tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87096123515771419452024-02-22T08:58:02.181-06:00The Fenner FiveThe Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.comBlogger520125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-15502383073543503912015-09-28T16:08:00.001-05:002015-09-28T16:08:05.878-05:00Tessa {18 Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dwMxrfjJz3jJ9pjxQXgD-DjGZAkiVHZbBFnKs_yKYWF4FG_fQrXDM-JIfXhTQ9KPqjkeCgo3gCxW-h-V2R5DY6mzNoZ24NqmT2fC9gKqEHGwN2_MjOzbGDdGSGv95Ao2EpB_MlfQvHk/s1600/IMG_2641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dwMxrfjJz3jJ9pjxQXgD-DjGZAkiVHZbBFnKs_yKYWF4FG_fQrXDM-JIfXhTQ9KPqjkeCgo3gCxW-h-V2R5DY6mzNoZ24NqmT2fC9gKqEHGwN2_MjOzbGDdGSGv95Ao2EpB_MlfQvHk/s200/IMG_2641.JPG" width="200" /></a>Long time no see! <br />
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I thought I would do a little update on the little Miss in our house to start off some more updates that I hope will be coming in a timely manner! <br />
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First off, she is ONE AND A HALF. She is so full of personality, and spunk, and energy, and man, she is not always a nice person to be around if I'm being honest. She gets in these moods where nothing, and I mean nothing, can please her. She is lucky she is cute most of the time!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJVwtCCs0dW2gsb5TjqziHtZLNTGeQlsgu-0dpaArqi3E3JSwwuVm4-TNsz7UxMu6fzojqznqsJnOjf3-6FWSWDvslfAZ5CZ4BWnron74OX3VuNTUW2XPy3Pjqo0pFhoKSNjwiaTa_gM/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJVwtCCs0dW2gsb5TjqziHtZLNTGeQlsgu-0dpaArqi3E3JSwwuVm4-TNsz7UxMu6fzojqznqsJnOjf3-6FWSWDvslfAZ5CZ4BWnron74OX3VuNTUW2XPy3Pjqo0pFhoKSNjwiaTa_gM/s200/IMG_3090.JPG" width="200" /></a>She hasn't really been up to much since she turned one. She learned to walk, and took her first steps while we were in Australia. She took her first 17 hour plane ride TO Australia. She has gotten a few words here and there, but she is certainly not talking in sentences. I like to tell people, she is miles ahead of where Dylan was, but probably behind Graham. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">on our way home from OZ</td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi4ijuxFhOp_41I0x1RNIFFev5ixFYlpuuXqpZDnk7wb3iuCtYAn9GVZsPZx3-60P3Nzt3joHJku5nkRkKRZHMKKdnQ3rqp3m9JYQOdwim0u8ziB-cPUOS9H3PvRRctBAOBLc-ioJPVo/s1600/IMG_3884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi4ijuxFhOp_41I0x1RNIFFev5ixFYlpuuXqpZDnk7wb3iuCtYAn9GVZsPZx3-60P3Nzt3joHJku5nkRkKRZHMKKdnQ3rqp3m9JYQOdwim0u8ziB-cPUOS9H3PvRRctBAOBLc-ioJPVo/s200/IMG_3884.JPG" width="133" /></a>Speaking of her brothers. They just love her, and I think the feeling is pretty mutual. They love waking her up in the morning, and she loves when they come into her room, and they play a game of " throw it out of the crib." I like it to because it gives me a good chunk of time where I can get my contacts in and wake up. <br />
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She is enjoying school now, she doesn't even cry at drop off, and they say she has such a great time playing with all the kids now. Though she is still pretty reserved when around strangers, I'm hoping that she gets out of that soon. She is not a "people person" for sure. <br />
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Some of her favorite activities are swinging, climbing up and going down the slide, pushing our little blue ikea chairs all around the house, eating, and taking a bath. She throws some of her biggest fits when I take her out of the bath tub:) <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttDG79RbgvVehnUVkbJ_S4UolbKcSEkKepry7xBUTublfQLyPsqxGmGbqSYCreThwS7r_SbLLncZgg7cjv9GIytg7QzoRVfMOW1T2Aw6oC8DAzsCTUoBhIJw2i0ulq9m6gS1AHMu1Uj4/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttDG79RbgvVehnUVkbJ_S4UolbKcSEkKepry7xBUTublfQLyPsqxGmGbqSYCreThwS7r_SbLLncZgg7cjv9GIytg7QzoRVfMOW1T2Aw6oC8DAzsCTUoBhIJw2i0ulq9m6gS1AHMu1Uj4/s200/IMG_3349.JPG" width="200" /></a>Eating, well, she likes to eat a lot, but she doesn't have a lot of things she will eat. She still will not drink any milk. Her diet consists of waffles, chicken nuggets, pancakes, eggs, cheese and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and sometimes fruit. She gets most of her fruit and veggies in the form of pouches, or smoothies ( I sure can load a lot of fresh spinach into those smoothies without her knowing!)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSdBBjKN37uIOQaPtnh1-Reg7ekxGkIsHVdbGLc-Pqlab9FJu2BVksU569RWTQmTpHEbi_WjsSffYPjyFaFwui_i2lxP0FD3li6XtY97UldVT7dtvXzKoxC1etDlS2pIJYM99eL2ZQ6A/s1600/IMG_3606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSdBBjKN37uIOQaPtnh1-Reg7ekxGkIsHVdbGLc-Pqlab9FJu2BVksU569RWTQmTpHEbi_WjsSffYPjyFaFwui_i2lxP0FD3li6XtY97UldVT7dtvXzKoxC1etDlS2pIJYM99eL2ZQ6A/s200/IMG_3606.JPG" width="133" /></a>At her 18 month appointment, we actually had a bit of a health scare , again, for other reason's she had a urine test done at her well check, where they found sugar and ketones in her urine. After a finger prick resulting in a blood sugar of 266, we were immediately sent to the ER at Childrens. After 3 normal blood sugar reading there, and a normal test to check for Type<br />
1 Diabetes, we were sent home. We still have no answers as to WHY her sugars were so high, seeing as I can't seem to get into see an Endo until February or March. I'm still working on it!:) So, if her genetic Liver disease isn't enough, there is a possibility, her pancreas it also faulty. <br />
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She sure is growing into her own little girl, and I'm excited to see who she grows up to be. She already has a love of my jewlery, and of shoes, but also enjoys playing with Power Rangers, and Spiderman toys, so I'm thinking she will be a great mix of princess and tom boy!:) <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1st Day of school Aug. 24, 2015</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">18 Month Stats: </span></div>
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22 pounds 3 oz</div>
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32 inches long</div>
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18 month PJ's, Shirts, and 12 month Rompers, and shorts</div>
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Great sleeper</div>
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Mediocre eater</div>
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Words that she says on a regular basis: Mama, Dada, Daddy, Bubba, Ball, Dog, Dink, Up, More, Uh Oh( i'm forgetting some)</div>
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She knows all her face parts but eyes. </div>
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-73042355275990171162015-04-08T20:02:00.002-05:002015-04-08T20:02:24.381-05:00Tessa {12 Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg3MwPRmqKvt_bZ_yT-O832d1IJzKvCoXApnJp7b6JQJBz5kZ9iAV13zLcZB4n0QmktchbHXANzpP7Stg3DgEPk1DRzwX0iEE-ffLB1TVWE-mkD-RQocOL548U9y0ljFqcP8NHixUFUQ/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg3MwPRmqKvt_bZ_yT-O832d1IJzKvCoXApnJp7b6JQJBz5kZ9iAV13zLcZB4n0QmktchbHXANzpP7Stg3DgEPk1DRzwX0iEE-ffLB1TVWE-mkD-RQocOL548U9y0ljFqcP8NHixUFUQ/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgLBNFWin_ISCD0HYfylMgo996jQ7Q7OBoKvFE1yzSvKKG9I3LPKqHZ8Ie639XIkdpdx-Ma0KwVGP7xcVE7BkxTKsa27RX3gNa_lyK-XdnmsP9fyHmjZXZ19PYoUz0-eLwJvYkbKA-Kk/s1600/IMG_2100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgLBNFWin_ISCD0HYfylMgo996jQ7Q7OBoKvFE1yzSvKKG9I3LPKqHZ8Ie639XIkdpdx-Ma0KwVGP7xcVE7BkxTKsa27RX3gNa_lyK-XdnmsP9fyHmjZXZ19PYoUz0-eLwJvYkbKA-Kk/s1600/IMG_2100.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>You got it, she went and did it again. Another month, and probably the last month birthday update!<br />
( except she is now 13 months old... I'm a little behind! my Little, tiny, baby girl is a whole year old. It seems like she has been here longer than that, but some days it seems like she just got here. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FCk8CM3CkdV-J5qgJut_YfycD7_DY5clKxxLpiW96pl_UnK2XJ4cQ-0zVusH8hqRM-dkxIKAIfysDDnpkl6qtd_1moWMYiyPifNNg1wcEtB900JWaoO3aAXx1BQAyI0m0hCoClURNvY/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FCk8CM3CkdV-J5qgJut_YfycD7_DY5clKxxLpiW96pl_UnK2XJ4cQ-0zVusH8hqRM-dkxIKAIfysDDnpkl6qtd_1moWMYiyPifNNg1wcEtB900JWaoO3aAXx1BQAyI0m0hCoClURNvY/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>This month, she really started turning into her own person. She has opinions, many, and likes and dislikes. She continues to be a happy baby, though we are getting to the point where it is hard to give her exactly what she wants because we don't understand her!:)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzqRpR_r2sv2VaK_tLUF3VTR6GAix1qvUjT13bLbxJMqgC1J8rLdXK-uhpzXc1lhpwKdo9kU_mSyY3o3Z9Qb3EKEHLqtHWlTIoa8txr6Bu1IvjyODBAKbSfYqHfJHUStlE0fD-Ucz6eE/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzqRpR_r2sv2VaK_tLUF3VTR6GAix1qvUjT13bLbxJMqgC1J8rLdXK-uhpzXc1lhpwKdo9kU_mSyY3o3Z9Qb3EKEHLqtHWlTIoa8txr6Bu1IvjyODBAKbSfYqHfJHUStlE0fD-Ucz6eE/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a>This month she gained 3 teeth. Her other eye tooth, and a big front one, and a lower. Needless to say, there were a few days where she didn't want to eat much of anything, and was a bit of a well, she complained about everything. She is still not walking, but loves to walk with her dinosaur and with holding onto our hands. She can stand unassisted for a pretty good amount of time too, so I know walking won't be far behind. Though she does seem to have inherited the lazy gene that her biggest brother also got, so who knows. I'm still borderline on whether I want her to be walking in time for Australia or not. Chances are she will be ( even Dylan was walking by that time) but it might also be nice if she was still crawling. <br />
