tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10511958892963387882012-05-06T21:32:47.890-04:00Madsen Empirejanaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.comBlogger510125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-55670100566474436992012-05-06T19:20:00.001-04:002012-05-06T19:20:38.480-04:002012-05-06T19:20:38.480-04:00Sunday<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZMhSUptrjqg/T6cHQ61JgyI/AAAAAAAADJ8/UlxqtFQpDl4/2012-05-06%25252019.19.27.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZMhSUptrjqg/T6cHQ61JgyI/AAAAAAAADJ8/UlxqtFQpDl4/s400/2012-05-06%25252019.19.27.jpg' /></a></p>This little boy has a virus rash today. He is adorable. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-5567010056647443699?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-16354029610021852712012-05-05T10:19:00.001-04:002012-05-05T10:19:51.415-04:002012-05-05T10:19:51.415-04:00Boys<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--6YRPKrBcGo/T6U3BVW2iAI/AAAAAAAADJw/SHcxbAZqMPw/2012-05-05%25252010.18.34.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--6YRPKrBcGo/T6U3BVW2iAI/AAAAAAAADJw/SHcxbAZqMPw/s400/2012-05-05%25252010.18.34.jpg' /></a></p>Boys seem much more violent than girls<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-1635402961002185271?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-39781117411601066432012-05-04T16:07:00.001-04:002012-05-04T16:07:38.176-04:002012-05-04T16:07:38.176-04:00Stretch<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eILhGlBx0o8/T6Q3B_j3p2I/AAAAAAAADJk/otS3feTXVuM/2012-05-04%25252016.05.58.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eILhGlBx0o8/T6Q3B_j3p2I/AAAAAAAADJk/otS3feTXVuM/s400/2012-05-04%25252016.05.58.jpg' /></a></p>Baby Andrew is stretching his feet without the boots and bar today...<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-3978111741160106643?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-64019476525348629662012-05-02T20:07:00.000-04:002012-05-02T20:07:17.204-04:002012-05-02T20:07:17.204-04:00Since March 17Well you know when the blog gets super positive that is never a good sign in my life. John moved out the day Andrew turned three months old. We are getting divorced.<br />
We are working together to be great parents to our three kids. We appreciate all the support we've had from family and friends in this difficult time.<br />
This is the saddest thing I've ever been through. I don't know what will happen to the Janae and John blog. I suppose our empire is coming to an end.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-6401947652534862966?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-18307314626930606982012-05-02T17:01:00.001-04:002012-05-02T17:01:52.158-04:002012-05-02T17:01:52.158-04:00Andrew<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2WqmA38_XNg/T6GgvXWlv8I/AAAAAAAADIU/0WtCnbpj8_8/2012-05-02%25252017.00.44.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2WqmA38_XNg/T6GgvXWlv8I/AAAAAAAADIU/0WtCnbpj8_8/s400/2012-05-02%25252017.00.44.jpg' /></a></p>Baby Andrew is a bubble blower today<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-1830731462693060698?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-49676432832462275082012-05-02T09:47:00.001-04:002012-05-02T09:47:34.535-04:002012-05-02T09:47:34.535-04:00Mark<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GSAYt3PQm6U/T6E69KoLpPI/AAAAAAAADII/6fqow3VXsD0/2012-05-02%25252009.45.50.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GSAYt3PQm6U/T6E69KoLpPI/AAAAAAAADII/6fqow3VXsD0/s400/2012-05-02%25252009.45.50.jpg' /></a></p>Mark has opted to keep his pajamas on today.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-4967643283246227508?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-84726799275726851202012-04-27T21:39:00.001-04:002012-04-27T21:39:35.177-04:002012-04-27T21:39:35.177-04:00FridayWell today was a good day. So I'm exhausted. I'm grateful for lots of things today.<br />
<ol>
<li>I'm grateful for cuddling with the kiddos.</li>
<li>I'm grateful for dancing time with Mark. He loves to dance and he is good at it.</li>
<li>I'm grateful for people being friendly. I feel like even people I wouldn't expect to be friendly really try and I appreciate it. People can do amazing things.</li>
<li>I'm grateful to learn the hard way never to use your nice paintbrush with the epoxy counter top paint. Oh wait- that's not grateful that's whining.</li>
