tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77642117738767421782024-02-19T07:51:28.191-08:00The RodgersonsKatelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-68727553972570649252014-11-29T15:28:00.003-08:002014-11-29T15:47:13.601-08:00Isla KatherineIt's been two weeks with our little love. So I figured I better get her birth story written down. Prepare for a novel and some very intimate pictures. (note: I am grateful for my friend Lexi coming to take these pictures. I'm glad I have them and I'm happy to share them, sorry if they make you feel uncomfortable) :)<br />
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Heather came back in around 6:15 and I said I would love some medicine for this discomfort. She gave me something that made me feel a little out of it... okay really out of it... it was pretty funny, but I felt GOOOOD.<br />
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I got a new nurse around 7:30 - her name was Charmaine and she was so awesome. She was really firm when I needed to do something and she was really loving and nurturing when I needed that. When she came in I had just started feeling some small contractions. Dr. Smith came and broke my water around 8, that was weird. I felt like I peed for like 10 minutes. then things got real. I started to feel major contractions. After like 2 (that I cried through), I said it was time for the epidural. Kudos to those moms who go natural... but I don't have the pain tolerance for it!<br />
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I got my epidural, it was sort of a breeze. The worst part about it was having to sit still while I was still having contractions. I was sitting indian style on the hospital bed while the Dr. did his thing. I was whimpering and feeling really nauseous, and next thing I know the nurse is asking for juice and crackers to our room ASAP. Nope, not for me, for my sweet Trace. He isn't squeamish about needles, it was just seeing me in pain and he almost went DOWN. He wandered back to his chair and it took him hours to get full color back in his face. Poor guy.<br />
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My mom came at 8:45 and hung out with us for a while. It was so special having her there. It was so comforting to have her there. She was quiet and helpful and just knowing she was in the room was so comforting to me. I was still feeling great with my epidural, and I was still a little out of it from my earlier medicine. I asked my nurse if the anesthesiologist was on google review or if I could just fill out a comment card because he was so awesome... then when my Dr. was trying to explain something to me, all I could talk about was the grape slushy my nurse had just brought me.<br />
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At 9:20 I was at a 4.5 and 90%. Char said we'd probably have a baby around 4 or 5, which broke our hearts because Mom was supposed to leave at 3. Mom went home to pack her stuff so she could be ready to leave at any moment and Char started my Pitocin. I still couldn't feel a thing so we just rested and chatted and rested some more. at 11:50 I was at 8cm! We called Mom and Kristi to get back, and Char said the plan was to "rest and descend", AKA we were going to turn off the Pitocin and let Isla descend on her own. We started doing "practice pushes" at 12:10pm. Which is really just pushing without the Dr. there because the baby isn't close enough. They kept saying I was good at it, but I was so concerned because I couldn't feel anything and was really just making the face they make in the movies... ha.<br />
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I started to feel a pain in my hip that I promptly reported to the nurse. It was coming and going so we weren't too worried about it. Then it stopped coming and going, it was just constant pain in my left hip, it hurt when I pushed, and it hurt when I didn't push. I was miserable. Then I started to feel pain in my stomach as well. I was so done. We pushed the button to get an extra dose of the epidural medicine and Dr. Smith said he was going to get the vacuum because I was in too much pain to push. I was quietly sobbing between contractions/pushes and I wasn't super willing to keep pushing. He told me he opened the vacuum, so I knew I was on my last contraction and pushes no matter what.... I gave it all I had and everyone was telling me I was so close and to not give up... and boom there she was! Turns out they didn't even use the vacuum... My beautiful, meconium covered, cone headed daughter was finally here. They put her right on my chest and I didn't even care that I was covered in poop. Okay, it was kinda nasty, but I still loved her so much.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Obviously not flattering... but just about as real as it gets. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I will always cherish this picture of my sweet mother-in-law comforting me, she was telling me how great of a mom I was going to be</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bet you weren't ready for that alien cone head... it's okay, it went down fast</td></tr>
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They cleaned her up and brought her back and I have never been more grateful. Every miserable moment in the last 9 months was worth it. I had my beautiful little baby and my sweet husband and all was well and right in the world. That night while I was staring at her in my recovery room I thanked my Heavenly Father for not only getting me through pregnancy, but for blessing me with such a sweet healthy baby. I'm so blessed to have her spirit in our home.<br />
