tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31691709142748546432024-03-12T20:59:53.473-07:00Campbell ChroniclesThis is a Chronicle of the Campbell Family beginning in 2011.Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-35874165681387195412013-08-14T18:28:00.000-07:002013-08-14T19:03:36.515-07:00Bittersweet Blessings.....Today was a new school year at the Campbell house, and of course we had a lot of "new" things. We all had new haircuts, new shoes, new clothes, new pencils...... at least the boys did. What was completely new was that we left from a new house to a new school. It felt so strange to travel a different way. <br>
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For the first time ever, the boys were not with Jamie at school. We made the decision to move them to Charles Russell this year. They had such a wonderful day....just as I knew they would. I don't think that Jamie loved it as much. Not that you see your kids a lot during the school day even if you are a tacher. However, it is such a comfort to know they aren't far away. <br>
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Thinking about all these new firsts and my kids growing up got me a little sappy. So, last night as I was getting ready for bed, I was getting ready to complain about summer being too short and not wanting to go back to school. I was thinking of all the things I hoped to accomplish and didn't. I was thinking about all the missed opportunities and felt a little pitiful. That lasted all of 2 minutes.<br>
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As I scrolled through facebook, I saw a post from a girl I went to high school with. Her daughter passed away last year. She made a comment that it felt so strange to only get one child ready to start school. It nearly broke my heart to think about all those missed milestones. <br>
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So, I decided to instead remember my blessings...... <br>
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Yes, it nearly cost a fortune to buy school supplies, clothes, haircuts etc. for 3 growing boys, but I'm blessed with the money to do it. <br>
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Yes, I had to leave Hannah all day, but I'm blessed with 2 grandparents that love her and spoil her that keep her while I work. <br>
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Yes, my boys are in the 4th grade this year and time does seem to be speeding by, but I'm blessed to be able to take all 3 of my healthy boys to school this year. <br>
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Yes, I was disappointed that Jamie didn't get a job as a principal this summer, but he is blessed with a job where he is impacting the lives of kiddos each day. <br>
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Yes, I hate waking up early and would love to be in my pajamas at 10 AM, but I'm blessed that I have a job that I love and friends at work that I enjoy! I just wish it was around 11AM :)<br>
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Bittersweet blessings? Maybe just BLESSINGS!<br>
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Well, I've been watching the kiddos very closely and have learned so much from them, especially Hannah. Trust me, I would need a book to tell you all the things the boys have taught me. <br />
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Let's stick to the top 10 things I learned from Hannah this week. First of all, I can't believe how much she has changed in just 11 short months. But, especially the last few weeks. These are my Hannah lessons. They are relevant to my life and probably yours.<br />
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1. Learn at least one new thing each day. She seems to be doing even more, but at my age, I'm thinking one is sufficient:)<br />
2. When someone leaves, treat them as though you may never see them again. You know, say bye-bye, give them plenty of kisses, and acknowledge that you love them.<br />
3. Naps are a good thing. They can really improve a mood.<br />
4. There is always time for a quick snuggle, kiss, and smile.<br />
5. When you hear music, dance. I must admit, I keep playing the hotdog song just to see her wiggle. Totally adorable!<br />
6. Laugh uncontrollably at the silly things.<br />
7. When someone says you do a good job, stop and enjoy it. Hannah even claps!<br />
8. Be cautious of strangers. It's alright to be friendly at a distance but if they invade your comfort zone, scowl at them. She is my daughter!<br />
9. Reach out to those you love the most. She makes sure to end up in everyone's arms!<br />
10. Hershey kisses are addictive and correct nearly every bad mood;)<br />
That's just a few of the tidbits of wisdom this girl has shared this week. I can't wait to see what the future holds!<br />