<li>I'm grateful to my friend Bree coming to help me clean out the bedroom to get the house ready for sale. Danielle asked her to bring some more macaroni and cheese. Not going to lie- that's some amazing mac and cheese there.</li>
<li>I'm grateful Andrew is such a patient baby. He's starting to teethe so he isn't sleeping quite as well but he's still just so mellow it amazes me.</li>
<li>I'm grateful for the internet. I swear google knows everything. every thing.</li>
<li>Grateful for this idea: "Oh you left a voice message? Why didn't you just tape a post it note to the door of the apartment I moved out of six years ago." nice.</li>
<li>Grateful that some handy tape healed my phone screen for a little while longer.</li>
<li>Grateful to be alive and well.</li>
</ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-8472679927572685120?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-72669671587776785962012-04-24T09:26:00.001-04:002012-04-24T09:26:59.760-04:002012-04-24T09:26:59.760-04:00Mother's DayWell I've been a mom now for a little over five years. It hasn't been as glamorous as- well I knew it wouldn't be glamorous. and this year mother's day is on my birthday again. Unsurprisingly I am feeling intensely sorry for myself. Last time was my first mother's day. we had a new baby and ended up going to visit John's mom. John slept in until we left for his moms because he was up all night with our fussy baby Danielle.<br />
I hate mother's day. It has a history of ruining my birthday, which is possibly my favorite holiday. I never feel like I've done enough for my mom and at church they always talk about how every mom is an angel on earth.<br />
I don't feel much like an angel on earth most days.<br />
My sister Claire asked what I wanted for mother's day. I didn't have a list. How is it possible for me not to have a list? so I decided to think about what I would want for mother's day.<br />
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<li> Panera bread. I love this place. I've been eating really healthy right now and it's really hard! plus three kids= not a lot of sleep. I just feel like I'm putting out fires all day.</li>
<li>Size three clothes for Mark. He's finally getting taller.</li>
<li>Shoes. I love shoes. I'm size 8.5</li>
<li>Help organizing my basement. </li>
<li>A pressure cooker like Carlie has. dang I love that oatmeal.</li>
<li>http://www.etsy.com/listing/66269398/mom-shirt-organic-long-sleeved-childrens?ga_search_query=mother%2527s%2Bday&ga_search_type=user_shop_ttt_id_5327876 shirts like this one. Pictures of my kiddos in the shirts.</li>
<li>a non-broken phone. my screen cracked. It was sad.</li>
<li>My car to be fixed. The windshield is broken. I wish a had a smaller less expensive car but that's something else.</li>
<li>A moving van to show up at my house. We are selling our house.</li>
<li>My mom to visit me.</li>
<li>a new photo printer.</li>
<li>monies. The universal gift card.</li>
<li>time to quilt the quilt I was making with my Grandma Berg. </li>
</ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-7266967158777678596?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-85405973781915888762012-04-20T18:05:00.001-04:002012-04-20T18:05:36.337-04:002012-04-20T18:05:36.337-04:00Cuddle time<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YrfgbGT7vms/T5HdrVMLxlI/AAAAAAAADHw/n2vl6Dvvrx0/2012-04-20%25252018.02.35.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YrfgbGT7vms/T5HdrVMLxlI/AAAAAAAADHw/n2vl6Dvvrx0/s400/2012-04-20%25252018.02.35.jpg' /></a></p>I love my baby Andrew. He brings sunshine to my life. Today someone mowed my lawn and I cried it was so nice. I have no idea who did it. Andrew is ticklish and adorable. I love him.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-8540597378191588876?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-53987623891903820692012-04-13T21:51:00.001-04:002012-04-13T21:51:31.331-04:002012-04-13T21:51:31.331-04:00FridayToday I wish I had gone to buy lemonade for the yard sale. But I'm also grateful for a lot of things. I'm grateful for Toni and her irreverent attitude. I'm grateful for all my friends helping get ready for the yard sale. <br/> I'm grateful that I have such a beautiful baby boy. I'm grateful that Mark and I got to play on the swings together. I'm grateful Danielle is such a cuddle. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-5398762389190382069?