tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50448148484426395492024-03-21T21:01:20.371-07:00Adams FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger301125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-13389205169896272832011-02-10T09:14:00.001-08:002011-02-10T09:34:15.704-08:00Happy Birthday Berlyn!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDHeYUHleA2a2Frl5_94Wws6M981DAAhtITlPwVeEWklyh5jt5Cnm2mqpHjmLsD8Sk2y6Cu2i0kVNXPmUpm9qLu5CdqEGcvyB57lvBn7TKkfjF9KS7Q6X2jh7NNYG8VOe-PkAvPnbwLI/s1600/Berlyn+024rt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572110829346179010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDHeYUHleA2a2Frl5_94Wws6M981DAAhtITlPwVeEWklyh5jt5Cnm2mqpHjmLsD8Sk2y6Cu2i0kVNXPmUpm9qLu5CdqEGcvyB57lvBn7TKkfjF9KS7Q6X2jh7NNYG8VOe-PkAvPnbwLI/s400/Berlyn+024rt.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Berlyn,</div><div></div><div></div><div>From the moment you were placed into my arms I knew that you were special and God had great things planned for your life. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Today we celebrate your life with love and thanksgiving.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>You have battled all odds and you're my hero. When I found out that you came to us with a broken heart I wanted so bad to take away your pain and wanted to trade places with you. I had no idea how my life would be changed forever. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>You've endured more stuff in your first year, than alot of us adults may take a whole life to experience. And all with your sweet smile. I really don't know whether I could have passed the year of trials and tribulations without your strength and courage. Whenever I wanted to cry and hide myself from everything, God showed me your strength and told me that He was in control. When I would cry out to God, he gave me peace and reminded me that you're His own. You're so very special and everything about you is a testimony of God's faithfulness, love, healing, promise and grace. Your life has taught me lessons that may have taken me a lifetime to learn. Your journey has brought me in contact with people, that only heaven could have made it possible. Even though your journey continues, we look to the future with promise and much hope. God has brought you this far and has a purpose for you. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>You have certainly impacted my life and I know the lives of many, and that's just the beginning. I treasure you and honor God for allowing us to get to this day. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Thank you for opening my eyes to many things that I was so blinded to before.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I love you more than words will ever be able to express.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Love,</div><div></div><div>Mom</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnHdDV76K8v8K2gZLpjtV01mgNU5_NLdksyvla1inXIh9tYu7pgG143qbvZnIGvS8K_jvCvlBexZwC-2nswivTSN8qKaHZINDF3B5X6JhDdlHHPvgxbZiMG548r-eupyA39d91JiqhZg/s1600/7.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572114568716104770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnHdDV76K8v8K2gZLpjtV01mgNU5_NLdksyvla1inXIh9tYu7pgG143qbvZnIGvS8K_jvCvlBexZwC-2nswivTSN8qKaHZINDF3B5X6JhDdlHHPvgxbZiMG548r-eupyA39d91JiqhZg/s400/7.bmp" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-75027021339733175582011-02-09T10:41:00.001-08:002011-02-09T10:45:50.626-08:00Heart update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KK4_VTTn6skCzeGIaTLEObNkqf8Z6xwMPqjh-ES1RPnX4QZjIkXPEYvOgZL_KUH25qwaJOu57kgKXph4N2_XlpXwX2dtnt7VApJsjrFch3IxfUNcPZ40qNwM4WdlmMU6uCMzkuAYBxQ/s1600/0207011413a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571761972573149922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KK4_VTTn6skCzeGIaTLEObNkqf8Z6xwMPqjh-ES1RPnX4QZjIkXPEYvOgZL_KUH25qwaJOu57kgKXph4N2_XlpXwX2dtnt7VApJsjrFch3IxfUNcPZ40qNwM4WdlmMU6uCMzkuAYBxQ/s400/0207011413a.jpg" /></a> I think this picture pretty much says it all. <br /><br />Berlyn's heart appointment check up was on Monday and we couldn't have asked for better news.<br /><br />He checked her out and said that her heart is looking good and her stenosis is still at the mild range right now. He said it actually appeared to improve slightly from the last appointment. What a huge relief that was to hear. We see him again in August to see where we are at. <br /><br />We want to thank everyone that continues to pray for our little girl. We really appreciate your love and support. She sure is a fighter. <br /><br />We are happy to have the good news so we can enjoy her 1st birthday tomorrow!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-57854640495470493022011-02-02T15:27:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:03:29.720-08:00Update- FundraiserI don't know really what to say...let me start out with THANK YOU!<br /><br />Thank you to the many friends who donated. <br /><br />Thank you to the many of you who donated and who don't even know us.<br /><br />Thank you to each and every one of you who made such meaningful donations and for spreading the news these past 12 days. <br /><br />When I made the goal of $2,000 I really thought it was a far shot...day after day I would see the donations roll in and was so amazed. Not only did we reach the goal, but so far we are $322 over that goal and still have some coming in.<br /><br />It was so awesome to see so many of you out there with such caring hearts. I know alot of you have followed us this past year on this unexpected journey that we've been on. It still amazes me when I am at the store or out and about and I hear someone ask me if I am Brianna and they tell me that they read this blog or have been praying for Berlyn and our family. I want to say thank you for all of your support and your prayers. We couldn't have made it through this journey without you.<br /><br />Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-62359988487795904252011-01-27T09:48:00.000-08:002011-01-27T09:52:27.638-08:00Fundraiser updateJust wanted to update everyone on the fundraiser so far. We are at $1,227.00!!! Over half way there and we still have 18 more days!! Thank you all so much for your support. I am very hopeful we will reach our goal! Please keep spreading the word. :) If you still haven't donated and would like to you can go directly to The Joyful site <a href="http://www.joyfulfoundation.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=11">here</a> or by clicking the donate button to the right of this post. Thank you again!!<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />The Adams FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-12827002702002821752011-01-24T11:23:00.000-08:002011-01-24T11:33:02.281-08:00Fundraiser updateWe are only a few days in to the fundraiser and we are getting close to half way there. The total is now at $642.00. That is a little over 32 blankets that will be going to someone who really needs to be lifted up! I am amazed by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every ones</span> love and support for a good cause! We even had two donors that are cancer survivors! We also had a young boy donate some of his allowance after hearing about what we're doing. So thankful to all of you!!<br /><br />Please remember if you do donate you can either go directly to The Joyful foundation site by clicking <a href="http://www.joyfulfoundation.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=11">here</a>, or if you would rather do it through <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">paypal</span> you can click on the donate button to the right. <br /><br />I will keep everyone updated on our progress!<br /><br />Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-12121573372589202832011-01-21T15:26:00.000-08:002011-01-21T16:09:59.126-08:00Berlyn's Fundraiser<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGYFRFmdmTkPKlRqg8Zg4rgZMECqAxmC-YheF0co1y810cvAbZBpFHUguubZqbf5TYgLbj5rDiHZ-VQqiXXdv8LgoHV1dEXvMK87tygLwCGsb-95aoYRX0mNnQ9inkf9GfVD67jICKs8/s1600/11+months+078rt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564790804042052786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGYFRFmdmTkPKlRqg8Zg4rgZMECqAxmC-YheF0co1y810cvAbZBpFHUguubZqbf5TYgLbj5rDiHZ-VQqiXXdv8LgoHV1dEXvMK87tygLwCGsb-95aoYRX0mNnQ9inkf9GfVD67jICKs8/s400/11+months+078rt.jpg" /></a><br />Can't even believe that our little girl is almost 1. As this day is fast approaching I have had so many mixed emotions. This year has been such a crazy year. Last year around this time I just wanted this baby out and to meet her. I never in a million years would have guess our baby would have anything wrong with her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7N0EUXvBBim2QAXIs-0KD6-c_z1ybsH4SvKulvgrMEeKWouV-xBej4uBq8WBOVBxOUSX5ONXkJ1NHYOlCjKZUkaNG9V5g5oYTyiGZg23zivh7yvpmpD3z04tHvkQ2AMcLzWZjP67e_44/s1600/Surgery+062rt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564791956500628802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7N0EUXvBBim2QAXIs-0KD6-c_z1ybsH4SvKulvgrMEeKWouV-xBej4uBq8WBOVBxOUSX5ONXkJ1NHYOlCjKZUkaNG9V5g5oYTyiGZg23zivh7yvpmpD3z04tHvkQ2AMcLzWZjP67e_44/s400/Surgery+062rt.jpg" /></a><br /><br />March 30th, 2010 my life was turned upside down. On that day I found out that Berlyn had a heart defect and would require a balloon dilation that following week. That whole week was a blur. Since that day I have seen life so different. Before all this I just went about my business and thought this stuff happened to "other" people. I have always had a generous heart but never really went out of my way to make a difference until her. She has made me who I want to be and made me appreciate life and see things so differently. All this pain I've experienced over the years has really opened my eyes to see there is way more to life. And for that I am thankful.<br /><br />As her birthday approaches I am thankful for each and everyday with her. She has become such a fun, sweet girl.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXgJpfta_CKbOB2vLU8cFGiWB6GaBse-Cu0XTTLEyXpQUFouSmInXskDS15gCRnKnsKt5tbWBEwOQwRjsXLkJ_UoyG7d7QP8cQ3DoqMNeWOdzzcIipe31D1NX2iKuXWbO-kbeapqA0BI/s1600/11+months+035rt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564791527523274626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXgJpfta_CKbOB2vLU8cFGiWB6GaBse-Cu0XTTLEyXpQUFouSmInXskDS15gCRnKnsKt5tbWBEwOQwRjsXLkJ_UoyG7d7QP8cQ3DoqMNeWOdzzcIipe31D1NX2iKuXWbO-kbeapqA0BI/s400/11+months+035rt.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I wanted to make her birthday special and to mean something more than just cake and ice cream and toys. I have decided that I wanted to give back to other children and families that are going through those hard painful days that seems like there is no end in sight. I have decided to do a fundraiser for <a href="http://joyfulfoundation.org/">The Joyful Foundation</a> in honor of Berlyn's first birthday. The Joyful foundation is an organization of all volunteers that sews blankets for hospitals, cancer centers, heart patients, patients that are getting chemotherapy and dialysis as well as victims of spousal abuse and their children. They donated an awesome "heart" blanket with her name on it. Which we take everywhere with us.<br /><br />I don't think anyone will ever understand the amount of pain someone goes through unless they are in that position or have to see their child go through something so traumatic as heart surgery or cancer or many other serious problems. The joyful foundation has so much demand for blankets for kids like the girl below that they really can't keep up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSHTknXwH3wpzqRaAg1maybmuDj_rmCPdRzBEPQ2qbQYEcRQckPxnn1h4bSI-a_s_jst1TItujNqcEjrJgwooSQx6-g8lcbmkLF3cg79AXYD15mKxybvrK0zRBNtqEGwEw1t1_8F5zP0/s1600/1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564790474097557442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSHTknXwH3wpzqRaAg1maybmuDj_rmCPdRzBEPQ2qbQYEcRQckPxnn1h4bSI-a_s_jst1TItujNqcEjrJgwooSQx6-g8lcbmkLF3cg79AXYD15mKxybvrK0zRBNtqEGwEw1t1_8F5zP0/s400/1.bmp" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Joyful Foundation patient who just got her blanket</span></p><p>I know times are tough for alot of people so I'm not asking for much. I have set my goal to raise $2,000. I know that seems like alot but I am hopeful that I can reach that goal and be able to tell Berlyn and show her how we celebrated her first birthday. If you feel lead to give anything even if it's $5.00 that will help out tremendously. If you would like to donate online you can go <a href="http://www.joyfulfoundation.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=11">here</a><a href="http://www.joyfulfoundation.org/index.php?option=com_wrapper&view=wrapper&Itemid=11"> </a>Make sure that you write in the comment section "Berlyn". Thank you from the bottom of our "hearts" I will be updating everyone and let you know if we reached the goal!!</p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-18732192707195665702010-11-04T21:11:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:55:46.314-07:00Broken HeartI've been wanting to post now for the past few days and kept thinking of things to write and between the crying, researching, working and chasing after kids I really just avoided it all together.<br /><br />Finally I have a few minutes and wanted to share with you on the status of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Berlyn</span>. Monday was her follow up cardiology appointment since her last hospital visit. I was already having a bad morning and was hoping that this wasn't a sign of things to come. Unfortunately, for us this was a sign of how the rest of the day would go. <br /><br />I asked my Grandma to go with me to the appointment to be with me and keep an eye on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aven</span> for me. I had this gut feeling it was gonna not be news I wanted to hear alone. It didn't take the doctor long to look at her and let me know that he had a good feeling that within the next year or so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Berlyn</span> would most likely have to again have the balloon <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dilation</span> performed. Hearing those words was like a stab to my chest. I tried to play it cool but was screaming inside. WHY??? WHY AGAIN??? I know what the risks of doing another one is. You risk stretching the valve again and risk causing it to leak. We also discussed the possibility of having to one day repair or replace her valve. I know that everyone says that everything will be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> and just take it one day at a time. It's just not easy to not think about what could be a great <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">possibility</span> down the road. I was fine up until the office door closed behind me. I just stood there and cried. I always read about this stuff that happened to other children. Never in a million years would I have pictured myself going down this road.