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Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-46559589639281082732013-02-14T19:32:00.002-08:002013-03-17T18:34:33.166-07:00Love of my LifeIn my Iphone, you will find a listing for Love of My Life. I know that it is corny, but we really like "corn" at our house. I mean we had Swedish fish and cards that said I o "fish" ally love you this year. However, it is true. My husband is truly the love of my life. Can he drive me nuts? Of course he can; he knows everything about me including every weakness and flaw. Yet, he chooses to love me! I am so blessed by him. <br />
He asked me today if I thought Kenney Chesney was attractive, or Adam Levine? I told him they were both very attractive men, without a doubt. I'm not blind people. However, my husband is really the most attractive man that I know. I saw him this evening cook dinner while Hannah played at his feet all while singing something in the kitchen and give basketball advice to Caleb. This is in the span of about 3 minutes. I looked at him and thought, I wouldn't take Adam Levine right now even if he were standing at the door. <br />
Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-23495084952211746942013-01-21T18:31:00.001-08:002013-01-21T18:31:36.263-08:00Boy mom seasons...Well, our basketball season ended tonight, sadly. I love to watch my boys play, but I must admit basketball is my favorite. I'm from Kentucky, we come wired that way. <br />
So, on to the next season. Yes, I know most of you are thinking spring, and although I am ready for that too, that is not the season I am talking about. See, the life of a boy mom is broken into these seasons, baseball, basketball, and football. All summer long we play baseball both on the field and in the yard. However, as soon as sign ups for football started, we began practicing a perfect spiral. I even learned to throw it "correctly" this year. Right now, when it's not freezing cold, we are hitting the hoops. Soon, I will be getting the catchers equipment out of the closet. <br />
I know that some might hate that, but not me. That's the life of a boy mom, and I wouldn't have it another way. Now, I am wondering, what will we do when the princess decides to join in the mix with whatever she chooses, dance, softball, basketball :) Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-83872245600512704722013-01-21T18:03:00.001-08:002013-01-21T18:03:22.306-08:00The most important lessons in Basketball....It's no secret that I'm not John Calipari, though most will tell you that my behavior on the sideline acts more like Bobby Knight. It's also no secret that I am very passionate about the game and love to watch kids do well when they play. That aside, this year I got the absolute privilege of being around 11 of the most remarkable kids I know.<br />
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As coach of the Red team in AYBL 3/4 grade division, I was grouped with 11 kids that were each remarkable in their own way. From the first practice to the last locker room session tonight they impressed me by their willingness to be a team, to root for each other, and to truly be a good sport on and off the floor.<br />
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I'm also blessed to have had such a great group of parents to work with. Everyone was passionate and supportive of our team. Some helped coach, some kept the book, some cheered really loud and some offered advice, but all were proud of our team each time they took the floor.<br />
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More than any of this I got the opportunity to pray with each of these kids before each game. Each player participated and prayed for safety, sportsmanship, and for a great effort by both teams. If they learned these three things then they learned everything they needed to at this age. If they picked up some basketball skills too...well that's just a bonus.<br />
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Although these kids right now play on different colored teams, one day they will all be a Tomcat! That's what is important. <br />
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I'm proud of our Red team. I'm proud I could be their coach. Til next year!Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-1413853095642017182013-01-20T18:53:00.001-08:002013-06-28T23:10:42.426-07:00The sanctity of life....Today at our church, it was "sanctity of life" Sunday. My church collected a love offering for 2 hearts pregnancy center, and our pastor gave a sermon about the sanctity of life. See, over 50 million babies have been aborted since the passage of Roe v. Wade. It's the combined population of 25 of the United States. Wow, that's a lot of babies. Our pastor spent time today talking about life, and how God views life. He called the babies "preborn" instead of "unborn". I really like that. <br>
He read the scripture that I've read many times that says "Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. (Jeremiah 1:5 KJV)" but he talked about the word know. Christ actually intimately knows us, even in the womb. That really spoke to me. Thinking about Christ knowing us from the very second we are conceived.<br>