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I don't really feel like we did a lot this month, or that she did. We dropped her formula intake, and have taken bottles away. She drank milk one time a few weeks before her birthday so I didn't think that giving her milk was going to be an issue. Well, call me a liar. The child refuses milk. I can give her a bottle on 1 oz formula, and 7 oz of milk and she will drink it no problem. If I give her 8 oz of milk, no way. So she is just drinking water. I don't want to buy new formula for so little. She eats plenty of dairy products so I'm sure she is getting all she needs. Speaking of eating. Man, does she know how to eat. She eats more than her brothers. A Chick Fil a meal, no problem. I have actually started getting her, her own food, because she eats more than the boys are willing to share. But somehow, she seems to have also been blessed with her Daddy's " I eat all the time and don't really gain any weight gene"<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> I wish my parents had given that to me! </span></i><br />
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This month, she witnessed her first snow as well, I guess it was 3 snows. The first time was pretty weak, and I was out of town for the second, and the third was a great one!:) I took her outside for pictures and put her in her bath seat, I know, it was the best I could think off. We were outside for about 2 min, and she ripped her hat of, so no judging me based on the pictures. I just had to get some pictures though!<br />
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She has also gotten an opinion about where she is, what she eats, and what she is doing. She is like the boys in that she is currently not a huge fan of veggies, but of carbs instead. She is still gagging on milk, it's actually hilarious, and pretty sad at the same time. She refuses to drink it, so we have been giving her lots of peanut butter and cheese and the like to make up for the calcium/fat she isn't getting from milk.<br />
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Her hair is officially in her eyes, so she often can be found sporting the " BamBam" ponytail. Or pigtails, but I have to make her sit longer for those, so it doesn't happen too often! She is getting closer and closer to taking those first steps, I think she did two baby ones today, but it's hard to tell. <br />
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She is a silly girl, and LOVES to be outside crawling around, and she loves to make her brothers do all kinds of silly things to make her laugh. They are her puppets! I can't wait to see her little personality come out even more as she gets older, though I'm not too excited about the drama mama tantrums that are coming!<br />
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We had cake, chicken nuggets ( always a hit with parents and kids) mac and cheese and a few other things. I didn't get a bounce house because the weather was not supposed to be that great, but it ended up being beautiful, but really soggy, so we just had all the kids in the house. I'll tell you, 9 kids in one house is too many. When all of them left, it was amazingly quiet in my house!:)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6c_0eheHpazTE7KqcepwashwUPqC3WzptuwiaA06JO4hsCcMJcgA34QhYCjIc7SWyHmd4SABW4epF6paiRjw9WOLjf5ZHOWvqE0oi_6gMMb-HK_jfn1_PdjnPqsDE9YxD1zPpFhbI6zA/s1600/IMG_2427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6c_0eheHpazTE7KqcepwashwUPqC3WzptuwiaA06JO4hsCcMJcgA34QhYCjIc7SWyHmd4SABW4epF6paiRjw9WOLjf5ZHOWvqE0oi_6gMMb-HK_jfn1_PdjnPqsDE9YxD1zPpFhbI6zA/s1600/IMG_2427.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>She loved opening presents, when her brothers would let her. They woke up that day SO excited about her party asking if they could open her presents and blow out her candle. So I of course said they could. They basically tore through packages not even looking at what was inside. This freaked Tessa out a bit. She was so over stimulated with all the kids and noise, and people. She just isn't used to having all the attention!<br />
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There will be a more in depth one year post tomorrow after we get her stats from the dr. So never fear. The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-2571071832039937932015-02-11T09:19:00.000-06:002015-02-11T09:19:05.700-06:00Tessa {11 Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXHj-b1iSwG_ZZXdICdfclhF9xhPPnEAY9bMwTcVO3X3mgurFqRE-lVGjXiJttq98TReCQB0Y1GqzMokx8FfOBYtHyXGDHVGg9vYpPxjUG0ntwyC8_klHyodz4ODC6fOhxqev1MzRee4/s1600/fun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXHj-b1iSwG_ZZXdICdfclhF9xhPPnEAY9bMwTcVO3X3mgurFqRE-lVGjXiJttq98TReCQB0Y1GqzMokx8FfOBYtHyXGDHVGg9vYpPxjUG0ntwyC8_klHyodz4ODC6fOhxqev1MzRee4/s1600/fun.jpg" height="320" width="277" /></a>She did it again. She won't stop growing no matter how much I beg her! Geez. She is eleven months old. Crazy. It's hard to believe she is almost one, and that she has been here a whole year. It's scary because it just shows us how quickly time is going by. <br />
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It was a big month for her. Like I mentioned last post, she started school. She is only going one day a week, and so far is doing pretty well. Of course she cries when I leave her, but that's to be expected. I know that when she starts going two days ( in the summer) she will get more used to it, and it won't be a big deal. Her teachers tell me she is pretty shy, and doesn't really like to be around the other kids, which is pretty strange since she is kinda used to chaos in our house!<br />
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She finally got another tooth this month as well. She might have gotten her teeth first out of all our kiddos, but she is sure getting them the slowest as well. I'm sure you are wondering if she also got her fangs first, just like her big brothers, and the answer is YES. She is a little vampire baby. She only has one right now, but I don't think the next will be far behind. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBeewuxZZTFG3sWdo4yov0HmHvScs1Cl7lowA8DDFNvqsmOuGWKU3uLJRoSjB8HoLRmwuZDEJkCGLcq9FksITpLI91_bnLxSt0oIr6iGxb-zWTH_TQ_2mWk6FYYgGuYbnfF0CU5z7-KM/s1600/playing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBeewuxZZTFG3sWdo4yov0HmHvScs1Cl7lowA8DDFNvqsmOuGWKU3uLJRoSjB8HoLRmwuZDEJkCGLcq9FksITpLI91_bnLxSt0oIr6iGxb-zWTH_TQ_2mWk6FYYgGuYbnfF0CU5z7-KM/s1600/playing.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a>Speaking of eating, this child will eat anything. ANYTHING. I'm sure the boys were eating anything at this point as well, but she seriously hasn't turned down anything. I also loved that I'm at that stage where I don't really have to worry too much about what I give her. I mean I keep an eye so she doesn't choke, but I'm not worried about allergies. She has had berries, and peanut butter for about a month now. I also gave her some hard boiled egg off my salad the other night, she loved it. So I'm hoping that she continues with this trend and isn't a picky eater!<br />
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She is pulling up on furniture now, but she really shows very little interest in walking. She doesn't like to move her feet. We have been trying to get her to walk with the dinosaur walker toy, and she will just fall down to her knees and laugh. She is silly, but honestly, I think I'm OK with her not walking, although I am itching to buy her some super cute girl shoes for spring and summer!<br />
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She is still highly entertained by her brothers, though they have been a bit too " in her face" for her liking recently. Graham has really not liked her messing with his stuff, and often yells at her. She will have to learn they don't like their towers knocked down or puzzles torn apart. They only thought they wanted her to move!;)<br />
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I can't believe the next post will be about her birthday party and her turning one. I think time needs to slow down, because I'm not ready for my baby girl to not be a baby anymore. But I'm more than ready to be done with bottles and formula. FOREVER!<br />