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Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-4003068602671715352014-11-19T11:06:00.002-08:002014-11-19T11:34:43.707-08:00PregnantWell. I seem to have neglected my blog. So let's recap JUST a bit...<br />
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Right after our first anniversary, Trace had a prompting that it may be time to start our family. I have wanted children since day one so there was no need to convince me. But, after about a week of praying and seeking an answer from the Lord, we decided the timing was right. It was a very special moment for me watching Trace sit quietly, and then just look up at me and say "it's right."<br />
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Well, Fertile Myrtle over here was pregnant right away and to be honest, we weren't that surprised. We were so excited! After we decided the timing was right, and being the hypochondriac that I am, I was convinced I knew I was pregnant and googled every possible symptom every single day. I took probably 10 pregnancy tests, all negative and was getting a little sad. I had one pregnancy test left and Trace hid it from me until it was actually the right time to take a test, I had been taking them way too early. I was so convinced that I secretly went to Walgreens and bought another one. I saved it until the next day when Trace left for work. Then there it was, that little blue plus sign I was yearning for. I called Trace and made him turn around and he came home so I could tell him we were having a baby! All day I'd try to text him about it and he'd say "shh!" -- ha! via text! like someone could read it at any moment. I think we were both just in a little bit of shock, but so excited still.<br />
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I had no idea the ride I was about to go on. For the next 9 months my digestive system pretty much shut down. EVERYTHING I ate made me sick. I threw up anywhere from 4x a day to once a week for my entire pregnancy. I was luckily able to sleep pretty well my whole pregnancy, but I figured I deserved it because of what I was going through as far as eating went.<br />
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At each Dr's appointment my Dr. would say "everything's perfect!". I kept saying I was going to sue him if something went wrong and he should use a word besides perfect... :)<br />
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The weeks slowly went by and soon enough I was 40 weeks! I hadn't been progressing, I was at 1 cm and 70% effaced and Dr. Smith told me to plan on being induced at 41 weeks.<br />
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To be continued...Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-5896946107863718682013-10-29T09:41:00.004-07:002013-10-29T09:41:56.188-07:00HappierI truly married the best man in the whole world. Nay, Universe.<br />
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Last night as we were going to sleep, your sweet daddy says...<br />
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"Hey. I think about you all day. I try to think about ways to help you. I always feel happier when I'm helping you."<br />
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And guess what! I feel happier when I'm helping him too. We are figuring this marriage thing out. It is 0% about me or about how clean my house is or cute I can decorate it or how skinny I am... It is 100% about serving my sweet husband. And letting him serve me. I love him so very much. I will never be able to thank Heavenly Father enough for letting us find each other.<br />
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Also kids, I can't wait to have you. Give me just another year or so to keep get out of school! Then I promise I'll try to get you down here as soon as I can.Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-7202809319970736112013-10-09T13:55:00.003-07:002013-10-09T13:55:47.814-07:00No Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life is busy these days. I only see your Daddy for about 2 hours every day. Which totally stinks! (That's not including the 7 hours we sleep) I have a lot to complain about with a full work and school schedule. But, I have far more to be grateful for. </div>
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Even right now, I should be doing homework. I just feel overwhelmed with gratitude for this amazing life I have the blessing of leading. I started keeping a grateful journal and it has helped my attitude immensely. </div>
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My dear friend Cyndi gave me some great advice. Put your calling first and everything will fall into place. I hope that when I'm finally your mommy, I can put that calling first. But, for now. I put my laurels first. I pray for them so hard. I search for ways I can help them better. And, guess what! I got an 80% on a New Testament exam I thought I would fail, and I also nailed a Geology exam! Things do fall into place. I also have a very strong testimony of tithing. Elder Bednar helped me realize that in his talk last Saturday. Dad and I have many blessings because we pay our tithing. It has never been a question either. We have been very blessed. </div>
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I'm so grateful to have the priesthood in my home. Just when I thought this schedule was going to be too much for me, your father laid his hands on my head and gave me a priesthood blessing. So that I could sort out my priorities and get through this busy time. That man I married is so wonderful. He blesses my life every day. And he never complains that I haven't cooked a meal in 2 months. Whoops! </div>