<br /><br />It amazes me that in a matter of minutes how your life can be changed forever. On Monday I felt like life as I once knew it came to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">halt</span> as the rest of the world carried on around me. It was my Moms birthday and I was having everyone over to celebrate. I didn't want to ruin the day so I tried my best to put a smile on my face and act like I wasn't breaking down inside. Sometimes you never realize things living in your perfect world that there are bigger things out there. Things that can bring you to your knees in an instant. Things that have kept you from seeing the true meaning of life and what it really means to live. <br /><br />Monday night I kept looking at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Berlyn</span> thinking how can this laughing baby possibly have anything wrong with her? <br /><br />Being told that there is something wrong with your child is probably one of the hardest things to hear as a parent. You start feeling so many emotions all at one time and feel so quickly overwhelmed. You go from being shocked, angry, helpless as you realize there is nothing that you can do to change the situation and have so much fear of not knowing where the next day or months will take you. <br /><br />It starts to seem like everything around you begins to suffer. I have watched my friendships become closer and even some fade away. I have watched as my marriage takes a hit as we both try and learn to come together and deal with our grief on many different levels. (I tend to be more open with my feelings, I think he thinks he has to be the tough one and not show them.) There are so many hardships that come along with this kind of news that can either break you if you let them. Or can make you stronger and realize the important things that really matter. <br /><br />It breaks my heart to come to realize I don't have the perfect, healthy child that I always dreamed of having and living the life I thought I would. I have found hope that although this new journey is full of many uncertainties that my faith and ability to trust God fully with this will guide me through this journey. I have found joy in the simple things and have learned to cherish each and every single moment with my family.<br /><br />I know God performed his first miracle with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Berlyn's</span> life when we were able to find out at a unrelated urgent care appointment that she even had anything wrong with her heart. I know for a fact that if we didn't find out that day that she might not be around today. <br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Berlyn</span> is a precious miracle to us and I thank God for her everyday for her and for the changes I have made in my life because of having her here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-78759534245961944972010-09-28T14:33:00.001-07:002010-09-28T15:17:40.721-07:00Another scary moment that probably aged me 20 yearsWell I'm back. What a crazy few weeks it has been. Just when you think everything is going nice and calm and your life is getting back to semi-normal, something happens and once again a rug is pulled out from under your feet.<br /><br />September 12th...another one of the scariest days being of being a parent.<br /><br />I knew this day was off to a bad start when I decided it would be a good day to go on a hike. It's the first time I've done any major exercising in awhile. I know your only supposed to wait the normal 6 weeks to start working out but I chose 7 months. (wanted to make sure I was really healed up :) haha) The hike was about 5 miles long and about 2.5 miles up a huge hill. I was thanking God when I could see the end in sight. I was thinking how bad I wanted to just go home and relax.<br /><br />On my way home I got a call from Johnny and he said, "You need to hurry and get home, Berlyn just puked." I was thinking ok she just spit up like she always does. No big deal. I hurried home and walked in and went over to say hello to her. As soon as I walked over to her I could see she was choking and gasping for air. I sat her up really quick and she was trying to throw up. She spit up some nasty looking bile and it got on me. I told Johnny to hold her for a second while I wiped it up. As soon as I turned my back he yelled at me, "Brianna somethings wrong she doesn't look like she's breathing." (Something to that effect. After I looked back everything was a blurr) I looked over and she was limp and really white and her lips were blue. He padded her on her back and she kind of woke up but was still really out of it. I grabbed her and told him to dial 911. I grabbed her and held her in my arms and immediately thought that she was having problems with her heart. <br /><br />I called my Mom and told her to come as soon as she could. As I sat and waited for the ambulance to arrive which seemed like an eternity. I just held her and prayed to God that this wasn't her heart and she would be ok. <br /><br />The paramedics got to our house and asked us a bunch of questions and transported us to the nearest hospital. I think they thought I was just an over paranoid Mom who's daughter just threw up and was no big deal. The paramedic pretty much just sat there filling out paper work the whole ride over. I kept telling him that she looked super pale and I could tell something wasn't right. He still sat there filling out his paper work when she began to throw up again. Finally he realized that I wasn't just a over paranoid Mom and this was a little more serious. He finally said, "Yeah maybe I should put on some Oxygen." DUHHHH<br /><br />As soon as we arrived at the hospital they started her on IV fluids and her color started to come back and she was being her happy self again.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-hKD029WYfVHV9UZ7FkGgogGnWRDek6a5ctLfwbgS3sXsV5NSDzYs8H-DWlwrxCT0VoJlRiJXzYuC7eb7OkOgPpMrfWnFFAtCHl4AKU9L6pdSxa7PS3kYwej-FAhRIDit744bkOLpvE/s1600/0912001524%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522081364647795618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-hKD029WYfVHV9UZ7FkGgogGnWRDek6a5ctLfwbgS3sXsV5NSDzYs8H-DWlwrxCT0VoJlRiJXzYuC7eb7OkOgPpMrfWnFFAtCHl4AKU9L6pdSxa7PS3kYwej-FAhRIDit744bkOLpvE/s400/0912001524%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> They didn't know what would cause her to pass out and wanted to do more testing. Chino hospital doesn't have a pediatrics department so they transported us to CHOC. I was so thankful to have them come. I could now know that Berlyn was in safe hands.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E_Nnc5p2VYtj79hP7hTwJGpC0hHU7p-CU2Q-2ettOZiZ49f-MD-5JOb8ejbRdHR353y4QrtQ-JlsdF4vgsocOFjvX1jcqPEwSa4misCUrryahlkEjVwBXi1ZDgxCkuaT1XpHrAHwLLk/s1600/0912001707%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522081150084267330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E_Nnc5p2VYtj79hP7hTwJGpC0hHU7p-CU2Q-2ettOZiZ49f-MD-5JOb8ejbRdHR353y4QrtQ-JlsdF4vgsocOFjvX1jcqPEwSa4misCUrryahlkEjVwBXi1ZDgxCkuaT1XpHrAHwLLk/s400/0912001707%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> She got treated like royalty on her ride over to CHOC. They sang to her, let her watch Dumbo, blew her bubbles. All while I sat in the front seat pulling out my hair. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIjCJJZMoEoj3T7AGdyg8OlZWD5R16HFO7o7WVVboRh253NzsWfd4h1WE5JG-nsrXehj98d3c0WClKhgG8uW49hWuc0cXbtTeJfzZfdId4j4J15EkUvH1kHu-bfNYm5wI2oMdh9uxfQM/s1600/0912001719%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522081145097989170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIjCJJZMoEoj3T7AGdyg8OlZWD5R16HFO7o7WVVboRh253NzsWfd4h1WE5JG-nsrXehj98d3c0WClKhgG8uW49hWuc0cXbtTeJfzZfdId4j4J15EkUvH1kHu-bfNYm5wI2oMdh9uxfQM/s400/0912001719%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> </div><div>We got to CHOC around 5PM that night. I was still in the same sweaty work out clothes from that morning and still hadn't eaten. By this time the soreness set in from not working out like that in a year. I was walking around the hospital like I just finished a bull riding competition. </div><div>They did a bunch of tests on her and still couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. </div><div>They decided to keep us over night and see how she did. <br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgggvwHYf83XMRk-tDihtVIu3Yj7ryP8q9eWBwlBF2e7bUjeMMhgZ04wO8Hd3DIh4iXdUBl0yS1D6-oKPg48mWwJbqvMh53Iwvz5ffrGx5q6Dfl5TOhupCdseWG72ttxdx9RALeLcQG3wY/s1600/0913000712%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522081132942640322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgggvwHYf83XMRk-tDihtVIu3Yj7ryP8q9eWBwlBF2e7bUjeMMhgZ04wO8Hd3DIh4iXdUBl0yS1D6-oKPg48mWwJbqvMh53Iwvz5ffrGx5q6Dfl5TOhupCdseWG72ttxdx9RALeLcQG3wY/s400/0913000712%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> They finally came in the next day and told me that she was super dehydrated and said it caused her to have a cynaotic episode which made her pass out. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8ojQAcCanTP5g9tRDHfO0SfE9Gd3NeKSNji59IyXqNdNPhs3dvwJIsrN40ucyAEqH1cWdTEbQuZUgn9dbaHK9LcmuKBVxuFWrQsvLGIJs9ewhuLYCeR2mcnlH692PI_amhZLuEYcLzk/s1600/0913001603b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522081129448918354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8ojQAcCanTP5g9tRDHfO0SfE9Gd3NeKSNji59IyXqNdNPhs3dvwJIsrN40ucyAEqH1cWdTEbQuZUgn9dbaHK9LcmuKBVxuFWrQsvLGIJs9ewhuLYCeR2mcnlH692PI_amhZLuEYcLzk/s400/0913001603b.jpg" /></a><br />They did check her heart and the report did show that her valve looked a little tighter but her cardiologist said that when they get sick or are under stress it can cause that to happen.</div><div> </div><div>We go back on November 1st to see how her heart is doing then.</div><div> </div><div>This little girl is sure giving her parents some sleepless nights and heart aches and she's not even 1 years old. </div><div> </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-88100763341311806052010-09-10T14:45:00.000-07:002010-09-10T14:53:59.428-07:00Missing in ActionI haven't posted in awhile. Been pretty busy. Not to mention my husband thinks I spend way to much time "blogging" so I haven't done it as much. :)<br /><br />Anyway, things have been going good. We had a small scare with Berlyn a few weeks back. Her head grew pretty quick since her last appointment so they were concerned she had "water on her brain" Thank God that my baby just has a big head. She is perfectly fine. <br /><br />We did find out that same day that Aven also has a heart murmur and we are going on Monday to see the cardiologist to find out if his is just a "normal" murmur. I am praying that it is. <br /><br />Today Berlyn is 7 months old! Boy how the time flies by. I will update with her monthly picture later but I will leave you with a few pics I took of her the other day. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZ0GSkUicDSIvtb3SBlnwg8k9M2T61Ok5xvLLo1Cri23Df8Rs0eEvV3W0TraSTdLSV13MrIIv9vO_xYUYy0iuzJMPW4eNVXtPBgrvtc_1PTr6t5cmauPp4N43JlP5jakq4fpPBeC9ib8/s1600/6+079.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515406209542090034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZ0GSkUicDSIvtb3SBlnwg8k9M2T61Ok5xvLLo1Cri23Df8Rs0eEvV3W0TraSTdLSV13MrIIv9vO_xYUYy0iuzJMPW4eNVXtPBgrvtc_1PTr6t5cmauPp4N43JlP5jakq4fpPBeC9ib8/s400/6+079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7xzDAgvbvE3u6FZtWaFnwHUfefUqAvJQHEBwrkeNsGl70ifPyPrRVVGWFFuFnv1yHydrJr6b-zc6681h72NdE-H__dBo8KEvKzLvznDfWgayb3TWreFTqvrb-TIhVFtI6-7jNLh-tVg/s1600/6+078.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515406189374734882" 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/AVvXsEgy7xzDAgvbvE3u6FZtWaFnwHUfefUqAvJQHEBwrkeNsGl70ifPyPrRVVGWFFuFnv1yHydrJr6b-zc6681h72NdE-H__dBo8KEvKzLvznDfWgayb3TWreFTqvrb-TIhVFtI6-7jNLh-tVg/s400/6+078.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYc_zQKPOe_lBwMbmYQAhn2cj4cnEIzfyYPtNdTKvW3Ftt0MojOjXdqOUAXWbxVmm32k6keXfleh5svt925iXEqNKrA9a1lhR0Red8rpse7zIpaHl6aIMxT3Qz7I_jXxw5wUTzfXQDLiI/s1600/6+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515406184590515874" 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/AVvXsEhYc_zQKPOe_lBwMbmYQAhn2cj4cnEIzfyYPtNdTKvW3Ftt0MojOjXdqOUAXWbxVmm32k6keXfleh5svt925iXEqNKrA9a1lhR0Red8rpse7zIpaHl6aIMxT3Qz7I_jXxw5wUTzfXQDLiI/s400/6+074.jpg" border="0" /></a> I wish I looked this cute chubby :) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnWfDpY7tgLjSC682YqTX5dUfWEGA8hrT3CM3T6T0QTuKqPKFmcJA9lhkYCqLS29SA44mF5RDlz0RyNAzi77YZPdw7wAjI9tThKCPx6Bdn7OmVncFiWgWCih_mhQxjzD6aiEKQxBckBY/s1600/6+041rt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515406172093729202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnWfDpY7tgLjSC682YqTX5dUfWEGA8hrT3CM3T6T0QTuKqPKFmcJA9lhkYCqLS29SA44mF5RDlz0RyNAzi77YZPdw7wAjI9tThKCPx6Bdn7OmVncFiWgWCih_mhQxjzD6aiEKQxBckBY/s400/6+041rt.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-38269774540560024452010-08-06T13:52:00.001-07:002010-08-06T13:58:02.572-07:00She wore an itsy bitsy tinnie winnie.....Yellow polka dot bikini<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMJr7LZaF-08KCrzUQaeOATsdtYKcj5-G-6PIZsDYkXrYXeIPaapAbTBYtE7moS3ZEP7qA4f65PEQhpItIxOjDO88rrbT8WhjA-JSWRK3OkkHyHa6h4MJny4lOK99tE6aaO_V688w3BA/s1600/6+months+012rtweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502403600878499570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMJr7LZaF-08KCrzUQaeOATsdtYKcj5-G-6PIZsDYkXrYXeIPaapAbTBYtE7moS3ZEP7qA4f65PEQhpItIxOjDO88rrbT8WhjA-JSWRK3OkkHyHa6h4MJny4lOK99tE6aaO_V688w3BA/s400/6+months+012rtweb.jpg" border="0" /></a> that she wore for the first time today!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQE76yWVktZ-Z_ymFH9Jz3OKJO26R9JqBjYl8jc7AW9B12FNqXWznZkjTCjFl8Ig3RawCJVb1UQ9mNpKC5-IxXs3j84EW6xwKKcXPntBKLJ1W3lHT5yVzZpkSiuL40DXqKCYX195kBqI8/s1600/6+months+013rt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502403279345377634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQE76yWVktZ-Z_ymFH9Jz3OKJO26R9JqBjYl8jc7AW9B12FNqXWznZkjTCjFl8Ig3RawCJVb1UQ9mNpKC5-IxXs3j84EW6xwKKcXPntBKLJ1W3lHT5yVzZpkSiuL40DXqKCYX195kBqI8/s400/6+months+013rt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7GwkVXyI7hHuOx1Xt7OplSY8RXnDUYD6Dobe2U-C68X74th9JMhgHIZqIfMjvza56cqwp8BvLvC9D9rac_OfMwyRAsjJAXHFeM39x3wvq_5-JNQ1b0iDjEd-y4U4-dAUmJ7NiUSTVjA/s1600/6+months+017rtweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502403266507919970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7GwkVXyI7hHuOx1Xt7OplSY8RXnDUYD6Dobe2U-C68X74th9JMhgHIZqIfMjvza56cqwp8BvLvC9D9rac_OfMwyRAsjJAXHFeM39x3wvq_5-JNQ1b0iDjEd-y4U4-dAUmJ7NiUSTVjA/s400/6+months+017rtweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1APGuuoFr_3BZZLPmMF3Mqr4QJD2TDyYaAOTis0HBGov2OAFp0kMUAia7VFUHCAU7Eevy8xmQFI7ggpCixfRrrUbkuHZ0mw93wetuotMSH5q8TkDNFuPN8wWu2PkK_SwoRtOfOdNqmw/s1600/6+months+018rtweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502403260536652866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1APGuuoFr_3BZZLPmMF3Mqr4QJD2TDyYaAOTis0HBGov2OAFp0kMUAia7VFUHCAU7Eevy8xmQFI7ggpCixfRrrUbkuHZ0mw93wetuotMSH5q8TkDNFuPN8wWu2PkK_SwoRtOfOdNqmw/s400/6+months+018rtweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-iApca8b_fUZWPzNqxLocHdGouc_TaI9wJnKe3bums4XjwftpktLW_QDcTLG6URYruMiBQHgig8wI0FpM3DzqDOmLmXx3JWayMOXcITUrBZ8bPpi7Rhpbgq48xatPh-FoYApoqDImWW0/s1600/6+months+021rtweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502403249944773906" 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/AVvXsEj-iApca8b_fUZWPzNqxLocHdGouc_TaI9wJnKe3bums4XjwftpktLW_QDcTLG6URYruMiBQHgig8wI0FpM3DzqDOmLmXx3JWayMOXcITUrBZ8bPpi7Rhpbgq48xatPh-FoYApoqDImWW0/s400/6+months+021rtweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJZwD1efcOYgOFgIvBNdp7e78VCJUcIeibAx4-1DO9szYTX4NI-ukDudIBzeZ0pz6oHElOloXSAZzrGBaQXy-OH_y7MDKF_ygsYJzPORveDSs7ke_AXo51Ke9yzwfVY_enSLq-D6AM4U/s1600/6mrt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502403239982059218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJZwD1efcOYgOFgIvBNdp7e78VCJUcIeibAx4-1DO9szYTX4NI-ukDudIBzeZ0pz6oHElOloXSAZzrGBaQXy-OH_y7MDKF_ygsYJzPORveDSs7ke_AXo51Ke9yzwfVY_enSLq-D6AM4U/s400/6mrt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-3342083747359186322010-08-06T13:34:00.000-07:002010-08-06T13:38:48.810-07:00Look alike?I've been working on trying to get some pictures done of Berlyn for her up and coming 6 month birthday. Can't believe it's been almost 6 months already. Where has the time gone? You'd think it would seem longer since I haven't got sleep in that amount of time.