tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25444600164101477652024-03-14T05:40:31.640-05:00A day in our life...A log of our daily lives as a family built through birth and adoptionAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-19348084010556917372010-05-26T14:19:00.008-05:002010-05-26T15:45:45.329-05:00HE IS...<div style="text-align: left;">Those who know me well, have commented that my facebook updates have changed. The tone of them have changed. I admit, they have. When you are going through a life experience that changes you life, the tone of everything in your life can change. You tend to mature a bit. My actions with this situation are exactly popular with some people. I have love for ALL those involved, but that doesn't change the road I am going to take. My opinion is "until you have walked in my shoes, you don't get a vote". God chose the right timing for us. God has given us this opportunity, and we aren't going to miss out on it now. We have missed out on too much already.</div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>In my past, there have been two other significant life experiences that I KNOW were only designed by God.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first one was in 2003, when God saved my father two times through very serious injuries. My Dad had an AAA (abdominal aortic aneurysm), and was told he had a "less than 1% chance" of making it through surgery, and if he did make it, he wouldn't walk again, have kidney transplants, etc. Well, after 13 hours of surgery, the surgeon walked out and said..."He shouldn't be alive. I didn't save him. God was whispering in my ear the whole time. God saved him." We were in awe. You see, when I got the news that my Dad had "a heart attack", all I did for the four hour drive to the hospital, was bargain with God. I pleaded to HIM to save my Dad. He, after all, was my only Dad. No one can replace him. God, you have to save him, Please! So, when the surgeon said.."God saved him", all I could do was be thankful that I would get to see my Dad again, alive. Fast forward to current day: my Dad and I have had so many more years than we thought we would ever have. We have had deep conversations. He has gotten to meet my two children. He has been at birthday parties, and many celebrations. God knew I needed those years and conversations with my Dad. God blessed us.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the fall of 2007, as we got our results from our last IVF, we were sad. The IVF didn't work. I wasn't pregnant. God had other plans. At the same time, not too far away, there was a young teenager who just found out she was pregnant. She knew she couldn't provide for her child, and choose the loving option of adoption. In December, we decided we would start the adoption process. By the end of February, we were approved. Now we just had to wait. By the end of April, we met a prospective birth mom, and halfway through our meeting, she exclaimed "I want you to be parents to my child!" Two months later, I helped coach "H" on the day our son was born. It was amazing. I feel blessed each day, that God has allowed me to be a Mom two different ways--through the birth of our daughter, and through the adoption of our son. Not many women can say that. God knew that IVF wasn't going to work. God knew that "H" was going to need a family for her child. God knew it was us. God knows.</div><div><br /></div><div>This life experience I am going through now, is so raw, and due to that, I won't put details here. My point is through all of life's experiences, God is there. Good or Bad, HE is there. HE is the same God that walks with you through the valleys. HE is the same God that is there for the happy celebrations. We just have to TRUST HIM. HE Knows. HE Loves. HE IS.</div><div> </div></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-48633371842932606602010-05-05T13:43:00.012-05:002010-05-06T18:35:51.920-05:00A turning point in my life...<div style="text-align: left;">Have you ever dreamed or wished that a person would come into your life, but "knew" it would never happen? Or maybe it could happen, it would just be something short of a miracle? Well, my miracle happened. I have known of this person's existence for about three years. I contacted him through facebook, as a means of getting some resolution from my past. We agreed to be in contact, but to 'take it slow'. After a few months of emails, facebook messages, and one phone call, we knew we had to meet each other. We agreed to meet a few weekends ago, and it was wonderful. I never imagined it could go so well.</div><div><br /></div><div>He has a wonderful wife and a sweet daughter. We had many very candid, bold conversations--but that is the only way for 'this' to work, we agreed. It was a weekend of healing for both of us, and I was sad to see the weekend end. </div><div><br /></div><div>For now, my prayers are for strength for both of us, for peace, and for God to continue to show his love to us and our families. God is growing me each day through this. I am so grateful that God gave me this unbelievable gift. One of the last missing pieces of my puzzle has been found, and I feel more complete now, than I have ever felt in my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>This person, that has chosen to be in my life, to get to know me, who cares for me...biologically, is my brother...but for now, we have alot of healing to do, and I am blessed to call him my friend.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Trust in the Lord, and lean not on your own understanding" Proverbs 3:5</i></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-53066275812934737412010-04-03T19:18:00.005-05:002010-04-03T19:20:34.223-05:00Happy Easter!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><i>When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus' body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, "Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?"</i><p><i> But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.</i></p><p><i> "Don't be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. HE HAS RISEN! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, 'He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.' "</i></p><p> <i>Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb. They said nothing to anyone, because they were afraid.</i></p></span></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-42912193649481800112010-03-08T15:34:00.029-06:002010-03-15T09:34:42.284-05:00More Florida Pics...Once again, I found myself crazy busy the last few weeks. Again, we have had the black cloud of sicknesses at our house. Bug had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tonsillitis</span>, bronchitis, and a touch of pneumonia. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bubby</span> only had a nasty cold. Four days after we were done with both of them being sick, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bubby</span> started a fever. Turns out he had "Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease" (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HFMD</span>). Bug had this when she was 18 months old, so I knew what to look for. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">HFMD</span> is VERY contagious before any symptoms appear. So, of course, after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bubby</span> went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">through</span> the fever phase, and was onto the blister phase, Bug started her fever. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bubby's</span> fever was mild, Bug's was considered high (104.5 was the highest it got). Bug's fever lasted 24hrs almost exactly--but was pretty scary. I stayed up with her all night, cooling her with a washcloth, and giving her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tylenol</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Motrin</span> every 3 hours to keep the fever down. Not a fun time. The great news is, we are (hopefully) done with the sicknesses for awhile.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I am going to try to play "catch-up" with posting pictures, so here goes: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446380622345005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4zVJIUljB2M3l8CDstaF2f8GoftdLGlr6AtPFa_keT7_UjRN4IQl3NW0zASSZ1k_zfd-um0kLuZH7KUeJzysyVJVn7XEdDD5H-DAYuFrmLYRcuJMPnFCq_5crmAZ0sGgbas5n_ijMWnL/s400/DSC08445+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Bug feeding <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Bubby</span> ice cream on the boardwalk at Johns Pass <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446385872084787426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHINmG2IBkHumJ4DkdNmm6JH_UARQiMAXgOfZDYpv0LjxW0y0pokq195u6YSNOlxasK7PJKXOaEjDusR2yDEh-zmNSSrCuKN4_rKjnI6f8fhi1ggTki45aUtUZD-HIOJ3sy7NXyymBSsB/s400/DSC08415+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Pretending to sleep after running around outside of the condo <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446387303280369394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLGTsNoNyUL3GNWA5WSwo7fPloVFpCt7ZHiT0g5fqLyvkznW55iV1A3aE432VAQ9ooOsTZ1tsp1R5PKJTRKC66GPpyZ2dMdDJ8qyGw_ALWkdbXIyF0Yr32T-awAFPz1LFsD4wYC_t0isP/s400/DSC08530+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Bubby</span> playing at a local park (I love what the humidity did to his hair! Makes me really look forward to summer--no more dry hair!) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446387907564820962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83QW5k4CFMwWhDKUei-__m2fDVUuQs8o23n_dI8jn87UPmd0nCieehywAx-qzuHb9YTOv9WM4R2T6PRmn7J69n30X6jmQpQb6EloyhqbsdFcNJKPGY0FdrDgbuG6l9707-FEIDf7ldsKK/s400/DSC08527+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Bug at the park <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446388118779026194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSI_cZHOmfF-ueKUVHwloQG_bjZZ3ocH5KCC22OKeI2FGL3-Q28dX-qNWVwGf3Xr_VCLnkOa3lz7C_4neS_QeMsqSzIBhLH1toT2qxUmEpyc1xdnDmpoqA_5Xbd0rUWM1XktU2wgGlgG7/s400/DSC08517+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />At the beach... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446388326918979506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdQnTgpUGgqLTZZoMU5RFs-rKYeiAKIqH9Bws_uX8qjvUMSbMvyO5VEIBC-_XK27TNIS8FqCYN1At119sNozsjUAUb7qICO9qKcON6TnSoYtE6s02RRYqWNmuLL-iiKMp8xPbMgMcf2aX/s400/DSC08516+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />At the beach <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446390826784898946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4LhJ9HfXiRwSlySxFh9iSq9EjH3JUgrNRAmHuaktMa0r87cU79OEM6UoggcIpGjAQOs6eedsdWsfMbrFKYoCDnahHBoW6wkDHGmdU5SoLUddlmKjnz2Vtwc_XpCSVB-NYMplcLjthYcX/s400/DSC08626+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />At the Florida Aquarium <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446390975685003266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiyi0mmnpDcS7Dq6_n8q0mhQD-DJ6uxKLUBnjZIrbrS3lrQCfvAOzv1oQJevcRNA0dtFBbyZz_K_XxoKoRPrDiy3hZFrsYzV1KKbeubZ-WSrHiGBSaeajtN5ZRmQXDu3bSlavvT0LTBu_/s400/DSC08624+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Jellyfish <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446391212969356210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-WWaIGbvM9kNc3obW_y4w64I9YM417unY2g1FFN9WwjYmkpNLlP5xie4tX-XQBa01E2JB9S8nRlTGwijbrF5F-y-qkAwFzut2n_P_s-HQfno8XDMHmo687ip0QKq3MmCJqEVfn0lUfX4/s400/DSC08580+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Havin</span>' fun at the Aquarium <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446391487199253186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4GGkv91nH_Rs4m2jN2eYvCyz664VSVe4XM93-wxEE_jKYficyt9Cc8-lFABSRLnC27CdPEr2u40EA9ohRk_yAV3E418Nose4Hg_zZ3ndZS1JsRU9GE2BDF67cHNp0Ke_rs6ff9O4oKLs/s400/DSC08567+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />I wish I could remember the name of this bird--it has the color of a flamingo, and the beak like a platypus. Weird. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446392742744108722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rOUfCF8vFIiO6AeE4AD2rizx71N7h4ga_3whyphenhyphenITU37ygV419aRwePodbE2fcxxwGo-jdKbUPiisFvQ8V9kjdDeJpKDAW5UYaRFHlb5e8NRTJgj_SNoDKppQ3KIIS_epDx-NxGkuCYAv5/s400/DSC08564+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393020732667602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRvvufDRKppLRBRYs-Xp4Q4BzhDd-z_c_GZqBLLhyphenhyphenLb76QBjUTwoMEeBCh9XUfPhIF3y3Utf1B72_p6LMwXjbG_CsbscjmLaOuIggQ09rn87ZpuCpKniLzYf-roBi4XWMI1kLk1dqEvSA/s400/DSC08561+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Next to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">alligators</span>. Bug showing me how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">alligators</span> swim... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446393563370703874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3asKnvRKXAx-kU5aewzM9kjIfjSekKeG1Dfq7qsA6JEEo8Nph3AKcVn_zj7AnlqYTEL-BCnGj0znp077X-bay7MmvIYMRy_pNiSaAhQcm8hPBlG_BFAjKa8NDxi7dO1ykyae5L4t2RXm/s400/P1243939+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Bubby</span> chasing the seagulls. I would tell him to try to "get" the seagulls, so he would chase them. As soon as they flew away, he would drop in the sand and scream and cry. It was so funny... