). i thought for a while that i was doing pretty good, but at one point, she was taking some close-ups of what turned out to be the stomach and gallbladder (how do they even know these things?!). both of these little organs were black, as opposed to the rest of him being kind of grayish. well, anyway, i was certain we were looking at our precious baby's little face. the black spots looked a lot like eyes to me...i was struggling to see the nose and mouth, but just about had it figured out. i was very close to actually saying something out loud about how cute his little face was. thankfully, i did not and soon after, i saw her type stomach and gallbladder onto the screen, pointing to my baby's "eyes." ryan and i had a good laugh about this later. anyway, we are SYKED about having a boy, and are now working diligently at figuring out the right name for him. so many choices! in fact, last night we went to borders and bought a new baby name book (we had gotten one a while back that was on the sale rack. i was excited about our great deal, but unfortunately the book turned out to be more like a dictionary than a naming book, suggesting names like "seven" and "multiple".. who would name their kid that?!?!). anyway, yesterday we actually finally sold the rest of our electronics collection-our tv, ryan's playstation 3, the games, and all our blu rays. we were thankful that God seems to be providing a little extra for us through our sale. anyway, in exchange, we bought a new book-ryan picked it out and he's sure it's the best (because it says on the front that it is)...so, we are reading through it. we really want a good strong meaningful name. we are open for suggestions, though... ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on this cold morning of thanksgiving, i am sitting here all by myself and feeling a little lonely. ryan's best bud, dustin, is in town and he called to see if ry wanted to play a little football with some peeps this morning. i know how much ry loves football and i think it's fun that his thanksgiving tradition is a little like mine used to be-always we used to go to the local high school with all the uncles and cousins and play a little football. so fun! unfortunately this year, i can not play...and i wouldn't anyway because they are all serious about the game (hello, college football players-no thanks!). so, i'm at the house baking away for our meal today. we are having some friends over to celebrate our thanksgiving with, which is fun. though, i do miss our sweet family today!! the menu, at least on my side of things (i'm not sure what else is coming) is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turkey-fried by a sweet friend's husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet potato casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broccoli casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a can of cranberry sauce (it's just so good!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lime jello casserole (don't tell ry i called it that though, it offends him for some reason..lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homemade rolls-my mimi's recipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pumpkin cupcakes with cream cheese icing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pecan pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a feeling we are going to have wayyyyyy too much food! :) but i can't wait to dig in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy thanksgiving to all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming soon: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     what i'm thankful for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     pictures of our wee one, if i can figure out how to get them on here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-121061525409464491?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/121061525409464491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=121061525409464491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/121061525409464491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/121061525409464491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/11/its.html' title='it&apos;s a...'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-8519277252531508330</id><published>2008-11-19T11:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:14:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it drives me crazy!</title><content type='html'>so, i went to a certain little shop yesterday, really just looking for a cup of ice. but, knowing that they probably wouldn't just give me a cup of ice, i decided i better order something...but just so i could actually get a cup of ice, mind you! so, i suffered through a small order of reese's cup ice cream and then asked the dreaded question, "is there any way i could get a cup of ice, too?" as i was asking the cashier this, directly behind her were all sorts of different cups, which gave me some hope. that hope rose quite a bit when the cashier smiled and turned around, as if she were going to fix me a cup of ice. but then, my hopes were quickly dashed when she turned right back around and had a cup the size of my pinky and said, "this is all we have. i could fill up a few of these for you?" right...two pieces of ice in each cup, i'd need like fifteen! and how in the world would i carry that out?!?! so, sadly, i turned her down and took an unwanted cup of ice cream. (okay, so maybe the ice cream was wanted just a wee bit....)&lt;div&gt;what is frustrating is that this experience happens everywhere...and it's not limited to when i'm just wanting ice, it's also when i order a cup of water. i mean, really, the cups probably cost them 2 cents each, IF that! i'd be more than willing to pay a nickel or even a quarter for a bigger cup....otherwise, i just have to stand there by the drink machine, filling up little cups of water, having a sip which empties the cup...and then fill it up again. how's a girl supposed to enjoy her drink, much less her meal?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-8519277252531508330?