tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5928060146618043992024-03-13T15:38:45.564-05:00How Sweet It Iskcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-42707103729707426162016-05-20T22:19:00.001-05:002016-05-20T22:19:16.079-05:00Here Comes Another One. ****Almost 2 years late****I know this is quite premature, but I can't contain it. <br />
WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!<br />
Lord Willing.<br />
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Cohen is the cutest thing. I told him we were having a baby and it was going to grow in my tummy like Sutton did. He asked if I swollowed the baby. Is that how he got there? I told him God put the baby in my tummy. I will avoid that topic for a few more years:)<br />
I showed him a picture of what the baby looks like at this gestation on the internet. He was so excited about it. He went to play then came back and asked to see the baby pictures again. He is going to be such a good big brother.<br />
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I want to truly savor each moment of this pregnancy. I do not think I will convince Chad to have another child after this, even though I would love 4 children. (I think 4 is the "magic number" of kids in my mind.)<br />
I really enjoy being pregnant.<br />
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*****This post is from July 23, 2014. I am NOT pregnant again. I just found this on my blog as "unposted" and wanted to post it*******kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-45516544893208969262016-05-20T22:17:00.000-05:002016-05-20T22:17:16.155-05:00We are SO proud of our Cohen MichaelCohen just finished kindergarten two days ago.<br />
This year was everything I could have hoped for for him. He was so brave that first day walking into school by himself with his big ol' backpack. Then he and Sutton begged me to let him ride the bus. And when I gave in, I cried as he and Sutton stood at the bus stop like two brave, excited boys.<br />
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His teacher Ms Hasselbring has been a K teacher for 26 years (or more. I can't recall) and has such a love for her "chilies" as she calls them. I knew from the moment I met her that my sweet baby boy would be loved and cared for each day when he walked into Crockett Elementary.<br />
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I know this has been said many times to me, but my how kindergarten has changed since I was a kid.<br />
Cohen knows SO much! He knows what I didn't know until 3rd grade. No joke!<br />
He knows how to read books! Like real books! With big words!<br />
He knows how to add big numbers, in his head! Tonight's math problem at the dinner table from him was, "What's 1000 + 1000+ 1000 + 100 + 50?" And when we acted like we didn't know the answer, he blurted it out in no time.<br />
He knows who our 1st, 7th, 11th, and 14th presidents were and some facts about them too.<br />
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I cried big tears Wednesday when I picked him up from his last day of kindergarten. The kind of tears that burn your eyes and make them red for hours. My shoulders shook as I cried, my nose and my mascara ran down my face... I cried because I am so proud of him. I cried because he is one year closer to leaving my nest and leaving the shadow of my wings. I cried because I feel so lucky and blessed to be his and his brothers' momma.<br />
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And Sutton...<br />
He is the smartest boy. His teachers at preschool always tell me what a natural leader he is. He is a friend to everyone, and the girls love him. He tells me that the girls always chase him on the playground. He knows far more than Cohen knew at age 4. I think it's because his big brother encourages his learning of the material that his wonderful teachers teach him. Sutton knows several sight words. He also knows things like what "nocturnal" and "diurnal" mean! Harpeth Hills Preschool is such a blessing to so many children and families.<br />
And when I was crying the ugly cry on Wednesday, my sweet Sutton came and sat in my lap and said, "Mommy, even when I am 7, 8, and 16, 17, 18, and 19 I will still let you oot me. And when I am so big, I will oot you." Then I cried even more.<br />
Sutton is my biggest fan. He truly is enamored by me and has been since the day he was born.<br />
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Our little Jack Briggs,<br />
He is 14 months and has such a spunky attitude. A few weeks ago Cohen picked him up and moved him away from the tv. He laid down on the floor with his arms and legs outstretched and cried. Then he got up after a few seconds and gave Cohen the stink-eye before he walked away. He is good at doing the full-body throw down fit when he doesn't get what he wants. He also still nurses 2-4 times a day for 15-30 minutes each time. I know he's getting older, but I don't care. He's probably my last child and besides, he's tiny. Like 18 pounds tiny. Like 3rd percentile tiny. So he's like nursing a 6 month old. His blue eyes and blond hair are as unique to our family of brown hair, brown eyed people as his personality. I think this boy is going to be more similar to Sutton in his personality.<br />
Oh, but really, he's not a typical 3rd child. He has almost gotten me kicked out of my obsession- Beatbox:( There have been 2 times that he has cried so much that I've been embarrassed by his behavior. I mean, does this kid not realize that Beatbox keeps me sane and healthy? He cries most times I leave him with the childcare workers. He's not typically a fussy kid, but he makes up for it the 2-3xs a week I go to Beatbox.<br />
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Attitude and all, these boys melt my heart. There are days that are very difficult and trying. There are days that I yell more than I want to admit. There are days that I fall to my knees and cry out to God for help and patience and guidance. But then there are those moments that they hug me, kiss me, tell me they love me, and make me laugh uncontrollably that I feel like my heart will explode from the love I have for these boys and their daddy.<br />
God is good, all the time!<br />
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<br />kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-21893520377884127812014-07-17T00:28:00.000-05:002014-07-17T00:28:09.252-05:00Its Been Way Too Long..I have been trying to be Supermom for way too long.<br />
I work at least 36 hours a week, but most often more than that.<br />
I have an obsession with keeping my house clean, laundry put away, dishes clean and beds made.<br />
I go without sleep for 24 hours one day a week.<br />
All of this for what?<br />
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I spend less time with my kids,<br />
Less time with my husband,<br />
And less time with my Father <br />
Because I am trying to be perfect in every aspect of my life. <br />
Yet, I am failing.<br />
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Do my kids care if our house is spotless? <br />
Does my husband care if I cook dinner and keep up the laundry?<br />
Does God care about any of this?<br />
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I know the answer. It came to me like a thief in the night this week. <br />
These years are fleeting. With my husband and our boys.<br />
I prayed and I cried out to God yesterday over this. <br />
"Please show me how to slow down and savor each day with the ones I love.<br />
Help me to release the addiction to pursue perfection. Help me to find perfection in <br />
You and You alone."<br />
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I promise myself, Chad, the boys, and my Creator that I will not put my house cleaning above<br />
