tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76947140310573114142024-03-13T12:31:16.252-04:00MommyFausnaughAll about me, my family, and my everyday life. Whatever I want to say is said here!Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-42214311295698634542019-06-08T12:12:00.001-04:002019-06-08T12:12:23.705-04:00Did you miss me?I think I finally remembered my password, hopefully I can remember it after today! Lol<br />
Lets see if this works!<br />
More to come!<br />
Love, MommyfausnaughMommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-15608070646786168652014-12-13T11:28:00.001-05:002014-12-13T11:28:25.912-05:00<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3322001/?claim=6tdjwtbbw2n">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-79376400634991790342014-01-01T18:43:00.001-05:002014-01-01T18:43:29.296-05:00New Year New BlogI won't try and say today that I am going to make a resolution to blog more..lol, but HOPEFULLY I will blog more. There are so many memories I need to keep track of!
I don't know where to start, sooo...lets start with Christmas. Christmas was fun, now onto new year..
kidding.
Our 1st Christmas celebration was the weekend before Christmas, we went to see Daddy & Susan (Poppy & Granny). We just told Daddy it was Christmas and acted like it was, so on our "Christmas Eve" Susan made Roast, Yorkshire pudding (which I had never had before but now it's definitley a favorite!) and of course, Mac & Cheese for Emma. We got up the next Day and exchanged gifts, Emma got a care bear, and Santa even left her a stocking full of chocolate for Mommy to eat! lol Daddy was very quiet, and I just try to tell Emma how much I love my Daddy and sometimes I tell her that he had a car wreck, that's why he doesn't talk much, but that he is still Mommy's Daddy and I love hinm very much. I don't want her to be scared of him, and luckily he has been very calm and mostly quiet when she is around. She looks at him for attention sometimes, and he does smile at her. He didn't alk much this last time though. Hopefully this year I will be able to go visit a little more.
Christmas was great! I was so excited because this was Emma's 1st year of REALLY understanding about it being Jesus's Birthday, and Santa. On Christmas Eve later that night, we went out to look at lights in the neighborhood, and dropped off Christmas cards. We came home and she helped me bake a birthday cake for Jesus (which is a tradition Matt started our 1st year we were married). She got to use the mixer and help pour the batter in the bowl, and I taught her how to properly clean the bowl with your finger ;) YUMMY!
We got up Christmas Morning, and Emma got EVERYTHING she asked Santa for, which wasn't hard, because she basically only asked for play doh, barbie dolls, and care bears. We had to do a lot of eBay shopping for the care bears. They really only sell 2 different ones at the store.
She was excited, and played with her play doh unil it was time to go to Grandmother and Paw Paws. It was good to get everyone together again. I miss seeing ALL of my family.
Emma had a lot of fun, chasing the big kids even though they weren't very interested in playing with her, she didn't care. I WAS glad when Savannah my niece got there so she would have someone to play with that was her age.
I got to really meet and talk to my brothers new girlfriend Karen. She is really nice. Brad hasn't ever been one to bring a ton of girls to family gatherings, just his 1st wife, and Savannah's mom, but I think Karen seemed to be the most at ease with everyone. She talked to everyone, which was really nice. I liked her.
So, Matt had to work the day after Christmas, so we had to leave a little early because he had to get up at 4.
It was good though because we were all tired.
So, we've been plying with a lot of her new toys for the past week.There are still some she hasn't opened yet.
We have been putting her "Big girl bed" together. Items are taking a while to ship, so it's been slow, but we got a new set from PB Kids, (well, Daddy & Susan got this started for our Christmas) We almost have everything now, the last 2 things on backorder were 2 pink pillow shams, and the owl sheet set. I hung new pictures in her room, and we got her one of those memory foam matresses...which is bad in a way, because I like it a LOT. Matt said he would call the guy he got Em's from and tell him to let him know when he gets a queen size in (yay)
We got Family pictures made for the 1st time (we did have a shot or 2 done when we had Mom's 60th birthday pictures made, but we've never had all 3 of us get pictures made. I am SO lucky to know Caroline, from One Six Photogaphy. She takes the BEST pictures, and we got some awesome pics to hang on the walls! I got the CD the other day, I haven't gotten a chance to order any prints yet, well, and I need to find the disc again. <b>Another resolution is to slow down and PAY ATTENTION to what I'm doing</b>. I have spent so much time frustrated because i can't find things. I lost my work ID, I now have to pay for a new one. (unless it miraculously shows up like...tonight) I've looked almost everywhere. I'd say everywhere, but if that were the case I would have found it. I lost my key to the tool room, and my locker at work...still looking. SO, I have got to slow down and quit just laying things down, and make sure I KNOW where I put them. Frustrating just thinking about it. :(
Last night our neighbors Darren & Anissa had a few neighbors over for a party, LUCKILY, and I am so glad I did, I texted my friend Madeline to see what they were doing, and it just so happened her husband was at the Dome for football, so she got to bring Benjamin over and I had also wanted her to meet a few more neighbors. So, Emma had Benjamin to play with, and, well Madeline gets along with anyone. I am so glad they came. We left around 9 or 9:30 to go home, the kids were tired. (maybe the husband was tired too) as soon as we put Emma in bed, Matt went to bed. lol. SO, I stayed up washing clothes, and when midnight came went out and watched the fireworks.
Today I work, I chose to take New Years Eve instead of New Years Day. Things are pretty slow at work. Thank goodness.
Also, on Monday night was my little "going away party-ish" thing well, basically I asked everyone to go out after work, since my best friend in the world is leaving my shift, and going to Dayshift (NOW WHO WILL I VENT TO OR LAUGH WITH OR GIVE/GET ADVICE FROM AT WORK?? BOOOO) Anyway, I sure will miss my Mysha. Hopefully we keep our promises to still get together, and I GUESS I can call. It's just not the same as being able to see her all the time. We had fun though, quite a few people came, most notabley, Holle, my old friend who used to work at Delta, but has been gone for 7 years. I think I saw her when Matt and I started dating, so it's been almost 6 years! It was good to see her though.
What else...Well, we do our shift change starting on the 4th, so this year I bid Friday/Saturday as my off days. Emma will probably start pre school in the fall, so she will have to go Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Which would make the days she goes, like I don't see her hardly at all. I think they go from 8-12 or 9-1...so either way I'll be getting her ready and to school, and I have to leave for work by 1:15 <b>(that IS a new years resolution, to leave earlier for work)</b> So, I changed to Fri/Sat off so that at least on Friday's I will be able to see her at night, and Sunday will be like a regular work dy kind of. <b>I also am RESOLUTING to go to church</b>, (or find a church I love in my area) and get Emma in church. I know better than to not raise my daughter in church. It was just so hard when she was little and how she would scream when I tried the nursery, so honestly we haven't tried since then...whih was the Sunday they said "Oh she will stop crying in 5 minutes" and I stood in the hallway for 15-20 minutes, and she SCREAMED and din't let up, so almost in tears, I went and asked Matt to go get her. I sat in the backseat on the 2 second drive home because I felt so guilty for leaving her...I know she will do better now, because she really enjoys playing. I am just praying that all the kiddos love her like I do, and that she has ZERO problems sharing. It's ll learning, and I know it's what's best for her. Sometimes it's just hard to understand why ALL the kids don't think she is the greatest prettiest funnest little girl, and have no problem just giving her their toys, lol. I'm kidding.(REALLY KIDDING, I am trying to get heraround other kids so she actually has an opportunity to LEARN sharing, she has never had to because it's just her at home) I've been trying to get her around other kids more this, well...;ast year. Luckily I met some WONDERFUL friends/moms/kids.