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Our little life is beautiful. I have to get through these rough, busy, but amazing times so I can finally bring you little nuggets into this world! That also terrifies me. It's a rough world. And it is getting far worse. The Church is true. I love it with all my heart. </div>
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<br /><br />Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-5738880536166472242013-08-24T10:08:00.001-07:002013-08-24T10:08:27.698-07:00Our first home Hey kids. I wanted to post a picture of our first home so I can always remember! Let's begin!<br /><br />First is the kitchen! Here's our front door, which is technically a back door! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1032.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1032.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Those flowers on the table were in my car when I got off work last week. Your dad is a gem. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1033.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1033.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And here's my limited counter space where I have made many meals, and ruined just as many. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1034.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1034.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We keep a calendar on the fridge so I don't have to be mean and pester dad about the upcoming events in our life. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1035.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1035.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Then we move right on into the family room! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1036.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1036.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We got the TV from dads uncle who just happened to leave it at grandma and grandpas house when he moved to Hawaii! Lucky! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1037.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1037.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1038.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1038.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Just in case people forget where the are, we put our last name everywhere...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1039.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1039.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1040.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1040.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here's our desk. Study area, recording area, we are gonna be one crazy family. <br /><br /><br />Nothing real exciting about the bathroom...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1047.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1047.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1145.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1145.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Or a hallway... <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1146.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1146.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Here's our cute bedroom. We have the comfiest bed in the whole world. Our mattress was a wedding present from grandma and grandpa cook!! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1147.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1147.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It gets really hot cuz we don't control the AC. So we always have our fan on! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1148.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1148.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We also don't want to pay for drapes. So this suffices. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1149.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1149.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1150.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1150.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />And last but not least... Because it can never stay clean... The "hotel de la shoe" as daddy calls it :)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/08/24/1151.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/08/24/s_1151.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Here's to more memories. <br />Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-78686425160227981242013-07-24T15:32:00.001-07:002013-07-24T15:32:43.882-07:00Birthday BoyIt's Trace's birthday! Happy birthday future daddy!! (Just a reminder, this blog is ALWAYS directed towards our future kids; that was not an announcement.)<br /><br />I know we haven't been very active on this blog, but I wanna wish my amazing partner in crime a happy birthday. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/07/24/2189.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/07/24/s_2189.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We have almost been married for 6 months! That's crazy! Here are some things I have loved about my best friend during this fun newlywed time. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/07/24/2190.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/07/24/s_2190.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He goes to bed late, which I don't like. But he always makes sure to say prayers with me and kiss my head. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/07/24/2191.