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446394115347983298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURDvmGULxkGdSAnk8EMW4pkIBz3tXrwTmFZ3oroUMkiRFnIzFkGd2_3zq6vvcwU7PUm7isPWwWCz1MonLZ7q8AXqO3rBLsXGEA03_UCzqrj-H2uYDWD4AkcCNUejDMb3_x9RTaeKI-Ndq/s400/P1264003+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Took a drive over the "Sunshine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Skyway</span>". My dear husband, the engineer, wanted to see this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">engineering</span> feat of a bridge. The original bridge was hit by a barge in 1980, and the SS is what they replaced it with. It was pretty awesome...I have to admit. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446394754371812130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjt_kiQyDZmXuPH0YpitMXDE0g3W3ZG06ifB53h1l0G8WVB08FsurvVQt5XLubNP0IH7NMi1moDqcEV7w3YuAF7fco3V6FCnyflBBhbYvQkOu3O4DfSPSzSh5NfLn7BdmjoTBeHId5kBlA/s400/P1263994+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />A view of the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Skyway</span>", before driving over it<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446396237747740066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-Z8vAm6oArtqEfXLMxCCakKx6yrmPwR7lRvqitiPnOptw3qpZXOX-zYcMpq_RBggZ7fBRMygyGjMwjqTjwHeFcOP5KUHAuHIbLrzpV6EKxWx6kxtjZ7paMbVlZ-4VnijWwzLtWkyX4iV/s400/P1243944+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Kids <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">goofin</span>' around.. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446465724503525778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmwuNeBoz9iMdHodeGKLf4VMGbRZypFufJlw3OTZJ0LgXfNyIaS76R-mtrYS2ZSCfbrqB3xVUJsSEpUJNyp8mNufpgI_ryVdez3KL02VfZdj3v6We_06E8VXKnszNkSyCj2fvu24zWqE7/s400/P1243988+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Beautiful sunset... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446395278838540530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtzEPUgx1VqUG46SphrdLR1rm7ly85zYbQr_p45udGu2pJPC20vh0vbicUNH7afMK1_lVan6NuJtJyGG_G1MddSy4PzU6wHjRsNAd8gJYLOXTgAAY52RBmJJTK5TnoFpP0Gi_Lvvr9hnp/s400/P1243940+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />On the beach... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446467017672287922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3A3xWlcdaE6YPwiDqLEumA5eJ7nJn7If1xhUAEaM_Sw5GYmtobgS2KTlHdhj1tHm_34jt4COUg85npuSL8hIciZepoV10I-6d1U0nXR4r0ufb_3WNa43yLgscHVs71dj5su-7PrkY8k7/s400/DSC08631+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />One of my favorite pics--the last night on the beach. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446467433214062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPJLkZ8tqdbIjo3lPRZ7CsAvVpIFaaqGfsank-IvbOnt9oaATVO_qmikY3FXbsN0Fyo1oJNMjJEVq6nFRqsAWh5O8T2zkDl4OHVXjloEWSfQVB-2RRoUmTSl484OMdiVcrsH99JJ3KyyW/s400/DSC08637+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />My babies... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446467819965661106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8gUqsSG7YkE88E5aorqiGKDRVK7uhKGdoqp_vxqo0KW4H6-_Y4QRGJWQ9lWkvoVjA4uKvLFZoqryJFdgF8R6_cxIlVi4Yn2-JFCMj1-xwCdwttWo0TICmsHnA0x4f3cvbq6p3LVLUIs9/s400/DSC08681+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />My all-time favorite picture that I have taken...Blue is my favorite color, and this sunset was amazing. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446468269037508754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3muKPXjQyQdP0umBhFKymVXKkKMkaY2BOU0p9ZGa45Ekc_ksSageIu_xKH25u2g17wU1Qn3rIIWi9kHkD4HDKjmqESMysoGWHOAHJi7RUpoWuS2cG1CftAFNyBejOfnd217VQ3ONizwbC/s400/DSC08706+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Bug making sand angels on the last night in the condo</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-71530018514595839732010-02-15T14:59:00.012-06:002010-02-15T15:57:59.914-06:00It's been a long time...Well, life happens, and something had to give. This last month, it was the blog. I am going to really try to manage my time better, and blog more often, so here goes. <div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>We went on a week-long vacation to Florida in mid-January. We stayed at the same condo we have stayed at the past three years for five days, went to Magic Kingdom for one day, then visited DH's grandparents for two days. We really didn't want to come home at all. While waiting for our departure, heading home, I got online and checked the weather. In Florida, it was 74 degrees, at home it was 7 degrees. Hmmmm, 74 degrees or 7 degrees....I just can't decide. That day, I woke up to wonderful, sunny 74 degree weather and went to bed shivering under four blankets--the thermometer said it was 2 degrees outside. Back to reality. Here are some of the pictures from our trip: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438588289278379986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJUWP6QX6TXPK03VvvvQ9xuo6bo_WKHTOHP1cxaLg4Z_Ldg5JfucCU-7qyU5CYj9g5kI26Btim8Ijuv2DywJmzAfhD4xGUrAQ3TjCNslfDakERwF4DVxbnhl6k9kkOAVFKcVoMQk6K2hM/s400/DSC08479+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>This picture was actually taken at the end of a real long day...we all look a little rough! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438588583020977890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzLv9TCiT2CZ9CqB9fw2tRAlKbTeurHSe2gbkTWOH_HijeDN65qJsinsVRV4g1UbOyruzLznOVtftPzvuB8MbeXhHWdvUbUYrBPejTWW7CeqruljzlSQUEgQbxdNynq-mW2igT-Yq52_-/s400/DSC08477+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Taking a rest on the people mover. We rode this two times in a row--a nice break for everyone! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438588860828969634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmGgK3mMtI7_eug0zhak3Y1LiuEnpoCiaRSQP7kXL71xTGuB4NXz5fL1gv4x7VFebqFOCpjNIrg1GsvhUZUX5_iuFRNBFIzaHuwRqpVWNh_ucPVYeG5eVdj8eE7iX6C0AWX6MGPE1GpYe/s400/DSC08469+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Bug looked at this and said..."Aww, Momma, Cinderella's castle is so beautiful..." <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438589174494172258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBI1eJEQNGe0zh17v5tA1KNcs6QO1rHoTJZIJkRUZQRs7s3MJegELc6UcuDNB9Tsld-RngcYoZQremsIMI3e0ME0ZA26VaEXoMBxKbORH0dMsHf98mgvhu4qa2-BhIY2g1ZuHPbwuAHSq/s400/DSC08465+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />A great picture of Daddy and his favorite little girl... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438589409217711218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmukeHm_GHguW35rhZx3Xi3EQEZ-q5MBXZGnO9g_7gLHVVZb9mif9uRsaL_JIyhwtLjxobAUaaROHRKFGUpnNbVsxP77SnqgimSiVe2geYMr9YC6iEURgb9vH0oPkOlhyphenhyphenIYs9KbZdS7nT/s400/DSC08459+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />While Bubby took a two hour nap, Bug and I went 'adventuring' around, and found Pluto's house!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438589717123340930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGWmZ3-uFZtcLyT00KHMAJAlvc4jvOhTH8Gf1kSn7KiZlev5iXKdULUu24w-2o5TY9geLzfE0PjWaFG7T8VgaM9ZfYrLzK9SWnsx1o3umS4-mvtKkPDuVHMM0F_-PdkSt_vicvo3bj4xK/s400/DSC08453+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> Go ahead...try to pry me off this carousel!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438590020832423314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh664KYbXHPd_BDnX4fCGqfWziO3nHnM3K_Dy_E3oHrmJd6YMgJffOuB9LCnhva7WmAAb-nOMA_zTwOMG1U0I4KQrddUqNwjZt3fCX3ctEfIDgJGWqfw-ofS4HrSmtG_u-afBrEcyivTnwh/s400/DSC08448+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Bubby LOVED the Dumbo ride. From beginning to end, there was a permanent grin on his face. Priceless. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438590577335408434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIK96iy7dexgN1a64iGqxMIbPrZEosVYUQpsRE-Dk4t4MI7AxIdvu2ZdjURm8uE36w0R5RYh-vdJfOVKH4Oe5Q0Ej1jG4GVGPqcY6VtlYvQ1JliJqFm02hmnZK2DOVestFE7dM3dqEO6H/s400/DSC08446+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />She can barely contain the excitement of going on the Dumbo ride!</div><div> </div><div>Stay tuned to more vacation pictures...</div></div></div></div></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-60689728860767875732010-01-08T14:04:00.006-06:002010-01-08T14:24:21.585-06:00The Dash---<div align="left">I went to bible study this week, and one of my 'ladies' brought this poem to share. I loved it, and wanted to share it with you. Kinda makes you think...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>The Dash--</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>I read of a man who stood to speak</em></div><div align="center"><em>At the funeral of a friend.</em></div><div align="center"><em>He referred to the dates on her tombstone</em></div><div align="center"><em>From the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beginning</span> to the end.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>He noted that first came the date of her birth</em></div><div align="center"><em>and spoke of the following date with tears.</em></div><div align="center"><em>But he said what mattered most of all, </em></div><div align="center"><em>was the dash between those years.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>For that dash represents all the time</em></div><div align="center"><em>that she spent alive on earth,</em></div><div align="center"><em>And now only those who loved her</em></div><div align="center"><em>know what that little line is worth.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>For it matters not, how much we own,</em></div><div align="center"><em>the cars, the house, the cash,</em></div><div align="center"><em>What matters is how we live and love</em></div><div align="center"><em>and how we spend our dash.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>So think about this long and hard;</em></div><div align="center"><em>Are there things you'd like to change?</em></div><div align="center"><em>For you never know how much time is left</em></div><div align="center"><em>that can still be rearranged.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>If we could just slow down enough</em></div><div align="center"><em>to consider what's true and real</em></div><div align="center"><em>And always try to understand</em></div><div align="center"><em>the way other people feel.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>And be less quick to anger</em></div><div align="center"><em>and show appreciation more</em></div><div align="center"><em>and love the people in our lives</em></div><div align="center"><em>like we've never loved before.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>If we treat each other with respect</em></div><div align="center"><em>and more often wear a smile,</em></div><div align="center"><em>remembering that this special dash</em></div><div align="center"><em>might only last a little while.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>So when your eulogy is being read</em></div><div align="center"><em>with your life's actions to rehash</em></div><div align="center"><em>would you be proud of the things they say</em></div><div align="center"><em>about how you spent your dash?</em></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-55055548389782662082009-12-23T21:22:00.006-06:002009-12-23T21:30:42.515-06:00The REAL reason for the season...<div align="center"><em>So, Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.</em></div><div align="center"><em><br />And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." </em></div><p align="center"><br /><em>Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."<br />When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."<br />So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.</em> </p><p align="center"><br />Have a Blessed Christmas!!!</p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-66968017304032826102009-12-22T20:53:00.021-06:002009-12-23T21:09:54.690-06:00A big update...Well, so much has happened since the last post. Where to start--let's start with a sick child. I always thought I had a pretty strong stomach--after all I always wanted to be a nurse. Well, let's just say, I learned that I don't have as strong of a stomach than I thought. It all started with Bug on Monday (the 14th) afternoon. The worst case of the "runs" I have ever seen. It was so bad, I had to put Bubby in his highchair for a good 40 minutes to clean it up. Ugh. Later that night, she was writhing in pain. I seriously thought she may have appendicitis--it hurt her to stand up, and her poor belly was SO distended. I was about five minutes from taking her to the ER...when....she projectile vomited ALL over. After two hours of cleaning up, and giving Bug her second bath in four hours, we were able to rest a bit.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>It gets better--with 4 loads of yucky laundry, we realize our drains in the laundry room are clogged. SERIOUSLY?! So, at 10pm, I am calling 24hr plumbers to see if anyone could help us. We ended up just waiting till the early morning on the 15th to have them come and clear our pipes. After scrubbing the kitchen floors two more times (cleaning up after the plumber's equipment), I was tired and it was 11am. Luckily, this sickness that Bug had was only a 24hr bug....Thank You Lord. I am not sure how much more puke/poop I could handle. </div><br /><br /><div>Next up was Bug's preschool party. Santa made a visit, the kids sang to the parents, and we had cookies and punch. It was a good time, and I managed to take a few pictures, while I was trying to keep Bubby from attacking Santa (he LOVES Santa). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418281392392870834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4V8Vqdo5xTCpgMD3u0biz6C7JC71BFJs9EAJ5tRHO5cPTCEtO6ggybDOwXKfHT9kiHQ0kaT9tIoPekXkdaNlpfK2TGa25Hl7FflotanY7Gyx9niAYDeC5pL4niso84-VEiXSc85SPqMB/s400/DSC07975+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418281813439021202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61jQ4IH_aKwl9vBFBDheyG5fnVYDRLxTtLRtEMfonnahZsgz0i2S0yKxmIHNNp4Rq47cjjIo1GRMKPPmNOK7-3b1o5gvPFFFLq9ZEpdE9lrkzHiQmeNgf1LEykQWBsjIMA4OdOLZH3L_N/s400/DSC07981+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />The next night, we made some Christmas cookies. We had fun--Bug made cookies for about an hour, then wanted to watch a Christmas kids show on tv. We let Bubby have his way with some sugar and sprinkles...that was fun. I ended up making the cookies by myself while Daddy watched a VeggieTales show with the kids...which was ok. I turned up the Christmas music, and made about four dozen cookies. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418634351991096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfhm1WPE3WT2pCGVvMbVqbIw5kcdsDwGCtGGkcuC3S0S-R2SMWExGp1XqzuLTdIGEAzvMu26Kpn3IcMm4mmlzN7Gql42mW_bS5fHPUuihTkYR4hXOyz8gpcgYIG227n3tNoa1uWuKbFuI/s400/DSC07967+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>She liked playing with the sugar and sprinkles, more than actually decorating! Goofy girl...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418284133875434002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5wThUuFnyzj_C1mRU0P4ntlCae3c_CuCRyofY3RXcOnp6ReYRPg95Kc81BLtKw8t1W3JhbiXmOCjK1oUW1q291MU0V-lWsdJotzDnsVVSQH4-cU5RURZQ9TZoHtKvP6meksK7a0B632i/s400/DSC07953+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Daddy had to help...otherwise Bubby would have probably just put his face in the bowl of sugar!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418284405860449586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKaBvCb4sR2_nR63x-FNHddQq61ITqnCTV4UauJxkPiWPIAdcccHvESgginnVMQD6dz8zW7yfcsPsUC33C0iZjDh7yUv9eBkeX3E6edoZpTLJ2lh9FMMjx3Co_JG-Oi40JYU-pBvkZRgGA/s400/DSC07950+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Just wonderin' if you would like some cookie dough along with that pile of green sugar??<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418284669355727538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4780cvOms1lvix9aa7jkL141d4VStIWtT0d6M-O9DOd6OhFeAeg3HEZot22I4MOkzZFgvwGVjAX8VL3lstDBzjC4HfV7v19x6zL0txxg2lV06HRIq64E1G-XFRFjoMJJ9GV3WpPN8ow7/s400/DSC07959+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Uff-Da! THAT is alot of sugar and sprinkles!!!</div><br /><p>Now that Bug is done with preschool till the first week in January, we had to fill some time with indoor projects:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418286519640442578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKeKYLF0wniIJzwWPkLTlR-RJqrGSuMdG9b9OuRPx9CXbrgPrzo8pjI68JLMxp6Bw9FHwKqAlc1B74lzrtLqWRUsc6OFjK1cLgXpCUtVRJLpYIcW1ARbKNZcqSxUAMJPsXU47qge4WMym/s400/DSC07992+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>For fear of Bubby throwing the paint plate all over, I had to use heavy duty tape to secure the plate....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418286959267512274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tOqxtssm0LB-BoJrmgS9VuwI9VyxhTQ-0RM38_IsKblQb8b35wo5hMUSdh1vBtIL18NBGgaKO22KrrU-RR5OtDctUIJeFM_LLU6Q6Evq91XXSvbKqH05tvyDZmS2gqzxitmcll35cHMv/s400/DSC08000+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p>"Show me your hands, Bubby!"</p><p>The next night (the 19th) we made the trip to have our Christmas celebration with Bubby's birth family. We had a big pizza party, and just had lots of fun. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418287788670765586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyTnSZ-qam2X-bdNvXOvIe6oKwt88AONs_vvvTnr36lh53LDOAgHkmMyDjl_OVl1isFYK_D6stAYT7yY9hMHM5aXaabihAYZoEwURWtcI_iVJjM1KKkUfEsnf02ZtUpSd5g4yNJA3WGDB/s400/DSC08008+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>(L-R) "H", Bubby's birthmom, and "K", Bubby's birth-grandma<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418288122293957778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5qvuz_pkmJ99GG-o7aMz7sTUJmzmWToqtcnAKfeWRTbskP4vidLfAYdvCIYZJcUN3m5zGFhCJQhgFtg6O3JYR6bRO-DPt4NWPyOMxpodStvDdqL8N_j_JBOJgRhX1t0qxsP-A4HkPvQ7/s400/DSC08010+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>(L-R) "J" ("H's" cousin), 'F' (H's Grandpa), and 'G' (H's cousin) having some pizza!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418288603087584658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb7ASiiMLa2x3tqga7hA_naRcvD_qFZGpz1XjTUMlH_aMcbWMXFcEKaz9AqP-3hjchkyXzNcw7El6MOAN7hAzYqunuLeqfVYqYaF-8lme0YtNx3y-6zsD_1JQ51QKLSbRZ8P8xFrjNtXQ7/s400/DSC08017+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><p>Playing after dinner (H and Bubby) </p><p>Saturday, Bug sang in her first Christmas program at church. Brought happy tears to my eyes. So many years, we dreamed of a day that we would see a child of ours up there singing "Away in a Manger"....and finally, that day had come. I said many silent Thank-You's to God, for our precious little Bug. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418622363878525538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIh39oMnialqAI_XGE3iJ2C8RrGafhdRrNIJqRz6eQr-YZVct1OVmEn_oDh8Bl-2G81fKrnLjBwD2On3Op62pQU8J6skf8l-nhD1NwIQQst7LkO2kFirMiruhvFHEQppjU3J-8vA0yk6_/s400/DSC08047+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />This is the only half-way decent picture I was able to get...bummer.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418622610122570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlrFNICtlu66n7tvsJuqaJZEfgEBMrhtgPYns5QO1GrxZgsMHPR3Lb2xWXhh0eD_CdUnxNJbbdW8uHZam9nUpL9PPhgISP_vI4QQ1xsIhdShkE59zfmXZQURVwukueBQOXsgZotnNfJbh/s400/DSC08057+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Beautiful</p></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-40874510004558499152009-12-12T21:20:00.008-06:002009-12-12T22:25:09.288-06:00Loving the snow...Well, a few days ago, we got a bit of snow. Ten inches of snow. We actually got off pretty easy--about 30 minutes west of us, got sixteen inches of snow. I will take ten inches of snow, versus sixteen--thank you very much. This was the first measurable snowfall of the season, so we took the kids outside to play. It was fun to see Bubby--HE LOVES THE SNOW!! He would run to a snow pile, turn around, and fall backwards and look to the sky. It was the funnies thing! Bug still loves the snow too, and I am sure they can't wait to go back outside. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570168785504434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsVUZz6El5LlCeRU3IUbs_JJvTqRb44-mthVZbfxbop9xoZ5lHbC5S-ekTQr_DGEZ4ICfcfXHRLZXai6fE3qRCZcNXSkjNqancSBB9mxU4DW-dZaki95PVbKk8_n0OS87CA-qACvXJSGJ/s400/DSC07913+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570312234904962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_PVQHqVRs9V1RiAcqtts36Lyk3L3fjY2VWNzO9kQc_x-AocUyp-X4oKMDouHMkiBK9jkmS687HWRw7_kiIYzd8lOCXdKu5oHboMIS6BEg6anD8EEVvsah1gYblN3m1RdoqAh282hgSiG/s400/DSC07916+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570416589294514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2lMJ-g5gAeLkSRkvigsgkFMU9MEa_2cwYay8PJ5eLOGS9Olpfvc_aH6WVKqDJKBel-UoK3jP4VaSkE5LETgdMm_iUNGYsk0cFbA2IgYidhrRUSSR8CmJF7oDxY-qrMpSYh_EpNTwxX-V/s400/DSC07918+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570529392861314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkgvhfV_VSvD664loybVa9WtIkY0N0BfYrFQzp0y3QpkrYgPWb-MtyE3d8UgeqX6doxVw71zzov-kDBbr1nTdzdKxtiHo_h4pVUdHGkZel1gu3ibLGUbR4yPSvympiGECk5KfJ-2id9uK/s400/DSC07924+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Putting him to work already...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570893790510706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFELodpC9G67W4USZFxWZgkzkKA83WgZulrH98nOlQ-4LenjB8kEx76UuPH76WlBbnCvTDyQ5CjyrL8L9b7UMXtEPDhskmvA5WmnPZIb_eZFmo_o4fXZw9A8vVYgkXwbLRPH5-56Vvi0c5/s400/DSC07939+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br />I took this picture the other day. I was trying to keep him up so I could feed him lunch first then put him down for a nap..but he beat me to it. I was typing out a couple of emails. I checked on him, and he was awake. Literally, two minutes later, I looked back and this is what I saw. So cute...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-29422993756259014482009-12-12T21:07:00.004-06:002009-12-12T21:19:09.157-06:00Our Fodder...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkvJe3ozdAJu3MUcDtkHjp5duSQsjgggaNpsXSh33MQkZuOOGpReHDIfkpYgn27sb9X0RafoEAEbyTkHYgbTX-ThM4S-2w4CBIVqLbdQUA82Ec2Fwfi8vWozPQMoA4A-vH_Cj-FK2SH1g/s1600-h/DSC07682+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414554557638435458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkvJe3ozdAJu3MUcDtkHjp5duSQsjgggaNpsXSh33MQkZuOOGpReHDIfkpYgn27sb9X0RafoEAEbyTkHYgbTX-ThM4S-2w4CBIVqLbdQUA82Ec2Fwfi8vWozPQMoA4A-vH_Cj-FK2SH1g/s400/DSC07682+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />A nightly prayer by our little girl, who we call "Bug".<br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Our Fodder, who are in heaven</em><br /><br /><em>hollow be dye name. (yawn)</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Our Fodder, who are in heaven</em><br /><br /><em>hollow be dye name. </em><br /><br /><em>Dye kingdom come, </em><br /><br /><em>Dye will be done, </em><br /><br /><em>on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Earf</span> as it is in Heaven.</em><br /><br /><em>Give us this day our daily bread,</em><br /><br /><em>and forgive us our...</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>"Mom, I have a boogie in this nose..." </em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>(insert pep talk about how important it is to finish the prayers, then blow our nose)</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Our Fodder, who are in heaven</em><br /><br /><em>hollow be dye name.</em><br /><br /><em>Dye kingdom come, </em><br /><br /><em>Dye will be done, </em><br /><br /><em>on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Earf</span> as it is in Heaven.</em><br /><br /><em>Give us this day our daily bread, </em><br /><br /><em>and forgive us our trespasses,</em><br /><br /><em>as we forgive those who trespass against us.</em><br /><br /><em>And lead us not into temptation,</em><br /><br /><em>but deliver us from evil,</em><br /><br /><em>for mine is the kingdom,</em><br /><br /><em>the power, and the glory,</em><br /><br /><em>forever and ever....AMEN. </em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>"Mommy, is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gramma</span> Polly and Jesus proud that I said Our Fodder all by myself??"</em><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-86195991711207597422009-12-05T23:08:00.013-06:002009-12-05T23:33:40.219-06:00Before and After...Ok, well the drugs are working, and my bronchitis is SLOWING going away. However, the sicknesses are still making their way around our family. Bubby now has a fever and "gastric issues" (if you know what I mean). I have a feeling we will be making our way BACK to the pediatrician on Monday, if he doesn't improve. If we do, that will make it three visits in three weeks to the pediatrician. Now I totally understand what my mom meant, when we were growing up, when she told us kids..."I feel like I live at the Dr's office!!" And there were four of us, not just two--so I guess I am getting off easy!! I just want us to be well for Christmas...and for our "snowbird" vacation in January.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div></div><div>Here are a few "Before and After" pictures of Bubby and some chocolate pudding:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988138554997202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjId5htmq9vIXQs47Da568uG0HyDj-FvIvw-EFQ7FnWj4yg6GKBN0ouw9S9w3Xn-9W5AXyb3PNIwWbl_SVVMNdWqtIvNAq8zVG277gSmf-J09qhSE3-0rosJgL5SuvrzuPM7np9eWwfwpqc/s400/DSC07881+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>BEFORE: Mmmm, good pudding! He just kept looking at me, as if to ask..."Are you sure I can put my hands in this???"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988472402215682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYJtvJBIIBzDfuRhs21h8P-AJtW8F5qx5fUWBhENvsicJ8GeOsYKMr38Geniis9Lcip3nBfSPcsz2eRu0e20X-1RJvAD_D3nc1gHc0ayprQal89HQ-OfmelDT3PRu-SzTbPxuQoo87u9g/s400/DSC07890+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>His artwork--he put much more pudding on the tray than is his mouth....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988829805532578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiix4Esw8_phIFsxRN1BcOptuzfQVilyQLVzVIL56rDsxN6ojw61DyjEj1DOktsC8FuqNL-pTO0pzwDoiuUlH4C8N91Ryv4kXJpqsewbXWOwPtsLq1qxoy94Hbvx11JwDYVxGOmbCpfneyl/s400/DSC07898+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />AFTER: Here he is saying "cheeeeee" to the camera....too cute!</div><p>We had a pretty full day today. This morning, we visited with Santa. Then we headed home, had lunch, and finished putting up the Christmas tree. Lots of fun!