tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81442423005628649922024-02-18T20:21:28.442-08:00fullingAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-13482821404430306872012-01-10T20:29:00.001-08:002012-01-13T20:17:41.542-08:00The half way point!I know it has been a long time since I blogged.<div><br />...we have been just a <span style="font-style:italic;">little</span> bit busy.<div><br /><div>When I last left you, I had just finished writing about our exciting homeschooling adventure that was coming up. I think I even may have told you to check back because I was planning on having regular updates about how our year was going.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, this is your first (and probably <i>only</i>) update. We are officially half-way through our first year of homeschooling and are loving it! We have felt so blessed to be able to spend this time with our kids, and watch them grow academically and spiritually. What a task the Lord has given us! But I am amazed daily at how much I have learned about my sweet children, and especially about myself....both good and bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, that being said, I am not going to lie to you and paint a rosy picture of me with three kids under the age of 7, sitting quietly around a table, working diligently and quoting Shakespeare, <i><b>and</b></i> treating each other with nothing but kindness and respect, while <i>I </i>teach lessons, shower, put on something trendy and cute,<i> </i>quickly<i> </i>prepare a Beef Wellington for dinner, clean the house from top to bottom, and maintain a rosy composure with oodles of patience all day long. I have read (and been envious of) SO many homeschooling blogs who seem to have nothing but well-behaved, angelic children with moms who are seemingly able to mold little Einsteins, maintain a spotless house, keep up with blogging on a regular basis, AND do it all with a smile!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is <i>our</i> reality:</div><div><ul><li>I sometimes remember to shower...and put on deodorant (<i>it's usually either/or</i>)</li><li>My poor husband is lucky if I slap on some make up when he gets home</li><li>the carpets get vacuumed...before we have company over</li><li>the bathroom mirrors get cleaned when I can no longer see my reflection...don't ask about our toilets</li><li>I don't even know what Beef Wellington is, or how to prepare it</li><li>who is Shakespeare??</li><li>the only time my three kids are sitting at the table quietly and ALL together is when they have food in their mouths, AND Aaron is strapped into his booster chair to reduce the risk of escape</li><li>my kids bicker, hopefully I'm not the only one who experiences this</li><li>and there are times *sigh* that I lose my patience...there, I said it</li></ul><div>Homeschooling is HARD. It has brought so many of my faults into the spotlight for me to examine with a fine tooth comb. At times it is overwhelming to think of the responsibility I feel to educate my kids successfully. I wonder what I could be doing better, how I could be more fun for my kids, am I using the right curriculum, is "so and so" getting enough attention, will "so and so" ever be able to do this on their own, am I being too pushy, am I not pushing hard enough, blah, blah, blah, blah!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>And then that small voice pushes it's way through all of the "noise" and finally makes itself heard,</div><div><br /></div><div>...<i>be still.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Do you ever notice that it is so much easier to remember the negative things that happen instead of the positive things that go on all the time? When I listen to the Lord and become "still", I find it easier to recall more of the positive, and less of the negative. I am able to look for the blessings that God intended for me to see, instead of looking at all the junk that my own mind adds to the mix. </div><div><br /></div><div>These past five months, whenever I have had a less than spectacular day, and have begun to wonder if this was the right decision, I am telling you amazing things have happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Lord just shows right up.</div><div><br /></div><div>He makes Himself known in the random phone call from a friend just checking in to see how our day is going. I've seen His hand in a letter from my 4 year old saying that she loves me and hoping that I have a good day. I've met AMAZING homeschooling moms who the Lord has placed in my life at JUST the right moment with JUST the right words for what is going on at the time. He has, on several occasions, surrounded me with moms who seem to be struggling with the same issues. I have been blessed with a husband who listens to me moan and groan at times, and reassures me that I can do it. I can't tell you how many times I have been in a public place, and have struck up a conversation with a stranger who says, "Oh, we homeschool, too!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been inundated with His reassurance and His presence...I just have to remember to SEE it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want you to think that this has been a horrible experience every day. FAR from it! We have so many more AWESOME, FUN, AMAZING days than not. Like I said, though, sometimes we remember the negative more than the positive. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here is why homeschooling has been SO worth it:</div><div><ul><li>Our kids know and love Jesus, and they know that He loves them</li><li>We get to talk and learn about Him every day</li><li>Both Emily and Addison BEG to read a Bible story every night</li><li>Emily LOVES to read (this was not so last year)</li><li>Addison is reading now, too, and doing a fantastic job!</li><li>We have made Egyptian collars and built pyramids</li><li>It is so much fun to see them "get" something for the first time</li><li>Both Emily and Addison can identify 30 different countries around the world on a map with NO words</li><li>We built Mount Vesuvius and the city of Pompeii and DESTROYED it with a baking soda and vinegar volcano!</li><li>We get to learn about forgiveness every day</li><li>We have constructed a Viking longhouse</li><li>We can go to the library WHENEVER we want, and we usually come home with a basket full of books</li><li>We visited Sea World for a special homeschool day</li><li>We have created cave paintings with berries, rocks and twigs</li><li>we are currently growing a tadpole into a frog for a science presentation (hopefully this one survives!)</li><li>we play outside ALOT</li><li>We get to visit a nursing home twice a month and play games with the residents</li><li>we get to play games when we take breaks</li><li>we read LOTS and LOTS of books</li><li>we have been to Houston to visit the zoo, the museum of Natural History, and the Johnson Space Center, and didn't miss a single day of school</li><li>we are usually done with school by 1pm or so, and usually don't start until 9 (and that's with breaks and lunch)</li><li>we get to do spelling, math, and whatever else we feel like lying on our tummies on the floor</li><li>we get to cuddle up on the couch, with a friendly soft puppy dog named Allie (one of our class pets), and read our books</li></ul><div>So overall, we have been <i>very</i> pleased with how the year has gone. We still are taking this a year at a time, but even if we decided tomorrow to stop homeschooling, I will always cherish this time that I have had to grow with my kids. Even though <i>I</i> feel constantly busy because of what we are doing, I haven't seen the "busy"-ness, and the tiredness that was associated with elementary school that Emily had last year...and I don't miss it one bit. I like the days that we can take it slow, spread out our work, finish some up in the evening if we need to, not worry about getting to bed RIGHT at 7:30pm to avoid early morning melt-downs. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>I thank the Lord for this opportunity, and my prayer is that He continues to bless it! </div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to leave you with some highlights of our first semester of homeschooling. Beware, there are TONS of pictures, this isn't even all of them, so get ready!</div><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffullinganne%2Falbumid%2F5696985042676205201%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-74222614635615644222011-08-02T20:49:00.000-07:002011-08-03T11:48:32.946-07:00Big changes!!Hello everyone!<div><br /></div><div>It has been WAY too long since I posted anything (I think I begin all my posts like this, don't I?), but we have had a busy summer, and have an even <i><b>busier</b></i> fall coming up!</div><div><br /></div><div>A quick recap since we last visited...we have had:</div><div><ul><li>Easter visit with cousins in Houston</li><li>kindergarten graduation, </li><li>end of the year preschool show</li><li>trips to the zoo</li><li>trips to Houston</li><li>going to the pool </li><li>being a member of the Boerne Barracuda swim team</li><li>first ever Fulling family <i>MAJOR</i> roadtrip to Branson, Missouri and Rantoul, Illinois</li><li>good friends coming to visit (Makenzie and the Moores!)</li><li>VBS</li><li>swimming lessons for Addison</li><li>THREE BIRTHDAYS IN ONE MONTH</li><li>two birthday parties in two weeks</li><li>more going to the pool</li><li>ice cream cone trips</li><li>trips to the library</li><li>getting to read books to a therapy dog</li><li>playdates with friends</li><li>sno-cone lady trips</li><li>going to "bouncy castle heaven" (this is what the girls call it...it's actually an indoor bouncy castle playland)</li><li>trips to Petland</li><li>going to the movies</li><li>going to the Children's Museum</li><li>bike riding</li><li>AND...preparing for the major change coming up in our lives,</li></ul><div>...no I am NOT pregnant. I promise.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>After lots of prayer, research, and more prayer, we have decided to homeschool the kiddos.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok. Now would be a good time to stop whatever you are doing and PRAY for us. Very loudly! Pray for our sanity (or insanity, as it may be). Pray that this year will be blessed with positive experiences. Pray that any fears we have are put to rest at the feet of the Lord. Pray that Brian does NOT go out and purchase bonnets and matching ankle-length denim skirts for us...not that I'm saying that's a bad thing, necessarily...</div><div><br /></div><div>Just pray!</div><div><br /></div><div>And now...for those of you who are shaking your heads in disbelief and wondering WHY in world are we doing this, I will direct you to the lovely tabs that I have at the top of the blog. </div><div><br /></div><div>Never noticed those before? </div><div><br /></div><div>WELL, it just so happens that in addition to becoming a homeschooling mom, I will be adding "computer genius" to my job description. I have learned how to add tabs to my blog!!! This<i style="font-weight: bold; "> is </i>actually a true miracle since I am generally known to be the most computer illiterate person in the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>I won't go into all the reasons we have chosen to homeschool on this page since they are all tucked away in that nice, neat little tab at the top! Please read them if you would like, and maybe afterward, you won't think we are completely insane.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will leave you with a slide show of some of the fun we have had since February!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anne</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffullinganne%2Falbumid%2F5636105000504074785%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-44293432484201740592011-02-23T11:02:00.000-08:002011-02-23T11:42:05.780-08:00Our family, 2010<div> I need to thank Kelly Simmons of Mustard Seed Photography ( <a href="http://www.mustardseed-photography.com/">http://www.mustardseed-photography.com/</a> ), for the <i>AMAZING</i> job she did taking pictures of our rather large family over the Christmas holidays. All of Brian's brothers, wives, and kiddos were here, and in total I think she photographed 22 people!