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About the Girl.

My name is Kari. (pronounced: carry). I am a pretty average girl. I have light brown hair and greenish blue eyes that seem to change color with my mood. I am 5'6 an weigh about 140 pouds give or take. I wear glasses only when I drive and had corrective eye surgery when I was 16 to correct the crossing in my eyes. I am your average geek you could say.

I just recently celebrated my 26th birthday on June 13th. I grew up in Wisconsin and I will most likely die here. It may be a boring place to live, but I know my way around well and I feel safe having my children grow up here. All my family live here and I know I will always get the support I need.

I grew up with a learning disability and ever since I was a little girl I had to learn the hard way that I was different . I remember growing up in my early childhood days alone and angry. It was like I lived in my own little world, that no one else could ever understand. Children would make fun of the way I talked and call me retarded . My vision was bad, and I wore thick glasses to correct my eye crossing. “Four eyes, four eyes,” the other children would call me, watching my eyes fill with tears and not caring one bit. The other children would never understand the scar that their name calling left upon me . They could not see the pain building up inside of my body. How I just struggled to fit in and find myself. They did not know that I spent nights alone in my room crying myself to sleep. The other children would never know how hard I worked to learn to read, or add and subtract. They would never understand speech therapy or the hours I put into special classes or the hours I would put in at home on homework. When it took most them only 10 minutes to do their homework, it took me a half an hour. They would never see past my outer shell and most would never truly see the real me.
I spent hours on end by myself, emptying the pain from me on paper. It seems that poetry was my savior , that it saved me from the deep pain and despair that my heart had felt. I could write what I truly felt, anything I wanted to tell the world.
My high school years I wanted so bad to prove the other children wrong . To show them that I could do anything that they could. I pushed and pushed myself till I was totally drained. I built up tremendous stress on myself, just to prove I was as good as any of them. I made up songs to teach me spelling words and rewrote my history notes over and over again. I went to study session after study session. After years of hard work I made the honor role, and I made As and Bs. I joined clubs and sports. Hey! I was even the president of Spanish Club. Yet anything I did was not good enough for the other kids. It seems I was still the retarded dork that everyone could treat badly. I still belonged to my own world.
That is when I learned the first important lesson in my life. That I should not care what the other children think. That I should ignore what they were saying and do things for myself. I learned that, yes, I was different from all of them, yet that was “ok” because truly “there is no normal and just different” in this world. I built up self esteem and for once in my life I did things for myself. I had found my true self, the person who could do anything she wanted. And even though I am still fighting with my disability, my real struggle is done. I know I am a fighter and I know what I put my mind to I can overcome. Sure it will take me longer than someone else and I still can not spell worth crap! . But in the end, I will come out on top!

I was also born with a rare illness of the inner ear that has left me with many ear problems in my life. As a child I had on going ear infections, which made my favorite sport of swimming almost unbearable at times. I had many surgeries to under-go and now I have metal tubes placed in my ears to drain all the fuild out. My hearing isn't very well also due to all my ear issues. I am considered hard-of-hearing and my left ear is A LOT worse then my right. I had a lot of speech issues as a child due to my hearing loss and I did not much at all till I was around 5 years old. As a child I under went speech therapy and today most people I meet do not even know that I am hard of hearing.

I knew from a young age that I was ment to be a mother I had always been drawn to babies and I could not wait till the day I had my own. My children are my being they are the reason I live.