any of them. I will not be the Pinterest Perfect Mom that I often desire to be. I will only promise to be <br />
fully present in my family's lives. <br />
"There's a temptation to multi-task everything, but you can't multi-task presence."<br />
-Cindy Crawfordkcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-27572999735990994902014-07-17T00:09:00.000-05:002014-07-17T00:09:12.275-05:00These things I want to never forgetThese are happenings of our lives from the Winter of 2013-Summer of 2014<br />
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-"It's what I have to!"<br />
Everytime we ask either of the boys "why" they did something, they both answer with, "It's what I had/have to!" Sutton started this little saying and Cohen now copies him.<br />
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-Cohen peeing on tire at gas station<br />
The three of us stopped to get gas at Kroger on the way home from a busy morning. Cohen had to pee. I started the gas pump, left Sutton in the car, and Cohen and I went to the bathroom. It was occupied. Cohen started to panic. He said he had to go "so very bad." I told him to just pull down his pants and pee. He did just that. Peed right on the front tire of my car. And the gas station was crowded...like people waiting in line, crowded.<br /> </div>
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-"I wuv you mommy" in the night and first thing in the morning<br />
As soon as Sutton wakes up the first thing he says is "I wuv you, Mommy.'<br />
We let him sleep with us recently (he rarely gets too because he tosses and turns too much) and he woke up 3 times during the night, grabbed my cheeks, and said, "I wuv you, Mommy!" He still is very much a Momma's boy, but still doesn't like to be cuddled.<br />
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-The way Sutton spits when he's mad<br />
Literally every time I picked Sutton up from preschool and Sunday school, I would ask him if he was good.<br />
His response every time, "No. I hit and spit and sayed bad words." I asked the teachers after a couple of weeks of him telling me this if it were true. They all told me he is a perfect child and does nothing bad. He's such a little turkey. On the way home from dinner one night, Cohen said, "Sutton is hitting and spitting." I said, "Sutton, are you hitting and spitting and saying bad words?" Cohen, "No, he's just hitting and spitting."<br />
Sutton had not said anything to defend himself, and had sat quietly in the back seat. Then he said, "Poo-poo!" Chad and I laughed out loud. Sutton wanted to be sure he also said a bad word. <br />
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-Both boys still say Oot when they want to be held<br />
The boys are now 2.5 and 4 years old, yet they still both say "oot me" when they want to be held or carried. I love this!<br />
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-S telling me that bear was cats "grandma"<br />
Sutton asked Chad to get his "daddy." Chad said, "Im right here, buddy." Sutton said, "no, my other Daddy. Right there on the floor.' He has a bear named Daddy. Recently he has added a sister and a second daddy to his little family.<br />
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-Me falling asleep under Christmas tree<br />
The week before Thanksgiving I had great plans to put up the Christmas tree after I got off of work. I knew I had to stay awake all day with the boys so I wanted to be sure to stay busy so I could stay awake. I got out the old Christmas tree that Mike and Rita had when they first married, and started to put it up in the playroom. I had it assembled and "fluffed" when I realized it was crooked. I sat on the floor to adjust the base and the tree fell on me. I was so exhausted from working the night before that I just allowed myself to lay there with the tree on top of me. It was almost comfortable. I fell asleep. I have no idea how long I was asleep under that tree....It could've been 2 minutes, it could've been 30. I just woke up to the boys' voices saying, "What's mommy doing? Mommy, why are you under the tree?" Then their little hands were reaching through the branches to touch me.<br />
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kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-56251254931366189872014-01-26T02:05:00.002-06:002014-01-26T02:05:50.316-06:00Praying for another..<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have always wanted a lot of kids. If it were up to me, I would have at least 5. But I would need a different husband since Chad is NOT up for that many.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Our first two are 19 months apart. I wanted a third to be that age gap too, but Chad said, "H%ll no!'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He has said he "isn't ready for another boy." I understand what he is saying. God made boys to be rowdy, wild, little explorers who love dirt and bugs. And I love being a boy mom, but it is physically exhausting some days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have been politely asking for another baby for several months now, and I am hoping to get my wish soon. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But, don't mention this to Chad if you talk to him;) </span><br />
kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-60828556610536344712014-01-26T01:47:00.000-06:002014-01-26T01:47:02.586-06:00We have a new "Grandma!'<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Two weeks ago Chad and I heard Sutton talking after we put him to bed. I thought I heard him saying something about a "grandma." We have no "Grandma" in our family on either side. I am not even sure where Sutton heard this name.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I walked in his room and said, "Sutton, who are you talking to?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Sutton answered, "Bear Cat's Grandma"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Remember that he has been attached to a bear and a cat since he was 5 months old. Yet, he can't have one without the other, hence the name Bear Cat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Me: "Bear Cat has a grandma?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">S: "Yes, this (pointing to a brown bear that he's been asking to sleep with recently) is Cat's Grandma. Give Grandma a kiss."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I kissed Grandma, kissed Sutton, then went and told Chad about Sutton's new friend:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This boy of ours..... He is something else. He can converse like a 5 year old and he's only 2! And he's never been a cuddler, but in the last 2 weeks, he wakes up from his 3 hour nap and wants me to "oot" (hold) him while he holds his Bear Cat and watches Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He lays down on my chest, sucks his right thumb and holds Bear Cat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He also says, "I wuv you, Mommy!" 8 times a day on average. And he asks "Coco" to "hold my hand so I don't fall" when he walks down the stairs. And Cohen always does:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sutton gets to sleep in the other bed in Cohen's room a couple of nights a week. They talk and giggle for hours. Last week Cohen yelled, "Mommy, Sutton needs his Grandma!" Chad and I laughed at the funny request. I went to get "grandma" and I was walking thru the bathroom to Co's room, I heard Sutton say, "Its okay Bear Cat, my mommy is getting your grandma." Be still my heart!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Sutton told Nana last week that he was going to get his Grandma. He came back a few minutes later and told Nana, "I can't reach my Grandma. Go get HIM for me." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So..... Grandma is a HE. Even funnier!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am hoping Grandma stays around for a few years:)</span><br />
