tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41332424114885325062024-11-08T08:59:45.610-08:00Live, Laugh, Lovewith the BryandsAMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-36650231152780382322012-06-10T21:06:00.000-07:002012-06-10T21:07:46.638-07:009 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrK_0_QU0bsWZIKRJdCDMdJNIewCex30n6z5J0baVgVG13AeaeM-_KH5eLtv057ApliXRRaIZP4Kwaqqf37M7-XkJ7OFJRxvjv4oJxQNr7xzbecko8g1rwYGDsyEvCRr0M8s30pOtihwR/s1600/IMG_2726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrK_0_QU0bsWZIKRJdCDMdJNIewCex30n6z5J0baVgVG13AeaeM-_KH5eLtv057ApliXRRaIZP4Kwaqqf37M7-XkJ7OFJRxvjv4oJxQNr7xzbecko8g1rwYGDsyEvCRr0M8s30pOtihwR/s400/IMG_2726.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> That's right, my baby boy is 3/4 of the way through his first year of life. So I will share a little about what Matthew, aka Matty, aka Bud Bud, aka little buddy, aka Matty boo, aka Matta, aka&nbsp;Sparty&nbsp;is up to these days. Well, for some reason our happy little guy disappeared sometime in his 6th month.&nbsp; I am still trying to figure out why he seems so unhappy most days.&nbsp; I just find it so hard to believe that his happy, easy going personality just disappeared basically overnight.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, he still has plenty of happy moments and I can usually get a smile out of him, they just don't last long. He really isn't content most days for more than 10 minutes at a time before he begins to fuss and then all out cry. He isn't&nbsp;a fan of the&nbsp;swing, exersaucer or jumparoo.&nbsp; Most of the time he is somewhat content when we go out somewhere, so needless to say we definitely get out of the house EVERY day. I have really tried to figure out what it could be and I am at a loss.&nbsp; His reflux seems to be as controlled as it is going to get and I don't notice many of the obvious signs of the reflux anymore.&nbsp; Although, with "silent reflux" sometimes there are no signs other than the baby obviously being in pain.&nbsp; The only sign I ever had with Abby's reflux was her refusal to eat when she wasn't taking her Zantac.&nbsp; I wonder a lot if it isn't actually the Prevacid that he is on that is causing him to be so grumpy most of the time.&nbsp; Not much I can do about it though until he outgrows this nasty reflux.&nbsp; The other day I thought I would try to give him a bottle without thickening his formula. Yeah, not a good idea.&nbsp; His "silent" reflux apparently wouldn't be so silent anymore without the thickener.&nbsp; He threw up 5 times in the next two hours.&nbsp; Guess the thickener really is helping to keep things down.&nbsp; I just wonder if it isn't still coming up his esophagus into his throat but not all the way out. For now we have done pretty much everything we can do for him and it is just a waiting game as we pray every day that he outgrows it when he starts walking and we can put this all behind us!<br /> <br /> Sleeping: Unfortunately sleeping hasn't improved since my last post.&nbsp; It has actually gone downhill a bit.&nbsp; He takes two naps now after starting to scream all the way through the third one everyday when he was 7 1/2 months.&nbsp; His naps are typically anywhere from 1 to 1.5 hours, which I can't complain too much about since Abby was the queen of half hour naps at this age.&nbsp; However, Abby was sleeping 12-13 hours at night.&nbsp; Matthew...not so much!&nbsp; Things went a little downhill when I stopped swaddling him and he got his DOC band all in the same week. He is always up between 3am and 5am.&nbsp; The only thing that gets him to calm down and go back to sleep is a bottle.&nbsp; So he gets 5 oz during the night still, which I am sure his pediatrician will tell me is not necessary at his appointment tomorrow. The worst part is that he doesn't just go right back to sleep after his bottle.&nbsp; He doesn't cry once he has had the bottle(SOOOO thankful for that) but he just can't get back to sleep.&nbsp; He just rolls around his crib usually taking an hour to go back to sleep and sometimes only for a half hour.&nbsp; Most days he is up for good between 6am and 6:30am.&nbsp; If he doesn't wake up for his bottle before 5 am he usually does not go back to sleep at all after he has it.&nbsp; Seems like a simple solution right? Just don't go in and give him a bottle when he wakes.&nbsp; Only problem is I am 95% sure he would not go back to sleep at all without that bottle which means I have an even crankier baby that has been up since 4am.&nbsp; He also has to have his Prevacid on an empty stomach at least 30 minutes before his bottle.&nbsp; He is already a cranky beast waiting to get his bottle after I get him up in the morning, I can't even imagine how much fun he would be if he hadn't at least had that 5oz a few hours before. I hope to at least try some sort of sleep training next month when Marc is home for a long weekend, as I will need his help entertaining a very angry baby who has been awake since 3 or 4 am.&nbsp; I feel like I have to at least try to help him learn to sleep through that time every morning though.&nbsp; He is just not getting enough sleep at night, even with a 6:15 bedtime.