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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…

My First Child

Taylor Alyssa Southam joined our family on December 3, 2008 at 1:06 pm. I was nervous as heck for her to come (mostly because I’m a wimp and can’t endure pain well).  I was induced, and she came quickly. Five hours after they started the petocin, she made her debut. It wasn’t bad at all—especially because of the epidural they gave me. When I could feel pressure, I said to the nurse, “I think I have to go to the bathroom.” She checked me and said, “Ummmm…nope…you don’t. That’s a head. I’ll get the doctor.” It was then I began freaking out and wondering how I was supposed to push a kid out. After about 10 minutes of pushing (maybe 4-5 pushes), she came. She was beautiful, and I was so overwhelmed with the spirituality of it all that I wept—and so did Matt.

As first time parents we loved it. We spent every minute with her, and bragging about her. She truly made our lives feel complete. I could get into specifics about her, but I’ve documented that in our Southam Family Journal History as well. 

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