Okay so here's the deal.
I mentioned that I've lost a few pounds while on this clean eating switch. I realize that a lot of it is water and my body is getting readjusted to the new intake of fresh foods. I know that it takes less time to digest foods that don't have preservatives in them so my food exits much faster than it used it. I get that.
But at the same time, guys, I just calculated my BMI and it's a little scary. It's now 18.2. <18 .5="" considered="" have="" i="" is="" nbsp="" underweight.="">never
been underweight. Now, I know that it's barely underweight, but it's still underweight all the same!
I'm beginning to think that it's definitely time to start throwing in some workouts here and there. My caloric intake is really pretty good, I just need to rebuild my muscle tone. Before I got pregnant with Katy, I was a nice healthy 130 lbs (at 5'7") and a lot of it was lean muscle. I wasn't bulky and I wasn't crazy strong, but I had decent muscle tone (and as we all know, muscle weighs more than fat).
Of course, once I figure out some more clean desserts to make, I'm pretty sure my weight will begin to turn around :)
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
1st Clean Eating Update
So, it's been 5 days and I already have an update to give!
I want it to be clear that I did not begin clean eating as a way to lose weight. Being that I started this out at 120lbs while 5'7", losing weight is not something that I wanted/needed/could really afford. But my body obviously had some different plans. Apparently all that junk I was putting into my body was causing me to retain water (which I knew to an extent).
So, 5 days after I've started clean eating and I'm down to 116lbs. This is the lowest weight I've been my entire adult life. I don't think I've been 116 since at least high school. I've been the same height since junior high so I'd venture a guess that I haven't seen 116 since even then.
He's a big clarification though - I don't look super skinny. I can tell that I've lost water weight, but as far as losing a bunch of inches off my body, I don't really think I have. I did go down a notch on my belt, but I think that's also from the dropping of water weight - bloating is something I've nearly always dealt with.
I feel a heck of a lot more energized (even with just 1 cup of coffee in the morning and nothing but water throughout the day). I don't have the strong craving for sugar as I did a week ago. I even cleaned out my pantry and put a bunch of stuff in a bag to take over to my in-laws (they've made it pretty clear this is not something they really want to do - at least not yet).
I haven't noticed a difference in my skin yet but it's only been 5 days and I'm pretty sure I'm in the throes of PMS anyway so that always throws things for a loop. At the end of November I'm planning on taking a picture of my face, fresh from the shower, no makeup. I took one last week and I'm looking forward to seeing the comparison.
Another thing I'm going to try to do is eliminate plastics from our kitchen/pantry. A lot of our food is stored in plastic containers (sugar, flour, grains, etc) and I want to switch over to glass. I actually found a pretty good deal on 2 gallon cookie jars. I told Mike this last night and he got this stunned look on his face like "How the heck are we going to do that?!" But really, it won't be that giant of a leap. Mason jars are good for things like grains and beans, big jars for our flours and storing baked goods. I already use mostly glass Pyrex bowls to store leftovers. The only time we really use plastic is if we're transporting stuff to my in-law's place. I think he's more afraid of what it's going to cost.
And speaking of cost! Another thing I'm going to do throughout all of this is keep all of my receipt for grocery shopping over the next 6 weeks or so. I had a friend ask me if clean eating was more expensive and I want to give an honest answer to that. So far what I've found is that it is more expensive at the grocery store but, bear in mind - we're not eating out (or at least, definitely not as much) AND I've had to restock things that normally is purchased maybe once a year (like my chili powder that normally would cost $1 but instead cost me $4 because we switched to organic). And I'm also buying things that I haven't really bought before (like quinoa) so I don't know if there are places where you can buy these things more in bulk and pay less. (On that note: if you know of a good place to buy grains and other dry goods in bulk at a decent price, I'd love to hear it! With 2 kids in tow, shopping around looking for the best price on stuff isn't the easiest thing in the world.)
I want it to be clear that I did not begin clean eating as a way to lose weight. Being that I started this out at 120lbs while 5'7", losing weight is not something that I wanted/needed/could really afford. But my body obviously had some different plans. Apparently all that junk I was putting into my body was causing me to retain water (which I knew to an extent).
