tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203837552024-03-07T06:04:11.642-08:00the staley familyStaley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.comBlogger235125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-22534365079292764822016-03-06T00:01:00.000-08:002016-03-06T00:01:07.041-08:00WE MOVED!!! AhhhThe Staley Family has set foot on another journey, back to the Ward and Stake that they came from. After 5 years with our wonderful Ceres 2nd Ward family, we bought a house where we had come from. It wasn't for a lack of trying to stay in Ceres. Many days looking at homes to purchase, many offers on homes we thought would be accepted, and our Heavenly Father needed us back in Modesto. We were sad to say goodbye to such great friends and acquaintances, but life is taking us onto new experiences and challenges. And We Can't Wait. <br />
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Madeline has moved on to a new school just down the street from our new home. On her second day at her new school she was asked to be one of the classroom representatives for the student council. She has no problem fitting in and finding her way around. She is our little go getter.<br />
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Cameron is still at his old school. Change is far more difficult for him than for his sister. Especially with the quarter still not finished and he is afraid of bad grades. He will move on to his new junior high at the end of the quarter. Barring any issues, he should do great at his new school. A fresh start is what we (parents) think he needs.<br />
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Paul and I are hard at work trying to complete our unpacking duties, fix small little minor issues that need tending to in our new house, and work and take care of our little family all at the same time. It is exhausting most days, but in the end well worth it. We have a home that we can call our own. We can make changes and memories to last a lifetime. That is what makes this change all the easier to work with. Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-17275254333634066462015-08-30T21:17:00.001-07:002015-08-30T21:17:27.470-07:00Life in General<span style="font-family: inherit;">Welcome to another post about our comings and goings. The Staley Family just keeps trucking on. We take our hits, but nothing stops us. We motor along and wait for the next hit. What else is there to do. We can't give up and we don't give up and we won't ever give up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Madeline is still our little Marfan, but we have way more questions than answers at this time. If you'd like to learn more please head to www.marfan.org. They have so much info. She is in the process of getting braces. A process she is not looking forward to for the next couple of years. She still is our little fish. She amazes me in the water. She just makes it look so effortless. Who knows where it will take her. I hope it takes her where she wants to go...where that is hasn't been decided yet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Cameron is probably going to be heading to an eye operation in the near future. He has a pretty severe case of double vision that happens very often. We were hoping to fix it with some prisms in his eyewear, but he has to make things difficult by seeing two on the horizontal and vertical plane. That's the breaks. He is very active with school, reading and golf. He may not be very good...probably because his eyesight was much worse than originally thought, but he keeps on trucking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Paul is busy with the Scouts and work and kids and being mister mom when he is off and I am working. He is an amazing strength and support for me. I could not do what I do without him. Someday he will be recognized on more than just the home front. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am still the hard working mom who runs and runs and thinks I can do it all on my own without the help of others. I am a work in progress. My Young Women and my kids keep me going every direction, but I probably would not know what to do with myself if I was't going everywhere. </span><br />
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<br />Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-36175452608574572882015-01-30T08:06:00.001-08:002015-01-30T08:06:52.121-08:00News From the HomefrontIt has been quite awhile since I have posted. Our little family has had some interesting life changes that has made us reflect more on our little family and how important it is that we are together as much as possible. <br />
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Our little Bama (Madeline), has gone in for routine cardiology appts. since she was 4 years old. She was diagnosed with a mitral valve prolapse with regurgitation at that time. On Nov. 17, 2014 she went in for her routine cardiology appt., but it wasn't routine. They noticed a change in her aortic root and stem. There was some growth. Blood tests and genetics confirmed what the cardiologist thought she might have, Marfan Syndrome. A genetic disorder that affects the connective tissue in the body. The family is being tested as well. We are awaiting test results to come back for the rest of us. Our little active athlete now has a condition that does not allow her to play any contact sports or do any heavy lifting of any sort. As it may put a strain on the area of her aorta that is already weakened by her disorder. <br />