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-36150226368618373602012-04-12T14:28:00.001-04:002012-04-12T14:28:39.507-04:002012-04-12T14:28:39.507-04:00Thursday<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gNAA_1q-MW8/T4ce1OdiJlI/AAAAAAAADHk/G1mdsBbVQoE/2012-04-12%25252014.27.07.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gNAA_1q-MW8/T4ce1OdiJlI/AAAAAAAADHk/G1mdsBbVQoE/s400/2012-04-12%25252014.27.07.jpg' /></a></p>I will never have a yard sale ever again...still more work before saturday<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-3615022636861837360?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-32217529125584540222012-04-10T16:56:00.001-04:002012-04-10T16:56:33.500-04:002012-04-10T16:56:33.500-04:00Tuesday<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E6Koh5Nze7k/T4Seeq8IF1I/AAAAAAAADHc/InhIgoT1XJs/2012-04-10%25252016.54.41.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E6Koh5Nze7k/T4Seeq8IF1I/AAAAAAAADHc/InhIgoT1XJs/s400/2012-04-10%25252016.54.41.jpg' /></a></p>Elijah and Mark are finally starting to play together. I'm so grateful Carlie is here.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-3221752912558454022?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-39163997205379780382012-04-07T10:03:00.001-04:002012-04-07T10:03:33.587-04:002012-04-07T10:03:33.587-04:00Saturday<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zLJgZud_A04/T4BJMtEgfeI/AAAAAAAADHU/Mht3u8HshaU/2012-04-07%25252010.02.34.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zLJgZud_A04/T4BJMtEgfeI/AAAAAAAADHU/Mht3u8HshaU/s400/2012-04-07%25252010.02.34.jpg' /></a></p>Today is chore and cuddle day.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-3916399720537978038?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-80464703968751548622012-04-05T09:13:00.001-04:002012-04-05T09:13:37.439-04:002012-04-05T09:13:37.439-04:00Thursday<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_NbUq0-W0k4/T32afwwnLhI/AAAAAAAADHM/O8mjkpvb35E/2012-04-05%25252009.12.21.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_NbUq0-W0k4/T32afwwnLhI/AAAAAAAADHM/O8mjkpvb35E/s400/2012-04-05%25252009.12.21.jpg' /></a></p>Andrew has his boots and bars. He does not like them at all.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-8046470396875154862?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-45520670445766269282012-03-31T13:21:00.000-04:002012-03-31T13:21:18.739-04:002012-03-31T13:21:18.739-04:00SaturdayMy life has been really interesting lately. Not good interesting. Last night I had a sort of life changing conversation with two of my girlfriends from the school here. I'm still not sure how it was changed but it was. I'm glad I have such good friends. and good church friends. and family. I never realized how great people here in Scranton were. who knew?<br />
<br />
<dl><dd>Do not go gentle into that good night,</dd><dd>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;</dd><dd>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</dd></dl><dl><dd>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,</dd><dd>Because their words had forked no lightning they</dd><dd>Do not go gentle into that good night.</dd></dl><dl><dd>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright</dd><dd>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,</dd><dd>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</dd></dl><dl><dd>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,</dd><dd>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,</dd><dd>Do not go gentle into that good night.</dd></dl><dl><dd>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight</dd><dd>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,</dd><dd>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</dd></dl><dl><dd>And you, my father, there on the sad height,</dd><dd>Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.</dd><dd>Do not go gentle into that good night.</dd><dd>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-4552067044576626928?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-51913459505506819032012-03-28T19:46:00.001-04:002012-03-28T19:46:09.769-04:002012-03-28T19:46:09.769-04:00Wednesday<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WcgMAcBOEaI/T3Oivp_Rv2I/AAAAAAAADHE/z2PYW5E4Xao/2012-03-28%25252019.44.30.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WcgMAcBOEaI/T3Oivp_Rv2I/AAAAAAAADHE/z2PYW5E4Xao/s400/2012-03-28%25252019.44.30.jpg' /></a></p>Now these are some cute kiddos. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-5191345950550681903?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-81859443940193891642012-03-25T11:26:00.001-04:002012-03-25T11:26:47.306-04:002012-03-25T11:26:47.306-04:00Sunday<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cLJ0U7ZWx28/T285NNAUn4I/AAAAAAAADG8/wRXK7KJ4Pmc/2012-03-25%25252011.24.34.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cLJ0U7ZWx28/T285NNAUn4I/AAAAAAAADG8/wRXK7KJ4Pmc/s400/2012-03-25%25252011.24.34.jpg' /></a></p>Danielle loves wearing my earrings. It is so cute.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-8185944394019389164?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-64130359035715039702012-03-24T10:44:00.001-04:002012-03-24T10:44:12.097-04:002012-03-24T10:44:12.097-04:00Saturday<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Vzzg3TAEejc/T23duPiivDI/AAAAAAAADG0/bh2KLDw9zsM/2012-03-24%25252010.42.12.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Vzzg3TAEejc/T23duPiivDI/AAAAAAAADG0/bh2KLDw9zsM/s400/2012-03-24%25252010.42.12.jpg' /></a></p>Did I ever mention how awesome toys and nick jr are? <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-6413035903571503970?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-35670215455935992602012-03-23T22:20:00.001-04:002012-03-23T22:20:01.669-04:002012-03-23T22:20:01.669-04:00FridaySometimes life is scary. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-3567021545593599260?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-83121801956875702052012-03-22T07:55:00.001-04:002012-03-22T07:55:55.374-04:002012-03-22T07:55:55.374-04:00Wednesday<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ST3Cslt4iS0/T2sTSDkVI7I/AAAAAAAADGs/6XRuD_NSnnc/2012-03-22%25252007.54.38.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ST3Cslt4iS0/T2sTSDkVI7I/AAAAAAAADGs/6XRuD_NSnnc/s400/2012-03-22%25252007.54.38.jpg' /></a></p>Now that makes waking up happy.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-8312180195687570205?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-6822532623305781472012-03-19T18:01:00.001-04:002012-03-19T18:01:15.940-04:002012-03-19T18:01:15.940-04:00TodayToday my friends came over to help me. It was nice. I'm grateful to have friends and great family. I weigh one pound less than before I got pregnant. It's nice. I think baby is getting a tooth. He is grouchy but still adorable.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-682253262330578147?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-37876287755006039972012-03-14T14:28:00.001-04:002012-03-14T14:28:20.820-04:002012-03-14T14:28:20.820-04:00Quiet time.<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-A778DafEikU/T2DjQ8TjirI/AAAAAAAADGk/WjI_kJ8SBVI/2012-03-14%25252014.24.29.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-A778DafEikU/T2DjQ8TjirI/AAAAAAAADGk/WjI_kJ8SBVI/s400/2012-03-14%25252014.24.29.jpg' /></a></p>I love me some quiet time. Every day we have quiet time and Mark takes a nap. My grandma Sharp told me she made her kids have quiet time and took a nap every day. I decided that was a parenting idea I could believe in with all my heart. <br/> So far quiet time is pretty awesome. It doesn't always happen and I don't always get to nap but I am happy with my little time.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-3787628775500603997?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-23449308512854402572012-03-10T20:13:00.000-05:002012-03-10T20:13:33.569-05:002012-03-10T20:13:33.569-05:00SleepThe other day someone asked me what I thought about baby sleep.<br />
I told them nothing, because it is such a controversial issue and it seems like it makes perfectly reasonable parents go crazy. You take a normally functioning human and then keep them from sleeping for just a few weeks and they just turn a little strange. They read books and ask everyone they know for help. Then whatever book they were trying the day their baby slept through the night becomes the most miraculous cure ever invented.<br />