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-47199938394905273292015-01-15T12:01:00.002-06:002015-01-15T12:01:40.549-06:00Tessa {10 Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vD5ibUMj5acZBQSCVkiXESwWrp7MUO3RTsTik8cvGarJ3tsMA_vEIMnsqab3pFiUpSj6Dp95u4ejwI1uXOL_UQ4DP3dS79v46-lhJ4xZK6MiRw0zPvFpDnAy8VUFsASIV26t3o3K79w/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vD5ibUMj5acZBQSCVkiXESwWrp7MUO3RTsTik8cvGarJ3tsMA_vEIMnsqab3pFiUpSj6Dp95u4ejwI1uXOL_UQ4DP3dS79v46-lhJ4xZK6MiRw0zPvFpDnAy8VUFsASIV26t3o3K79w/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a>Another month gone by. I can hardly believe than in less than two months our baby girl will be ONE! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2dAeb7pa6o8YIIdrOpCJfkfMGiJCiw0pRbUnq5_AoHGIPxezbH2vGkoUQZluqEXvQ7BimlfzHmH0Bos6UNhZuyuNA4_hZO-zG4lrX-g_FDgpmqO8rd0INHjyS3ORy5fj82ZHwEHz9gI/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2dAeb7pa6o8YIIdrOpCJfkfMGiJCiw0pRbUnq5_AoHGIPxezbH2vGkoUQZluqEXvQ7BimlfzHmH0Bos6UNhZuyuNA4_hZO-zG4lrX-g_FDgpmqO8rd0INHjyS3ORy5fj82ZHwEHz9gI/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>This was a big month for her. Lots of new tricks. First and foremost, she is now an official crawler. She just got up one morning and decided she wanted to crawl. It was almost as if she had been practicing privately or something. She looked like she had been doing it for a while. All she needed was the motivation of a little yellow practice golf ball! The boys thought it was awesome when she started moving. Within a few days though, they realized that meant she was going to be all up in their business taking toys, destroying puzzles, and banging on the Ipad! I hear a lot of " No Tessie, and Noooooo Tess don't!"<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PhTCt8iwiKrt2b6yaHPnQLPk_whFNGX6YJe5bBqTLy8djCONGPRwZYWQGJ4IXeu0D9DB1lgfi_DKj6aq8tllr_R0ot0-VGpH1klbg6MND0WT9soQWo4wIuaO_GLz4upLBpseD4QCQCo/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PhTCt8iwiKrt2b6yaHPnQLPk_whFNGX6YJe5bBqTLy8djCONGPRwZYWQGJ4IXeu0D9DB1lgfi_DKj6aq8tllr_R0ot0-VGpH1klbg6MND0WT9soQWo4wIuaO_GLz4upLBpseD4QCQCo/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>Her other new trick this month is clapping! I think clapping is one of the most adorable and precious things to see babies do. It just melts my heart, and I'm so glad that she does it. She doesn't do it on her own, but if I say " Tessa can you say YEY!! or Tessa clap your hands" she gets a huge smile and will do it!<br />
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This month was also Tessa first Christmas. She slept through most of it of course. Adam's parents do gifts on Christmas Eve after church and dinner, so she was pretty tired. She slept through most of the gift opening, but did great at dinner. I didn't get any pictures of her in her dress, but whatever. #thirdchildproblems<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilf-pMth56qOnmALWaQ2Wu3WM6vDF0wPmwFK-OQiao288hW0tls45L2J23k65LBD_JOgp8rMeaHGBmx9ioKv2ynbdLVJUL1OKM6GCOsxeAxngkFFSVE_PnqZd2fQ0-R12LRTFnGDpgyUQ/s1600/IMG_1866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilf-pMth56qOnmALWaQ2Wu3WM6vDF0wPmwFK-OQiao288hW0tls45L2J23k65LBD_JOgp8rMeaHGBmx9ioKv2ynbdLVJUL1OKM6GCOsxeAxngkFFSVE_PnqZd2fQ0-R12LRTFnGDpgyUQ/s1600/IMG_1866.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>Another thing that I guess I could save until next month, but oh well. She started SCHOOL! On the day she turned 10 months, she went to school. I'm sending her once a week so that I have one day to get stuff easily accomplished. Luckily, she is still the most easy going baby, so even when she is with me, I can get stuff done, but it's nicer to just run into a store or whatever without having to lug her out. Speaking of, she is still in her infant bucket seat, and I <i>really </i>need to change her into the convertible. I'm just lazy, and it's nice to just get it out of the car and into the cart! Again, I'm lazy.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NL9QId_Ckp2w5haRbZQFsRGTldvFtmae4QdnaJWBbSDsZiTPoqSGI0ysaCq4ZYnSLZXNHMtcUoge-6thUupum-Z6fSta2-dU3rPQ-mhyphenhyphenbiXZCIZlcVKaF9HQVX-LshU77dkvoNEAQd0/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NL9QId_Ckp2w5haRbZQFsRGTldvFtmae4QdnaJWBbSDsZiTPoqSGI0ysaCq4ZYnSLZXNHMtcUoge-6thUupum-Z6fSta2-dU3rPQ-mhyphenhyphenbiXZCIZlcVKaF9HQVX-LshU77dkvoNEAQd0/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>She has also eaten all kinds of new things this month. Beside her beloved puffs and crackers, she has had chili, avocado, pita and hummus, and even some gyro from our local Greek food place. We have not found one thing this child will not eat. I know the time is coming, but for now, it seems that our darling daughter is going to be the one to eat us out of house and home, not her two brothers. She would eat all day if we let her. <br />
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Speaking of Australia, she will soon have her own passport. Yup, during the winter break, I took all three kids to the passport office and got their passports made. Did you know kids don't have to have new passports for 5 years? I mean, Tessa will not look a whole lot like a 10 month old in 5 years!:) Seems silly to me, but I'm glad I don't have to do it again for a long while!<br />
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This month's photo shoot was much more difficult than usual, but I can say, she managed to only fall off the chair once!;) It was another great month as a family of 5 and I honestly can't believe how quickly time is going by. I feel like she was just born. What they say is true, the days seem long but the years are short. I'm finding this out, and it makes me a bit sad. <br />
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<br />The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-54055162667663476342014-12-18T11:26:00.000-06:002014-12-18T11:26:08.937-06:00Dylan is FIVE!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOThNQHL6h__nxpx8qMzuQGeKyRmQgSnIgWrL6o_dCxvqAlq-ZJnZC4O4JDlfwjgOAX18vY6alSNWQwIrk2GtiguXHLi2cfaDh88iNRbw3ni7wQK-s1ljA_DFNH7cbQ5tlpCvnSA3Hs8/s1600/IMG_9092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEOThNQHL6h__nxpx8qMzuQGeKyRmQgSnIgWrL6o_dCxvqAlq-ZJnZC4O4JDlfwjgOAX18vY6alSNWQwIrk2GtiguXHLi2cfaDh88iNRbw3ni7wQK-s1ljA_DFNH7cbQ5tlpCvnSA3Hs8/s1600/IMG_9092.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>How can my tiny little baby boy now be a smallish 5 year old boy? Man, time sure if flying! Like Adam's dad said," You think this was fast? Soon your five year old little boy, will have his own five year old little boy, and you won't know when that could have happened" <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYJCnZRDq5YgHq9Njmc64yVQyAZSKxBKP6i31ZDF_K2sPJBk6ogibUuvTKg2t7Ve3L3gAfJMxwXoPvqf7XVZ9Rxf7fuQSWUoK-Mhpahm0r9COg1gOjjBfQgZVUSI1gzrsSDYgFGdhgU4/s1600/IMG_9496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYJCnZRDq5YgHq9Njmc64yVQyAZSKxBKP6i31ZDF_K2sPJBk6ogibUuvTKg2t7Ve3L3gAfJMxwXoPvqf7XVZ9Rxf7fuQSWUoK-Mhpahm0r9COg1gOjjBfQgZVUSI1gzrsSDYgFGdhgU4/s1600/IMG_9496.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Dylan is such a <i>boy </i>these days! As I might have mentioned, Dylan has been going to a full time Pre K since August. He loves it. He has learned so much, made lots of friends, and just well, learned so much!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjc-OzmPKR5I0xpP9yoCox8L7i06CWnYv6-YY-XJT6Lu1bQptOsOdry3bFyB4YzVwtDKrQB0A5Z32Ut1zZFH9x8MmifmMvw2lgNBWNsh2bXb1SFFdYhgnhc7ZtMibGSNSeXhFysScCDrg/s1600/IMG_9900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjc-OzmPKR5I0xpP9yoCox8L7i06CWnYv6-YY-XJT6Lu1bQptOsOdry3bFyB4YzVwtDKrQB0A5Z32Ut1zZFH9x8MmifmMvw2lgNBWNsh2bXb1SFFdYhgnhc7ZtMibGSNSeXhFysScCDrg/s1600/IMG_9900.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>He continues to be the best biggest brother there is. He loves his little brother and sister something fierce, and I hope the day never comes, when he stops trying to make them laugh. It's his daily duty. He is sweet and kind with them, though we do have lots of arguments between him and Graham these days, but I'd say more often than not, they play together and get along still. I know the day is coming when that won't be the case, but until then, I think I'll savor it. His life mission is to get Tessa to smile, or laugh, or say something, though it's usually only "MaMa" still! Poor girl, will have no personal space because of Dylan.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbxztXP5v8kVz0jKlV-foV15SuDVWcuk5VyLTiUPHvcZU8AGrlL8KSuf2lQR1Uue2AoTVMoJD_kd5q6qRzZQiNWWVZSF23JrSZ4X3Ss_t6du0IL7BemIFcV3bCXony1sgvt6_erbF1ns/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbxztXP5v8kVz0jKlV-foV15SuDVWcuk5VyLTiUPHvcZU8AGrlL8KSuf2lQR1Uue2AoTVMoJD_kd5q6qRzZQiNWWVZSF23JrSZ4X3Ss_t6du0IL7BemIFcV3bCXony1sgvt6_erbF1ns/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>He is everything you would think a five year old boy is. He is full of energy, Full of attitude. Full of hilarious phrases. Sweet. Kind hearted. Emotional. He is infuriating at times, then so gentle and sweet others. It's hard not to love him, though sometimes he does drive me crazy. <br />
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<br />The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-2268711239199874802014-12-09T11:30:00.002-06:002014-12-09T11:30:46.228-06:00Tessa {9 Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6L-qHTQadrVz4Lhthepd7cLMAqgmQ_DauOF-e4_iUsIScX2KqkQdgbAmlqsWFkRjiVQm4Mddz0ogH4SI9kMy5iUmC8B_wvlgWE_JBPHU9_YnkAOVBXQyuiwyYgbLMlCt5DJYgwduU5k/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6L-qHTQadrVz4Lhthepd7cLMAqgmQ_DauOF-e4_iUsIScX2KqkQdgbAmlqsWFkRjiVQm4Mddz0ogH4SI9kMy5iUmC8B_wvlgWE_JBPHU9_YnkAOVBXQyuiwyYgbLMlCt5DJYgwduU5k/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJXxBvVcyVS4LjSIaPhK1_zECFTd1NIyXCBCuvZMtYTFjht_vQVvXsbg608tXuZBHgGJ0_es_8Ie3HXFkNzURNOwn_WO2-G9rcb9wTmJU6wayeXc2mmtzvTfpH9my4z0yu4Qm5QezvqQ/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJXxBvVcyVS4LjSIaPhK1_zECFTd1NIyXCBCuvZMtYTFjht_vQVvXsbg608tXuZBHgGJ0_es_8Ie3HXFkNzURNOwn_WO2-G9rcb9wTmJU6wayeXc2mmtzvTfpH9my4z0yu4Qm5QezvqQ/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a>Can someone please explain to me, how <i>exactly </i>my baby girl is already <i>nine </i>months old? I'm not sure I understand how this has happened. Wasn't she just born? I vividly remember the drive to the hospital! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPlf3I_Mg7ZLhrs3h2023Lmlx5AnwSOWTv9nGhZ8gIICvMfRtfC84SiJBXAxVgA_ZW8TdHibsTYX8N8ygciOgD_KjqhlbrYAngmjuifHi7IjjdUL4FV-r_0y9VkxUjELVQxTH6BqKmsA/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPlf3I_Mg7ZLhrs3h2023Lmlx5AnwSOWTv9nGhZ8gIICvMfRtfC84SiJBXAxVgA_ZW8TdHibsTYX8N8ygciOgD_KjqhlbrYAngmjuifHi7IjjdUL4FV-r_0y9VkxUjELVQxTH6BqKmsA/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Anyway, since she is another month older, you get a new post!;) She is just a joy, most of the time! She is still just an easy going baby, and a happy one at that. She is starting to get a little attitude, which worries me a bit! She will cry when the boys take something away, or if they are playing with her, and leave, she realllly gets mad. She also is obsessed with my phone. Just holding it really, and chewing on it, but if I take it away, you got it, she throws a fit. Other than those things, she is pretty easy going. She still takes the majority of her naps in the car. She has gotten really good at getting about ten, 15 minuet naps during the day! Poor thing, she loves the days we are at home and she can take a nap in her crib, where they are usually 2-3 hours, unless of course she has to be woken up to go somewhere. Third child problems.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRL64f5_JBGf4_5Sfa_xVcF4Yj6vkYPEvh-AyQxgC7fY9_9dRoPaEnu9e7hRKrOyn16IaewEM-t3ibrxXRmXVnryWc3oFSBCjQPmE27t25R-NnIHvnvR2LZR0HATLPiVgIMQ2SuFRAf8/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRL64f5_JBGf4_5Sfa_xVcF4Yj6vkYPEvh-AyQxgC7fY9_9dRoPaEnu9e7hRKrOyn16IaewEM-t3ibrxXRmXVnryWc3oFSBCjQPmE27t25R-NnIHvnvR2LZR0HATLPiVgIMQ2SuFRAf8/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>We had a follow up with GI this month, everything was looking good. Sadly, her numbers hadn't improved, or declined since the last time, so her Dr, didn't give her the "all clear" for liver disease, but she still is hopeful, that she will be just fine. She is growing and thriving which they say is great, and a good sign. Maybe I'm naive, but I'm not too concerned about it.<br />
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Tessa still isn't crawling, but she has truly become a master at sitting, rolling, and scooting backwards. This month she also learned how to get herself out of the sitting position without face planting on the ground, and even a few times, got herself from her back, back into the sitting position. I'm still ok with the fact she isn't crawling or pulling up, though I know it's coming soon.<br />
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This little girl still loves her tongue, it's always sticking out of her mouth. She can blow raspberries, and slobbers everywhere. It's adorable, and pretty much most of her pictures, it's hanging out of her mouth! Such a silly girl! I can't believe that 9 months with our sweet baby girl has gone by so quickly. She is a joy and her little smile and dimples can light up a room. Oh and the cheeks aren't so bad either!<br />
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<br />The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-84898391863823652672014-11-13T12:15:00.004-06:002014-11-13T12:15:34.161-06:00Power Graham<div style="text-align: center;">
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Graham made out like a bandit with lots of super hero themed gifts, which he has NOT stopped playing with. He certainly plays with toys in a totally different way than his brother does. It's nice to see him sit with his figures and make them talk and just play. <br />
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We had a small gathering with his other besties on his actual birthday at Chuck E Cheese, where they were all in heaven because they got extra tickets if they dressed up in costumes. That is right up his alley, wouldn't you say!?</div>
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We moved him to his big bed probably about a month ago, and he is loving it. He loves being able to get into just about any position that he wants, and not fall out. His brother asks to sleep with him all the time, and the answer is always "No" he likes his space, what can I say. <br />
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He and his brother, they are two peas in a pod. They have a love/ hate relationship. Hot and cold. It just depends on what mood either one of them are in. They are to the age they love making up games, Dylan loves " being the boss" and telling Graham what to do. Lucky for Dylan 85% of the time, Graham goes with the flow!<br />
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I can't wrap my head around him being three. I remember so vividly his birth, and the process of getting there. This year he became a big brother, which he is superb at. He is so hard headed, and stubborn, but so sweet at the same time. He loves hard, plays hard, and has a hard head, seriously, we don't think he can feel pain in his head. I'm not sure where we would be without our GrahamBam, GrammyRammy, Grambo, our middle child. He always can bring a smile to our face. </div>
The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-34766397587730082122014-11-12T10:44:00.000-06:002014-11-12T10:44:15.041-06:00Tessa { 8 Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQR1jWHyZD09Lao7usFLzJ62YH6a3zHoXkBLQeruS2nnriSpQVedz0bVrAxVvqlnbXPWpWfUcutP8fWXhGfgwkTGUdtpiu6fKJ2rADpPEkXOKMOCl7CMRyU0anYsi7BSFmymegRFhRMtI/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQR1jWHyZD09Lao7usFLzJ62YH6a3zHoXkBLQeruS2nnriSpQVedz0bVrAxVvqlnbXPWpWfUcutP8fWXhGfgwkTGUdtpiu6fKJ2rADpPEkXOKMOCl7CMRyU0anYsi7BSFmymegRFhRMtI/s200/IMG_0988.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLql9OszFBuXMZqx2GE2_CqBclMmODJ01ksu8x39-tf2h4L_qKRWyOi3cISvypBn_Qtntdv3Aq7sihZpMedr65yeRs6ard4iH_OYcQmqwxcmm8lcEZp68aVWQA-I-2HsgqGTHhcwgRQM/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLql9OszFBuXMZqx2GE2_CqBclMmODJ01ksu8x39-tf2h4L_qKRWyOi3cISvypBn_Qtntdv3Aq7sihZpMedr65yeRs6ard4iH_OYcQmqwxcmm8lcEZp68aVWQA-I-2HsgqGTHhcwgRQM/s200/IMG_0969.JPG" width="200" /></a>I'm running a bit behind. Things have been crazy as you can imagine! Tessa went and turned 8 months last week. It makes me sad. She will be one before we know it. She will be walking, talking, playing, and have an attitude before we know it. I'm excited to see what kind of a toddler she turns into. I'm pretty sure she is going to be crazy like two other boys that live in this house.<br />
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This month was a pretty good one! Tessa is still sleeping through the night, and she figured out<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JnHwggQAiemiM6fE5o2YsC2cHQZ4j0vZkDjdh6d8aLXhDIcRVrD4MXvxkj_7dIkvsEu7cYUf41Mrrr18hZ8IJCkRWggbp991xeWF0MSi7WOpdbN_FU-opZrVJdvH084aDesqiCflGW4/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JnHwggQAiemiM6fE5o2YsC2cHQZ4j0vZkDjdh6d8aLXhDIcRVrD4MXvxkj_7dIkvsEu7cYUf41Mrrr18hZ8IJCkRWggbp991xeWF0MSi7WOpdbN_FU-opZrVJdvH084aDesqiCflGW4/s200/IMG_1042.JPG" width="200" /></a>We go back to her GI next week to have her level's tested again, but I'm pretty confident that she is doing really well. She is growing, and thriving. She doesn't say much of anything, she is an observer like Graham, but she doesn't make much sound. She is either silent, crying, or yelling. I'm ok with that though to be honest. If I learned anything with Dylan, it's that kiddo's all do things at their own pace, and eventually all catch up!:)<br />
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6 month onesies<br />
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It's fun to watch the differences in her and her brothers at this point. Speaking of brothers, boy does she love them. Something fierce. Lucky for her, they love her just as much. She is sitting, and interacting with them, starting to steal things from them, and lets not forget, pulling their hair! When she wakes up in the morning, they both rush to her room to greet her. <br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">7 Month Stats:</span></b></div>
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15 lbs 12 oz.</div>
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wearing 6 and 9 month sleepers</div>
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3 months onsies ( still) 6 Month if it's cold!</div>
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-22207147141490492112014-09-11T12:42:00.002-05:002014-09-11T12:42:52.316-05:00Tessa {6 months }<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigA6iiR_lFMSfosXNFFPjJ4Qmj3x4XIC0ohbi5GxVqppzNcTYMxMonn5Ji5GSegg7Lq0ifaGk85ptINcmPZ6AhpWECi-XwZqIxQf7cnWsegdXUaFiC_0fPP9IRDBaC6rTAC1NCIIH7kAI/s1600/IMG_0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigA6iiR_lFMSfosXNFFPjJ4Qmj3x4XIC0ohbi5GxVqppzNcTYMxMonn5Ji5GSegg7Lq0ifaGk85ptINcmPZ6AhpWECi-XwZqIxQf7cnWsegdXUaFiC_0fPP9IRDBaC6rTAC1NCIIH7kAI/s1600/IMG_0448.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURCt5F7aWjbXVjBq8uKTQCTHWGvIs4kiyN9EbupgJOb4oJ8KGIIs6riAS8yvmEjje5F_vTmB92SQeIZ2dRbsWHIJlREKPYiAdugXaPITNU2iPqCG_t2_1vgIMOS-NXnRkY52qaq3Y1bs/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURCt5F7aWjbXVjBq8uKTQCTHWGvIs4kiyN9EbupgJOb4oJ8KGIIs6riAS8yvmEjje5F_vTmB92SQeIZ2dRbsWHIJlREKPYiAdugXaPITNU2iPqCG_t2_1vgIMOS-NXnRkY52qaq3Y1bs/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" height="200" width="133" /></a>Say it isn't so. Half a year. How can this be? My baby girl is growing into such a big girl! This month marked some good milestones for us. Sleeping being pretty much the biggest. Though she is still not continuously sleeping through the night ( come on child, get with the program) she is ALMOST there. If she wakes we can for the most part run upstairs and give her a paci and she will go back to sleep. Talk about creating a bad habit right? But it's better than having to feed her. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFo9hqozO9B9ylRRhvuvcw1WFPb5opgdJU2pHYxfFhjJPP9PNsbJIy7jSoKyQAUQy0TVhMw5rkK7a7C0gi7vOvpamzuO3X6I_ojacgbXnOoIANNDb818y9-hxnSewrkiYqZrzH8DVbY6M/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFo9hqozO9B9ylRRhvuvcw1WFPb5opgdJU2pHYxfFhjJPP9PNsbJIy7jSoKyQAUQy0TVhMw5rkK7a7C0gi7vOvpamzuO3X6I_ojacgbXnOoIANNDb818y9-hxnSewrkiYqZrzH8DVbY6M/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRaq16WBNPuzPET0WCYDnB5sWSz8cdQeDjgj0aMuThImFKVx041i8Sgfzl4nru3OrwsTqgMZRAX9lvopHGc1SFVhYa8i8u-v67LwiVS44BqneDruLT1XuUKxWPnsVFDI-c_G92iZRjyg/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRaq16WBNPuzPET0WCYDnB5sWSz8cdQeDjgj0aMuThImFKVx041i8Sgfzl4nru3OrwsTqgMZRAX9lvopHGc1SFVhYa8i8u-v67LwiVS44BqneDruLT1XuUKxWPnsVFDI-c_G92iZRjyg/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Feeding, oh the good times. She started solids this month. Like her brothers she has a strong dislike for rice cereal. I tried it and she refused to eat it. It took her a bit longer to get used to eating real food, but with some persistence, she is now a champ. Some funny things she does while she eats are shake, the kiddo just sits there and shakes it so weird, she also does ankle circles, though this is kind of all the time, but I really notice it when she is eating. Another huge break is that she had blood work done again a couple of weeks ago, and her numbers look great so her GI said I could put her back on normal people formula, so no more $750 a month for formula for her! Hooray! Probably the biggest milestone this month is that she got a TOOTH. WHAT? She isn't old enough for a tooth. She did get one earlier than both brothers but only by a few weeks.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6USFdx1udAGXukFRrpSvRyqNCuFiN18a9R4mB7mx6hSpJB5cwYljk3uZDT1JJXCs4Vv4goA6ncQOPqhEyZx2Bcd4DdDohCgwXrxt8FMCh3owsVtWeZuizfpWv8VVhkWjEeFN9U58Zpaw/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6USFdx1udAGXukFRrpSvRyqNCuFiN18a9R4mB7mx6hSpJB5cwYljk3uZDT1JJXCs4Vv4goA6ncQOPqhEyZx2Bcd4DdDohCgwXrxt8FMCh3owsVtWeZuizfpWv8VVhkWjEeFN9U58Zpaw/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSag08-C6-VtqNu1BxBHaTjvLACarK2sYRKYrQliCtE8Jjhuv6vkSVG4WSatu-X87Z8jB11kOyEjVLqaK6QO_nx9Edx5jWuPekgZG899cRd8Lenj1ejPlhzENvQbrYHbWhHAhsmRVhOoQ/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSag08-C6-VtqNu1BxBHaTjvLACarK2sYRKYrQliCtE8Jjhuv6vkSVG4WSatu-X87Z8jB11kOyEjVLqaK6QO_nx9Edx5jWuPekgZG899cRd8Lenj1ejPlhzENvQbrYHbWhHAhsmRVhOoQ/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>She is such a happy little girl, and she is no doubt going to be a rough and tumble girl. She loves to sit and watch her brothers fall down. It's one of their favorite games, just fall down, but I think we've gotten the biggest belly laughs out of Tessa as she watches this. So I'm sure as soon as she can fall down, she will think it's hilarious. Speaking of falling down, she is <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">this </span></i>close to being a sitter. Still no rolling, but sitting yes. Her pediatrician said yesterday that girls usually are not as fast to move as boys, which is a good thing seeing as the boys were rolling around the floor by 4 months. She is taking her time, and I'm good with that.<br />
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This girl has some long legs. She is still easily in most of her 3 month clothes, but she is about to bust out of her 3-6 month sleepers. She is in the 60% for length right now, and I'm positive that is because of her legs. But hey, I bet it's nice to have long skinny legs as a girl, I of course wouldn't know! I'm buying her 6 month clothes for the winter, fingers crossed they work out!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSRuPMy4AsS31YOYit1E_3JjH0EpR9TwL6VX-XnKmI-KokGToEvlB8HTYuXGYuEFCy_06PSlz9jk4r6CaFj5hLs_ZcgYUujVjEAGVI5HV90DZYaQM8BjuFawJRs5SzFqHLLVz3DtQY3A/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSRuPMy4AsS31YOYit1E_3JjH0EpR9TwL6VX-XnKmI-KokGToEvlB8HTYuXGYuEFCy_06PSlz9jk4r6CaFj5hLs_ZcgYUujVjEAGVI5HV90DZYaQM8BjuFawJRs5SzFqHLLVz3DtQY3A/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>She has no real nap schedule or real schedule for anything really. Since school started, we are up and out pretty early in the morning, so her naps are usually in the car, and occasionally we are home long enough for her to have a nap in the swing. She isn't a napper, but I'm ok with that for now because she doesn't get to bad when she is sleepy, nor does she demand that I play with her while she is awake... yet. She gives good smiles away, though it's hard for her to smile at strangers currently. Stranger Danger. Graham had it. <br />
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Needless to say, she is one loved little girl, but everyone in this family, and her brothers can't wait until she can come outside and play soccer with her, or play "fighting" Oh brother! I can't handle her getting big. I'm totally going to be a mess on her first birthday party. Something about knowing all of these "firsts" are the last firsts. But on the other hand, as they all get older, we will enter a new world of doing fun family vacations and not having any restrictions. <br />
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14 pounds 10 oz. ( 20th%)</div>
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26.25 inches ( 60th %)</div>
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Eating 4, 6 to 7 OZ bottles</div>
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<br />The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-34605310858812320392014-08-13T13:49:00.003-05:002014-08-13T13:49:25.387-05:00Tessa {Five Months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitILm125j0hyphenhyphenxuMbiL7L-Y9B0ykgIdbAd2Mgiq5L8tTB65yIrekFGyzJH4q0V8JISInvYfYGATNz4hw9_nOOTlNtsjbmAlrGM3zGFt78e0UinkbzSm1gPN8_VGL-DaQrJbBePEKukltyQ/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitILm125j0hyphenhyphenxuMbiL7L-Y9B0ykgIdbAd2Mgiq5L8tTB65yIrekFGyzJH4q0V8JISInvYfYGATNz4hw9_nOOTlNtsjbmAlrGM3zGFt78e0UinkbzSm1gPN8_VGL-DaQrJbBePEKukltyQ/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG" height="212" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5PyqFn_vMTZYd3J02-MJynCKRL5r330XYeftl_uKGTWS-AD08rBOr-vnujWjcYX24COYqIxtjiiYz3bqSQKQBus_uiRAEdUclq7tRi4disUZXeTSKArrjJjL6BSeaw5ExPnWn6DVKoM/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5PyqFn_vMTZYd3J02-MJynCKRL5r330XYeftl_uKGTWS-AD08rBOr-vnujWjcYX24COYqIxtjiiYz3bqSQKQBus_uiRAEdUclq7tRi4disUZXeTSKArrjJjL6BSeaw5ExPnWn6DVKoM/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Little bit has gone and turned five whole months on us. She is still just a little joy! This month she has given us smiles and giggles, teased us by sleeping through the night, and been on her first plane ride and vacation. She has been a trouper through all of it. No new tricks STILL this month, no rolling, sitting or anything like that. I feel like it's because she spends the vast majority of her time asleep, or in the car seat. She doesn't get a whole lot of time on the floor. I've been making a huge effort though. She will roll to her side and she is happy so I think that's why she hasn't gone all the way over yet!<br />
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We went to Denver on vacation. She flew on a plane. She mostly slept on the plane. Though in her little bit of awake time she did manage to poop three times. Once, requiring an outfit change. Luckily, I learned my lesson with Dylan many years ago and had a change of clothes for everyone, and a couple for Tessa. Needless to say, Adam and I got really good at changing her just laying across us!:) On our vacation she went on her first, and probably last hike in the baby backpack. She did great, and never made a sound!<br />
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Tessa has found her feet,and her tongue and her voice. She loves to yell. She sounds so mad,but she really is just happy yelling. It's loud though. Her feet, oh she always has them in her hands! She also loves to grab her toys on her play mat, and the ones on her car seat. She grabs them so hard though she often can't untangle her fingers and gets really mad.<br />
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She loves her brothers something fierce but I have a feeling is going to start getting really tired of them being all up in her grill all. the. time. You would have thought her newness would have worn off to Dylan by now, but he is still infatuated with her. She gets night night hugs and kisses from both on a nightly basis, they bring her toys, want to take her picture, and feed her. She is a lucky little girly!<br />
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Again, no rolling, she will occasionally roll from her belly to her back, but not always, often she will face plant and scream and I feel sad for her so I'll roll her over. She rolled from back to belly once, but I'm guessing it was a fluke since she hasn't done it again.<br />
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-44777460570648065422014-07-11T14:25:00.002-05:002014-07-11T14:25:54.712-05:00Tessa { Four Months }Another month gone. Man. And no blog posts since the last update. Sad. We're busy. I'm lazy. One day I'll catch you up on someone other than Tessa! But until then, she is FOUR months old. What on Earth?<br />
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She is still just the most sweet, easy going baby girl I know! This was a good month. She has given us a little bit more personality, and routine. She is content. Do you know how happy that makes us? She is just so easy. How do we get so lucky with our babies?