&nbsp; (And yes, I have tried putting him to bed later and he still wakes and the same time and gets even less sleep. :( )&nbsp; I just really don't want to be getting up at night still with an 18 month old, which is my fear if we don't try to change this waking habit.&nbsp; Ahhhh, the joys of parenthood!&nbsp; Good thing we love love love this kid to pieces! Boy, was I spoiled with Abby!<br /> <br /> Movement:&nbsp; We have some!!!!&nbsp; Last month he started army crawling and is getting better at it every day.&nbsp; Just this week he finally started using both sides of his body instead of just his right leg and left arm.&nbsp; I am hopeful that soon he will be up on all fours crawling.&nbsp; I think this will help him to stay a little more content because he can get where he wants to go much faster and won't be putting so much pressure on his belly and possibly aggravating his reflux.&nbsp; I just cannot wait for him to walk for so many reasons! And no I will never wish for him to be less mobile :) When you have a baby with health concerns, it completely changes how you look at things.&nbsp; When he is all over the place getting into things it means he has the health and physical ability to do so!<br /> <br /> Eating: This little guy's digestive system continues to&nbsp;stump us!&nbsp; He still gets very little baby food for a couple reasons.&nbsp; #1) He just isn't all that interested.&nbsp; He will eat a tablespoon or two and then not want anymore, yet still be willing to suck down 7 oz of formula right after.&nbsp; #2) He hasn't tolerated many foods very well.&nbsp; The only foods we have found that his system seems to tolerate are sweet potatoes and pears.&nbsp; Our food trials also keep getting messed up by sickness and ear infections so I am never quite sure if it is the sickness, ear infection, antibiotics or food messing with him.&nbsp; It has been a very slow process.&nbsp; He also doesn't not handle anything other than purees.&nbsp; He will gag and throw up on only a tiny little piece of a puff.&nbsp; Needless to say I have learned to only try when he has an empty stomach.&nbsp; So, for now, his main source of nutrition still comes from his elemental formula.<br /> <br /> Despite all of our difficulties with this sweet boy, I feel so blessed everyday to have him.&nbsp; Even with all his fussing and crying he brings a smile to my face every single day and it is fun to watch his personality emerging during his "happy" times!&nbsp; He is so much different that Abby was and I am a little worried for what my future holds.&nbsp; I think I am in for it with this one.&nbsp; I certainly don't see him sleeping happily in his crib until he is over 3 years old like his sister.&nbsp; I am willing to bet he has climbed out before his second birthday.&nbsp; He is all boy and loves to make as much noise as possible and is quite destructive already!<br /> <br /> A note about the above picture: He has been in his DOC band for 6 weeks now.&nbsp; His head was&nbsp;somewhat flat on the back and right side so we decided that even though it wasn't severe we would rather try to fix it than regret not fixing it after it was too late.&nbsp; We are hoping he only has another 4-6 weeks left to wear it. His head seems to be responding well, at least I think so.&nbsp; The things on his hands that look like workout gloves are actually thumb splints.&nbsp; He has had some difficulties physically and is receiving occupational and physical therapy. Once of his issues has been that he tends to keep his thumbs tucked in and has difficulty manipulating objects because his thumbs don't do what they are supposed to.&nbsp; The thumb splints are intended to keep a good stretch between his thumb and finger so that the muscle doesn't tighten enough to make thumb movement even more difficult.&nbsp; Between the helmet and the gloves, we get A LOT of stares when we are out in public.&nbsp;There have also been some discrepancies between the right and left side of his body, which has brought up suspicion of an in utero stroke with his pediatrician and therapists.&nbsp; At this point we are taking a wait and see approach before we put him under sedation for an MRI.&nbsp; Even if the MRI did show a stroke, it would not change anything we are doing so we don't feel it is completely necessary right now.&nbsp; He is getting the therapies he needs and that is most important.AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-177248992440296552012-02-10T20:12:00.001-08:002012-02-10T20:44:51.020-08:00Matty is 5 Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zfbNuH8J88uDLhKUMLm-04sVg1DIr_HllG6Xpgvc1COx3xSID2VPFw-KzcNNf1POBJLwhU-nlH8dO7IGmG2BiN0PdCVXWpZgwzNeURuz37uS4KYiyQmM5venKZ_UCdkrcfRMRsq9lGrA/s1600/IMG_1168.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707726320046295794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zfbNuH8J88uDLhKUMLm-04sVg1DIr_HllG6Xpgvc1COx3xSID2VPFw-KzcNNf1POBJLwhU-nlH8dO7IGmG2BiN0PdCVXWpZgwzNeURuz37uS4KYiyQmM5venKZ_UCdkrcfRMRsq9lGrA/s400/IMG_1168.jpg" /></a> My sweet boy turned 5 months yesterday. He is a happy little guy most of the time and love, love, loves his big sister! He is full of smiles for her every day. He is a pretty laid back little guy, but also highly sensitive. He is very jumpy and startled easily.