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you, thank you, thank you, Kelly!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some of my favorites of our crew!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIf5wMK30lnJhyKSVTLxSx6R0QjTlRL4by_6Si2oxbpVSAOEPSDmjyAj2rANBRRpmyxsD3o3UeygYlcdkfzdJ1wnJJQDzDVVtp3M6dO68XSXHQj7YsgBaJWduwBpjwNfVOfo8SsRdBenE/s400/DSC_0496.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576970116076068002" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4O3tk-0z1SpGF4XjJis7tHMuUuiqF7VOyBCgkLh7UvFDxUUuTZC0Qy0YIxrFRI5iX9A7QYWOBydDiYQ1KKP9l-efF5JEbpdg4Wq9y69ICcb2vAEb783FqrS3G1jdGPpj1c8YQ02K_fSc/s1600/DSC_0536.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBG65fpkyUaXCcVeBE1nMJtV2OWtqkozeRW5Xrd8e63q-181i2KMsTF1bmoOQRFY9nj9fH35w5B_8TYAdKkFrxBT1dHGC63z3VK072zlQ72CQlBH25hMlpwFv4mPwi5T1Yev3sBK4LK8/s400/DSC_0167+copy+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576962970462571314" /></a><br /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-65011746527963567372011-01-28T20:30:00.000-08:002011-01-28T22:02:32.258-08:00Hello again<div>Well, with the holidays just behind us...or I guess a month behind us, I wanted to quickly send out some new pics of the family and share an amusing Emily story.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure there are other equally amusing stories about Addison and Aaron, but since this one happened just last weekend, and absolutely nothing funny at all happened this week, it's all I can remember right now.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the long term memory capacity of my brain only extends to approximately 7-8 days past the event that I am trying to remember.<br /><br />...in fact, that is on a good day. And I'm finding that as my age increases, the number of days I tend to remember specific events decreases. According to my <span style="font-style: italic; ">incredibly</span> precise calculations, for each year that goes by, I lose 1 day of long term memory. So by <i>my</i> estimation, by the time I reach the age of 41, on any given day, I really shouldn't be held responsible for anything that happened the day before...since I won't remember anything about it anyway. :)<div><br /></div><div>What was I talking about again?</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, yes. Emily.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, as most of you may remember, last Monday was Martin Luther King day. The kids had the day off from school, so I thought it would be fun for them to learn a bit about Martin Luther King and listen to some of his famous speech. We did a coloring activity, read a story about his life, and then found some of "I have a dream" on the internet. Emily was fascinated by his speech, and sat transfixed while we watched him speak.</div><div><br /></div><div>So later on in the day, we all went to Lifetime fitness, where Emily, Addison, and Aaron play in the child center with tons of other kids while I work out. When we arrived, Emily informed me that she was planning on giving a speech about Martin Luther King to the kids in the child center. Since I was unaware that my 5 1/2 year old daughter had planned a speaking engagement at our fitness center, I was naturally curious...and a little nervous... about the content of this "speech".</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, but don't worry... when I asked what she was planning on saying, she very confidently reassured me and said,</div><div><br /></div><div>"Um, I don't know mommy, I'll figure it out"</div><div><br /></div><div>Wing it. That's my girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm REALLY nervous. And although I was secretly a little proud that Dr. King's speech had apparently made such an impact on her, I had disturbing visions the whole time I was working out. I kept waiting for the child center to announce overhead that Emily had been arrested for organizing an angry toddler uprising in the child center. "We should not be made to stay here while our parents are out having all the fun!!! Join me and REVOLT, tiny tots!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>But then I remembered that Martin Luther King's message was one of peace. So then I worried about Emily staging a peaceful hunger strike of some kind in the child center, or a sit in...or handcuffing herself to the playgym! The possibilities were endless...</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily, no arrests were made, and when I went to pick the kids up, I was DYING to find out what happened. Emily, Addison, and Aaron trotted happily out of the child center with me. When I asked Emily how her "speech" went, she informed me that "Unfortunately, I had to cancel my speech, mommy".</div><div><br /></div><div>Why? I asked.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Well *sigh*, no one wanted to hear about Dr. Martin Luther King, so I had to cancel it".</div><div><br /></div><div>She seemed really upset by it, as would anyone whose speech had been cancelled due to lack of interest, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>...I'm thinking we will wait a while before we try to study someone like, say, Che Guevara? What do you think?</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Here are a few pics of the kids from Christmas (all taken with the AWESOME camera my husband got me!!!):</div><div><br /></div><div>Sweet Addison!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOfYik8TJgEdeVnfJITUrdcjO4pdNclCwGWBVtUQL_M23uxOOjRFYkFtF9ANNmL2nyGt2h5DBtbc_f9qvTLxxj6Hr99JQPyDpP6Aacfq18JbcVum_EDrVHv4XTlZ0kch8VNkPLKYhG8E/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOfYik8TJgEdeVnfJITUrdcjO4pdNclCwGWBVtUQL_M23uxOOjRFYkFtF9ANNmL2nyGt2h5DBtbc_f9qvTLxxj6Hr99JQPyDpP6Aacfq18JbcVum_EDrVHv4XTlZ0kch8VNkPLKYhG8E/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567482131390053730" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The whole gang</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIZRp8lSFa_jkith4n1db1juhAB96pz7U3Wqr1xvrvQhiXRAyoak6PWGGY2zUD9EBLdXu2GKGh8PF15B2kT-jwwvoD35_vz2U6YiOmDGGESYIuWlk3hqfy8koA8gwvy5_qS3G8N7Hico/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567482139361110802" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Me and my boy!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIC_wj9r5aRXbQluQYu0tcx-PpGKV7o1R-lSgzngYk72XTzBHOmesY2gZnWpxLU_LNvcqy0Hl9qbU8JgsGMwM8U3aS7jnJqRFXmfkTXq8GKx9xyt-iQ3I55RHQ6ZNL4VKbL4url3t2Nc/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIC_wj9r5aRXbQluQYu0tcx-PpGKV7o1R-lSgzngYk72XTzBHOmesY2gZnWpxLU_LNvcqy0Hl9qbU8JgsGMwM8U3aS7jnJqRFXmfkTXq8GKx9xyt-iQ3I55RHQ6ZNL4VKbL4url3t2Nc/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567482126619588898" /></a><br /><br />Emily!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiInSM566aujlDB2s2XM7R_SSuK9x2FumvTbE79pRQ2_t0MQbFFf8DFEJZ5RYHWXeq34INvn0szYBl9-1n22vVUu8ioQQmPEBM5CKHLpEgE4UJYAFgl74MohyJrz0G7ZPJj4qk_CaIojOk/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567480138714356034" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Climbing around</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3CSv_aWzJP9Aj_r880OfphiqDAJpwG0aL7fnqrymIsNemdY58vKZyabIGZ5JjlF2-D1lGuATPJEWgxUdnWyoJ2Dn62uoIhanlDXYD9KAm3b2hy9alQy-9PRWow5CAZFmOAg06P7W1DM/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567480135231524066" /></div><div><br /></div><div>This was taken after a particularly messy evening at the dinner table...nice do....I believe it was a combination of strawberry yogurt, ketchup and fish sticks. Yum.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHQqVapUopmzRvAkAH6eltQxXYkOfaG4rbCLUo_VAz9LWditeaTo83G_phRzGUixzzaPRFR5To7a5Bs1sMZZ3GM2SgGUe3xX834PQXGxNCQ76_r6mJ9fGPj9QYAmEyTQ2UN9QudgUmtg/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567478850254491570" /></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-31918805685746732152010-12-05T21:35:00.001-08:002010-12-05T21:35:34.917-08:00Disney World 2010!!!!In a word, Disney World was...magical. I didn't believe that when people would tell me how great it was, but now that we have gone...and seen the priceless looks of joy on our kiddos faces while we were there, I believe!<br /><br />Here is a slideshow of some of the fun! <br /><br />Mickey, see you in a few more years when poor Aaron can enjoy it all!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffullinganne%2Falbumid%2F5547412856552433217%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-34332267874065457992010-11-01T19:33:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:58:09.061-07:00Blessing #4: Aaron<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3yBryUKl13iuxITlxRVVAkeoYXQn_c27hi8VXIFLTvcju88Ty8Ro_VNEQe6r3W9n-FGvqhodWamGSe5878qOXiDx_073z75ddG5GwGeNV-DAFe_8gWtF-LKh0SUstlt42Pk84e6SHdbM/s400/pics+for+wall-p002.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534775603294735266" /><br /><br />My Aaron, baby boy, little bubster, bubby boy, little brother. What a sweet and precious blessing he has been to all of our lives! He is a true mama's boy, and LOVES his sisters so much, and loves to watch his daddy all the time. Such a good baby, so very laid back and go with the flow, right from the beginning...which I hear is not a good sign for the future!<div><br /> <div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3V2jOICIkq0Uy1k5ERd5GzLmAaAryJ3-uuXI8NaihjCIIobHxGBdQYpbb7YWyYjWojXymdv0iQO3fPJuV5MyyRjTKekIf0cxex51sftJsuJXLb19r_PzaDwzWk2F8dxCGTyb2oDVFoM/s400/pics+for+wall-p005.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776786747251794" /></div><div><br /></div><div>He loves to get into EVERYTHING. His favorite playtoy at the moment is not simply a car or truck, but the smelly garbage can in our kitchen. I have found everything from his sippy cup to my shoes in the trash on any given day. He loves opening and closing any doors, trash cans, lids on toys, the laundry machine, the dishwasher...I'm thinking we may have a mechanical engineer in our future.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZyEnnO-l8GDDfe5X7GDFLE9T8ma3yGYW10wSxTYMiyK39SOh1HbLCnXdoBfgNdtSWh4nBaEXyvptvfP56Nk2oM9NWrOkB3XjZxQZLAuJFJZ1avefdnoJxFUNCicL-1kooEZiyKGKKPs/s400/pics+for+wall-p004.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776206306419346" /></div><div><br /></div><div>He loves to read the book "Doggies", loves his little blue and soft "lovey" and sucks his thumb whenever lovey is in his hands. His favorite toys are a set of different size bouncy balls, and they keep him entertained for the longest time! He has quite the pitching arm and launches them across the room, fetches them himself, and launches them again! His bright and intensely blue eyes and beautiful smile melt my heart every time I look at him. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhIjRhWlC718XwUV8wQVkufD7_KekBqdj4X5VBBJ7_aTyaUmWjmvenmcJ0wUrQzJR7biafian2cVqhB2XEVzdK-tJNzust5TXNAqItPNVO53OvKd0BZX3ONwEYdWgNMB-AER74Dk4hSQ/s400/pics+for+wall-p008.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534777764817245202" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now that he has started walking, things are becoming even more interesting. His world has just exploded and you can see how proud he is of himself! He is growing up so quickly, I want nothing more than to just stop time and keep him right where he is forever...</div><div><br /></div><div>My prayer for Aaron is that he doesn't try to grow up so quickly just because he has two older sisters, and that his heart remains as sweet and tender as it is now! Stay my baby boy forever!! </div><div><br /></div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-26210372620173451822010-10-26T19:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T20:25:54.053-07:00Blessing #2: plastic combsSo a few days ago, this past Sunday to be exact, Emily had been in our bathroom for an unusual amount of time...which is a bad sign.