tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64167136606709984492024-02-07T18:39:56.757-08:00Pearl GirlA new mom of a beautiful baby girl. A wife to the most gentle, handsome husband. A woman trying to figure it out day-by-day.Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-70356111995651916542011-06-13T18:29:00.000-07:002011-06-13T18:29:15.742-07:00It's Been A While<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Dang</b>...I've been out of the blogging world for a couple of months. What have I been doing during this time? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>However</b>, with all of this time spent on Pinterest, I have been making use of everything I pin to my boards. I've been making different meals (which means I'm out of my cooking funk). I've been planning a baby shower for a dear friend with a DIY theme and decorations. I've been getting ideas for sewing dresses (for $6 or less). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>But</b> let me not foget to mention, I've been taking care of baby lady to my best abilities as well. She's so precious right now. This age (7 months) is making my heart melt each time I look at her. She is too sweet. I often ask myself, "Lord, why am I so blessed to have a sweet daughter?" I'm trying to enjoy it for all it's worth!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I</b> went</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> to a hoarders house. I "picked" it, as Mike and Frank would say. I'm not at the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">point of selling my found treasures, but I'm sure I'll get there some day (with the rate I'm going at).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I</b> also went to a conference here at GCTS called "CASKET EMPTY". It's a program of sorts that explains God's redemptive plan through history. That's all I'll say about it now since when I get into talking about it I tear up and talk forever!!!!!!!! I'm sorry, hubs, for always wanting the "one-minute" version of everything you're learning...I am learning it's not easily done. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The</b> Lord has been moving in my life these last couple months. I'm being spoken to by Him. It's sweet. Simply put.</span><br />
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</span>Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-46769705251857144442011-04-21T19:21:00.000-07:002011-04-21T19:21:17.794-07:00You Are So Beautiful<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Tonight</b>, I am sitting with my husband next to me. Often, we like to just hang out and talk while do nothing since he works so hard, and I'm basically lazy (not really, but my man works way harder than I do) so I love just sitting around. While talking, I was imagining what baby lady will be like one day, how I hope she likes to sing to rents randomly and how just simply adorable she will be. On that note, I began to listen to some of the music at the bottom of my blog and came across Joe Cocker's song "You Are So Beautiful". I then proceeded to tell my husband that I thought, as a young girl, how romantic it would be if a man would one day sing that song to me. No, hubster didn't bust out in song and begin to sing, he just looked at me. I don't know if I would really like it now, not because I don't like the song, but because I think I would be embarrassed. I wouldn't know what to do if I were serenaded to. Just sit there? I guess I would figure it out if the scenario came to fruition. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Earlier</b> this evening, hubster and I were watching a documentary film which had Peter Gabriel's song "Big Time". This made me think of how much I want to go to the Peter Gabriel concert this summer! It also just so happens this concert takes place on my BIRTHDAY! How ordained is that? Just kidding. But really, if I am able to go, I will. It's on my bucket list for crying out loud.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I</b> guess what I'm trying to say is music produces an emotional response in myself (I believe it does for many people). I go a step further and start making connections with memories and life-changing events. I love music. I love concerts. They get my blood pumping. Enjoy the small music collection I have on this blog. I know I do. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'Till then, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kaylyn </span>Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-55095386080671689612011-04-09T17:41:00.000-07:002011-04-09T17:41:38.614-07:00Walk This Way<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I believe this post is going to be one of random thoughts. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1) No one has really commented on my cooking funk post, therefore I am still in this funk. Instead of cooking, I have been eating Buffalo Chicken Salads from North Bev like there is no tomorrow. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2) I love my husband</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3) I love my baby lady</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4) Went into Boston today. It was the first time in like 6 months...WOW I missed it and I had realized I had forgotten how much you walk when you're there.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5) I've had a blast with my sisters here this weekend. I'm very sad to see them leave tomorrow. I sure love them.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6) My favorite number was "6" when I was younger.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">7) Sunday is the first day of the week, but in my mind I will always think of it as the 7th day of the week.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8) I "8" tacos today</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9) Okay, this post is getting crazy so I'm outta here. </span><br />
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</span>Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-3796911521403591322011-03-30T10:49:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:49:52.239-07:00Cooking Funk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I</b> was telling my husband last night that I'm in a cooking funk. I fell as though I cook the same thing each week and I'm bored of it. I love cook books but I don't want to buy a bunch of new ones. I look online, but hate printing off the recipes because I love have recipes hand-written. I found a website with some delicious looking salads I think I'm going to make this next week (after I go grocery shopping because I have literally run out of everything I would need to make the most simple thing, like banana bread). </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>On</b> top of that, I have been looking back at the past 4.5 months with baby Navia. At first, life was crazy and I felt as though I was feeding her all day long. However, now I feel that I'm holding her all the time and when I'm not holding her, she screams. I had much more time to cook in the beginning, even though I didn't feel like it at the time. I guess it's another excuse for why I have been in a cooking funk. Now I'm adjusting, and in about a month I will adjust again, and then again. That's the life of a mom, right? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>With</b> all that being said, I love to cook. It's so relaxing. I love the idea of organizing a meal where you have to coordinate the timing in order to have it all ready at the same time. It also makes it more fun because my husband loves to eat what I cook. I love the idea of having a garden that I can cook from daily during the summer. I began doing that last year, but I want to do more of it this year. Pioneer Woman is one of my inspirations in the kitchen, so is Paula Deen (I love butter...). Besides that, I try anything that looks good.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>What</b> are your favorite recipes? Cookbooks? Ideas for getting out of my cooking funk?</span><br />