I am glad that we participated in sanctity of life Sunday, but it saddens me so much that we need that day. In such a "civilized" society, with so much technology, it makes me sad to think we need a day to set aside to remember to preserve life. Watch any commercial for pregnancy tests. It says find out 2,3,4,5 days sooner if you're pregnant. We can practically find out at the moment of conception, and yet we argue over when life begins. I choose to believe that God knows them, a real person, preborn in the womb from the moment they are conceived. <br>
See, I know what it's like to hold tiny miracles that some would consider, not yet a baby, the "preborn". I sat in the NICU beside babies born at 24 weeks. I would dare anyone to tell those parents that it was not yet a life. A family in our community had twins at just around 24 weeks just this week. One precious baby didn't make it, and they had a funeral. I'm sure they could testify that although it was a short life, it was a precious life indeed.<br>
As some of you may know, before the boys were born, Jamie and I suffered a miscarriage. It was very early in the pregnancy, but I assure you that it was devastating to us. It was a life, known to God, us, and our families. <br>
So, today and always, I celebrate the sanctity of life, but in my heart I will be saddened by the loss of those preborn babies that were taken too soon.Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-17759194471788947272012-12-31T19:21:00.001-08:002012-12-31T19:21:14.056-08:00Daddy's New Years Eve!13 years ago tonight Tonya and I had been married for just a few months and we were laying in the bed as sick as can be. Both of us were running high fevers praying that if Y2K was going to end the world, then we wished it would hurry up because we knew we would feel better than we did at that moment.<br />
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So it was ironic that today I woke up sick at my stomach and running to the bathroom a million times. Although it was nothing like that night it was funny to reminisce with the boys all of those past stories. <br />
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Earlier this evening Tonya asked the boys what was great and what was bad about this year. Overall, for our family, 2012 was a great year. God blessed our family with health and financial security this year. We were never in want and was always able to praise him for the things that we have and don't have. I see people everyday that struggle with happiness and contentment. However, our entire family praises God for the wonderful blessings that we have.<br />
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Most likely, that greatest blessing for us is the addition of the most precious little girl in the entire world. I sit here tonight with her laying on my chest, trying to unwrap myself off of her finger, but I realize that may be an impossible task. We really thought that we were finished with adding additions to our family. With all good plans however, God knows what best.<br />
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I also loved watching Eli win the Social Studies award at ALP, Caleb strike out his first batter, and Isaac hit some of the most incredible shots during basketball games. More than that I live their enthusiasm for God and how they "help us" take care of their baby sister.<br />
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This year did have some disappointments. The lose of my uncle Thurl made my entire family realize that "life is but a vapor." His life was one that could only be truly realized by the outpouring of love and affection of the people that attended his wake and funeral. Truly an awesome sight to witness the love and respect they had for him. I'm sure those coon dogs are yelling his name tonight... "THUUUURRRRL". :)<br />
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Other disappointments such a loss of a job that I thought I had, the heartbreak of watching the boys become upset, and watching both sides if my family mourn the loss of family, helps remind me that God is in control of all things.<br />
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With all of this though, I'm convinced that I am blessed to be married to the greatest woman on the earth. She is by far my rock and my help in everything I do. She was there to remind me that God is in control during the heartbreaks and was able to take care of herself (just as she did with the boys) to be sure that Hannah arrived healthy and happy.<br />
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It is without doubt that 2013 will hold happiness and disappointments. I thank God everyday that he allows me to share them with Tonya.<br />
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Here we are with 3 big boys getting paint guns and electronics, and a little girl that can crawl and pull up on the crib. I swear time needs to pause for just a few minutes. <br />
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Unlike most of our Christmases, this year we experienced loss, just before Christmas. The loss of "Uncle Thurl" and the loss of all those innocent victims in CT, made us stop and think about how fragile life is. It made us appreciate the moments that we have together. <br />