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989574189130498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_LykXVbtzw4e0nk8OeECnUtW0_Cl5yYfg1q34Esf2QrpMXG4sz4mWGcG2pkswjTmSXUOB3abcG75iWycnpCBAkCbLVZ6CTWTyNGJmnBMss6ZGVAO2qnDkC9oS8uKa7namVLrjEe3CjI0/s400/DSC07910+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />I can't believe my babies are getting so big...time sure flies!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989921709928578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoryj3WLpIm8TJ_Jw2WRlOHdbBLeiukplm_wRUCv07UQS8y3mDip1AVEWcRF632__H4lFwlVaJjBy0p05h7FuHLOhyRHiGK2zZk2XJlXv0V5j4I9IaS87lZz46si9kDPeStmgMRE_S50b/s400/DSC07904+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p>I think this is a cute picture--don't get me wrong. It's just that I feel bad for Bubby, because the only words he will now hear are: "No.", "No touching.", "Leave the ornaments alone.", "No eating--out of your mouth!" (repeat a million times!). We do have a pretty sad looking tree this year though, because I couldn't put up anything of any value, for fear "destructo" would/will have his way with it. I have a feeling, it will get to be a long December with him and that tree...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-750360210785468262009-12-04T15:08:00.006-06:002009-12-04T15:14:25.054-06:00Christmas is coming...<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYABLTv-OUz5t545tfBrSF9os0jjnHzB9v87NE0tJYDFWNudMAtiosAgTo_gTKt4b1v70doS1bKyHpIs4IhyphenhyphenMdhyewY4kCon6hwQH3Zekyiwp3wCMWLfE42i_WPnKIlgGWONEgZ3nBn6-c/s1600-h/DSC07880+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411491081593395986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYABLTv-OUz5t545tfBrSF9os0jjnHzB9v87NE0tJYDFWNudMAtiosAgTo_gTKt4b1v70doS1bKyHpIs4IhyphenhyphenMdhyewY4kCon6hwQH3Zekyiwp3wCMWLfE42i_WPnKIlgGWONEgZ3nBn6-c/s400/DSC07880+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the Baby Jesus from my nativity. Bug likes to hold him alot. Bubby has learned to say, "Hi, baby!". We have three nativities up--Mine, the kids' nativity (a Little People nativity), and my Grandma's nativity. My Mom said that Grandma's nativity is pretty old--her and my Uncle John remember sliding baby Jesus down the top of the stable, when they were small kids. That poor baby Jesus...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411492159301792194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPWq5WG4m-XTTzLK3pxbb2jXPHyGVhPcmYyU90KcjKpb2dSwMekrjTP9yOqwygny2yDj7CxZ1IqxgehhfUJv4vKb0Hy0kO3ib4Dgi8DV-tv1LUtwU8OEODBZt-uPhafGoj-zs9k4JEKq4/s400/DSC07863+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />The first snow of the year...Christmas is coming.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-30923547049923256922009-12-03T22:42:00.016-06:002009-12-03T23:22:04.443-06:00Joke's on me...Here are some fun pictures from the last few weeks:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411237683396286258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdxFyEFH9Op1MHlIYKRCRx9EJSkYGv1NJPIVzs0zWB6YILyqNwW76Klc3U-1iy5MY9OgYXqfRRNoYujpmTSE6ifm1znI9s75Nf9wn7TIk-DiYm5bKi4NZXk31KIECH_prRfFvtLZ0YRav/s400/DSC07768+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />The kiddos with Grandpa. Grammy and Grandpa came for a short visit the weekend before Thanksgiving. The kids couldn't get enough of them...good thing we saw them five days later!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411238074058117858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9Ur8IDeAYsQuN-fQwb3BVuFfWg1_owbKuEC2sL4s0FcJOtC-p3Rzd3Nn-1-Kb9AttbucE8Dm-eOYa4yK1AMGxgzo6qmYmDhYYYAbzKyn5Gr3DCZo6WtTFzJaDBFGc1nZhAquGbQyI4ca/s400/DSC07758+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />So, our rule for ear piercing with Bug is that she has to be at least five--so she can learn to take care of cleaning them herself. Well, one night her and I went shopping, and found some "fake earrings" (stickers). We were going to play a joke on Daddy, and say we got her ears pierced. I coached her in the car the entire ride home to say..."Daddy, I got my ears pierced!". When we got in the door, she said..."Daddy, I have sticker earrings on my ears!!!" I guess the joke was on me. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411239330265288626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbHWVkhcBQ2xPAixYaGsfhvnxy_efU7l9a8gHQzL6CTPtXYD9vEKeMGU7ChNjlTBcFTwjaYa-D_3cen2ByOZOTggSn7rvOeHGJCPj5KOiIGNxfYEo7QySy5kuZN9RMMy3eRxXgJO_5S3t/s400/DSC07786+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />My kiddos starting to feel under the weather... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411239578475170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhlJ9_wv3dK0X8aG_YkCa0u0FyjwFVLDEuaR4iIfLUtdi8u7rN_xvpGfOI3TJ7EQgxJZhndtkTjBEvrRJMbhJC1LZ3Dkwid7yb3jy-auyjoOXHHUPKuXPnhm97U7ZlJJEqYi8kPdlL6Aq/s400/DSC07816+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />I love this picture!! Baby RK is looking up to her Uncle... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411240046517182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAaW2Ofoi20ck_c86cmyD7jTkbddKI1__HJFLBs5a-19lXnyvQIW92Qck8zttKpnRUm8x04RGbrLUS5e8USV3nS9G4Pq8kw8Jm6l4zbS2vjYCC5vGoEB5AbJNL-CK3_SkZgbw1u3XzXel4/s400/DSC07835+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Our niece, E, at her dance practice. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411240393300467842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GOOEI_D7k8NEv8HJwBeEDOb5PhL6gMXjfwGNIahiRaI9X-1LLoM5t2-oqH9alP5Mj37X4dxe0tVmPBgSdiczBvSj5qzqOICj9OO5WztAiLBNJGH-lboHzMZMxss8hAOO_2oOwu59XCE0/s400/DSC07842+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Grammy and three of her grandkids tickling the ivories.... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411240726370097362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0N94uZHqET2OPRNJw2ZK07ksrFpMqDbpgOzRiltUGMT4mPqgKdU6po62RCj9sTuc3LN8hyE9Zanvq75JAPv7ERAG5Gglms_9nfUKRKZ7Zhy-miRp4Fwtc7BIOpL80ejuCY6U_WUgKVvRB/s400/DSC07852+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Sorry to spoil for most of you...this will be December 2010 on your calendars! Can you believe taking this picture took less time than getting them dressed??<br /><br /><div><div><div></div><div>We had a great Thanksgiving, making "the loop" this year....first to my family, then to DH's family. We were gone 5 days...it was a nice break. The kids started to have runny noses, and just generally felt yucky a few days prior, but we went anyway. I held out getting sick till Saturday. I had no voice, and could tell that this round of bronchitis that I was going to get would be a doozie. Monday and Tuesday, I had a total of six hours of sleep, because I couldn't sleep laying down. I took the kids to the doctor on Tuesday--and for the most part, they are doing well. After that, it was off to my doctor, where I was told.."Girl, you are about a hop, skip and a jump from going to the hospital". Ok. Great. I guess my oxygen level was a tad low. I had a horrendously bad case of bronchitis (surprise, surprise.), so they made me do a breathing treatment in the office. The rule was if my oxygen level wasn't up after that, and my lungs weren't clearer, then I was going to the hospital. WHAT? Like I have time for that. Well, the treatment worked, and they sent me home with FIVE different medications. I am feeling much better, and last night was the first night of semi-normal sleep (6hrs) that I have had all week. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>We put up most of our Christmas decorations last night. I am dreading Bubby and our Christmas tree this year. I just think I am going to buy some junk ornaments and use those, instead of the real ones for fear he will destroy them. I love him dearly, but he can destroy something in seconds if he really wants to. I guess we will see...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>This weekend, we are heading to visit with Santa and just relax. Can't wait to just relax....</div></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-55222252835019208042009-12-02T08:10:00.011-06:002009-12-02T08:29:56.398-06:00A missing peace...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lBdYvoGVuwiczFZpMnBvJkcZQG74eFwVgorNkEa-AoamvhH77ay0-o7698ggrgPYpXXfM0KS4BcgODcFvTLtVNmuxP0VMBORF0QhgxWFvJExB0jKXZujvblpJHPESZ9pfi1Qx4K9qvso/s1600-h/DSC03456+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410641524223558850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lBdYvoGVuwiczFZpMnBvJkcZQG74eFwVgorNkEa-AoamvhH77ay0-o7698ggrgPYpXXfM0KS4BcgODcFvTLtVNmuxP0VMBORF0QhgxWFvJExB0jKXZujvblpJHPESZ9pfi1Qx4K9qvso/s400/DSC03456+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture was taken July 14th, 2004. This picture signifies a kind of peace for me.<br /><br />We had just suffered the loss of our first child (we later found it was our first son). We were devastated. After wanting a child for so long, I felt a piece of my heart was lost forever. A friend came over to offer a meal, and brought a card. On the front of the card was a daisy. It was a beautiful card.<br /><br />The next morning I woke up, went out to sit on the deck to pray and reflect on the short time that our baby and me had together. I looked down, and a daisy had popped up overnight in a place there had never been flowers. We had never planted daisies there. We had been living in the house for five years already, and have never seen any daisies there. I knew this was from God. A sign that peace is coming...everything will be ok. It may not be immediate, but peace is coming. God brought a beautiful thing to a place it had never been before to show me PEACE. That is how I feel right now.<br /><br />A new chapter is beginning...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-60376272043307781222009-11-18T14:22:00.021-06:002009-11-18T15:50:30.899-06:00The toilet is fun...So, I am going to REALLY try to be a good blogger--since that's what my five readers deserve! Well, the first week of November was a busy week. Bug had another appointment with her immunologist--just a follow-up, and she was fine (although, currently we are battling another asthma/allergy reaction)--and the doctor gave us one year's worth of Nasonex samples. Bless his heart--that helped the pocketbook! My Mom arrived later that afternoon to help with the kids while I was recovering from knee surgery. Surgery was on November 5th at noon. It lasted only about 30 minutes, and I finally woke up from the anesthetic at 2:30pm. I love the "cocktails" they put in your IV. Ahhhhhhh. I got home around 3:30, and got to eat dinner. I was famished--I was pretty sure I could eat a horse. Instead, I had some beef roast, potatoes and cooked carrots. Now onto recovery... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405544624896140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfVcQ7elWQvMhSFV33Pf7h6cN_-QrBDz8PLHWbwIExxOODZdXRBrSJAgdEz50PqAftHj2ccf1lQnEwU1QWvcyrieFogxfOaRUPkrakG9Osj-Ktxlw3bR3w2K0TV9EBchdE1euXDH8KAaU/s400/DSC07578+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405545051398854482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtBwrxKAMEtptxcpWfuyekej-8HjOq5dJXwb72jS4IVGylzZkmlY2HA3akWYWnA6C2A4RYbZ8_SlHpPqZVgQD_hiewuiTfRPOwhQ9X3-_Vq46PvR9FFnIldLtC71QY7rmuh8eK7873j7I/s400/DSC07580+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />My Mom, Me and Bug playing a game of CandyLand. This was the first time my Mom allowed me to get up (except for going to the bathroom). It felt so good to sit in a upright position...and it had only been 24hrs.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405545751377686834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBQvXQH7vhPvVgcTaVzQD0Abn2yx-zKtfzx3ISl-Jq0SODl9jVh16S96W3Ef4CqOYXGPFyT44NFVp3dKcMcEk101T8o05VNKajNC5e-FjLDYLDCQNBD1zA3Dvb4dQfkxBLOxoVxCeF-1a/s400/DSC07637+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />This picture was taken the day before my stitches were out.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><p>My Mom left on Sunday to head home. It was nice to have her here--next time, though, we would rather be shopping and having fun! The beginning of the week, DH stayed and worked form home to help me with the kids. Sometime during those days, when I was hobbling around, not able to get to Bubby in time this happened:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546801930032082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24qOBYnPv1cq8MTHKKbL8KX_5gqwHGXGsVRRBYQe0pKp1u-S7XhrnHSuDAXOAC48oiZtRbG1RQ4w_cm3RRAhHdfiRqPq-qvXDF2vpej3PqRBuL0AGikoP5cz8OcnAnQPIB0U-0mQ3SjDX/s400/DSC07572+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>Geez...as much as he loves his blankie...I am surprised he put it in the toilet! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405547409742768866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZYHJu_IhePvmvtWxA-bHCJkQOKF5FG7q0L-5PQYg2xsmxkOfuJE3QBYGEgBKXgABcdT_rwhbngZOHywSvG94rWgkwgvm8lCLZizGHFWlQ0g9aDwBe1B3sptxqtQgYATHeKsQ0ISFkC_8/s400/DSC07623.JPG" border="0" />I guess it is fun to put the wireless computer mouse in the toilet to see the red light blink-blink-blink-blink....Toilets are fun.</div><p>On Thursday (11/12, if you are following along), Bubby and Daddy were participating in a 3 minute segment on the local Fox affiliate to promote the agency we used in Bubby's adoption, and November being "National Adoption Month". Bubby got lots of "screen time", and Bug actually got to help out with the weather man during the forecast. Pretty cool!