<br /><br />Anyway, here is a side by side comparison of Aven and Berlyn right about the same time. Do you think they look alike? Well I do. I think all except their noses :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOzZCAZ1JXHwJF8740x-pm-oNZfHDrAaLEyGatJT3_Qouofplz9EOi5eh2pnf0lsPePuCc0augzTnU9i6-w6AI0BRBgDsRcx_aEediZAYxB4iOmncl2Me3Gsa9Wm3svI_3PkbXEz7cCw/s1600/a&b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502398155562194562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOzZCAZ1JXHwJF8740x-pm-oNZfHDrAaLEyGatJT3_Qouofplz9EOi5eh2pnf0lsPePuCc0augzTnU9i6-w6AI0BRBgDsRcx_aEediZAYxB4iOmncl2Me3Gsa9Wm3svI_3PkbXEz7cCw/s400/a&b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-45652575196102915382010-07-30T10:35:00.001-07:002010-07-30T10:47:41.242-07:00My first Diamonds...ok CZ'sOnce again I am slacking on my blog. These past few weeks have been SO busy. I think everyone in the family got sick at one point in the past few weeks and Berlyn does not like her beauty sleep. Mom needs some beauty sleep BADLY :)<br /><br />I've been going back and forth on if I wanted to get her ears pierced or not. I always felt so bad cause she's already gone through so many pokes and pricks and procedures in her short life. Why would I want to add to it?<br /><br />I finally gave in and we took a family trip to go get them done.<br /><br />Berlyn wasn't so sure about what was happening. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0DE8p3IH366_bFO9t2j-_Ngr6Am_DIAq6-BN3Hd1Vd1AZP8pHMU3udf5WYd3bAEUDUGAHMJM4oVg1RsFC6_hCpTnRqesJ7f0U1jDsH-meHERYYZ3nNvBEHHNg_QS6dfu590iIUs_sH8/s1600/7-25-10+001.2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499755601052931714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0DE8p3IH366_bFO9t2j-_Ngr6Am_DIAq6-BN3Hd1Vd1AZP8pHMU3udf5WYd3bAEUDUGAHMJM4oVg1RsFC6_hCpTnRqesJ7f0U1jDsH-meHERYYZ3nNvBEHHNg_QS6dfu590iIUs_sH8/s400/7-25-10+001.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>As you can tell by this picture I wasn't so sure either. This is my attempt at a smile. FAKE!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxFIfxTLWeO43LkcJlsemD8IBmo-sbZ4dKYhsmpN1bCBV7xf1zIDKvqdGoj_6HVnOAsBZefScsIhAAZc1o1eiMuKB-dGxGFUtZDnqIKAB1PTwYKmxeXNs_Mviw5o2avrqyshvdEjERtA/s1600/7-25-10+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499755591686404530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxFIfxTLWeO43LkcJlsemD8IBmo-sbZ4dKYhsmpN1bCBV7xf1zIDKvqdGoj_6HVnOAsBZefScsIhAAZc1o1eiMuKB-dGxGFUtZDnqIKAB1PTwYKmxeXNs_Mviw5o2avrqyshvdEjERtA/s400/7-25-10+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> She was in such a good mood and so excited to get her first set of diamonds!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSNca1S40Q3837kPRNLpZKevyEO-LPJLRBf9zLck2P8es4_bQY-jCEtOwFJt8fG8ETze821apJ-LC9tiQN5otoiss0Ye8Cr3pshCg_eCZyoSUCJZFOGg_Tw0E1anQ2Pb6sWL1rN2ZfNI/s1600/7-25-10+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499755585849390306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSNca1S40Q3837kPRNLpZKevyEO-LPJLRBf9zLck2P8es4_bQY-jCEtOwFJt8fG8ETze821apJ-LC9tiQN5otoiss0Ye8Cr3pshCg_eCZyoSUCJZFOGg_Tw0E1anQ2Pb6sWL1rN2ZfNI/s400/7-25-10+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TlBIZnt4a4Xc_pjm1TcDIdsn-0W9DM8Jf8btlQM2btZ_auCJY2fO77lc4X0iyBA8jFQIDAzmbUZc0aMUlS6Gtit_JRr8N9uq7NdhKMyK7H0RjqQ3R6ogkOryio06y15JaKLTjHObqGc/s1600/7-25-10+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499755579764022786" 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/AVvXsEg3TlBIZnt4a4Xc_pjm1TcDIdsn-0W9DM8Jf8btlQM2btZ_auCJY2fO77lc4X0iyBA8jFQIDAzmbUZc0aMUlS6Gtit_JRr8N9uq7NdhKMyK7H0RjqQ3R6ogkOryio06y15JaKLTjHObqGc/s400/7-25-10+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSWI02wwrlPHcp6rNodYsN7ZgoASER3OjCfZXpGFtvqFSlUFXfmNUvAMfjEK4Xl4rZKi_2xbJbqO7hfyPXSCloaPlcEE9RRBMtI9VkIOQOzY7n46K4GRYGomzbkeuRnnhyqBOzpsF2GE/s1600/7-25-10+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499755569837229314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSWI02wwrlPHcp6rNodYsN7ZgoASER3OjCfZXpGFtvqFSlUFXfmNUvAMfjEK4Xl4rZKi_2xbJbqO7hfyPXSCloaPlcEE9RRBMtI9VkIOQOzY7n46K4GRYGomzbkeuRnnhyqBOzpsF2GE/s400/7-25-10+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjFXPPolQ_WtoBe27GioCVZCFsEzoFRaEyRCEzkZ3Ii0s6tYW6PI1KM1Gw_ThUco4psyzqKIH05U6MyHf0QwWDFL-jwV0-s5iBRj5wP2ODsmh2mxYUnriLZDilw92nO1qfhYjX9slzsk/s1600/7-25-10+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499754832628673410" 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/AVvXsEgvjFXPPolQ_WtoBe27GioCVZCFsEzoFRaEyRCEzkZ3Ii0s6tYW6PI1KM1Gw_ThUco4psyzqKIH05U6MyHf0QwWDFL-jwV0-s5iBRj5wP2ODsmh2mxYUnriLZDilw92nO1qfhYjX9slzsk/s400/7-25-10+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was right after. She wasn't crying cause it hurt. She was crying when she found out that her Dad bought her FAKE diamonds!!! Guess he will have to make it up to her and get her the real things for her birthday :) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkYEjsq3clocgBz-8AP9Fw_XEr-HxhFKoQuKc6CtpBRjB2aX69wGn8YjqnLnnJ0XWh_oiyimDvymGgg5Xe9dPvGKzeLp6ttX1Lq3alLiqrsbHSOoKhmTto3f2CaNKrQgRUdMhdeOlMvA/s1600/7-25-10+015.2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499754824436022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkYEjsq3clocgBz-8AP9Fw_XEr-HxhFKoQuKc6CtpBRjB2aX69wGn8YjqnLnnJ0XWh_oiyimDvymGgg5Xe9dPvGKzeLp6ttX1Lq3alLiqrsbHSOoKhmTto3f2CaNKrQgRUdMhdeOlMvA/s400/7-25-10+015.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was me after. (Please excuse the dark circles. I told you she's not letting me get my sleep) I think this whole ordeal was harder on me than it was on her. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5H5xCN4OCOLPLI3043KCrT4BH0xVsuhlSqXTD2daOaTVsZMmekl9CXo-iXRbmRu4xXsAEpTEHLO56b_PLMtuheXGys2xV4m0FyOk-zB8czRmhfXuWgNe37jDvWCpS1_CQNSD6RxU7h_U/s1600/7-25-10+018.2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499754815030329378" 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/AVvXsEg5H5xCN4OCOLPLI3043KCrT4BH0xVsuhlSqXTD2daOaTVsZMmekl9CXo-iXRbmRu4xXsAEpTEHLO56b_PLMtuheXGys2xV4m0FyOk-zB8czRmhfXuWgNe37jDvWCpS1_CQNSD6RxU7h_U/s400/7-25-10+018.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> As soon as the lady did her second ear my Mom grabbed her as fast as she could to comfort her. Can't stand to see her grandbaby cry :(</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3S3c1F66ytu0wK-WP3RBCwlbiAtDUI1YOxpkRKYwrG8geU4p2GgCfayPbfmJoKkmrY1g-gNzDrCjeFjNnf2bkrjDDVXF3nyEhQfNaOe0-55N4Z0uhdkaCg_0BzxhPGRxN2x1bo0eRCU/s1600/7-25-10+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499754812506749362" 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/AVvXsEjG3S3c1F66ytu0wK-WP3RBCwlbiAtDUI1YOxpkRKYwrG8geU4p2GgCfayPbfmJoKkmrY1g-gNzDrCjeFjNnf2bkrjDDVXF3nyEhQfNaOe0-55N4Z0uhdkaCg_0BzxhPGRxN2x1bo0eRCU/s400/7-25-10+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Mom, you have to come back here we haven't paid for those yet!"</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVeFj37VCrEuHNItRNyIkMutqbYgWhbLkDEJIBjlUaLyvx2uK3W9gCnqELNutM8J-QbE90fLt3g9qnlox1vC8sAH47TuUn0ZlI1l07CWRcWMzLxTpVQHwFejpLffilqDjJVQNfBK4x5Y/s1600/7-25-10+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499754803401637186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVeFj37VCrEuHNItRNyIkMutqbYgWhbLkDEJIBjlUaLyvx2uK3W9gCnqELNutM8J-QbE90fLt3g9qnlox1vC8sAH47TuUn0ZlI1l07CWRcWMzLxTpVQHwFejpLffilqDjJVQNfBK4x5Y/s400/7-25-10+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-63144199578253615412010-07-08T09:41:00.001-07:002010-07-08T10:03:05.758-07:00Two yearsTwo years! Can't believe I'm even saying that. How only two years can change your life so much!<br /><br />Two years of your sweet skin.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXVVDeZZ3S07H_BHYSXL6w9XYBq0VjwOjiYnsxrgtEd-TPcGWn2r1Izz-V6xSadaiZaOUF5utsFdYUZw3bOABITOc1kQTUOTJy6-l0H5NvOYIjevrhdpnpIlw6VNe-Jo_ZucGAVR7c5w/s1600/Mom&Aven1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577571710835906" 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/AVvXsEiEXVVDeZZ3S07H_BHYSXL6w9XYBq0VjwOjiYnsxrgtEd-TPcGWn2r1Izz-V6xSadaiZaOUF5utsFdYUZw3bOABITOc1kQTUOTJy6-l0H5NvOYIjevrhdpnpIlw6VNe-Jo_ZucGAVR7c5w/s400/Mom&Aven1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Two years of your contagious smile,<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOfyeOGeuN1VR_npjSwoJoRn1P_vZCQsslVqqXY5tf0SX3kHseDl6ZW-qiLJ8fxTezVXjvIhVgCiPnZemStUJjDr5XyXCUwzFTUuOGlMldL0nfQiMju0qScg9kooUKf8QMgCdxnxgmgk/s1600/20m2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577287775098210" 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/AVvXsEjaOfyeOGeuN1VR_npjSwoJoRn1P_vZCQsslVqqXY5tf0SX3kHseDl6ZW-qiLJ8fxTezVXjvIhVgCiPnZemStUJjDr5XyXCUwzFTUuOGlMldL0nfQiMju0qScg9kooUKf8QMgCdxnxgmgk/s400/20m2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Two years of your awesome personality,</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_74538Tx_FG2mvKyoaE6tP8VidVetrl3R7Eqnwxb0wy0epJSGSUfGLebt1GqSJq6Qgn4oJFWI1rGt3f422ROHiyYC6j3ith2DnDfD8fuCiMjriHcxUCAcqc2r3kxUYO7OhBnE4txE-s/s1600/Easter+215.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577280278999378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_74538Tx_FG2mvKyoaE6tP8VidVetrl3R7Eqnwxb0wy0epJSGSUfGLebt1GqSJq6Qgn4oJFWI1rGt3f422ROHiyYC6j3ith2DnDfD8fuCiMjriHcxUCAcqc2r3kxUYO7OhBnE4txE-s/s400/Easter+215.jpg" border="0" /></a> Two years of your frustrations,</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKI17Yu3Gqlg-slsYrj0oxXm_R6WJS4RMiXN5W8JJnT34JoB3rqWz__uF53jZDKR2xjCClsEo82HCdxVTrocHz2G-QC550yoEeSAfK3XEujHqjM9RN3wLJNyvqzam2ilWa6Mf0Vqm9Ywo/s1600/23.1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577269457299490" 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/AVvXsEhKI17Yu3Gqlg-slsYrj0oxXm_R6WJS4RMiXN5W8JJnT34JoB3rqWz__uF53jZDKR2xjCClsEo82HCdxVTrocHz2G-QC550yoEeSAfK3XEujHqjM9RN3wLJNyvqzam2ilWa6Mf0Vqm9Ywo/s400/23.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Two years of your tears,</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn8pgJOXj8ptLM5eSTX0SonpG3Kui7gODyuZMtM2zDOFK1sCO2sZLmlFGPe1OBc6RZ3reEKxSLIQ39dffOXyF4D-pIk7ti3VKmGZX12k6X62gASkExXNJr76Y4knDn2mxsMf0sXaIkEE/s1600/!cid__0218001026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577262228640066" 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/AVvXsEikn8pgJOXj8ptLM5eSTX0SonpG3Kui7gODyuZMtM2zDOFK1sCO2sZLmlFGPe1OBc6RZ3reEKxSLIQ39dffOXyF4D-pIk7ti3VKmGZX12k6X62gASkExXNJr76Y4knDn2mxsMf0sXaIkEE/s400/!cid__0218001026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCujyojKfErod_Qve5AZYDdTpzWtqCSaaP8FUYkC4Ubd6FkfT8VV_Py9F1RoxIPTqOLYJSrQaJn4J_flN-gPsCeyKEPit6rzgeRH1zpEgF06guKUwqzF6trIUuX0tpd08qq87yHAKbP8/s1600/Splash+Park+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577255869960162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCujyojKfErod_Qve5AZYDdTpzWtqCSaaP8FUYkC4Ubd6FkfT8VV_Py9F1RoxIPTqOLYJSrQaJn4J_flN-gPsCeyKEPit6rzgeRH1zpEgF06guKUwqzF6trIUuX0tpd08qq87yHAKbP8/s400/Splash+Park+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Two years of your friendship, </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabm6YXiCLze9kuvSwmtSOQP4SCXbStctxzefefvSmiufofHXVyN3KEBA3i65U8OXJX01hqBNc08f9SvogLBFSP-1QemZ70ZXzcvlMxUSkElachWDpqMjuI2J6A-NgURzXDXUWjupn0Fw/s1600/Belly+Shoot+154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491577736584955954" 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/AVvXsEjabm6YXiCLze9kuvSwmtSOQP4SCXbStctxzefefvSmiufofHXVyN3KEBA3i65U8OXJX01hqBNc08f9SvogLBFSP-1QemZ70ZXzcvlMxUSkElachWDpqMjuI2J6A-NgURzXDXUWjupn0Fw/s400/Belly+Shoot+154.jpg" border="0" /></a> Two years of watching you grow into this little wonder.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWypou6j2KGKZQpND5KEb9eHk0QDcB-OvYl8r3Wbuw6ziecEkSLWIO3vGM5ZYuxM9guZHgdCCEmjOOJNP-mHhvPZ6nKDw_-7y9Ygqhyq41dpp12goFY2KkMCUX0wLakmJnBkWKqCpPfA/s1600/31124_1470578254412_1532293997_1168820_2850989_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491578252251056434" 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/AVvXsEhvWypou6j2KGKZQpND5KEb9eHk0QDcB-OvYl8r3Wbuw6ziecEkSLWIO3vGM5ZYuxM9guZHgdCCEmjOOJNP-mHhvPZ6nKDw_-7y9Ygqhyq41dpp12goFY2KkMCUX0wLakmJnBkWKqCpPfA/s400/31124_1470578254412_1532293997_1168820_2850989_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> It still feels like yesterday when I heard your first cry and wondered how I ever deserved this. I know I was meant to love you forever. You are growing up so fast and everyday is a joy to watch you grow into your own little self. This year was a year that I will not soon forget. I watched you as you took your first steps. Watched as my belly grew and grew and how you would love to rub my belly and kiss it and say "baby". I watched as you became a big brother and how you embraced your job better than I would have ever dreamed. I was so scared that you would think that I didn't love you the same or would get jealous but you didn't..you were such a good boy about everything.</div><div> </div><div>Even though you didn't know it at the time but when I got the news of your sister being sick I hit rock bottom, you were always there to make me laugh even in my darkest days. You will never know how much your little smile meant to me. </div><div> </div><div>I know words will never express the depth of love I have for you, but I will spend everyday of my life showing you.</div><div> </div><div>I love you so much my son!<br /><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-6815509190298953382010-06-22T10:01:00.001-07:002010-06-22T10:20:45.275-07:00Father's DayWe had a great Father's day weekend (besides only sleeping a few hours)<br /><br />I took a few pictures of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aven</span> wearing his Daddy's shirt and tie. If you know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aven</span> you know this wasn't an easy task. Thank God we live near the airport and he loves planes. One flew by right in time and got him excited.