<div><br /></div><div>While we were making breakfast, she finally wanders out and asks Brian for some "help".</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, normally, asking for help with something like, oh, buttoning up pants...or tying shoes...is not much of a problem. However, we discovered that the "help" Emily needed at this particular time was going to require a skill set that neither of us possessed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe I didn't get a picture of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Emily had decided to "comb" her hair with one of my small plastic combs with the really tiny teeth, but instead of combing it, she had twirled it into a very impressive and <i>massive </i>rat's nest right on the top of her head...and the comb was literally... <b>stuck</b> to her head.</div><div><br /></div><div>After getting over the initial shock, we sat Emily down at the kitchen table and we tried <i>everything </i>we could think of...slowly pulling tiny strands of thin blond hair out of the comb, rubbing conditioner all over the mass to loosen it. <i>Anything</i> to try and figure out the intricately tangled puzzle of hair that sat on top of Emily's head.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There was crying and screaming from the pain, we felt SO terrible! And across the table from Emily sat Addison, eyes wide, mouth open... quiet for the longest time that I've ever seen her be quiet. </div><div><br /></div><div>After what seemed like forever, I was getting ready to tell Emily that we were going to have to cut it out of her hair, because this sucker was going nowhere. THEN...I had a moment of brilliance.</div><div><br /></div><div>...it doesn't happen very often, so I have to brag about it now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cut one end of the comb off, close to the massive tangle, and then slowly push the ends of the hair off of the broken end. Makes sense, right? Brian said it would never work :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank God for plastic combs, because it broke in half quite easily, and I was able to save (just about) every last hair without having to send her to school the next day looking a mini member of Flock of Seagulls.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lesson here: rid your house of combs made of anything but PLASTIC!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-6156592299837381632010-10-26T19:48:00.000-07:002010-10-28T18:09:46.288-07:00Blessing #3: Addison...I should add that these blessings are in no particular order!!!Addison, my sweet baby girl, my <b>absolute</b> "girlie-girl", my cuddle bug, the Middle one. She loves anything frilly, glittery, fancy and pink. On a daily basis, she insists on wearing "fancy" dresses or skirts only...my little lady. She is fiercely loyal to Tiger, who she claims to be her "best friend".<div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlJ3JWPse7-zj1lOfYAXn-x09ldqvPQKReDlFNkut8vHPdInadS-L-tbNfQAMgWwGbpEIgjZZzdan4qQHj04RkFKCF9Z5BPPjGmLlEU1r5RCKFh3SPoSayAscVxcltLbW1pPGYvw_Wio/s400/pics+for+wall-p009.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265845784452866" /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She is strong and stubborn...yet can be so very sensitive and fragile at the same time. Sometimes she melts down like a pat of butter if I even look at her the wrong way. I love her sweet little heart, especially when she looks at me and for no particular reason says, "Mommy? I love you." She tells me her heart is made of "glittery sparkles"...I absolutely have to agree.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjnzgzEFeg7-8mt3TgNKeDBdmUZQrl_Jn5Rd5cAUr80ieos2qltH4g_tIu0FmuTeMY7dGayiDy1cx3V2R3tRkf27YurgkG-1-1_yEylyUtGAfjZBVIZOcZ0hELaIuBgBsAXrvkw8cgJg/s400/pics+for+wall-p011.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533262944539606066" /></div><div><br /></div><div>She is 3 years old, hoping to go on to 20 as quickly as possible, and just wants to be a big girl SO badly! She loves her preschool teachers and friends, and her precious little heart shines so brightly to everyone she meets. Her face is so expressive, it is hard for her to hide anything that she is feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYJaSY8aE7UJMj1L4lMwKapV1s3qU-VDiYteF89ysoU1E8uWzvy6d5hxsNdJHZthsA2gs-1rtHl9LZmXHQGMLL5bijhHdrRSslLMJzTMdzauNjIHp6G02DDrBTYphbkyA0iJhn8Lbltg/s400/pics+for+wall-p012.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265105901682514" /></div><div><br /></div><div>She loves playing with make-up, playing dress up, putting together puzzles (difficult ones, too!), reading books with mommy and daddy, cuddling, talking about "happy things" at bedtime, making up stories, listening to Mary Poppins, The Biscuit Brothers, and her VBS songs.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyit5XzD0GsjaFuCrxHsaZNDmrTz9zem6tdO25rDBmeyLhJ83Ag8vknMlFcTHKOv5M_lDUhQ8kdtIVkDKoM0KHcRPKBCETlagctzgv20nRt7vLNmxESzq4PFimg_vOg6H-hBvavgwRwc8/s400/pics+for+wall-p001.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533262260220967266" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My prayer for her is that she remembers that God and mommy and daddy love her just the way she is, with or without the fancy dresses, because her heart is the fanciest and most wonderful part of her!</div><div><br /></div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-24503415439628094192010-10-21T21:21:00.000-07:002010-10-24T19:35:09.678-07:00BlessingsHello. My name is Anne...and I am a control freak.<div><br /></div><div>...(I think this is where you all say: <i>Hello, Anne)</i><br /><div><br /></div><div>Ok. There, I have said it. For those of you who know me...even if only for a short while, I'm <i>sure</i> this comes as a complete shock. If I could give you some insight into my crazy mental world for just a few minutes:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I spent several hours trying to decide whether or not to create my most recent blog background using my own digital scrapbooking software, or to scrap my pride and choose one from some of the very talented blog sites online. Obviously, the online people won...(but only because it was after midnight and I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to hit the Photoshop icon)...but I did do my own header :)</div><div><br /></div><div>2. I get my panties in a bunch and fret like a mother hen over <i>just</i> about anything that requires me to give up control in a given situation...how do you like that mental image?</div><div><br /></div><div>3. It has taken me almost 45 minutes just to START typing this blog entry because it HAS TO BE ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!!! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Please, don't help me...I promise I can do it ALL myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>...tell me, am I the only one who is like this?</div><div><br /></div><div>But I am <i>desperately </i>trying to learn to let go...it's going VERY slow...I have been this way for an extremely long time, after all.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's funny, because I pray for the ability to give up control to The One who controls it all, and have the faith to know that His plan is in place. Unfortunately what I've learned is that God does not send faith down from heaven in a lightning bolt to our brains...I know because I've prayed for this too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, He gives us "opportunities" to have faith..."opportunities" to throw our hands up in the air and say, Ok, Lord, this one is all yours! And recently, God has been giving me LOTS and LOTS of "opportunities". Or rather, beating me over the head in the hopes that I will take advantage of these "opportunities".</div><div><br /></div><div>Clearly, it has taken me a while to figure this out....like I said, I'm learning!</div><div><br /></div><div>I thank the Lord everyday for a husband who helps to keep me grounded in the reality that I <i>cannot</i> be in charge all the time, and that I was never <i>REALLY</i> the one in charge in the first place. I also have three sweet and precious little kiddos that remind me of the very same thing with their crazy antics, tantrums, silliness, and wonderment, EVERYDAY.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, instead of worrying about all the things I <i>could</i> worry about, I am stealing an idea from a bloggy friend of mine (thank you K!), and will be listing all the amazing, wonderful blessings that God has given to me....one blog post at a time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blessing #1: Emily</div><div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XQgiNQ-yiX0hLdjXqeIkZOPcHxwc-h8v5S_05zdPUaKYZSqv2NtpQ_a85Dgl4MydB8AAfVvh1_Qbw6SquyTfcoXSy1uo7j4EWPQnEzvUhrhiLEROBYNqZCW_Zq8wfzCrExm7hchcgeo/s400/pics+for+wall-p013.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530721261390407602" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Emily, my monkey moo, the big sister, lover of frogs, centipedes, roly-poly's, lizards, and just about anything else that crawls around in the grass. She loves singing, swimming, gymnastics, eating crab legs (yes, it's true), playing outside, and anything that might involve ice cream. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAS-_sza308eOd0i8Xyue6OD3jE9fJZI2q8Pdui81dwMDCv-_Dhj8tZ2fy_yq_k1yHxdV6n8cdZ2EXpi-B7QcZfDGYsPEObqZa1w_3MU2XHOIAygpXyLy1ZvVg8dhY9rYZkZ81bDNKob8/s400/pics+for+wall-p020.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>She is very independent and self-confident, which I LOVE about her, and is <i>such</i> a champion for God at the ripe old age of five it is awe-inspiring. She is absolutely not afraid to tell you exactly what she believes in. She is hilarious, cracks me up with the brutally honest things that tend to come out of her mouth. Her heart is so sweet and loving, she wants nothing more than for us to be proud of her...which we are more than she will ever know!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yfSWzA5NaOn2E84a5cadUcX-ZF3UdbzXMeCFOfF4QAbiRORdmcShB8yTz_CVjvBbbU4ol5SR3pApY0_UohvfSP1HlKT3g_A9XI6y4NUshKmd4TZMe7ZXfE-R70XRYEakNDM9nl-LQsQ/s400/pics+for+wall-p014.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531801362383301234" /></div><div><br /></div><div>She has just embarked on that new and scary journey (for mom and dad as well!) called school, and is doing so great. Kindergarten has been a blast for her so far, and although she comes home everyday and claims to have had amnesia for the entire 7 hours she was there...I know better.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsBs5KWIiXmLjHhzafRarI-0Wit_xbLjAuu-HdaXlckMefbYo9oIoERC90Mb1UyFMBv7p0emL-b7fVyz9Ow1Gyp0BnN0aBR_kdz9K68RSzc1yuPbAyFbXch_l6hUVM4qkEnu80xqYIpM/s400/pics+for+wall-p016.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531804841551416610" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My prayer is that she always remembers who she is and what she believes in, and what a blessing she is in our lives. We love you so much, baby girl!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-18097822327963042982010-03-23T20:46:00.000-07:002010-03-23T21:17:18.452-07:00Great Grandma!!!!What an exciting week we had! Rock a bye Nana and Great Grandma both here at the same time! The girls were just bursting with anticipation before they got here, and we had such a great time getting to visit with them.<br /><br />We had some great adventures while they were here...one of them being our doomed trip to the Hummingbird lavender farm outside of Fredericksburg. We left the house one cold, rainy morning and began our trek into the Hill Country to visit this lavender farm. I had Aaron in the van, and Rock-a-bye Nana and Great Grandma had the girls in their car. We rolled along through the hill country, through tiny towns, out in the middle of nowhere for what seemed like an eternity...or at least it feels like that when a 9 month old begins screaming in protest in the back seat :)<br /><br />Finally, we learn that we are within a few miles, and begin looking to the right for the entrance to the lavender farm. At this point, I <span style="font-style: italic;">can't wait </span>to remove myself from the vicinity of the screeching hyena in the back seat, and am also looking forward to stretching my legs, and perhaps having a nice lunch.