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See, time is moving so quickly, and no matter how many times I wish it to be so, I cannot capture all the moments if their innocence, and keep them this age. This year, maybe a little more than usual, I'm so grateful for my family, and feel blessed I got to spend time with each and every one:) <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZRTMRBij2NJiwP9vVj27UXCXbMZiG4j7FWRGIaIZVTgLnEbatUZ7Sb7gB-IgrNrFYnXkfB5iNLE79ENojVb7XG5L4SLUlakMlitDPjdpZV4i7CMWTHfzzdl-WjMzhFcXomA8HYncHpI/s640/blogger-image-725502393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZRTMRBij2NJiwP9vVj27UXCXbMZiG4j7FWRGIaIZVTgLnEbatUZ7Sb7gB-IgrNrFYnXkfB5iNLE79ENojVb7XG5L4SLUlakMlitDPjdpZV4i7CMWTHfzzdl-WjMzhFcXomA8HYncHpI/s640/blogger-image-725502393.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7_zDeDMcfeXGXG5e6sgZqTaY0j8WVOwkgZ-PwxoN5Gcb4VRPu2TO06Zdv7x33b0aTKpDK6YguKCl8TdUFgvNIsOfaMvUGS_4CDqbv8zA5xz3ClMiEGoR_mYbb-C0VE1HRrD7EAON2pI/s640/blogger-image--865584943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7_zDeDMcfeXGXG5e6sgZqTaY0j8WVOwkgZ-PwxoN5Gcb4VRPu2TO06Zdv7x33b0aTKpDK6YguKCl8TdUFgvNIsOfaMvUGS_4CDqbv8zA5xz3ClMiEGoR_mYbb-C0VE1HRrD7EAON2pI/s640/blogger-image--865584943.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0g3xv8Lk0XNw4qFOCvj4Xtr5jo_m0sc1fxhH_Aepv4flmrbGGPw-GWNg6gRQFrvusvVjoRUn-wPJQP5CWgzpahF9yu-uLPNavJzh68csLNPJSVKLFJxV_w7ICks-QF3esExLOaCSrxMw/s640/blogger-image-299148702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0g3xv8Lk0XNw4qFOCvj4Xtr5jo_m0sc1fxhH_Aepv4flmrbGGPw-GWNg6gRQFrvusvVjoRUn-wPJQP5CWgzpahF9yu-uLPNavJzh68csLNPJSVKLFJxV_w7ICks-QF3esExLOaCSrxMw/s640/blogger-image-299148702.jpg" /></a></div>Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-33327592750837748872012-12-24T10:52:00.001-08:002012-12-24T10:52:49.069-08:00Overload!Well, I'm a little behind on my posts, so I think I'll catch up. So much has happened, where do I start..... I have a new job. For those that have asked, I love it. God has some strange ways of answering prayers, but it's funny the way he works things out. I would have never dreamed that I would change positions mid-year, but it has been such a blessing. I have made new friends, strengthened bonds with many people, had the opportunity to work with some truly amazing kids. Trust me when I say it's a GOD thing!<br />
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Now, on to one of the lessons I learned in the middle of this move. I had to move things to my new school. It wasn't a ton of things, but it was enough to need about 3 trips. I bet 10 people asked me if they could help me carry anything. I insisted I was fine, and I had it under control. I made the first trip without a problem. When I went back the second time, I had a full armload and one box. It was my treasure box, filled with candy and dollar store goodies. Bribes if you will. Well, I decide that I can simply put the treasure box on top and carry it all in of course without help. I'm sure you know how this ends. I end up dropping the entire contents of the box all over the parking lot. My "treasure", all 1000 pieces were laying on the ground while I stood there in disbelief. I picked up every piece learning these things. First, it's alright to ask for help, even from strangers, and that I cannot carry everything on my own! I am guilty of both of these things on a regular basis. I will often take on the weight of the world without a second thought. I'm not saying I won't try it again, but I will at least try to remember the lessons of my move. After all, if I don't, I might end up with all my treasures on the ground :)Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-88233652631261835472012-12-03T21:09:00.001-08:002013-01-31T18:40:32.981-08:00My first real ChristmasI can remember Christmases for many, many years. I remember getting Barbie furniture as a little girl and Dad helping me punch out all the flatware just so he could step on it the next day. I remember getting my first cabbage patch doll. I was over the moon. I remember getting a pink popple with a purple tail just like I asked. That was no easy feat as they were the furby of my day. I also remember getting a puppy for Christmas. When I was growing up, we never had a lot of money, but we always had a wonderful Christmas. My parents made sure of it.<br />
It wasn't until after I had long grown, gotten married and had the boys that I say I had my first real Christmas. See, I always knew what Christmas was about. I grew up in a Christian home. But, it was that year that I finally understood the magnitude of the gift that I had been given. The year the boys were born....<br />
I remember the moment that the understanding hit me. Some would call it an Ah ha! Moment. <br />
Jamie and I were driving to the hospital to visit the boys the week before Christmas. It was late and dark. I'm sure we were headed to tuck them in for the night. We drove around the park on our way to the hospital and I saw the lighted manger scene. Why then, but it dawned on me that I had a son. As after of fact, I had three sons. They were so tiny and fragile waiting for me at the hospital. At that time, I had limited contact with them, and already I had such an incredible bond!<br />