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4xWDzXWFukoBJlybAUGR7Q8pcBK3wNLLdY7FGecxNXEvf5WPjTD4jb9DLCxL2ljJtvCrP7LbkfVj3nK7jI8gYldmm6m9nZz8J8Gjam-eLEXns3ncKUu8h375Zy20qWNI4F9K0YUDBKw/s1600/23.9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645533553889282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4xWDzXWFukoBJlybAUGR7Q8pcBK3wNLLdY7FGecxNXEvf5WPjTD4jb9DLCxL2ljJtvCrP7LbkfVj3nK7jI8gYldmm6m9nZz8J8Gjam-eLEXns3ncKUu8h375Zy20qWNI4F9K0YUDBKw/s400/23.9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKiWD3gZtPYNtHBZyMlPwUCg1TnPng6wobtA9gjRAyhaZK_iTlRrdE7qD5nvQXfqoE4TNsC-VHVQRhyTWoBgbEpMWwMEkRMZdlGsOVL08af48Fz4BLfKpXhWDJ3qsseRM9XIiU6V_Pqw/s1600/23.8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645524075290626" 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/AVvXsEhOKiWD3gZtPYNtHBZyMlPwUCg1TnPng6wobtA9gjRAyhaZK_iTlRrdE7qD5nvQXfqoE4TNsC-VHVQRhyTWoBgbEpMWwMEkRMZdlGsOVL08af48Fz4BLfKpXhWDJ3qsseRM9XIiU6V_Pqw/s400/23.8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I invited my Mom and Dad over for Father's Day breakfast. I stayed up late making my Dad and Johnny their own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">place mats</span> and coffee mugs. They better know how much I love them to stay up late on no sleep to make this stuff :) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIV8ZWd17AX6vBiqtmmf5nn-ifgcAMri42KWJqyjcLDNPHttr-WK3u57YgFdQe19zHLb6yUCLwgOTBEQVYFpGBkD_IN2c1VdcgosbaqF9CyWxGx5qxBeUaKxtCsdOUI3BTZRPIuZyuQy8/s1600/Fathers+Day+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645056340640018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIV8ZWd17AX6vBiqtmmf5nn-ifgcAMri42KWJqyjcLDNPHttr-WK3u57YgFdQe19zHLb6yUCLwgOTBEQVYFpGBkD_IN2c1VdcgosbaqF9CyWxGx5qxBeUaKxtCsdOUI3BTZRPIuZyuQy8/s400/Fathers+Day+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREHVpFFJy_k9rfpdJ10BeDP4f8Qqq8A1grcsF2pShOuuvR2YNZI_Ln2aonSv_EpuOC9vSy4BPT-mcBn4voB1i04auBbUDVNXWM3YMJu_vYEAogdEGJDILiazuKXXAIb1ijvZGna6-vgA/s1600/Fathers+Day+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645048545504114" 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/AVvXsEiREHVpFFJy_k9rfpdJ10BeDP4f8Qqq8A1grcsF2pShOuuvR2YNZI_Ln2aonSv_EpuOC9vSy4BPT-mcBn4voB1i04auBbUDVNXWM3YMJu_vYEAogdEGJDILiazuKXXAIb1ijvZGna6-vgA/s400/Fathers+Day+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Berlyn's</span> gift to Dad<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheV9BsOJke8-PzYN9g9Fo7zfNUJYUOTR6uNUwUVXtsDM3sF993LBTVciH7X4m0O887x0T6oyEaMyk3RZ56NG5megbRe7fhSmEYWWKoiz8ucRFvWpuDJH8oPLfxV4DDYm4WZElwBo3DwTs/s1600/Fathers+Day+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485645030888352674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheV9BsOJke8-PzYN9g9Fo7zfNUJYUOTR6uNUwUVXtsDM3sF993LBTVciH7X4m0O887x0T6oyEaMyk3RZ56NG5megbRe7fhSmEYWWKoiz8ucRFvWpuDJH8oPLfxV4DDYm4WZElwBo3DwTs/s400/Fathers+Day+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WnKxSJXmxCf6OWfu-VxshAGP4_S7xrQYs4spRuNFe2fRXZjv5zWghwF7fU9PtKz_DQNf0Kwq2P8GQpREv73b-t1Yqwy5JqYxM8MalbCV0mzs1WkIwD71377y6Na4KVVcUKmGMC-c4L0/s1600/Fathers+Day+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644771737735618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WnKxSJXmxCf6OWfu-VxshAGP4_S7xrQYs4spRuNFe2fRXZjv5zWghwF7fU9PtKz_DQNf0Kwq2P8GQpREv73b-t1Yqwy5JqYxM8MalbCV0mzs1WkIwD71377y6Na4KVVcUKmGMC-c4L0/s400/Fathers+Day+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxToR59wIba6q06x4L3YRRPj2ABJO-3GIyOoes0jUjqry-4xjLcSSz9eecR88xDp_hT_H5MROZUacgTh69q9UXS5dmeE_wmYDATMusH_LqiGGWhNK0xdsG-BQacRDHRW8hlfTmFHOaOM/s1600/Fathers+Day+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644742438803986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxToR59wIba6q06x4L3YRRPj2ABJO-3GIyOoes0jUjqry-4xjLcSSz9eecR88xDp_hT_H5MROZUacgTh69q9UXS5dmeE_wmYDATMusH_LqiGGWhNK0xdsG-BQacRDHRW8hlfTmFHOaOM/s400/Fathers+Day+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYK-LdrGzDTeHZo9Z1ZIbYi85HOLdG4wok_Zt91pyWIXt-clSyr8eBGfnTP9yObvjVSsCX1kU05JOg5kHuCujrwCL5L7X2bIMp6BoZzhL4xyJrkS2wkPhnlEa0Fg-SNq9iGgUrYTiySQ/s1600/Fathers+Day+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644733864377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYK-LdrGzDTeHZo9Z1ZIbYi85HOLdG4wok_Zt91pyWIXt-clSyr8eBGfnTP9yObvjVSsCX1kU05JOg5kHuCujrwCL5L7X2bIMp6BoZzhL4xyJrkS2wkPhnlEa0Fg-SNq9iGgUrYTiySQ/s400/Fathers+Day+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59FmIyxK8rMZVYgdprC-h05fiS-RANaF8TKzABgrhvPvcAH2gyyxeOwY_uDCOwHwrKUtPFp6TDEQe7Zqf7gCXIRtU6NdLnlhmkk3TNeZ9Sw1Ld_N2yetUc2QZ14VUhmqygzJB5vVYyDs/s1600/Fathers+Day+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644726467956546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59FmIyxK8rMZVYgdprC-h05fiS-RANaF8TKzABgrhvPvcAH2gyyxeOwY_uDCOwHwrKUtPFp6TDEQe7Zqf7gCXIRtU6NdLnlhmkk3TNeZ9Sw1Ld_N2yetUc2QZ14VUhmqygzJB5vVYyDs/s400/Fathers+Day+020.jpg" border="0" /></a> Later that day we took a family walk to the park. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Aven</span> wanted to walk the dog by himself but it was more like the dog was walking him. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYSx2B9_X1Y4pFpCe-SngEQ1OT3pFdclXnEsXqvNm7-iDuBAy39cdyDmv7ohX1bj2oczT7W4jnR_aAJ-JXxNZOjvEmVSYbOTuRSGKZrF7YVO8zJdUxv5iQflXooizH3ciwSWiZmGzCAw/s1600/Fathers+Day+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644718141272834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYSx2B9_X1Y4pFpCe-SngEQ1OT3pFdclXnEsXqvNm7-iDuBAy39cdyDmv7ohX1bj2oczT7W4jnR_aAJ-JXxNZOjvEmVSYbOTuRSGKZrF7YVO8zJdUxv5iQflXooizH3ciwSWiZmGzCAw/s400/Fathers+Day+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vwdADZOWhDGs7IX9A_ylcOZICRuaSBJ_VCGmebwiyM3wUucxCkILC533A9Rd5AhkDOn04HVNfAXdl452wYdVbxDAfvGuhAULxySXIKO_AfS5bFAhCnYDNlYaI9knIZKPuGxD_tf7Ymg/s1600/Fathers+Day+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644495573464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vwdADZOWhDGs7IX9A_ylcOZICRuaSBJ_VCGmebwiyM3wUucxCkILC533A9Rd5AhkDOn04HVNfAXdl452wYdVbxDAfvGuhAULxySXIKO_AfS5bFAhCnYDNlYaI9knIZKPuGxD_tf7Ymg/s400/Fathers+Day+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Berlyn</span> and I sat under a shaded tree on a blanket and enjoyed watching Dad and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Aven</span> walk around the park.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPoInrVUVcWi9clZAl6zaLSmMa4NnWBHmndQvZVPbhHvc6Toyjx0PXJWz6bmNuAfVcIIuCdFk4z_UOs-l3q4gF5HZfkAduQZgVIfAp0LE-sQR62XQOYS-lzCAIchyokxVLRi9JE5cn_A/s1600/Fathers+Day+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644486889456322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPoInrVUVcWi9clZAl6zaLSmMa4NnWBHmndQvZVPbhHvc6Toyjx0PXJWz6bmNuAfVcIIuCdFk4z_UOs-l3q4gF5HZfkAduQZgVIfAp0LE-sQR62XQOYS-lzCAIchyokxVLRi9JE5cn_A/s400/Fathers+Day+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPkxyby3hboGjiOk_nkdgnK3ib_rihfH1fwT27drnFBwzJ2YgSxgvaBT8FDrpIB6tIprMEX78pE7bn_U4Fl_TctBP_GT4bHDWDzgQSUqre7AkcVYcwqetd_RXjZO-dxWd4Hj_9I71irc/s1600/Fathers+Day+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644476150638786" 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/AVvXsEgRPkxyby3hboGjiOk_nkdgnK3ib_rihfH1fwT27drnFBwzJ2YgSxgvaBT8FDrpIB6tIprMEX78pE7bn_U4Fl_TctBP_GT4bHDWDzgQSUqre7AkcVYcwqetd_RXjZO-dxWd4Hj_9I71irc/s400/Fathers+Day+049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiQsHxzOEiQmt9MHB1DXz0InS71zcvaeEjX3WOOLK6bSIKL9W1lYxQWE4tRYv9eoiUQMiZ9Wl3RQiXOkEPqECM08T4Uz5H3eDNAgTnOaTutY-4B6Q9o4y0X4oFU93ANzkyZTJZLi4ScI/s1600/Fathers+Day+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644469490815186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiQsHxzOEiQmt9MHB1DXz0InS71zcvaeEjX3WOOLK6bSIKL9W1lYxQWE4tRYv9eoiUQMiZ9Wl3RQiXOkEPqECM08T4Uz5H3eDNAgTnOaTutY-4B6Q9o4y0X4oFU93ANzkyZTJZLi4ScI/s400/Fathers+Day+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtldgFh6HdxYOgr5bIcSpGTtbEYu5D88-UnsgiLm8TbzfSwyDk8hnbdRduwz_XPD5ghPtZ6lLV-EJsBpg4LMFY4rSb9q5L98GxkOIxu_r0esS1VH7gKPpt4gTmrpQfUOJe5yL-Tf3RnMs/s1600/Fathers+Day+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485644461994621714" 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/AVvXsEgtldgFh6HdxYOgr5bIcSpGTtbEYu5D88-UnsgiLm8TbzfSwyDk8hnbdRduwz_XPD5ghPtZ6lLV-EJsBpg4LMFY4rSb9q5L98GxkOIxu_r0esS1VH7gKPpt4gTmrpQfUOJe5yL-Tf3RnMs/s400/Fathers+Day+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I wanted to make this day special for my husband cause he is such a wonderful Father. This year has been one of ups and downs for me and going through what I did with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Berlyn</span> he stayed so strong for me even when I felt so weak. I love that he is such a hands on Father and loves showing our kids affection. I love that he loves giving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Aven</span> his bath <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">every night</span>. I love that he loves to get up in the middle of the night to rock his baby girl to sleep when Mommy has lost her patience. I love that he talks about how he wants to be there when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Berlyn</span> picks out her wedding dress one day. I love to hear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Aven</span> get excited and yell.."DADDY'S HERE" every evening when the garage door opens up. I love to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Aven</span> walk around in his Dads shoes around the house cause he wants to be just like Daddy. </div><div> </div><div>I am so excited to see the relationship between him and these kids grow each and everyday. </div><div> </div><div>So to my husband, Thank you for being the Father and Husband that you are!!</div><div> </div><div>We all love you!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-10725438554667648262010-06-11T21:04:00.000-07:002010-06-14T08:51:01.578-07:00To my Baby GirlTo my precious baby girl,<br /><br />I write this as I wonder,<br />Will you ask someday?<br />Why do I have to go to the<br />doctor to check my heart?<br />Did God make me this way?<br />What will happen to me?<br />What does my future hold?<br />Will I hold my own children?<br />Then live until I'm old?<br />I think about your future,<br />Imagining what lies ahead,<br />Perhaps I need to concentrate,<br />On present things instead.<br /><br />The present:<br /><br />Right now you are enjoying life,<br />A chubby little 4 month old girl,<br />You make us laugh...yes everyday,<br />And fill our hearts with joy.<br />And people often ask me,<br />So she's all better right?<br />Her heart is fixed, she seems just fine,<br />Her future's looking bright.<br />Yes, "She's doing well", I say,<br />I hope things stay this way,<br />I still fear for her future,<br />And every night I pray....<br />Give me yet another day,<br />Keep my child strong,<br />I do not want to lose her Lord,<br />Please let her life be long.<br /><br />Thank you....<br /><br />Thank you Lord, for showing me,<br />What just one child can do,<br />I marvel at her courage,<br />And the trials she's been through,<br />Thanks for your compassion<br />(And need I say it?...grace)<br />You've led me through each valley,<br />And you've brought me to this place.<br />A place where I'm not angry,<br />And it's easier to see,<br />That I was not the person,<br />That you wanted me to be.<br />Thank you for the trials Lord,<br />They've taught me how to give,<br />Thank you for my child Lord,<br />She's shown me how to live.<br /><br />Did God make you this way?<br /><br />I've asked myself this question,<br />A thousand times before,<br />Then it became a question that,<br />I just could not ignore.<br />God, he made you perfect,<br />Bestowing you with gifts to share,<br />God made you with his own hands,<br />Then numbered every hair.<br />He saw no imperfection,<br />Or heart...that is broken,<br />He saw you...his well loved child,<br />And the he saw...lives changed.<br /><br />The future...<br /><br />The future is no place to live,<br />And neither is the past,<br />The present should be cherished,<br />As it truly goes too fast,<br />I don't know what your future holds,<br />Or what we'll have to face,<br />I know who holds us through each storm,<br />I know we lean on grace.<br />I know that life's not always fair,<br />I know God has a plan,<br />I know he gives us strength and hope,<br />I know he says..."You can."<br /><br />I write this as I wonder,<br />Will you ask me why?<br />Will you someday understand,<br />Just why we had to try?<br />Know, how very much your loved,<br />(Through every storm and strife)<br />Know, I wanted you to have,<br />A chance..to live your life.<br /><br />-Stephanie Husted<br /><br />I found this on another <a href="http://blog4chd.com/">blog</a> and I had to post it on my blog. I loved what she said. I changed it up a little bit to fit me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-73521897198406207762010-06-10T14:48:00.001-07:002010-06-10T16:06:17.660-07:00Great Papa & NannieFor the past few months on Wednesdays we make the short trip up to my Grandparents to spend the day with them. I grew up so close to my Grandparents and as I have gotten older and have had kids of my own I realize how important it is for them to be close with them as well. <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aven</span> loves Wednesdays when I wake him up from his nap and ask him..."Do you want to go see Nannie & Papa?" He says YES!! As soon as we are a few minutes from their house he yells over and over, "Nannie & Papa's house?"<br /><br />I just love both of them and I treasure the moments I get to spend with them. I thank God that I have them and that my kids can enjoy them as well. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTh5hEThhm7Ol3_Tk-zz14fywtb8QByi0NMAg6aNKsjlV9EtME3zD_TEUk5KOYFzM9ItFTpiRuz6SSWTm6I3L6oqPVyoVjuWN91D4eXTfmkDSMDfqK-9RbkWUzUSSY_yU2Lrn07ogqhm0/s1600/gmas+house+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481266239443746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTh5hEThhm7Ol3_Tk-zz14fywtb8QByi0NMAg6aNKsjlV9EtME3zD_TEUk5KOYFzM9ItFTpiRuz6SSWTm6I3L6oqPVyoVjuWN91D4eXTfmkDSMDfqK-9RbkWUzUSSY_yU2Lrn07ogqhm0/s400/gmas+house+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aven</span> loves to go through all of Grandpa's gardening equipment and play. He put on his hat (knee pads) and made my Grandpa put his on too.