tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49247973600253690192024-02-07T03:58:14.403-06:00Life with Girls...Adorable Photo By: Rebecca Brethauer Photography www.RebeccaBPhotography.comStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-76280737170883409962013-01-10T17:56:00.001-06:002013-01-10T17:56:58.743-06:001.10.13<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tnUEN6KScvxAXnkX5LPvU6XcucvpJhyphenhyphenieppikR2pdCIsWcbCGkVljy7bsBcQ3LNj9F4DIYnou9rnfHrxyprDZi3S2ZB-CMQDVZfpLz9pxTl89AtLHoaL-mi3y9YDM5h14SfYqL4w43II/s1600/20130110_175501-718743.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tnUEN6KScvxAXnkX5LPvU6XcucvpJhyphenhyphenieppikR2pdCIsWcbCGkVljy7bsBcQ3LNj9F4DIYnou9rnfHrxyprDZi3S2ZB-CMQDVZfpLz9pxTl89AtLHoaL-mi3y9YDM5h14SfYqL4w43II/s320/20130110_175501-718743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5831973825786423890" /></a></p><p>Really? Thanks for leaving me this ladies...</p> Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05736122829541022086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-7111809041090937132013-01-01T19:11:00.001-06:002013-01-01T19:11:55.131-06:002013<p>Wishing you all a year of health and happiness. May you be ever changing and ever improving. Im skipping the resolutions for a wish list. </p> <p>To be present, truly present. <br> To keep on instilling the love of books in these Lil ladies. <br> To learn to love the gym<br> To say something kind more often<br> To love on my dude more<br> To do more and think less</p> Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05736122829541022086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-55493445573373504392012-02-10T06:29:00.004-06:002012-02-10T06:57:54.826-06:00The A word, our private struggleWe have been quietly fighting a battle in our home.<br /><br />keeping it to ourselves.<br /><br />Struggling thru.<br /><br />Not because we are ashamed, but we were hoping for real answers before people shared their opinions<br /><br />Just Waiting to see daylight. <br /><br />But it seems now daylight, any kind of real answers are still months and months away.<br /><br />Our sweet Kier has some noticeable delays. We went into this questioning her speech development. Those questions lead us tomore tests and then to people throwing around the A word. Autism. and that word lead us to BIG centers with people who said no, and to another who said well yes, maybe and its been an endless circle of yes and no and specialists. Each one leaving us with more questions and no answers. All we know right now is we dont know.<br /><br />As a mother I want to scream. Waiting lists. Hoop jumping. Answering the same questions over and over and over. Frustrated doesnt even begin to describe it. I keep hoping the next appointment will be with someone who has a real answer, and if not an answer. A plan. An idea. Anything to help us help her navigate this world better. I want answers. I wanted them yesterday. But this is definetly going to be a game of endurance. Thankfully I am well prepared. When i look in that sweet perfect face, I know there is no end to the fight in me.<br /><br />As I fight for my child, I have to battle the reality that she is not "normal", the idea that i did something wrong, the guilt. its not been easy. There are tears that I cannot explain, and anger and more questions. What could i do differently, what should I have done differently. why why why. But I know why...I was given this life because I am strong enough to live it. Alot of faith has been placed in me. 4 daughters. as if that challenge was not enough, now this. Alright then. Game on.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-46666761679035111392012-01-15T18:05:00.003-06:002012-01-15T18:09:37.000-06:00Happy 4th Birthday DeeGee!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ICAZxGFpwEg/TxNqmBsMvhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GJoMKUo0OlA/s1600/099.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698015155075202578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ICAZxGFpwEg/TxNqmBsMvhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GJoMKUo0OlA/s320/099.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>You have taken on this life pedal to the metal since conception. We are still trying to catch up. We love you Reegan Riley Riann AND the sweet lil lady you have grown into. Someday soon lil Miss you are going to rule the world.</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-52674076743846042332011-11-23T13:11:00.002-06:002011-11-23T13:16:06.424-06:00Day 23My Mommy.<br /><br />She is crazy and unconventional. But I wouldnt be me if she wasnt her.<br /><br />She loves me, and she knows me. She knows me so well, that she checks to see what my color theme is for Christmas so she can get matching wrapping paper because she knows I CANNOT stand for things not to match. LOVE her for that.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-77920220360423929982011-11-22T13:04:00.000-06:002011-11-23T13:11:41.237-06:00Days 21 & 2221- Quiet time with my hubby<br /><br />22- can I be thankful for bed time again.... because I am.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-4119663967941288092011-11-20T12:53:00.000-06:002011-11-23T13:04:25.634-06:00Day 20Marriage. My Marriage more specifically.