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/07/24/s_2191.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/07/24/2192.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/07/24/s_2192.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He always puts family first. He is always saying we should stop by and say hi. I love when he asks when we get to watch the nephews again. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/07/24/2193.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/07/24/s_2193.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He is always trying to speak my love language. Which changes really often. I can always tell that he is trying to convey his love for me. I adore that. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/07/24/2194.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/07/24/s_2194.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He is always willing to run errands with me, even on busy Saturdays. <br /><br />I also love his music. So I hope he enjoys his new recording equipment!! <br /><br />Love you honey bunch. <br />Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-44135779016262007932013-05-15T09:41:00.002-07:002013-05-15T09:41:31.201-07:00Hiatus. Sorry. <div style="text-align: center;">
Wow! It's been a really really long time! </div>
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Remember me complaining about hormones and all that jazz? Well, the problem is fixed! Hooray! Your Dad and I are in the greatest groove! We are communicating, compromising, and I can't think of another C. </div>
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The thing is, since we got through the craziness of psycho Katelin, life seems like a breeze now! We are really looking out for each other and putting each other's needs first. This, kids, is love. </div>
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Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-88987467297328826852013-03-12T22:13:00.001-07:002013-03-12T22:16:20.874-07:00Intolerant. Thank heavens I'm not referring to my sweet husband. He is quite tolerant. <br />What isn't, is my body.<br />Oh kids I hope I don't pass this on to you.<br />My whole life I have had two true loves. Your father... And ice cream. <br />However this weekend, as my hormones were giving me grief... I started realizing there was a pattern to my discomfort. It was strictly correlated with dairy. <br />Now I haven't confirmed this yet, but I plan to go without for a few days to make my final decision. <br />Funny story. <br />Today I didn't have any dairy all day. Then my loving husband, your sweet father, made me a milkshake. Since then I have felt like I should throw up because something isn't digesting right. <br />After your dad's friend left tonight, he came to lie down next to me. I began telling him how sad I was because I love milk and ice cream. Unfortunately, my hormones are RAGING. It turned into a full blown cry session and anxiety attack. We were laughing so hard but I also couldn't breathe because I was crying so hard. <br />"Katelin stop crying!!"<br />"I ca-a-an't!!! *gasp*" <br />"What's the matter?!"<br />"I *sniff* want to eat ice cream on the cruuuuuuise!!" *gasp for air*"<br /><br />Good times. <br />Well ice cream, goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. <br /><br />Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-73999415186197161832013-03-09T21:50:00.000-08:002013-03-09T21:50:00.756-08:00Hypochondriac<div style="text-align: center;">
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There's a little pill I have to take to make sure you don't come yet. It's been giving me some real issues and making my body really upset at me sometimes. </div>
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I get random headaches, random nausea attacks, and random cramps. Oh, and also it makes me really mad for no apparent reason. </div>
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Your father is sure that I'm a hypochondriac. That's a big word, kids. It means I'm a crazy person who thinks I'm sick all the time. But, the good news is. He stays by my side through it all. He is always offering to help and canceling plans to be with me. (even if I tell him not to) </div>
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Mishaps and Miracles of a MexiKennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049949866276004788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-30441419897175558272013-02-26T20:27:00.002-08:002013-02-26T20:27:29.879-08:00Four Years Ago. I'm sure you already know by now, but our first kiss, your father and I, was quite memorable. I'm sure the dating scene has evolved, or maybe it's regressed and no one even talks face to face anymore... either way, I probably don't let you date. The point is! Back in our day, there was this thing called a "DTR" (define the relationship). This meant you had to have a seriously awkward conversation. I hate confrontation... so young Katelin and Trace decided that after we had kissed, we had defined our relationship. <div>
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Guess what happened [almost] four weeks ago... We got married! Huzzah! It was the most perfect day of my whole life. </div>
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After that perfect day, we went to New York! We had more perfect times. And some not so perfect times. AKA they lost my bag... but we got it later! don't worry! I'll post more on that in a while... </div>