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Yesterday we had a scare that no parent ever wants. I got a call while I was a work saying Madeline was complaining of pressure and a sharp pain in her chest. A call to the advice nurse and we were on our way to the ER for some tests to rule out any of the scary stuff that can happen with Marfan Syndrome (aortic dissection or pneumothorax). All test came back normal so they think that it may by musculoskeletal pain due to her Marfan disorder. The muscles that run along the chest wall could have loosened causing discomfort because of shifting. It's all kind of crazy, but we take it in stride, keep her medical history in a binder for future appt., and continue on with a little piece in the back of our mind to watch our little Bama very closely. <br />
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<br />Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-83531947970338378482014-09-28T07:51:00.000-07:002014-09-28T07:51:38.577-07:00Some Thought and ReflectionI took some time off to take care of me. I get into funks now and then because I compare myself to others. Mainly those who have the unique opportunity to stay home with their children. Something I have wanted and feel that I need. I came to the conclusion that maybe I need this struggle to better prepare myself, my family and my spirit for what may come in the future. I don't know what the future holds, but after listening to Pres. Uctdorfs (LDS General Authority and Counselor in the Presidency) I realize I need to close my umbrella and accept blessings as they fall from heaven. <br />
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Got to spend a great day yesterday with a great bunch of youth at the temple and now I feel ready to take on the world.<br />
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I have, though, had some changes that I never did see coming...or maybe a little. I was called nearly 6 months ago to become our Young Womens president for our ward. I had every intention of saying no. With my busy work schedule and mom schedule there was just no way it was going to work out, but something wouldn't let me say no. I had to say yes. I am not perfect and have made some mistakes, but I have learned a great deal from the wonderful girls. They make me a better person and help me accept what I cannot change.<br />
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Paul has been called as the First Counselor and Scoutmaster for our ward's Young Mens group. This makes life even busier for our family of four. But I have seen a change in him that makes my heart melt. For so many years, because of his occupation and different schedules, he hadn't been able to hold a calling that, in my opinion, made him feel that he was really doing anything. Now he carries himself in different way, in a good way, in a better way.<br />
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Cameron turned 11 and joined the ranks of the Boy Scouts. No more Cub Scouts for my boy. Now he gets to spend his time with his dad at Scouts. He loves it. <br />
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Madeline has hit growth spurt after growth spurt. She is nearly as tall as her brother and doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. She can hardly wait for her 8th birthday and everything that comes with being 8. <br />
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We have been busy with the kids swim season and both kids qualified for the Meet of Champions in Woodland, CA. I couldn't be more happy of their success. I have fish for children. Can't wait to see what happens in 2 weeks. I hope, that no matter where they finish,<br />
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A picture of my little fish at the beach in Santa Cruz. Madeline loved the ocean and being in it, Cameron loves it from the safety of the beach.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-34965698085274896232014-04-08T22:54:00.001-07:002014-04-08T22:54:25.400-07:00Lemons & LemonadeJust when I thought that life had handed me all the lemons to make lemonade, a few more were thrown my way just to add to the fun. We all know the saying "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade", but I have way to many lemons and not enough pitchers to hold the lemonade that is needing to be made.<br />
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Today my kids and I had a cry fest. A cry fest that is one for the ages. I miss being at home with my kids. They miss me being home. I feel guilty because I have to work so much away from home and they feel bad because I have to work outside the home. It is a catch 22 lately. When we think we are headed in a direction that will give me a chance to be the "stay at home mom" it all comes crashing back to reality that it can't happen yet. And I suffer in silence until I break and my kids break, because they know how much I miss being the mom that I feel had to take a back seat to help our situation and give our kids opportunities to grow and develop into the individuals that they want to be someday. <br />
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Sacrificing is so hard and so is making lemonade. Especially when the lemons keep coming. And so there will be lots of lemonade on hand if anyone is looking for some. I have a lot.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-71102343873873160542014-03-30T21:29:00.003-07:002014-03-30T21:29:52.963-07:00Again and again and againIt has been a few weeks since I last wrote. I had been avoiding the blog, because it would be the same old story. <br />
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I have worked outside the home from the beginning of our marriage. Kids were born, and I continued to work. Our kids have come to an age where I wish I was home. And every week I am wishing that this particular dream/blessing would come to light and come true. And every week I sink a little lower when it doesn't happen. <br />