<br /><br />7 years ago I became Mrs. Fultz. We thought we were so grown...and looking back I can see we were just silly kids who were crazy crazy in love. We came into this union with very few examples of what a marriage should be. So even though we were stumbling blindly through it, making it up as we go along, I think we have been doing a pretty good job. We are more crazy in love. We are still best friends. It is still us against the world, only now us has grown from 2 to 6. I would still choose him, even on his worst day over any other man in this world. I am so thankful for the life we have built...the journey it has taken us on. ..and for where the future will take us.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-64904977064664028982011-11-19T12:49:00.000-06:002011-11-23T13:04:55.075-06:00Days 17, 18, 1917- Books, for being my friend thru this crazy journey.<br /><br />18- Bedtime...oh bedtime, Today I am so thankful you came today BEFORE I totally lost my mind<br /><br />and<br /><br />19- Music, when I cant put how I am feeling in words...there is always a song that hits it on the head. or takes me to a happy place, or reminds me of things I have forgotten.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-4684954177254103112011-11-16T09:34:00.003-06:002011-11-16T09:47:52.147-06:00Days 10.11.12.13.14.15.& 1610, Cailin for her strong will and sense of self<br /><br />11, Reegan and her bright and sunny self<br /><br />12, Kieryn and her warm and compassionate heart<br /><br />13, Adysen for her big smile and bigger personality<br /><br />14, cuddly dinner and movie nights with my girlies<br /><br />15, thoughtful unexpected gifts<br /><br />16, books, books, books,Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-22905705361524568562011-11-09T08:27:00.003-06:002011-11-09T08:30:39.109-06:00Day7, 8, 9Day 7<br /><br />Quiet productive mornings....<br /><br />Day 8<br /><br />Friends you can count on no matter what. I have been lucky to collect a handful throughout my life's journey.<br /><br />Day 9<br /><br />The CHALLENGES of motherhood. Big or small. They keep me growing and humbleStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-25545930610247245992011-11-06T17:45:00.004-06:002011-11-06T17:46:59.234-06:00Day 6Football Sundays<br /><br />a chance to unwind and enjoy some family timeStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-48308559307043496002011-11-06T17:45:00.002-06:002011-11-06T17:45:49.386-06:00Day 5RETAIL THERAPY!!!!!<br /><br />you get me thru some pretty rough days and keep us looking cute!!!!!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-85399267582287904102011-11-04T12:32:00.002-05:002011-11-04T12:34:32.643-05:00Day 4TEXAS.<br /><br />Yes, Texas. For still believing in family and friends. for wholesomeness and good shopping. friendly faces of strangers. warm sunny fall days. and a new beginning. a place to call home.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-35479687667266123902011-11-04T12:30:00.003-05:002011-11-04T12:32:22.585-05:00Day 3Family.<br /><br />not just the one i created... the crazy camp i came from, the friends who have become my chosen one.<br /><br />i would be lost without it ( even if i wish some would get lost sometimes)Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-42774665167600360032011-11-02T12:27:00.000-05:002011-11-04T12:30:04.343-05:00Day 2my baby girls...<br /><br />Motherhood has changed me and my life so much....is still changing me every single day.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-24396679293904588272011-11-01T12:24:00.000-05:002011-11-04T12:27:45.841-05:0030 days of Thankful...Day1Lets start with a BIG one.<br /><br /><br />My husband Garrett.<br /><br />for being my best friend, the love of my life. the father of my babies. For making me laugh, letting me cry, knowing what I need before i do sometimes. for riding this crazy ride. and making me fall in love with him over and over again.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-40047159383055784492011-10-24T16:54:00.003-05:002011-10-24T17:02:43.006-05:00And that ended that....Its OFFICIAL. The voice has left me. I dunno if it is for good, but for now, there is no more baby voice. In the last 18 months I have witnessed more tragedies involving babies of people in my life than I have in the nearly 30 years prior. I am reminded to be grateful for the 4 perfect babies that were gifted to me. How lucky I am, because the road here was not smooth. It was full of heartbreak, and yet for others it is so much worse....I am so humbled, so grateful, so truly blessed. So I am going to focus on what I have and not long for more....Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-63008592713500838412011-10-21T11:44:00.001-05:002011-10-21T11:44:30.505-05:00Scarecrow Parade<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4eS8czWczRalpwBruKdXvQQMzGu20KGSQT8GPZouvaN-vfwhZedMqzRsM9Q9QeDalZjdsRF9O5_Wr2rmDwTOELdxCx2A8-8Tg0SyYBKf0MoO52u93YEf4kZjbUHHZ07hQg_ZlljPzHOM/s1600/IMAG0204-770506.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4eS8czWczRalpwBruKdXvQQMzGu20KGSQT8GPZouvaN-vfwhZedMqzRsM9Q9QeDalZjdsRF9O5_Wr2rmDwTOELdxCx2A8-8Tg0SyYBKf0MoO52u93YEf4kZjbUHHZ07hQg_ZlljPzHOM/s320/IMAG0204-770506.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665987305009901682" /></a></p><p>Today was the Scarecrow Parade at NCE. Check out my girl, do you think shed keep the crows away?