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyL0i3llByET8kD2P-lEsWv1GFA5CybkGjyb2juBAYfuE9-5hSnOyMwb1ujTLXys0dv-ieJRHpP9Q5srGFzQw_joPZ2JDCmOyBNKga-nRw7JeO7tAbsUy2DRQvpxUsAAMftQ97SPeT6g/s1600/gmas+house+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481266232198758754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyL0i3llByET8kD2P-lEsWv1GFA5CybkGjyb2juBAYfuE9-5hSnOyMwb1ujTLXys0dv-ieJRHpP9Q5srGFzQw_joPZ2JDCmOyBNKga-nRw7JeO7tAbsUy2DRQvpxUsAAMftQ97SPeT6g/s400/gmas+house+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> We love to sit out on their porch swing and enjoy a nice talk in the breeze while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Aven</span> picks flowers for Nannie. We get to sit and wave to all the older people walking and driving by. I'm pretty sure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aven</span> makes their Wednesdays. </div><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIw-xM5gXulf5Ha-eK8j2Sj4zOqCtVqIDveOdE0oUqUhcI2z-BVGBXQXm9P1Rdf4SOsI8diYrtjwd_ymoScunlktc3Szkr9JQn16QORBvYAjF9ibZ9Q202C2N7f3HCSZk3YwLGTfMbgw/s1600/gmas+house+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481266212017572402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIw-xM5gXulf5Ha-eK8j2Sj4zOqCtVqIDveOdE0oUqUhcI2z-BVGBXQXm9P1Rdf4SOsI8diYrtjwd_ymoScunlktc3Szkr9JQn16QORBvYAjF9ibZ9Q202C2N7f3HCSZk3YwLGTfMbgw/s400/gmas+house+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRv0-A4_F_63gW3bqM6MiiNaDmSPcxdvFUxCgjA9wq-AVhIv4apz4RefAjS50MF5VcUxWP1FhKRNtbYq5TnhOB9gbaTge91KMSUSDIhyphenhyphenaFaNj1q87-icS86J57mA-_8dJegMu6nVCFcx4/s1600/gmas+house+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481265766234228034" 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/AVvXsEgRv0-A4_F_63gW3bqM6MiiNaDmSPcxdvFUxCgjA9wq-AVhIv4apz4RefAjS50MF5VcUxWP1FhKRNtbYq5TnhOB9gbaTge91KMSUSDIhyphenhyphenaFaNj1q87-icS86J57mA-_8dJegMu6nVCFcx4/s400/gmas+house+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1sMJl4_bxST9DIRkTr9c0vKm2Sj-SHzaUoSz3vm9stQ30wpN2SLQyR73J-IQtBg0ODTUMZrw6oIv-kacVwqFGdm3HNz0VYoTZx4JMaAl-7QznCQGJn-cgijuGuBYK9N0dgFId811ooI/s1600/gmas+house+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481265750306548642" 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/AVvXsEhV1sMJl4_bxST9DIRkTr9c0vKm2Sj-SHzaUoSz3vm9stQ30wpN2SLQyR73J-IQtBg0ODTUMZrw6oIv-kacVwqFGdm3HNz0VYoTZx4JMaAl-7QznCQGJn-cgijuGuBYK9N0dgFId811ooI/s400/gmas+house+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivubQ52AIVP9I7apAjB9mAa7hUGl1ITjvEaXqCBS1ix1InrOMdARWELtF4MIrLxz-gsshcfaMrbnJVWzYwq8aW7IJdUdztGqEsxFVimPyleCKjoOkM9XkPDLeUBYnGxM18PKLpQ17d8N0/s1600/gmas+house+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481265747006348114" 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/AVvXsEivubQ52AIVP9I7apAjB9mAa7hUGl1ITjvEaXqCBS1ix1InrOMdARWELtF4MIrLxz-gsshcfaMrbnJVWzYwq8aW7IJdUdztGqEsxFVimPyleCKjoOkM9XkPDLeUBYnGxM18PKLpQ17d8N0/s400/gmas+house+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Berlyn</span> even enjoyed swinging being held by Nannie. One of my favorite things to do when I was little was lay on Nannie. (God blessed her with a nice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cushy</span> chest) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjArg1GLnXF6HEk4XvI1B9G28MZhfH3PwZV3yj58wGQjMS_RfW1Z8VLuMRrKjqIvygGv9h8eFUKwiUyIe71OznHtYg8pRthryju6agsd00IRkMZG_Zf-uG9X99bn1FI_dwfOdDSGxpocKI/s1600/gmas+house+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481265736434337218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjArg1GLnXF6HEk4XvI1B9G28MZhfH3PwZV3yj58wGQjMS_RfW1Z8VLuMRrKjqIvygGv9h8eFUKwiUyIe71OznHtYg8pRthryju6agsd00IRkMZG_Zf-uG9X99bn1FI_dwfOdDSGxpocKI/s400/gmas+house+024.jpg" border="0" /></a>(look at those legs...don't you just want to eat them?)</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKipC00SkCnVXvuImsxDEABHjIINwGe8mNSvSA1ezp9HmJNYqDxVGABH-p1ZqJ-fz_x_Y9cX6a2-DWcCEckQRS11QdJ0GJi-CtAaY0cALPQA2k9dtdRB7cogB24GqUruTO65y-A3_C1c/s1600/gmas+house+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481265722772518370" 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/AVvXsEggKipC00SkCnVXvuImsxDEABHjIINwGe8mNSvSA1ezp9HmJNYqDxVGABH-p1ZqJ-fz_x_Y9cX6a2-DWcCEckQRS11QdJ0GJi-CtAaY0cALPQA2k9dtdRB7cogB24GqUruTO65y-A3_C1c/s400/gmas+house+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's nice to take a small break out of the busy week to just sit back and enjoy spending time with family. I always look forward to Wednesdays now. :)<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-62236571793541130882010-06-10T13:07:00.001-07:002010-06-10T13:15:36.619-07:004 MonthsNot sure where the heck the time has gone. Seemed like I blinked and now she is already 4 months. I've been feeling really bad lately, I feel like I haven't taken that many pictures of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Berlyn</span> so I thought I would take a few. I don't want her to get older and tell me how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aven</span> has so many pictures and she has like 10. ha<br /><br />She is such a sweet little baby. She HATES to sleep in her pack and play and wants to be next to Mommy all the time. How can I complain when this little one wants to snuggle with Mom all night?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWhGHi9ho46-4HKslIMLEheeROKRBulnT-AnW4VvqYweyqQgUu26aGYzdFuGyKspqmv1ClaauXVCZ7AqN-CkDnrvkCxSP_6HBX4fUkjPLA8AYuYvf_zIaQiHuCkLhD0WUwAuF2KgCecM/s1600/4+Months+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481239343309487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWhGHi9ho46-4HKslIMLEheeROKRBulnT-AnW4VvqYweyqQgUu26aGYzdFuGyKspqmv1ClaauXVCZ7AqN-CkDnrvkCxSP_6HBX4fUkjPLA8AYuYvf_zIaQiHuCkLhD0WUwAuF2KgCecM/s400/4+Months+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXLgP_jqeVMv7XvohxIWvvl0tI83IoRPqDluvFmOFAThQ7_q9dZY2Wk8EpOTBYtzXhZPbWDcyvRjdlWofJVSCBPGs701lxr7P1x6Skf8Sa1BdChZ2yPB76oo7Q2R7TM3QFIL5BxdN_so/s1600/4+Months+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481239335865881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXLgP_jqeVMv7XvohxIWvvl0tI83IoRPqDluvFmOFAThQ7_q9dZY2Wk8EpOTBYtzXhZPbWDcyvRjdlWofJVSCBPGs701lxr7P1x6Skf8Sa1BdChZ2yPB76oo7Q2R7TM3QFIL5BxdN_so/s400/4+Months+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H5TF9zOhNn-L5bt9h_yaWlQS7O-Zrj7jw_sYW5o9JPMt-u0mnvMpeNo3lLo-hIzDiPl5O9jj03RwcHFr3kQUw0-e3-6e1FGtObK0c2NgDv7QoxRZs_1b0uLV8Djt5sBtaWzGCRttIpE/s1600/4+Months+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481239325045494274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H5TF9zOhNn-L5bt9h_yaWlQS7O-Zrj7jw_sYW5o9JPMt-u0mnvMpeNo3lLo-hIzDiPl5O9jj03RwcHFr3kQUw0-e3-6e1FGtObK0c2NgDv7QoxRZs_1b0uLV8Djt5sBtaWzGCRttIpE/s400/4+Months+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcQjdShVELNS8hIWjKK4HCZ3uHavFdAXgFJydQE-R60iSgUPjNktdsQgWVLjkSsN11y5v6T4MMPJwMIE83uY0GRYtneuirs7P_kmYT3UWXXgL8KjclN7F0LHLXggGKAUBKoxbJAYGHMk/s1600/4+Months+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481239314721707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcQjdShVELNS8hIWjKK4HCZ3uHavFdAXgFJydQE-R60iSgUPjNktdsQgWVLjkSsN11y5v6T4MMPJwMIE83uY0GRYtneuirs7P_kmYT3UWXXgL8KjclN7F0LHLXggGKAUBKoxbJAYGHMk/s400/4+Months+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzq408b7nXX2Icu8WzIqeBpZgnuo8iM6AcwwQWbYpUOv1O7D16DNS5E041qxHOb6qsgPt0Fsue7E3sIN5oG66V-v_YOE4gcUjFvL5JuJjFuHAC4DShZ33rIf0szR3g3GUu1U2-6Y6twA/s1600/4+Months+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481239306328594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzq408b7nXX2Icu8WzIqeBpZgnuo8iM6AcwwQWbYpUOv1O7D16DNS5E041qxHOb6qsgPt0Fsue7E3sIN5oG66V-v_YOE4gcUjFvL5JuJjFuHAC4DShZ33rIf0szR3g3GUu1U2-6Y6twA/s400/4+Months+012.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><p>It's bitter sweet to see her growing up so fast. I am so excited to see what God has in store for this small but mighty little girl. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-9599869714277235572010-06-07T16:17:00.000-07:002010-06-07T17:16:09.609-07:00Vision WalkYesterday was the Vision walk in which my Mom, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Berlyn</span> and I walked in for the team Gavin's groupies. It was probably one of the hottest days it has been in a long time but it was amazing to see everyone still out there walking and doing it with smiles on their faces knowing why we were all out there. <br /><br />I love this picture that I got of Gavin and his Mom Jennifer before the race started. <br /><br />I think it says so much.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSsKdqUddst2KF6kolGVWN6cdN5E0u39pyGjrmCvvNvXOqt-Fkp9ouUlZ4at-SrLPZ8sfjJaRCtByrsoq4TDWUlgEeFNkajYnJo-LV4Vc51G3diO7AcvpPD7LVzPkiZ20mARkxPJLK8g/s1600/Vision+Walk+002crop+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175382696619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSsKdqUddst2KF6kolGVWN6cdN5E0u39pyGjrmCvvNvXOqt-Fkp9ouUlZ4at-SrLPZ8sfjJaRCtByrsoq4TDWUlgEeFNkajYnJo-LV4Vc51G3diO7AcvpPD7LVzPkiZ20mARkxPJLK8g/s400/Vision+Walk+002crop+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> I made <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berlyn</span> a shirt the night before because I didn't want her to not have her own shirt to wear. We will ignore the fact that it dyed her chin and hands from the dye I used....oops.<br /><br />But she sure looked cute :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhOAsybLhCZM1vcQVcRViUTpg2EY6DvqEYmpjQYIH_lN0yRq6unbU20sn6DaJJ8kgZDX2OHED2j7TG2UCl-ILJll4pNoE7gq563TyFxaMnnaz3_C693EO_dntdn-NaNuM8qHf24vl-N0/s1600/Vision+Walk+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175375311062898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhOAsybLhCZM1vcQVcRViUTpg2EY6DvqEYmpjQYIH_lN0yRq6unbU20sn6DaJJ8kgZDX2OHED2j7TG2UCl-ILJll4pNoE7gq563TyFxaMnnaz3_C693EO_dntdn-NaNuM8qHf24vl-N0/s400/Vision+Walk+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another picture of Gavin.....isn't he just the sweetest?</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUWLz_2Eur1vmo22FG_q62ZXIL9Dj0uqVgDVUS2jm34yCNeHn3AeZErZYIsVlu_JCUfPfjyZTL1XkX04ZU9BZzYldI-FLOa2LBx32u7bit238yn6I6HqafHuKzRa2S9WvIcjkFaMQGLg/s1600/Vision+Walk+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175369981907906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUWLz_2Eur1vmo22FG_q62ZXIL9Dj0uqVgDVUS2jm34yCNeHn3AeZErZYIsVlu_JCUfPfjyZTL1XkX04ZU9BZzYldI-FLOa2LBx32u7bit238yn6I6HqafHuKzRa2S9WvIcjkFaMQGLg/s400/Vision+Walk+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is a pic of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Berlyn</span> and a friend of mine triplets. I give credit to her and her husband, it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alot</span> of work keeping just one kid happy for that amount of time in the heat and they had 3!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatBm7VQMIeAtZRdrI_LhszYPtINKec1q9PUkn_vlPBiuRkNWvLksB9jKPxrNptpVxfuGl7f4nhhWRzkORTeYdu1mQlBZg1ocpf4TrlTni7OiAPQ1yCUmLf7rJrgwBtI7U_-rOaFFomR4/s1600/Vision+Walk+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175364315563922" 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/AVvXsEgatBm7VQMIeAtZRdrI_LhszYPtINKec1q9PUkn_vlPBiuRkNWvLksB9jKPxrNptpVxfuGl7f4nhhWRzkORTeYdu1mQlBZg1ocpf4TrlTni7OiAPQ1yCUmLf7rJrgwBtI7U_-rOaFFomR4/s400/Vision+Walk+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Berlyn</span> enjoying Mom pushing her and showing off her orange hands.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIZ7Y5dQEi2uk5Ym5LinNs-KRnPru7juUaaijQNDH_jQQPYC0qp3-aCbk8zJmATYS3PWbtn5AU-iOEYvXFajbhxbAZJOh0Mad6wp5RaBIPp1dqRqFKPEz4OgzpBQ68ppWCWsvYaSoFt4/s1600/Vision+Walk+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175091819960466" 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/AVvXsEhYIZ7Y5dQEi2uk5Ym5LinNs-KRnPru7juUaaijQNDH_jQQPYC0qp3-aCbk8zJmATYS3PWbtn5AU-iOEYvXFajbhxbAZJOh0Mad6wp5RaBIPp1dqRqFKPEz4OgzpBQ68ppWCWsvYaSoFt4/s400/Vision+Walk+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was pretty cool they had the sprinklers going every 1/2 mile or so, I decided I would run through to try and cool off my back sweat and sweat in other areas that shouldn't be sweat. Thank God my Mom doesn't know how to use my camera to see me running. I was nice enough to snap some shots of her though :) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1PKbbwHUz-J5M139Jf5HvbXHqs_aPMMQWTNM_zl60UL5PslhCSZLKLLwhNmE-AlvcDBRw3F2ZpmPholvkyvUtSy-miiniX4OmfhyphenhyphenYi99xwc9FlCE-8GBQqYAxsHgxCocBsPOJyuwVEs/s1600/Vision+Walk+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175084027853186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1PKbbwHUz-J5M139Jf5HvbXHqs_aPMMQWTNM_zl60UL5PslhCSZLKLLwhNmE-AlvcDBRw3F2ZpmPholvkyvUtSy-miiniX4OmfhyphenhyphenYi99xwc9FlCE-8GBQqYAxsHgxCocBsPOJyuwVEs/s400/Vision+Walk+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipb_8-UWtf1UUE8RpPUTDmOULt0rwdNYL5eUye8eYNRfgDXFblbCfQcBOQ88dLKgEflw4gtZq4E2Ukv2Psn25aTUOF8WesoZrMTGihfhtjIDWEf70NEGfLsYKFZN2BTKigttv1Zwpbohc/s1600/Vision+Walk+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175081663924210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipb_8-UWtf1UUE8RpPUTDmOULt0rwdNYL5eUye8eYNRfgDXFblbCfQcBOQ88dLKgEflw4gtZq4E2Ukv2Psn25aTUOF8WesoZrMTGihfhtjIDWEf70NEGfLsYKFZN2BTKigttv1Zwpbohc/s400/Vision+Walk+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even the dogs were trying to cool off.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPYqdJj6yPavOsLTW26aMfKmMJ0NfuG5DPxnj_kWoKqyXfcq581VMuvTozgh4ALYlQXMM99Tz-GoggIQWhh5aQfb1K3fo-yTPE7wjqg6bJUzBakC8VoRaZzzYFqXxkkscUjxY-lwS_XM/s1600/Vision+Walk+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175070842453730" 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/AVvXsEiUPYqdJj6yPavOsLTW26aMfKmMJ0NfuG5DPxnj_kWoKqyXfcq581VMuvTozgh4ALYlQXMM99Tz-GoggIQWhh5aQfb1K3fo-yTPE7wjqg6bJUzBakC8VoRaZzzYFqXxkkscUjxY-lwS_XM/s400/Vision+Walk+015.jpg" border="0" /></a>We had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">alot</span> of fun and can't wait to go back again next year.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXgVB9dmgNu0R2icL7_5CWFAy_ldO8DVcvo0V_k6dx0aBCa71o9BoDijqGVew4-vhj3bsxKI_0KnFlArL-3JshvjXhJEDIon5ImgbkK2XAdpFOM4WMl46ORINFRY0AmzJyFvrdEZlof4/s1600/Vision+Walk+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480175066774268082" 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/AVvXsEjbXgVB9dmgNu0R2icL7_5CWFAy_ldO8DVcvo0V_k6dx0aBCa71o9BoDijqGVew4-vhj3bsxKI_0KnFlArL-3JshvjXhJEDIon5ImgbkK2XAdpFOM4WMl46ORINFRY0AmzJyFvrdEZlof4/s400/Vision+Walk+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-2091306950888177332010-06-03T16:22:00.000-07:002010-06-03T18:11:02.555-07:00All children should be able to see a sunset!I will be walking in 3 days in the Vision walk in support of an awesome little boy named Gavin. Gavin was born blind, he has what is called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Leber's</span> Congenital <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Amaurosis</span>.<br /><br />I met his mother through a friend at a wedding, I started following her <a href="http://gavinrobert.blogspot.com/">blog</a> not long after Gavin was born. I have always been so amazed by Jennifer, and how she has done nothing but research and raise money and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">awareness</span> for her son's condition. I never understood how she was so strong and always looked up to her for how she has educated herself and fights everyday for not only her son but also for the other people with this condition to be able to see one day.<br /><br />I truly believe God puts these precious children in the arms of Mom's like her cause he knows what they are capable of.