Em's friend Paisey, we met at the pool one day, when her Mom Courtney happened to be off, and Paisley walked right up to Emma and said "I like your flower" (on her swimsuit) and Emma replied "I like your flower too, oh you have 1-2-3...flowers) they hit it off well, and I got to meet MY new friend Courtney. We also met Danny one day at the pool, well Matt got to sit with him and they hit it off right away. Matt seems to REALLY enjoy Danny's company, which makes me happy, because well, I LOVE Courtney, Em LOVES Paiz, and Matt LOVES Danny! That's exciting. Danny and Courtney seem to be REALLY genuine and nice people. They seem very much in love, and I trust them. Courtney has 2 older Children, Jamie, and Alaysha. Alaysha is GREAT with the younger kids. She doesn't mind spending time with them and playing with them. She really is a sweet girl too. Sweet little smile :) I haen't spent too much time with Jamie, but he is older, so you know, just as I did, you spend a lot of time in your room, or at your friends houses.
We've been fortunate (they call it "helping them out") I call it a blessing, if Courtney's Mom has something to do, they let Paiz come over and she and Emma have a BALL. I am hoping they both get to take dance class together starting oh, on the 7th, wow. That's soon. I really want Paisley to go so I know Emma will have a friend there :)
They have been such a blessing, just being themselves. It's so nice to have a couple with a daughter Emma's age, and everyone has a good time together. God sent that family straight to us. I know not only did Emma need a friend, but I did too. Get's pretty lonely up there far from my family and old friends. With work, I never have time to visit any of my old friends much.
Another BIG blessing, I already mentioned her, but Madeline, Scott is her husband, and their little Benjamin.
We have a facebook page just for our neighborhood, I had been saying I needed to get Em around other kids, and Madeine moves in and makes a post asking if there is a "Mommy" group in the neighborhood, a few Mom's replied they would like to get together, and we all met up one day. I guess...most didn't keep in touch, but Madeline has a great personality, and she is one of those people who make you smile. Emma loves Ben, and that little dude...he is such a "flirt" lol. He loves to tickle and chase and he is really precious. We had Scott, Madeline & Benjamin overone night along with Danny, Courtney and Paisley. I think Danny and Matt had already met, but neither had met Scott.
I think they hada good time, but Scott is a high school football coach, and just had neck surgery as soon as his season was over, so we haven't been able to have all 3 guys together again. Hopefully this year.
SO! It's been a good year, thanks to God for sending ME 2 new girlfriends who I love so much, and Emma new friends, and Matt...Matt hasn't really connected with anyone new, so it was surprising to me how well he and Danny got along. He came just in time too, because Matt just lost one of his best friends to Cancer, then God sent him Danny. I texted Courtney one night after they left & told her Matt said "Danny is my kind of guy" Matt even bought him a christmas present! lol. I love it.
Thanking god this new years day for answered prayers, and hoping for more time with MY new girlfriends, Emma more friends, and more for Matt too.
So, Thank you God for new friends, my family that I am so blessed with, and everyting we have.
Until next year (ha, kidding, I promise I'll try to blog more)
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Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-14326118526826798852013-06-27T11:45:00.000-04:002013-06-27T11:45:02.603-04:00old video from facebook
<iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/video/embed?video_id=10151321069639259" width="226" height="400" frameborder="0"></iframe>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-63854415847169606222013-06-18T07:32:00.000-04:002013-06-18T07:32:28.800-04:00Dear Emma,YOU little Missy, are almost 3 years old now! In less than 2 months, we will be celebrating another birthday.
I thought the day you were born I couldn't be happier.
I thought on your first birthday I couldn't be prouder.
I thought on your second birthday I couldn't possibly love you more!
Wow, you have changed so much in the past year alone. You talk, you have your own little personality.
Here are a few of my favorite things...
I LOVE going in your room in the morning and standing behind the door and singing...where is princess where is princess...and you say..here I am! Here I am!
You've really got such a great personality. The smile on your face just lights up every room, and every person.
I love how when I say, what do you want for breakfast? You say "BIRD TREATS" And every day I say, no, you cant have bird treats for breakfast, you have to eat something good first.
I love when you want to go outside and play. I love how you remember everyone's name even when I cant. You make friends SO easy.
(although I do dislike how much you like boys at this age, but...you're innocent) I wish you would stay innocent forever, but I know one day you will grow up.
I want to keep you from all the heartache the world causes, boys, and school, and trying and getting frustrated, and death of ones you love.
Unfortunately I cant do all that. BUT, what I can do is make sure when you're with me, your safe and happy.
I think you're growing up way too fast. I just cant believe you're almost 3. It seems like yesterday I was holding my precious gift in the hospital bed. I am so blessed to have you as my daughter.
Now....sometimes it IS hard for me to tell you what to do, only for you not to listen. I've got to work on that.
I've got to learn to talk so you will listen.
(by the way I hope you take a nap today before work because I am tired) haha.
BACK to you...lately we've been having a little trouble getting you to eat. I don't know what else we can give you (NO, not bird treats) but this seems to happen every few months, so hopefully it will be over soon.
I love how you get over-excited about everything.
I love how you come up to me and give me a hug and say MYYYYY MOOOOMMMMMMYYYY. Oh melts my heart! I love your sweet laugh, you giggle at everything.
I even love how you stick your feet in my face and ask me to kiss your toes :)
I like how when I ask what you want to wear today, and you always say PINK!
I love how when I dress you in the morning, you say "mirror" and you want to go see what you look like in the mirror :)
I will love you forever little girl, you will always be my princess.
Thank you for all your hugs, and kisses and cuddles. You really truly make my life a dream.I would go to the ends of the earth for you. Forever. I promise.
So, it's about 7:30am, and I am going to check the weather and wake you up and see if you want to go for a walk. maybe we will bring your little bike to the tennis court, and go ride this morning. maybe we will go feed the ducks. Maybe we will do enough so you will want a nap at 11. (haha)
I cant wait to see your pretty smile when you wake up today.