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smiles, and even sometimes freaks out when someone talks to loudly to her! She loves her brothers and thinks they are like the funniest things on the planet. We haven't gotten many full blown giggles, just a few chuckles here and there, I'm hoping those come soon!<br />
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We have had a few GI follow up appointments, and I'm happy to report that her blood work " looks great" and that we don't have to go back to the GI for six months. Her bilirubin level came down all by itself, which they tell me is great. She is growing, and seems to no longer have any issues with her Alpha-1. Lets keep our fingers crossed that it stays that way. </div>
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Well this is kind of a boring update because like I said, she is just so easy going there isn't much to update on. She is still sleeping in her bed, unswaddled. For most of the month she was still getting up once a night, at the beginning it was twice. I'm glad that nonsense stopped! I wish she would get up at the same time every night so I could decide if she is actually hungry or just waking in habit, but it's all over the place, between 2- 5:30 usually. She is officially the one who has taken the longest to sleep through the night. We love her anyway!<br />
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12 pounds 3 ounces</div>
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23 inches long</div>
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-58082616911024112202014-06-09T13:36:00.001-05:002014-06-09T13:36:36.141-05:00Tessa { three months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pyBvvPj9L3R2ofC7NWTjBZtPJEslsfs3GX6uZcLm4ySjdIy34CGdgC5k3IdAM0YFqO6hHwBdUXED39PIpuBNP0ujYGioP8lqCV9uHME-wYGipk-xUFD8CDN4sSt00Dd-PfraIx8Rghw/s1600/IMG_9421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pyBvvPj9L3R2ofC7NWTjBZtPJEslsfs3GX6uZcLm4ySjdIy34CGdgC5k3IdAM0YFqO6hHwBdUXED39PIpuBNP0ujYGioP8lqCV9uHME-wYGipk-xUFD8CDN4sSt00Dd-PfraIx8Rghw/s1600/IMG_9421.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJpR4phcAZ-mA2q2mwIp_RoSZpp51xJcsCajFY24DN5fDUsSWj5xF0HHBAhl3oZe3sqlF25nO14TpY4u7AfTKQ0UwAgNetxFmFIMIzvWw3NUBUKvGkP4tllI4pEAbgyxHZPyDjaeW0uU/s1600/IMG_9411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJpR4phcAZ-mA2q2mwIp_RoSZpp51xJcsCajFY24DN5fDUsSWj5xF0HHBAhl3oZe3sqlF25nO14TpY4u7AfTKQ0UwAgNetxFmFIMIzvWw3NUBUKvGkP4tllI4pEAbgyxHZPyDjaeW0uU/s1600/IMG_9411.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Another one bites the dust. These months just keep flying by. Honestly, this one probably went fast because of all of her hospital and Dr visits. She luckily won't remember all of those days, but I will. We have once again been blessed with a great baby. We always wondered if we would get a hard one, but Adam and I have come to the conclusion she might be the easiest one we've had yet. She is so chill. When she is awake she is either observing what is going on in her crazy world, which is usually two little boys who are screaming at her, or she is smiling or eating. She only cries when she is hungry. Honestly. I'm not sure how we get so lucky. The hardest part about her is this genetic disease, which other than Dr. visits hasn't caused any problems. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d1unm8cQKPa3uaDmcdaB0CPDP5Vn7KLCuQuTYzdzgL0KAt8CrN4JMXtp8d8f1ESn1EH6RhRchfuCMyZms6fQydCVXCQnHeK5uv64_CcWNjUaGDAoWX3yb_SN_scNIixBM9V-umzUOCc/s1600/IMG_9616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d1unm8cQKPa3uaDmcdaB0CPDP5Vn7KLCuQuTYzdzgL0KAt8CrN4JMXtp8d8f1ESn1EH6RhRchfuCMyZms6fQydCVXCQnHeK5uv64_CcWNjUaGDAoWX3yb_SN_scNIixBM9V-umzUOCc/s1600/IMG_9616.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>She is still on her yucky formula, and though she appears to have been gaining weight, according to my very accurate measuring techniques she is still only about 10.5 pounds. So she is gaining about a pound a month, which is about right for my kiddos. This month really brought on the smiles. She has dimples. Two of them to be exact. The boys each have one, but she got two. They are adorable. Apparently the dimple gene only comes from the dad's side, so thanks Daddy!:) Also, she has blue eyes. I'm not sure if I had mentioned that before. They were really dark blue gray when she was born, but now they are lightening to a lighter blue. Who knows if they will stay, but they boys eyes have always been the same color as when they were born!<br />
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-49122283176064364492014-05-27T14:06:00.001-05:002014-05-27T14:06:23.863-05:00Tessa's Nursery {Reveal}Better late than never I guess. It's not even really "done" but I never really finished Graham's nursery either. He didn't get a clock in his room until a few months ago! Oops!<br />
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So I'm sure everyone who has two boys has dreamed about what a girl nursery would look like forever. I'm not one of those people. Sure, when I was pregnant with Dylan and Graham, I had thought about it. But when I knew that I was having a girl, I panicked and didn't know what to do. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_h8Oq2cmdDEffY2MHLr9Ne0BKKqvdO0FYShdeQAy7KGgR2UGj_rj60x-tAtesXpwnJy0doc8c1vDO_JPGy28Be0iab_Exv2ZtbFHx9afhE4_iPivI11ZLSAtR-bYKvitjr9-daCRb4k/s1600/IMG_9537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_h8Oq2cmdDEffY2MHLr9Ne0BKKqvdO0FYShdeQAy7KGgR2UGj_rj60x-tAtesXpwnJy0doc8c1vDO_JPGy28Be0iab_Exv2ZtbFHx9afhE4_iPivI11ZLSAtR-bYKvitjr9-daCRb4k/s1600/IMG_9537.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>One thing I knew for sure was that I would NOT be having a red glider again. Much to Adam's dismay, I had it reupholstered, and I'm so glad that I did. That glider was not cheap, and I love it so much, I'm glad that we will be able to use it in a setting that is not a nursery now that it's not a primary red!</div>
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My favorite things in her room have to be the You are so Loved print, her set of children's books that sit above the dresser they add such great color and I know one day we will love reading them together ( Even the boys) , and her custom made doll. Though I wish I knew she was going to have blue eyes before I ordered it. </div>
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So there you have it. I still need to get a clock or mirror or something to put over the recliner to fill that space, but it's pretty much done, and she is loving sleeping in her bed at night! Thank goodness!<br />
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-64922510819576424102014-05-23T14:24:00.001-05:002014-05-23T14:24:45.159-05:00Mother's Day<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Warning: This is long, but mainly for my records</span></i><br />
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To say that my Mother's day celebration was a little sucky is being kind. This year, I did what probably every parent has nightmares about. I spent it in Children's hospital with my two month old baby girl, and husband of course. <br />
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Let me start from the beginning. Thursday May 8, I had taken Tessa to the Dr. for her routine two month well visit. After looking her over her pediatrician thought she looked a little bit jaundice. He wanted to run a simple blood test to check her biliruibin which I of course was ok with. He said since he didn't rush the pickup or anything that he would get the results on Saturday and call me. Now, my pedi often says he will call and never does. <br />
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I was sitting at my house planning a baby shower, when a message popped up on my phone. No missed call, just the message. I didn't think anything of it since I didn't know the number. Once things slowed to a stopping point in party planning, I decided to listen to the message. It was my dr. it went something like this. " Hi Lindsay, this is Dr. Daniel, I need to talk to you about Tessa, please call me back, this is my personal cell phone." MY heart dropped. As I was listening to it, another message came in. It was him again. I immediately called him back. He explained to me that her bilirubin was slightly elevated and that he had spoken to the GI at Children's and they wanted to admit her to run more tests. <i>Insert tears from me. </i>He said that they had beds available and they would be calling me soon to tell me when to come in. He said if they hadn't called by 4 PM to call him back. This was at like 11:30. I immediately went into panic mode. All of my local babysitters for the boys were tied up, Adam was golfing, and I was freaking out. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her first bottle in about 14 hours</td></tr>
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So of course we wait until 4 PM, when no one calls, I called him back and he said to give them two more hours. We wait. No call, at 6 pm, Dr. Daniel calls and asks if we had heard anything. Nothing. So he calls the hospital, by 7 we were called and told to head that way. MY sister had called out of work to come and watch the boys. We got to the hospital a little before 8 PM.<br />
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We got into our room quickly, and had the regular admitting stuff going on. By about 8:45, Tessa was tired and cranky so we started feeding her. Well of course about the time she finishes her bottle, someone comes and says she isn't supposed to eat because they are going to be doing a sonogram and she has to be without food for 4 hours. WELL GREAT! Would have been nice of someone to tell us that. It ended up not mattering, because they were not able to get us into the sonogram until 4 AM anyway, so 8 hours after her bottle. She was exhausted and slept through the whole thing. One tricky part about the hospital is that she had to sleep in the bed IF we were asleep. She didn't sleep in a crib yet, so that wasn't happening, so Adam and I took turns holding her throughout the night.<br />
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Sunday morning, Mother's Day, came and the dr. did their rounds saying that everything came back normal on the ultrasound, but they wanted her to be tested for something called Biliary Atresia. But that test couldn't happen until Thursday, because she had to be on phenobarbital for 5 days before it. They were not going to discharge us until Monday though, because as an inpatient it's easier to get on the schedule. So we knew at about 9 AM that we would be staying another day for no reason other than to get on the schedule for this scan. Now, the Dr told us to not look up Biliary Atresia on Google until we knew that was it. YEAH RIGHT. Lets just say, I spent mothers day thinking my baby was going to need a liver transplant, and spend her life in and out of the hospital. Shouldn't have looked.<br />
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They got us on the schedule for her scan on Wednesday. It came back normal. Thank God. But that still left us wondering what was going on with her. Jaundice in a two month old is not normal.<br />
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Wednesday I went to the GI clinic for her follow up. They told me she looked great, not as yellow, and seemed over all in great health. The dr went out of the room to review some of the blood tests they had run and she came back in. She said " Well, we finally got all the work back and we have a diagnosis." She has Alpha -1 Antitrypsin Deficiency. Though not life threatening, it could mean a tough life as she gets older. She will likely get emphysema, and we are all hoping she is in the 80 % of kids who do not develop childhood liver disease because of this. It is a Genetic disease, many people don't know about it. Apparently though, adam and I must BOTH be carriers in order for her to have it. <br />
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The Dr. is optimistic that she will do great and not have to worry about anything for 40-50 years, as her bilirubin is going down all by itself with no medication. They did put her on this new prescription formula, that costs an arm and a leg but if it will help her out then well great! Even better is that our insurance is paying for it!;)<br />