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kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-57177805252390210952014-01-07T21:21:00.001-06:002014-01-07T21:21:01.686-06:00New Year, New Me?I am disappointed in my fitness level for 2013. I was the least physically active I have EVER been. <div>I blame it on a busy work schedule, little sleep, and two, time-consuming toddler boys. I resolved to get myself in shape this year. So I started Crossfit. </div><div>I did my first class tonight and let's say, I'm terrified of the intensity of Crossfit.</div><div>I'm so out of shape that I'm sure I'll be in excruciating pain and unable to walk for days! And I am sure I'll faint and throw up sometime in the next month of classes. I'm promising to give it a month to see if it's for me or not. </div><div>I took my measurements tonight to see where I am. </div><div>C- 34</div><div>W- 26.5</div><div>H- 36</div><div>Wt- 117</div><div>I'm not necessarily expecting to loose inches or weight...I'm not sure what to expect. I just wanted to see how my body changes in 4 weeks.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOmaGh1bdCEW2oc-7wbBGAiPv-IJtMUw9JwlTSUhj6kz8KUQmsvuiikCu82f1SpGuuQDkO48kGArkB8iUYy4-7rnLNe1rhz4ZJX1bWhIORO-VEHo_EJeLyHtOSf5l68zLWMeWN7upLh_S/s640/blogger-image--1108573554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOmaGh1bdCEW2oc-7wbBGAiPv-IJtMUw9JwlTSUhj6kz8KUQmsvuiikCu82f1SpGuuQDkO48kGArkB8iUYy4-7rnLNe1rhz4ZJX1bWhIORO-VEHo_EJeLyHtOSf5l68zLWMeWN7upLh_S/s640/blogger-image--1108573554.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'd love to have someone join me twice a week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyone interested?....</div><br></div><div><br></div>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-71528359488123552252013-12-24T21:47:00.001-06:002013-12-24T21:47:43.194-06:00Beginning Christmas Eve TraditionsWith our boys being 2 and 3 this year it's a great time to start holiday traditions. So today on Christmas Eve, we made Gingerbread Playdoh with my mom, then baked mint chocolate chip cookies for Santa! After dinner the boys put reindeer food on the lawn, then got to open their Christmas Eve present which had Christmas pjs, popcorn, and The Incredibles. <div>Poor Cohen woke up with a fever today and has been very puny and pitiful so he didn't feel up to participating. He opened the present, then put himself to bed:( I'm hoping he's better tomorrow. </div><div>Tomorrow we are going to the Cochranes for brunch at 10, then my family is coming over at 4. This will be the 5th time we've entertained since moving in the second week of September. We love our home and I love having people over:)</div><div>I'm feeling beyond blessed to have such wonderful family and friends to share this most special time of year with!</div><div><br></div>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-11067105518088606022013-09-24T06:46:00.001-05:002013-09-24T06:46:47.874-05:00A new blog addition?Since I've been a momma I've become extremely hooked on crafting, painting, sewing, and such.<div>More days than not, I craft during my boys nap time. </div><div>My MIL suggested I blog about my daily "nap crafts." </div><div>So, starting soon, (when I have time. Ha) I'll be posting pictures and instructions on my craft of the day. </div><div><br></div>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-52455976596337933802013-09-22T03:58:00.001-05:002013-09-22T03:58:33.093-05:00Those Sweet BoysMy how busy life has been! We moved into our beautiful home one week ago after a 14 month debacle with construction. We absolutely love it...even more than we thought we would. We have a family of deer that graze in our backyard almost daily. Chad takes the boys on a hunt for deer tracks and deer poo most nights while I prepare dinner. They love it! We see so many stars in the sky, hear the fountain in the neighbor's pond, and crickets chirping loudly...all in the middle of Brentwood! It is truly a blessing!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LJVK5qoEewNcagG0KhCQ5fZI2320iOXOk2kzkj-r3Dd9ueIW_lP2RoYUjTkOhgpR9r0NXskjQQrSuH9QIKMGGFEBPI1UwRcynRoNedkVeJMJ4jJ1MG2EAeZXHMchWcaayss3XBO-W4Wu/s640/blogger-image--1892274473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LJVK5qoEewNcagG0KhCQ5fZI2320iOXOk2kzkj-r3Dd9ueIW_lP2RoYUjTkOhgpR9r0NXskjQQrSuH9QIKMGGFEBPI1UwRcynRoNedkVeJMJ4jJ1MG2EAeZXHMchWcaayss3XBO-W4Wu/s640/blogger-image--1892274473.jpg"></a></div><br><div>Our little guys are so full of energy and are constant entertainment. Cohen is in a big boy bed for the first time. Sutton asks to sleep with "CoCo" all the time. Yes, he still calls him that. He never says Cohen. I adore it! They were in the same bed two nights ago, giggling, and looking up at the ceiling where there Dreamlite was casting stars and shapes. They are such good buddies!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqo59L9sQs5FVu31U9xlBZKYmJllzM8mQQuKEzeWSEH5U837B7MYDBLJbEZASLPha7K7L5nOBAH-KybSWImZTW2HaN0vwvLvbTBvECtkmyao8vLK0SLa3tYYf5w8UfDlyUx78sFF2ZOsa6/s640/blogger-image--2143244138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqo59L9sQs5FVu31U9xlBZKYmJllzM8mQQuKEzeWSEH5U837B7MYDBLJbEZASLPha7K7L5nOBAH-KybSWImZTW2HaN0vwvLvbTBvECtkmyao8vLK0SLa3tYYf5w8UfDlyUx78sFF2ZOsa6/s640/blogger-image--2143244138.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But, they also fight like brothers do. That little Sutton is impossible to discipline. Cohen has always been very eager to please, and very sensitive. An ugly look towards him, makes him upset. Not my Henner! That little one hits Cohen just for the heck of it. We use the spanking spoon and he just smiles. Time out doesn't work either. So most times, he gets put in his crib as punishment. Except now he's climbing out. So, we have to develop a new plan of attack;)</div><div><br></div><div>The boys are both still swimming. Cohen swam all summer like a fish. They both graduated from ISR last May and have not used any type of flotation device since. Cohen is truly an impressive little swimmer! I'm so proud to go to the pool and see my child swimming better than most 5 year olds! He is now doing Swim America. </div><div>Sutton is swimming with Kennette who taught him ISR every Tuesday. He's such a great little swimmer too! If its up to me, swimming will be their sport over soccer or baseball. But, I don't get to decide that for much longer:( </div><div>Sutton talks as well as Cohen. We have 100% conversations with him. I've been told often how smart he is. </div><div>He still loves his Mommy the most, and demands a kiss for every boo-boo.</div><div>He says, "want to!" Which actually means, "I don't want to!" He'll be 2 in two weeks! Unbelievable. </div><div>Cohen is such a sweet brother. When Sutton gets hurt...he fell down our wood stairs twice the day we moved in..Cohen cries too! He also hugs Sutton goodnight and tells him he loves him. Sutton also randomly tells us he loves us! 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That makes this momma SO happy:) </div><div>And thank you, God, for entrusting these perfect children to us!!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-72989775117148401402013-05-22T01:05:00.000-05:002013-05-22T01:05:45.552-05:00It's been a whileLife has been so full and busy lately.....hence the reason for so long between posts!<br />
Sutton and Cohen are happy, busy, healthy boys full of life and loads of energy!! They have been busy with swim lessons since the first week of April. We go every day Monday thru Friday for 20 minutes each day. This means that I've worked nights, slept from 8-12, picked them up from Lilys house, then drove them to Coolsprings for swim. The boys have loved every minute of it. But this Momma is completely exhausted!!<br />