Love always,
Mommy
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv16aIzKjbY325JjSwRHYgOCIT5URtBTrMraCixTh2fwjgkIK-mMmnUE0a8NhOcms1T-de7wze7fre9mMfZkzSXd7nw_kH0vxpB0LNtgenni81Z2GZYJYNMrxJMuJ9GGoycApo5Tqdb7TB/s1600/Summerpics-1-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv16aIzKjbY325JjSwRHYgOCIT5URtBTrMraCixTh2fwjgkIK-mMmnUE0a8NhOcms1T-de7wze7fre9mMfZkzSXd7nw_kH0vxpB0LNtgenni81Z2GZYJYNMrxJMuJ9GGoycApo5Tqdb7TB/s1600/Summerpics-1-3.jpg" /></a></div>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-55208189608303609552013-03-26T23:55:00.001-04:002013-03-26T23:55:35.682-04:00My sweet Baby Girl<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emma Grace Fausnaugh. Who would have ever thought that I would have such a wonderful baby girl, and a wonderful husband. My life is more than I could have ever dreamed, and I can only praise GOD himself for all he has given me. Looking back on all the heartaches and past hurts in relationships, simply means nothing to me now. The days and nights of sadness after breakups are so trivial now.</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My life has completely changed. This post is about the sweetest most precious little girl in the whole wide world. I call her my Daughter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In July 2009, 2 months after I married Matt, I found out I was pregnant. I took several tests and they were all positive, but I was spotting. I went to the dr. and they confirmed the pregnancy and did the bloodwork and the numbers (the hormone levels I guess) were low. They should be doubling and tripling over the next few days, but they didn't. They went down. I was at work when I started bleeding, and I knew right away what was happening. I went home, full of tears.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I had miscarried. I was devastated. I wanted my mommy, so I went home to her house to stay for a few days. I needed her. Honestly, my heart was just so broken. I was so sad and empty. No heartache I've ever felt felt like that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">BUT</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In December 2009, I had missed my period by a few days, and we were all going to Mom's house for an early Christmas (I think) when I had texted my sister and asked her to not tell anyone but to buy a pregnancy test so I could take one. Of course all the girls knew, Mom, Debbie & Tracy. I didn't even tell Matt though, because I wanted to wait until I was sure. As soon as I got there I went in the bathroom and took the test. POSITIVE! First I was scared, I didn't want it to happen again, what if it wasn't right? What if something happened. I was afraid to be happy because I was scared I would have to go through the heartache again. I told Matt though, and after we got home, I took several more tests, all positive, and little did I know that little Miss Emma Grace was inside me growing!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">We waited to tell everyone until my 1st trimester was done, just so I didn't have to go through all the I'm sorry's and it'll be ok's again, and we knew she was ok.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">ELATED</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">That is how I felt when i fist saw that little dot on the ultrasound.. Every time I went she grew. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The pregnancy was awful, if you kow me then you know all I had to go through as far as throwing up practically EVERY day for 9 months, swollen feet that made me look like the Michelin man, high blood pressure, gestational diabetes..you name it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">On August 8, I had 2 doctor apts. Matt went with me to my regular obgyn, and as we left we had a scheduled induction on the following saturday. Dr. said see you saturday, and next was the specialist apt. All I had to do there was to click a thing every time I felt her move for 15 minutes then I could go home. But..it's all kind of fuzzy, but I told Matt to go ahead and go home since it was a "boring" appointment and it would only take 15 minutes anyways, </span>
NEXT THING YOU KNOW...something wasn't right, her heartbeat was fast..or I dont even remember now what happened. I just know that I called Matt and said, WHERE ARE YOU? He said, pulling into the subdivision, I said TURN AROUND NOW! He said, For real? YES! He was there, I was in my room, they gave me a litle pill that was supposed to induce...slept that night, woke up at 6:30 EXCRUCIATING pain. Begged for the epidural. haha, I made it a grand total of 2cm before I got the epidural.
Next thing I know, Dr. with scary mask is wobbling in my face saying..there's going to be a lot of commotion, we are doing an emergency c-cection. I am going down the hall, my hands are strapped down like I'm on the cross, I lay there and for some reason I'm trying to figure out where I'm at, I see a walgreens, I'm having a baby and I'm thinking, I'm on teh corner of this street and this street, well at least Matt can walk across the street to get a drink or something...
Then she comes out, they say, WELL! Her intestines work! lol. I guess she had to pee ;0
SO, once I heard her cry and knew everything was ok, I laid there. Then my imagination started running wild, what are they doing behind that curtain? I started freaking, trying to get up from the table, my hands are strapped down. Thank god for Mr. epidural drug man, who calmed me down with something.
That night I was shaking so bad, maybe the next day too? I was afraid to hold Emma, I was afraid I would drop her with my shaking.
SO, after all is said and done, she is perfect. Beautiful. I couldn't have asked for more! My husband right there beside me, my baby girl in my arms as we leave the hospital. Life is forever changed! I can't be MORE blessed. Sure, a lot of "things" you get in life, new cars, new houses, new clothes, new gadgets, iPads phones tvs, but NOTHING IN THIS WORLD compaes to my little girl. NOTHING in this world compares to my handsome husband. (who took it like a champ when we left the hospital on his 40th birthday) I still need to make up that 40th birthday party for him.
I love my family.
I grew up with the best family, thankfully I still have them, and will continue on with my own little family.
So, I'm updating this years later and finally posting it, but it's been 2 1/2 years. I try to take Em to visit Grandmother, Paw Paw & Coco once a week, or every other week. It's hard not seeing Matt like I want to. It's hard working this shift, and waking up and making sure Emma gets to know and love her grandparents as much as I do.
I am going to try and take the family to see Daddy & Susan more, it's a little harder, not a day trip there, lots of planning, but I will go there soon too.
:)
BLESSED BEYOND MEASUREMommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-49036667905536207732013-03-26T23:35:00.002-04:002013-03-26T23:35:49.539-04:00My Mom, the greatest woman ever.(yes this is an old blog, obviously) just now getting around to posting it! Sorry for the DELAYYYYY
Well, it's almost time for my Mom's 60th birthday! What a big deal! I decided to write a blog about that wonderful Mother of mine.<br />
My Mom, if anyone knows my Mom, then you know how wonderful of a person she is. I have never met anyone more compassionate, honest, and faithfull. <br />
She's the Mommy<br />
She's the caretaker<br />
She's the prayer<br />
She's the encourager<br />
She's a light in the darkness<br />
She makes you laugh at silly stuff<br />
She is funny<br />
She is fun<br />
She is BEAUTIFUL<br />
She gets more beautiful every day<br />
She is my rock<br />
She is my best friend. <br />
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Growing up as a child, I always remember the little things. I remember when I was born she was so happy to see me! (kidding) Seriously though, I do remember a lot from when I was a child. I remember the hugs from Mom, holding me, the tears she would cry when I cried, the PRAYERS, never judging, always praying. Always loving me despite the things I had done. NEVER treating me like I was less than the best daughter she ever wanted. (not saying I was a favorite, just saying) THESE are the things I remember, Goofy Mommy, silly Mommy, Caring Mommy, LOVING Mommy, but what meant the most, was how she raised me. She raised me to know that God can handle anything. Although at times, (and still at times) her mother is always there, the protector, the caring and worrying, I know that she is always praying. Praying every day, sometimes every minute. I love her more than I could ever express. She is teh best Mom in the whole wide world.