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Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-10745809276987322011-03-25T06:45:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:50:11.055-07:00Momma's Visit<b>My </b>mom came to visit last week. I was very excited to see her, and she was very excited to see Navia. That's how it goes now. Anyways, we had such a great time. It was relaxing, but we did a lot of stuff. I love it when life works out that way. We took a mini road-trip to Plimoth Plantation, went antiquing, ate some delicious clam chowda' and to-die-for cupcakes, and took walks and lots of pictures. I had a great time and wish it didn't have to end so quickly, but am also excited to get back to normal for a couple weeks before my family comes out again in April! I'm so blessed to have a family that puts family first. I never thought that was how they worked. I knew we all loved each other, but we are all so independent so what a person decides to do impacts the family, but it doesn't shift everyone else's life around (unless it is a drastic life change). But now, I see my family does put family as a priority, and it makes me feel loved. I'm a quality time person, which I've mentioned before, so I love spending time with people I love because it makes me feel more loved. Even if all we are doing is watching "American Pickers". My new fav, by the way.<br />
<b>On</b> the topic of "American Pickers", I want to be a picker. I think I was born for that kind of work, minus my terrible allergies that seems to get in the way of everything fun. I often make fun of myself and say I'm a hoarder, but a picker is more accurate. I love going into stores, looking at everything and finding a good deal. I'm pretty cheap. I like old stuff. It just fits me. <br />
<b>I</b> had a wonderful time with my mom. Here are some pictures from the week...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>As</b> for my husband, he works full-time. He goes to school full-time. He is a full-time husband and dad. In all reality, he doesn't get a break ever. I'm even more humbled when I think about how much he does to support us and how much I do which I much less. Yes, I know being a mom is important and a full-time job...but it's really fun so there are more times than not where I don't realize I'm "working". </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>What </b>I'm saying is, my husband is awesome! He's the best leader I could have imagined...I'm beyond blessed by him. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Song</b> of Solomon 5:10- "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; line-height: 21px;">"</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">As for me, here is what my typical day consists of. I love it.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I've</b> seen posts for weekends on other bloggers' sites and they allow one to daydream...I want to take that fun idea and run with it. I'll be trying to do this on the weekends because most people have more time to look at pictures on Google, right? Anyways, daydream...pray...think...what if you did, where would it take you?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*apparently I think highly of myself as I've said "I've" a lot in this post. Forgive me. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'Nite</span><br />
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</tbody></table>Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-41038827949631200952011-03-11T08:26:00.000-08:002011-03-12T19:13:36.046-08:00Sleepy Baby<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>So</b> my hubby and I are sleep training. I originally thought I could skirt the issue because Navia was such a good sleeper right away (I mean, at about 6 weeks we could put her down drowsy and she would fall asleep for a good 5 hours. This amount of time would increase until we got a good 7 hours average each night). Sorry for the rabbit trail. Then 16 weeks hit us like a brick wall. She was up every hour or so. I wasn't sure if she was hungry so I nursed her back to sleep, then WHAM, she would wake up again. Slowly, throughout the week she would increase her time asleep, but it was nothing like the previous couple months and I figured she wasn't hungry each time she woke up. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">p.s. I never thought I enjoyed sleep until I had a baby and it was taken away from me. I'm a morning person by nature so sleep was a necessity, rarely a desire.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I</b> typed in "4-month-old sleep" in Google about a week-and-a-half ago and the dreaded word "regression" was staring back at me in <b>bold, black writing</b>. I decided to go to the Beverly Mom's Group I had attended earlier this winter to get a better picture of the monster I was dealing with. I learned it usually lasts a few weeks and babies grow out of it, but I didn't want to wait 3 weeks to sleep again. No, no, no. I would like to sleep now. So I did a little more research and studying of my baby girl. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Up</b> until this point, she wasn't emotionally attached to her pacifier. However, at night, in her crib, I began to see that if I took it out while she was falling asleep or if she it out she would scream bloody murder until it was in her mouth again.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">p.s. Navia doesn't have a baby cry, she has a diva scream.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The</b> time had come for sleep training (but more so eliminating her <u>need</u> for the pacifier). I still cringe when I say the words because I have the tendency to think I'm a bad mom for letting her cry. I'm not though. It works for us. I thank the Lord I had constantly been praying for wisdom on how to deal with this situation. A month ago, I began to put her in her crib to nap so she would get used to it, and a week ago I stopped giving her the pacifier during the daytime.