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Here's the gist, kids. The last four weeks have been the most fun, most crazy, most memorable, biggest learning experiences... of my life so far! I can't wait to tell you all about our crazy newlywed life. When we budgeted every penny, when I worked so hard to master recipes and be a good housewife. When we got into silly fights about baby blankets in our bed, and when we fell madly in love all over again because we got to stay up late talking about nothing every single night. </div>
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I've already gotten sick and your daddy was a champ taking care of me. Making trips to the store for NyQuil, kneeling next to me to pray when that NyQuil had already kicked in and I was too doped up to kneel, etc. etc. etc. </div>
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We pray every night and I know it makes a difference in our marriage. I hope we have taught you the same. Telling your Heavenly Father about your day should be one of your favorite things to do! He loves you, and so do we! </div>
Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-26324446621308032262013-02-11T21:51:00.000-08:002013-02-11T21:51:16.331-08:00As IsDear Kids,<br />
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This is my first letter to you, and the moral of the story is, your father is crazy. But, I love him oh so much.<br />
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Kids, you know how every time you try to ride on the shopping cart, I abruptly tell you to get right off? Well that's because one time, when mommy and daddy were out shopping, daddy thought it would be a good idea to ride the shopping cart.<br />
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We had just left Bed, Bath, and Beyond; we were using all of the gift cards from our wedding! Then we were headed to Target to do the same, we even got a gift card for Olive Garden, we were so excited to eat there!<br />
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Daddy tried to stay calm, but he doesn't do very well with pain... we made it to Target, but not far in the parking lot. I was ordered to stop the car, get out, recline his seat, then go to the hospital. Instead, I called Nurse Kristi. Your Grandma Rodgerson is one cool cookie in situations like this!<br />
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We stayed in the parked car and took deep breaths for a long time then finally drove to Grandma's house.<br />
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She helped us clean out Daddy's hand. And now Daddy's in bed watching LOST.<br />
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I love him.<br />
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Yesterday when I was upset because your father likes to be wrapped up in blankets and not under the covers with me in bed, Grandma Rodgerson told me it was just like when you buy a skirt with a broken zipper. The tag says you get it "As Is" and you like it a lot in the store with the broken zipper. Then you take it home, and you always have the skirt with the broken zipper! Well, it's a bit extreme. But when you get married, you get your spouse AS IS!! I love my broken zipper. He makes me laugh. All the time.Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-21359021356467463432013-02-11T21:35:00.001-08:002013-02-11T21:35:24.398-08:00Something New. <div style="text-align: center;">
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A new point of view for our blog. Each entry will be addressed to our future children. This is gonna be awesome. </div>
Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-37612822644064336582013-01-12T08:37:00.001-08:002013-01-12T08:38:59.838-08:00Credit. When my dear Trace does something sweet, he never does it so he can get some points or anything like that. I can always tell he does out of genuine love and care. Often times he does it quietly without telling me what's happening. Whether its doing the dishes or just getting up to refill my drink. Last night was a wonderful example. And I would like to give credit where credit is due. <br />This is a very detailed account. But I never want my kids to not know that their father loves their mother very much. <br />Around 10:00 I started getting a headache. I usually get a headache around 10:00 it's weird. So I laid on his bed and slept while he cleaned his room and wrote some letters. Then he napped too, we woke up about 11:45 and I felt like I was going to to die. Everyone at work has had the flu so of course I was panicking, praying I wouldn't throw up. Trace had to drive me home anyway, so we went downstairs, he gathered all my things (I had lots of extra stuff for some reason) put me in the car and drove me home. I thought to myself, he is so sweet. But then we got home. He carried everything in and I said "thanks honey, drive safe getting home!" He turned me around, pushed me down to my room (gently), stayed outside the door and pulled it shut. I put my pjs on and opened the door to tell him goodbye, he pulled me upstairs, put toothpaste on my toothbrush and walked out again. Then pulled me back to my room, tucked me in, held my hands and said a beautiful prayer. I said thank you and goodnight and he said "oh I'm not leaving until you're asleep" then Kelsey told us she felt awkward cuz we were whispering so we went upstairs by the fire. He tickled my back (which I think he hates so its even sweeter when he does it for extended periods of time) while I wiggled around wanting to die. I finally found a comfy spot totally facing away from him. Poor thing, I didn't even feel like cuddling. I fell asleep around 12:45 and woke up at 1:30. I hope he slept too. He made sure I'd be ok then drove home on the icy roads. <br />I have no doubt I am going to be well taken care of the rest of my life. <br />I love you Tracer. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/01/12/809.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/01/12/s_809.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-55244265751676821692013-01-08T13:29:00.001-08:002013-01-08T13:29:06.006-08:00Running Late<div style="text-align: center;">