I love you mom!Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-38776180218646897662013-03-26T23:28:00.000-04:002013-03-26T23:28:29.411-04:00Almost a year!This is a blog I started over a year ago, just going to hit POST
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I can't believe that in 8 days it will be one year ago that I had my precious Emma Grace. Last year at this time I was just wanting them to "take it out!" I was absolutely miserable.</span></span> I looked like the Michelin Man my legs and feet were so swollen.<br />
I remember the first day I was having some weird reactions to the meds they gave me so I could hardly hold her at all because I was shaking so bad. That night I cried when Matt called the nurse to take Emma to the nursery. I remember thinking, If I can't take care of her in a hospital how am I going to do it at home. We brought my little angel home on August 13, Matt's 40th Birthday.<br />
She pretty much just laid there, she slept, ate and screamed, slept ate screamed. Looking back I was SO tired those first few weeks I couldn't see or even think straight. I was up non stop, worrying, is she still breathing, is she ok, why isn't she crying? Oh she's asleep. <br />
We had a twin bed in her room and I slept in there because Matt was working, and I honestly didn't want to leave the room. I stayed in there so Matt could get his sleep plus we didn't want to bring Emma in our bedroom because we wanted her to feel comfortable in her crib and not want to sleep with us.<br />
So far it has worked out great. We still haven't moved the twin bed out of the room, and occasionally when I get home from work at night I will go sleep in there just to be in the room with her.<br />
It's so hard to believe how much a baby can change in a year. She went from laying there screaming louder than we ever thought a baby could possibly scream, crying in the car when I would try to take her to see everyone in Griffin.<br />
MORE THAN ONCE I swore I would NEVER drive to Griffin again it was so stressful.Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-22569938873496333342013-03-26T23:23:00.001-04:002013-03-26T23:23:30.657-04:00The Handsome HusbandSO, I figured I'd finish some of these blogs that have been in the works for months...and in a few cases a year. lol. Here's the 1st one..
I'd like to take a minute or two, to give much respect to, the man that's made a difference in my worls. (ok, so that's salt & peppa's what a man song) I'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJFXMGOMtzcIsoAU7Gfn3SEIXI1Qwuha-lQ7pIz6CIbOsp8pp0pWocEMlpBkNaxLkYU98VrCUqfHEBeV0eS-tEUqoRVVzFimayqEVznNoi4PDD3tXRXkHcCXlkbg3hsxqzx1ZkdNZXk8X/s1600/Dallas-20121211-01620.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJFXMGOMtzcIsoAU7Gfn3SEIXI1Qwuha-lQ7pIz6CIbOsp8pp0pWocEMlpBkNaxLkYU98VrCUqfHEBeV0eS-tEUqoRVVzFimayqEVznNoi4PDD3tXRXkHcCXlkbg3hsxqzx1ZkdNZXk8X/s320/Dallas-20121211-01620.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixu-Czmg_A_OgVBSbd9Zjzjx_NARKwHw3ueWQSQVNLGHUhQWcs0huyntM7lg0n4bGKYCzDNMH-LFl-lm-PcLnfr7NsvVsgOwPC6_E455GpYBqtpPmGmFmUZDNz2aUQJbSmbD7KHjwYZsOU/s1600/395891_10151072252919259_1354044526_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixu-Czmg_A_OgVBSbd9Zjzjx_NARKwHw3ueWQSQVNLGHUhQWcs0huyntM7lg0n4bGKYCzDNMH-LFl-lm-PcLnfr7NsvVsgOwPC6_E455GpYBqtpPmGmFmUZDNz2aUQJbSmbD7KHjwYZsOU/s320/395891_10151072252919259_1354044526_n.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtgKISIQaUiKxmaIsfVdrQp7C4yHFG5RSpD7ZJ26nPWy8_ANSlEwZRlEaqltJZ0fglzcBHSnqCFrHrUXl1ab_IlTdL5jWQpxOxSD5RmTBfSZGU5q8CufWSANo6rXJwV6qMPDPSqTM7rd4/s1600/Dallas-20121008-01356.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtgKISIQaUiKxmaIsfVdrQp7C4yHFG5RSpD7ZJ26nPWy8_ANSlEwZRlEaqltJZ0fglzcBHSnqCFrHrUXl1ab_IlTdL5jWQpxOxSD5RmTBfSZGU5q8CufWSANo6rXJwV6qMPDPSqTM7rd4/s320/Dallas-20121008-01356.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwFopltWuWmF9UEOC3rVUdA7rggecJnbWEEkHS-_oYQlPn8hLL2JohGCOkzSuT3GQW6dD8R5LEsQhECGyAGU83ahCLzteOG6a71xUZcihNKHanNF_YU6I_g3KFYt9k6d0gehc8CtPGIQz/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwFopltWuWmF9UEOC3rVUdA7rggecJnbWEEkHS-_oYQlPn8hLL2JohGCOkzSuT3GQW6dD8R5LEsQhECGyAGU83ahCLzteOG6a71xUZcihNKHanNF_YU6I_g3KFYt9k6d0gehc8CtPGIQz/s320/2.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVFnUZ58GiV0-zUygMom0Fqw7jLmS9y2_wtRw1JfgXWVVmWh5OD0YCoFLiRcFS0E_UZS968DFuaKoIks9CNu0UCFSfmptm3QIJYIpM0btdAe5QPMUvoPjWdLEgGfGoJmSf0AljA794Sw4/s1600/558856_10151119044744259_182567229_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVFnUZ58GiV0-zUygMom0Fqw7jLmS9y2_wtRw1JfgXWVVmWh5OD0YCoFLiRcFS0E_UZS968DFuaKoIks9CNu0UCFSfmptm3QIJYIpM0btdAe5QPMUvoPjWdLEgGfGoJmSf0AljA794Sw4/s320/558856_10151119044744259_182567229_n.jpg" /></a>ll start my own blog now. <br />
:)<br />
I met Matt at work one day. When he emailed me and said, I just saw you in the hall...we met about 10 years ago...I was in griffin with a mutual friend playing golf. <br />
It was February 8th, 2008. We talked over email that weekend ALL weekend. Actually, I believe we talked over MySpace. ;) haha. The following Tuesday we went out to lunch during work, and our 1st official date was on Valentines Day 2008. He got us a cabin in Tennessee and the cabin was called "as good as it gets" Very fitting I might add.<br />
I honestly believe I fell in love with him on our very first date.<br />
He was everything I was looking for. Funny, handsome, responsible, a good father. We dated from February and by July we were engaged to be married. We married May 2009. Honeymooned in Cabo, which was so much fun. We loved to just take off randomly and drive to the mountains, or drive wherever we ended up, and stay the night..or 2. We have a lot of fun together :) July after we got married, I got pregnant and had a miscarriage. That was a terrible time for me, I was so heartbroken. But god chose to bless us in November 2009, we found out around Christmas we were expecting a baby. Ohhhhh, what a blessing. I realize now, that had I not had the miscarriage, I wouldn't have Emma. <br />
It's a TOTALLY different marriage when you are out having fun, and when you have a baby! (for the record I wouldn't change it for the world)
It's not all fun with a baby, no more leaving work and going out getting home at 12 and going towork in the morning. Who needs sleep when youre high on love right? :)
Matt has been such a blessing in my life, Emma has been the best daughter in the world. It's true that you love your husband and children in completely different ways. I thought my heart was full of love when I met Matt, but I had so much more love to give when I had Emma.