<br /><br />And suddenly, there it is!! We made it!!! The Hummingbird Lavender Farm!!! A shining beacon in the distance... our destination that we have driven so far to see!!!<br /><br />....as we pass the entrance to the Hummingbird Lavender Farm...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">WHICH IS CLOSED</span>...I couldn't help but think of Clark W. Griswold, and how he must have felt when he pulled into Wally World after his road trip fraught with disaster.<br /><br />Unfortunately, there was no moose to punch in the nose at the Lavender farm.<br /><br />Truly, it was more amusing than anything else, and we trudged along to Fredericksburg, where we had an awesome lunch and even more awesome ice cream for dessert!<br /><br />The visit ended much too soon, but we were so thankful to get to spend time together! Thank you for coming Rock a bye Nana and Great Grandma!!! We love you!!!<br /><br />All four generations together!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZo5oaWLfwB3N2geQxcBq79wVNSpPDqkO6Bp9PqDWC8M46rcAmbKu9gA_zB80NKdbIMQBhy1cScwfXP-R9kTGuoAQDkwXJc5le0kwiTanhZHrYYFq04z4hEXsttHzNXsSHs4nAmfyzfKs/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZo5oaWLfwB3N2geQxcBq79wVNSpPDqkO6Bp9PqDWC8M46rcAmbKu9gA_zB80NKdbIMQBhy1cScwfXP-R9kTGuoAQDkwXJc5le0kwiTanhZHrYYFq04z4hEXsttHzNXsSHs4nAmfyzfKs/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452048230363144098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Silly faces<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cfYFZolRTuNsHTEWPDFDmsj-0OS75dNi7MiON0DksvhyphenhyphenJclDBRuIHXJcpnamteG0mgtBU2mrIJ4rvvNlEAOs13Jd-Bo7SoBiw1AFrOt2kCduq4Ke-3Z-OyeZN4dubWCDBFZDAwjMwZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1753.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cfYFZolRTuNsHTEWPDFDmsj-0OS75dNi7MiON0DksvhyphenhyphenJclDBRuIHXJcpnamteG0mgtBU2mrIJ4rvvNlEAOs13Jd-Bo7SoBiw1AFrOt2kCduq4Ke-3Z-OyeZN4dubWCDBFZDAwjMwZQ/s400/IMG_1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452048249374533554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfulTsExSHxw0Nr2V2JtIX_sA_535u7hBkkcYiJCAm1Tna0G6XJ-qmDOEEjqSCXC9ddHpPM4FOgiL3o2cErJbK8LQSPewVU-rBrXPI7oSEzZCzvERuBrA-lE8V-TQcKyyw768pbC6Z0I/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfulTsExSHxw0Nr2V2JtIX_sA_535u7hBkkcYiJCAm1Tna0G6XJ-qmDOEEjqSCXC9ddHpPM4FOgiL3o2cErJbK8LQSPewVU-rBrXPI7oSEzZCzvERuBrA-lE8V-TQcKyyw768pbC6Z0I/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452049371818539010" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-27371617824399233022010-03-02T19:56:00.000-08:002010-03-02T21:03:57.990-08:00Aaron's baptismSo, he may already be 8 months old...and we JUST got him baptized, but better late than never, right? We've had good intentions of doing this earlier...or at least, we <span style="font-style: italic;">talked</span> about it frequently, just kept forgetting to schedule it! Truly, I feel like my mind is so fragmented and disjointed that I might put my head down somewhere and forget where I placed it.<br /><br />Case in point: after a particularly dismal visit to the grocery store with all three kiddos (yes, I do this often, and no, I don't need medication...not yet, anyway)...and by dismal, I mean by the time we left, Aaron was crying because he needed a nap, Emily and Addison were fighting over whether or not Mr. Incredible can fly...which by the way, he cannot, he just jumps really high... and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I</span> was halfway through a very large bottle of red wine that I had just purchased in the store.<br /><br />...just kidding about that last part, but I <span style="font-weight: bold;">really </span>wanted it to be true :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ANYWAY</span>, we get the three musketeers home, after enduring yet another fight over who's turn it was to pick out the music on the way home, (I'll give you <span style="font-weight: bold;">one</span> guess as to which two were doing the fighting), which then turned into Mommy's turn to pick music, which then erupted into a major meltdown in the backseat between the two females...that included real tears, high pitched wailing, kicking of little legs, and I can't be sure, but at one point I swear that the howling from the backseat resembled that of some sort of alien from another planet.<br /><br />And when the meltdowns commenced, poor little Aaron was so terribly out-volumed (is that a word?) by the rantings of the girls, he stopped screaming and simply had a bewildered look on his face as he watched his big sisters rival the sound of a jet engine blasting down the runway.<br /><br />SO, we get home and finally get everyone and everything in the house. Aaron went down for a nap, the girls collapsed on the floor, exhausted from all the screaming and crying, and I had a quiet minute to put all the groceries away. A few hours went by and I happened to go outside to get the mail.<br /><br />...only then did I notice that I left ALL the doors on the van open, my purse sitting in the front seat, and the keys sitting on the floor...<br /><br />So clearly, I cannot be counted on to remember scheduling a baptism.<br /><br />But the day was wonderful, Aaron was adorable and so good, he didn't cry at all. The only bummer was that Emily had to miss the baptism because she was home with RSV. Oh yeah, did I mention that ALL THREE OF THEM HAD RSV AT THE SAME TIME??????<br /><br />That was a treat, let me tell you. A story better saved for another time.<br /><br />Here are some pics of the great event!<br /><br /><br />My cute little man!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJxUHQenojV3CCk5i_2KR9sOAXv7q6sGjulIUL7T4w0jZfzRCRiEeCJOCxthu5jKUbRAHiW5M52ulcaoebMt-HL2XVQ-sxhYfrHqrGa_azhWn7rTLQA4qCNcUzIjCyUURggiwIEUaEc4/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJxUHQenojV3CCk5i_2KR9sOAXv7q6sGjulIUL7T4w0jZfzRCRiEeCJOCxthu5jKUbRAHiW5M52ulcaoebMt-HL2XVQ-sxhYfrHqrGa_azhWn7rTLQA4qCNcUzIjCyUURggiwIEUaEc4/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444265129597313090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-SN1ZnoaFTDw_XRXc9mq_vrcOKEwBGPDKKA2_pDeVDJZY9IIhzWeJ56eFMzInz0QEM9U6q_4BeJH_-5-Rrb19dUWNYURq3BtzePVAPdGZtXdcG61SX3SLlideIBA64k2NGDMsSZhEt0/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO9EcNI1LooCoMC7fLnbUZuMp9y96dxzhKrMu97akD0cpqCpc8sJ0tVI3cHJeZjBI3UFHeFVH3VrVbR7s9EDn6IQaWo3BUI41oA90v2AAEc1_aIzO7B4V00Lg5m_VkbFjli0zTRlTUro/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444267173424647362" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-90585140852120542712010-01-06T20:55:00.000-08:002010-01-08T21:27:55.110-08:00WWAAAAYYY TOO LONG!Quickly, I'll tell you why I have been out of commission since, um, August:<br /><br />1. Had a third child<br />2. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Already</span> had two very busy girls<br />3. Had a third child<br />4. Went on vacation to Illinois<br />5. Traveled to Houston a few times<br />6. Sold our house and bought another one on the SAME day<br />7. Had...a...third...child.<br />8. Moved into a new house<br />9. Unpacked all of our boxes...oh, wait a minute, we're still doing that<br />10. Successfully crate trained (in about 4 weeks, thank you very much!) a deeply disturbed and anxiety-ridden dog after moving, who got thrown in the Boerne Animal Shelter for an evening after running away...but that's another story<br />11. HAD A THIRD CHILD<br />12. Threw a VERY belated birthday party for the girls at the YMCA<br />13. Celebrated Thanksgiving at our new house<br />14. Celebrated Christmas at our new house<br />15. Ate with Elmo and friends at SeaWorld<br />16. Took Emily to see the Lion King at the Majestic Theatre<br />17. DID I MENTION WE HAD A THIRD CHILD???<br /><br /><br />Ok, so maybe this doesn't excuse the disgraceful amount of time that I have been off of the "blogosphere", but does it at least give me a <span style="font-style: italic;">little</span> bit of slack??<br /><br />Perhaps the slide show of pics since August will make up for it :)<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffullinganne%2Falbumid%2F5424595240047721937%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-58938934898655937112009-08-11T18:46:00.000-07:002009-08-26T20:35:24.345-07:00Big boy!!!Aaron had his 2 month check up today, and he tipped the scales (in terms of OUR babies!) at 12 lb 14 ounces (50th percentile), and 24 inches (75th percentile). Poor little guy had to get 3 shots...and was NOT a happy kid afterwards<br /><br />....so mommy had a frosty to make it all better :)<br /><br />Other than getting poked, Aaron is doing great, and is giving his tired mom a whopping SIX hours of sleep at night, WOO HOO!!!! It's so funny with the third child, the first night he slept for 6 hours, I didn't even flinch. If it had been Emily...or even Addison at that age, I probably would have been in their room with a mirror under their noses to see if they were still alive.<br /><br />...ok, so maybe I DID do that once...or twice.<br /><br />But enough about my OCD issues, the kids are great. What an amazing and blessed summer we have had! Emily and Addison still LOVE little brother and are not ready to give him away yet. We spent a week at Rock a bye Nana's house (my mom) while Brian went out of town to Boston, returned last Saturday, and the girls started their new preschool this week!<br /><br />Emily barely gave me a wave goodbye on the first day...Addison, on the other hand, had a bit more to say about it. I got to be one of those parents whose kid screamed so loud that you would have thought she was being drawn and quartered instead of just going to preschool!<br /><br />Check out some of the recent highlights!<br /><br />We've been busy, obviously, this summer.<br /><br />At Rock a bye Nana's house, mesmerized by a butterfly<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYfI9KKCHNvyW6Zp_GEjBJssMUhBoMzR-buDDqhVt08NJAI1SG8xr4v2Tnc0Gi0xzf1fxwJeUtAqEzxb_L04OS0t7DB8HsTxZFt9yUAyf-4IWXKSASDr95xIsuydxWIWerwmktzhyphenhyphen8l8/s1600-h/IMG_0937.