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I love what I do, but it has changed since last year. I find myself just trying to make it through the day without letting on how miserable I am. My problem, I bring my misery home because I have no outlet at work. I am consistently helping everyone, but myself. I help the PT in the office, I help the patients in office, I help the receptionist in the office, I come home and I help the kids as best I can. Yet, I always bring a poor attitude home and it affects me, and I know it affects my children. I try so hard and yet I feel like they keep their distance because they are afraid of tipping the scale to far and getting an earful from their me. <br />
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I can't keep up at home. My life is being affected in ways that I didn't want to happen. I just want for someone to see beyond my fake smile and know that I am not okay, because I won't tell anyone, because I have to stay strong. I have to maintain that everything on the inside is the same as the outside. <br />
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I feel lost and am trying to find my way. Someday soon it has to all change for the better.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-64466942187047437082014-03-03T20:42:00.001-08:002014-03-03T20:42:35.907-08:00The Dreaded Phone Call From Your Child's SchoolYou all know those phone calls. The ones where the secretary is telling you to remain calm. Are you able to come to the school and pick up your child. There was an accident. You might want to have him checked out. That is the phone call that I received at 11:11 am this morning while at work. Those are the only phone calls that I take when I am at work if there are patients in the office. <br />
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Here are the details of what happened. All mom's of boys have all had this happen at some point. If it hasn't happened yet, give it some time, it will. Cameron was playing on the playground equipment. Somehow or another he was tripped while running up the stairs, fell down, and his face and mouth met the next step. Which made for a cracked front tooth and another very loose front tooth. <br />
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A trip to the dentist, and he said we should wait until Friday to see what happens with the roots of his two front teeth, in the event that there was so much trauma that a root canal would need to happen. He didn't want to do any work today if there was more work that was going to need to happen. A big relief to my pocket book at this point. <br />
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I remember a similar situation during my elementary school years, only my teeth met a rather sturdy metal pole. To this day I have never played fox in a box. Lesson for those with little girls who like to jump rope, make sure to look strait ahead, and don't look back to see if you are going to be tagged, metal poles come out of nowhere and crack teeth. My situation was not nearly as severe as my son's. I did though have to have the tooth repaired, I exposed the nerve and that is very painful. I had to have the same dentistry work done two years later after the first because my face met the side of a pool while playing Marco Polo. Did I mention I have a very expensive mouth. I do, 6 years of braces, two sets of retainers (3 if you count the pair I broke in Jr. High) and now a crown to boot. <br />
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I can look at this event and be grateful though. At least Cameron did not hit his nose that was repaired during the summer. He ran into a metal pole (those darn metal poles again), broke it, and had to have surgery to repair it. I have come to realize that there are probably many more times that something is going to happen to Cameron and his mouth, nose, or face in years to come. There is just something about that kid. He must have a target on that cute little face of his. <br />
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I think we are going to be doing a lot of washing to see if we can remove the target. Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-29563856090301929482014-02-25T21:24:00.001-08:002014-02-25T21:24:37.513-08:00Paul Revere AKA Cameron StaleyToday I had the opportunity to play mom instead of employee for a small window of time this morning. I forgot how much enjoyed walking my kids to school and listening to the conversations they hold with one another. It usually consists of one telling the other that they are going to fast, to turn into a foot race to see who can get there first. <br />
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Today though, I got to watch our Cameron-Man perform his best Paul Revere (in costume) for a history lesson in class today. Having that small opportunity, and watching him grin knowing that I sacrificed some pay and time from work to see him, made all the difference in the world. <br />
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My perspective needs a little kick sometimes. And sometimes I need to stop and smell the roses and just let things be. So what if my house isn't spotless, it just shows that our house is lived in and love resides here. <br />
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Enjoy the pictures of our own little Paul Revere!<br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-33183164260231817062014-02-24T20:34:00.000-08:002014-02-24T20:34:05.727-08:00Wrong Side of the Bed...MaybeEvery now and again I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Sometimes it can last all week. My husband says its PMS, I just say I'm not happy and can't find my happy place. Today was one of those days, and nothing seemed to get me out of my funk. I have a feeling it is probably going to be one of those weeks. No amount of scripture reading, meditation, and deep breathing helped me out of it today. <br />
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On a good note, and I would like to end on a good note, I did get 6 chapters in the Book of Mormon read. At least I know where to go for help so that I do not blow my top, but I did with a certain little man, when I saw his missing assignment sheet with his grades. Makes mommy rethink some choices she has made in the last year.<br />