Matt is a great father, he works so hard, he can literally, do anything.
I am blessed to have him as a partner for life, and am so looking forward to growing old with him.
Love my family, and so blessed!
(Matt sends me pictures nightly of what he and Em are doing because he knows I miss them so much and hate being at work and not with them. Thankful for a wonderful, thoughtful Man!)Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-35018647784422949502013-03-26T20:59:00.001-04:002013-03-26T20:59:48.089-04:00They ComplainSo they complain. They complain about who gets what days off what shift they get what time they come in. Whether they're a minute late, a minute early, 15 minutes late, 5 minutes early. Who they work for, they even complain about whether the people they work for get overtime, too many days off, never take any days off, always call in sick. Whether their coworkers take too many days off are an hour late, what pants they wear, what shirts they wear, what shoes they wear, what HATS they wear..even what costs they wear. They complain. They are never happy, never to be pleased. " I don't like my off day!" They say, I say, when I started working here I had rotating off days with weekends once a month,I was happy to have a job. They go to HR instead and have the whole schedule jacked up because they don't have enough time. They whine about EVERYTHING. Everything. What boss was off last week? Lets send an anonymous email to the freakin president telling on them! Lets tell our boss and whine and cry because we don't like our off days and then when they say we need 24 hour coverage they just want to work overtime. They complain about people taking their job too serious and people taking their job not serious enough. As if they were always perfect. "Well, so and so is just taking this safety stuff TOO seriously!" "Well, so and so never does anything" "well, so and so doesn't wear the right pants" (that one happened to me) lol. Waahh. I'm so tired of them complaining all the time about everything and everyone! Do these people seriously not have enough of a life to worry about what pants I freakin wear to work?! When I talked to MY BOSS about it he was ok about it, so get your nose out of it! They complain because someone got 30 hours overtime on their check, maybe because they put so much thought and effort into what everyone else is doing they feel like they've earned far more than that! I guarantee they probably have. So and so never does anything, all he does is sit back there and watch movies, every time I see him he's asleep..he's never here I don't even know how they justify his paycheck! <br />
What's the real kicker is, people like me, who try to stay as far away from these freakin LEECHES as I can, I come in this tool room so I don't have to work with the nagging and complaining all day every day. I come in here and try to distance myself from them, they STILL single me out, to where I'm coming in every day paranoid if I'm doing something wrong ill get "written up" and I don't even DO anything wrong. I stay away, but somehow everyone's energy is focused so sharply on me. What in the world did I do to them? I just don't get it. It's worse because you'd think these are just the troublemakers, they're the ones the bosses hate because they cause so much drama. But in the end it's the whiners and criers who get the tool room I should have, they get it because they whined and cried enough, so even though I'm the top person on my shift, I am "supposed" to be where I choose, they get to work there. Why? Because they went to HR, they went to whine & complain about the days off or people off or bosses off. The very same ones who complain ABOUT the foreman, go complain TO the foreman and get whatever they want. One minute he's out there "scoping out everyone making sure they don't leave early" the next minute they're in his office whining because they can't work where they want. WELL YOU'VE ONLY BEEN HERE 5 years! What do you expect?! But, irony is lost on me...they get what they want. So, maybe after all this time what I've learned is, whine loudly, complain about nothing, make people dread spending time with you....and get whatever you want. I should have learned this a long time ago. Until then...ill come in every day and stand in line to be looked over like I'm in the damn army, whether my boots are shined just right...and let the freakin whiners and complainers get whatever they want. Because...I'm just not that way. I don't say anything because its none of my business, I stay out of it because I DON'T CARE! I don't care who wears what who comes in when who leaves when who is off when who works when. I honestly do not care! I come in and I do what I'm supposed to do and I leave all this stupid stuff here. I'm not out to police anyone or anything and I'm DAMN sure not going to do it when I'm not their boss! Get a grip people! If you wanted to be the boss you should have put in for it, and if you put in for it and didn't get it, there's probably a good reason, and some of them who put in and got it they probably did for no good reason too, being they whine and complain too much.<br />
Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-81246100179986987232013-03-13T11:20:00.001-04:002013-03-13T11:20:36.650-04:00March 2013SLEEPY! Got home last night to finish reading my book before bed and Emma woke up crying about midnight. I figured I'd get up with her since I was still reading so I brought my pillows & blanket in her room, laid down, snuck my iPad in, put the book on night time rolled over where she thought I was sleeping, and finished my book. She had a really hard time falling back asleep poor thing. Finally she did, so I took a bathroom break. She woke up. I've never quite mastered the art of "moving quietly" lol. My ankles crack every step I take, I hit ALL the squeaky spots on the floor, (the house was sold under the assumption "quiet floors" meaning they don't squeak.) lol. RIIIGHT. so, she woke up, I was still up, she seemed wide awake, poor thing. I know how it is to not be able to sleep. So I had pity on her and said, "you want to come lay with Mommy?"<br />
She all but hopped out of the bed, lol. I had her get her pillows, we laid there, played with her birds, she takes all the pillows so I grabbed a big stuffed sheep (our 1st decorating idea for her nursery) as a pillow. The good thing that came out of it was after I picked up sheep she got her potato heads out & low and behold MRS. Potato heads hair was hidden down there! We finally found her hair! YAY! We're still searching for Mr. Potato Heads hat though. After a while it was time for Matt to get up and Emma still seemed awake so I added more coffee and water to the pot & decided to stay up. We told Daddy goodbye, we watched tv a little, she had some yogurt. Then about 7 we fell asleep on the couch. UNTIL 10. So, I kind of knew it would turn out like that so I called in and took the day off about 5am. :)<br />
Too bad I'm already on my 4th of July Holiday. The only fireworks tonight will be in my dreams. Lol. Good thing about 2nd shift, is on the 4th, if we do anything I can still stay up late, and Matt is always off and always has days to take off...somehow he never seems to run out& we have the same amount. Lol. (coughgoodbossescough)<br />
So, he can get up early and let Me sleep late if we do venture out. I can't imagine we will though.<br />
So, we're up, I'm trying to function normally until Matt gets home then I'll either go back to bed, or decide to try and stay up. I foresee at least a nap though.<br />
Anyways, as hard as it is, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love our all nighters. We always have fun. She gets so excited to be out of bed in the middle of the night. Well, we have fun until I get awfully tired...I can get a LITTLE cranky. I did good this morning though.<br />
Emma is on the floor playing with the toy cars right now. She just picked up a tractor and said ALL ABOARD! Lol<br />
Hoping to have a good day with my little sweetie...and maybe be lucky enough to be awake for jeopardy ;) lol.<br />
Hope everyone is doing good! <br />
The End<br />
(ok, so I have the blogger app on the iPad & decided to add a pic I told her to smile! She cries NO,, NO don't like to smile (LIE) so, I snapped this picture of her I won't smile fit.)<br />
Next lesson will be on how to not tell a lie I guess, because she the smiliest little girl I know)<br />
Ok, 2nd pic I just snuck, she just said all aboard! Choo choo...playing cars. Lol<br />