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So we knew that when we had a third baby we were tempting fate. Dylan and Graham were such easy babies, we thought for sure that she would be a crier, or never sleep or something. Well, she sleeps great ( in her crib now, we took the opportunity of her being drugged up and sleeping great at the hospital to transition her to the crib, where she is now, for the most part, sleeping through the night) and hardly ever cries, but well, she probably made me gain a few grey hairs in the last two, very long weeks!The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-14051839837369933342014-05-13T11:30:00.001-05:002014-05-13T11:30:12.745-05:00Tessa { Two months}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAI6cJma8pujeC7eeI_Ne0MSieS44SGmm2mZozcmJ688GLDA1sNdNBASrxZxPtNklBQyr1OfnmKl3RlyMwqNHVxW4iKE9Zu2DOCaBEVf7PdS_FDGWzpS6bpNJoMnByVXUrHNKk3b-Og8/s1600/IMG_9385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAI6cJma8pujeC7eeI_Ne0MSieS44SGmm2mZozcmJ688GLDA1sNdNBASrxZxPtNklBQyr1OfnmKl3RlyMwqNHVxW4iKE9Zu2DOCaBEVf7PdS_FDGWzpS6bpNJoMnByVXUrHNKk3b-Og8/s1600/IMG_9385.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDZlzoSopyQjm0oH4JctcL4fx30ujw3IPkYDRPoQ6kCUMpZl5ZAvJaVbVa_ZQz3CqoLZgcKSkKbh0AYR23PCHOxsB3IZFzfImKNXc7WXZQZWKfN9jOQd1mvH79g50LFZas5f90KZjIhQ/s1600/IMG_9316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDZlzoSopyQjm0oH4JctcL4fx30ujw3IPkYDRPoQ6kCUMpZl5ZAvJaVbVa_ZQz3CqoLZgcKSkKbh0AYR23PCHOxsB3IZFzfImKNXc7WXZQZWKfN9jOQd1mvH79g50LFZas5f90KZjIhQ/s1600/IMG_9316.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>Well another month has flown by. Surprise, surprise! I can't believe it. Time is going to quickly. Tessa has been such a perfect addition to this family. Little Miss celebrated her first Easter this month. No eggs for her, but she was happy to just sit and watch her big brothers do all the work. She was learning for next year of course. Tessa continues to be a great sleeper. Shortly after turning one month, she gave us a nine hour stretch. I got excited but it seems that it was just a fluke. She is still regularly giving us 7 hours stretches, from about 8pm to 3 or 4am.<br />
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This month Tessa also had her first sleep over. She went to spend the night with my sister. She did great, it was interesting having to load the swing up though! She is still in the swing, there is no motion, but she still doesn't like to sleep flat. Closer to the two month mark, I started trying to get her to nap in her crib. I would only get abut 30 min out of her, and by about 5 she would be so exhausted she would just cry. So I've started doing her morning naps in the crib, and then letting her take her long one at the same time as the boys so that I have some down time.<br />
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She also hasn't ever really liked to do tummy time. She would lift her head great if she was on our chests, but the second she was on the mat or floor, she would just face plant. She has started to not hate tummy time so bad now, still isn't a huge fan, but I can get about 5 min out of her before she gets too mad at me!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_N-OjGI9jn9BNE_IJuFp_qQcmuF-EMI96nJIpJhscrrkLC4xfQkExDRTk-77U7vcI-H5vYDM0VggdqidJRQ3GsME5eheN7R57m5NZ_N4KbHH7p5neaAaQdddXajUae6QKGaJ3zFWUYc/s1600/IMG_9349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_N-OjGI9jn9BNE_IJuFp_qQcmuF-EMI96nJIpJhscrrkLC4xfQkExDRTk-77U7vcI-H5vYDM0VggdqidJRQ3GsME5eheN7R57m5NZ_N4KbHH7p5neaAaQdddXajUae6QKGaJ3zFWUYc/s1600/IMG_9349.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a>Baby girl loves baths, and when he brothers lay next to her and talk to her, or put her paci in her mouth. This month also brought smiles. I just can't get enough of little gummy baby smiles. She rarely smiles with her mouth closed, it's usually a very open wide smile. The best.<br />
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She is still a peanut. She eats a lot, and has outgrown newborn cloths and diapers. She is long, but a lightweight just like her brothers. Though she might have started out the biggest, her two month appointment showed she is now the smallest, weighting in at the least at two month appointments.<br />
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She is just a joy to have around, a happy baby, and easy going. Which is good, because like I will probably say every time, she has no choice but to be an easy going baby. Too much going on around her to be picky!:)<br />
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size 1 diapers</div>
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-42980860971366841392014-05-09T07:00:00.000-05:002014-05-09T07:00:03.936-05:00Trophy Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zaMvzd5WvG4qAb4dHsUpi9zgOWaOl3I3hcfgiZGsm5Kx7r-MpXIOM8YPyUroz3sMQv9V7Ca2VPebDQa3TAYZlifG1_YLXxWBsebe36oS-4qsxSS1WT5BnVVEtSQd_90bNEMjV_ZNy-4/s1600/IMG_9087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zaMvzd5WvG4qAb4dHsUpi9zgOWaOl3I3hcfgiZGsm5Kx7r-MpXIOM8YPyUroz3sMQv9V7Ca2VPebDQa3TAYZlifG1_YLXxWBsebe36oS-4qsxSS1WT5BnVVEtSQd_90bNEMjV_ZNy-4/s1600/IMG_9087.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISfBaU_pmvCWp-4CJPKOn0qRmdTZx5JhSZqzUUDxg9pGRGPXTHRC3WrigNT3GltlSWzWnx9ojzX3m9jnzWOyb5Nj5pR1W4jTIta69SNAtEL-Yum0cI8wJj0bTCCFox_kLAplOKVAw2LM/s1600/IMG_9080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISfBaU_pmvCWp-4CJPKOn0qRmdTZx5JhSZqzUUDxg9pGRGPXTHRC3WrigNT3GltlSWzWnx9ojzX3m9jnzWOyb5Nj5pR1W4jTIta69SNAtEL-Yum0cI8wJj0bTCCFox_kLAplOKVAw2LM/s1600/IMG_9080.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a>Well, Dylan finished up his first ever soccer season. I only missed one game, which I'm pretty proud of. It was the one that happened to be the day his baby sister was born. I couldn't help it!;) I was so proud of him getting out there and playing. There were a few games where he just wasn't feeling it. He was a little spoiled by scoring a goal in the first game, then one in the game that I missed, so he thought he got to score every game , which is obviously not the case. I've played soccer for a long time, and I think i can count goals I've scored on one hand! Anyway, we wrapped up the end of his season with a very large cheering section from his family. His Great Grandparents, his Grandparents, Adam's Aunt and Uncle, and of course, Graham, Adam, Tessa and me. We cheered, he ran up and down, he wanted to know what was for the after game snack. You know, typical 4 year old soccer. <br />
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I'm glad that he got to play, but I'm thinking next year we are going to move him back into the Wylie league since he will be old enough. It's much closer, like a 5 min drive instead of a 35 min drive! He is already asking when his baseball games start, so I guess I should look into a baseball team soon!The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-24345318448487793982014-05-07T14:52:00.003-05:002014-05-07T14:52:35.929-05:00Hip HopI'm running a little behind on the ol' blog, but I'm going to try to post a few posts throughout the weekend!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmO9WeNlRS7lFCyofOlxzOepS4wb4kHFi0JQJ-jkugnA6gWsS2KTnkYidJ8PqZEUowRVV0Z9pOAJLNk52kMIfI4MrRPSN9CjizV4iSuOSOx_9hu5vCzURVu83dcRKm-AnMVOAKlEIUgI4/s1600/IMG_9165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmO9WeNlRS7lFCyofOlxzOepS4wb4kHFi0JQJ-jkugnA6gWsS2KTnkYidJ8PqZEUowRVV0Z9pOAJLNk52kMIfI4MrRPSN9CjizV4iSuOSOx_9hu5vCzURVu83dcRKm-AnMVOAKlEIUgI4/s1600/IMG_9165.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Dylan grabbed tons of eggs, of course. I was a little surprised at Graham. He was far too interested in opening the three that he grabbed right off the bat then picking up any more. They shared, it's what brothers do. I'm pretty sure Graham didn't eat anything but Sunbursts and Now and Laters that day. He figured out how to open them himself, so he would just dig through the bucket and find something he wanted and open it himself. Thinking about it now, I should have taken the bucket away sooner than I did!<br />
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After eating and feeding Tessa, the boys were more than ready to get home to see what the bunny had brought them on his stop at home. This year, I didn't do much fun stuff for them, just kind of things that I had been wanting to get them. Honestly, I thought the Spider-Man hats would have been a bigger hit than they were, neither are interested in them much. Oh well.<br />
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We had a great Easter, and Dylan tells me every time that he sees a whole where a bunny can fit in our fence that that is where the Easter Bunny got in. He has already started talking about how Santa fits down the chimney, so I'm sure that will be fun to explain in December!The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-31949467116822245512014-04-16T15:18:00.001-05:002014-04-16T15:18:27.693-05:00Tessa {One Month}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOkhEREDcj0vOoSxpbcg5NvnXPskkzLEzRNVjI7tE-z4qQj5PP7vF5ov2DpdrU5c4QIdUbxE16HvrgK71cCPOVXtR_Hzom1zPdFdUwSRrtA9U4KHmie5zOMWWEUZv6fRvXFbbCUzrFl0/s1600/IMG_8528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOkhEREDcj0vOoSxpbcg5NvnXPskkzLEzRNVjI7tE-z4qQj5PP7vF5ov2DpdrU5c4QIdUbxE16HvrgK71cCPOVXtR_Hzom1zPdFdUwSRrtA9U4KHmie5zOMWWEUZv6fRvXFbbCUzrFl0/s1600/IMG_8528.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Welp, we made it. Tessa is officially <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>over </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">a month old now. It's crazy how time flies so quickly when you have kids and a new baby at home. Overall, I would say this month was a success. I mean, we did survive didn't we?</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVHvy73GipMsRIqFlLHsZB9_pO6kqPgDtx_Oh8f3MhgjVvUPvni30P06l_WE1JtqJZLTz_xOK1_u4PUwdzXDGLjeuZu9A_5ystV08ibAqgW0V7qrIrI2ZvEdZjhRsfCP11W3Nc3k-dkY/s1600/IMG_8770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVHvy73GipMsRIqFlLHsZB9_pO6kqPgDtx_Oh8f3MhgjVvUPvni30P06l_WE1JtqJZLTz_xOK1_u4PUwdzXDGLjeuZu9A_5ystV08ibAqgW0V7qrIrI2ZvEdZjhRsfCP11W3Nc3k-dkY/s1600/IMG_8770.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>Tessa is a pretty easy going baby so far. So easy going that we of course had trouble with her weight, and nursing. I won't blame all of that on her, of course, but her sleepiness didn't really help my lack of supply at all. At her two week appointment, even though she was already on formula, she was still under her birth weight. So more formula it was, and a weight check at three weeks. Lucky for her, with her full diaper, she made it back to eight pounds and two ounces. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm65-wAe8OSPC7A8NfLJCHXPl4ovcpFEnYXag3yW568TibZruuKCwDnG1Sm28nFLjOJid8BPFyCcgLPvNFjyxX_-jcG6n2i9CHhvn9Fuv9wgXzYNI941HGgkugZmYPZ3OKMcOlFTPQUp4/s1600/IMG_8950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm65-wAe8OSPC7A8NfLJCHXPl4ovcpFEnYXag3yW568TibZruuKCwDnG1Sm28nFLjOJid8BPFyCcgLPvNFjyxX_-jcG6n2i9CHhvn9Fuv9wgXzYNI941HGgkugZmYPZ3OKMcOlFTPQUp4/s1600/IMG_8950.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>To say that she is a great sleeper is a little bit of an understatement. I don't mean to brag ( ok, kind of) all of my kids have been great sleepers. Granted, they sleep in the swing for the first couple of months, whatever it takes though is fine by me. After getting Tessa close to her birth weight, I just let her sleep. She started giving us 5-6 hour stretches around 3 weeks. At 4 weeks it was probably 6-7 hours. I would say that by a month, she was giving us consistently 7 hours. We of course have had a few nights where that isn't the case, but I'll take it. One problem with her sleeping so well, is getting in her minimum of 24 ounces of formula. It's hard when she sleeps so much, but I'm not supposed to give big bottles because her tummy is still so small. She kind of loads up at night by cluster feeding, which I think is one reason she sleeps so well. <br />
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Speaking of paci, you certainly love it. It's nice to give to you after you eat and are still rooting around. The second anything, your hand, shirt, swaddle blanket touches your cheek you think you are starving. So the paci is nice. <br />