I just like Mary had a boy that I loved dearly. I understood the love of a parent. See, I knew then that Christ had given his SON for me. I am now and will forever be grateful for the gift of his Son. It is a gift so overwhelming to me. I have celebrated many Christmases since then and hope to celebrate many more, but I hope to never lose sight of that first Christmas and that precious gift that was swaddled in a manger just for me. Merry Christmas !Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-65260257018611986072012-11-22T20:10:00.001-08:002012-11-22T20:10:50.522-08:00Black Friday!!!So, most of you may think I'm nuts, but that's alright. I'm getting ready to leave for another Black Friday, and I feel so blessed! Thanksgiving/black Friday are 2 of my favorite days of the year. I mean it's shopping and eating! How can you get better than that? <br />
See, I enjoy a deal like none other. I am the daughter of Eddie and Rita Devaney, the original black Friday shoppers. I remember getting up as a little girl to go shopping for 10 cent tape at Big Lots! But, for a household of girls, black Friday has always been and will always be our girl day. We shop, gossip a little, judge the fashion of others, eat way to much, and brag about our bargains. It's memory making. <br />
So, this black Friday, I feel blessed like none other. I have saved a little money to go. I know not everyone has that luxury. I will be with my sisters, nieces, and Mom, my favorite girls on earth. Jamie told me to take a nap and even made me a tall coffee to go, can you say supportive? I have a little girl of my own to carry on the tradition in a few years. My blessings overflow. So to all you black Friday shoppers. I wish you great deals, may everything you want/need be in plenty, great parking spots, and most of all memory making like none other. Happy Thanksgiving my friends!Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-22751862871451185342012-11-03T17:31:00.001-07:002012-11-03T17:31:52.222-07:006 months today!!!!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXq76PU5xtR5KurL6B9sMOQrf-kxp34MNxQ_FBhwZk8-Lyo_WmzZLb2WN_8sCrxnaQWRLz7EWDKkfSwfBJp86thmcMaqrLCWeUeDE86Hb3QZWzGMnquilo6Gd-69gaiHBMvLmVin3k40/s640/blogger-image--1141434418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXq76PU5xtR5KurL6B9sMOQrf-kxp34MNxQ_FBhwZk8-Lyo_WmzZLb2WN_8sCrxnaQWRLz7EWDKkfSwfBJp86thmcMaqrLCWeUeDE86Hb3QZWzGMnquilo6Gd-69gaiHBMvLmVin3k40/s640/blogger-image--1141434418.jpg" /></a></div>Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-52817006084222294282012-10-31T16:12:00.001-07:002012-10-31T16:12:49.946-07:00Reading buddiesCaleb is reading to Hannah. He doesn't even yell when she smacks the pages.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaHX1g_IqZCdBLSmo3klP-xWl_pMyUxxQd7CLjRL8osjKg3RB5yTPP9MvDOTddL5lueHMX9efQu0mjpF6ydQRY05DLcHSLBl3MPUFrRAziK2VtZdv-_RJvPdUP6wPB9z-DWICyexcR5w/s640/blogger-image--1259019870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaHX1g_IqZCdBLSmo3klP-xWl_pMyUxxQd7CLjRL8osjKg3RB5yTPP9MvDOTddL5lueHMX9efQu0mjpF6ydQRY05DLcHSLBl3MPUFrRAziK2VtZdv-_RJvPdUP6wPB9z-DWICyexcR5w/s640/blogger-image--1259019870.jpg" /></a></div>Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-75413372284360634622012-10-08T04:32:00.001-07:002012-10-08T04:32:50.707-07:005 monthsWhat a big girl!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vOnj7Gz2u4OvNoTUsE-dn7mLLOU_w5naJbKqA0A1nBhYFrdRKiiOa0ivXjzZ16ssy6gTLZdBdJAgGMPIQ3W0pq2AoVbQqysuB5YHf8Ds6omHzier0TKF2CIa-AyCp1Rgf3J5wUBqFyA/s640/blogger-image-1615206033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vOnj7Gz2u4OvNoTUsE-dn7mLLOU_w5naJbKqA0A1nBhYFrdRKiiOa0ivXjzZ16ssy6gTLZdBdJAgGMPIQ3W0pq2AoVbQqysuB5YHf8Ds6omHzier0TKF2CIa-AyCp1Rgf3J5wUBqFyA/s640/blogger-image-1615206033.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgud73dC-6SeSRcaRTyTnP5rx0zZkBve1jU7IammOQsbZH-c7YWQ3nOjUWmEkvZ8d8b5K-3vbQl0kpCObCjJRAxz2F_R71kj0dTK2l4xZ66piQy5D5JDF8Yp38WMWDdeui1YG-02uj6BO4/s640/blogger-image-1575358173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgud73dC-6SeSRcaRTyTnP5rx0zZkBve1jU7IammOQsbZH-c7YWQ3nOjUWmEkvZ8d8b5K-3vbQl0kpCObCjJRAxz2F_R71kj0dTK2l4xZ66piQy5D5JDF8Yp38WMWDdeui1YG-02uj6BO4/s640/blogger-image-1575358173.jpg" /></a></div>Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-55321531682552336632012-09-17T19:23:00.001-07:002012-10-08T04:17:10.417-07:00Pregnant ???!!!!So, it was this time last year we learned we were pregnant, Labor Day weekend to be precise. Many of you have asked, so I'll tell you the story. See, last year about this time, I had lost almost 40 pounds. I was exercising, watching my diet, and doing all the stuff I should. I was feeling better than I had since having the boys,...,,,, until I started feeling awful. You know, nothing specific, no appetite, lingering nausea, and a few other symptoms. I told Jamie, I have to get to a doctor. I just knew something was wrong. Of course, I had it made up in my mind it was something serious, after all, I should be feeing my best. <br />