So, 5 days after I've started clean eating and I'm down to 116lbs. This is the lowest weight I've been my entire adult life. I don't think I've been 116 since at least high school. I've been the same height since junior high so I'd venture a guess that I haven't seen 116 since even then.
He's a big clarification though - I don't look super skinny. I can tell that I've lost water weight, but as far as losing a bunch of inches off my body, I don't really think I have. I did go down a notch on my belt, but I think that's also from the dropping of water weight - bloating is something I've nearly always dealt with.
I feel a heck of a lot more energized (even with just 1 cup of coffee in the morning and nothing but water throughout the day). I don't have the strong craving for sugar as I did a week ago. I even cleaned out my pantry and put a bunch of stuff in a bag to take over to my in-laws (they've made it pretty clear this is not something they really want to do - at least not yet).
I haven't noticed a difference in my skin yet but it's only been 5 days and I'm pretty sure I'm in the throes of PMS anyway so that always throws things for a loop. At the end of November I'm planning on taking a picture of my face, fresh from the shower, no makeup. I took one last week and I'm looking forward to seeing the comparison.
Another thing I'm going to try to do is eliminate plastics from our kitchen/pantry. A lot of our food is stored in plastic containers (sugar, flour, grains, etc) and I want to switch over to glass. I actually found a pretty good deal on 2 gallon cookie jars. I told Mike this last night and he got this stunned look on his face like "How the heck are we going to do that?!" But really, it won't be that giant of a leap. Mason jars are good for things like grains and beans, big jars for our flours and storing baked goods. I already use mostly glass Pyrex bowls to store leftovers. The only time we really use plastic is if we're transporting stuff to my in-law's place. I think he's more afraid of what it's going to cost.
And speaking of cost! Another thing I'm going to do throughout all of this is keep all of my receipt for grocery shopping over the next 6 weeks or so. I had a friend ask me if clean eating was more expensive and I want to give an honest answer to that. So far what I've found is that it is more expensive at the grocery store but, bear in mind - we're not eating out (or at least, definitely not as much) AND I've had to restock things that normally is purchased maybe once a year (like my chili powder that normally would cost $1 but instead cost me $4 because we switched to organic). And I'm also buying things that I haven't really bought before (like quinoa) so I don't know if there are places where you can buy these things more in bulk and pay less. (On that note: if you know of a good place to buy grains and other dry goods in bulk at a decent price, I'd love to hear it! With 2 kids in tow, shopping around looking for the best price on stuff isn't the easiest thing in the world.)
Monday, October 28, 2013
Changes, they are a-comin'!
I debated with myself whether or not I was going to blog about this at all. I kept thinking "who cares? You're doing this stuff for you, you're not an expert on this at all. Why would you want to blog about this?" But then I remembered that I blog mostly for myself. I don't have many people who read my blog to begin with. So I decided to go ahead with it and here I am!
A few weeks ago, I saw in passing something about clean eating. I didn't even pay attention to it at all, really. Then I was watching a YouTube video about dying my hair and I wound up watching a whole bunch of videos by this person who also, coincidentally, clean eats. She went on about how it changed her life, she's no longer putting chemicals in her body, yadda yadda yadda.
Fast forward a few weeks and I hop on Pinterest (oh the love/hate relationship I have with thee) and decided, what the heck - I'll search for some clean eating stuff, see what I come up with.
Whoa, guys. This is a pretty big deal! I've come across a few blogs (check out this one) and a whole mess of recipes (this is a good one!). Some people are far more strict with their diets; they have eliminated anything that isn't 100% fresh. Others are more relaxed; they've eliminated overly processed foods, refined sugars and flours. The route we're taking is kind of in between (so far, anyway).
It's a transition, to go from "normal" eating to clean eating. I suppose I could go through my refrigerator and pantry and toss anything and everything that isn't clean. But then I'd have to spend hundreds of dollars repurchasing things that are clean. Because, guys, SO much that we put into our bodies is not clean. The biggest shock I've discovered? Spices! If you don't buy organic spices, you might want to switch over, and I'll tell you why: non-organic spices have a chemical added to them to prevent clumping. A CHEMICAL to prevent clumping, y'all! Even our spices aren't safe!!
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There's a few reasons why I've decided (for myself) to eat clean.