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Back I go to scripture reading and heartfelt prayers to make it through the week in one piece, and so that my kids can make it through the week in one piece also.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-61325024361354604562014-02-19T23:13:00.000-08:002014-02-19T23:13:45.251-08:00A Handbook Would Be NiceSometimes I wish that kids would come with a handbook. One that would explain the actions of a usually very obedient and sweet little boy, who loses all aspects of right and wrong and what he has been taught. <br />
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Recently it has come to light that our very sweet (emotional at times) young man has been the target of a bully. For weeks we could not figure out what was going on with our little guy, until he came down stairs to have us ground him because he was not doing his homework. Not normal for the boy who wants to have strait A's.<br />
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Today we caught this usually obedient kiddo in a lie that will have some serious consequences. Consequences that will make it hard for him to be trusted. Consequences very similar to the boy crying wolf. <br />
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A handbook would make this situation easier for his parents to understand and easier to make him understand how much more difficult he has made this particular situation. <br />
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My hope is that he will step up, manage to get enough courage to do the right thing and finally put all of this behind him, so that we can get our sweet, obedient little guy back. Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-18638201334884960072014-02-17T21:34:00.002-08:002014-02-17T21:34:41.216-08:00SacrificesI have made a large number of sacrifices in my life. None have seemed to a take as large a toll on my spirit as working full time out of the home has. It was a difficult decision to come to. It is still difficult to leave home every morning and not be able to walk my kids to school. I don't think it will ever not be difficult to leave. I just have to remind myself that the sacrifices that have to be made are for blessings in the future. <br />
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I have had yet another schedule change at work that now cuts my lunch hour to a half hour. I was already working an hour of overtime due to our therapists different schedules and now we are adding another half hour to my already long day. The extra money really is nice when it comes to working out our debt situation, but it is difficult to spend even more time away from my family. <br />
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The one miracle that keeps me going, is knowing that anything my kids want to do, we have the means to allow that to happen. I have the greatest husband in the world, who has taken on even more responsibility around the house to take some of the load off of me. That is on top of his already difficult job. The two of us really know how to work as a team. What time we get together as a couple and as a family is time well spent and memories that will last a life time. And that makes the sacrifices seem small in the grand scheme of things. <br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-328835181814718262014-02-16T21:15:00.001-08:002014-02-16T21:15:24.239-08:00PerspectiveIt is funny how something small and insignificant can change ones perspective. Life is never easy. Never has been, never will be. That much I know, but life and its events can change ones perspective. I have always been somewhat of a pessimist. Just my nature. I was always quick to judge instead of seeing what I need to see first and then making the judgement. Or hearing what I needed to hear and than making a judgement. Life and its imperfections have made me change my perspective. Take what I have and make it what I can, good or bad. <br />
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Instead of feeling anxious and nervous, I have a calm that I have never experienced. I can only hope that this change of heart and spirit might continue. I'm not perfect by any means, don't think I will be ever, but I can strive to make myself perfect enough that someone will see me in a different light and question my change, that I might be able to change their life and perspective as well. <br />
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I live for the gospel of Jesus Christ, I live for my family, and I live to spend eternity with them. Nothing is more important than this.<br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-82763625909105729462014-01-01T22:11:00.000-08:002014-01-01T22:11:41.079-08:00New Year, New Goal...Lets stick with itI am hoping that my time will be more allotted to write my days happenings on our blog, that I might make sure to reflect each day on the events that transpired. That I might be able to write more often about the good, the bad, the ugly... and come out and see how I can change and grow and become the better person that I know I can be, I just have to work at it. <br />
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I am not a perfect person, mother or wife. My time is not always spent in ways that don't make me feel guilty when I am done looking at my phone for 3 hours. I have found that I tend to idle my time away as soon as I walk in the door from work each evening. <br />