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Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-20698494873136032662012-10-10T01:05:00.000-04:002012-10-10T01:05:04.979-04:00It's the Little things<span style="font-size: large;">I've been meaning to write this one for a while, but have been saving up my reasons.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever I think about the sweet, cute things Emma does, I have a "note" in my phone and i put it in there so I can capture them together at the same time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My note is called, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I Love the way you:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To my sweet baby Girl, you have only been 2 a few months, but you have brightened every day of my life, and so many more to come. I am so proud to be your Mom. So, here we go:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you tell Elmo Bye at the end of sesame street</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way when we leave the house you have to tell Buddy bye</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you do the little laugh Elmo does at the beginning of Sesame Street. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I love the way you say UH OH! When your cartoons are over</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you say Calliou with the emphasis on YOUUU</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you say "nine" when you want more food (lately you will say "nine" "more" I have no idea where you got nine at, but it's the cutest thing ever</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you grab my finger to touch the iPhone or iPad because mine will probably work better</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you act like you're going to cuddle with me then wipe your nose on my shirt</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the was you say "SHUU TEEE" (brush teeth)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you pick up your purse and yell BYE!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you say BYE! when we leave the room</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you say MMMM MMMM when you eat something good</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you push your baby doll in the stroller and want us to chase you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you Hide around the corner when I chase you then laugh a HUGE laugh because I didn't see you!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you show so much expression when you watch cartoons</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you get up and dance every time Panwaba comes on</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you see something on the floor or anywhere and go EWWWWWW</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you grab my finger so we can hold hands and walk/run through the house</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you kiss your stuffed animals goodnight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you wrap your legs high around my waist so I wont put you down</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you SQUEAL with delight when you think something is extra fun or funny</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you look through the wooden bar sections on the table in the breakfast room</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you Go in our room and say UP!UP! When you want on the bed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you go in your room and I can hear you saying MAAA MAAAA, I go in there and get whatever and everything out of your crib that you want. Mostly it's pillows, blankets, and various stuffed animals, Elmo, Ernie, Cookies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you call the cookie monster "Cookies"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you lay your head on the cats and saw AWWW</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I love the way you say "UP! REA GET DOWN" when your done eating</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There were a few more things I added, On June 1, 2012, you learned to count to 10, NOW, you count all the time, everything. My smart girl. And that same week was the first time I'd ever seen you imitate something. You walked into the kitchen and started on your way back, on the floor, meowing like a cat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So now that I have all this wrote down, I am going to start a new blog, because she does SO much more than this now. As I was typing that I realized how much she's learned in such a few short months!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love you Emma! </span><br />
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<br />Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-31043335679826553072012-09-20T13:17:00.001-04:002012-09-20T13:17:38.915-04:00Emma's 2nd BirthdayWell, my little princess turned the big 2 a while ago and I wanted to share some pictures from her party. We had a great time, Emma had so much fun, and FAR more people showed up than I expected! I'm so blessed to have that little girl. Yep, sometimes it hard, but its WAY more wonderful than hard.<br />
Here's some pictures from her party! This is her as;eep on the morning of her birthday :)<br />
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<br />Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-58977272395270435822012-07-17T19:28:00.004-04:002012-07-17T19:28:31.219-04:00Oh Lord, I need this dress for Emma's 2nd birthday! How will I ever get it in time?<br />
http://www.etsy.com/listing/102354679/super-cute-sesame-street-inspired-elmo<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/102354679/super-cute-sesame-street-inspired-elmo">Elmo Birthday dress</a>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-69369440927463600392012-07-17T19:10:00.001-04:002012-07-17T19:10:20.119-04:00I'm here, are you?<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">OK, so, needles to say I haven't posted in a while. I feel very, very guilty! HA! No really I don't ;) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">All is well at the Fausnaugh mansion, Little Miss Emma is growing and growing, and just as great as can be! She loves to cuddle, and I love that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I will say give me a hug, and she will run and hug me and say, awwwwww.. It's so sweet. She has become a lot more vocal lately, singing songs and saying words. Just the other day I was changing her diaper and she said GAAAN-MA, I said, Grandmother, she said PAPA! It was the first time she had ever said that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Toay we were coming to work and it started raining and she shouted RAIN! I didn't even know she knew what rain was.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It's better for me too because she will tell me when she wants to eat, and WHAT she wans to eat. Bananna is NANNA, Yogurt is, well it's something like gurrr, but she opens the pantry and points at teh yogurt, so I get it. Smart little cookie she is!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It's almost time for the big Wiggles concert :) i'm really excited about it, I know she is going to L-O-V-E it!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">OK, well I didn't say I'd write a whole blog, but at least I wrote!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Have a great day!</span>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-77766808738388410702012-06-25T03:51:00.002-04:002012-06-25T03:51:44.092-04:005x7 Folded Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AaMWbdw0cOGTk4&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AaMWbdw0cOGRA/0AaMWbdw0cOGROSg/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1340610647000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Confetti Celebration Birthday Card</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Shutterfly offers custom <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/st-patricks-day-cards-and-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">St. Patrick's Day cards</a>.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-30732707567895453032012-01-23T20:19:00.002-05:002012-01-23T20:19:56.081-05:00The past few days<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This weekend went by WAY too fast! I can't even remember what we did Saturday, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with trying to teach Emma not to throw temper tantrums all day long. Sunday we headed to Griffin to have lunch with Mom & Bruce, and I headed over to a dear friends Grandmother's funeral. Then it was back home, BUT Matt and I did get to enjoy a movie together, Albeit it wasn't the BEST movie we'd ever seen. It was called Contagion. Now usually any movie that has Matt Damon in it is good to me..but really I think he is a much better "action" actor.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I had another movie I had rented from blockbuster express called Bridesmaids, that I <strike>tried </strike>watched after Matt went to bed. BOORRRINGG.