Number 1, I want clearer skin. I've always struggled with combination skin, acne, dullness, age spots, sun spots, saggy skin (especially in the face). I've tried every OTC medication/cream/cleanser known to man. Nothing has worked. And I figured out that maybe I'm going about it the wrong way. Maybe what my skin needs isn't something to fix the outside, but something to fix the inside. I need to get rid of the refined sugars, MSG, gross additives that are in darn near everything I eat.
Number 2, I want more energy. I don't want to NEED caffeine throughout the day. I don't want to feel run down by the time I'm starting dinner. I want to be able to have the energy to play with my kids throughout the day. I want to wake up in the morning ready to start my day. I want to not NEED coffee to be able to function in the morning. I've had a few days here and there over the past few months where I haven't needed a cup of coffee or I have gotten up and got right to work on the house. Those days are awesome, and I want more of them.
Number 3, I want to change my kids' diets. I don't want them to have to start this in their 20s or 30s when they feel run down and exhausted and are sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I don't want then to NEED to make this change. And since we are their parents, we are in charge of what they eat. We can make this change for them now to prevent future problems. I don't want them to become addicted to the same things I have (sugar, processed and prepackaged foods, etc). Someone mentioned to me about a week ago that she felt bad for the kids who aren't allowed to have candy and boxed mac & cheese because their parents got to grow up with it and she felt they were unfairly missing out. But the thing is, while WE might see it as missing out, they don't. These kids don't know any different! How can they miss something they've never had?
Number 4, and this is the most important, it's Biblical. Romans 12:1-2:
I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. (ESV)
God gave me my body, as a gift to me, to do His will. It is my job to take care of my body, my childrens' bodies, and my husband's body (as the primary food purchaser and maker). While exercise is great (and VERY important), the stuff we put into our bodies is equally as important, if not moreso. I firmly believe it is right and good to go back to eating the way God intended: fresh fruits and vegetables, unprocessed meats, whole grains. God gave us these things to nourish our bodies and we ignore them for the flashy packaging and artificial flavors of processed foods.
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My goal is to use this blog as an accountability partner. I want to journal the changes that I notice. I want to be open and honest about my feelings toward this adjustment (right now I'm very positive, but it's been less than a week - I'm sure there will be days when things get HARD).
Here's the deal, though: I need your help just a little bit - if you notice it's been awhile and you haven't heard from me, PESTER ME. Almost everyone who reads this either knows me personally or through Facebook or Proboards. I want to keep this updated with my journey and, as I'm sure you've noticed by now, I'm not so great at this keeping up with the blog thing. I want to get better at that.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Announcement
On Saturday, I informed my boss that this would be my last month with the company. It's something that Mike and I have been discussing for quite some time but kept finding a "good" reason not to follow through. Even before Mikey was born (and before I was pregnant with him), I knew that I wanted to be home with my children, even if it was just until they were all in school. When we found out I was pregnant with Mikey, we decided to hold off - why wouldn't I want to get paid for 12 weeks maternity?
The original plan was to come back, get the branch through the holidays (which is always a stressful time in the banking industry) and then leave January 1.
Then we got a house and that changed. The plan then became to leave March 1 based on the assumption that we would be moved in and settled at the new place, know what our living expenses looked like. 5 months after purchasing the new house, we're still not moved in. The cost of remodeling our house went through the roof. Certainly not the time to quit. In fact, it seemed like a good time to ask for a promotion. So I did. And I hadn't heard anything. And hadn't heard. And hadn't heard.
Then, I heard something - or rather, Mike did. It was God, clearly telling him that this was NOT the path we were supposed to be on. We were no longer relying on him but trying to repair the situation ourselves. We always try to seek and follow God's will for our lives which, if you've ever sought that for yourselves you know, is not the easiest thing to discern. However, not trusting in God is never His will.
On Wednesday, Mike told me that he thought I should quit my job, that it's been weighing heavily on him, did I feel the same? Of course I had. Of course. We just had to figure out when my last day would be. Thursday morning, clear as day, He spoke - April 1. Give my boss a month to figure out what would be done (fill my position? fill another position that I often covered?) but still not prolong the inevitable, the necessary.