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/8519277252531508330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=8519277252531508330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8519277252531508330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/8519277252531508330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-drives-me-crazy.html' title='it drives me crazy!'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475241617006779333.post-3199441338108556635</id><published>2008-11-18T11:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:41:31.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little of this, a little of that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*only 3 more weeks of school! in some ways, the semester has flown by, but in other ways, it's been quite slow... as the semester winds down, we only have a few more things to do. thankfully, both ryan and i cranked out a few big papers last week. it is nice to have those done! now if we can just get the rest done.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*in exactly one month from today, we will be hitting the road destined for sweet home alabama!! we have no official place to live and no set jobs, but we will wait to see where the Lord leads. a lot of people seem to be, in very nice ways, looking down on our decision to move back to the 'ham. it has not be an easy choice to make, but has been obvious to us. we aren't heading back because we don't like colorado or because we miss being near our families (though of course we do miss them!), but we feel like this is what the Lord has for us for this coming season of our lives. we aren't sure exactly what it will look like or exactly why, which i guess makes the whole journey a little bit harder in ways. it would be a lot easier for us (especially when we get all the questions from friends and family) to know exactly what the Lord is leading us to do, but we don't know just yet. it's a journey of faith. we earnestly sought the Lord about moving to colorado and followed what we felt was his leading...and now, we shall do the same. and, we wait eagerly and patiently to see what's next (besides the obvious!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*every now and then, i start thinking very seriously about writing a book. after writing a paper this last week on a subject that i thoroughly enjoyed thinking about an dwelling on, i have found myself pondering trying to pull my thoughts together and write them all down. it's quite a stretch, but maybe one day... i do love writing so! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pregnancy is doing some good and some strange things to my body. for one thing, my hair seems to be growing a little faster each day (i think that has something to do with the prenatals, more than the pregnancy itself though). this is nice because i've decided i want it long again! :) my belly is expanding little by little, as well. some people are surprised to hear that i am 19 weeks along and still so small, but i definitely don't feel small. i am getting more and more people staring at my belly when they talk to me, as if they are trying to decide. this is especially happening at work, as i administer breathalyzers, i notice people just staring with big eyes at my stomach, wanting to ask, but afraid to at the same time. i want to put them at ease, but i'm not sure how. i could say, "i notice you staring at my stomach, yes, there is a baby growing inside there!" but that'd be a little awkward. a shirt might do the trick, one that proclaimed my news to the world...but then i'd have to wear it every day to ensure everyone GOT it, so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*thanksgiving is fast approaching and we have been scatteredly planning our meal. we are having some friends over to celebrate and, if we actually have all the food we have talked about having, i think we will have enough to last us until christmas. i was pleasantly surprised at the grocery store yesterday when i saw that turkeys are not ridiculously expensive. safeway's brand was like $8 for the HUGE one.... not bad at all!!! now the only problem is figuring out how to cook a turkey since i've never done this before. i'm also looking for a great stuffing recipe-any one?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i did have one sad revelation this past week. i was at target getting a little of this and that grocery-wise when i happened upon all of the christmas things-from decorations to foods (btw-i did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to get a box of those white chocolate covered oreos-the ones that only seem to be out around christmas time...and i have selfishly said that i don't want to share them with anyone because there's so few in the box...they must be saved for special occasions. ;))...and then all of a sudden, it hit me. due to the fact that we are moving home just a few days before christmas, we will not get to decorate our place! ryan, i think, is a little grateful for this fact because not putting decorations up means not having to take anything down. but, i am a wee bit saddened by this fact. especially after seeing &lt;a href="http://adoptdbychrist.blogspot.com/"&gt;steph's&lt;/a&gt; pictures with everything looking so cute!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i guess that's all i have for now.. until next time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475241617006779333-3199441338108556635?l=ryansamantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/feeds/3199441338108556635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475241617006779333&amp;postID=3199441338108556635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3199441338108556635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475241617006779333/posts/default/3199441338108556635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryansamantha.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-of-this-little-of-that.html' title='a little of this, a little of that...'/><author><name>the smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579250463070726238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuap_a6lR2o/R-qieveHg2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/qhF_c89VdFc/S220/n116600084_30031557_5136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