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYfI9KKCHNvyW6Zp_GEjBJssMUhBoMzR-buDDqhVt08NJAI1SG8xr4v2Tnc0Gi0xzf1fxwJeUtAqEzxb_L04OS0t7DB8HsTxZFt9yUAyf-4IWXKSASDr95xIsuydxWIWerwmktzhyphenhyphen8l8/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477703895723186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />First day of preschool, new lunch bags in hand<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXY3uvG-6tIljN0bUwxCHSGNSxbwYyEwyuTV1eMCpBc5BqHDB4bXvNeg6I-qsazqQLtTrJn9Hc2jGE5g7bYdvmKoitvqusOxI6xV6tyqD3haKVJ-B6CVHuAc06lkHa-y2xQ36NN3RiRAI/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXY3uvG-6tIljN0bUwxCHSGNSxbwYyEwyuTV1eMCpBc5BqHDB4bXvNeg6I-qsazqQLtTrJn9Hc2jGE5g7bYdvmKoitvqusOxI6xV6tyqD3haKVJ-B6CVHuAc06lkHa-y2xQ36NN3RiRAI/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477698186348498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_aJ_tt_uij9AM8Y4jTKlqbJjK4oQRTJi0JOwWCeS-mCN2tJrVVCf0l6nUXmarEt42hZUNEdBtfYjZhedFKTgBZBxP6tpU4c-__KXpu_-CgvHI3QWD8qZAfAH8nDCcqMS_FYRyuurP8w/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_aJ_tt_uij9AM8Y4jTKlqbJjK4oQRTJi0JOwWCeS-mCN2tJrVVCf0l6nUXmarEt42hZUNEdBtfYjZhedFKTgBZBxP6tpU4c-__KXpu_-CgvHI3QWD8qZAfAH8nDCcqMS_FYRyuurP8w/s400/IMG_0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477693046059522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />sister love<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0usLI13-at6S0PLvWnNwlTUX0St41A9xPqkrk_3620BT8A1WgwdD8bDlqCFzLuc-Ot1TUR6BIQW7jR6vbCqRgI8inB2fpAk5XlI0ND6YUK9Rvh1kc-v7TsmKFW01B31cB-H9r_QDK3g/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0usLI13-at6S0PLvWnNwlTUX0St41A9xPqkrk_3620BT8A1WgwdD8bDlqCFzLuc-Ot1TUR6BIQW7jR6vbCqRgI8inB2fpAk5XlI0ND6YUK9Rvh1kc-v7TsmKFW01B31cB-H9r_QDK3g/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477684005470706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I promise, it wasn't me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFaVgpCxi2sebaKUXfvlRLfDKlwHB9Y5QXkDTb05ZAg1kG737EPaB30f6F_TDa_q3DLiCMOQB8cVdrLaFcVJ-zMjVmFymLJSQfiO__hN_6e8OXs_S8NrIEbi4IYLCcjnPArQqOFJ7vgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFaVgpCxi2sebaKUXfvlRLfDKlwHB9Y5QXkDTb05ZAg1kG737EPaB30f6F_TDa_q3DLiCMOQB8cVdrLaFcVJ-zMjVmFymLJSQfiO__hN_6e8OXs_S8NrIEbi4IYLCcjnPArQqOFJ7vgQ/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477675204482674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />At the McKenna Children's Museum with Peyton and Abby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPg7BJx1KfMBW5zSr-CrzrBj_FO1ucgRDDKUp3koEViMXCHTGif5G0PqzqIeJrvJK0vpNIskcDnuJeNgOZZmLAxO_UaLBtvmWXxlIYlyzQ6SdrUfRTNfIpqBi9WiLNnEEtAGROrgE6yo/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPg7BJx1KfMBW5zSr-CrzrBj_FO1ucgRDDKUp3koEViMXCHTGif5G0PqzqIeJrvJK0vpNIskcDnuJeNgOZZmLAxO_UaLBtvmWXxlIYlyzQ6SdrUfRTNfIpqBi9WiLNnEEtAGROrgE6yo/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368889054576859986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />You just don't know how hard it is to be me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTS-d4WQk6HpWMSTLelYR-GtJhck9TRZUrmvNgP_rVNpCMHfjIgPI4amFzV7689y0O3bG3VRQJxVht9TgAQpSr8xWJAOlu_xYwJ2uP_3mU4kXc43uCbX3c_Xait4sAY1YP4_9c83l2A0o/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTS-d4WQk6HpWMSTLelYR-GtJhck9TRZUrmvNgP_rVNpCMHfjIgPI4amFzV7689y0O3bG3VRQJxVht9TgAQpSr8xWJAOlu_xYwJ2uP_3mU4kXc43uCbX3c_Xait4sAY1YP4_9c83l2A0o/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888625813490162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />me and the girls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsS575QilizQ9KgeBVhW_tvmv7Eu6aPSsXrvZu-lKF0Y4bNL61Sm2-RvbP77_biWmm7ZLjXd2A8JTatLxX3MIh6FyCkF1xcthAbzus6AwSbMKChfZSNOXKzjZHu2uh4POQKbYBYSt_TTA/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsS575QilizQ9KgeBVhW_tvmv7Eu6aPSsXrvZu-lKF0Y4bNL61Sm2-RvbP77_biWmm7ZLjXd2A8JTatLxX3MIh6FyCkF1xcthAbzus6AwSbMKChfZSNOXKzjZHu2uh4POQKbYBYSt_TTA/s400/IMG_0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888619107090962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Playing with Oobleck<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4iHEOhtA69ONgXsGGI6YOfAAZbFjG0BY63xp1kWG6h7lH8m6bJSuOHiLG7fC_9jrjgDTFmT0Bnr5Kt3W9OUeawQMYXIvsE8Egsg012yZZS13LtS2cGeUeBQCGBk5GJcpcQb5YTheMXY/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4iHEOhtA69ONgXsGGI6YOfAAZbFjG0BY63xp1kWG6h7lH8m6bJSuOHiLG7fC_9jrjgDTFmT0Bnr5Kt3W9OUeawQMYXIvsE8Egsg012yZZS13LtS2cGeUeBQCGBk5GJcpcQb5YTheMXY/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888611266370546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NG7n58AZWZWj3TnLa-bfzIKdc9rf7nycE4FIIhyX6lNN0lnWEy2XMvam0COnDiSJYj6eA3KEB6F_opCWEISOC0Qq0zLrHqpKHnrk6EU7Coe8rL0ocC2Fn6mnPMyOMUCIwzjp7Hsz07E/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NG7n58AZWZWj3TnLa-bfzIKdc9rf7nycE4FIIhyX6lNN0lnWEy2XMvam0COnDiSJYj6eA3KEB6F_opCWEISOC0Qq0zLrHqpKHnrk6EU7Coe8rL0ocC2Fn6mnPMyOMUCIwzjp7Hsz07E/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888602722679426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dJvKzm3VK0BGMgnSdjrXG2OrRrCr1FqFD42r0eB10RZr0-8yq4hefECeFJO32rokYscA-4ZqGUqBbEL0ahVE9L4bQocTPdfk2qn_qnY0JtnZbueGwD5soCIlxsAeJ_iiow2vcOfOppQ/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2dJvKzm3VK0BGMgnSdjrXG2OrRrCr1FqFD42r0eB10RZr0-8yq4hefECeFJO32rokYscA-4ZqGUqBbEL0ahVE9L4bQocTPdfk2qn_qnY0JtnZbueGwD5soCIlxsAeJ_iiow2vcOfOppQ/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888596590366082" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-18433626452601351542009-08-11T18:43:00.000-07:002009-08-11T18:45:44.703-07:00Sweet mealtime prayerFrom Addison at lunch last week...<br /><br />"Dear Desus, da doo for Emmy, mama, daddy, sita, ewin, n toes...AAAAmen"<br /><br />Translation: Dear Jesus, thank you for Emily, mama, daddy, sister, Aaron, and toes (yes...the ones on your feet)...AAAAmen.<br /><br />I love those days...:)Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-27491077718975573142009-08-02T19:50:00.000-07:002009-08-07T13:07:18.241-07:00Quick posting of pics!Just wanted to post some recent pics real quick. Yes...we have been a little busy, I'm not as good as some of our friends about keeping up lately with stories! Trying.to.sleep. :) Aaron is growing like a weed, literally. He weighed in at 11 lb, 9 oz last week at 6 weeks old!...well, that's HUGE for our kids! He is a fussy boy in the evenings, LOVES to bounce on the exercise ball with anyone who will hold him, and is an EATING MACHINE!!! He'll usually sleep around 4-5 hours at night, but goes right back to sleep after a middle of the night feeding...good boy!! He loves his sisters, smiles and coos at them...and occasionally us. Brian thought I was nutso and didn't believe me when I told him he was making cooing noises, but luckily Aaron stepped up and proved me right! I'll post more when I have time...in 20 years.<br /><br /><br /><br />The big sis<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLfDk9FQqR4y4zwiH-gQWe1BPMa3JmZhKaOyx5O8ktsv4n18dc-Y_ucC94aPgP3BzQbz2v4Bv70zDPM3ew5b8hDji3S-TzBDyZtKQYYQcNrYW1GOcTEunY_3WNW13Ad3u6wg9m04DxW4/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLfDk9FQqR4y4zwiH-gQWe1BPMa3JmZhKaOyx5O8ktsv4n18dc-Y_ucC94aPgP3BzQbz2v4Bv70zDPM3ew5b8hDji3S-TzBDyZtKQYYQcNrYW1GOcTEunY_3WNW13Ad3u6wg9m04DxW4/s400/IMG_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367305042308256530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The other big sis...partners in crime for sure<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2HkflatVaor4lBPOdjDdviqmt2w6kuTihD-iRuq3P3LKnyFI1Jvqmvue0nD0g17YBCod4bCVf-24hyphenhyphengFMgjosN9u8mAFhaFaao9vxNRsjPHl6GHHFn10maOYbMX2AXEgZXM_wTF-hCE/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2HkflatVaor4lBPOdjDdviqmt2w6kuTihD-iRuq3P3LKnyFI1Jvqmvue0nD0g17YBCod4bCVf-24hyphenhyphengFMgjosN9u8mAFhaFaao9vxNRsjPHl6GHHFn10maOYbMX2AXEgZXM_wTF-hCE/s400/IMG_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367305035851241906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A fleeting "fight free" moment!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcQnXyJ9oTpGup0bOXqXYZYXutpKl6E-EeeYviyZg_XmQaGYoYSo8z64U5wwMc9lCYJQp6TwbWy5YuKivCVA4gqlkVmTNRClypM9yFSFjxqiZWM4CydRxUxyAke5d2Axet8xRD_VMv7g/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcQnXyJ9oTpGup0bOXqXYZYXutpKl6E-EeeYviyZg_XmQaGYoYSo8z64U5wwMc9lCYJQp6TwbWy5YuKivCVA4gqlkVmTNRClypM9yFSFjxqiZWM4CydRxUxyAke5d2Axet8xRD_VMv7g/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367305033019267378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />LOVE this pic<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsUp7zQ6Ip8HdZxdMsXGwfpKWmRzBFziCCjkIe1vmkkoVBc7a-9WvDbnSgAAWKEJ5O2wS4BQdhXr-YIp0oKyHQzBNShyphenhyphen6O_dkRaHl90xyd8D4l9Dcx8t1VOTO3TnnZ4kINNFrDIcc09o/s1600-h/IMG_0802+edit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsUp7zQ6Ip8HdZxdMsXGwfpKWmRzBFziCCjkIe1vmkkoVBc7a-9WvDbnSgAAWKEJ5O2wS4BQdhXr-YIp0oKyHQzBNShyphenhyphen6O_dkRaHl90xyd8D4l9Dcx8t1VOTO3TnnZ4kINNFrDIcc09o/s400/IMG_0802+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367305027478358882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Look at those cheeks!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpHVFrfyCchkC3Ng2omwaWWU086_pn-iWDXzxO7f0iZ220eXeYKJWshaYuc0OcZYLHPNmFTp6dC72-UGh87QxcRg7vZIimUch2W2DWSqMgqxlKaEjUTD9TJE6TUaOZDHt_MpbYrcHXIo/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpHVFrfyCchkC3Ng2omwaWWU086_pn-iWDXzxO7f0iZ220eXeYKJWshaYuc0OcZYLHPNmFTp6dC72-UGh87QxcRg7vZIimUch2W2DWSqMgqxlKaEjUTD9TJE6TUaOZDHt_MpbYrcHXIo/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367305025026054450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Smiling!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihObtfWLyo8mUUL-oQSjD0LmqlwTOeHkikhklIsLhFD47Y8Mrk5NoYW-bPgC4Y-b7r4ZD_lRZSMljaoN_ITNbx0AJsk0NMcY3JIaR1UgWFg2nLgfAxt6y5i4IaTjQmTIYVXCTcY1mjI-A/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihObtfWLyo8mUUL-oQSjD0LmqlwTOeHkikhklIsLhFD47Y8Mrk5NoYW-bPgC4Y-b7r4ZD_lRZSMljaoN_ITNbx0AJsk0NMcY3JIaR1UgWFg2nLgfAxt6y5i4IaTjQmTIYVXCTcY1mjI-A/s400/IMG_0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566134223145378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I love momma<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkx6B6h7xUMeiBBN9MHLUJ-KDYqEt_JA_FY0uZmibHtKiAevwkH4vYy8JaXH_JyyR1fsap9AOb3LrF821x0oOlOXdD2bQqtqCa4RJCspHjNBAXArk651X0kW9Cw-KOmAER15An0upogd4/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkx6B6h7xUMeiBBN9MHLUJ-KDYqEt_JA_FY0uZmibHtKiAevwkH4vYy8JaXH_JyyR1fsap9AOb3LrF821x0oOlOXdD2bQqtqCa4RJCspHjNBAXArk651X0kW9Cw-KOmAER15An0upogd4/s400/IMG_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566129215146178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Totally vegged out<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2bu4J1WbCYrUeQ6bEtXFsQ9EfBJIOkyjhpvDN9RJMTye98lXawKMX2Delr0JAqmbfow7OtRc-pBjMdZJiO0GFIEIsCmfRZP6iYvwIG6_EinfCbje0lRz0osYWZKy4C-0lFEKE035A08/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2bu4J1WbCYrUeQ6bEtXFsQ9EfBJIOkyjhpvDN9RJMTye98lXawKMX2Delr0JAqmbfow7OtRc-pBjMdZJiO0GFIEIsCmfRZP6iYvwIG6_EinfCbje0lRz0osYWZKy4C-0lFEKE035A08/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566115215791698" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-89191111889234185942009-06-26T11:51:00.000-07:002009-06-26T12:19:18.474-07:00OMG! We have three kids!We are so excited to...finally...announce the arrival of Aaron Curtis Fulling!!! After what seemed like <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">endless</span> waiting...you know, the kind of waiting that makes you want to pluck your eyelashes out... he was born on Wednesday, June 17th at 9:38am. He was 8 lb 15 oz, and 20 1/2 inches long. Brian and I were laughing when they told us that they were going to have to check his blood sugars because he was...get ready for it...LARGE for gestational age!!! We don't tend to have large children! As soon as he was born, my OB doc piped up and said,<br /><br />"Congratulations, you just gave birth to a toddler" HAHAHAHA<br /><br />I officially made it to 40 weeks and 2 days, which for those of you who know how my pregnancies go, is astounding. My guess is IF we have another kid (don't worry, just kidding) because each of my pregnancies have lasted significantly longer than the previous ones , I will probably be looking at a length of gestation equivalent to that of an elephant. Approximately 22 months.<br /><br />That doesn't sound fun to me, either.<br /><br />So we have been enjoying becoming a family of five. The girls are thrilled to have Aaron around, and want to help as much as possible. I'm sure the novelty of it all will wear off at some point, and they will begin to understand that no, mommy cannot take this back to exchange it for a guinea pig, rabbit, lizard or what have you.<br /><br />We want to thank EVERYONE who has kept this precious child in their prayers, we have been so very blessed to have had an entirely uneventful last pregnancy. I will leave you with some pics of Aaron and we'll keep you updated on the new addition!<br /><br />Aaron, tipping the scales. No we did not photoshop a purple head on his body<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbwScclXiNAZ_mLBxC2edms66Gz5i18sVqI9-xM-l8wbcf7k4Qwb-Gh-gCQn3HPYlfr0NfHBPZd2GYnzD6Rqw1d5RPjiHY0UmOfi6WjqhvxEopBLxPAIwBU1SoWF4WAbwl-Bb3S-gtHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbwScclXiNAZ_mLBxC2edms66Gz5i18sVqI9-xM-l8wbcf7k4Qwb-Gh-gCQn3HPYlfr0NfHBPZd2GYnzD6Rqw1d5RPjiHY0UmOfi6WjqhvxEopBLxPAIwBU1SoWF4WAbwl-Bb3S-gtHQ/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715726090453666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Excited to meet baby brother!