Sutton is 20 months old and such a total joy to parent. I don't know what it is that makes it so fun with him...he's funny, very easy-going, sleeps like a lion, loves his Mommy, Daddy, thumb, and "bearcat." In that order. His "bearcat" is a stuffed bear and a stuffed cat. Yet he has to have them both so he calls them "bearcat."<br />
He sucks his thumb so much he now has a callus and 2 blisters on that thumb. He hasn't been sick once and I'm fully convinced its because that thumb touches everything then goes straight to his mouth. He's got stellar immunity! He talks in 3 word sentences regularly. He always calls his brother "Coco" and has recently started saying, "Coco mean!" When Cohen upsets him. He does everything Cohen does.<br />
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Cohen is such a mix of emotions. He is so sweet and walks up to me, hugs me, and tells me he loves me daily. He helps me with laundry, and dishes, and trash, and feeds the cat for me. He's a very eager helper....but then 2 minutes later he is crying, kicking, and screaming because I didn't let him close the dryer door. I can't help but laugh at the crazy emotions of him. He gets icky or the spanking spoon at least once a day most days. His main crimes are hitting his brother and talking ugly to me or Chad.<br />
I went to get the spanking spoon yesterday and he said, "spanking spoons are for cooking and eating! Not spanking!" Tis true, dear son... I couldn't spank him...only laugh:)<br />
For about 3 months now we have taken a nap together every weekday afternoon on the couch before I go to work. Each day, he request that I tell him Goldilocks then sing Jesus Loves the Monster Trucks. So every day, I tell him Goldilocks (he tells me what food the bears and Goldilocks eat. His favorites are oatmeal, pancakes, and pizza.) then I sing our made-up monster truck song.<br />
These boys are so much fun! Chad and I stay busy, but our cups runneth over!kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-20801885866586482162013-03-01T14:38:00.001-06:002013-03-01T14:38:21.853-06:00Crazy Child of Mine<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took the boys to the church down the street (where we also attend often) to play on their playground. It is fenced in and we were the only ones there. It was so much fun. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">But....as soon as we got there Cohen went down one of the slides right into a puddle. I didn't see this happen, but he comes waddling over to me saying his pants are wet. Sure enough, they were saturated from top to bottom in the back. I told him he would have to keep them on, take them off and play with no pants, or we would have to go home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">He chose to take them off...it was 60-something degrees Monday. He played for almost an hour with no pants.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Crazy boy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Bennett's mommy threw a great party for him. She invited Mrs. Sara who does music for children at local places and parties. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">It was very cute and interactive. The kids all <em>loved</em> it! It was the <em>best</em> first birthday party I have ever attended, hands down. It was all about the kids.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sutton had a great time playing the instruments, dancing, and singing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you, Mrs. Scarlett for such an awesome party.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am not sure what that big truck is doing, but it sure looks cool.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">The foundation is done, the framing wood has been delivered, and the framing should start at the end of next week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Yay!!</span>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-80682692275779374492013-02-12T20:33:00.000-06:002013-02-12T20:33:08.644-06:00Sutton Henry<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That sweet baby boy of ours is such a delight!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">He is 16 months old now and learning more and more every day. He is always happy. He loves his brother and now calls him "Coooo" or "brub-be." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He also loves his "tat" or cat, and his "ber" bear. Each morning when we go into his room to get him out of bed, he says, "tat...ber" and grabs both the cat and the bear. He wants to hold them while he gets his diaper changed, then he will take them into the kitchen for breakfast. Once he sees his breakfast he tosses the cat and bear on the floor and says, "eeeeat."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">He loves to eat. He will literally eat anything we give him........except pizza. Crazy, I know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sutton is not a cuddler. Never has been. It really makes this mommy sad. Cohen has always been a cuddler. He still says, "ooot" when he wants to be held. He has been saying this made-up word every since he was 11 months. But not Sutton. He will come sit in my lap long enough to take a thumb-sucking break, or for me to read him a book, then he's off to play.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">He will read books for a hour if you will let him. His favorite book now is Cohen's book Everybody Poops. I think it's so funny that Sutton likes this book. Maybe he will potty train early? Doubt it:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He loves his Mommy. And I mean, <em>loves</em>! He wakes up saying, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" and always wants me to hold him.....but not in a "lay his head on my shoulder and cuddle" kind of way. Just on my hip, or in my lap.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His right thumb is still his best friend. And he loves doing whatever Cohen does. However, he is getting pretty rowdy lately. He walked up and slapped Cohen on the cheek when he was on the potty last week. I slapped Sutton's hand and said a stern, "no!" Sutton looked at me and said, "uh-oh" and walked away. </span><br />
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kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-40982733931191463062013-02-12T19:54:00.000-06:002013-02-12T19:54:43.482-06:00Are you observing?<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have prayerfully decided that I am going to "participate" in sacrificing some things for Lent.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have never observed Lent. I am a bit ashamed of this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>A little background on me...</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>I grew up knowing Christ and His ultimate sacrifice from my mother. Even though we never attended church more than 5-10 times per year, I knew all the Bible stories and said my prayers every night. My grandparents are Catholic and I attended mass with them many times, and I also went to Baptist church with my parents. However, I did not read the Bible or attend church regularly until I met Chad when I was 18. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Pretty quickly in our relationship he told me that if we wanted to continue dating, I must attend church with him every Sunday. I will admit, at first I went to church with him because I simply wanted to spend every moment with him. After several months, I realized I liked being part of a church family. I found myself becoming more conscious of my words and actions and striving to be more Christ-like. Chad and I committed to reading the entire new testament the second year we were dating. Every night, I would call him from my dorm room and we would take turns reading 1-2 chapters of the Bible each night. I thank Chad for helping me grow into the Christian that I am. </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>We are fortunate to have found 2 churches that are perfect for our family. Harpeth Hills church is where we spend our Sunday mornings and Sunday evenings with our wonderful life group. And Granny White is our Wednesday night church. If you are looking for a place to call home, both of these are wonderful church families.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Back to lent....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The purpose is to set aside time for reflection on </span><a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/newtestamentpeople/p/jesuschrist.htm"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus Christ</span></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - his suffering and his sacrifice, his life, death, burial and resurrection. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I am observing lent this year for these reasons. Jesus Christ gave up so much for me. I should be able to give up some things for Him, in honor of Him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I choose to give up two things that will be <em>extremely</em> difficult for me. Yet are nothing compared to His sacrifice........</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sugar </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Non-essential purchases.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My plan is to pray or read scripture when I feel the urge to eat a cookie or buy a lip gloss, clothes for my boys, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">What will you give up in observance of lent?</span><br />
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kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-17382721127747357602013-02-08T15:08:00.001-06:002013-02-08T15:08:43.155-06:00Back to my "home."<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As you may or may not know, I left my job in labor and delivery in July 2012 for an opportunity to work with a great company as a clinical specialist. My job is to travel to various hospitals across the country and in-service the operating room staff and physicians on the use of our products. I knew this job would require me to travel 2-3 days a week with those days being over-night trips. I have been working with great people, staying in really nice hotels, flying somewhere almost every week, and eating at fancy restuarants....all for free. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Oh, and I also have a company car, iphone, and laptop. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Not a bad gig......unless you have children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I miss my boys and Chad like crazy. I am alone a lot, which I enjoy, but, geez do I miss my family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Around Thanksgiving I decided I wanted to go back to labor and delivery full time. I truly love being an L and D nurse. It gets in your blood, like an addiction. I love the adrenaline rush of the emergencies that happen on occasion. If you are unlucky enough to have an abruption, cord prolapse, or any other obstetrical emergency...I'm the nurse for you:) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I spent a lot of time convincing Chad that I was sure that I wanted to leave my current job and go back to being a floor nurse. Chad was doing totally fine with me working out of town. He said it wasn't any different than me working night shifts at the hospital because he didn't see me either way. But, as a momma who prides myself on being as "present" as I can be in my children's lives, I could not travel around the country and miss my boys lives. Every time I came home after being gone for 4 days, my boys were doing new things. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thankfully, my very great friend is also the manager of L&D. She knew how unhappy I was traveling, and let me know when there was an open position for me to apply. After a few interviews, I was able to get a great job where I have spent almost 7 years doing just what I love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am officially finished with the traveling job next week! It is bittersweet. The job is an awesome job for a nurse with no children. So if you are an RN looking for a great gig....give me a shout. I know people:)</span><br />
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Have a wonderful, blessed weekend!<br />
<br />kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-64488164993986720262013-02-01T13:09:00.001-06:002013-02-01T13:09:50.419-06:00Starting at Last!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Our house is FINALLY starting! We first signed papers and put our initial deposit down on July 4 to build our home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">After issues with the lot and whether there was a "spring," "storm drain," or "sinkhole" in the middle of the lot we finally got that settled in November and were given the go to start construction.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Permits were slow to obtain, and weather wasn't (and still isn't) on our side so the grating of the lot just happened <em>last week</em>!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">This has been a long, very frustrating process, but I finally feel like we will actually have a new home in the next 6 months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">A little back story...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">My dad and my brother are both contractors. In a perfect world I would have them build our home. My dad built every house we ever lived in, plus many more homes through the years. He does an amazing job and is very talented. We always thought we would buy a lot and have my dad build us our dream home. Well, considering Chad refuses to live "south of Concord Road" and would live in Green Hills in a perfect world...our options to buy land were extremely limited. There are virtually NO lots in Green Hills, and very few in Brentwood that allow you to bring your own builder. So we decided to build in Fountainbrook in Brentwood and use their builder. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">It makes me extremely nervous to put my trust and money in a builder's hands. Especially when I have heard mixed reviews on this company. However, we know that we are getting a great home for the money, will be in a great neighborhood with some of our very best friends, and a great school system for our kids.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">We went and picked out our light fixtures on Saturday and I was extremely surprised at Chad's choices. Here are pictures of lights that look like our choices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I decided that I will put only things that I love into this house. I will not concern myself with whether or not things "match" but I will be sure that this house is totally "me" and fits our family's lifestyle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">That's why we will have distressed wood floors. With two boys, and hopefully more children in the future the floors will take a severe beating..so why not have floors that only look better with more scratches and dents? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">One of the most exciting things about our new home is we have 2 of our very best friends in our neighborhood. The Schimmels and the Loftons. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I will keep the blog updated with our progress of our home!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Fabulous weekend to all!</span><br />