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Only eat crappy fast food once a week (McDonalds, Wendy's, Taco Bell)</div>
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strengthen every insecurity<br />
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It's no easy choice, the one we made.<br />
But, we made it together.<br />
It was the best thing I've ever done.<br />
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I love him more every single day.<br />
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I hope you started singing the song from Enchanted when you saw this post's title. This is long, and personal. It's for the kids. </div>
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Some of my dear friends have asked me, "how do you know?"</div>
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I mean, this is a big decision, the whole marriage thing. It's like I'm shopping for shoes, but if I buy the shoes then I have to wear those shoes every day for the rest of my life! Just kidding, I'm not relating my fiance to a pair of shoes. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyway, I decided to document how I know, just, you know, for the posterity. </span><br />
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For anyone living under a rock, I didn't know if I was supposed to get married or go on a mission a year ago. But, I had to decide if I wanted to start my papers or not in April. I prayed. and I prayed. I fasted and I prayed some more. Then I went to the temple and did it all over again. I was feeling so good about a mission but I was feeling so good about Trace as well. Then I realized, Trace is on a mission. I'm not going to receive revelation that I should marry him. It's not the time. I also had a very cool experience with my patriarchal blessing, which speaks about "choosing" my companion. (I always thought this just meant so many people would want to marry me, I'd get to choose... whoops) I was very content with my decision.<br />
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It wasn't three days after Trace got home before he started a sentence and then said "never mind". I pried, because I'm a prier. He said "it's too personal!" I came back with "you tell me EVERYTHING!" then I realized... "wait, is it about marriage?" "yeah..." I don't know if I was ready for this conversation. I hadn't prayed about it since he'd been home! I didn't have time! He'd been home 3 days! But, alas, we had the conversation. <br />
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Apparently, Trace had been doing a lot of thinking and pondering about the two of us. He kept joking with his companion that he was going to propose the day he got home! And his cute Honduran companion would say "No! Elder Rodgerson! You have to wait!" Well, the time came for Trace to come home, but before he did, he got to go to the Preston temple. He sat in the chapel, thinking about yours truly, and what starts playing on the organ? Oh, only my favorite hymn, Lead Kindly Light. Now, don't forget, he's telling me this story 3 days after I haven't seen him in 2 years. I should be freaking out and running from this creepo. But, no. The spirit was out of control powerful. I wasn't even asking, and I was being told, this is right. So, that was the first time I knew.<br />
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<br />But how do I know I can put up with living with a man for the rest of my life? Well, I wanted to make sure I could always recognize why I love Mr. Trace so much. So I started keeping a list. On my phone. Every night when I got home, I'd put a couple reasons down.<br />
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1. I would rather talk to you than text you<br />
2. You are so ridiculously good looking<br />
3. You play with me, no matter who's watching<br />
4. You dance for me even if you look like an idiot<br />
5. We rap while we clean your room. You on point T?<br />
6. You open my car door.<br />
7. You spend time at my house<br />
8. You always tell me I "look very nice"<br />
9. You always walk me to the door at night<br />
10. You tell me how you feel<br />
11. You learn new things about me, even if they are the tiniest details, you ask questions<br />
12. Sometimes you're needy like me<br />
13. We always pray together, you taught me to talk about my prayer first. Your prayers make me so happy<br />
14. The way you are with my family melts my heart<br />
15. You call me sweetheart and sweet girl<br />
16. You hold my hand when we drive<br />
17. You love your mama<br />
18. I love your mama<br />
19. You always offer to help<br />
20. You carry my things for me, no matter what I'm holding<br />
21. You are just as excited to be married as me<br />
22. You tuck me in when I'm sick<br />
23. You tell me I'm beautiful<br />
24. You are friends with my mom<br />
25. Your prayers are so sincere. I know you know ho you're praying to<br />
26. I love your relationship with Heavenly Father<br />
27. We can just drive and not talk<br />
28. We can talk about ANYTHING<br />
29. You are so sensitive to me and my feelings<br />
30. You work so hard to balance all your relationships<br />
31. You look our for my relationships with my family and sisters<br />