<br /><br />Little did I know a little over a year after learning about Gavin and wondering how Jennifer does it. I was tested in my own way, when I found out about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Berlyn</span>. I now knew how Jennifer felt staying up ALL hours of the night wearing out her computer doing research and trying to educate herself on what she can do to help. We have joked around how big of nerds we have become from all of this. <br /><br />I actually got to chat a little with Jennifer a few weeks ago when I went to her house to drop off some clothes for a fundraiser they were doing for Gavin and she mentioned that if Gavin was a girl that his name was going to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Berlyn</span> Marie (not sure if the spelling would have been the same). What's even funnier is I thought about the name Gavin if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Berlyn</span> was a boy. <br /><br />I am trying to help out as much as I can cause I know if I needed help with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Berlyn</span> she is the type of Mom who would step in and help me as well. <br /><br />I know times are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tough</span> right now, but if you find it in your heart to help as well you can go <a href="http://www.fightblindness.org/site/TR/VISIONWALK/VisionWalktr?px=2195303&pg=personal&fr_id=3410">here</a>. Even if it's $10.00, any bit helps!<br /><br />I know for a fact because of Gavin's strong willed and determined mother Gavin WILL see a sunset one day. It brings me to tears thinking about it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-85635513712097400822010-06-01T08:07:00.000-07:002010-06-01T09:04:20.547-07:00Memorial Weekend....One I wont soon forget.I should have known it was gonna be a bad day when I woke up to hear that the 91 freeway was closed in both directions due to a tanker that had exploded on the freeway. <br /><br />We went to go pick up Johnny when he got off work to head down to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Newport</span> dunes to meet my family for a little vacation. I thought it would be nice since we haven't gotten away since before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berlyn</span> was born and I thought it would be a nice little get away. My sister and her family are staying down there in their RV and she was going to be having my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">niece</span> and nephews birthday parties down there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_xYubhPrumCaMLvw6wa_fXBLsJHbeh7_oxcnDRoyXlwoGSQzG2Us1Yjgpv6qxC4XqP1kRYK9yO6pNSxCeXZinnVRAhWy1VRFjt4Z2cSEgj5jReTGFaN-BxTq61MDD3Vjcn6LrQrZfG0/s1600/0528001606.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824822462089570" 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/AVvXsEhn_xYubhPrumCaMLvw6wa_fXBLsJHbeh7_oxcnDRoyXlwoGSQzG2Us1Yjgpv6qxC4XqP1kRYK9yO6pNSxCeXZinnVRAhWy1VRFjt4Z2cSEgj5jReTGFaN-BxTq61MDD3Vjcn6LrQrZfG0/s400/0528001606.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We got down to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Newport</span> dunes about 5:30 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Friday</span> night. We unloaded all of our luggage and were getting settled in. I set <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Berlyn</span> down on the bed so I could put on my wrap so I could be able to run and watch over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Aven</span>. Johnny went to use the bathroom. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Berlyn</span> was SCREAMING at the top of her lungs as I tried to hurry to put the wrap on. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Aven</span> kept messing with the door, as I was yelling for him to move away it opened up and he went flying out down the steps. He hit his head on what I think was the bottom step. Just as he was falling out my Dad came around the corner. He was coming to see who was screaming and bashed his head on the trailer and was bleeding. He went to pick up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Aven</span> and got blood all over. By this time Johnny came out of the bathroom only to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Aven</span> with a HUGE bump on his head and blood all over. He paniced and said we are going to the hospital RIGHT now. (not sure how he was able to see all he did in the Marines, maybe because it was his son?) I assured him he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ok</span>. I used to fall on my head all the time and get huge bumps....would explain everything now. </div><div> </div><div>Sad to say but with this kid I know there are many more days ahead of us with skined up knees and cuts and bruises. This was his first big injury :( </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VkOIJN99qNHk7N17bq7wNX5eNiWzA5u6liA4iAo7ANApg7FDsurA0Ym_b36JbPmKRKBsSl_jAYcNuLlGY2CJcZmhf8joIZRbjd-On8FDJNqHuEfbvOGnkq0RLxZaeWMSIRjounX7TPA/s1600/0528001824.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824812988235698" 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/AVvXsEj-VkOIJN99qNHk7N17bq7wNX5eNiWzA5u6liA4iAo7ANApg7FDsurA0Ym_b36JbPmKRKBsSl_jAYcNuLlGY2CJcZmhf8joIZRbjd-On8FDJNqHuEfbvOGnkq0RLxZaeWMSIRjounX7TPA/s400/0528001824.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Finally he settled down and we hung out a little bit with Bridget and the kids. Aven was super tired so we all decided we were going to get some sleep.....so we thought! </div><div> </div><div>Aven is not the type of kid to just fall asleep where I lay him, if he's not in his crib he has a hard time sleeping. I figured he would be so tired from playing so hard out there that it wouldn't be a problem. I didn't factor in the head injury, nor did I factor in my Grandparents who were staying in the trailer with us snoring ALL night. I remember at one point in the night waking up and just praying to God that the morning would come so I wouldn't have to listen to this anymore. I even thought about getting up to stuff paper towels in my ears so I wouldn't hear. I watched as the sun slowly came up on my great idea of a nice little get away with about one hour of sleep under both our belts. </div><div> </div><div>I'm actually used to running on no sleep so once I was up I was fine, but I wasn't about to relive another night of torture. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> We woke up and headed down to celebrate Faith and Landen's birthday..with glasses on of course to cover my bags. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLtpvjekx6foGuuuW9WOLSGyn5MraRRQJcLypvRVTJ6Jt-waxU-EYUeW_lRxQF-Mr02FMVJr0oxn1RXhbs-Sb-P8EpW1Id0OL76vSQuV3Sn6faWdNpLx28RsJYE7aebdDuYsshLZQV7w/s1600/5n9_adams2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824811033336530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLtpvjekx6foGuuuW9WOLSGyn5MraRRQJcLypvRVTJ6Jt-waxU-EYUeW_lRxQF-Mr02FMVJr0oxn1RXhbs-Sb-P8EpW1Id0OL76vSQuV3Sn6faWdNpLx28RsJYE7aebdDuYsshLZQV7w/s400/5n9_adams2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTaqqMRZHo6kGUSIdO1-iKAtSEUMrsE316RY0ddw8xNAjLKI4IvjvHjmS7aMgfacwe5VRlMZUdJXOuaKp9Xg8A6r8LyJBQq3OMVy1JTVW0od91taHduk3vPsXRle2fcblbwkSKKCmUeg/s1600/5n9_ltfaith.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824527235469234" 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/AVvXsEjrTaqqMRZHo6kGUSIdO1-iKAtSEUMrsE316RY0ddw8xNAjLKI4IvjvHjmS7aMgfacwe5VRlMZUdJXOuaKp9Xg8A6r8LyJBQq3OMVy1JTVW0od91taHduk3vPsXRle2fcblbwkSKKCmUeg/s400/5n9_ltfaith.jpg" border="0" /></a> Justin took all the cousins on a golf cart ride around. Of course Aven is the only one that never enjoys anything :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1bX7Izb3gCiCG-x6mmPyCEEt2DSr9ocIo9nX7laUY4f8_3Wk-gGhoEG7icLPfM572QEA7EJZ5VHB2B06VbLRqVXpzRP398-Y_7q6BMQpaaLArVt4L-ZSAEPqTeMRcrWW3zTOtme8cWs/s1600/5n9_jr_ride.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824520115210674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1bX7Izb3gCiCG-x6mmPyCEEt2DSr9ocIo9nX7laUY4f8_3Wk-gGhoEG7icLPfM572QEA7EJZ5VHB2B06VbLRqVXpzRP398-Y_7q6BMQpaaLArVt4L-ZSAEPqTeMRcrWW3zTOtme8cWs/s400/5n9_jr_ride.jpg" border="0" /></a> My other nephew Colton. Isn't he the cutest??</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vKKQIyHFb34fLI67tzE3obvJFWCPBfzNqu6BpQg_A2nYhn6sdcLjWKYDpRT56N4lrUqJnYY8OZELea0dNQ6wu7PsoUynFzT-_IuVAQB7kUf0A-h8_arTJ3WP1F7b22mKRyBJ15G9UAs/s1600/5n9_colty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824514067037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vKKQIyHFb34fLI67tzE3obvJFWCPBfzNqu6BpQg_A2nYhn6sdcLjWKYDpRT56N4lrUqJnYY8OZELea0dNQ6wu7PsoUynFzT-_IuVAQB7kUf0A-h8_arTJ3WP1F7b22mKRyBJ15G9UAs/s400/5n9_colty.jpg" border="0" /></a> Aven and Colton giving Johnny some love!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHLwUkPSCCoPxyaxSwht6lf3akFoDGMcxDBR1YqqnqQ5iFEHTyKwI8vNr5AU3TtopsQSsrq8TfS4FsgZKWcItmoT5f7kJkW1k7Pu8IbczCJbX5usvbBPRL1vBIyfteN6ylzG8np8Z5kw/s1600/5n9_cuddle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824508960646610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHLwUkPSCCoPxyaxSwht6lf3akFoDGMcxDBR1YqqnqQ5iFEHTyKwI8vNr5AU3TtopsQSsrq8TfS4FsgZKWcItmoT5f7kJkW1k7Pu8IbczCJbX5usvbBPRL1vBIyfteN6ylzG8np8Z5kw/s400/5n9_cuddle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPcnyVCZxxkUv_yR8UVIhFz7L0PK4bH_IdkVw4JMgLD4zN2-csLo5nZB_pGsZRSpcK68CAxY_vISgLynB8LZAVjxso_TaKqMxLZyU4l63gFYxhj69xoz1MFTX7clUUFWsRUtfrLkEPF8/s1600/5n9_john.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824244646805874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPcnyVCZxxkUv_yR8UVIhFz7L0PK4bH_IdkVw4JMgLD4zN2-csLo5nZB_pGsZRSpcK68CAxY_vISgLynB8LZAVjxso_TaKqMxLZyU4l63gFYxhj69xoz1MFTX7clUUFWsRUtfrLkEPF8/s400/5n9_john.jpg" border="0" /></a> Berlyn enjoyed some nice ocean breeze in her cute little bikini.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwFAG_vsfIN56YxBuM6ApjLMPsWnBYbdGZe_BCPoQPmopdyVk2WfJZwjITnka2mIX3PopHTeiCADWESbVTsv-hT-IjkLVpa_GgrdEciPFf3waJpAaJyND0W20Z6y7yAuS4PDrdCEiTPE/s1600/0529001120a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824241423775474" 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/AVvXsEhtwFAG_vsfIN56YxBuM6ApjLMPsWnBYbdGZe_BCPoQPmopdyVk2WfJZwjITnka2mIX3PopHTeiCADWESbVTsv-hT-IjkLVpa_GgrdEciPFf3waJpAaJyND0W20Z6y7yAuS4PDrdCEiTPE/s400/0529001120a.jpg" border="0" /></a> They had a luau down at the beach with different games to play. They had a game of tug of war which I wasn't able to participate in cause I had Berlyn on in her wrap. I did enjoy watching and getting a great laugh.</div><div> </div><div>All the men up against all the woman. Not sure how anyone thought this was a fair game. I was trying to yell to the ladies to just let go on the count of 3 and let the men fly back but no one listened. </div><div> </div><div>All the polite Men getting ready to make the women eat sand.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8s2dtAcfXUWkraoG49Xa6wITNRZ8r_tHPBfH6aFu1iAv6IiYywYZzcshFGxDw7YammqLjWF-ag18JRqbPePeDmybI5x5AtHJX-NHDJsqdYcaTd-667maUh6Zla67yApHOEyPs5uC-_M/s1600/5n9_mens_tug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824231833165218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8s2dtAcfXUWkraoG49Xa6wITNRZ8r_tHPBfH6aFu1iAv6IiYywYZzcshFGxDw7YammqLjWF-ag18JRqbPePeDmybI5x5AtHJX-NHDJsqdYcaTd-667maUh6Zla67yApHOEyPs5uC-_M/s400/5n9_mens_tug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />They gave it a good try but it just wasn't gonna happen. Sure was funny though!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4922cmEJ7iCyrxbNERfkUe3Sp75OHpCgtPaYLoRf8YsGueILXgQw53henHeOFDspHE54ia6u8NpxEn7_cqc1GPjvMzNVJnE7_pGy9GDaTXvJFuW2R4QF9Uml41J4x3Va75pcTH-Uen7c/s1600/5n9womens_tug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824215864152882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4922cmEJ7iCyrxbNERfkUe3Sp75OHpCgtPaYLoRf8YsGueILXgQw53henHeOFDspHE54ia6u8NpxEn7_cqc1GPjvMzNVJnE7_pGy9GDaTXvJFuW2R4QF9Uml41J4x3Va75pcTH-Uen7c/s400/5n9womens_tug.jpg" border="0" /></a> Aven enjoyed hanging out with all his cousins. He was in LOVE with Farrah this day. Must have been the cute little green bikini :) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioM9yZMTn5oLFpRGLE5CRHjPJpmS7IP-AjudsEQnpZGP2uvJ1PYnXS1kkOp-x6DuS8i8QeXG9wfqQmmU4ZR4QSmJ8JiyaPhUgDV0IJ_jZvhZs6cCE50p-d8RQDS7w4KldXvi0JQf1Ymg0/s1600/0529001152a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824213289210978" 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/AVvXsEioM9yZMTn5oLFpRGLE5CRHjPJpmS7IP-AjudsEQnpZGP2uvJ1PYnXS1kkOp-x6DuS8i8QeXG9wfqQmmU4ZR4QSmJ8JiyaPhUgDV0IJ_jZvhZs6cCE50p-d8RQDS7w4KldXvi0JQf1Ymg0/s400/0529001152a.jpg" border="0" /></a> Aven and Cylis hanging out. I think they look like brothers. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDRPadpcifApmQb7dxbegXpTe0ruFyfr4pWtSBV5m7qZll5vPIKPYZ4HGGe3ABGarW3cMlprm57NWKONbkN032OtWHqwd1Zpe-RT8vaWF2ZDWsS15zFOI3iW1TSeSH7VKF9wLd66hEfc/s1600/0529001655.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822647710931650" 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/AVvXsEjuDRPadpcifApmQb7dxbegXpTe0ruFyfr4pWtSBV5m7qZll5vPIKPYZ4HGGe3ABGarW3cMlprm57NWKONbkN032OtWHqwd1Zpe-RT8vaWF2ZDWsS15zFOI3iW1TSeSH7VKF9wLd66hEfc/s400/0529001655.jpg" border="0" /></a>Both have that same big head :) </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUZb5Z4LNyVaddBcEixkoq3LfVTJqsWOLIcAm11ISMd8JPgPi2EorfUKU5sJVKjSsTlWzFkwiZSPlHSB3q2QOi5Kq5mJpxsmvDIC_Fg1k4ZSOSRxOu1eQY918myKg1_TfyqKsauCUZr4/s1600/0529001700.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822635669474642" 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/AVvXsEikUZb5Z4LNyVaddBcEixkoq3LfVTJqsWOLIcAm11ISMd8JPgPi2EorfUKU5sJVKjSsTlWzFkwiZSPlHSB3q2QOi5Kq5mJpxsmvDIC_Fg1k4ZSOSRxOu1eQY918myKg1_TfyqKsauCUZr4/s400/0529001700.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStgvAdqrEcwwXewh3Ajmq-F5D2zj38-RJUjSBhSxS6nqdtxT4ekK55wQ4XMEDI1IqYcRcEVGTbNG-LLrCeLRTrmWJjJpPFoZ3m_-bGxZPpc4Dz9TIygN2AQT2swjIc3lW-esAIZhaG6I/s1600/0529001700a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822631525316434" 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/AVvXsEhStgvAdqrEcwwXewh3Ajmq-F5D2zj38-RJUjSBhSxS6nqdtxT4ekK55wQ4XMEDI1IqYcRcEVGTbNG-LLrCeLRTrmWJjJpPFoZ3m_-bGxZPpc4Dz9TIygN2AQT2swjIc3lW-esAIZhaG6I/s400/0529001700a.jpg" border="0" /></a> We decided to go home that night and get rest in our own beds. I wasn't gonna last another day with no sleep. I really felt bad since it was me that pretty much planned the whole trip and was me bailing out. We went back the next day nice and rested and had a nice time hanging with the family again. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Yesterday we just stayed home and relaxed with our favorite soilder.</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1hyphenhyphenXywH13v5fMOIYcek-Y1CSTqggcgCEWf3LH5uaqogFaoeyq9LZfZdbEFzbIrGZg8LCzoVWadlTOEZFvtZWOe58OO86gvLsPmcWS1Jypd03HKZt0dFrwsVALguCRUEILtpKYpoafQF8/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822620563856002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1hyphenhyphenXywH13v5fMOIYcek-Y1CSTqggcgCEWf3LH5uaqogFaoeyq9LZfZdbEFzbIrGZg8LCzoVWadlTOEZFvtZWOe58OO86gvLsPmcWS1Jypd03HKZt0dFrwsVALguCRUEILtpKYpoafQF8/s400/Memorial+Weekend+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial weekend! I think we will be waiting a little longer before attempting another Adams family vacation.