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I am hoping with the coming year that I can be less idle, I now write my to do list the night before so that I see it on the white board every morning when I get up. I am hoping that I can be more physically active and more attentive to myself, again less idle. I am hoping that I can de-clutter my home, get rid of some of the acquired items that just sit and collect dust. And maybe get my sanity back in the meantime, that I don't overwhelm myself when I look at all the work that needs to be accomplished, when I am so busy that I can't find the time to tidy up. <br />
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Some of my goals will continue past the first initial week of this year, and some will fall prey to the failed resolutions bucket. My hope is, that if I write it down, I might hold myself more accountable to myself. <br />
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This is the reason for my goals for 2014Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-39690890983223363342013-10-24T22:00:00.000-07:002013-10-24T22:00:27.815-07:00Patience...a virtue I really need to perfectI have, for years now, wanted to be the mom that gets to stay at home and raise her kids, help in their classrooms, and be there in the event of an emergency. I, of course, am not that mom. This past week has been really difficult for me. I have been an grumpy gus. And that is the nicest way I could put it. I have not been very happy at work since I had to return to work full time (going on 8 months). It is a daily struggle for me to put that smile on my face and greet patients as they walk in the door, because I would much rather be at home cleaning my house, preparing dinner and getting the kids from school. For over a year now, we have been doing our best to get me out of the working environment and into the home environment. It obviously hasn't gone as planned, and what little patience I have had,<br />
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For now I need to be patient (easier said than done sometimes). But, maybe that is the lesson I am to learn along with the rest of the family. <br />
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Maybe tomorrow will bring news of a change.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-27661568630034476932013-10-16T20:41:00.001-07:002013-10-16T20:41:12.292-07:00Responsibility...a hard pill to swallow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This guy is having to learn a lesson that is even hard for us adults. Lately we have been dealing with being forgetful...forget to do homework, forget to bring homework home, forget to do chores. He is one great kid, but is having to learn a lesson in being responsible. If he had a one track mind he would do great, but his mind moves at light speed sometimes. I hope that this is just a phase and that he will get more and more responsible. I can't take any more tearful phone calls on my way to work in the morning. It makes being a working mommy very hard. I wish I could fix it all for him, but I know that I would only make him more reliant on me and even less responsible. Patience from me for now. <br />
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He will get it one day... I Hope.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-51428603195335783712013-10-14T21:40:00.006-07:002013-10-14T21:40:59.723-07:00Weekend Getaways are the Best Way to RechargeAfter a really crumby day at work today. I am thankful that I was able to run the kids to Monterey for a quick jaunt to the aquarium over the weekend. There is something about the ocean that recharges my battery and helps me make it through another week of craziness. It also builds some great memories that will last our family a lifetime. Next time we go we will make sure that daddy can go with us.<br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-68455884206980264372013-10-10T21:33:00.002-07:002013-10-10T21:35:01.912-07:00Hindsight is always 20/20On Tuesday, my husband met me for lunch at my workplace and we picked up some fast food and headed to his best friends home. Mainly to see what progress had been made on their home and then to show off the wheels that my husband had powder coated on his truck. (I am not your typical girl, that doesn't know what that means, I am more of a guys girl. You'll learn that quickly as I do my best to get this blog running again.)<br />
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As we left, and headed back to my workplace, we talked about how nice it would be to be homeowners again and living a completely different lifestyle. Because of circumstances beyond our control, and some in our control, I have been forced to return to the workforce full time. It isn't ideal and my husband is actively trying to change that current state, but it is what is working for us right now. <br />
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As I pondered more what we had talked about, I came to realize that what is most important to me is my happy and healthy family. If we had done things differently in the past we would not be where we are right now. I don't have the house of my dreams. I don't have the nice new car. I'm not where I would have pictured myself at this point in my life. But what I don't have, makes what I do have, that much more important and special to me. I can't focus on what I don't have. I can focus on what I do have a celebrate all that is good.<br />
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What I do have is a husband who works hard to provide all that he can for his family. I have a son who impresses me everyday with his mind. I wish I had half his smarts. I have a daughter who never ceases to amaze me with how fast she can pick up a sport or activity and become the best that she can with hard work and lots of practice. <br />
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It may not be what we pictured in our minds of what our future held for us when we got married years ago, but I don't regret one choice or decision we have ever made in our lives together. It has taken me a few years to realize this, but it brings me joy and happiness that I can be at<br />