</p> Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05736122829541022086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-12723326567215421652011-10-09T16:05:00.002-05:002011-10-09T16:05:50.055-05:00Maybe if I say it outloud, it will pass...I admit it. I have baby on the brain. It started as a tiny whisper, but it has grown bigger and BIGGER over the last few months. I was PRETTY sure my child bearing days were behind me. BUT now I am not so sure...... We arent doing anything crazy (thank you Mirena for making me be REALLY sure) but maybe just maybe. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-62565687484449899582011-10-05T11:43:00.002-05:002011-10-05T11:43:20.641-05:00When Reegan grows up....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think she is going to be a photographer (just like you Miss Rebecca :)) She took these photos. I might just have to stop scolding her for touching my camera and get her her very own.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-18024976910885445932011-10-05T11:38:00.002-05:002011-10-05T11:38:21.510-05:006 weeks late but...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cailin's VERY First Day of School.....Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-71725612196551368002011-10-05T11:35:00.002-05:002011-10-05T11:35:51.137-05:00This about sums it up.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is what life with girls looks like....Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-54037789422008318652011-10-03T14:31:00.002-05:002011-10-03T14:31:43.773-05:00I may have lost MANY battles, but I have FINALLY won the war!!The key to any successful marriage is to make your partner think it was their idea first. I dunno who told me that but it was the truest statement I was ever told about marriage ( the SECOND being: you dont just marry your spouse you marry theie WHOLE family...but that is a WHOLE other blog post:) ). <br />
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I have been hounding my darling hubby FOREVER about buying organic, increasing our veggie intake etc, etc. I am PROUD to say I have finally won. Thank you INSANITY and Mr. White for helping G see the light. Even if he feels like he made the choice for things to change, I am still chalking this up as a win for me. <br />
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Happy healthy future and diets!! Yay!!!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-33659397533655949852011-09-21T22:27:00.002-05:002011-09-21T22:28:00.517-05:00It's an EMOTIONAL week.I feel like a crazy person. I have cried everyday this week. I am watching my "story" come to an end. And its hard. HARD. I have spent 5 hours a week for nearly 6 years with the people of Pine Valley. I will truly miss it. All My Children has been part of my routine since I entered the world of mommyhood, it has carried me thru the isolation that full time parenting sometimes brings. <br />
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RIP AMC...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924797360025369019.post-19209672299168108422011-09-14T12:24:00.001-05:002011-09-14T12:24:59.373-05:00The Ground Beef Story.Life with girls, or life with MY girls at least cannot be much different than life with boys. <br />
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This morning I smelled a MYSTERIOUS aka disgusting, unidentifiable ( i almost wish I hadnt identifed it) rotten sour smell in our den. wait, strike that. in the KIDS DEN, Mommy and Daddy now have our own living room ( i need to post pics, i LOVE my new couch and love seat). I ripped that bad boy apart, COMPLETELY. I tore the covers off the cushions ( they needed to be washed anyhow) I moved all the furniture to one side of the room ( i was a woman on a mission) I drug the area rugs out side for some sunshine, i could not find it ( i even smelt myself to be sure it wasnt me, it wasnt). Puzzled, baffled but not defeated I walked to the entertainment center and decided I would organize it while I thought of other sources. I opended the drawers and the stench smacked me in the face. I look down on the shelf and i find a ziploc baggie of once frozen ground beef sitting there. I quickly snatch it up and take it to the trash and grab my lysol arsenol to clean up the smell and mess. OH. MY. GOODNESS. Once again motherhood is not for the weak, and especially not for the weak stomached. <br />
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Now for the back story, and the reason why I am not mad... 2 nights ago Cai and Deegs were wrestiling, not fighting, really wrestling...practicing to become UFC fighters in the future wrestling ( i told you they are like lil boys) Deegs hand got squished and cai ever graciously went to find her a cupcake ice pack...but there wasnt one in the freezer ( they were not frozen from some previous episode of a boo boo) Being the smart, quick, considerate, problem solver she is, she grabs this baggy of ground beef and gives it to Reegan. All is well in the world. <br />
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Shame on me for forgetting all about this MIA bag of ground beef. I will be investing in some more icepacks. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13591744836881473481noreply@blogger.com0