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiFpsKutPEA3VY5Du-tZgx5sXS1zLH2i5TvaIwvgXxyOH5AxwTWykurtY9XfiblpmZU99Z7L3S1h1frvTvZCcFPxNQ45lKhEJzu_ZJ61wcMQ2JtHK8V3iLh3hWCNvW1y7htbDLHEhWvw/s1600/memorialday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822613810737234" 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/AVvXsEgDiFpsKutPEA3VY5Du-tZgx5sXS1zLH2i5TvaIwvgXxyOH5AxwTWykurtY9XfiblpmZU99Z7L3S1h1frvTvZCcFPxNQ45lKhEJzu_ZJ61wcMQ2JtHK8V3iLh3hWCNvW1y7htbDLHEhWvw/s400/memorialday.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-47037018297710629342010-06-01T08:00:00.000-07:002010-06-01T08:01:23.535-07:00So close to summer......We can almost taste it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DC-VmF8FgyBRXZHEqsAJEbvwim3eC813vCOiwcftz6pxDNpC0q-YeaS_LjF_WXCXevMsgR81JdCveN4fx5taUPSu5A1B9jWsJf7wotIdaJyq4zRNJ4JWEdmPq5Tx8YWeZGrtz8e49Cw/s1600/popsicle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477817789649683426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DC-VmF8FgyBRXZHEqsAJEbvwim3eC813vCOiwcftz6pxDNpC0q-YeaS_LjF_WXCXevMsgR81JdCveN4fx5taUPSu5A1B9jWsJf7wotIdaJyq4zRNJ4JWEdmPq5Tx8YWeZGrtz8e49Cw/s400/popsicle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Summer is my favorite time of the year. I love to sit in the backyard and watch Aven play <div>for hours in his little pool.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qml1kq7NRm_zgS1300KVSveShnlhAOIeqx2fYfE8Y67utTjDXZCamjeSZe3fnYp8TEHGgX-7MU4VTuCR9Bc5IbL7Fr1SfZA48FT3bAAI1pdu5UYpghTQmSgWrj-UPDuaibFHS1bwsEc/s1600/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477817781799001138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qml1kq7NRm_zgS1300KVSveShnlhAOIeqx2fYfE8Y67utTjDXZCamjeSZe3fnYp8TEHGgX-7MU4VTuCR9Bc5IbL7Fr1SfZA48FT3bAAI1pdu5UYpghTQmSgWrj-UPDuaibFHS1bwsEc/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Eat popsicles till we get brain freeze.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNI3SDbzymLzVmyJ4jbWd65ni-YnK6-kXH2JsSCDuLbN1Lr69DuLQOSVtHGsUGfgLVyze9srPOzEyoxCjfMD4r7y-Y_3CQf4VOAwCgUMA6UvI1kVbDYCtkjv_OVKglwq7KmkaFoKoJTo/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477816399221968354" 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/AVvXsEjzNI3SDbzymLzVmyJ4jbWd65ni-YnK6-kXH2JsSCDuLbN1Lr69DuLQOSVtHGsUGfgLVyze9srPOzEyoxCjfMD4r7y-Y_3CQf4VOAwCgUMA6UvI1kVbDYCtkjv_OVKglwq7KmkaFoKoJTo/s400/Memorial+Weekend+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1XpNkwSeSZRBS-a0lXfFfdv8TVR97L6rvmVsi7iLDVEe87zPICQDQ2vp7D2apygVbmpVSTwzb2iISVpO-soEOpvdps5vjwhaXgq6_h0b0SqFEvRYzBuPbnnOEVCvzdnAhRycb8DHPwo/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477816394876041378" 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/AVvXsEgO1XpNkwSeSZRBS-a0lXfFfdv8TVR97L6rvmVsi7iLDVEe87zPICQDQ2vp7D2apygVbmpVSTwzb2iISVpO-soEOpvdps5vjwhaXgq6_h0b0SqFEvRYzBuPbnnOEVCvzdnAhRycb8DHPwo/s400/Memorial+Weekend+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWKnfhGy1kZnaDgmvxlb-0swciSi1oT8O3VbcvG4Wlm2gxDNrOljiC6tTykRaR40SZmONHG3fsCk4MwOAqWHmvsifnRfITZQiqRmCQLIQuhyVEEsFTuU484hZObYG-JdgcTqJXG_DtBE/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477816386907802626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWKnfhGy1kZnaDgmvxlb-0swciSi1oT8O3VbcvG4Wlm2gxDNrOljiC6tTykRaR40SZmONHG3fsCk4MwOAqWHmvsifnRfITZQiqRmCQLIQuhyVEEsFTuU484hZObYG-JdgcTqJXG_DtBE/s400/Memorial+Weekend+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn2T5gpBN-z2AOUix9KqsoUNUt42sZ8LBtOU7Gydlx7qLFXcNUGYWu2CPnyw7kpUsvu_JunetzTdi95lpdR6lEEr8quadCFpxGNZX0hYpgcfrJ3gLU5vL-IZovcizlP9znDDeOTRSdeQ/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477816382034308498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikn2T5gpBN-z2AOUix9KqsoUNUt42sZ8LBtOU7Gydlx7qLFXcNUGYWu2CPnyw7kpUsvu_JunetzTdi95lpdR6lEEr8quadCFpxGNZX0hYpgcfrJ3gLU5vL-IZovcizlP9znDDeOTRSdeQ/s400/Memorial+Weekend+034.jpg" border="0" /></a> Watch him give his ducky kisses.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kpXNLahaLOdI-bcBuEy3ITon8usU5c40gw8B7ZCW1FfccMnK_c4CIVNgqq7pvdfYnva1Udxb9FodoxvbctghPHXos6Cbi4LXhkSWYU0L4nXwUa0mVqKna0QCtWizrT6hvGmJUBxcofo/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477816373812057938" 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/AVvXsEg2kpXNLahaLOdI-bcBuEy3ITon8usU5c40gw8B7ZCW1FfccMnK_c4CIVNgqq7pvdfYnva1Udxb9FodoxvbctghPHXos6Cbi4LXhkSWYU0L4nXwUa0mVqKna0QCtWizrT6hvGmJUBxcofo/s400/Memorial+Weekend+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4-jMpNh5Md8XGRW6NVkrLJ20VSDaSpz_dYVaPsSqO3sokqGgXfHG6JlvNvAraEijF8q7uwWFa-S3O17ml5NRuTGVpY_4d1mIiaeI9GDGqq1Pw1bImaA9ve0_RenWQwGYjQLrE1u5VvY/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477815380584156674" 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/AVvXsEiD4-jMpNh5Md8XGRW6NVkrLJ20VSDaSpz_dYVaPsSqO3sokqGgXfHG6JlvNvAraEijF8q7uwWFa-S3O17ml5NRuTGVpY_4d1mIiaeI9GDGqq1Pw1bImaA9ve0_RenWQwGYjQLrE1u5VvY/s400/Memorial+Weekend+044.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Aven, don't try to give the ducky kisses while he is in the water!"</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4wBbnlI_KxEvzPRteuWDm53okYJbD0If463j07j_QoRa9SPIeEr2vJOXhEgoGI0GFk6MF-C9n_og6DUNt_bqRG5XNbtIdrH2H1TGBV-wndMW9gAHIfauIgYN4aeQhv1UYSQ16salTZQ/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477815371290449522" 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/AVvXsEhu4wBbnlI_KxEvzPRteuWDm53okYJbD0If463j07j_QoRa9SPIeEr2vJOXhEgoGI0GFk6MF-C9n_og6DUNt_bqRG5XNbtIdrH2H1TGBV-wndMW9gAHIfauIgYN4aeQhv1UYSQ16salTZQ/s400/Memorial+Weekend+046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRZAeZNV-qmPQbt8x0uVzQciAExFPv4oWNb-bDe1URMhiGZN5TpwDhwbNEk4HMZf1vvKz-YCd0zYK430BkE77IZGQHigl3PRpUNsVscR3ZB0_NDhbLWEmhJ9_BBKL5xLQYT53MnCz5zM/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477815364722823714" 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/AVvXsEgNRZAeZNV-qmPQbt8x0uVzQciAExFPv4oWNb-bDe1URMhiGZN5TpwDhwbNEk4HMZf1vvKz-YCd0zYK430BkE77IZGQHigl3PRpUNsVscR3ZB0_NDhbLWEmhJ9_BBKL5xLQYT53MnCz5zM/s400/Memorial+Weekend+047.jpg" border="0" /></a> "You might choke!"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLr1syfCZW5NumkNPxLXdV1jYh28jmxde9nZQOxpi45iiBB82aybjsjxPha3bz6JhudI1IA10PRgoqNN8Xu5cyL7eLQ2Ut0QJ9dsQLM3vfg7JSUrP6mJ3LBSUE0ynMVb0Kpisgax2EYA/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477815349325812770" 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/AVvXsEicLr1syfCZW5NumkNPxLXdV1jYh28jmxde9nZQOxpi45iiBB82aybjsjxPha3bz6JhudI1IA10PRgoqNN8Xu5cyL7eLQ2Ut0QJ9dsQLM3vfg7JSUrP6mJ3LBSUE0ynMVb0Kpisgax2EYA/s400/Memorial+Weekend+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> "And throw up all those tasty popsicles we just had!"</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhiCJVhSsH4cpzXMCO9ol_I6OyU3c4UtLMxkSs-6OW2eFinD6jW4VY0SRJk5T0x0M73Z7nkaQP90HjOSm22mmFx7-fxoVAG-mVR6AQnT8SjolGb0xiMITaaNEAlCF_GcdZTpkGV4sVfYU/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477815339495842130" 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/AVvXsEhhiCJVhSsH4cpzXMCO9ol_I6OyU3c4UtLMxkSs-6OW2eFinD6jW4VY0SRJk5T0x0M73Z7nkaQP90HjOSm22mmFx7-fxoVAG-mVR6AQnT8SjolGb0xiMITaaNEAlCF_GcdZTpkGV4sVfYU/s400/Memorial+Weekend+049.jpg" border="0" /></a>BTW...I didn't just sit and watch my son gulp water. Well I did actually but his Dad was right there to make sure he was ok ;)</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>He was back to playing</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZkMrQcMPS2rDAVqlgxgZlixAUPNXRF8Qb0sXXvmakNfqz4ovBlk5-o1gpQ8adk3fQ6URztsjFKrbHGxvssUQflbxcIl7kUm6qsdL-J_MLHH98WhjFHeTL1-vlx5ocd4EwBax9EaOhD4/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814422708929314" 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/AVvXsEinZkMrQcMPS2rDAVqlgxgZlixAUPNXRF8Qb0sXXvmakNfqz4ovBlk5-o1gpQ8adk3fQ6URztsjFKrbHGxvssUQflbxcIl7kUm6qsdL-J_MLHH98WhjFHeTL1-vlx5ocd4EwBax9EaOhD4/s400/Memorial+Weekend+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO38DHQ0rlNbNx5WwPHdNibuoZKypNiIMhKmsyDO9a1-d6L3gWDDkOXUGUopTiV1Ml-8rxcKPdiz825VfPbIMUEqL8WrVAGkM38dP6G_AesJZjatT1PLSPwdbzJjQIkWwDA7neM-NT-3E/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814415063960898" 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/AVvXsEjO38DHQ0rlNbNx5WwPHdNibuoZKypNiIMhKmsyDO9a1-d6L3gWDDkOXUGUopTiV1Ml-8rxcKPdiz825VfPbIMUEqL8WrVAGkM38dP6G_AesJZjatT1PLSPwdbzJjQIkWwDA7neM-NT-3E/s400/Memorial+Weekend+058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Showing off his new black eye.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6txSbXE6zA8fgeSl-P0NzaOeA4df7wAE8OkANFPmFG1obOgZPXbMmsf-tByLtJXBGQ6WIp9gloHfXm1Iz0IXPiWg8oYVR4YW6CKJGxG-i6Dujq_LDXsgrLfZRlc3cnwazMzH0kCk9_zg/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814406881114290" 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/AVvXsEh6txSbXE6zA8fgeSl-P0NzaOeA4df7wAE8OkANFPmFG1obOgZPXbMmsf-tByLtJXBGQ6WIp9gloHfXm1Iz0IXPiWg8oYVR4YW6CKJGxG-i6Dujq_LDXsgrLfZRlc3cnwazMzH0kCk9_zg/s400/Memorial+Weekend+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5R2opTi314RXKg_EV29bVmMDCYSIOg4ovQ7F0fjAmhsHUc0eAABVOEAHA0UHD8BCTaBVp7kToyVnZigauGDukbwEVonE_jzUz_wyEBU5HPV7BM1J9Emwa9_BBnq57w-uAmKaenouSMmI/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814397871612242" 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/AVvXsEi5R2opTi314RXKg_EV29bVmMDCYSIOg4ovQ7F0fjAmhsHUc0eAABVOEAHA0UHD8BCTaBVp7kToyVnZigauGDukbwEVonE_jzUz_wyEBU5HPV7BM1J9Emwa9_BBnq57w-uAmKaenouSMmI/s400/Memorial+Weekend+069.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRDXv5DRearlkCkng8aSQXebO9um6it-uar_CGjg4dN_-ta62Ggfiw0MV-RkLPZcXt0nnMB6XCNlJ3wAUjyxqaoEQZm14z3iXIg88TJxpRdc3nqtGVUDPQz9rSlNcaIe6ybEzepMs-Vg/s1600/Memorial+Weekend+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814392524003970" 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/AVvXsEgWRDXv5DRearlkCkng8aSQXebO9um6it-uar_CGjg4dN_-ta62Ggfiw0MV-RkLPZcXt0nnMB6XCNlJ3wAUjyxqaoEQZm14z3iXIg88TJxpRdc3nqtGVUDPQz9rSlNcaIe6ybEzepMs-Vg/s400/Memorial+Weekend+072.jpg" border="0" /></a> Can't wait for summer!!! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-89393436678677542472010-05-26T10:10:00.000-07:002010-05-26T10:22:42.422-07:00Hidden TalentI may not be the best wife, mother or friend. This is all stuff I am working on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But there is no question about the skill that I do have.................<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this is something that I was born with and you can't teach................<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this my friends is my skill!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgtVe26w8UjIudAGJk-QxtxkspuIUBMAqZSnl-z-hiR4UWR8czhhn5SfwEaaf3HdLBHupQji3T24WpzVsqKHZeu84nEnvJC_7jLw7s9PS_lBgT_oMcrjJslrVP2YRF9Zc1JddX5o4Dio/s1600/tounge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475628210665778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgtVe26w8UjIudAGJk-QxtxkspuIUBMAqZSnl-z-hiR4UWR8czhhn5SfwEaaf3HdLBHupQji3T24WpzVsqKHZeu84nEnvJC_7jLw7s9PS_lBgT_oMcrjJslrVP2YRF9Zc1JddX5o4Dio/s400/tounge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sister and I learned this special talent at a young age and would sit across from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">each other</span> and try to pick our noses and see who could get it in further. (after looking at this picture I think my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tongue</span> might have put on some extra baby weight too....better work on that.) As Brenda would sit and couldn't even get close to her nose. We decided a few weeks ago for some reason to show everyone at a family function how proud we our of our talent and were wondering where on earth did we get this anteater ability from. It was apparent that we didn't get it from my Mom when she willfully stuck out her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tongue</span>. Then my dad stuck his out and WOW.....we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">definitely</span> got it from him. We were all laughing so hard we were nearly in tears.<br /><br />Guess my Dad has a hidden talent we were not made aware of either.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTxwTLFUbuA5jdb8WNivMl8KPApM80eNIPBQGIRbt65Bu8xDVtwD1xWbAWCFn0YqBt_qJSASW1ycjRlIcOfvMKcm3rNNNwQeGZD-z80twrtFKcYZlqaLzeKEniR58H5AD3qHkHzil2O8/s1600/gene_simmons_narrowweb__300x4530.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475629519902483346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTxwTLFUbuA5jdb8WNivMl8KPApM80eNIPBQGIRbt65Bu8xDVtwD1xWbAWCFn0YqBt_qJSASW1ycjRlIcOfvMKcm3rNNNwQeGZD-z80twrtFKcYZlqaLzeKEniR58H5AD3qHkHzil2O8/s400/gene_simmons_narrowweb__300x4530.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Do any of you have any hidden talents like us, that you probably shouldn't public put out there like I just did? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">haha</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-12515206381021711452010-05-24T20:58:00.000-07:002010-05-25T08:58:58.548-07:00Congenital Heart Disease..Please read, it could save a life!A <a href="http://lylefamily5.blogspot.com/">heart friend</a> of mine that I met last week (whom I know wasn't by accident, she is such an awesome woman) sent me this story of a baby named <a href="http://www.corasstory.org/">Cora</a> who passed away at only 5 days of life in the arms of her mother from an undiagnosed case of congenital heart disease.<br /><br />Reading this story made my heart sink knowing this could have been my little girl too. It's so hard to understand how she was seen by 4 different doctors to check her heart at the hospital and at her first check up and no one picked up on it until I took her to urgent care for something unrelated.<br /><br />The same thing happened to my friend Rhonda and her son <a href="http://lylefamily5.blogspot.com/">Zeb</a>. She knew something wasn't right with him from the time he was born cause his nail beds were blue and also his feet. She mentioned this 2 times at the hospital and was told that it was normal for newborns to have that and was sent on her way without a pulse ox test. Four weeks later she noticed him being unusually fussy at night (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berlyn</span> ) she noticed him sweating and breathing funny. She called and spoke with the ER and was told that it was probably a stomach issue and to follow up with her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ped</span>. Thank God for her Mommy instinct she took him in and as soon as the doctor saw him he knew something wasn't right. They called 911 right away and he was taken to a Children's Hospital where they diagnosed him with Severe Aortic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stenosis</span> (same as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Berlyn</span>) and they were told if it was another hour or two they would have lost their precious son. He again had to have the same procedure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Berlyn</span> had only another 4 weeks later after the first one. Zeb had to not only go through those 2 procedures at his young age but he also had to have open heart surgery on his 3rd birthday almost 3 months ago. What a strong little boy. Rhonda has been such an inspiration to me and someone who has the same beliefs as I do. I'm sure she is probably sick of all my questions I've thrown at her this past week. :)<br /><br />Why am I bringing all this up you ask? How might this effect you? Well I will tell you why! I have pretty much worn out my computer reading up about this and I wish I would have known more not only before I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Berlyn</span>, but before I was even pregnant with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Aven</span>. I think if women were more aware of this it would save <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ALOT</span> of babies. If you are pregnant, plan on being pregnant, know someone who is pregnant, or you are a father you need to know about this. Both of us were blessed to be able to find out about our babies but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">alot</span> of parents are so lucky and their precious babies end up dying in their sleep.