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On Friday before Labor Day while having lunch with some friends, one of them make a remark that they haven't felt like that since they were pregnant. I think they were referring to their hunger, but the only word i heard was pregnant! So, I started thinking about my symptoms and thinking, that is exactly how I felt when I was pregnant. Reluctantly, I bought a pregnancy test thinking that is the first question any reasonable doctor would ask, just so I could say I was positive that wasn't the cause of my symptoms. I mean more than one doctor told us we could never have a child on our own. I took the test all alone knowing that it would be negative. When I looked down and saw those two lines, I nearly passed out. I was thrilled and scared to death. After all, more than one doctor said it could never happen on our own, so I worried it was too good to be true. I wish I had a camera to get Jamie's expression. He was elated, and shocked beyond belief. It's hard to believe that was a year ago. Hannah is here and perfect. She is 4 months old, with 2 teeth, and sassy as can be. I wouldn't trade that little miracle for anything!Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-72916457512165961352012-09-17T19:14:00.001-07:002012-09-17T19:14:21.059-07:00First day blues!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3DQ3GUdVuV8HkOWpzmvgi9ZtQvUUx8jaNHECCNcfR_zu9ZN185lW1D6_2FX8BPgyLcahI-9Cpj97k6nlo9rWcveIsZdZK0TLlcy4015x0CO159OKyrSb7EStyvClbZM_pp1eKwCuqhg/s640/blogger-image-925048177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3DQ3GUdVuV8HkOWpzmvgi9ZtQvUUx8jaNHECCNcfR_zu9ZN185lW1D6_2FX8BPgyLcahI-9Cpj97k6nlo9rWcveIsZdZK0TLlcy4015x0CO159OKyrSb7EStyvClbZM_pp1eKwCuqhg/s640/blogger-image-925048177.jpg" /></a></div>Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-36823985409305664052012-09-17T19:12:00.004-07:002012-09-17T19:13:38.939-07:004 months!!!Can you believe it? Time is flying!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61wzAALnV5BAjmvcMjlFmBl7PGsjwhj2pGWckI_3egewgLc2STUWQkkhdcWfEy_T87_1GxjeB6XFkahQumS4CZxwfgiKfwUvz0c0sn-C9FQUVQ0s5NY52RFDu807c5850-gnyn7KMHgg/s640/blogger-image--581304698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61wzAALnV5BAjmvcMjlFmBl7PGsjwhj2pGWckI_3egewgLc2STUWQkkhdcWfEy_T87_1GxjeB6XFkahQumS4CZxwfgiKfwUvz0c0sn-C9FQUVQ0s5NY52RFDu807c5850-gnyn7KMHgg/s640/blogger-image--581304698.jpg" /></a></div>Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-6718404355192375492012-09-17T19:12:00.000-07:002012-09-17T19:12:10.373-07:00The new normalSo, many of you have asked how it is going now that everyone is back at school. I could lie and say it's all great, but I've really never been one to hide my feelings. It's going... Truthfully, I miss being home with Hannah. I know she's in great hands, but I can already see she is growing way too fast. See, I had the benefit of staying at home with the boys for their first year. It was the hardest job I've EVER had, but I was happy I got to have all those firsts with them. I can't help but feel like I'm missing out a little.<br />
We are finding our way. We are finding our new normal. See, normal always changes. My normal used to be mommy to 3- seven year old boys, full-time teacher, yada, yada, yada. My new normal is mom to 3-8 year old boys, and a baby girl, full time teacher, and the list goes on and on. My new normal includes football mom. See, I haven't been that in awhile. I'm having to learn my new normal. Learning a new normal can be a lot of fun, but it is pretty exhausting until you figure it out. That's where we are.... We are learning the new challenges, trying to be creative and overcome. We'll figure it out. We always do. In the meantime, work with me, we're doing everything we can to remain pleasant during these growing pains. <br />
Don't judge, I think we have had pizza three different times in the last 7 days. That's alright.... At least it was hot and edible. If it's any consolation, we did get to bed on time with our teeth brushed. One step at a time people....<br />
While we're figuring out this normal, I'll stop time so nothing changes. Lord knows tomorrow may be a new-new normal!Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-55041259975391691642012-08-15T06:17:00.001-07:002012-08-15T06:24:22.969-07:00Someone stole my spot!It looks like I'm not the only one that likes to sleep in his arms.....<br />
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Did I mention that Hannah HATES the car! I mean HATE! She usually screams the second she gets in the car. We did everything to get ready for this. We bought a new carseat, a portable DVD player, new toys. Yes, we realize she us already spoiled, and at this point we're alright with that. We live by the strict philosophy that we only get to have our kids for a little while. They grow way too fast, so we make the most of it! Anyway, we did it all, including pray that she would have an uneventful trip and leave at 4:30 in the morning. It all started off on the wrong foot. She screamed from our door to Huntington. Caleb was carsick; I was ready to turn back. However, Jamie stepped in and saved the day. He adjusted her carseat to make it a little more comfortable, gave her some magic Daddy love, and she was nearly perfect the rest of the way. :) the dramamine kicked in for caleb. You can't imagine my relief.<br />