Saturday afternoon, after hemming and hawing and procrastinating, I pulled my boss into her office and told her. I choked up explaining that I needed to be home, that it was not to be seen as anything negative against her. And that's the truth.
I don't know what exactly God has in store for us, but I have a great peace knowing that I'm following His will. Not for a moment have I doubted that this is the decision for us. I know things are going to be tighter financially, but the positives greatly outweigh the negatives. And God will provide.
The original plan was to come back, get the branch through the holidays (which is always a stressful time in the banking industry) and then leave January 1.
Then we got a house and that changed. The plan then became to leave March 1 based on the assumption that we would be moved in and settled at the new place, know what our living expenses looked like. 5 months after purchasing the new house, we're still not moved in. The cost of remodeling our house went through the roof. Certainly not the time to quit. In fact, it seemed like a good time to ask for a promotion. So I did. And I hadn't heard anything. And hadn't heard. And hadn't heard.
Then, I heard something - or rather, Mike did. It was God, clearly telling him that this was NOT the path we were supposed to be on. We were no longer relying on him but trying to repair the situation ourselves. We always try to seek and follow God's will for our lives which, if you've ever sought that for yourselves you know, is not the easiest thing to discern. However, not trusting in God is never His will.
On Wednesday, Mike told me that he thought I should quit my job, that it's been weighing heavily on him, did I feel the same? Of course I had. Of course. We just had to figure out when my last day would be. Thursday morning, clear as day, He spoke - April 1. Give my boss a month to figure out what would be done (fill my position? fill another position that I often covered?) but still not prolong the inevitable, the necessary.
Saturday afternoon, after hemming and hawing and procrastinating, I pulled my boss into her office and told her. I choked up explaining that I needed to be home, that it was not to be seen as anything negative against her. And that's the truth.
I don't know what exactly God has in store for us, but I have a great peace knowing that I'm following His will. Not for a moment have I doubted that this is the decision for us. I know things are going to be tighter financially, but the positives greatly outweigh the negatives. And God will provide.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Katy's 3!
I cannot believe that my baby girl is 3 years old! Where in the world did the time go? I know that every parent on the face of the planet since the beginning of time says this but, my goodness! It really did fly by! I think I'm going to blink and she's going to be heading off to college.
One thing that I can definitely say, though, is that this girl is absolutely hilarious! The stories she weaves, the tales she tells, the things that come out of her mouth! Thank goodness for Facebook because I can easily record all of it as it comes - no searching for a piece of paper and a pen to jot it down only to forget some of it by the time I start to write.
Thanks to Pinterest, I decided to start a "20 Questions" book that I will update each year on her birthday. Without further adieu, Katy at 3:
What is your favorite color? Green
What is your favorite toy? Tigey (the miniature lamb that goes everywhere she does)
What is your favorite fruit? Orange
What is your favorite TV show? Daniel Tiger
What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Peanut butter & jelly
What is your favorite outfit? Red sweater
What is your favorite game? Video games
What is your favorite snack? Cupcakes
What is your favorite animal? Cow
What is your favorite song? "Jesus Loves Katy"
What is your favorite book? Nemo
Who is your best friend? Yia Yia
What is your favorite cereal? Lucky Charms
What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play in the sandbox at Yia Yia's
What is your favorite drink? Orange juice
What is your favorite holiday? Halloween
What do you like to sleep with? Tigey
What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Bagel
What do you want for dinner on your birthday? Chicken, animal crackers, & green cake
What do you want to be when you grow up? Papa - I want to fix things!
One thing that I can definitely say, though, is that this girl is absolutely hilarious! The stories she weaves, the tales she tells, the things that come out of her mouth! Thank goodness for Facebook because I can easily record all of it as it comes - no searching for a piece of paper and a pen to jot it down only to forget some of it by the time I start to write.
