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We met over 8 years ago at church as Shaun was walking in and I was walking out. The few words exchanged sparked an interst that kept Shaun coming back. When we FINALLY began dating 4 years later we soon knew there was something special here. Our first year quickly flew by and we both decided we never wanted to spend another year with anyone else or without each other. We married in the place where it all began on January 1, 2011 (1/1/11) and gave birth to our beautiful daughter Ava Marie on September 22, 2011 our next little one, Clara Rose came 16 months later on February 11, 2013. This blog began with our preparation with our wedding and has entered into recording the days and events of our newlywed life and new motherhood.

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Saturday, May 4, 2013

A Few Catch ups...

It seems like it's been forever since I blogged and well... it's been nearly a month!  I have wanted so often to sit down and write and I've certainly had a lot to write about or at least a lot of thoughts that I wanted to sit down and get out... but haven't had the opportunity.  It's 2am and this is Clara's usual bedtime if I'm lucky.  I'm not complaining because I love my time with her, but when it hits this time of the night/morning and she finally stays asleep I still have lunches to make and dishes to do and a few other things and a pillow to hug to catch a little rest before Ava wakes up at her regular time, so all those thoughts have to stay in my head until these babies get on a regular sleep schedule.

I can't complain about Ava because she's usually in by around 7:30p and sleeps till at least 7:30/8:30am... yeah, I know... and she still takes two good naps a day!  Don't hate me though, because remember I'm writing this at 2am because Clara crams in all her socializing after her sister goes to sleep!  She's not crying, just wide awake and talk-a-tive... and clingy.  If I'm not holding her, she's pretty unhappy and will wake up Ava.  Who have I to blame, though?  She's just like her mother.  A chatterbox... a night owl... and she gets the munchies when she should be sleeping...! 

Then they've both been sick which just makes them clingier... you moms all know the drill on this one, I'm sure.  Ava with Fever and throwing up and Clara with a cough/sneezing/congestion cold... and after Ava got over the fever/throwing up thing, she got the same thing Clara has, which makes them both GLUED to mommy.  Typical nights have been 2am-Clara finally asleep. 3am-Ava crying "mama? mama? mama!!!" 5am-Ava finally back to sleep.  6am-Clara awake to nurse.  7am-Ava awake.... for the day.  My mom tries to come and help often so I can try to get some sleep where I can, but she got what they had and luckily... I didn't.  I think Jesus knows that would have sent me over the edge.

I was chatting with Colleen the other day and telling her all about it in a jovial tone and she said, "Do you laugh like that in the middle of the night, though?  ...or do you get upset?"  I thought and said something along the lines of, "No.  I don't get upset.  I'm tired, sure... sometimes nauseous tired, but I honestly sit there rocking them (sometimes both of them) and all I have to do is think about the parents of the Sandy Hook kids or the 8 year old boy who died at the Boston Marathon bombing and I imagine how much those parents wish they could be up all night again with their babies crying mama-mama-mama and holding them in their arms and ...I just hold them tighter... and I don't get upset"  The recent events in our country have certainly put my parenting in perspective.

I never wrote about the Boston Bombing... I couldn't find a moment to sit down and type it out, but I thought about what I would have written many times.  You know, I was supposed to be there that day.  My cousin, Laura was running in the marathon (if you remember I posted on her a while ago) and all the while I was planning on going to support her and be waiting at the finish line.  Then Shaun was told they needed him to work and I knew I'd be crazy to try to battle Boston traffic or take the T with a 18mo old and a 2mo old by myself and manage nap times and nursing, etc... then to clinch it, Clara was up all night and when I finally crawled into bed around 4 or 5am I sighed and said to Shaun, "honey, I can't go tomorrow".  Instead I was following her progress throughout the day checking in to Facebook and praying all day with my mom for Laura to be given strength to run and finish the race.  She was on my heart all day long.  Then her brother posted that she'd finished and posted her time.  I happened to be checking the computer and replied a congratulatory message.  A few minutes later someone posted about how "they couldn't believe what was happening in Boston".  I hadn't turned on the t.v. so had no idea what they were talking about.  I began to hear what was happening and later on as I was rocking Ava to sleep and the tears were slipping from my eyes, I thought about my sleepless night that kept me from going that day.  My cousin had just finished the race about 3min before the bombs went off at the finish line.  Who knows?  I could have been there with the girls watching... we could have lingered to chat and congratulate her... who knows.  I just knew as I looked down at Ava sleeping in my arms that a sleepless night was nothing to complain about and I had a heck of a lot to be thankful for.

That's how I've tried to embrace these moments, knowing they will go by too fast and I only have so many nights to nurse or rock or sing these girls to sleep.  They're both growing so fast!

I took them to the doctor earlier in the week and they are both off the charts... literally.  There's not a space for them on the charts.  Both are doing great.  Advanced and healthy (other than the colds) and just awesome.

Yesterday Miss Clara rolled over for the first time!!!  She's not even 3 months old!  She rolled over 4x so It's no fluke.

*disclaimer... forgive the annoying "mommy-voice" and know you don't have to watch the full length of all the videos.  The last 2 are from today

She's been practicing...

And Ava's been patient...

And she's practiced some more...

...and finally Ava was DONE being patient...

...she thought she'd give her a little "help".  She's too funny!

Ava's getting to be such a big girl and as she's a typical toddler, she's into Everything. 