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Better luck next time. Maybe I'll let the handsome husband pick the movies. (kidding)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, today was back to normal routine, wake up play with Emma, put her down for a nap, get ready for work while she naps, and off to work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I've been trying really hard to work out, but it seems like ever since Thanksgiving I haven't gotten back in the groove yet. The gym is here at work, so unless I'm working I don't go. Not that we don't have an elliptical at home I can use..I just prefer the gym atmosphere. It makes me workout harder.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">SO, hopefully this week I will work all 5 days, and work OUT all 5 days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have GOT to do it. I want to feel better, so even when I don't feel like it, I've even gone up there and just done a 20 minute workout just so I can say I did something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm working on working out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I just have this TERRIBLE problem with food. No, you cant really call what I eat food i guess..it's junk. I eat a LOT of it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm hoping some sort of motivation about cutting calories will come soon..I wish I had the discipline to write down what I eat every day, I hear that's the best way, because there are some things you don't want to write down. Like say, i would like to write down that I ate 2 packs of coffee cakes today...along with an ice cream sandwich, 2 cokes, a pack of peanut butter crackers, a hostess cupcake..you get the picture..and you can obviously see that this is a problem. I mean, I can go to the gym 5 days a week, but if I keep eating like this..it's not going to make a difference in the world.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I MUST go to the grocery store soon and buy some things that are good for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Well, as far as everything else, Emma and I have both been sick since the Thursday after New years, plus she had her shots.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">We both have runny noses, which seems to be my only symptom anymore...but it just wont stop! I hear there's a cold going around that has been lasting for a month, so maybe were both almost over it (I pray).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, even though it MAY not sound like it, today has been a petty good day, and only a Little over 2 hours until I get to go home! I hope I can go right to bed when I get there! I like being asleep by 11:30. Sometimes I get on pinterest and start pinning away and next thing I know it's 1 or 2am..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But I'm gonna stop that! haha</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, only 4 more days until the weekend again. We "should" have both Matt's kids this coming weekend. Well, sure we will have Harrison, but I don't think Madison enjoys coming over too much anymore. She's at the "teenager" stage where they are in their own little world, and the only thing that matters is them. It'll be nice when she gets a little older and appreciates family time like I do :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I love nothing more than spending time with my family. I am so blessed to have everyone I have. Even though I live an hour 1/2 away, I still try to go visit as much as possible. I miss my friends too though, although I don't have NEAR as many as I used to, because you have to actually spend TIME with friends to keep them. I try though. It's really hard to get to town and see Mom, and maybe on occasion I can fit ONE friend in, but usually I get up too late to fit anyone in. I have invited people to my house, a few have came, but I realize we do live very far away, so I try to not take it personal :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">One day Matt says we can move to a "medium" ground between his kids and my family..I imagine by then I wont have many friends left in town, lol, but that will just give me more time with my family right!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">OK, well, that sounded like a dreadful blog, but just saying what I feel like it today. I promise the next blog will be a happier one :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">LOVE!</span><br />Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-70166755575420514942012-01-18T11:00:00.000-05:002012-01-18T11:00:27.918-05:00I can't stand itMy little baby isn't feeling good and I can't stand it! :( I hate it when she is sick.I'm sure every Mom feels my pain. She had a cold along with a fever about a weeek and 1/2 ago, and she's had a runny nose ever since. Her shots were on Monday and she had a fever, but they gave her her shots anyway. I don't think it was a good idea :(<br />
She's had a fever ever since, and Matt called last night and said when she got up from her nap, she just cried for like 30 minutes and there was just no soothing her, she was miserable.<br />
She was up last night after I got home from work and I just held her.<br />
This morning she is lethargic and whimpers a lot.<br />
Right now she is falling asleep next to me on the couch. Very unlike her. <br />
I can't wait until she feels better and I wonder how long it will last :(<br />
That's it for today..just hoping she feels better soon. <br />
I CANT STAND IT!<br />
I want this happy baby back<br />
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I've been trying to figure out what to get her for Christmas, since she seems WAY more content pulling all her clothes out of the drawers or tupperware out of the cabinets than actually playing with any toys. BUT, I can't not get her ANYTHING.<br />
SO, today I am meeting a lady who has an art easel, she said her daughters played with it at that age. Then another woman Saturday for a sit-n-spin, oh, another woman today, I dont even remember what I'm getting from her but it's 5.00, lol. I just hate to spend a buncha money on toys, when she doesn't play with MOST of the ones we have. She loves stuffed animals...and her little flute recorder thing. I just dont know what to get her. I'm sure I will come up with something though. I just need to get to a store and try to make a wise decision. I really need to just ask everyone who has a baby same age, what they got...<br />
I need GOOD ideas..<br />
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SO, to finish talking about that sweet little blessing of mine. It seems a lot now days I feel like I'm going crazy or I say "I'm gonna lose it soon!" lol. Sometimes I REALLY do feel stressed out. Honestly I'd say mainly on the weekends when the husbands home, because he and I are SO different. He always has to be doing something. I enjoy watching cartoons with Emma or doing her clothes, or selling her clothes. He has to be....pressure washing the house, waxing the wood floors, shampooing the carpet...<br />
I prefer more low key things. YES, I think those things need to be done, just not very large projects every weekend.<br />
SO in between taking care of Emma and "trying to lool like" I enjoy emptying every cabinet and cleanning it out then putting everything back in and being tired, and getting told "I LET YOU SLEEP TIL 8" lol. I do get stresssed a lot. I think a lot of it has to do with lack of sleep. Matt tries though, he is so proud when he gets up with Emma and I come out on my own. I really need a vacation. Thing is, I dont want a vacation alone, or without Matt or Emma, I just want us all to have fun together and not feel like we always have to do something.<br />
Maybe this weekend...<br />
OK, well I meant to go somewhere totally different with that...but that's where it went, so I must have needed to get it out. HAHA. OK, well, I need to go find Emma something cute to wear today and roll up my sweatpants and turn my t shirt right side out..might even pull my hair up in a ponytail..<br />