Thanks to Pinterest, I decided to start a "20 Questions" book that I will update each year on her birthday. Without further adieu, Katy at 3:
What is your favorite color? Green
What is your favorite toy? Tigey (the miniature lamb that goes everywhere she does)
What is your favorite fruit? Orange
What is your favorite TV show? Daniel Tiger
What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Peanut butter & jelly
What is your favorite outfit? Red sweater
What is your favorite game? Video games
What is your favorite snack? Cupcakes
What is your favorite animal? Cow
What is your favorite song? "Jesus Loves Katy"
What is your favorite book? Nemo
Who is your best friend? Yia Yia
What is your favorite cereal? Lucky Charms
What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play in the sandbox at Yia Yia's
What is your favorite drink? Orange juice
What is your favorite holiday? Halloween
What do you like to sleep with? Tigey
What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Bagel
What do you want for dinner on your birthday? Chicken, animal crackers, & green cake
What do you want to be when you grow up? Papa - I want to fix things!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Obligatory Election Day Post
Before you get you hopes up for a potential explosion of political views, I should tell you that I will not be discussing who I voted for.
Instead, I will be making a confession. This year, at age (almost) 27, I voted for the very first time. I feel almost dirty saying that. I had the opportunity to vote in the 2004 Bush v. Kerry election and chose not to. I was off at school which is totally NOT a good excuse. I went to school in the same state I grew up and I went home every weekend. I wouldn't have even needed to worry about an absentee ballot or any of that other fun stuff. I just didn't want to vote.
I didn't vote in the 2008 Obama v. McCain election, one of the most monumental elections our country has experienced. This actually came down to laziness, as pathetic as that is. I registered to vote online and, apparently, it didn't work. I found out about a month before the election that it didn't work. I didn't fight to fix the issue, I simply didn't vote. It wasn't until I renewed my license in 2011 that I registered to vote. Even at that, I didn't vote in the primaries.
This morning, though, I voted. For the very first time. Chalk it up to becoming a mother or realizing that I really do have an opinion in how my country is run. Maybe it's because I firmly believe that, unless you vote, you can't complain and, darn it, I want to be able to complain!
Up until last week, I had no idea who I was going to vote for. I watched (some of) the debates, I read up on the candidates, and I reflected on the last four years. Still, I was undecided. In the end, I chose who I chose - and I wasn't swayed by celebrities endorsing one candidate or the other, I wasn't swayed by my husband's political leanings, I wasn't swayed by friends or family. I chose MY candidate, the man I thought could lead this country successfully for the next four years. I had a say, I voiced my opinion. And, tonight, we'll find out if my guy won.
Instead, I will be making a confession. This year, at age (almost) 27, I voted for the very first time. I feel almost dirty saying that. I had the opportunity to vote in the 2004 Bush v. Kerry election and chose not to. I was off at school which is totally NOT a good excuse. I went to school in the same state I grew up and I went home every weekend. I wouldn't have even needed to worry about an absentee ballot or any of that other fun stuff. I just didn't want to vote.
I didn't vote in the 2008 Obama v. McCain election, one of the most monumental elections our country has experienced. This actually came down to laziness, as pathetic as that is. I registered to vote online and, apparently, it didn't work. I found out about a month before the election that it didn't work. I didn't fight to fix the issue, I simply didn't vote. It wasn't until I renewed my license in 2011 that I registered to vote. Even at that, I didn't vote in the primaries.
This morning, though, I voted. For the very first time. Chalk it up to becoming a mother or realizing that I really do have an opinion in how my country is run. Maybe it's because I firmly believe that, unless you vote, you can't complain and, darn it, I want to be able to complain!
Up until last week, I had no idea who I was going to vote for. I watched (some of) the debates, I read up on the candidates, and I reflected on the last four years. Still, I was undecided. In the end, I chose who I chose - and I wasn't swayed by celebrities endorsing one candidate or the other, I wasn't swayed by my husband's political leanings, I wasn't swayed by friends or family. I chose MY candidate, the man I thought could lead this country successfully for the next four years. I had a say, I voiced my opinion. And, tonight, we'll find out if my guy won.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
A Poop Story
This story contains the word "poop" several times. You've been warned.
I'm going to take advantage of this rare moment of quiet and tell you all a funny story.
(Of course, as I type that, my son releases the loudest poop next to me - I have a feeling I'm going to be full of funny stories to tell!)
I realize that I should be napping, since Katy is at my mother-in-laws and Mikey is sleeping next to me, but this is too good a story not to share. Oh, and I'm on my second cup of coffee.