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Impact of Congenital Heart Disease</span></div><div align="center"><br />* Congenital Heart Diseases are also known as congenital heart defects. Over 30 known congenital heart defects exist. </div><div align="center"><br />*Often the abbreviation, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CHD</span>" is used to refer to congenital heart disease. </div><div align="center"><br />*According to the Children's Heart Foundation, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">CHD</span> is the Number ONE baby killer. </div><div align="center"><br />*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">CHD</span> is also the most prevalent birth defect, according to the March of Dimes. </div><div align="center"><br />*About 1 in 100 babies are thought to be born with the birth defect in the United States. Different organizations use a different number, I've seen it as high as 1 in 70. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">How do you know if your baby is one of the 1 in 100?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*Some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">CHDs</span> are picked up in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">utero</span> by an regular ultrasound</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*Others can be picked up by a level 2 ultrasound</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*Some say a fetal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">echo cardiogram</span> should be conducted on every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">mother and</span> child to test baby heart. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*Others want an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">echo cardiogram</span>, test that uses sound waves to get a picture of the heart, for every newborn. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*Cora's Mom is in the stage of lobbying for Cora's Law which would be a standard screening for newborns for a pulse <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">oxy</span> test on every baby. This test is cheap, quick, non-invasive. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">What can you do?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">* Until pulse <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">oxy</span> tests are standard. You can tell mothers and fathers to ask their doctor to run a pulse ox on their newborn between 24 to 48 hours of age. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*Spread the word. Awareness means more support for much needed research funding. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Awareness means less mothers and fathers will find out about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">CHD</span> from the coroner. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left">I never in my life would have ever thought I would have to go down this road and be researching this stuff. Since I am going down this road I want to be used to be able to help other Moms who may be going down the same road and be able to reach out to them. If you know something doesn't look right with your baby or you have a gut feeling go with it and make sure you question those doctors and don't just walk away if you know in your heart they are wrong. It could save their life! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-47088137440921175082010-05-24T10:24:00.000-07:002010-05-24T10:28:05.686-07:00Strong-Willed Child?Is your strong-willed child driving you insane? Do you feel like every minute of every day is a nuclear battle of wills?<br /><br />Raising strong-willed kids is hard on your complexion. They can rob your joy, your confidence and your sleep! For the record, most parents think they have strong willed kids. The fact is, every child goes through seasons when their capacity to test boundaries and assert their will exceeds our pay grade. I’m not talking about these types children. When I say, “strong-willed” I’m talking about those miniature Winston Churchill’s that somehow got assigned to your family photo. These kids are stubborn, argumentative, inflexible, and tough as nails. They are not going to budge from what they want and they have all the energy and time in the world to wait for you to come around.Don’t panic. And don’t surrender. Smile. God has so much confidence in you; he assigned you the job of raising a great leader for him.<br /><br />Sometimes raising a strong-willed kid is like trying to saddle a rhinoceros.<br /><br />The biggest problem that strong-willed kids have is that they often have weak-willed parents. These kids are a gift, and God made them the way they are for a reason. Our job as parents is not to break their will, but to bring them up in an atmosphere of grace that builds character into their heart. Obviously, these kids need discipline and respect for authority, but they also have a great need to have choices and control over as much of their life as possible.As long as they're eating, who cares if they want to dip carrot sticks in their chocolate milk? As long as they are going to bed, who cares if they want to wear their Halloween costume and galoshes to sleep? The less battles you create, the fewer you have to win.<br /><br />Raising strong-willed kids takes courage, stamina and a whole lot of ibuprofen!<br /><br />Strong-willed kids are a gift from God; not a curse from your parents. These are your future leaders, dreamers and visionaries; but as children, they are a force to be reckoned with. The battle of wills, however, is a war that you must win. But the fewer battles you create, the fewer you have to fight. Before engaging in a sparing match with your kid, ask yourself one question: Is this hill worth dying on?You can circumvent a lot of battles by allowing your strong-willed child to make choices within guidelines that you establish. For instance, as long as they take a nap, who cares if they sleep under their bed dressed as G.I. Joe!Save your energy for those disagreements that aren't open to debate. Focus on issues of moral significance, and make your goal not behavior, but character.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5044814848442639549.post-67720155977650732372010-05-21T10:56:00.000-07:002010-05-21T11:33:21.688-07:00Parenting<div align="center"><strong>"When it comes to parenting, the days are long and the years are short."</strong></div><br /><br />This weekend I am attending a parenting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">conference</span>. Not cause I don't think I don't know how to raise a child. I mean I have been able to raise two kids so far and they have both made it this far. I guess I'm doing something right.....right???<br /><br />I think sometimes we as parents get so busy with the day to day stuff that we are raising our kids but are we actually raising great kids? I think in the world today it's even tougher and tougher for our kids growing up with all that is out there for them and even though mine are still young I want to know that I am equipped to handle the stuff that is gonna be throw at them. I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span> of times we compromise on stuff cause we see other parents out there allowing their kids to do certain things and don't want to be the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">un</span>-cool" parent. I know how I was growing up and I Thank God that I made it through some of the stuff I did. I know those things are in the past and they have shaped me into the Mom I want to be for my kids.<br /><br />I think the main reason I thought it would be good to go to this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">conference</span> was for this little one....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KfdCjSfn7whZwSpD6nJGbiBnZ9AdTYhQiMVHRHqYLl1ES75xQ4E-Go4dZt7h44kgMrbhP_7vSGg6yRLmYjsSrC9nW55jO-Nx_zj0zDMTcRhJM6021mvVTGYIpRaB9odaMlvDT-9oFu0/s1600/Aven+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473785045551213826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KfdCjSfn7whZwSpD6nJGbiBnZ9AdTYhQiMVHRHqYLl1ES75xQ4E-Go4dZt7h44kgMrbhP_7vSGg6yRLmYjsSrC9nW55jO-Nx_zj0zDMTcRhJM6021mvVTGYIpRaB9odaMlvDT-9oFu0/s400/Aven+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> He amazes me everyday with the things he says and how he wants to do everything for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">himself</span>. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KhZqdzCCkMC4RGqM_mpv0909YdIy4LEeUE0nqkfIhmFH_UR69pVjQnhegAUeAK2caKZQq8VvA5P1ECGb88Wpytci7KpXVXcuQJXoc1y1U79196pspcJEy7hFkwZONv0E_zZfktFEzaI/s1600/Aven+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473785038186209922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KhZqdzCCkMC4RGqM_mpv0909YdIy4LEeUE0nqkfIhmFH_UR69pVjQnhegAUeAK2caKZQq8VvA5P1ECGb88Wpytci7KpXVXcuQJXoc1y1U79196pspcJEy7hFkwZONv0E_zZfktFEzaI/s400/Aven+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> He is my strong willed child.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAl_geW6tvo21UEM3LTet_N4wHLkTJnF8OFaZUBCITHQoz7ZJ2UT6jmlt1sj-hwY3xhwf_21czpnEmACx2eF6dKM3-fLOiPE2fLUXKXyjYMmVceYJPffN-KZeogM077fdzmYxSDb4lM7E/s1600/6+%26+7+months+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473785028390822050" 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/AVvXsEjAl_geW6tvo21UEM3LTet_N4wHLkTJnF8OFaZUBCITHQoz7ZJ2UT6jmlt1sj-hwY3xhwf_21czpnEmACx2eF6dKM3-fLOiPE2fLUXKXyjYMmVceYJPffN-KZeogM077fdzmYxSDb4lM7E/s400/6+%26+7+months+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I know you are probably thinking..."Well she is a strong willed person, why are you surprised your son is one too?" </div><div> </div><div>Well you see....THAT'S WHAT SCARES ME!!</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvo_EKYnnjCsBCXuEL34tJtRQnewXKcz5ELGQ7Yax1eg05hAh1ORE53-cXp9BjbZ5Ep4VuQPTiU5EjaSl0guhyphenhyphenw7jO-qcDA4_omrr2bD0vjOWIt1z3nvDzaFFqU2uKlHzpVt2Ry3zVhY/s1600/IMG_8947.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473785025686885474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvo_EKYnnjCsBCXuEL34tJtRQnewXKcz5ELGQ7Yax1eg05hAh1ORE53-cXp9BjbZ5Ep4VuQPTiU5EjaSl0guhyphenhyphenw7jO-qcDA4_omrr2bD0vjOWIt1z3nvDzaFFqU2uKlHzpVt2Ry3zVhY/s400/IMG_8947.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvkik_fg7QU1EORfAtv1Wa8K0yAba2nw5x0fxFtygcWEEJrdOD1gGHpEeYLzvosLUwh5ZelXFAZefEjG0N1BinAgfL4opeyAeHjW828X1hfoqKnxxCmyuLMCJuqiBg7UOYdUBCMlxAC8/s1600/Carrots+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473784299661927858" 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/AVvXsEjKvkik_fg7QU1EORfAtv1Wa8K0yAba2nw5x0fxFtygcWEEJrdOD1gGHpEeYLzvosLUwh5ZelXFAZefEjG0N1BinAgfL4opeyAeHjW828X1hfoqKnxxCmyuLMCJuqiBg7UOYdUBCMlxAC8/s400/Carrots+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Since he was born I knew that he would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">definitely</span> be a kid to keep us on our toes and he is everything that I imagined and more. Don't get me wrong I love this little personality. After a long day no matter how bad, he can still make me laugh. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2r6LE_IUp6V6TjQ_s0AW-cAL-lP3nDsmk9lk85u07zJOS-jBX_x03Fw1eXKKrtHs5vb6nq7n2DlvENT49YKeew0QAjms-MU4csYk1UtKmGA18TvKh1EtODV4W_aAoey86d2cStigbXD4/s1600/Mad+Dog+2+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473784295306257474" 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/AVvXsEh2r6LE_IUp6V6TjQ_s0AW-cAL-lP3nDsmk9lk85u07zJOS-jBX_x03Fw1eXKKrtHs5vb6nq7n2DlvENT49YKeew0QAjms-MU4csYk1UtKmGA18TvKh1EtODV4W_aAoey86d2cStigbXD4/s400/Mad+Dog+2+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just want to make sure that I learn to bring out the best in this child of mine. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGaaTD6z4t_ez4_38QLy6vYfHGQ6JruxoTiXeKsMh9FOLXYtDMBW950yulDDXwCYTRLTGCX1XvXNImuHJeRIMOc6sfYhKWukT0yYYqWt7zjfVLvymDI4tMDjAfwJ-s7NRFhcrhyphenhyphenzzHV4/s1600/10+months+055bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473784291085394450" 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/AVvXsEhWGaaTD6z4t_ez4_38QLy6vYfHGQ6JruxoTiXeKsMh9FOLXYtDMBW950yulDDXwCYTRLTGCX1XvXNImuHJeRIMOc6sfYhKWukT0yYYqWt7zjfVLvymDI4tMDjAfwJ-s7NRFhcrhyphenhyphenzzHV4/s400/10+months+055bw.jpg" border="0" /></a> I want to make sure to raise both of my kids in an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">environment</span> of love and respect. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eAfuhXQrtSzDZrvV3FCkjPf08wjmGxBplOEaGEeuBgkgMEXV3rgidR2yIrZI0DY0rZmbOhxZF79HD8fR0zEGGSCdxNtpm6aU1yMoDSgTKhjc63zccFdSE_nDX3iKORC6wAtSIjrRnu0/s1600/6_&_7_months_007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473784285443539490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eAfuhXQrtSzDZrvV3FCkjPf08wjmGxBplOEaGEeuBgkgMEXV3rgidR2yIrZI0DY0rZmbOhxZF79HD8fR0zEGGSCdxNtpm6aU1yMoDSgTKhjc63zccFdSE_nDX3iKORC6wAtSIjrRnu0/s400/6_&_7_months_007.jpg" border="0" /></a> I pray for this one everyday. I pray that God doesn't give me too much pay back for the strong willed child I was for my parents :) </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLiC1G1GLCu_WVFBKMz319nxmsfXDFugwc1y-oqhFL2501qgtlb3ZS5B382KvDeiyGSSyvbnP2yJnWZlEH_1KmPoGNZHlFuSzilUuXN11CaBziJI1RO69aktOW0wQo4YVOsbpvU8VyTTY/s1600/0225001439.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473784270861286162" 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/AVvXsEiLiC1G1GLCu_WVFBKMz319nxmsfXDFugwc1y-oqhFL2501qgtlb3ZS5B382KvDeiyGSSyvbnP2yJnWZlEH_1KmPoGNZHlFuSzilUuXN11CaBziJI1RO69aktOW0wQo4YVOsbpvU8VyTTY/s400/0225001439.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am so excited to be going to this. I will update everyone how it went. I expect to be a tougher and more loving parent than I was before.</div><div> </div><div>I will be Mrs. Sgt Adams and get this household back into shape come Sunday. WATCH OUT!!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4