Actually it's surprising when people say they are tired and you are a new parent. Your friend posts on their facebook wall how they were up late from flying home from a trip then waking up for work the next day. Rage just wells up when they whine about their four hours of sleep. The next day they are so tired but they had to study for a final so they only got five hours of sleep. You yell at your spouse when you are sharing the story with them about your stupid friend. They probably are tired. but it will end. They can go home and have a nap. But you can't. It sucks. Then you cry. Then you comment on their posting. You are pretty sure your sentence made sense when you typed it. Someone else says how they are a new parent but not tired- and it's your own fault for not doing whatever it is that they are doing. You hate them.<br />
Then you sleep an hour and get up again and feel grateful that you didn't yell at that poor unsuspecting friend. Or maybe you did. You are just so mad that they think they are tired. You. Are. Unreasonable. After two months you think you are going crazy. Your baby is older but you are more sleep deprived and crazy tired than ever. With Mark after six months I thought I might actually be hallucinating. Maybe I was but then again maybe not. Still not sure.<br />
I seems like every mom has some grand theory about sleep with babies. Take a bunch of sleep deprived people who need structure in their lives and have very little control and you will get what- a whole lot of crazy. They are sure that if you do their plan you will have ultimate success. They have had it with their million billion children- or more commonly- their one child. My opinion? The people with the strongest opinions are usually those least qualified to have them. This applies to medical opinions as well, but that is another topic...<br />
Right now my baby sleeps about eight hours a night. He is 12 weeks old. I am dying of happiness. I am pretty into the feed on demand and comforting your child methods of parenting. These methods almost killed me with Mark. The adjustment to two kids while my husband adjusted to medical school were probably one of the worst times in my life. ever. As I was getting ready to have my third everyone told me that this would be the most horrible time ever. I honestly couldn't imagine being more broken than with two. I decided I couldn't handle that much trouble- I couldn't stay awake if it meant I couldn't care for my other children again, because I don't know who would come bail me out of the mess of my life this time.<br />
Then I got blessed with a good sleeper. The first month he had to be held to sleep. I had help for that period and John miraculously had Christmas break. Lots of people helped us. Then one night he slept alone in his crib for a few hours. Then a few more.<br />
I like the book <a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=healthy+sleep+habits+happy+child&hl=en&rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS275&prmd=imvnsb&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&biw=1280&bih=833&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=shop&cid=969873829213451255&sa=X&ei=4PJbT7nGOOXh0QHvsNDIDw&ved=0CGAQ8wIwAQ">"Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child"</a> which had advice on how to get your baby to sleep, including white noise and swaddling. When Danielle was born we read it and used it, and were quite happy when our screaming grouchy reflux baby started sleeping 12 hours a night with a four hour nap. Then came Mark. Mark did not sleep more than a few hours for SO LONG. Everyone decided it was their job to tell me about their sleep success. So many unsolicited ideas. This is when I developed my strongest sleep opinion. Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you do not. Some babies sleep longer, earlier. Be grateful if you have one of those babies.<br />
At first I wanted to be like the über righteous co-sleeping people. Maybe with a little cot next to my bed so it didn't increase the risk of infant suffocation. What a delightfully happy breastfeeding mom I would be.<br />
Except I can't sleep with an infant in the room. Have you heard them? They breathe loud. LOUD, I tell you. Loudly? should I be telling you loudly? Whatever I can't do it. It's hard enough with John waking me up in the night. Who knew I was a light sleeper. But my dream of those cute little mini cribs has been crushed by the fact that I own a normal sized crib and those little bed boxes just don't work for me.<br />