peace with the fact that I am where I need to be right now.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-44829404529303866172013-10-09T22:23:00.000-07:002013-10-09T22:23:03.899-07:00Another Attempt & Maybe (probably) FailI have needed to do this for months. That's right, update my blog. I am making yet another attempt to make this an everyday occurrence so that I have a record (journal) that my munchkins can read and learn from and understand the importance of keeping a journal themselves. <br />
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I would love to go into great detail about all that has gone on with our family, but you would get bored, I would keep rambling, and there would be page after page of events that have gone on with the Staley Family. <br />
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There was Valentines Day, and I don't even remember what happened. There was Easter, and the kids always get their new Spring duds for Easter Sunday. Bama played in her first year of softball and improved so much from start to finish. There was swim team, which my Bama (nickname for my daughter) did awesome. Even surprised her mom and dad with how well she did. Her brother, on the other hand, had to miss most of the season with a broken nose due to a soccer game at summer school. Note to all parents out there, the pole always wins and the nose always loses. The Cameron Man has taken up golf and has really come to fancy it a bit. There was our wonderful trip to Yellowstone and stay in Big Sky, Montana. I now understand why Montana is always referred as Big Sky Country. Of course we had an end of summer trip to Lake Tahoe as one last hurrah before the start of another school year. The Mr. and Miss have ranked (moved) up to 5th grade and 2nd grade. Bama started soccer thanks to our closest friends who needed another player on their team. She has taken to that as well. Cameron and Dad got to watch the pro's play @ Pebble Beach and Cameron Man was 100% impressed by the opportunity. Mom and Bama spent the day @ the Monterey Bay Aquarium to pass the time. Apparently she loves jellyfish. I love puffins (they're birds). That about sums up our everything that has apparently happened in our lives (what I can remember at this point). <br />
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I will share some photos just so you don't have to read a boring post and not see what we look like now, or how much we've changed. Not much so you didn't miss out on much.<br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-16256389197409799252013-01-30T21:25:00.000-08:002013-01-30T21:25:05.253-08:00Being a Mom is the best reward ever!!!Sometimes being a mom is the best reward you could ask for. Case in point...I have one very sick little boy, who is not so little anymore, and all he wants to do is cuddle with his mom to make him feel better. Next is the little 6 year old who is stalling her bedtime tonight, because she is so excited for the tooth fairy to come tonight. And all I want to do is tell her that she can stay up, but I can't or I will have a cranky 6 year old in the morning. I just can't do that to her very awesome 1st grade teacher.<br />
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Being a mom isn't always the most glamorous...especially when you worked an entire 8 hours only to come home, get dinner on, and then get as much of the housework done that I can before it is my bedtime. But I wouldn't trade any of that. It makes me who I am and my kids make me even more of who I am. <br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-7811820015464807572013-01-29T20:30:00.000-08:002013-01-29T20:30:39.445-08:00How does one get it all done???Today was a whirlwind of a day and I got absolutely nothing done. There is the kid with the yucky cough who is having a hard day breathing. The 8 hours I spent at work yet again. Leave work to get the rent check. Pick kids up from grandma. Stop to get dinner because I have no time to make it. A meeting at 6 pm that I just barely make it to on time. Home again to get a little girl in the tub, dressed for bed and then up to bed. Give medication to the sick one. And I just can't do anymore. The dishes will have to stay dirty tonight and the floor will not get swept till tomorrow. I am finding it very hard to want to get any of this done, and I agreed to host a Shelf Reliance party for my sister on Thursday night. I hope people don't mind that my house isn't 100% taken care of. <br />
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Hoping for my second wind tomorrow. Maybe a good nights rest will take care of that for me. Good night all, if you have some suggestions to help this mommy out, I am all ears.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-65749697507599370882013-01-28T21:29:00.001-08:002013-01-28T21:29:31.798-08:00Changes!!!2013 is gracing our family with a lot of big changes. Most of the changes directly affect this mommy. It has been known for some time that my current place of employment was going to be losing our manager and his company that runs our office. There was a lot of unknowns that had to be taken care of...like who was going to sign a contract to run our office and if we were going to be retaining our jobs.<br />
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Friday I was offered a full time position with the new company, doing what I already currently do. I stewed for an entire weekend trying to decide if this was the answer to our financial prayers. For the past 9 months Paul has been busy trying to find a new department to work for that would allow us some breathing room financially. Many months of prayers and fasting... and nothing had come our way until Friday. So to take some burden off of our financial issues to take care of a mountain of debt...we believe this is the answer to our prayers and fasting for the time being.