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405549331914386514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc4i93BFo15gM4vy8kwrAaZDcJn3TBl9rgDVJLqd417HxRQD9_sh_ohHM0zZtNhaJNpPe_2ExPffdbuNAwgGOdyuaksO9EnE6MvpIvU2xoY7wegAWXiS_d2ahkFitHTqbHSBrSOQwb1EJ/s400/DSC07586+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405549882626846322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_WnTpQEU8XdMvxG8RxyYqSYDIOX5abCcHrGwOPpvk29pRFDXA_5xM7youGz4xwCkNWCvokYgB9FITtgtoSzHk5grKFpNkBcjHQhijahy3MgfGtYf9k_9oSSMIX69D04k-VKUtBwPs2Db/s400/DSC07594+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Waiting for the segment to start--watching the live news cast<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405550528932942242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2_jAaeuZysorTnAJf4kflgIAJ4S8J-ClGDxw_Xdp2hBN1b4IL0lNcuh9Dt5EkRDL1Mk5p5yPtQjdK1ogZO6CswyOliULval_1rMxBipDwcNB3o6DN-49ZoSVb8JJVmlF2RD7lrFBoycN/s400/DSC07596+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>The best picture I have of them before the segment started<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405550774094173250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXutT8NpCpmCB4HXYWCHWubn39h0v1o-8UY5BsfrP9LCCDb02M6d-7gYxSgeoSYb1Q88wgHBc-OcjPJ19Fjo3eCmFMtozI-r1laVQXHTGtrWSH7LX5HPYWGhIoFb0_CpB9wkOjgHX3gtZ/s400/DSC07605+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Bug got called up by the meteorologist during his forecast...totally cool! We, of course, recorded the segment at home while we were there, totally not expecting to have Bug "help" with the weather. Since this day, Bug has asked to watch "me on tv!" like a kazillion times....ok really like a hundred times--but it seems like a kazillion times!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405551467103528546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCO2_kLvhDuKSI7T28jnT_YGwdbUf71K_qZ2GVf-xuXohAY7NYBrSz5WhJQXiZtKZY4ziL8hoAy8pJwHhF2mzhCO-UvjGQ-hqyHEjVHE2SDromWtqrr47N6zhcvIfN9oP5s641RgkqUyGc/s400/DSC07612+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />So bummed that this picture turned out fuzzy...it was such a good picture. The lady holding Bubby is the anchorwoman, Kim. </div><p>The next day, I had my stitches taken out--which was a relief. They were itchin' like crazy. The doctor was amazed at my recovery. I was/am on a mission to get back on the treadmill and just to be more healthy, and I can't do that with a bum knee. Later that night, DH's parents came for a short overnight visit...and will be back next weekend to finish their visit. </p><p>Saturday, we attended the adoption fundraiser. We were quite surprised when we walked in the door and saw this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405553743727400242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieP9j5ZYKkD0PURUeAY1bZDj4WsBclH114M6E_Wl-0VBHglvAeBQcbjBOxZ4GSXQpYNM6wZNw7cejKmnwx4E2f7CQBn8wycl75tX45CMYAi0804CLG-xWwKQ4Das80YABW2EzVhdSnd51D/s400/DSC07657+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />BUBBY!! </p></div><p>I guess I just didn't realize they were going to use his picture (this was his 3 month picture) for the welcome sign. We agreed to let them use his picture for their brochures, but they didn't mention this. It was fun! I asked what they were going to do with the poster after the fundraiser, because I would love to have it, but they said they are going to use it for future fundraisers. It will be fun in five years to see his little baby face still on the welcome sign. We had a great time at the fundraiser--good lunch, meeting new friends, and a silent auction. I actually won something--$50 worth of adoption scrapbooking supplies for $20! Yay for me!</p><p>Yesterday, Bug had a little program at her preschool for Thanksgiving. Her class sang some songs, then we had a "fruit feast" (fruit salad). It was a fun time, even though we had a choking scare with Bubby. THAT was scary. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405557017216962050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QyG2jFlL3eseCtVddAWqzzTZHffs1-k833VFoW7jlrhtN_UjIJsM6mis4FNKz2zCyc6KAsvKHKou-wRokvCU322ArUhYOWnGUEkzKNlLEf89tNV6LZUbERdA-Z3v1vmKruunVcY27QKc/s400/DSC07736+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />My Bug with her fruit salad<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405557329881120066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4g00abHpHwXVzgHroyToOmMPdjPl4_1zThnLZIelbM9GYz1PX0LVmYzKqZLDTFaf0gBVL0cNIyICRd7EdbLP4lFnawHh-xjl3ditoLX4SXpcStrZNhCfpDXACxDUZKpgcX1KYtzqHZddt/s400/DSC07738+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />The best picture I could get of the kiddos together</p></div></div><p>Here are a few pictures of us goofin' around yesterday:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405559208320725106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8tLeJp8BkOrSowh9Rs8gpJ3lmY6uR39JqxHnI-DudrLgEWtmNHziswwPCsby8ZSVjMfRY06aEOyw35bE8opgJeo_FDf076bJEekkGqW3PhRalKEwShK8RU2ZP-L3On7ioGnqFvmm8L8z/s400/DSC07671+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>Fighting over a pair of sunglasses<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405559477794889266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRW2wHdKqlwHe_6lTKyzxTADHvimHzUBMH5fnEHYwEMMEdIlNUtyaZzx-4Vdq7r0LBc-NfwAy4f_DDCo4_ov9-oGXDi6PJBFnEyc8qwH94wjMjT45GqqbKk0yH8BCTFr4Ph5OIYRJccsU/s400/DSC07680+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>My happy baby girl....</p><p>THERE!! I AM OFFICIALLY CAUGHT UP WITH MY BLOG!!! YAY FOR ME! We will see how long that lasts...Have a wonderful week!</p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-32669469046912760982009-11-17T16:24:00.010-06:002009-11-17T16:33:37.095-06:00October pictures batch # 3...and one last batch of pictures from October. Enjoy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202364456472258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_jc1nUPC8tc2UoKQjGQZjyoDOGj6gUVIDX24cRAFHb_BDnrHAMC385hAuya1GwEkb3pGNtaAvRUBa-_bVvs7m9CZ_bRshAUCAIhHkXiyly-PJTb-dUOGkSYyX5aVofHX3O2Nebj4CHPZ/s400/DSC07492+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div>The best picture of Bubby I could get...he moves so fast!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202524239291922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBxHsC9h0wH4YlaTEvbFXZxVlyjcR2TyP70CQZ-yn415hi4Bln8m4rO17finIf_KaNQPuryCDjVRrvMDl9flx55BoTfLMSNnYHiJM2MNDJ38jZXX5wYOWUVSmrHoglas06XugWYVGRnHM/s400/DSC07493+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>A good picture from a 3yr old who listens and smiles when you ask...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202726545265538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl58TFRySINggR4M0cgn8bOvtJMHvMrksABPabWWR1QhNP6VMQLys85bchj9cOPvdeZApecHqETT-ZgyO7NY_Obbs7AaaMIunQ6wtCX6S_lgvnpCgpCwm0MrMB45y6FyjITzcfq_bR7PFX/s400/DSC07506+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Again, the best picture I could get of the two of them...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202989447856178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5D_FpVvzLbjZ9vbqfNCe4a_VC86K-ZkGXya9b1AQ2_t_ZVRl94NSmsO02qVv-e4BxVf-fZIyRkugtGhHCkVNexETU7Itw1niL3fqHEKQDSWm_AjB2Bge_gxYVd5slSwKNtTKBZJCfBhP/s400/DSC07548+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>The best picture of all of us with our pumpkins<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405203262397043026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRhjkk0ioVgoNdAGdg3-Sw2o2ztcE4ojQspSLGW2bPEGH_HYyeZnNE0WpAR8sl4Aj6LeQLt-ijwvLFUdRoiOZiKVjwmJE5y0b7ULTZTZRA79KGmok3CCCyhmYxwzbkGqPl8eWVskzWg8y/s400/DSC07555+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>A picture of Bug on a day she dressed herself--a pink tutu, a halloween shirt, and pink/black leggings...could be worse, I guess...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405203714585342658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3aknhDRwEtMQMDgo3ME_vApD8hcttsrwB4JD9cumgJKlBwvIQPYOiB6M1lSOxgvGwQwjklCRHb01H22Y93Iqbtcty9VUz6b9a0ZWTmNwENrXYhcTJNP2W_X8On4JdpPttLugDO6iq2vG/s400/DSC07563+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Heading out to a few neighbors' houses for some halloween candy...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405204109817200338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pGXm968G_RKfEbXV2cJWNmUQbZmQHWSWXdBT0eDS6VK5BJAknSGYWbKxGzUjEt1IACv26GJE2UEEYrdza8wvwQhtGwpbRG-1zxejhlC5YjC6YyrRH65T3yGKbyns-o_eSsojEu51bLNh/s400/DSC07541+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br />Having a picnic in the family room...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-72853461400300913652009-11-17T15:16:00.015-06:002009-11-17T15:41:43.533-06:00October pictures batch #2<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here's more!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405184789119240786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwM4B3wAGY6u9szDRTecAgzfakA1jsRr0rfRJefFUuRu6kn4wqInWe4kXdQEbA2P5I3MYECwzqWk8oIFWMyS1W1sBcD0VVROqPEAGiCmjanRtDGIAZrfpH6_U2Jml1s560CKKzcoIsYGMT/s400/DSC07424+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bubby</span> getting a haircut...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405184963801520402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGMCayh9VYe4d3TRF0a6wtaRpgkxi0uX-9Dp459h9-Vn5nH8sO7l5x2WbV5c9jgT_nfzTWK0lBLHiafWGmrgVdYRIPstQ3784szAvgtvGAHJY4Kbp9y3LwRj_AoNSSAdTUuzRZmPXRzYS/s400/DSC07429+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>What a cutie!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405185118202614146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB95BQJiEi-SHmJ1dcEgSwlf3dtWySLMLTtrjvpuPTTmVuT7poFmJNJpBpVJ7j9uwqNg1k7bi6vY3f2esrwaW7cqZdFhLuzysh3Y-IuA1zfrPMPG03cpdpeOt8cB1TSRuqZMOJYZmASFS-/s400/DSC07432+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Cousins came for a visit around Halloween, and we took a trip to a pumpkin farm...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405185366093371890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tyswwjTFnK-Y4L5spp1lFia0z8v9dRJD2bcdwwNNno9uMcKLj4LGdfSSfupKt4nnGww6gMsDUQrM3uDPBS2tBx5n6H_9kx4xhXr1vKaOlhAj9SqXbv9qM7FHZUHjqx9gSESFQQiO3sCk/s400/DSC07433+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Baby cousin "J" not too happy that she is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">freezin</span>' her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">heiney</span> off at the pumpkin farm<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405186009678845186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvN5iUAz7niF3zko4C7jvctI9BBAO4X0g4JJaS591a_IJsmoWjJCpPpKSAPvbhUdx3NJZ6ch7OAU9tg2DR-aSW7-RhYE3gwH5YbnluS9yH0hsXdF8OkTEL3j_sHjoh5VUFhffGjUGEwhsj/s400/DSC07440+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>My kiddos and our pumpkins<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405186192810917138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9emCdcTm3_MrzuPmA_AHWiDAomwA1GIhk0DLxsWIu4IaFzm7W3OfIFNn6JTfjC-wQqPPoiNWJExNKNEJe4rvMpSKT4T4600mdzRoFVEnk-eRg1p9d5z9foP_mXbbYmy6samndkwrgLhbL/s400/DSC07446+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>I love that sweet smile<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405186370158694786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0BDmNQDVu3KY-Pmzev1SwL1HOU2DHOWjTQHVpq7tP5EAnhtBHN55o2PLWcyCnRdX0Txh5AD7-FenEA7nX4fSRCE9AsRxJ8e3mnkp1xDz6Eb9NJHFR5DYsKE3gAqw05u8YhNDyrqn6Usk/s400/DSC07448+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>The maze for little ones....the kids loved it!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405186575212618114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFsna7yRgTzvFFglxvhQGaz1D3TMu4Vb6wAWfa4G1CoFBNDzC-X3nJ0XjEQQJ0khaksl3DPnCiIfebCpTJyshfSkPujW_OYcHrh6-VEHWT4o_P1WvlXFL0yj3rXk32zWs22f9Ofdt_ai2/s400/DSC07452+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bubby</span> sitting on a scarecrow<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405188569335860818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKIaHitBtIgOiETHMNUFd3AR5GRle3IXoTlG5svWldt96l7orZvKJiBQTF5q_qx2qV7IWjAw-yACvNofSht1i82BbhWEhzmtbs0SVx2sVMK3ysv6DjbIuV1fMOJ-lu2O0GneYBhR7RvBW/s400/October+2009+010+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bubby</span> choosing his pumpkin<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405188850818440834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xwB1e8pbgr5COrgz1EtE3hccx58qQJvRQb5Q6LU-IcPrQbdfmK_mqh1V0jxKMlfnUwc2nG8HqcTjPyO2i81x-MobbAVkY83naoSI5t_-_mqPN69qMbLW3t18dtPEGA2AWgpRTqkvtVex/s400/October+2009+012+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Bug and a huge gourd!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405189105932128210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXnax_ZMRBIfouYbieHQ-FZTW2VToVZkC1iU0DRweyGyT77wo5mEmo11hDRA6JAv7-2U4-vxoOp6BtBCoWZBlI3ZAfjIrquoYr2wkK9YZR7gZsHFWAaGUaxIpZbvyo8qLK9W3cmCXxfLm/s400/October+2009+021+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>DH with "A" and "E" in the corn maze<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405189412347837186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfu5CX_zWZ53pRn51BPLYwWurCtW7J8r1RsaXMZ79zPQiCz-EBmZtCI7S1x7xxM9fS7Hn3OOAefq2u_uceq2rXJ4YV02Ya3dDnk3XHqj5C-eri_iZQJnOXbRCjMplqkTmIwxdJAWF0Or3/s400/October+2009+023+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Aunt "T" and her daughter "E" in the corn maze<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405189765097305090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBaqNDQzAIABF_-i3BPTbTe7u429pbOwM59AE2-xwjGrLCxS5vNzKz8FFTo_fF6_eGpdsHnc7AHVkaBC8PlgO-mI3amXPDuG6Nhea5ISTislKiQA_byABA0QR5ywIn0DVQs362G-tPXb_/s400/October+2009+031+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Baby cousin "J" much happier now that she is under her favorite warm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">blankie</span>!