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbaNbRymuygQA5I3faPSVC1xHk4Ru6IL7X5BKkUec0TOHbHTnIK4sNhVgmt_OevXWsK5NttKVPdRY_X8QSuChII8-qFPcyo_ElP4ykWuC7b5oT90zBD3cb74yl_68Ak9KNEH1wokKi6A/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbaNbRymuygQA5I3faPSVC1xHk4Ru6IL7X5BKkUec0TOHbHTnIK4sNhVgmt_OevXWsK5NttKVPdRY_X8QSuChII8-qFPcyo_ElP4ykWuC7b5oT90zBD3cb74yl_68Ak9KNEH1wokKi6A/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715736176725234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />All together<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUNz0h2xgIqXDEaZUdJeEwi1kfdi0dOn6CpvbtL4b1dOm5_pcPkCrse8qetnlCzh8jR992PYdBmupjN_n301uRxyKtrISCLlNxHZQCd9oDfZziIcOmUN67WWng7zN8Q9XuhH9PTM6fOY/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUNz0h2xgIqXDEaZUdJeEwi1kfdi0dOn6CpvbtL4b1dOm5_pcPkCrse8qetnlCzh8jR992PYdBmupjN_n301uRxyKtrISCLlNxHZQCd9oDfZziIcOmUN67WWng7zN8Q9XuhH9PTM6fOY/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715745586128626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3JAC9Bt7Jzo49_MIX7W-Ibh-p4SJrCQyrt59OE8cQksvAfxldHuURFmcu5PknWP7U1IRr3MndamhBsyaV18aHvF_pk_OF-QjxkhBOiSEkJ9V3ARLmixkYd827UV7v3SC8k-03aJRQP8/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3JAC9Bt7Jzo49_MIX7W-Ibh-p4SJrCQyrt59OE8cQksvAfxldHuURFmcu5PknWP7U1IRr3MndamhBsyaV18aHvF_pk_OF-QjxkhBOiSEkJ9V3ARLmixkYd827UV7v3SC8k-03aJRQP8/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715740328862418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Sweet baby boy!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4701Ii5y0S2fuqQwiw7p-rPve_HJz3db2A0q3hg_6H39E0aCv8EwdwkiOH6JrYmg5abRDRjnxbbHvRalOrcZLLIxD7hs1lOswxQ1uu7uZMcROyFumuxbiMdthYuihtpYkbAvbwotEw8/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4701Ii5y0S2fuqQwiw7p-rPve_HJz3db2A0q3hg_6H39E0aCv8EwdwkiOH6JrYmg5abRDRjnxbbHvRalOrcZLLIxD7hs1lOswxQ1uu7uZMcROyFumuxbiMdthYuihtpYkbAvbwotEw8/s400/IMG_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715749016537458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Daddy's boy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEaKuIIuPl1drQiWHULc9fHawvUFvL00kdYShe9vrzf66h99VFgloM1xzWS5Yiwwhndx_mpelmpWMp2VcvkTM5g82ogmrZTnZJ-x-2zwngVfInFvvDV8i5An9QPLOcXyz2ybo_tmCEIE/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOGzbUP9tm1nr4ShP8md6dxeAC_AJ9K-uAc2EeQO4iX6zdysW8mkW_63kF-gmFbORJ3pnul79O7cJbFzappFJxcwXJ6jJYRtugu90tgc96Jb308QlcEO_60AgZtRwhbsVpRWr5if4daE/s400/IMG_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351717549435624002" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-86199652198441804392009-06-08T18:46:00.000-07:002009-06-08T19:02:37.379-07:00Full moon myth....BUSTED!Ok, I'm still pregnant. Full moon was last evening...not even a contraction or a twinge of discomfort. 39 weeks...<br /><br />...and counting.<br /><br />To break up the monotony of my pregnancy saga, here is a funny story about Emily:<br /><br />At church yesterday, we are sitting in the pew while our Pastor is giving the sermon. Emily looks up at me and spreads out her fingers, showing me that the middle one of her left hand has an "owie" on it...a hangnail to be exact. Like any mother in the middle of the church sermon, I gave it a quiet kiss and whispered that we would put medicine on it when we got home, and then turned my attention back to the sermon.<br /><br />A few seconds later, I hear snickering in the row behind us. I look over at Emily, who is standing on the pew. She is turned completely around, facing the sweet family behind us, with a very somber looking face, showing <span style="font-style: italic;">THEM</span> her owie.<br /><br />However, instead of spreading out all of her fingers to show them, she was holding all of her fingers down with her other hand...<br /><br />...except the middle one.<br /><br />Yes, it was hilarious. Only I was about 10 shades of red, partly from embarrassment, partly because I was trying <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> to laugh out loud in the middle of the sermon. I quickly grabbed Emily's "hand of profanity" and pulled her into my lap, all the while she is saying "why are you laughing, mommy?"Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-5688294493079516082009-06-05T18:26:00.001-07:002009-06-05T18:59:53.422-07:00Waiting...waiting...Well, another week gone by, and I am...amazingly...still pregnant! As of today, I am 38 weeks and 5 days, an <span style="font-style: italic;">unprecedented</span> length of pregnancy for me. I feel like I should win some sort of prize for "longest gestation by a formerly preterm labor mama". But I'm sure that is not going to happen.<br /><br />SOOOO, we sit....and we wait...and we sit some more...and we wait. I keep thinking that any minute now, my water will break, or I'll start having contractions, or SOMETHING, but Aaron seems perfectly content to quietly simmer...while I quickly outgrow the last of my maternity clothes.<br /><br />That is no joke, I probably fit into 4 tops right now. I have to try and be very strategic about choosing which ones to wear and when. My criteria for choosing includes:<br /><ol><li>Will I be seeing anyone familiar that I saw a few days ago who might notice that I'm wearing the SAME thing?</li><li>How wrinkled is the said top?</li><li>Does the top still cover the elastic waist band of my tightening pants?</li></ol>If you think about it, what really is the point of going out and buying more clothes, this can't go on forever. However, going out and buying new clothes is probably a guarantee that I'll go into labor before ever being able to wear them....hmmmmm.<br /><br />Yes, this is my life. And my pants, you ask? Oh, yes. I've been wearing the same ones for weeks now...don't worry, I wash them every other day or so...but I'm pretty sure that when all of this is over, they will be able to walk around by themselves. I might have to have them framed, they have lasted through all three pregnancies without a stain or a tear!<br /><br />But all kidding aside, each extra day is a blessing and we'll take it for sure. Last week I was 2cm, and this week, my OB wasn't able to give us any measurements because Aaron's head is pressing so hard on my cervix that he said the front of the cervix was bulging. Sorry, probably sounds kind of gross. So I could still be 2cm, or I could be more, who knows!<br /><br />The interesting thing to me...and you are all witnesses to this...is that Sunday night is a full moon. Now, the theory is that a full moon can cause some women to go into labor. I don't think I would normally believe this, however, when I worked in the MICU on night shifts, full moons have a strange way of making things absolutely nuts in a hospital. So, I will be letting you know if we end up making a trip on Sunday night!<br /><br />Oh, I had to share these adorable pics that Nana Fulling took of Addison dressing up and playing outside. 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I'm 37 1/2 weeks, and was 2 cm dilated, not effaced at all, and my contractions...YOU know, the ones that rear their ugly heads at me around 20 weeks, have all but stopped!<br /><br />Ironic, isn't it?<br /><br />However, I'm certainly NOT complaining about making it this far, in truth we have been SO thankful that I not only have made it almost to 38 weeks, but that I didn't have to visit the L&D unit for an emergency ONE TIME during this pregnancy! That is a definite first for us. So, we continue to anxiously await the arrival of Aaron, I mean, I certainly can't stay pregnant <span style="font-style: italic;">FOREVER</span>...can I?<br /><br />Here are more pics of the girls!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">My little Texan</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltkt1nAzEAY8EWGtJZFXpACv18TeKWoyBGoREZSXNcb_HzKG9aXklBX-0rqXLXRHUcnkp_V3I671NZzjc-BAJxlh2Vtt_p1nrpi_WwZ1ViHv1W6Zdcb6uQEwvyuGV6cbtN23mzMiMwsQ/s1600-h/100_2423.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltkt1nAzEAY8EWGtJZFXpACv18TeKWoyBGoREZSXNcb_HzKG9aXklBX-0rqXLXRHUcnkp_V3I671NZzjc-BAJxlh2Vtt_p1nrpi_WwZ1ViHv1W6Zdcb6uQEwvyuGV6cbtN23mzMiMwsQ/s400/100_2423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956715735332690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurD2VX4HKFHz1OZtlUyyfZAoMYRKCEHMlMw9LMssME3J9buZZA_4Jf2jGol-PLBpoKkvZ5WI9OhBUK8kcfjlomK1MLZW75pdWCmF7zIy5AH8BKHjNEX60jo5i6e_uf5RnyTMocZO3es8/s1600-h/100_2425.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurD2VX4HKFHz1OZtlUyyfZAoMYRKCEHMlMw9LMssME3J9buZZA_4Jf2jGol-PLBpoKkvZ5WI9OhBUK8kcfjlomK1MLZW75pdWCmF7zIy5AH8BKHjNEX60jo5i6e_uf5RnyTMocZO3es8/s400/100_2425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340958495550707714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Snow White...defying gravity</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwwzLirxa_HKr1eZoJyr12MPUx_e93qaflqziLjQ6utU7tJy1EOrr65wAAFesAbyQ7ADi6aAQ6k003-iD_BV4bRJ7FYhTiVf0WXMzBCnmaclRGYsoi-hJpaIYHbk0LE0a9RTV-PA8Od4/s1600-h/100_2407.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwwzLirxa_HKr1eZoJyr12MPUx_e93qaflqziLjQ6utU7tJy1EOrr65wAAFesAbyQ7ADi6aAQ6k003-iD_BV4bRJ7FYhTiVf0WXMzBCnmaclRGYsoi-hJpaIYHbk0LE0a9RTV-PA8Od4/s400/100_2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956709365991010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-VmcDfQoBeb12inmEe8cIkXA2yg8yHhLSpANCKgrUru4IZF-o6kILwB4C6Qgy8UBgk2m2ayM20582uo-lRVri-GugSULUHmyNA1soaLoQVh65qck5Qm1Ro0myCAJX-idWD6T2il48jg/s1600-h/100_2406.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-VmcDfQoBeb12inmEe8cIkXA2yg8yHhLSpANCKgrUru4IZF-o6kILwB4C6Qgy8UBgk2m2ayM20582uo-lRVri-GugSULUHmyNA1soaLoQVh65qck5Qm1Ro0myCAJX-idWD6T2il48jg/s400/100_2406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956704345925266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Hmmm...which one of us is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">really</span> pregnant?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmfxZdwE2PZ1nmEtzw-dgbbC3Pm43exDy4fhkk863E79tdu1G07Eo4mXKwaYaGkxHdsXXYaL7s5jd8jE7qO_dKUC3WF9Pk3d_CPxnR_vGs6h8wMxcDwZ_pTxjNwPoHDdWo4XqgVvHICo/s1600-h/100_2342.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmfxZdwE2PZ1nmEtzw-dgbbC3Pm43exDy4fhkk863E79tdu1G07Eo4mXKwaYaGkxHdsXXYaL7s5jd8jE7qO_dKUC3WF9Pk3d_CPxnR_vGs6h8wMxcDwZ_pTxjNwPoHDdWo4XqgVvHICo/s400/100_2342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340939382838321586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Addison LOVES to pick flowers and put them behind her ear</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyR_IH3bI9psYD4ElNq9u1_wBRVyfkWzu0kQ2IrX8YEWKRctZSo5Tsm2ZC4K42r5Yd7ZtIawGdWSdx-cuFrhm7YgFpsmzMNp_yxzpV3L-oWP46eM6vB3-t5oJHko13ZFl5pH-JGRuFCww/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyR_IH3bI9psYD4ElNq9u1_wBRVyfkWzu0kQ2IrX8YEWKRctZSo5Tsm2ZC4K42r5Yd7ZtIawGdWSdx-cuFrhm7YgFpsmzMNp_yxzpV3L-oWP46eM6vB3-t5oJHko13ZFl5pH-JGRuFCww/s400/IMG_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340939378556895602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Her favorite hat...in the summertime too!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KUj4f796TIsIjkPdCdISGtnlBwGYEHbaQsR8aUSaraxNowg1J-NqomJ2gQ2WQGHnmRcDtZYdQLfzbGLSgjaWcm_xiucP_l4qf6PqithcnH5QPcF79YLdOJBkwgIyu_IQwFdpQmV3Zlg/s1600-h/100_2415.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KUj4f796TIsIjkPdCdISGtnlBwGYEHbaQsR8aUSaraxNowg1J-NqomJ2gQ2WQGHnmRcDtZYdQLfzbGLSgjaWcm_xiucP_l4qf6PqithcnH5QPcF79YLdOJBkwgIyu_IQwFdpQmV3Zlg/s400/100_2415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340939374680417058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Pretty little princess!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnQNnYOybgQBdHAzEFFqcxO5rOWkP6dpAIVS2ZSzwm-vrEZouXgpIkdiszzVEjC5qIdh77XetbiVTWW2LXu4ZTmk8lweo4EFh2mNMGc4owBRehgXbyt037avUnYi6SLnvh97iIYsM8Yk/s1600-h/100_2413.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnQNnYOybgQBdHAzEFFqcxO5rOWkP6dpAIVS2ZSzwm-vrEZouXgpIkdiszzVEjC5qIdh77XetbiVTWW2LXu4ZTmk8lweo4EFh2mNMGc4owBRehgXbyt037avUnYi6SLnvh97iIYsM8Yk/s400/100_2413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340939364703592898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mom, I just want to be a big girl!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Pp9EEbqtC5Gh9t9qCAEZ_xJ8zp5400xy3SekTWTqpFRz6PSnV5QX-_jfUBIALcil20_D_6wdK04dmnqERRr865oNUMzgpRxcDsWZcbMhzQEG9ryWlpZ27m5xneLr-6jZAG3rYE9AUnk/s1600-h/100_1982.