I will be a full time mommy and a full time employee. It is not the best of circumstances, we know, but it is what we have to work with for the time being.<br />
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I am sure there will be days that I lose it and want to cry. There will be things that I will have no choice, but to miss...I just hope that as my kids get a bit older they will understand why I had to go back to work full time. I love my kids, I love my husband and it breaks my heart that things weren't different.
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So here's to a new year, a new beginning, and big changes for our future.<br />
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Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-5651004047312473492012-09-24T21:20:00.000-07:002012-09-24T21:20:07.964-07:00Another Day on the JobA mom and dad's job is never done. Especially a working mom and dad. You have to love those phone calls from your husband that goes something like this...You're not going to believe what happened...my mom is taking the kids home early from swim practice...apparently Cameron hit his head on the wall at the pool and has an abrasion on his nose and it hurts really bad...he can't wear his glasses because it hurts his nose when he wears them. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I get home from work and find out the real story. Cameron was swimming, obviously, and lost his fin. Apparently his goggles filled up with water while he was trying to put the fin back on his foot, only to not see how close he was to the wall and sure enough, he finds the wall with his face. And tomorrow is picture day at school. Maybe the glasses will cover up the abrasion on his face and we will get a good picture out of him. Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-47108555339354013782012-09-23T22:35:00.001-07:002012-09-23T22:35:39.529-07:00Welcome FallFall has not quite made it to California yet. We spent the opening fall weekend at a family birthday party on Saturday. It was much warmer than what I am wanting fall to be. I have been commenting that we are going to be wearing shorts until Halloween if the weather doesn't get any cooler.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The kids had a blast, while at the birthday party, playing on their awesome tree house that their "Blue Grandpa" built for them. It is definitely the kind of tree house that just about every kid dreams about. It's not 100% complete, but it's getting there.
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I have started up my Sunday Cookie Bake again. Forgot how much fun it is to get the kids involved with some baking. I also have a ton of new and easy recipes that any kid could make. Today was an old recipe I have made before. And there will be lots of cookies for the kids to take to school for the week. Yay, for yummy treats.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20383755.post-90333918119747832862012-09-22T09:10:00.000-07:002012-09-22T09:10:28.502-07:00A Day Late and a Dollar ShortI had every intention of posting about my day and events...and didn't do it. Oh well, that's life and I can't stress over it. Have to just keep going.
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This little munchkin earned a life skill award yesterday for responsibility. I have a responsible kid, only because her mom is responsible. I feel this is more of an award for her dad and I than her. She loves to procrastinate everything. And always finds better activities to fill her time, than what she is actually supposed to be doing. Her bedroom clean up has been going on now for 3 weeks. And I think the only toys that have been picked up are her Barbie's, and she didn't even put the box away. It's in the middle of her messy room. Thank goodness kids have parents for the first 18 years of their lives. This one is going to need us for awhile and thank goodness. Life would not be the same without her.Staley Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101635744711684085noreply@blogger.com0