The most important people in the world to me are my family. I have a very close knit family and they are the bond that keeps me going. My grandmother is my best friend, we have an extremly close bond and she calls me daily. I use to spend every weekend at her house and I still go there a lot. I feel I can tell her anything without being judged. I am also very close to my parents and sister who live only a mile away. We are at their house almost daily and my children love spending time with their grandparents. I have few close friends and have seen many friends come and go, yet my family has always been there through thick and thin. I am lucky to have such a close extended family also. I can always rely on my cousins or aunts/uncles when ever I am in need.
I met the love of my life in 2000, through a close friend of mine (his room-mate at the time). We met at a party and quickly became friends. I was drawn to his Sexy crystal blue eyes and amazing sense of humor . Ray and I soon became a couple Only a few weeks later we moved in together We have been together ever since. Ray is my soul-mate. He makes my heart complate. I believe we were met to be. Ray asked me to marry him on Valentines Day, 2002 . He took me to the exact spot where we had our first date/first kiss. It was very cold that day, yet he had planned this romantic pinic. He spent the entire day pacing back and forth. And when I asked to go home because I was so cold, he said no and took my hand in his. We walked to the first place we feel in love and kissed. He held me there in his arms and than got down on his knees. He told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and pulled out a ring out of his coat... and asked me to marry him. I of course said yes.. and could not be happier.
In early Apirl of 2003, I found out the best news ever! I was pregnant with our child. And while it was a hard preganancy, and I almost lost the baby.. I was very excited about becoming a mother! And Ray was excited about being a daddy!
Ray and I were married on Aug. 16th, 2003 It was my dream wedding, and I felt as if I truly was living a dream. And while I was 5 months preganant with our little mircle, I still felt as if I was a princess in a Disney movie! All our family and friends were there to celebrate along side us.. and I finally became Mrs. Raymond Smith Jr.

On Dec. 23rd, 2003 our first child came into the world. Bianca Rose Smith came screaming into the world by emergancy c-section (she was breech). At 5 lbs 11 ounces Binks was our little miracle and a blessing from above! She made me everything I am today. Giving birth to her was the most amazing thing I have ever done. It was love at first sight. I knew from the begining I wanted to be home with her and all future children, and with me being so sick after giving birth to her (a week later I had my appendix and gallbladder removed and got a horrible infection in my uterus)... I quit my job and became a stay-at-home mother I never looked back.
April 28th, 2006 I gave birth to my second child, Kai Raven Smith. . He was born at 7 lbs, 4 oz and filled my heart full of so much joy from the start. He was a dream come true.
On July 14th, 2008 I gave birth to my last and finally child. Another little princess, Asia Rae. . She was born via repeat c-section and was a totally blessing to our happy family. Asia was my biggest baby at birth weighing 7lbs 8oz and being 20.5 inches long! She is trully a little angel and we could not imagine life without her!
I love being home with my kids they bring so much joy into my life. I love every waking moment with them. They grow so fast in front of my eyes and I love to watch them learn new things every day. It amazes me how much some parents miss of their children's lives and I am lucky I was blessed with such a loving husband that allows me to stay at home with our off-spring. We are a cloth diapering and baby wearing family . I choose to cloth diaper my children because I feel it is not only better for the enviroment yet also the child. I am also a strong believer in baby wearing. I did not really get into baby wearing much until my second child, yet I love the personal bond I have with him and I found he is a lot more happier baby all around and now I am enjoying the pleasures of wearing yet another child. Asia has been worn since day one.. and she loves being cuddled close to my chest and I love hearing our heartbeats together as one. I am glad I chose to wear my children.

Our happy little family bought our first home about a year ago in May of 2006. We live only about a mile away from where I grew up, in a nice 3 bed-room home with a HUGE backyard.

I am a huge seris fan. My husband and I enjoy spending time together cuddling on the couch and watching TV series together on DVD or tape. Some of our favorites include: Dexter, 24, Law and Order SVU, 4400, OZ, The Sorpranos, Buffy and Prison Break. I enjoy the alone time with my husband and it gives us something to share together after the kids are tucked in for the night.

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How did I get my name?

I was named after my great-grandfather on my dad's side, Carey. The spelling of my name comes from a nurse who was in the labor with my mother durring my birth. My mother had already picked out my name long before my birth and noticed the woman's name badge. She asked her how to pronuce her name, and when she said, "Cary", my mother knew that was the way she wanted to spell my name. The name itself means "Pure" . And the origin of the name Kari is Scandinavian. (Which is nice because a lot of our family's past comes for Norway.) The spelling also means "beautiful princess" in a Native American language, which fits well with my madien name of King.

My middle name, Rose, came from the other side of my family. I was given my middle name in honor of my mother's grandmother, Rose.

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