First, let me update you real quick on the happenings here: Mikey was born last Wednesday. Katy had been prepped as much as a two-year-old can be on how things were going to change and what all was coming. He came home on Friday.
There. Now you're caught up enough to fully appreciate the following story.
Friday night, we decide to give Mikey his first "bath." And by bath, I mean washrag wipedown because he still has his umbilical stump. We get everything ready, lay a towel down on the floor so that we are in a great position for big sister Katy to watch the events and help out where she can.
I strip off his sleeper and get ready to take off his diaper when he lets loose. He hadn't pooped for about 36 hours prior (which we were NOT worried about because he pooped 8 times in the first day he was out - he had to build his supply back up!). Of course, we're all VERY excited and praised him on his impeccable timing. He seemed to be finished, so I pulled off his diaper and, whoa, was there a lot of poop!
Naturally, his big sister is quite curious. And here's where the story gets REALLY funny. Katy gets one good look at the diaper and loudly exclaims, "OH GROSS!!!!!"
But it gets better.
He continues to poop. So now, not only is she seeing what had already come out of him, but is getting a front row seat of it pumping out of his little bottom. I'm not exaggerating at all when I say she starts violently gagging. Not theatrical gagging. Not 2-year-old fake gagging. No. Really gagging. I look up and she has tears in her eyes and she's staring at me as though she's completely shell-shocked and can't help but stare. I yell to Mike that he needs to get in here fast because Katy's going to vomit everywhere! Luckily, she didn't, but she was really close, I could tell.
After finally getting that all taken care of, Mikey's very next step is to pee all over Mommy and the carpet. It took Daddy a few seconds to realize what was happening, but once he did, the laughing could not be stopped. All of us had tears in our eyes (for varying reasons, I think it took Katy a little while to forget the horrors that she witnessed). It was definitely a first bath to remember.
And that is the story about the first time that Mikey grossed out his big sister.
I'll leave you with this:
I'm going to take advantage of this rare moment of quiet and tell you all a funny story.
(Of course, as I type that, my son releases the loudest poop next to me - I have a feeling I'm going to be full of funny stories to tell!)
I realize that I should be napping, since Katy is at my mother-in-laws and Mikey is sleeping next to me, but this is too good a story not to share. Oh, and I'm on my second cup of coffee.
First, let me update you real quick on the happenings here: Mikey was born last Wednesday. Katy had been prepped as much as a two-year-old can be on how things were going to change and what all was coming. He came home on Friday.
There. Now you're caught up enough to fully appreciate the following story.
Friday night, we decide to give Mikey his first "bath." And by bath, I mean washrag wipedown because he still has his umbilical stump. We get everything ready, lay a towel down on the floor so that we are in a great position for big sister Katy to watch the events and help out where she can.
I strip off his sleeper and get ready to take off his diaper when he lets loose. He hadn't pooped for about 36 hours prior (which we were NOT worried about because he pooped 8 times in the first day he was out - he had to build his supply back up!). Of course, we're all VERY excited and praised him on his impeccable timing. He seemed to be finished, so I pulled off his diaper and, whoa, was there a lot of poop!
Naturally, his big sister is quite curious. And here's where the story gets REALLY funny. Katy gets one good look at the diaper and loudly exclaims, "OH GROSS!!!!!"
But it gets better.
He continues to poop. So now, not only is she seeing what had already come out of him, but is getting a front row seat of it pumping out of his little bottom. I'm not exaggerating at all when I say she starts violently gagging. Not theatrical gagging. Not 2-year-old fake gagging. No. Really gagging. I look up and she has tears in her eyes and she's staring at me as though she's completely shell-shocked and can't help but stare. I yell to Mike that he needs to get in here fast because Katy's going to vomit everywhere! Luckily, she didn't, but she was really close, I could tell.
After finally getting that all taken care of, Mikey's very next step is to pee all over Mommy and the carpet. It took Daddy a few seconds to realize what was happening, but once he did, the laughing could not be stopped. All of us had tears in our eyes (for varying reasons, I think it took Katy a little while to forget the horrors that she witnessed). It was definitely a first bath to remember.
And that is the story about the first time that Mikey grossed out his big sister.
I'll leave you with this:
Our very first family photo, approximately 2 hours after Mikey was born
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