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  These last few months have been so crazy busy and I'm afraid it's only going to get worse, so here's the latest events in our lives.
  Ryler has now started preschool and is loving every minute! His teacher (Mrs. Leanne) is nothing short of AMAZING and he is learning so much. The social interaction has been so good for him and this has given him an outlet and change of scenery that has affected his behavior in so many wonderful ways. We're so happy to see him progressing and enjoying something so much!
  Onto the next big thing... Russ has worked for Skywest airlines for 8 years now, at first it was his only job then about 6 years ago our prayers were answered and he got a "real job" with Union Pacific Railroad. He has kept Skywest as a part time job for the flight benefits and the extra income. A couple of months ago Skywest laid off over 100 people, Russ was safe but he felt at that point that the company wasn't as stable as he'd like so he applied for Delta and got hired on with them. He starts on Monday and is confident that this will be a good choice in the long run despite the fact that he is required to work full time for them for the first six weeks of employment. For him, this means two full time jobs, very little sleep, no time with family and possibly missing the holidays. For me this means single motherhood, and a lot of lonely nights without the person that makes better and trying to comfort my kids who will be desperately missing their daddy.
  We are both scared and stressed about this big change but are hoping for the best. On the bright side, we're going to dinner together and having a couples massage on Saturday in preparation for the craziness.
  The other big curve ball in our lives was a recent miscarriage. When our baby turned one, a strange thing happened, I started feeling a overwhelming desire for another child. Why? I'm not sure, I think the idea of being done terrified me, so I figured I could get rid of that fear by having another baby, so after much discussion, Russ agreed. We got pregnant and at about 8 1/2 weeks, we miscarried. This was the third baby I've lost, and you'd think it'd get easier but unfortunately it doesn't. I was sad and confused but Russ, as always was the glue that held me together. A couple of days went by, and upon discussing the "why" of all this Russ said that maybe this was the Lord's way of telling me that he was right, and that we really were done. Although it seemed a bit insensitive at the time, he may have had a point, so for now, there are no plans for another baby for us, but until a permanent preventative measure is taken, I won't be holding my breath.


  And last but not least, and probably the most fun thing we've done was our little kitchen update. We put up a pretty backsplash and got a new sink, faucet and garbage disposal. Nothing like a kitchen remodel to make a girl happy, after all it's where I spend 70% of my day!
  Well, I think that's enough info for now but stay tuned for the next dose of Ayres insanity!

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  1. Oh Amy, I"m sorry I'm so behind! Such a bittersweet mix of news. You are such an optimist, and a great example of sharing your feelings. We just think you are great- and hope you can manage. Come on down to my house, it's dirty, but we can have fun!

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