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Yesterday</b> was horrible. I was sick. Navia was not sleeping during naps. She would cry for an hour, sleep for 20 minutes and cry again to eat. But last night something magical happened. SHE SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT! Now, I'm not talking 5 or 6 hours. I'm talking 10 hours straight! I thanked the Lord right when I woke up. I know it may not be like this every night, but she did it once so we know she can do it again. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I'm</b> so glad the Lord knows my needs, my husband's needs and Navia's needs. He is faithful and gives us just what we need in that moment. I'm so blessed by my God!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Matthew</b> 11:28- Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>As</b> a little treat to all you who read this, here's a funny "letter" from <a href="http://www.babysleepsite.com/">www.babysleepsite.com</a> written from the perspective of a baby. Enjoy!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dear Fellow Babies,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">OK, here’s my situation. My Mommy has had me for almost 5 months. The first few months were great – I cried, she picked me up and fed me, anytime, around the clock. Then something happened. Over the last few weeks, she has been trying to STTN (sleep thru the night). At first, I thought it was just a phase, but it is only getting worse.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’ve talked to other babies, and it seems like its pretty common after Mommies have had us for around 5-6 months. Here’s the thing: these Mommies don’t really need to sleep. It’s just a habit. Many of them have had some 30 years to sleep – they just don’t need it anymore. So I am implementing a plan. I call it the Crybaby Shuffle.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It goes like this:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Night 1 – cry every 3 hours until you get fed. I know, it’s hard. It’s hard to see your Mommy upset over your crying. Just keep reminding yourself, it’s for her own good.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Night 2 – cry every 2 hours until you get fed.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Night 3 – every hour.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Most Mommies will start to respond more quickly after about 3 nights. Some Mommies are more alert, and may resist the change longer. These Mommies may stand in your doorway for hours, shhhh-ing. Don’t give in. I cannot stress this enough: CONSISTENCY IS KEY!! If you let her STTN (sleep through the night), just once, she will expect it every night. I know it’s hard! But she really does not need the sleep; she is just resisting the change.. If you have an especially alert Mommy, you can stop crying for about 10 minutes, just long enough for her to go back to bed and start to fall asleep. Then cry again. It WILL eventually work. My Mommy once stayed awake for 10 hours straight, so I know she can do it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The other night, I cried every hour. You just have to decide to stick to it and just go for it. BE CONSISTENT! I cried for any reason I could come up with:</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-My sleep sack tickled my foot.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-I felt a wrinkle under the sheet.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-My mobile made a shadow on the wall.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-I burped, and it tasted like rice cereal. I hadn’t eaten rice cereal since breakfast, what’s up with that?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-The dog said “ruff”. I should know. My Mommy reminds me of this about 20 times a day. LOL.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Once I cried just because I liked how it sounded when it echoed on the monitor in the other room.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Too hot, too cold, just right – doesn’t matter! Keep crying!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-I had drooled so much my sheets were damp and I didn’t like it touching me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-I decided I was sick of all the pink in my room so I cried.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It took awhile, but it worked. She fed me at 4am. Tomorrow night, my goal is 3:30am. You need to slowly shorten the interval between feedings in order to reset your Mommies’ internal clocks.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sometimes my Mommy will call for reinforcements by sending in Daddy. Don’t worry Daddies are not set up for not needing sleep the way Mommies are. They can only handle a few pats and shhing before they declare defeat and send in the Mommy.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, be wary of the sleep sheep with rain noises. I like to give Mommy false hope that listening to the rain puts me to sleep sometimes I pretend to close my eyes and be asleep and then wait until I know Mommy is settling back to sleep to spring a surprise cry attack. If she doesn’t get to me fast enough I follow up with my fake cough and gag noise that always has her running to the crib. At some point I am positive she will start to realize that she really doesn’t really need sleep.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P.S. Don’t let those rubber things fool you, no matter how long you suck on them, no milk will come out.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trust me.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sincerely,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Baby J</span></div>Kaylynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911082550428357180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6416713660670998449.post-70774199265791931242011-03-10T19:17:00.000-08:002011-03-10T19:17:19.599-08:00Finally Doin' It<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Here</b> it is. My blog. I've been thinking about this for some time. Wondering if I should do it or not, wondering if I have anything to really say (and if I do say anything, what will it be) and wondering if anyone will read it. Each time I have thought about starting my own blog, I get those butterflies...I get nervous and excited at the same time. I see these great blogs with beautiful pictures and words. Finally, I want to add my own "creative" juices to the mix. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>My</b> name is Kaylyn. My husband's name is Mike (I call him Michael because it makes me feel unique to everyone else that talks to him) and my daughter's name is Navia Pearl...a beautiful name, right? We live in Massachusetts (finally learned how to spell it) as my husband completes his time at seminary. I love the Lord first, my husband and family second and daydreaming third. I don't think I'm creative, but my husband says otherwise...I really just think I get my ideas for everyone else. </span><br />
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