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kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-12106282946461290142013-01-09T16:13:00.000-06:002013-01-09T16:13:02.698-06:00Things to Teach my Boys<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have read several lists of "things to teach/tell my boys/girls" and I decided I wanted to write my own. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><u>Things to Teach my Boys:</u></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>1) Love with your whole heart.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>2) Pray daily</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>3) Give hugs and smiles freely</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>4) Read books besides the ones you are made to read in school.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>5) Forgive others as you wish to be forgiven.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>6) Live like David in the Bible..A man after God's own heart.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>7) Play sports. But don't get caught up on winning. Enjoy the camaraderie of being part of a team.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>8) Get closer to nature. Walk through the woods, hunt, fish. Enjoy God's creation.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>9) Always remain close to your family. Your Mom, Dad, siblings, and grandparents will always be on your team in the game of life.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>10) Get dirty. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>11) Jump in puddles and play in the rain.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>12) Read your Bible</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>13) Own a pet. It's a great way to learn responsibility and practice for becoming a parent one day.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>14) Don't be arrogant. It is very unbecoming</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>15) Be grateful. You have more than most.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>16) Treat women with respect. Open doors for them, compliment them, and don't discuss bodily functions, burp, or fart in front of them.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>17) Eat healthy. Fast food is killing Americans.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>18) Be active.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>19) Work hard at what you love. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>20) Go to college and live on campus. A degree is the least of what you gain from going to college. You will learn about yourself and make life-long friends.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>21) Drive the speed limit. Too many boys think they are invincible.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>22) Don't be late. It is disrespectful.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>23) Do what you say you will do, when you say you will do it. It's called integrity.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>24) High School is hard. And it is NOT close to "the best time of your life." Just stay out of trouble during those years.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>25) Stand up for what is right. Don't allow kids to be bullies. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>26) Be a leader. Everyone else will follow your example.</em></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">and the one my Momma always told me...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"<em>Everything will come out in the wash."</em></span><em> </em><br />
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*****<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thank my Momma for teaching me so many of these things. She showed me how to love others by always volunteering her time and money to help those in need. She allowed me to color my hair blue when I was 13, pierce my nose and the cartilage of my ear when I was 12, and to do every sport that was offered in Fairview, TN..except soccer. I wasn't any good at soccer. I always walked to my own beat because my Momma encouraged me to.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I love you, Momma!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Kelly</span>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-45024572779004258142013-01-03T08:48:00.000-06:002013-01-03T08:48:45.640-06:00Christmas 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Well, that's a bit of a lie. Cohen is prone to tantrums daily before 10am. He is NOT a morning person. He morphs into this demon child for a bit. I am NOT enjoying those moments.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If he has an accident in his pants he says, "I so sad. I sorry, Mommy!" It is so sweet. He also shows everyone that he is wearing "big boy pants" and often times doesn't want to wear pants because he is so proud of his underware. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At night he has been asking to watch a movie. There is a VCR in our "house" at Nana and Pop's. My mom gave us some VHS tapes from when my niece Ariel was little. We have Shrek, Toy Story, Bambi, The Jungle Book, and The Tigger Movie. Cohen loves all of them. He lays on the couch with his "Puppy Dog" and paci and watches a movie until we put him to sleep in his bed. He always asks if Chad or I will "watch a movie and take a nap with me?" It is so sweet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been taking drives to look at Christmas lights. He says, "they're so bootiful" "I like them. You like them, Mommy?" "there everywhere." Seeing the holiday season through a kid's eyes is so magical.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He loves his brother and Sutton loves him so much too. I have said before that I like to "take a nap" with Cohen and put him in our bed for a bit. Well, Cohen now asks to go to his bed to "see Sutton" or "sleep with my best brother" when he is in bed with me. It is so sweet!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tell Cohen I "love him to the moon." and he says it back. Then he says, "I said it first. I beat you!" Such a smart, witty kid! He also says, "I strong, I smart, I handsome." He got this from me because I tell him those things daily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sutton is still the happiest baby! He has the best smile with those big dimples. He toddles around and does what Cohen does. He also says "more" and "please" in sign-language. However, he says several words these days too. He says, "milk" "bottle" "more" "cracker" "Mama" "Dada" "Poppa" "Nana" "Mimi" and pretty much any other 1-2 syllable word that you ask him to say. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is SUCH a joy to have these boys so close in age. I wish I could keep them at 1 and 2 years old forever! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sutton's newest thing is when he hurts himself, no matter if he falls, or what...he brings his right pointer finger to you for you to kiss it. He then smiles, and is off to play again. I love this!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He is such a tough boy. He takes hard falls and when we look to see if he is going to cry, he just gets up, brings you his finger to kiss, then he's off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God is so gracious to give us these sweet, smart boys to parent. We are so thankful we were picked to raise these boys. I pray nightly that we raise boys that love the Lord and desire to please Him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Blessings!