Example: Yesterday as soon as I hung up the phone I turned to watch Ava try to "help" hand me my very full jumbo coffee cup (which it took me till 3pm to actually MAKE) and spill it Aaaaalllll over the table, floor, carpet and everything littering the table (papers, electronic devices, etc..).  I tried to detach Clara (who was nursing) from my body and maneuver my way through the piles of toddler toys and manage the caffeine river in such a way as to contain the damage as much as possible.  Ava's favorite stuffed animals (necessary for napping) were soaked and I made my way downstairs to the basement with the piles of coffee soaked items to throw them in the wash before they all stained.  I usually leave the basement door open because Ava never dares to venture downstairs.... until to-day.  (goes to show you.  Never say never.)  As I was throwing the last items into the wash I heard a *SNAP* and a distressed "Mama!? Mama!? MOMMMMY!"  from the stairway!  I ran around the corner to see Ava standing a few steps down with a mousetrap hanging off of the toe of her footie jammies (thank GOD for footie jammies that it got the extra cloth and not a toe).  That stupid trap has been there for probably a YEAR and never caught a bloody mouse, but manages to catch my toddler upon her first attempt to join mommy doing the laundry.  "Ava!  Are you hurt?  Are you ok?  You're ok.  You can't come down here! It's dangerous!" The words rushed out as I pulled the trap off, made sure she was ok and stuck her back upstairs, shutting the door so I could run down and close the washing machine.

In  that short amount of time I came right back upstairs and looked around our 1st floor (which took all of 5 seconds) calling "Ava?"  and realized she wasn't there.  I ran upstairs calling "Ava?" thinking how could she have gotten through the toddler gates and climbed the stairs SO fast?  I heard rustling in the back bedroom and a little voice firmly proclaiming "No! No! NO!" while she littered the room with piles of confetti paper that she somehow managed to find.  I scooped her up smiling at her prowess and resolved to "clean it up later" and brought her back downstairs to finish nursing her sister and pour another cup of much needed coffee.

The end of the day closed out with me watching QVC in a zombie like state and fighting the urge to buy the monster mini-vac they were so effectively advertising.  This led my thoughts to our own vacuum cleaner and an attachment that needed a minor fix.  I remembered that I had found superglue while going through a drawer recently which would take care of the much needed "fix" quickly and easily.  Lets just say that the project finished with me supergluing my fingers firmly to the vacuum and spending the remainder of any free moments I had before starting the "night shift" looking up how to get superglue off fingers on the internet.

My days usually look something like this...

...and this...

but they also look like this...

...and sound like this...

...and this...

...and this...

And I love it... really... they are beautiful.  Do I get frustrated?  Sure.  I get frustrated after cleaning the floor for the fourth time and that I can't seem to keep the house clean, or the laundry put away or the dining room table clear or the desk organized or the kitchen spotless ...and she probably watches too much television while I'm mustering my way through my "fatigue" headache and that exhaustion nausea, but I console myself that it's Baby Einstein and she's learning colors and shapes.  Thankfully the doctor said they're both advanced, so even though I go through some major guilt tripping of myself at times that I won't be winning any mother of the year awards for the messy house and jammies all day on these girls ...I try not to be too hard on myself...and I love it.  I really really do.

In the midst of it all, I know I couldn't have the days I do if it weren't for my husband.  Shaun's been working and working and working SO hard to provide for our family.  He honestly is like my good St. Joseph and I love this man SO so much (unfortunately at this stop in our marriage he's usually heading to bed as I start my "night shift" and I'm heading to bed right before he's getting up for work).  He still makes time to be the best Daddy (both to our girls and to Cheyanne who lives an hour away) and tries whenever he can to make it home in time to play with her or read to her or sing to her and put Ava to sleep for the night and chats with her on the phone throughout the day at work.  He might be the foreman, but he's not ashamed to do baby talk in front of the guys or tell me he loves me when everyone's listening. 


...and even finds time to bring me home these tonight...

So even though I haven't written and have sincerely missed reading about all your lives and adventures and how you all are doing... life is full of little sacrifices and all good things here in the Fullen household.  ...uh, and though I'm not complaining, some prayers for a little more sleep would SOooo not be objected to!  Thanks ;)

..and suddenly it's 4am and Ava's calling "Mama" time to go! xo


  1. Beautiful pictures. They sure have some beautiful eyes and hair!

    1. Thank you so much, Kari! (and thanks for stopping to visit) I'm looking forward to reading more about your lovely family. They are blessed with great eyes and hair! Lucky girls.

  2. I've missed you SO much! This was just too dang much sweetness in one post, you are killing me with sweet babyness...I love it. Thanks for sharing your ups and downs. Some day these will be your "big kids" and you will have littles like they are now and it will somehow seem easier....did that make sense?

    My husband is taking the 3 oldest kiddos fishing in Canada with his folks the first week of June. I"m SO not looking to being back in the days you are in...having only littles. BUT I am talking myself into embracing it--who cares if I don't shower? We'll all sleep in the same bed and watch movies and have popcorn every night! haha!

    God bless you, love seeing your sweeties. My favorite videos are daddy with his baby....melt my heart.

    1. Oh Jamie Jo, I've missed you as well. We think of you often over here. I'm sure your babies and mine would certainly have fun together. ...and it does make sense. As much as I look forward to it being "easier" I don't want to rush them towards that time too quickly, so I'll keep all that this period of time entails for as long as I have it.

      Feel free to check in during your hubby's time away... even if it's just to scream. Remind me if I sent you my phone number by email?

      Thanks for the blessing... we'll take it! And, ahhh the daddy videos... yes... even sweeter in real life.

  3. I love reading about your family and seeing your pictures :) You truly are a beautiful witness to the vocation of marriage and motherhood!!

    1. Thank you so much Evita. I am really truly blessed!


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