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Pp9EEbqtC5Gh9t9qCAEZ_xJ8zp5400xy3SekTWTqpFRz6PSnV5QX-_jfUBIALcil20_D_6wdK04dmnqERRr865oNUMzgpRxcDsWZcbMhzQEG9ryWlpZ27m5xneLr-6jZAG3rYE9AUnk/s400/100_1982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340939363761206178" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-72276982775825719082009-05-22T14:47:00.000-07:002009-05-22T19:33:22.042-07:00Still here!Ok, I know it has been FOR-EV-ER since I last posted (I believe it was in March), but I have finally updated the blog (and gave it a little make over!!) What can I say, I've been busy cooking a baby and thankfully I am still pregnant!!! I am almost 37 weeks (on Sunday), and have been on a "partial" bedrest since about 30 weeks. Basically, what that really means is that I have been...over the last 7 weeks or so, somewhat of a beached whale who gets to sit on the couch whenever possible. If I was wearing black and white...you might not be able to distinguish me from Shamu!<br /><br />...let's just not go there.<br /><br />Along with an update on us, there are several random pics from the last few months of the girls, us, etc. Sorry if it seems scattered, but I have an excuse, I'm pregnant and am quickly losing valuable brain cells. The layout seems totally normal to me...scary.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Addison playing in the sprinkler outside</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhlAil6fXmFtoqqVVIIdbqEQVPcbZbGM0P_3M2ejhouwMQs8yEKnbGkQCmRiuKDLzuf-_QFpOztj_GAMDOVMls19Nq46yvzpgxXUlDqld6RnDb20wz6MOGatgk5NGjfombtcKH0_hKAsM/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhlAil6fXmFtoqqVVIIdbqEQVPcbZbGM0P_3M2ejhouwMQs8yEKnbGkQCmRiuKDLzuf-_QFpOztj_GAMDOVMls19Nq46yvzpgxXUlDqld6RnDb20wz6MOGatgk5NGjfombtcKH0_hKAsM/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775759084043858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At about 30 weeks, I did have to start progesterone injections for increased contractions...basically the same kind of stuff that put me on complete bedrest with Addison. The contractions are better, but if I'm up and around for too long, sitting in the car for too long, sitting at the COMPUTER for too long, or basically doing anything that requires bending over and lifting, I start getting those pesky contractions. The good thing, of course, is that we are out of the danger zone, so if and when I go into labor, there aren't necessarily any "premature labor" worries. As of today after my OB appointment, I am 1cm dilated, but not effaced. Translation: I could be like this for a few days and then go into labor, or I could be like this for 3 more weeks. Thank you to ALL for the thoughts, prayers, phone calls, etc!!! And ESPECIALLY thank you to Nana and Papa Fulling who have been here to help take care of the girls!!!! We love you!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Emily recently sporting Mommy's sunglasses and some cool wheels</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcd4sLY1kqxybhZRonB3d8nG_Xvg2KqZ2nZPUuWdKTDkYXyZgJLDCOpRU6YA3HBmwWQSAAqZRxHNAszHtCijw6yxg6LCDsUqN8-Pez0KISYLChQi1Ds8SOLfY-mThdEPwgTWp7m8v4-8/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcd4sLY1kqxybhZRonB3d8nG_Xvg2KqZ2nZPUuWdKTDkYXyZgJLDCOpRU6YA3HBmwWQSAAqZRxHNAszHtCijw6yxg6LCDsUqN8-Pez0KISYLChQi1Ds8SOLfY-mThdEPwgTWp7m8v4-8/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338779341217219762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Easter Egg hunt at church!!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi6AkuVPyNxIcWASV5lLODa3V91fmuDghQO-cwQlMB0ScL2ABQ4r1UUqydonyC_Nkfodx82ktPTfWFPrOsqAK3bU5g8tORJ00p2_dTEtSArCHk_-q-Ndmls1X73cE08nNK9QMHnTFw8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi6AkuVPyNxIcWASV5lLODa3V91fmuDghQO-cwQlMB0ScL2ABQ4r1UUqydonyC_Nkfodx82ktPTfWFPrOsqAK3bU5g8tORJ00p2_dTEtSArCHk_-q-Ndmls1X73cE08nNK9QMHnTFw8Q/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778428232634370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95wBnpIwsTDP2hHcHsI-zIzCJSOTC3KSmk71ffnOnPo5yBRLhl-ghvGQHV7dzH6bcGjQovwY5Edlq4QRacfaPpX9zxdrYWM0sytrI_BfHLcUxu7V2fSBu8pX8tUDN6JrunjA6TBLAcCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95wBnpIwsTDP2hHcHsI-zIzCJSOTC3KSmk71ffnOnPo5yBRLhl-ghvGQHV7dzH6bcGjQovwY5Edlq4QRacfaPpX9zxdrYWM0sytrI_BfHLcUxu7V2fSBu8pX8tUDN6JrunjA6TBLAcCQ/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778414132759282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We have decided to name this little guy Aaron Curtis Fulling, so we can finally stop calling him baby brother, baby boy, etc. Emily is very excited about this since she has been calling him "Baby Aaron" for weeks now. He is doing great, and recently has discovered how much fun it is to use mommy's ribcage as his own personal jungle gym. He also enjoys long naps, hiccups, and bouncing up and down on mommy's bladder...a bit like a trampoline. He is a bit of a rascal, he will move ALL over the place when NO ONE is looking, but I'm not kidding, as soon as I get Brian or Emily or Addison to try and see/feel him, he stops. I'm sure he is laughing at this the whole time!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Brian and I (I'm the one with the gut-about 31 weeks)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEHlvZo8L8xYIrWFK0198dqb8NxXSniOQ3uXIRoh85VRk2VUj5blHkluhaguLYQuegI0kWjEvOxjeIP4M1JRdJpSLCA6LGpyc2H-MPN7CJntUEuUapAhn_AtifF4UyB5Sn0SlKGi7rX8/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEHlvZo8L8xYIrWFK0198dqb8NxXSniOQ3uXIRoh85VRk2VUj5blHkluhaguLYQuegI0kWjEvOxjeIP4M1JRdJpSLCA6LGpyc2H-MPN7CJntUEuUapAhn_AtifF4UyB5Sn0SlKGi7rX8/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338779348841810610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqgprBc14gSDt540KkBt9Bg-nYLi6AnNTU2s-xHb8bXmkq-E69dN2_DSChUHyaeGDax_-7dizg3exJ8Zo-R6lnfw1_CDHAu0tWL-tEjD0EkK1vFKpryeJ9qw8FmMfWDMSi4CDslKGZRU/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqgprBc14gSDt540KkBt9Bg-nYLi6AnNTU2s-xHb8bXmkq-E69dN2_DSChUHyaeGDax_-7dizg3exJ8Zo-R6lnfw1_CDHAu0tWL-tEjD0EkK1vFKpryeJ9qw8FmMfWDMSi4CDslKGZRU/s400/IMG_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338779347243786098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The girls painting daddy a "welcome home" sign after a business trip!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKFNyFG-vnR3xAQpCUMfJ-84nSBuDqTkQ23j7XrJHd2rw_IvX87KvPdi_s0QOtLX8D0xjLukMwAPBK25ewDkAxYxpGtna9I8f5sGmEMPGUndom-rn1kMo9d0k62HKAJqWyxNLo3zAu4o/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKFNyFG-vnR3xAQpCUMfJ-84nSBuDqTkQ23j7XrJHd2rw_IvX87KvPdi_s0QOtLX8D0xjLukMwAPBK25ewDkAxYxpGtna9I8f5sGmEMPGUndom-rn1kMo9d0k62HKAJqWyxNLo3zAu4o/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778413516169442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The girls are fine, keeping everyone busy as always! Both have birthdays coming up in June (Addison will be 2, Emily will be 4...where does the time go???). They had their adorable end of the year preschool program last week and I have to mention a funny Emily story from that day...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Nothin' better than finger painting!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLZgr85rH8r9JVpf-Zyv6tISxYCisEOKyn1xUulrREdmYlNEotHlVOfdo9AJijvK98V2jPYUHcTmnffI9HFo17-YCosohCqtKwk3GPbgMYAilYDMqtRvluUcZncOlyZ2WDOfLZnXBij4/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLZgr85rH8r9JVpf-Zyv6tISxYCisEOKyn1xUulrREdmYlNEotHlVOfdo9AJijvK98V2jPYUHcTmnffI9HFo17-YCosohCqtKwk3GPbgMYAilYDMqtRvluUcZncOlyZ2WDOfLZnXBij4/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775778516588674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All the kids are up on stage with their teachers sitting below to help them remember words to songs, hand motions, etc. Emily is saluting proudly and belting out "Proud to be an American" quite loudly (I mean truly, I could hear her voice sitting about 7 rows back!). She gets to the part "where at least I know I'm free". As I'm watching, Emily has the one hand up in a salute...just like all the other kids...and then she sings "where at least I know I'm <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">three</span>", and holds up three fingers with her other hand.<br /><br />Too cute...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Posing for the camera</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBb6vMmbWN6pEK3nzuJ38V2sHbxaYv5JwBSni0xnHbDCz1qit_lD0IBIbFkMem6MCjL6ejQPRl3JkXr-d-m5Q-dAHfRUoAQ7AS7YI77e9C3YqNSbUAZsSPtWgOoMHbT1qk2RaosSTBL4/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBb6vMmbWN6pEK3nzuJ38V2sHbxaYv5JwBSni0xnHbDCz1qit_lD0IBIbFkMem6MCjL6ejQPRl3JkXr-d-m5Q-dAHfRUoAQ7AS7YI77e9C3YqNSbUAZsSPtWgOoMHbT1qk2RaosSTBL4/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338779336974290210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Addison + blue fruit roll up = interesting diaper colors<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntz4QTt2ZapBodddND3E8ZLiUmtzVFFn-8cY5U32HXAaK5U41lQMiFtCW60cTQOF0-oh6JTRSqGoKRmCsiE7VUEpYMGfp482Q_9puRiRGrdLz0cKq-t-CvK_tYnvgwiqfjwQpFOJUbxM/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntz4QTt2ZapBodddND3E8ZLiUmtzVFFn-8cY5U32HXAaK5U41lQMiFtCW60cTQOF0-oh6JTRSqGoKRmCsiE7VUEpYMGfp482Q_9puRiRGrdLz0cKq-t-CvK_tYnvgwiqfjwQpFOJUbxM/s400/IMG_0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775757834253490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sweet sisters reading a story together</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfcsSe_hUDWPFvBMQc2PBFbuc4CxDxuELCsvXigacdB9InKXF7LKylH_25svWTrefJf2DJZUAaoJwStp4y6M4bUw70my07KrsyDvfrnBx-lG5p8LYHOrAeeHy_HfYE-OG6cI3JhZU3NU/s1600-h/IMG_0645.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfcsSe_hUDWPFvBMQc2PBFbuc4CxDxuELCsvXigacdB9InKXF7LKylH_25svWTrefJf2DJZUAaoJwStp4y6M4bUw70my07KrsyDvfrnBx-lG5p8LYHOrAeeHy_HfYE-OG6cI3JhZU3NU/s400/IMG_0645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778419744251650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Always fun cooking with Nana!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFqoM9uHqrJqaPTHmq6kOOukRDyjuJZsQSRRbWbMtxIN3wfRQ4yolgbl3xKeWiE7Q6ol6OC_XQnHo7HAWHk_W2j10kiVcIepunpi6TXj1sMgGM5bnxDupXZXtHgDaDOgjLdEXbL3HFos/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFqoM9uHqrJqaPTHmq6kOOukRDyjuJZsQSRRbWbMtxIN3wfRQ4yolgbl3xKeWiE7Q6ol6OC_XQnHo7HAWHk_W2j10kiVcIepunpi6TXj1sMgGM5bnxDupXZXtHgDaDOgjLdEXbL3HFos/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338778406275886178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Playing dress up!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsdLWuaH3kG80bD06SHb1R7vmQo_IJsIKjWRQQ3oMTqEi1DDJ-Xna0cvC6lzTkhWC2dwZ5LDSKOJNVHcNZ8s5W6gOo-IOoUiMbBg31aj4SU3-m1SpqagiEnzTDqBAeN0hk5Kl35cmwUE/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsdLWuaH3kG80bD06SHb1R7vmQo_IJsIKjWRQQ3oMTqEi1DDJ-Xna0cvC6lzTkhWC2dwZ5LDSKOJNVHcNZ8s5W6gOo-IOoUiMbBg31aj4SU3-m1SpqagiEnzTDqBAeN0hk5Kl35cmwUE/s400/IMG_0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775766245044962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Other than everyday stuff, not much else to report. I'll keep you all posted on the status of my expanding belly...I REALLY don't know how much bigger I can get, it's a little scary...and will let you know when Aaron Curtis arrives!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Emily and Miss Kelly!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPtYtQiWd-KO_TsDBoKeeYREyEL3GIsPVIqXpmb_F_pTApMxkXJuS-5ex9STUz5Pi3IqhVYK12ggTGV6jTnXQkp6AJHQPaSwJpcRZ3Cpf3GQ7__qYRjs2ZDGaBF6NQYgUq6RQl06jqw4/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPtYtQiWd-KO_TsDBoKeeYREyEL3GIsPVIqXpmb_F_pTApMxkXJuS-5ex9STUz5Pi3IqhVYK12ggTGV6jTnXQkp6AJHQPaSwJpcRZ3Cpf3GQ7__qYRjs2ZDGaBF6NQYgUq6RQl06jqw4/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338836820206179042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Addison and Miss Laura!