</span>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-43100286787202799212013-01-03T08:34:00.004-06:002013-01-03T08:34:41.315-06:00Oh, What a woman!<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chad's most wonderful grandmother Maxine passed away on Friday, December 21. She was the most amazing Christian woman I have ever met. She was 89 when she passed onto glory. She was still able to walk and drive until the end. She also maintained her mind which was full of humor and wit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">When she heard that Chad's brother Kyle and his wife Mollie were expecting a baby again, she said, "I hope the Lord lets me live long enough to hold that baby." The Lord honors those who are faithful to him, and Gigi got her wish.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Monday she went into the hospital with shortness of breath. She was not improving and the docs told the family that she wouldn't make it much longer. Wednesday she wasn't doing well, but then she learned that Mollie was in labor. She got a bit better. She ate some food, drank some water, and was talking more. The baby was born Wednesday night and she saw a picture of him and smiled. Thursday I was able to take our boys to go see her. She told them she loved them "to the moon." Friday, Kyle and Mollie were discharged from the hospital and went across the street to Baptist to see her. She held the new baby Hudson and they got a picture of her holding him. After they left, she took off her oxygen and said "I want to go home." She died surrounded by 20+ family members 2 hours later. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">People that didn't know her truly missed out on knowing the best woman around. She was the epitome of a Christian woman. She served her community and her church daily. She traveled the world visiting churches and missionaries. She helped found African Christian Schools with her late husband. She started a Monday Meals program where she delivered 40+ meals to shut-ins. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">In the Bible it says there are different houses in heaven. I know that when I get to heaven, I will look for the area with the biggest mansions and that's where I will find our Gigi!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh, how our hearts miss Gigi and yearn for her sweetness and love. Yet we are only separated from her for a short while.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-30702661894658787362012-10-22T21:57:00.001-05:002012-10-22T22:06:08.176-05:00How I "Said Yes to the Dress"<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After watching a few episodes of Say Yes to the Dress, it got me reminiscing on my own experience as a bride. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Chad and I got engaged after 5 years of on-and-off dating on December 24, 2005. I had just graduated from college a couple of weeks before. He had graduated in December 2003.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This is the beautiful ring he gave me. He picked it out on his own and I was totally shocked and impressed.....and <em>in love</em>.</span><br />
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I <span style="font-family: Georgia;">went out and bought a bridal magazine the next day, Christmas, and began planning my wedding. I wouldn't consider myself a girly-girl, but I do wear heels often, and fix my hair most days. But, I had really never thought about my wedding. What I would wear, where it would be, nor any other details of my "big day." Chad and I quickly decided we would get married in August, because that's when his apartment lease ran out :) Naturally.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am very anal about a lot of things in my life. Even before I had children, I have always been extremely organized and extremely clean</span>. <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I even surprised myself at how little time I actually put into planning my one and only wedding. I think the main reason why I didn't put much time or energy into planning it was because I knew my parents were not able to help out much financially, and I certainly did not have any money for a wedding as a new college grad with an almost-equally-as-poor fiance'. And I knew that as long as I had fabulous pictures, that's all I really needed. I wanted my wedding to be about Chad and I, and our simple (well, Chad's simple) personalities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I saw a dress in the first wedding magazine that I bought. I didn't know where I could get it, but I knew I was going to have it. I knew simply from looking at an ad in a magazine that <em>that</em> was <em>the dress! </em>Crazy, huh?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So I got on the phone on December 26 and began calling bridal shops to locate this dress. I found it at The Bride Room in Coolsprings (where it was at the time). I went with my best friend Meghan to try it on and was reaffirmed in my decision to "Say Yes to the Dress!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I had a friend who ordered her gown from a lady in NYC who specialized in making custom wedding gowns. A few emails and a week later, this lady agreed to make an exact replica of my dream wedding gown for a little more than half the price. I sent her my measurements, and 3 months later she sent me a muslin of my wedding dress. It was a total disaster!! It was way off in the style and fit. I even tried it on for Chad because I knew it looked <em>nothing</em> like it should. I called the dress maker in a panic and told her how awful it was. She gave me strict instructions on how to take pictures of myself in the gown and email them to her. I went to my friend Jodi's house and had her take pictures and we got them emailed back to the dress maker within 2 days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I remained in contact with the dress maker for the next few months. I really don't recall being very nervous about this whole dress fiasco. I remember telling a friend, "Well, I could always just go buy a cheap dress of a rack somewhere." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I picked my photographer as soon as I picked the venue. We got married at Riverwood Mansion. It is such a beautiful, historic home and I wanted a photographer who was very comfortable shooting at that location. We used <a href="http://www.paulwharton.com/" target="_blank">Wharton Photography</a> for our wedding. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I finally received my wedding dress 5 weeks before my wedding. I tried it on, and it fit <em>perfectly</em>! I couldn't believe it. I was pretty doubtful that I would be pleased with it considering how awful the muslin dress fit. But it couldn't have been more perfect. This dress maker was some kinda wonderful!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The front was a very subtle sweetheart neckline with a small amount of ruching at the waist. Very elegant and beautiful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And Paul Wharton did an absolute, amazing job on my bridal portraits and our wedding pictures. For several years my bridal portrait hung inside War Memorial in Nashville and was on their ink pens and in their advertising fliers. That builds your confidence!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My wedding pictures are in storage or I would have uploaded some here. I may borrow my mother-in-laws pics and add them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Our wedding went off without a hitch. I cried so much I could barely see at times. Chad cried a bit too. But don't tell him I told you;) It was perfect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Our honeymoon, however, was a total disaster. That'll be my next blog topic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">How did you "Say Yes to the Dress"?