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See, I love my kiddos and my life, but we NEEDED a vacation. Even though I would classify this summer as amazing with our new addition, it has been extremely stressful!<br />
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*We have a new baby.<br />
*Jamie finished his principalship in record time this summer in hopes of getting job this summer. When that didn't work out, we were disappointed to say the least.<br />
*I have not rebounded like I had hoped since having Hannah. Who would have thought that 8 years and 4 kids would take such a toll on a person. I mean, we really needed to relax.<br />
*Did I mention we have 3 rotten boys that keep us on our toes at least 16 of the 24 hours in a day.<br />
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So, when we arrived and found a beautiful home, on a private beach with happy kiddos, we were beyond happy. <br />
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We spent the week soaking up some family time, eating too much, laughing, playing cards, and even managed to get some time in with our toes in the sand.<br />
<br />Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-57361450725301176242012-08-07T18:39:00.001-07:002012-08-12T21:26:52.433-07:00FluttersToday, I have been married to my amazing husband for 13 wonderful years. So, I must start by saying thank you to the man that has managed to tolerate, love, and even appreciate me all this time. Trust me, I know I'm not all sunshine and lollipops. :) he deserves a medal for living with me and all these rascals. <br />
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Today, I was really thinking about the day I was married, and how I felt. I was truly excited to begin a new chapter of my life. I never for one second second-guessed if I was making a good decision. I knew he was the one!!! I was thinking about our love back then, and how it felt, and how it's changed. You know, I used to think it sounded so sappy that love grows over time. I now know what that means. <br />
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Back then, I got what I like to call the flutters. You know, the way it feels when you get that first kiss. Your stomach gets tight, and the world seems to tilt slightly off axis as your head swims. I mean this all in a good way for those that have never experienced it. I got the flutters when I heard his voice on my voicemail, the sight of him walking to my dorm room, the feeling of seeing him on one knee at Cave Run Lake. The flutters!<br />
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It's a little different now. A friend of mine is going through a difficult time right now in her marriage. She says, "It just feels different now. The excitement is gone." Well, I would agree its not the same now. We've experienced a lot of firsts together, and sometimes we have to work to keep keep excitement in our marriage, but our love has grown beyond that new love and developed into a lasting love! <br />
See, now my flutters are not every time I hear his voice. Sometimes, it's the quiet way I catch him watching me walk through our house; or the caring way he holds our daughter; or the way I see him try to mold my little men into a man or honor. Oh, trust me, I still get the flutters when we stop enough for a kiss, and when I see him emerge from the bathroom cleanly shaven and dressed for church. So, I would say it is different now. It is so much better!<br />
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Happy Anniversary! I love you so much!<br />
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Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-42913855448775749512012-07-23T20:18:00.001-07:002012-07-23T20:53:40.823-07:00I believe in miracles!I was looking at pinterest today and I saw a tattoo that said I believe in miracles. I thought, if i ever got a tattoo that would be the one for me! So, that got me thinking about some of the miracles in my life. <br />
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I have so many, I'm not sure I can even count! Some of them include my kiddos. For those that may not know our story.... Here it is.<br />