The people I like the least are the cry it out people. Even the founder of the so called "Ferber Method" says parents take it too far. I heard him talk about how it wasn't his intention that people leave their babies all night. Ok maybe I hate the Baby Wise people more. They read a book that had to be revised because the original ideas lead to failure to thrive in infants. Seriously? You are supporting a method that could lead to your child's death? Then they defend their opinions- oh no the book has been changed since the whole DEBACLE WHERE IT WAS PULLED FROM SHELVES SINCE IT HURT BABIES. oh Fantastic- good thing you are a disciple of the new and revised version instead of one of the fanatics from the really really bad version. Shouldn't you maybe question the credibility of your source though? Be proud of your inability to obtain reliable information. Also be proud of how "you" taught your child to sleep. Ignore that babies start sleeping longer when their bodies and brains are ready for it.<br />
I think I am a little bitter about it. I just don't understand recommending something like that. Congratulations with the forced revision, maybe some of your ideas don't put infants at risk of death and help them sleep now. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6c6OTKrujo/T1v4FRb_bBI/AAAAAAAADGc/lbe99z9zW2M/s1600/IMG_3567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6c6OTKrujo/T1v4FRb_bBI/AAAAAAAADGc/lbe99z9zW2M/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Maybe you are just desperate for some success since you are so very tired from caring for a child. Then again, maybe you aren't tired at all since you don't wake up with baby. Or maybe your baby sleeps all night. Either way I don't want to be your friend.<br />
Well actually I do, but if I was cooler I wouldn't be your friend just for that, out of principle. I have slept enough in the past little while to know that what sleep method you use isn't a reason to end a friendship.<br />
Eventually, babies start sleeping. Or go to the doctor for something more serious. Maybe swaddling can help- or scheduling for feeding or white noise or whatever. You know what helps most of all? Time. Growing up helps them sleep better. <br />
That is what I think about baby sleep. All right I have more opinions because you can read a lot about sleep if you just cut out the sleep portion of your day, but I'm bored with my thoughts.<br />
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What do you think?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-2344930851285440257?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-56522004394403198132012-03-07T08:13:00.001-05:002012-03-07T08:13:00.202-05:002012-03-07T08:13:00.202-05:00Cast six<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FkG-ew9hWu4/T1de2SgXNZI/AAAAAAAADGU/jQSwWxrEWZ8/2012-03-07%25252008.11.23.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FkG-ew9hWu4/T1de2SgXNZI/AAAAAAAADGU/jQSwWxrEWZ8/s400/2012-03-07%25252008.11.23.jpg' /></a></p>Andrew is getting ready for cast six. I just got pulled over for speeding. <br/> How is your day?<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051195889296338788-5652200439440319813?l=janaeandjohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>janaemadsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385333330340105207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051195889296338788.post-31137732626146171102012-03-01T13:39:00.002-05:002012-03-01T16:02:49.440-05:002012-03-01T16:02:49.440-05:00Dear life,It's come to my attention that you do not seem to care what people can handle. I would even say you don't seem to give a flying rats ass. I don't even know where that phrase comes from. Is it the same place bat shit crazy comes from? <br />
I remember once when I was rock climbing I put my hand in a hold with bat crap. Or some other type of crap. Who knew I would be nostalgic for that? <br />
So at first I thought this might be different after I left my private hell Scranton but even my friend Wendy is sad this year. So we should probably work some things out. <br />
1. I am sick of worrying about money. It's time to let my mom win the lottery. <br />
2. John needs less to do. <br />
3. This may be unreasonable but I would like to be able to eat as many cookies as I want without any negative results. We can compromise and just do girl scout cookies. <br />
4.Why are the ads on my phone just a bunch of symbols? I think they are Czech. That is rude. <br />
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So life, let's be a little more reasonable here.I will settle for six hours of sleep and a cheaper power bill. <br />
Love, <br />
Janae<br />
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