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kelly</span>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-52570076141240307612012-10-16T19:20:00.001-05:002012-10-16T19:20:17.372-05:00Savoring these days..<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I've said before....I try to savor <em>each, single moment</em> with my family of four. I hope everyone else does the same. Because, after all, this day will never come again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I study my boys faces, their little hands and feet, and try to record their little voices and laughs in my mind as if I am studying for the nursing boards.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I aim to be completely present. Even when I would rather not be..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I do not want to look back with regret on these formative years of raising God's children and feel guilt over working too much, yelling too much, cleaning too much, being engaged in my phone, computer, etc. too much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I decided when I was a new mom, that I would let go of my obsession of having a spotless house. I don't want my children to hear me constantly nagging them about keeping the house clean. I want them to play with abandon. Then clean up at the end of the day:)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I <strike>always</strike> get down on their level, literally, when disciplining them. I don't want to discipline by physical intimidation. But rather with redirection and consequences.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I aim to praise them to the point of looking nuts! I love the look on Cohen's face when I act like a total goofball, and dance, and jump up and down over his accomplishments.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I carry both of them at the same time at least once a day (when I am home). I won't be able to do this forever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I get Cohen out of bed in the middle of the night sometimes and I put him in bed with me to cuddle. Sutton's almost big enough for this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">-I have recently started rocking and reading to each of my boys separately. I want to <em>know </em>both of them, I want them to each know that I am madly in love with them, that I have alone time for each of them. That each of them have their <em>very own</em>, special place in their Mommy's heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh how much I love that time. Cohen and I sing songs and rock after we read the book he picks out. Cohen loves to sing. Right now his favorites are "Jesus Loves Me," "The Rainbow Song" (it's really two songs..Blue Skies and Rainbows, and Somewhere Over the Rainbow), the Barney song, Lord's Army, and Happy Birthday.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">He is such a tender-hearted soul. He gives hugs and kisses freely. When he hits, pushes, or steals a toy from Sutton, he tells on himself. When he gets in trouble and cries, he says, "uh-oh Mommy!" and points to his tears. I kiss them off his little face, then he smiles and goes off to play again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I often times struggle with Mommy Guilt over working so much and not being as present as I would like to be. I see mommies and their little toddlers and babies in the airport and, often times, I fight back tears because I am longing to be with my boys. When I get too overwhelmed with guilt and missing my boys, I just pray.. <em>alot.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I pray that I am being the best I can be, and that I am right where God means for me to be.</span><br />
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kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592806014661804399.post-92031179748057432792012-10-16T18:41:00.004-05:002012-10-16T18:41:49.523-05:00Sutton is ONE!!<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, Dear Sutton. Happy Birthday to you!"</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">That song has been sung around our house for several weeks now. Cohen <em>loves</em> singing and we've been talking about Sutton's upcoming birthday for awhile. We had such a great time at his big birthday bash! </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I wanted to do something different for his party for a couple of reasons..</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">1) we have no extra space at our "house" right now.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">2) Thank goodness our children want for nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So we asked that guests bring school supplies and/or giftcards for supplies to give to a certain local elementary school that is very poor and has limited resources. Miss Jan, our family friend teaches there and has opened our eyes to the children's huge need. Miss Jan told her principle about our party and they were so excited!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We received two clothes baskets full of supplies, money, and giftcards for the school!! </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Hopefully everyones' generosity was able to make a dent in the needs of the school.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I decided on the Very Hungry Caterpillar theme for the party. I love to throw parties and cannot wait to have our own home again to entertain guests. Nana, Aunt Lora, Chad and I spent a lot of time cleaning Friday night. Chad helped me hang balloons, the latern caterpillar and the happy birthday sign, while Nana and Aunt Lora prepared the food.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I made the decorations, shirt, and party hat, and put together the party favors the day before the party. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I ordered the "caterpillar body" cupcakes from Cupcake Collection in strawberry, carrot cake, wedding cake, and sweet potato flavors. The were delicious. And their cupcakes are only $1.50 each. Can't beat that price!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The party turned out just as great as i envisioned! I have my awesome, photographer, sister in law who took great pictures of the fun.... all while being 6.5 months pregnant.....with another boy:)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We sang Happy Birthday and Sutton had 1 candle in his little smash cake. Towards the end of the song, Cohen blew Sutton's candle out:) He couldn't wait! So cute.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sutton was not scared of his cake at all. He instantly just pushed his hand into it, grabbed a bite, then another, and another, until he ate over 1/2 of the cake! He would have ate more if I didn't pull him out of the chair away from it and straight to the bathtub for a quick scrub.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The next day was my nephew Cale's 3rd birthday party, then it was our cousin Megan's birthday, then it was Nana's birthday, then it was our cousin Braden's birthday. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So five birthdays in 6 days for the Cochrane family! This led Cohen to ask, "When's Cohen's birthday?" Little guy was feeling so confused and left out on the birthday celebrations. So, now he can tell you his birthday is in February.....only what he says barely sounds like "February."</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kissin' on my boys,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: blue;">Kelly</span></span>kcochranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121530966202419389noreply@blogger.com0