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As of today ( 5.4 weeks old ) she still weights less than 9 pounds(super close though), wears newborn clothes and newborn diapers. She has such a sweet personality and goes with the flow so well already. I started taking her out on outings pretty early. I've had several people comment about how I was " Brave" I just tell them, with the two boys at home, she has no choice but to go with it. I would go insane if I kept them home all the time. So I guess what they say about that third child just " fitting in " is true, but because they don't really have a choice!:)<br />
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I can't wait until Tessa starts smiling, and "doing" more. I want to see what type of personality she has. She favors Dylan so much in the looks department, I want to see who's personality she favors, or if she brings a whole new one to the table. So here is to another month of having a family of five!<br />
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-90687525249481151862014-04-11T14:39:00.000-05:002014-04-11T14:39:48.374-05:00Tessa's Story- Part Two<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEnola40CfOtGsZZISpNt8YNRPMd6hyphenhyphen0Cqj6Dho3wGjoZ_s-bvvc0oFvih1GOyXuydsUhnjSpGd_yGjjwqVliN2nVzfUI9MzcvYenru0Iu4c7O4CJW1mJFPTcIxgtF2KBKSOoTPM0Oi4/s1600/IMG_8412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEnola40CfOtGsZZISpNt8YNRPMd6hyphenhyphen0Cqj6Dho3wGjoZ_s-bvvc0oFvih1GOyXuydsUhnjSpGd_yGjjwqVliN2nVzfUI9MzcvYenru0Iu4c7O4CJW1mJFPTcIxgtF2KBKSOoTPM0Oi4/s1600/IMG_8412.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFk2nIXty6-ft_fXAEH8WgkJUYH7owdl_M7liDIKZv2d5XXtvivRjOsNHR-TAJz80Y1hXBD844OOJcpLnXAAjwZuDd6SfZdkHZukbo7z2m44c4nga2KaMG-dP9wdkZMvYBmxjvD5A5AdM/s1600/IMG_8483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFk2nIXty6-ft_fXAEH8WgkJUYH7owdl_M7liDIKZv2d5XXtvivRjOsNHR-TAJz80Y1hXBD844OOJcpLnXAAjwZuDd6SfZdkHZukbo7z2m44c4nga2KaMG-dP9wdkZMvYBmxjvD5A5AdM/s1600/IMG_8483.JPG" height="133" width="200" /></a>I'm picking up after taking the Ambien to get some rest. The nurse told me that I might get some contractions after the cervidil was put in, but I would say within 20 min I was having pretty good " menstrual cramp" type contractions. With Dylan, they were full body cramps, this time, just really low. Those went on for a while, and at about 6am, I was pretty uncomfortable and asked for my epidural. They tried to sway me from doing it so early as I was only 4 cm at the time, but I went for it. Right after my epidural, I rolled over and I felt like my water had broken. I called the nurse, and she came to check to see if it had, and it hadn't, just some other good giving birth stuff. But she checked me again, and while doing so, broke my water on accident, and I was already at a 6. My Dr. came to see me at 8 Am, and had a coffee, book and his computer, he plopped down on the couch and chatted about how the evening went and everything. He was about to go upstairs to eat breakfast, but decided to check me again just one last time to get a time frame on when she would actually be making her arrival. When he checked me he said " Oh man Lindsay, you are ready to have a baby!" <br />
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Nothing was set up, they had to find nurses and nursery personnel to come in. I told them I didn't need to do a test push seeing as I had done only like half of one with Graham and he was " Right there" well, they had me do one with her, and of course, she was "right there" After waiting for about 30 min for them to set everything up, and my doctor to get all of his scrubs on and stuff, I pushed for one ten count and her head was out, then another 10 count and she was out. Basically how all of the others have come. I really wanted to know what she weighed, and of course see who she looked like. My Dr. was more impressed that she had a true knot in her umbilical cord, and he insisted that Adam take a picture of it. True knots are actually pretty rare, and all it means is that she was a very active little one in my belly and managed to twist herself all up! Luckily hers didn't cause any problems like heart decels during labor!<br />
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When Adam came back and told me she was eight pounds two ounces, I thought he was kidding. How could my girl, who was a week early have been my biggest baby yet? Either way, we quickly decided that she looked just like Dylan. The nurses loved her lip quiver, that she still gets if you let her get ticked off enough. <br />
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We are so happy to have completed our family, with our baby girl. She has so far fit right into the circus, and we can tell she is going to be an easy going baby. She kind of has to just learn to go with the flow, because , well her big brothers demand a lot more attention from me than she currently does!:)The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-9551197545766142402014-03-31T10:28:00.002-05:002014-03-31T10:28:31.653-05:00Tessa's Story<em>Well, I'm finally getting around to writing out how Tessa entered the world. This is mostly for my own personal benefit, so I don't forget! Luckily I have a string of text messages to give me a good time frame.</em> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My last belly picture. EVER:(</td></tr>
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Starting at about 37 weeks, my blood pressure, as it had with the boys started to climb. It had been 120/70 up until this point. It was 130/80 at my 37 week appointment, which warranted me having to come in twice a week for blood pressure checks. It just kept raising. At my 39 week appointment on Thursday March 6, it was really high. 150/100. My Dr. knows a lot of it was my anxiety, so he wasn't too worried, seeing as I was having no signs or symptoms of pre eclampsia or even the high blood pressure itself. He quickly started talk induction, but I was thinking it would be for 40 weeks, just like Graham. He started talking about it happening Saturday, but they had to see what the hospital had available. They had to call and I was told I would get a call from them in the next couple of hours. I didn't get a call.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adam takes really flattering photos</td></tr>
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Friday morning, I got a call at about 9 Am, saying that they couldn't get me in on Saturday ( which I had requested because Adam had a big project due Friday evening at work.) The nurses exact words were ' Well they can't get you in on Saturday so they want you there tonight" I was NOT expecting that. Not that it made much of a difference, but I worried about Adam. They wanted us to be at the hospital at 10 Pm. He came into the door at 9;15 that night, after working for 14 hours!:) Needless to say, he didn't have time to really think about having a baby that day!<br />
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So we get to the, somewhat empty, hospital and they were all ready for us. Got me all hooked up to the IV, and everything, and had to monitor me before starting the induction process. But of course, my heart rate was ridiculously high, and so it was making Tessa's high as well. It took longer to get the process started than they thought, I didn't get the cervidal put in until about midnight. Then I took an Ambien to try to get some sleep. The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-82152276179410051512014-03-20T11:45:00.002-05:002014-03-20T11:45:47.112-05:00Tessa Paige<div style="text-align: center;">
<strong>Tessa Paige </strong></div>
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<strong>3-8-2014</strong></div>
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<strong>8 lbs 1.6oz</strong></div>
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<strong>20 Inches</strong></div>
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-10035301961874523932014-03-04T10:14:00.002-06:002014-03-04T10:14:38.725-06:00Bunch Ball<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First practice</td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXTg6CwqmAe0fA7u5-XoG4fIreI_QrvfZwa3kWnZmssvQFWa27fgvGMxIXcANxljXxdXSMYZXbCNSkiWU08uB2n4ZOn678hPKnDk38kKaTNppXdyuIIM2YVmdHXAo4zkku1xgeKEX-zw/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXTg6CwqmAe0fA7u5-XoG4fIreI_QrvfZwa3kWnZmssvQFWa27fgvGMxIXcANxljXxdXSMYZXbCNSkiWU08uB2n4ZOn678hPKnDk38kKaTNppXdyuIIM2YVmdHXAo4zkku1xgeKEX-zw/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg" height="320" width="212" /></a>Ever since Adam and I started playing soccer again, Dylan has been asking to. He was not old enough of course, but this year was the year. He could have started in the Fall, but Adam and I had plans out of town that would put us missing his first game EVER. I couldn't do that to him, or myself, so we held off until the Spring. He knew as soon as he turned four that he got to play, so basically since December 2, he has been asking if it's time for his soccer games yet. Mid February, we finally got to tell him "Yes." <br />
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He was put on a team called the Smurfs, which worked out well because he loves the color blue and actually had asked to be on a blue team. He also gets to be on a team with his friend Caden. Double lucky.His first practice was held two days before the game, and well, it was a mess. Kids weren't listening, or following instructions, we were late, because we couldn't find them, a mess. Dylan and Caden still had a blast though, and were sad when it was over. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfA4z5guDYnjr7iXjKZGVUcuGS0nbzmet8OlsvRAhMjr1IncL0XJHuocoXw5H8o0_UPz0hOw2cwWVHYhfqflhxJerDFwEoSPnMZpqzvNgySkUKTW7HxzuUkkCwg056bawmHDfD1cDZQ8/s1600/DSC_0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfA4z5guDYnjr7iXjKZGVUcuGS0nbzmet8OlsvRAhMjr1IncL0XJHuocoXw5H8o0_UPz0hOw2cwWVHYhfqflhxJerDFwEoSPnMZpqzvNgySkUKTW7HxzuUkkCwg056bawmHDfD1cDZQ8/s1600/DSC_0306.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a>Two days later it was game time. I knew he was excited, but honestly, I figured that he was going to go out there and stand around and not know what to do. Much to my surprise, it was bunch ball like I figured it would be. 4 Vs 4. Every kid for themselves. All chase the ball, and hope that the right team kicks it into the correct goal. Sidenote: Although I've played lots of soccer in my life, I didn't start playing until I was in the 4th grade, so bunch ball is a new and kinda hilarious thing for me. <br />
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Dylan and Caden did awesome, and Dylan even stole the ball away from Caden, to get is very first ( and currently only) goal of the season. Seeing the joy on his face, really made the season. He might not ever score again, but between Casey and I , we both have some GREAT pictures of the first goal of Dylan's, hopefully not short, soccer career. <br />
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We have really lucked out with the weather for this soccer season too, it's been at least 65 every day that we've had a game, while the day before or the day after might not have been so nice. So fingers crossed it stays like that so that Tessa and I will be able to head out to some of his games here in the next few weeks. <br />
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The Fenner'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03655740290293420825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709612351577141945.post-13043132079911896752014-02-07T09:06:00.002-06:002014-02-07T09:06:38.483-06:00Still Here<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">31 Weeks</td></tr>
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HELLO???? <br />
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I've been a bad blogger. Between ice storms, a computer dying, planning a nursery, scootering, another snow day, and well, just having two kids and being very pregnant I've been a bad blogger. Hopefully, I'll be better soon! Until then, hang in there my trusty five readers, I promise I'll be back!<br />
Until then, here are a few pictures of what we've been up to!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loving his new scooter</td></tr>
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