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Talk at you later :))Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-19087105002075227572011-11-29T13:30:00.001-05:002013-03-26T23:26:35.191-04:00Thanksgiving is over..<strong><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, the Thanksgioving Holidays are over. It was a pretty rough week, (aside from the Thanksgiving part). I got a call from mt best GUY friend, who told me his Dad's girlfriend died. It was so sad, and I need to go see him and spend some time with him. He lives with his Mother who suffers from Alzheimers. The very same night I got a call that my Grandad was in the hospital again(technically, he had been my Grandmothers boyfriend until the day she died, but he was the only one I ever knew so he WAS my grandad. He has been in and out of the hospital for quite some time, but I thought he was better. He beat cancer, and had pneumonia, and was back home, but then all of a sudden he had pneumonia again, only 10% of his kidney function and refused dialiysis. He died Monday morning. He was cremated, and they are shipping most of his remains to Mississippi to scatter over his parents grave, and are giving us some to have our own memorial to sprinkle over Nanny's grave. Hard sad week. </span></strong><br />Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-57912175231471646602011-11-11T09:45:00.001-05:002011-11-11T10:05:19.244-05:00<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today is Friday, November 11, 2011. I Can't BELIEVE it's almost the end of the year! Good Grief! This year has flown by so fast it's almost sad. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">As I sit here watching Super Why, I mean, teaching Em to watch Super Why...I just think, Boy has she gotten big. You should see these little sweatpants on her today. FUNEEEE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">She keeps looking back at me while I type making sure I am still watching her watch TV, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">Yes she's doing a VERY good job :)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">The Handsome Husband is out planting flowers for the subdivision, (which HOPEFULLY he won't have to do for too much longer) He works so hard. I am hoping in about 3 years he will only have to work ONE job, like normal people :)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">I am more excited than normal about Christmas this year, which if you know me, that's hard to believe since my house is always fully decorated with singing santas, snowglobes and nutcrackers :)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">It's going to be SO FUN with Emma this year! On her birthday she still couldn't figure out the opening presents thing, but I'm pretty sure she will understand it this year.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">I think.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">If not, I will gladly help her :)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">Matt & I are going to start baking a cake for Jesus's birthday every year on christmas eve. His idea. He said it will help us teach the kids that Christmas isn't just about presents, but it's MOSTly about Jesus.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">Sure it's a fun time. Who doesn't like waking up to tons of presents under a twinkly tree?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">I'd love to wake up to that every day. It's really hard to teach them it's about Jesus when they have all these presents...right? So, were not gonna get them anything this year</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">HA! KIDDING!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">OK, well, I don't really have much to say, I just thought I'd update my blog. Everything is great in Fausnaughville.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">We have 3 days off together, Matt, Emma & I. It's always good to spend QT together :)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana;">Hope everyone has a great weekend! :) I'll leave you with a picture of Em's 1st Christmas, and can assure you this year will be completely different! I know she will be so excited!</span></strong><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujq-FSkDyS7ka9_2XtUwPaK8oLwNKccVhUp67m6LvrZWZMEFRNRpISAfe55HZZVbS-U7sewIJ3mI_b2QYPZHe8mCoeF52jqzwP3ZVNRCRhJ7kYa3S_DhJ4433SA2FPLQcqUpVlPsvSUdU/s1600/20110824_72.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujq-FSkDyS7ka9_2XtUwPaK8oLwNKccVhUp67m6LvrZWZMEFRNRpISAfe55HZZVbS-U7sewIJ3mI_b2QYPZHe8mCoeF52jqzwP3ZVNRCRhJ7kYa3S_DhJ4433SA2FPLQcqUpVlPsvSUdU/s320/20110824_72.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-13898352489564431722011-08-13T00:46:00.000-04:002011-08-13T00:46:14.889-04:00Little Miss Emma<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Happy First Birthday to my little Miss Emma Grace Fausnaugh! I just can't believe it's been a year! A whole YEAR, and tomorrow, (well actually today) will be a year that we brought her home from the hospital! What a blessing she has been! Seems like just yesterday I was swearing I'd NEVER drive to Griffin again because she screamed the whole way there and back...now when we get in the car she claps to music and I feed her num nums and she drinks her juice. She is much more efficient now and prefers to read a book or build a small city in the backseat rather than cry. Crying is for BABIES. AND THAT SHE IS NOT! lol. She really has become quite the little girl. Feisty little thing, and you better give her what she wants, or do what she wants or she will throw a R.O.Y.A.L. fit. I seriously need to do some reading on that subject, but as of right now I don't really mind so much. I'm far more concerned with her walking skills and too busy worrying she will fall. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">She really is a wonderful baby girl, and I enjoy every minute I get to spend with her. She brings so much joy into our lives, it's hard to imagine we were ever happy without her! Of course we were, but man, I don't know where in the world all this love came from, but the house is flooded with it!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I decided that on her birthday I would let her do whatever she wanted (to an extent). So whereas we normally barricade her in the living room so we dont have to chase her through the house, I let her crawl and explore what she wanted. I let her open a present..well, I opened a present for her. She loved it! I sang Happy Birthday to her all day long, she watched Chica sing Happy Birthday in the morning, and I believe she had a really fun day. On my shift anyways. Cant say what happened on Daddy's because he got me a new laptop, and I know for the first 2 hours he was home he was calling telling me about it.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I gave her an oreo, the first one ever. She tried it and threw it on the floor. I had to throw it away because we have 2 very hairy cats who shed a lot. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I gave her another one in her high chair and gave her as long as she needed to eat it. It honestly took her about 45 minutes to eat that oreo, she picked it apart, smeared it on her face, twisted, dug in it. She had a grand time. I had to finally take it away because it was time for the drive to work. She had a SUGAR RUSH on the way to work and pretty much danced clapped and sang the whole way in. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Matt bought her a swing for the swingset, and he put it on there, he said she had a ball swinging in it. I could hardly wait until the next day to get her in it. She did enjoy it. I have a video of her just swinging and singing, it's so dern cute.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Back to reality yesterday, and today, but tomorrow(today) we are celebrating her birthday in Griffin with the family. I have a rather large cake for her, and am so excited because it will be the first time people gather around and we sing happy birthday with a candle. I know she will have fun tomorrow.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Matt's Birthday is also tomorrow, and I feel a little bad because last year on his 40th birthday we were coming home from the hospital, both worn out and grouchy, and it just wasn't a good day. We had planned to have Emma's party last weekend but she and Matt both got sick, so we had to postpone.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have arranged for an Ohio State cake for Matt though, and already have out his birthday card and gifts. The big gift I ordered him(the log splitter) didn't show up on time, they told me to call back next tuesday. What a dissapointment that is. If I had known that I would have just went and bought the one they had at the Home depot, but..it is what it is..so it will just be a surprise for him next week I guess.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Well that's it for me tonight, I need to get in the bed so I can get up at a decent time to head down to Griffin and have 2 big birthday parties :) </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Hope everyone has a great day!</span></strong>Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694714031057311414.post-76452605005627165282011-08-02T11:33:00.000-04:002011-08-02T11:33:52.799-04:00Beau Gentry Photography: Emma<a href="http://beaugentryphotography.blogspot.com/2011/07/emma.html?spref=bl">Beau Gentry Photography: Emma</a>: "Emma , a photo by Beau Gentry on Flickr. This is Emma, my friend Jaime's daughter. She said it would be hard to a 'bad' picture and she wa..."Mommyfausnaughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643246722696032218noreply@blogger.com0