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Jamie and I couldn't get pregnant. We went to the doctor several times, and after about a year and a half he finally sent us to Cincinnati to see Dr. Hofmann. When we went to see him, he said we had a better chance of winning the lottery than having a baby on our own. We tried many medicines, had dozens of tests and visits to the doctor, and we finally got pregnant. However, that wasn't our miracle. We lost the baby very early. Needless to say, we were devastated, totally crushed. We were emotionally drained. I was physically tired, and our bank account had all that we could handle. So, we talked to the doctor. He said when we were ready to try again, just let him know. In just a few weeks, we got a call from the Dr. Saying that someone that was getting ready to have a baby dropped off over 1/2 of the meds we would need to try again. Infertility medicine is very expensive, and cannot be returned to the pharmacy. Even though it was in tamper-proof glass vials. SFNow that may not sound like much, but is was about $2,000 worth of medicine. I was hesitant to try again so early but it seemed as though God was opening a window for us. Jamie and I talked about it and prayed about it, and it felt right to try again. So, we started the process all over again. Now, I should mention the medicine and process that we used do not have a high risk for high order multiples. As a matter of fact, we were one of only a handful of triplets our doctor ever produced. <br />
When we got pregnant again, I was so scared the same thing would happen. When we went back, you could say we were definitely surprised to find out we were having triplets. The doctor told us then that we didn't have a good chance of carrying them. Now, don't get me wrong, the pregnancy was not easy, but they all made it here. We had an uphill battle at first, but we were all safe and sound! Three little miracles.<br />
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Now, it was easy to see why Hannah was such a wonderful surprise. We had been told more than once we would never have a baby on our own. Boy, we're they wrong. Jamie and I had always hoped for one more, but never in our best dreams did we think it would happen. Miracle number 4, I say!<br />
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I would include finding the love of my life as a true miracle as well. In todays world where people are getting divorced every day, I think our love is a miracle. Now would be a great time to mention that divorce rates of parents with multiples is even higher than the national average. Jamie and I have already weathered some pretty big hurdles and came out stronger. I think he's a keeper!<br />
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That's just some of the miracles in my life. I could go in any on. So if you ask, if I believe in miracles. I sure do! Some of them call me Mom. <br />
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It is not uncommon for him to wash the dishes. It is also not uncommon that I wake up in an empty bed. Even before I hear Hannah, he often gets up and feeds her at 3AM.(He says it's his favorite time with her. No one says a word if he rocks her even when she is asleep.) It is also very common that he cooks our dinner. See, we are partners. He does just as much as I do around the house. We work hard to keep this place going. Now, I don't want you to believe that he is perfect. He could never dream of organizing our closet, or matching Hannah's clothes, but he will try to help out with whatever needs to be done.<br />
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I do not have a picture of my empty sink. As a matter of fact, I almost never have an empty sink. Someone is always eating something here. I do, however, have a picture of the love of my life. He is the sink "emptyier", the trash-taker outer, the dinner cooker, the baby rocker(spoiler), athlete, super-dad, amazing husband. Sorry ladies, he's all MINE!!! I think that is way better than an empty sink picture anyway!Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169170914274854643.post-463755585985987232012-07-13T20:02:00.003-07:002012-07-13T20:03:15.346-07:00You are my sunshine!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnk0So4vmNr7i6tkvZjRWsrDcrd2EOg_l05HEq-zZxmM78BCCKst-VOfu5busmguxtHAPfyNO0tMxAyEXbSBZgmrJqgN2Gfj1P3hOpi0uUMTv_1Z8BrkwA8o2dYzV1ZKKPBfEe1G_vsX8/s1600/101_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnk0So4vmNr7i6tkvZjRWsrDcrd2EOg_l05HEq-zZxmM78BCCKst-VOfu5busmguxtHAPfyNO0tMxAyEXbSBZgmrJqgN2Gfj1P3hOpi0uUMTv_1Z8BrkwA8o2dYzV1ZKKPBfEe1G_vsX8/s320/101_0392.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a>Tonight I was sitting in the rocker with Hannah I look over to see all my men on the couch snuggled up watching the Reds play. I was singing You are my Sunshine to Hannah in an effort to put her to sleep. Now, let me be clear.... we have not had the best day. Hannah got two shots yesterday. So, today she had a low grade temperature and has been a big cranky mess. She has hardly smiled one second and whined, cried,or slept most of the day. For the first time, she was really wearing on the boys nerves. So, don't believe it's all rainbows and lollipops at our house. <br />
But, tonight as I sat singing to Hannah, and watching my men, I can honestly say I just fell in love all over again with these people that I call my family. Jamie's ability to love all of us beyond measure, and be the best Dad in the entire world; the boys undying love for each other, Hannah, and us; and Hannah's soft features as she lays snuggled in my arms. So, even on a difficult day, they are my sunshine!!!! If life gets any better I will need a bathtub because my cup runneth over!Campbellfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833923966084407300noreply@blogger.com0