32. You let me use a million pet names and sometimes you use them too<br />
33. You love me so much and you work so hard to improve and strengthen our relationship<br />
34. You eat what I cook and compliment it every time, even if I mess it up<br />
35. You hold my hand at church<br />
36. You read me scriptures while I lay in bed<br />
37. You rub my shoulders, even if I have to ask<br />
38. You tell me you love me<br />
39. You get worried when you don't hear from me<br />
40. You asked me to marry you!<br />
41. You do cheesy things like scavenger hunts because you know I love them<br />
42. You come see me for fifteen minutes so we don't go a day without seeing each other<br />
43. You call me and text me before you go to sleep even if I'm sleeping<br />
44. Did I mention how attractive you are?<br />
45. You make me laugh<br />
46. I am so giddy when I leave your house<br />
47. I miss you so much when I'm not with you<br />
48. We can take naps together on the same couch and not even touch, we both love sleeping that much<br />
49. My nephews love you and you are amazing with them. You will be a wonderful father<br />
50. You let me buy you food and you don't make a big deal about it<br />
51. We are really good at communicating (mostly)<br />
52. I love your memory. You can recall the tiniest things about experiences we have had together<br />
53. I love how we pray together, I feel so safe with you holding my hands<br />
54. You give me genuine compliments and you make sure I understand and accept them.<br />
55. You help me with my homework<br />
56. Your art is so wonderful and I love how dedicated you are to it.<br />
57. You know the scriptures so well<br />
58. You don't like haunted houses<br />
59. You say cheesy things, and you mean them<br />
60. You listen to the spirit when you pray<br />
61. You care so much for Zach<br />
62. You play with Joshy<br />
63. Your parents love you and you love them<br />
64. You have so much respect for your sister and her hubby<br />
65. You don't get sick of me even when we are together from 8:45am-11:45pm<br />
66. You help clean up<br />
67. When neither of us want to leave our houses you show up at my house<br />
68. You are so at home at my house<br />
69. You have to let go of my hand to tell a story so you can talk with your hands<br />
70. You let me wear your favorite and only pair of shorts home because I'm too tired to change<br />
71. You like to snuggle, just like me. And, when I move away, you follow<br />
72. You drive me home and get me ready for bed when I have anxiety attacks... (it was once!)<br />
73. You like to say "fiance"<br />
74. You understand how much anxiety I get with all the wedding stuff and you are very sensitive to that<br />
75. You put me first. All the time<br />
76. You are willing to spend all day with my extended family even when you aren't feeling well. Because you know it's important to me.<br />
77. You tell me mission stories<br />
78. "Why do I like you? You're so obnoxious, but I can't get enough of it!"<br />
79. You make me out-of-control-zero-attractive laugh my head off<br />
80. You keep things light. When we need to have serious talks, you find ways to joke and relax me<br />
81. You are literally my best friend.<br />
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Well, there you have it. And there are more reasons every day.<br />
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I can't wait to marry this guy.Katelin and Tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11138814432952214929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764211773876742178.post-57174386884279573102012-12-04T20:47:00.000-08:002012-12-04T20:47:14.046-08:00That time we got engaged. <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So... we need to go back a while. Let's go back to our trip to Colorado. I saw a text on Trace's phone that said "it's okay, she's napping"... and at that moment, I was determined to figure out what was going on. So I plotted. Trace went downstairs to shower and I snuck down to find his phone, he had been sending pictures of RINGS to his mother! She said, "how are you sending these so close to her?" Hence his message that I saw... </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As time passed I was getting so antsy! I kept saying what are you waiting for?! He knew I was making a big deal about having a photographer and a videographer at the wedding and it drove him crazy because he thinks it's unnecessary (He's learned his lesson there), but anyway he kept saying "I'm waiting for my photographer and videographer!" I knew he was mocking me, that punk. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So next thing we know It's the weekend of October 22 I told my dear boyfriend that I had a hair appointment on Monday and he said "uhh... could you reschedule it?" busted again! So I knew it would be Monday. He told me to stay at work and he would come get me. Which was weird... but I said okay. I waited in my car, and next thing I knew, up runs a photographer, and a videographer. I had been tricked. Trace's sweet cousins were going to be with me the whole time and he REALLY WAS waiting for them to be available!! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I'm not <a href="http://www.katelinjoany.blogspot.com/">Just Kate</a> anymore! I've got a super attractive new counterpart. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Soon I'll be posting our engagement story, and everything that's been happening! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Stay Tuned!</span></div>
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