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGlpwq-t4qI9vuZvZhsBTfjloJItAKzb_g0z0YQzb4YkGjEtyFjXoh27B5V-nh2_1q05lTzYnMniVdeit_ejW6r2MWiKF7N_XfJYvBcwI-11wWQubCRBil-y9_XNqbCrdI3x9zor9gsg/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGlpwq-t4qI9vuZvZhsBTfjloJItAKzb_g0z0YQzb4YkGjEtyFjXoh27B5V-nh2_1q05lTzYnMniVdeit_ejW6r2MWiKF7N_XfJYvBcwI-11wWQubCRBil-y9_XNqbCrdI3x9zor9gsg/s400/IMG_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775770442077330" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-74952876270086717842009-03-16T12:14:00.001-07:002009-03-16T12:16:45.470-07:00Emily-ismI had to share this even though it happened last week. Emily was on the phone with a certain grandmother who will remain nameless (that makes it pretty hard to narrow down, huh? :), and said in motherly fashion:<br /><br />"Nana, you really need to go to the dentist because, you're pretty old."<br /><br />Needless to say, Brian and I were rolling on the floor while at the same time trying to explain to our 3 1/2 year old why she might not want to say that to people. Luckily, Nana has a sense of humor as well.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-54791217689667673992009-03-15T12:50:00.001-07:002009-03-15T12:52:13.938-07:00How to stop a runny nose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL2im8ktoiwSdIHTsfrmynbcAhedUT2cxrXvDJVwV3uh8KTORTCoxj8kva0VRLUctpkcEetQ8tTIdl5tFeROJl-zREhQ7LS6XjmGgZHdPPuMmZZJ2IS3VIA_hZGsJKpPjpdGOo4lvQyM/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL2im8ktoiwSdIHTsfrmynbcAhedUT2cxrXvDJVwV3uh8KTORTCoxj8kva0VRLUctpkcEetQ8tTIdl5tFeROJl-zREhQ7LS6XjmGgZHdPPuMmZZJ2IS3VIA_hZGsJKpPjpdGOo4lvQyM/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313504624319576578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I don't think there is much more to say here...Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-48987063857262586532009-03-10T14:10:00.001-07:002009-03-11T13:34:53.305-07:00My amazing family!!!I am so blessed by my family. I have an awesome husband, two wonderful little girls, a great dog (I can't forget about her!), and will soon have a sweet little boy as well. I am 26 1/2 weeks right now, and, as most soon to be mothers will tell you, am feeling <span style="font-weight: bold;">LESS</span> than attractive at this point. This is why you will see NO pictures of me from here on out unless they are <span style="font-style: italic;">professionally</span> done, airbrushed and polished!<br /><br />Yesterday was just...one of those days. It is Spring Break week here for our kids, and the girls do not have preschool this week, so when they were fussing and yelling, not sharing, AND having meltdowns at <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">9am</span> on a Monday, I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get through this week! We had TONS of errands to get done that morning, and add to that my physical state, which, in the last month or so, has begun to quickly deteriorate.<br /><br />...by deteriorate I simply mean that this little boy I've got inside me is doing what I see as irreparable damage to my rear end! I've been so blessed by a non-eventful pregnancy so far, you'd think I'd be ever so grateful for my expanding backside! Oh, well, that's the way it goes. I wouldn't trade any of these precious kiddos for all the liposuction and tummy tucks in the world!<br /><br />SOOOO, on this particular Monday, Brian happened to call in the midst of all the chaos to see how the day was going. I burst into tears...did I mention that I'm a little emotional as well? Poor guy, I sobbed with long strings of snot hanging from my nose and managed to tell him between crying and laughing at my sad state that the day was...not going so well.<br /><br />The next thing I know, he is on his way home to save the day. I have the most amazing husband. I didn't ask him to do this, I would NEVER ask him to do this, he is just the most considerate, understanding person I know, and I'm so blessed to call him my husband. AND, he walks in the door a half hour later with a bouquet of flowers for his pathetic wife!<br /><br />The flowers!! Thank you hon!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhx6_BseKxG-1fV8nhHbCOsDzWBoq8OQPbyZHohpKaTqPR0Iq6pvR3xx-q1AeaMEI7UsKyvRyb9GZSb9phr7fMl-INSs3T8RuXK1VKAz52XM_3A1jSpzLhv8dTdMn7PZAttuahveKzguY/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhx6_BseKxG-1fV8nhHbCOsDzWBoq8OQPbyZHohpKaTqPR0Iq6pvR3xx-q1AeaMEI7UsKyvRyb9GZSb9phr7fMl-INSs3T8RuXK1VKAz52XM_3A1jSpzLhv8dTdMn7PZAttuahveKzguY/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669727926681570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I forgot to mention my adorable kids. When they saw me crying on the phone, Emily came over immediately with a very concerned look on her face and asked, "what's wrong, mommy?"<br />This, of course, just started the floodgates flowing all over again. She walked up to me, said I needed a hug, and just wrapped her little arms around me and patted my back. What an angel. THEN, Addison, comes over and wraps her arms around Emily AND me, so we just sat there for a while and hugged. It was one of those moments as a parent that you feel like everything is just perfect and the way it should be. They are so precious.<br /><br />...and then, right after the hug, Addison hit Emily in the face by accident, but Emily dramatically fell backwards onto the floor and began screeching and holding her face, which made Addison start screeching...you get the picture. I had to laugh at the irony of it all!<br /><br />Anyway, to my sweet kids and wonderful husband, thank you so much for the love you shower on me everyday, I love you more than you'll ever know!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-13198151666741864402009-02-28T13:23:00.000-08:002009-02-28T14:03:42.864-08:00Joe!!Today was an exciting day for Emily! Joe McDermott, a children's singer based in Austin, Texas, was here in San Antonio today for a performance at a local bookstore. He is absolutely hilarious, has the greatest children's songs, and Emily ADORES him. If this gives you an idea of the "groupie" we have on our hands, I was told by Emily's preschool teacher this year that on any given day, she can often be found on the playground performing Joe McDermott songs for her fellow teachers and friends.<br /><br />She has been looking forward to this morning <span style="font-style: italic;">ALL</span> week long, and Joe did not disappoint. Here is a cute video of one of his songs below:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyiz09MQ4BnWeyxYho36QHS1Y9fJVB058St5_BqnB5wqvjQS9gdVHFAX-MaOr0kb2rICMLiCS9rPvr2et_VYw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Emily is the one down in the front left hand side of the video with a pink jacket on. She had a blast! Addison did not venture out to see Joe too much, there were just so many books to pull off the shelves, screaming to be done, and people to hug.<br /><br />When we left, Emily insisted that when we get home, we needed to write Joe a letter to tell him what a good job he did today. Too cute! And for the grand finale, a picture of Emily and Joe after the performance:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeX-stJSyznXxhs-YAZBR6rKIT-zL-exlhoueCvMZO0t01tQBJTSXJuj1dygpULzZ-9Iy9Fo2O7bC7vrv9iHbqMIhgjLeJThXcd-N_7VnRS9AuxUCTcAaE_IM-FJ4k-1UcKbqD4iANUY/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeX-stJSyznXxhs-YAZBR6rKIT-zL-exlhoueCvMZO0t01tQBJTSXJuj1dygpULzZ-9Iy9Fo2O7bC7vrv9iHbqMIhgjLeJThXcd-N_7VnRS9AuxUCTcAaE_IM-FJ4k-1UcKbqD4iANUY/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307971976547322370" border="0" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144242300562864992.post-51816956376263271252009-02-22T12:25:00.000-08:002009-02-22T12:57:44.111-08:00Baby brother!!!Ok, so I've been REALLY bad about posting anything at all about this latest pregnancy, much less anything about the fact that we're having a BOY!!! I know those of you that read this blog are well aware of this, however, since this blog is supposed to be an account for me (when I become old and senile and can't remember anything...oh wait, it's already happening) to remember the special things that our kids do, I'm already FAR behind in the life of this little one!<br /><br />Well, everyone, meet baby brother. I can already tell he's going to be trouble. As you can see, instead of waving a polite "hello" to the ultrasound tech, he has chosen to unabashedly moon us all, <span style="font-weight: bold;">AND</span> give us a very close up view of his "business".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3w37v1qC6F4YZViYyJr47IpfUguu6x7ACDB0nRYBfOmneKcrgWLChVTEBn0wNFvmODF_2dttUIYzrp1ikXQ4Swrp9k2OuSFmBwr8waIgy0mgL7jTq5jemjHhTW7KDpSb08XIcXQv5dE/s1600-h/img003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3w37v1qC6F4YZViYyJr47IpfUguu6x7ACDB0nRYBfOmneKcrgWLChVTEBn0wNFvmODF_2dttUIYzrp1ikXQ4Swrp9k2OuSFmBwr8waIgy0mgL7jTq5jemjHhTW7KDpSb08XIcXQv5dE/s400/img003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305720627143193874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Not that I'm too surprised by his behavior. Both of his big sisters can frequently be found around the house in "not so lady-like" positions. Daddy is appalled by this at times, I most of the time think it's not a big deal...I have no idea where they get this from...<br /><br />Wow, I just read what I wrote above. He is going to have TWO big sisters. That means when all of this is said and done, we will have not one...not TWO, but <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">THREE KIDS</span>!!!! Does that sound a little crazy to anyone else? I usually try not to think about it too much because I start to get a little dizzy, break out into a cold sweat, and crave a margarita...virgin, of course :)<br /><br />You may be wondering how this pregnancy is going, considering that my body loves to get pregnant, but once the kids are inside, they can't WAIT to get out! Things are actually going great right now. I'm 24 weeks today (baby due June 14th), and usually by this time am RAGING with Braxton Hicks contractions (which is what put me on bedrest for 8 weeks with Addison). So far, I have only a handful of contractions a day, which for me is very manageable, and not troublesome at this point. Overall, I have felt really good, and have been able to keep up some light swimming a couple of times a week. I had an OB appointment last week...<br /><br />...I digress for a minute, Emily came with me to the appointment, it was too cute, she got to hear baby brother's heartbeat and her eyes just got HUGE, she thought it was the coolest thing...<br />...also, in the waiting room, Emily insisted on telling everyone she saw that Barack Obama was our president, and that Joe Biden was our vice president. I don't think anyone was too impressed, they probably were already aware of this fact...<br /><br />....or maybe they just didn't want to be reminded ;)<br /><br />ANYWAY, at the appointment, my OB and I came up with a plan for tackling those pesky contractions: if and when I start to have rhythmic contractions, we will start progesterone injections right away to hopefully ease them up. So please pray for a healthy pregnancy, healthy baby and healthy delivery (on time!!!)<br /><br />The girls are excited about having a brother, at least Emily is very excited. Addison simply understands that when she points to my tummy, she says "baby". Baby brother frequently gets sweet kisses from Emily and she likes to cover my tummy with a blanket because he gets cold. Too cute. I think Emily will be fine with having another sibling. She is a natural nurterer, and loves playing mommy to anyone and anything. Addison I wonder about sometimes...she is very cuddly, a bit more temperamental, a <span style="font-style: italic;">total</span> mama's girl, and I can see her having a bit more trouble with this one. It's going to be fun to see how they react to him!<br /><br />Ah, yes, why do we keep calling him baby brother? Well, we have some names that have made the final cut list, but we have not chosen anything for certain yet. So until I have further details, the best I can do for you is baby brother!<br /><br />We'll keep you posted on any new developments!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11490236639796709788noreply@blogger.com0