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405190191533719186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngb78ZdpxH8kLYmXGcvFYBQ1eAtAkUc1_SpXmZOQVet8Uub32wDjzeyzn5GQ0QUKOiFJbd-iWvqiBia3E7Lff0RuJ0SZAgM4_Fq4Rn4GsYLvvyYocAzCip0g-ZxigXbzOQFp_ZEAbTRBI/s400/DSC07454+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br />...and even happier now that she is napping on her favorite Auntie!!!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-91166648950622781722009-11-17T14:55:00.010-06:002009-11-17T15:06:15.705-06:00Playing catch-up....Here is the first batch of October pictures...ENJOY!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405179263552884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtBtwua25UMZk5DXWxVJYhRWtRJmWlaNRqMXqnShkUGOVCZzddJu21Cu_ByBWE_ZRiPJ2bRwE-RYhQxWYrog7gjP79BmKbOLb3PXHvK99B17QDWWlfe8sEFAUACDgEL6FK727sxTStm97/s400/DSC07350+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div>A rare moment of reading together...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405179737782157874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1iTSPDbO6EM0aFoTZ4uU7Hsq6zgPAa1v70fiUQbGbelQjX3b98CqOEIAnO_2hY3CiIv-SYqNtF-TuXPLBw-AGNuS0ghk6vhSKnm9_fSVZs7TUAK0kcrw52XGNFHPpQwNtoc_e7XItuUs/s400/DSC07361+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>My baby girl...pretending to call her Grandma<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405180361066567650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDINrrjrne6Z_WZt2yXYhBpn8_avd_9jXM6pElsHl2qB6ci5j8Np4r_G0_M-cnyKZgsOhz8Y5Lv6Xxfu1RcJXYmS-MJceonLdZBkxNXm1AjveL9DqcUgWYTzbWXqYVwLHwB_m6H95qlh62/s400/DSC07377+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>My babies...one Sunday morning after church<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405180611662113138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YcJ38yl1Li1cwI9n52RLoVg9O7YlIJJBYRaL0B4rDs0APGoi7exM56ZvJWNSRb7k8tGtuVPr7JbrBShthYcAsL6C1ep7Tqs9fHfOYOGB7-CJv8c_MZedmHb9xm_jQGFxxHC9jCeaiWU6/s400/DSC07381+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>My Little Man...so handsome!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405180811703169410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2t-IHfKZ6lRUPf9kyKyQABPQAxXdNJwlSY6VjWsgPPmwlbXpjrCmsMEOll3vncDomEdwqwYx14IDUM56YcaxK9zh3SM5krYJ9iR1ppMXoYIx34tQOFbNT1G5SPl9kDxPf0qmmwdCoZ0Pr/s400/DSC07391+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Playing in the leaves... (sniffle, sneeze, sniffle, sneeze...!!!!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405181181319563634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMxq_iXSlK8nEPX5i9sA24JPzdi3SdH8cC4_TsWfhd1Niqw_umIlDsZyNK05yRckgbuBPfhoUsvpR5zffgC7aaFSNGWKx_JcMEpI9Y9OGFXFMgrIR2gVcbgBmpfqROdMjECptKVSzPylx/s400/DSC07392+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>What a good helper!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405181434844685762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrsMMlHrhnDDRcW6PqKsKYFT-ahwpYW-r-2hmh6RiBRPiYd3AFxmG8nOAYIK4c_D2MBQbgUlQR0oMCM2b2LuENSzKLkMKC_rBNiWJza-hwIFOa02QTPv6CkkMDHuPuw7KvZNEofz6RXz2/s400/DSC07400+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br />Our happy little boy...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-63956880302380614062009-10-28T20:50:00.004-05:002009-10-28T21:49:51.612-05:00Just like a can of chicken noodle soup....Hello my two readers...I am sad to say I am again a 'bad blogger'. It has been such a crazy month. We have been constantly busy, so like a can of chicken noodle soup, you are getting the condensed version. Enjoy!!<br /><br />-Go to knee doctor--having nasty pain<br /><br />-Sends me for a MRI--mercifully, DH comes home early so I can go by myself<br /><br />-Go back to Dr to get results--Yes I need surgery<br /><br />-A friend loses his battle with cancer--Rest in Peace, John<br /><br />-Bubby says 'pretty' for the first time (while looking at my earrings)<br /><br />-Go to bible study<br /><br />-(Oct 7th) Have to cancel playgroup<br /><br />-Instead, take Bug to a 7:45am immunologist appointment to figure out why she is having so many gland issues.<br /><br />-Allergy testing, blood test, and an x-ray later: Fairly strong allergy to dogs, dust, and mold.<br /><br />-Blood tests come back ok, but she needs a booster of one immunization.<br /><br />-X-ray shows huge adenoids (only 1/4 inch airway)--Dr suggests going to a ENT surgeon<br /><br />-DH works from home and stays with Bubby, while Me and Bug drive a few hours to attend John's funeral. Spent the whole day travelling, and visiting with his family.<br /><br />-Free weekend = buy new 42' LCD flat screen TV and install. Yay!<br /><br />-Bug's good friend has open heart surgery--Thank God she is ok, and healing wonderfully!<br /><br />-That afternoon, Bug to the ENT surgeon to check on adenoids. Adenoids not big enough yet.<br />Seriously?!? 1/4 inch airway isn't small enough? REALLY?!? UGH.<br /><br />-Take Bug to preschool then run errands, fight with a crabby Bubby, pick up Bug from preschool, then home for lunch. Rest. Ahhhh. Wait, I need to do some laundry. Crap...<br /><br />-Bible Study<br /><br />-Another of Bug's friends had serious surgery lasting 9hrs--Thanks be to God, he too is ok.<br /><br />-Preschool again...((why the heck did I sign her up...I hate having to be out the door by 8:45!!)) then home to clean in preparation for family visiting this weekend (Oct 16th)<br /><br />-Take Bug to visit her friend at the hospital. Get lost, and get home at 9:30pm.<br /><br />-Make 7 dozen cookies, two pans of lasagna, and a huge salad in preparation for dinner the following night. Go to bed at 2am.<br /><br />-Do some last minute cleaning. The whole crew arrives Friday afternoon: Uncle M, Aunt T, Cousins T, A, and E, Uncle M, Aunt K, and baby cousin J. Full house, but happy that we finally have room for everyone.<br /><br />-Saturday morning, off to pumpkin farm-corn maze, picking out pumpkins, had a great time.<br /><br />-Home for lunch and nap time for the little ones. The three sisters get ready for ladies night out, a play and dinner. Had a awesome time.<br /><br />-Sunday, Bug sings in church for the first time. I cry. So many years we waited for this moment.<br /><br />-Home for lunch, family packs and eventually leaves.<br /><br />-Clean up house, do seven loads of laundry of bedsheets/towels, etc. Ugh.<br /><br />-Make treats for Bug's treat day at preschool<br /><br />-Make treats for my bible study<br /><br />-Playgroup at MJ's--had a great time. Thanks ladies for helping me with the kids!<br /><br />-Fairly quiet two days at home (FINALLY!)<br /><br />-Bug and I head to my parents house for the annual girls day at the craft fair. Have a awesome time!<br /><br />-Home on Sunday, rake leaves, and let Bug run off some energy outside after sitting in the car for 4 hours.<br /><br />-Knee suffering because of all the raking.<br /><br />-Scrapbooking night at my friend "T's" house--awesome time with lots of snacks and of course, some scrapbooking.<br /><br />-Preschool, then home to chill with Bubby. In trying to multi-task, drop cell phone in toilet (clean water!). Back in car head to cell phone store. Halfway there, phone starts working, and is fine. Pick up Bug from preschool, then eat lunch, nap time, laundry time, cleaning time, then finally "oprah" time. :-)<br /><br />-Off to a pajama party with Bug and Bubby at Bug's preschool<br /><br />-About 50 3 and 4yr olds and their parents packed into a room...not so fun. Bug had a blast though.<br /><br />-Was supposed to have bible study after the "PJ party", but hubby had to work, so home with two crabby tired kiddos.<br /><br />-To bed they go<br /><br />That brings us to today. I gutted 4 pumpkins (and made two batches of roasted pumpkin seeds), in preparation to carve (as a family) when DH got home from work. He got home at 7pm, just in time to tuck Bubby into bed. So, we are carving the gourds tomorrow night--just in time for Halloween! Tomorrow, Bug is having a "harvest" party at school, and gets to dress in her Halloween costume, which she is super excited about. Friday afternoon I am taking the kids to Trick-or-Treat at DH's work, and of course they will go on Saturday night around the neighborhood. Sunday is 'free'--except for a certain football game the DH will be watching while his posterior is plastered in front of the new 42' LCD TV we have. I am MOST excited about gaining an hour of sleep this weekend though--Daylight Savings Time. Yay for DST!!!<br /><br />Next week brings preschool and Bible study on Tuesday, Playgroup and another Dr appt for Bug at the immunologist on Wednesday. My Mom is arriving here on Wednesday afternoon sometime. Thursday is my knee surgery, so my Mom is staying to help out till Sunday. MY MOM ROCKS! Thanks Mom for helping out! Our November calendar is filling up quickly....hopefully the next time I blog, it isn't November 28th!! Maybe I will blog next while on my pain pills post-surgery...sure to make you laugh!! Pictures from the past month to follow soon.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-69532840122585822302009-09-30T21:34:00.018-05:002009-09-30T22:26:21.579-05:00A budding photographer...Yesterday, Bug was acting bored, and she is ALWAYS asking to use our camera, SO I let her take our camera around the house and take whatever pictures she wanted to. The only rule was the camera strap HAD to stay around her neck--no dropping the camera, putting it in water, etc. (I would NEVER be able to trust <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bubby</span> to do this at 3!!) She was gone for about 20 minutes, then came back and said.."I'm done Mommy. Look at my pictures." She took about 50 pictures, and this is a sample of what she took: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387456239913463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TwvkNouozn3MuO-xOD-19vyJ6fBkpaDB1JWfv2q0Q_UpElri9kyG1pSBUx5HbtiH_1ix4g68Q8h-qxgQ7pBqo4PZyN1Z-lIVIVS0nCGggx7gas5quZcOlhzCmbcHV4j67ff5UbyQs_1m/s400/DSC07267+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, not bad...and in focus too!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387456404621928898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsZyHpy8g-jJ3zkYnB0jjIcS9LfZJ7u8eO_PNdc_kKX2aGjt-93X5LI4q0yzl16QYiyxVv3G5MST1LM2SGaeN5V4FGrTFvMGbgdFR6VFTNxczVxDMllgVc7FtWED15o_2LdpBV37uTGUP/s400/DSC07273.JPG" border="0" /></div>Gotta take pictures of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LeapFrog</span> fridge letters...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387456625174775074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchC1-Kzr1NieFA8FsN0w8ZVoHClfgor2uxQTbRKPuyPPHf3cP-qstBGPhTfvGRVLd6W5-NM6UHPFZ1pVx-I1RlgfvC99mQe6Q1BBv0yR-GH3RbnkzAjwEDdsCJW_wuIATELNar3DcoQ2F/s400/DSC07281+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>, here we are downstairs in the 'Little People' bin of toys....again, in focus. Very good.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387456860781449170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRTI4CnG7mx0DaopMjO0KwyZPxyRBIuL4VSX2VNMWmWj_J4t4rULmnjwr4aUcgl_aJ47Bxw22Kk2boWZjHUvX-6KdnddH1UQEahq6sGresAOjOAI72aqANYp_xSD7Ou-Ge01Fo1lHcwqj/s400/DSC07299+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />THIS is the picture that made me laugh out loud...proof that I am not a horrible keeper of the house...an impromptu picture of the toilet bowl?? Not bad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lookin</span>...</div><br /><p>Enough of that--OK, here are some pictures taken recently:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387457681782945378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UXdMgRG-gA3G6MaxixuSv3V7fto415xvHJ0yUbkcytIq9ZAP8miVqoePcrPbTjGFvH2JWuIbDMzFNfu9Iw1iJG2Id6bRG5BP2JsWO2mkb81lIAXUS1SGVKtc7XeuA5SmK9AIbzKqNqUa/s400/DSC07325+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>This is a picture of our son eating spaghetti a couple of nights ago. He was actually taking a noodle, putting it in between his big toe, then putting it in between his other big toe, then taking it out and eating it. Lovely. THAT makes me proud. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387458223516332370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rEsZpl3dQehJQZ_BnmmV1ruRC4AC0b7-5LynvVm911qymFZwHfKzIc8yhkojEmC0MOQ9-GV5zLsKGba0tAfnS0ZUk5BQnS5RslOdx_4jiL65cp7WvLG23kfE6ipndAwvOHbtp_8GcNcu/s400/DSC07329+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>DISCLAIMER TO ALL MOMS, SISTERS, GRANDMAS, ETC: I realize how unsafe this is, because of the proximity to the brick fireplace, however, when I saw it, instead of freaking out, I grabbed the camera. This picture was taken this morning. We were rocking out to some music, and each kiddo had a flashlight, which they were using for a microphone. I walked out to the kitchen for a few minutes, and peeked in to check on them, and this is what I saw. Bug was talking and yelling in her "microphone" and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bubby</span> was screaming in his "microphone". In hindsight, I should have grabbed the camcorder instead...but o-well. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461266854602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNLfvXJzk6rhDHCFc3jVtlIwGVikk5lpOm5itT_i2TidGHwmFPdc3K6-GbX_BgVPW5u059m9Zih9_eDeDkRqkogNr_U4-QeIKFSDUNGkR4rbNtZ9xZ5W4wZD4HVWG6HNaArsngNOwGe0y/s400/DSC07333+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Bug <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rockin</span>' out "onstage"</div><br /><p>Bug had another milestone today--her first REAL dentist appointment. She really should have had it about three months ago, around her third birthday, but it was re-scheduled twice, so here we are. She was a trooper. No tears. She was an angel. It may have helped that Bug got to meet "Miss J" (the dental <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hygienist</span>) on Sunday because she goes to our church. I thought it would be a good thing to meet her ahead of time, so Miss J and Bug chatted a bit before church on Sunday. Here are some pictures from this morning:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387462832947469538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwyU-X8A9EMSH63KZhMkIQhXT1kONybyOX7qmbSIAnVPB771d-5AChDCZpbxFfKScdHnwK64gh8sN5ro2krTeC69W2fLjH_nfbur8ewIAcDdOaAtTn_94v420ssSj8VFHUtMZnEF-EDjY/s400/DSC07338+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>Bug getting ready for Miss J to come in and start cleaning her teeth. I don't know this kind lady's name, but Thank You kind lady for being so nice to my baby on her first dentist appointment<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387463320838350130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINAuidRvD__M5HpZTSO5lidttNxBYm2XhgdjvvA2WpK4iFHf2ru3JOKUx2xs6Yt9iqR3QQ-xCmpE9i_J9LJmCEk_4UoqoCjO-_axRTsUHyuJIuEF-L2KoRIb3LCBj3jfbq4fgk0S7hsnp/s400/DSC07339+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Happy to get the junk scraped off her teeth! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387463581658751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrs1UsGc11qz-74oVERWkPvTEEQ7PbHOilu3UgNYSN-LozsGnrh24lrh99dsfqOLLwo7zAFkKQBlIzVYM9F3qWcNIrcobwf7q1xl3TfFZ73B45WEKp_0xPldGACjaUGlnhZCCQlv67IR6W/s400/DSC07341+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>This is my other angel baby...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bubby</span> sat completely quiet the entire 35 minutes Bug was in the chair. I was amazed. I think it helped that I had to wake him up from his nap to go to the dentist, so he was kinda out of it. As long as he has his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">blankie</span> when he is tired, he usually doesn't make a peep. Nice.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387464365438272258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQaNj0OKy_dL6GgCZy73QTA0uwgMr29x7QhQeF_5lKioSbTw4GS1InFeut0moq-2d4XggnfItkWx8-6ICcQVmIKY762C95wl9sSax44nteYbx5zvjDJ4KKFW1Q0LP3W6oobbrLGDOhZHK/s400/DSC07342+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Playing with the HUGE toothbrush, while waiting for Miss J to come...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387464610038579826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QDC0qo6ndxy6KHt19pfOnc85KKbf3jEaxzXlziUw5nv_6l3wlFmn1gMdMbekz8h-K3jYs8mKmof96IMCPvW5EAw8ZJQD0pPZv12pB13glTOdY6YXrn1FDxuTk7rq9WBfKy0UWbSs3uCL/s400/DSC07343+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>"The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades..."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387464968617851378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOotINalJEnboxJ93o_CBn7uqm1tJjgNmQzCEtuNnVHzRu08yWaTW-jvjRLO1QBFKEgE-NcaDDpTdNQ3CmPVtTZS0YazIBDUUMn3n6d0TyTeHFfoKGWIxeZNwMzrFQlOvIGdjvx6iLCa4/s400/DSC07344+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Almost done...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465181294604642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpLwBMRZUiaR-cltgvt6Yd4eyyG1QyVp7EzaI7LGUEVLhHibLU_HWJ7iwh0KdN-V1kZLkdLikNDxTygrvhxLAgLvpHPprPNDCHnhhwKZEPDvyMTy6ZeZF8zuDZOuzfaVpK_7gUrEb4LSA/s400/DSC07347+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Bug cracks me up...the entire time, she held her arm up so her bracelets wouldn't fall off...hilarious. Watch out for the glare! I think Dr. B needs a hat!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465926698407474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvppMvgyLLTy7Fh83yCKM6NPjbWbaW8G7nKoackzKKgSXTPtY7G_osVL5GkLo2gKvKFOo2td4T_R4-tSTDIoiAyAzdIOGDHyFRYM5Q8RtSkG2Qzs4Sh_oNl5psGAS91ood9te9hqLSQ_N/s400/DSC07348+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br />DONE!!! She was SO excited to choose her own new toothbrush (pink, of course!) AND toothpaste (bubble gum or mint), and a toy from the treasure chest. She also got her name entered in a monthly drawing for a teddy bear, because she didn't have any cavities. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Yay</span>, Bug!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-73753392427079279622009-09-30T20:56:00.019-05:002009-09-30T21:24:51.603-05:00Family Pictures...Here are only a handful of the family pictures we had taken this past weekend. Enjoy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387445047394037218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9hhPX9ADEztVs8_AKilJZ1sTfjOf9vgdZsUeaCBQyRmW132iBJSDRasqcLwuuig1RYCJki0jq44ywZpg1Atnctrip8HIJWSErIjzghkFANW_qaTeablsoAD5uudhr0J9nlM_pZMolPzo/s400/0001+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bubby</span> - 15 Months old--Wow...how time flies!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387445546750020642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSztfUFW4pXJpkiAA7DBzhv1Lyg2lab8EG2mlJT8bAv9L3UJwORgskWvg-ynqKfh0sUW-BE33ddja5IGt-n-mzJVhSqYjnslmwVSmJ1SjJmfFJ2LtS7c7dofvqcrKba1fkZV6_VFYWqyK/s400/0003+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387445754260780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQ_tVlwzAmdVjBQHainiDQjPeKNPbpC9ARssb3lflPUGApn6WQYwK2OK8DsMDFpuHCbJIzjUT_cKJzWX9BzE4hMxp2kBvLru9z_DkMKx-aWpTV0mzR4KxZ_WYhLLB6Xp8HC2DneJQckXz/s400/0004+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387445946170724834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Hp0pV0n5vmRS40bmB9oUXR5DJ3VrakCam83DrzVRmCiIMVmX_hdezdh3BF9Te5C5ejBN6HPG_0hw_OgF7n7MXII_rpefdsAKDHoT2LDLIw-to0Iowk7h-EAG0swx0iXZSBIasqhCaXs3/s400/0008+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387446391657179266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpmurMihLzhKBSYEKsWdRYgQijMF4JBG0x0lpUBQ_rp3WRt1wNLjfdyVqpRB1mlJNOmPiS4qxscn7slrgRSrz6kYAZhwp0WpaLRTe1BTsLc6v-YQqRmTou5JFNakvw_uyOJV10I82dDvE/s400/0014+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" />Bug 3 years 3 months, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bubby</span> 15 months<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387446972413486178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxrKrwubSejT95uCaNG9EAUc7g1kita-qWsCLNmnqv8FCdc5Fb_Pu9tM_p2TVgYByxZMWK4pYzKckEBcNpb4It7rIYvFM4zqzopFU8fKABMQomKGLBP9UaQvE4mESwBHhyphenhyphenAQ3w0jS_p_0k/s400/0023+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>I really liked this picture originally, until I got the big one I ordered, and all you can see of Bug is from the shoulders up. It was cropped and zoomed so much, it looked like Bug was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">photoshopped</span> in... (???)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387447477331404034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5V74R4qfYz72SSN3G2q-4x7yfSOiuXbZ2BaZVKWA0ajDSoapf-uY-udw9LggXCbndB7Y7b1Jh3aviDDnWDffE2ihOfX6lWjM45i96sAIK2V36OvjkxRzEgFTmgfmlP8Hmr7xMXPgddF6s/s400/0033+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>, now to extended family pictures. These are my sisters kids.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387447881989101778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32dscGmmcnF51fTsCH91vKKDOWyfLVGZe4q_W5BAhdV1hM4a3w95joNYH-8Ou9fGoh4CidRJ4_1EhIz5nVFnxTTewyqRuN_6RWNBbDOSoxrWJofP0ODi6LyAk_wVv-ve34RcJGUXORLDy/s400/0048+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>My sister's son, KM. He is so darn cute!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387448161432978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBfjZOhXc3vDJc1jlnNqpciyKWJVHMUp6uMPfV5ivM83Yje1vJtjLljFv_D4UKVNAAbWNVCayA4FiQ_jUEvTpt2zSQ2CRmf3iGAea5rqN2FGgAyAdmjB3jPHobQNYXsrH3VPfyct2EBXG/s400/0054+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">KM's</span> baby sister, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">RK</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ummm</span>, yeah, you can tell they are siblings...if you compare <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">KM's</span> baby picture with this, they look <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ALOT</span> alike.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387448576771436930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwYVLSngTyAS0lDAJ7NKo1j5ujGKvusCnDxQBlqWbXibSa89HHdcCDcLRRs_Or0s72ecfM1O58QEm-tQKLMCXY2uKT7h6Kv2qW8qNj0LJqKnCMAtf3ur7shSWHcUvLPZNeS5NrNKtx9BK/s400/0062+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>That is a good picture. My sister, her husband, and kids.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387448818302230914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz78U_2j9tXKSy5L3-NsXW9qOgdl2Poq5yLJGQbNRKiYQmqjNCTcMraVrRnpraN0VPpG9TvBUx6eNegWdammjuxH_t34m0OTu2C3kn-qh2YADUn6HFs-0Hqn3waKG5pGIUXJzckslxu5mI/s400/0073+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>My brother, L, and baby L. Baby L looks like his Mama...he is so cute!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387449262773736674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEs0cqGqbeIE2T9_p0SVIsqvY9ROH_PMSSILLXwAu2lGjbp_gI84zijQ-yrWQwsQQlsSabBkZwxbXi3FNIn7mSt8BLgNyA_7gfR9A83TLhUqXIqRAsUp_1x6_ppOEgy8Jsr6l0RH1zQ4xX/s400/0085+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Baby L<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387449468098386018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vUYHrLzl3HG9ESPZH18_8ptsjOiRdjsDmhiHWwrct0H5rRIe3ysGTjAMVHQAQEPhmmilTGe_ZwSX8YeiPZkmZLiuWVBewwIniNtBnwNDgRE9sz0PdhVvwAHjgEG8BC0jz4rDLfnzno3y/s400/0096+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>All the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Grandkids</span>--I didn't realize till just now that Bug and her cousin KM are holding hands. So cute!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387449697547953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWDQhIBR8ZLN_al86Qf75Ky5V0JapAawSXPdtwobr1x6cjSEuUQFceDlkIm5RPqvYUFC1b2pc9N5NLbUDrMDdEgYIlx8nt12Npr0qznVfxh03oFN9C7F5jpgNji8MNqGGQq5xPSagQlU1/s400/0099+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>My baby brother, D--now THAT makes me feel old!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387449968688505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlUOkanvKV69QrSIseuUvz-Voh51HIFdOU_lZZceU_QH8rTbI3D2rqDgblCY4rJSIqBWFRU0_ykLAWf8S_9NqbNKWpfXuNE3ltEO5SpwESalVJaBA65ihATSmwGSxD0ovQmSRfDIiodd9/s400/0106+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>The 4 siblings--good picture, bad background. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387450298231248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8qtX1GqYT-5nedqG-oR9zOWv9vMrtdP65tetsaSpL4je52t0lveLuDAUghs-XV7f5r5olbtj1LZxXig22oDQH60TwkZ8UkGv0lLns_wG07O4eEArJ62uG3fjIeEa8NMkUILdBA4gFWJ7/s400/0111+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>My parents<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387450621993551234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYx9QgoV-zLoL2McR7qnMFrqp5p_xHQIHurMbKFvbtGlbhy5XpQELGLU64hBtLvoWbpFEVDD5T1Vv834b3qElgS0mXVqwTI3HVqH8_UV-5RU_R-2GqWnoJvaDlKvX6XSwumFVMfEYp36bG/s400/0127+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /><br />...and FINALLY, the whole "Motley" crew...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-47628400885102835102009-09-30T16:29:00.011-05:002009-09-30T16:47:13.728-05:00A visit home...<div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrm9C_mS8Si2-52UcdkAgR47Mr1c5WuzwsQS75AnxrB9uGriPcoxSuSqQYN1SyhNf6wr71MldIaTaJOFGJeAlkwMsiayvZhRgWhejHRJJOdVc59weOlihdlGzndoOa4k8rIWVRMZlBqz0/s1600-h/DSC07221+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387375893012374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrm9C_mS8Si2-52UcdkAgR47Mr1c5WuzwsQS75AnxrB9uGriPcoxSuSqQYN1SyhNf6wr71MldIaTaJOFGJeAlkwMsiayvZhRgWhejHRJJOdVc59weOlihdlGzndoOa4k8rIWVRMZlBqz0/s400/DSC07221+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a>We left to head to my hometown to visit my family, and to get some professional pictures taken. Here is a picture of Grandma reading to Bug and KM. It was actually a nice 1/2 weekend, spent only with family. No running around--just family time. Had a great time. Saturday afternoon we had professional pictures taken, because it has been 5 years since we have had family pictures taken. We spent almost 3 hours with the photographer! Yikes...I guess that will happen when you have to photograph 16 people in a group, then breakout photo sessions of every family, then individual groups of kids. It wasn't as insane as I thought it would be. All the kids were awesome, and the only meltdown we had was the two month old--and that was because she was hungry. Literally, the other six kids were angels. I was amazed. </div><br /><div>Here are some pictures from the 1/2 weekend: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387378122498623442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcOm-eU_NhRVkZ5hs_zBcMdLw0-gm_FpEMTAi4tefC0JVGwxHhuID6sV7PfQ-1myLs5jD1JUatpeK9jpp40_pnv2U83nnfmFOm8KhfXzGSX8G93t7JesxTHZXNBGnPhmZaxPlBiMM0IO7/s400/DSC07241+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Last of the pictures at my Grandma's house. It is on the market, and has since had an offer. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387378383459107250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCL1rDjSOCQ5EZi8Cm7eYjLri2LhGw8bsVUYh5QTfW-FxUFPyZ7wDg5StwWZePLQsBtMxOPR-B9K71TLiSpKSSajk6TrW9iDRCRQEPENBx2H8S76RSGhFRh6vj1H0KR2mkWB_ZVUyVwD-z/s400/DSC07244+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Me and my babies on Gram's front step <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387378660411006754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidV7-k4ON8lAkaWCU5oK5KJ24fxo1rdvSDnhBBiXdjQpF-tYE_q7VKuOWSC0IfHqI1rhd2TMk7-KGmM5gMpM9Y91weyIC59LnpgFhrAdlSfDaOzkTY2ZLVa5kxJNBbM93SJbDsYfuolROF/s400/DSC07251+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Daddy and Bug holding RK... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387378824600227634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsRbDnYRLzEfQK4a9eSR08uQdh4ssocb6jy9BFi4ybYY0cl8GqSocrz_tMioiFIiU9iF1WNCmmoWV0czuSe7sHVnBKNe0Z5cocRhbV9vzzHrq8EXiU35pp8qttHgU9WOL9zt1nrca_HV9/s400/DSC07255+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Grandma helping Bug feed RK <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387379003340733346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1VMgiVh7MhZEfrV13EGKQbUPedvZxPa1dArB7raH_iJjA7P1hdevM9ZytWYa-D6VXK9XZN-UQNGK4vEsuIV0UNrTPIbowHMbFypz-ksP0x9jwFG3YpLf73VDGInydsEQnUydsH1UlKQ8/s400/DSC07257+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />At the photo shoot--killin' some time in between shots. My brother and his son L<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387379250869966130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtxhlA136eVHf4SPlc32_3m-iiaGl-q1wPuFmwuPzjaxzXLKQgJn_Agsbod2h8WXptbYhSKnmfr2tsrw2gjDR8G_J_TjZ2xXljO08blNemn3j3QTfyySskWxwN_0U-aaKVw3uvQu75zu7/s400/DSC07264+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Daddy playing legos with Bubby and KM<br /><br /><div>Professional pics to follow soon...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-66264344139619581572009-09-30T16:10:00.005-05:002009-09-30T16:28:31.705-05:00His final journey...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBdOfIRNZfWB2vl8G2H6yY-bHbpSkGqydlrSTBzFMW6A-KvnjtEhEGImwOuXimk79qAi1U3fpnhvNDlO8FMJj8FpAYgTdmSaewuOrL64pP5m-eQh0A-GWgngCuGZTb2iIr5-_DbT2aCL7/s1600-h/wjohn%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387374547811807666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBdOfIRNZfWB2vl8G2H6yY-bHbpSkGqydlrSTBzFMW6A-KvnjtEhEGImwOuXimk79qAi1U3fpnhvNDlO8FMJj8FpAYgTdmSaewuOrL64pP5m-eQh0A-GWgngCuGZTb2iIr5-_DbT2aCL7/s400/wjohn%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am going to start this off by telling you a bit about someone I know named John. He is in his early 40's. I don't know him too well--he is the brother of a good friend of mine. I have met him only a handful of times, but know enough about him to know he is an amazing soul. He is losing his battle with cancer, and will be heading to Heaven very soon. His immediate family has been fighting cancer for years...six of seven of their family members have had cancer--everyone except the matriarch of the family. So sad. Please pray for peace for John as he prepares for his final journey, and for the rest of the family just to have peace.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-71918788613967370642009-09-24T10:29:00.019-05:002009-09-24T11:00:09.672-05:00Rewind to August 1, 2008I am now getting caught up on posting pictures from the recent past. Here are some pictures of my hubby's cousin's wedding, we attended the day before we moved. Enjoy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057222704070418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDUTuSEiBb9Uz9CmAJNN16Tc9DvuiyRW5A0Hjl5Lr6ZKrYbsBdRdt5T_TZGuqnULkoJqZBBbyOX-FLDzmXANsEtFw1epoc_POG5AR9f4YJpsKDAHiwbAkImHLBCXKBJiJq2D8IaT1TSdq/s400/DSC06850+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> This is a beautiful garden at the local zoo that we took the kids to for a few hours. A beautiful place, and it was free too!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057657232063650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74bqgzIuRdszruHLFl7bag-h6YIk6Dw5ziV0wOeGGDr8AOseP5U3Q-MOFrTfwUZE7rrSjpJd_eyokokDFNddXfb_22D_FMwpT7CPrKPe6fDjlrC4SrAT-buLhKVZ5EZZZkDSFQuAfTRhf/s400/DSC06857+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>At the hotel, the day before the wedding having fun in the pool. L-R: Erin, Andrew, Aunt Tracy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bubby</span>, Bug, Uncle Michael<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385058049575034402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZU7EVKGbxGz8EmtAv5Wwd1jZIgZGw-IbSEKPkccV-UNBF11xDcNVn5WjtoDbt6PexJUSOQmqRyo5KaoppwHs29LtqJifT-QV16cmMhLvskq_JQPgLwb1V4gJ4eRjUZonbnfHTxcfq2Vb/s400/DSC06862+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Bug and her Auntie, having fun on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">water slide</span>!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385058715374509282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10GIJcEnuSRPmUYuU7CZc95-5J6t3usuC6AoZU3ymYpVA6lIAJv2e1xH7kX_8X9-QKJEHwbRezVEVDMoIgpD07jhY2dxksDHEH7Mhj4zv1PHifc69I-EArtM2yjXPCSC69-nAWQM8z1lC/s400/DSC06866+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>After the ceremony, waiting for our turn for pictures. (Aunt Tracy and Great Grandma)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385059019948644834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBywiFpTotTaunWykpCLsFLwDKPT4B4lMhwbnUruVVb1Jcuh-mghLeZNbl9-obfALyLMwxKI1XhbZsnkPFJruTZ3uJytNFiqmbscjTB6xsVkXXPPAcBqfrDH624SjES1KDtk04KlAXp3j/s400/DSC06874+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Great Grandma with her Grandchildren (minus Matt who was at home awaiting the arrival of his child)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385059379213602386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlZBCth_Y-HZHZRzEblCejReVA_vU7BNIu8-Bu-CVf_NvJrZdNp273FSckEUlUnhSgmexe3lYiC83DqUlDJ5j9W2IAJcnW_fgGDpPG_Z0CkG9qyW2C6GXA-E0aeXLF_FnSim5aFgARXts/s400/DSC06876+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Bug met a friend at the wedding, Maddie<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385059606313177682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPUeVQ4Un0ydqFCfGtwOX6uQ6yzg-zbH8mzcjK-rg_X4ydRK9rEMewGRy_sckXU-XlKIOorUKn0_oJlMpTINRN4kWQT_JVcW66-0usWRNfwUXkgJLorpkuzcg6pacyACJUQ4cy1vhFK5g/s400/DSC06882+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>Great Grandma with Chris and Steve, after the ceremony<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385059885722627122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgol05kOIQ3KqG2ZpR5aAqGIRXkTCeUsf6KlcgcwKSpc2q8mVqbUpuxuTeqxv5u63u5ob6IyOD6bkAuLDr2dFR3ESPquFsVw3eTvTsSGny78EvxHPJZqt61uHhm1DC11-NuiRmFHxapLabc/s400/DSC06886+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>The cake....beautiful. I am partial though, because we had navy blue, white and silver for our wedding colors too!! Excellent choice on colors, Steve and Chris!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385060309045953250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisF08hCb2jVEreVj8WiF9Mkl6Ksx7RfcDQn3aeXTQkr4U9iwJPs5BiNpUujXfC5CXkKMpxaiVPW7ek7ZtbNX6r9z_Qj57GHpVbMsKrYT0SiivMcN1DDry6ufV22z1i_KBYDly7Yc4k-5wx/s400/DSC06888+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div>I love this picture!! (totally posed, though!!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385061665384799058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjln59pUQlyf7buC-nhpIip-BqpXisfn4woZSGSkbinwx1QLnHRR4irZ2I18grmOmFGmSdUWKb_jw1oRrUpA9YeAUW1nHVmUiPQrby792x2FRom0Dlf8A71DotpzKqM6_O8TMExPlyS0Ygi/s400/scan0071+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>This is the first of the professional pictures. This is the entire (minus 4 who couldn't make it) family. The Groom is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DH's</span> cousin.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062059090433506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipV76GtU4Cpkkd47PhkTSjAZa9q6ffnFrGijVGATPLiPvIB3lP3zXKHfKNbapGzo_3NQmwH6GUhw0NhC9sjX83jL_rpjfPkAbNf52vlXN84kiOfKVf8lkjxZ-c8gb2wn1pbx58zDVNI-ge/s400/scan0070+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Congrats, Steve and Chris!! We <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">are</span> so happy for you both!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062333319732146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bMSR4CWByx3GPNZtzRxBAD8rSRanJRCCZLwRzLjr_KeR2TcrY6JrGEPBufaNsWCzGh6r7X7s63wnpEAaXmz8otd2HS2wMcSFb5YrqneFP6wN98QvtA3qf97dDRGw-xBXRKL9TkSh4LjP/s400/scan0069+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Candid shot taken by the professional photographer, taken outside at the reception. I love this picture!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062674754628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dYJmQ2Nt1_Nr96OlDwvHz1B9GVrCbC_EhpHsdiijLFTYAOP5KzAnSQDmB2m63n3-7sENfn_VEG-Of4R5lHCxxAfjoEQ-FZ8g3rVztgW2xGwLkke3TbZn3OsDJal7FF0zusQvIY83cN4j/s400/scan0068+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Daddy dancing with his babes...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062887173296786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5rYFWWcbofEMfmOSUgn0E44VFdndFzsvD1HKyaTZJYlrNFl9t2ujBR03PrpX9Tr3U5w6Nxkf6rPZ7kIPlkuz2nGNhdyxYxLLdv5x0B8qGkW5DyJ-N-1sDpe_HDZTRIWZN9KtWdyGN4Kn/s400/scan0067+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dancin</span>' with my little girl...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385063119117071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoxJpCbt_a-QZArj61IsQwviZYa9gL-HacoJWxofqQ-IHwZvHKw_9LBAuegbS8-kHpDuDD_JxedL3ScK2Qbvg61QYw6BxexKzrhkGnhzQldGndYDY6NGkQYZORjyQUAK0apB1cuUzs_jN/s400/scan0066+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></div>This picture was taken shortly after Bug vomited in my hand on the dance floor, because she was a crazy girl dancing so hard too soon after her meal. I made her sit for awhile with a glass of water for a break. I can tell in this picture, she has a mouthful of water. Nice.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385063581215880082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4r1sOpzk5CE6gXGB_WE-O3dCG7umipjBLrENBqxFVJQmIpdIhU5CbMClu-0Sxde67vLyI49bik6U6p6V0rDZjusI-AXg8pFpDEDd-d1iBnGKoJtguGIF8TPR34SHVax20YbfQcB0wwJ_o/s400/scan0065+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dancin</span>' with Cousin JenAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544460016410147765.post-54258997527145487582009-09-24T10:09:00.006-05:002009-09-24T10:27:38.180-05:00Happy Birthday to my Sister!!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJ4DYPQ_Bauecwufx_jqZaFZMmnIxUn8u6jrxkcH7ciiq_2Ue4_dNwbXWtIIvmybaSByVlN2p5R_bJ6DOg45sU9TI9DBHQjQoHHVQ-ytAYj0cElwXObxC21gaVYGETl8m1yLTAVnBKTWg/s1600-h/scan0074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385052336756063746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJ4DYPQ_Bauecwufx_jqZaFZMmnIxUn8u6jrxkcH7ciiq_2Ue4_dNwbXWtIIvmybaSByVlN2p5R_bJ6DOg45sU9TI9DBHQjQoHHVQ-ytAYj0cElwXObxC21gaVYGETl8m1yLTAVnBKTWg/s400/scan0074.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a picture of me and my sister...I was 4 1/2, and she was 2 months old. Was she a chunker or what?? I love you sis...and I am so glad we are great friends! I just wish we lived closer! See you tomorrow!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053904040382322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3IY0YmDOGyvAKBaMO4BryNoV5rG-H5AmYD7gt8hCuUh-27Gyyf8MEeMeXO1Blh2QsFhVgi7h1QvemG0Oc_wq9XF8RoccsqhQWLBu_f2FRrN97PjJY-h4hxg7Fpds2DYMMObT04ZRB_R_s/s400/scan0075+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" />I am guessing here, but I think my sister is about six here. She took ballet and tap lessons and loved it. I always thought it was so neat to go to her recitals. (She will probably kill me for putting this picture on here...) Happy 29th Birthday, Baby Sister!!</div><div> </div><div>Knee update: I go in for a MRI on Monday at 8am. I will go in later in the week for an appointment to get the results. My odds for surgery are pretty high though. My kneecap doesn't lay where it is supposed to, and is constantly rubbing on my femur (which is genetic, and nothing can be done about it). In addition, my knee "catches", so when I extend it to walk, it doesn't extend, which almost always means, there is a tear in the cartilage that needs to be removed. I guess we will just see...</div><div> </div><div>Tomorrow morning early, we are headed to my family's house. We are having a family portrait taken, which I am excited about. I am looking forward to having a updated family picture of everyone. I will post it when we get them.</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688449867417503694noreply@blogger.com0