<br />He has been slow to reach milestones and still is not reaching for toys or rolling from back to belly. As much as I try not to worry and realize that all kids are on their own timeline, it is pretty much impossible for the worry wort within :).<br />Our sleeping has GREATLY improved since getting the reflux under control a little more. Bedtime is between 6:30pm and 7:00pm and he sleeps until 5am, when, like clockwork, he wakes every morning. He gets a diaper change and a bottle and then I put him back to bed. He is such a good little guy and goes back to sleep with no complaints until sometime between 7am and 8am. He naps 3 times a day for anywhere from 30 minutes to 1.5 hours. He almost always (90 % of the time) wakes up after 30 minutes, but will sometimes go back to sleep for another 30-60 minutes.<br />He is wearing 12 month size clothes and size 3 diapers, drools like crazy, always has a hand in his mouth, likes to play with his feet, hates being on his tummy, likes to blow raspberries, doesn't "talk" much, HATES it when I sing to him, smiles and laughs all the time and I love him!AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-40420915093489123952012-02-10T19:00:00.000-08:002012-02-10T21:21:43.746-08:00Our BattleAfter Matthew was born, it didn't take long to realize something was not right with his digestive system. In his first 24 hours he had over 10 bowel movements. He was nursing and also getting a formula supplement. Our first thought (as well as the nurse's) was that he has a milk sensitivity. Abby is milk protein intolerant so it wasn't a total shock. He was switched to soy formula and I stopped consuming dairy. Switching to the soy formula didn't seem to do the trick completely because after I got him home he was still having bowel movements 20+ times on some days. I continued to nurse him and supplement until he was a few weeks old and then gave up nursing because his poor little bottom was so horribly covered in bright red diaper rash from all the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">poopy</span> diapers. I tried pumping until I could get him figured out and get all the dairy out of my system. It just proved to be way to difficult trying to manage a preschooler, a newborn and a pump. Giving up breastfeeding was, BY FAR, the hardest decision I have made as a mother. The guilt is so incredibly overwhelming when you feel like you are failing your child. It is still difficult for me to think about 5 months later. Every time he has been sick or hard to comfort I feel that guilt racing through my veins, even knowing what I know now (no matter how long I avoided dairy, he would not have tolerated breast milk)<br /><br />When he was 2 weeks old I started noticing that he was choking every time I laid him down. He also began having trouble sleeping would only sleep 5-20 minutes before he would wake up, turn bright red, choke and gag. I recognized immediately that he was suffering from acid reflux. His pediatrician noticed the reflux was so bad that his throat was red and irritated from stomach acid coming up and burning it. She put him on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zantac</span>. To my surprise it did nothing for him. Abby also had reflux but nothing even close to as severe as Matthew and she did wonderfully on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zantac</span>, although she did need it until she was 13 months old. We moved him to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Prevacid</span> and continued to have problems. By the time he was 6 weeks old he was refusing to eat more than an ounce or two at a time and was beginning to fall off his weight curve quickly.<br /><br />I won't put you through all the painful details of what my poor little man has been through. I will do my best to summarize....5 formulas, 3 medicines, 3 thickeners (for his formula), 1 upper GI, 1 swallow study and two pediatric GI appointments later we finally have things a little more under control. He ended up on an elemental formula, or as we like to refer to it, liquid gold. It is an extremely expensive amino acid based formula that contains no protein chains for his body to break down. He is finally getting some sleep and I rarely hear him swallowing his reflux anymore. We recently tried decreasing his medicine dose and he began having problems eating again immediately. So, our magic combo seems to be the right dose of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">PPI</span> medicine (decreases the amount of acid in his stomach) and the formula along with a thickener that weighs it down in his stomach. I don't see him being able to go without the medicine until sometime between 12 and 18 months.<br /><br />I am so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">relieved</span> to be to the point we are. It has been incredibly difficult to see my baby suffering and in pain, not knowing when we would figure out what he needed to get some relief. Many prayers have been answered and for that I am grateful.AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-57790965266902941712012-02-10T18:17:00.001-08:002012-02-10T18:53:54.642-08:005 Months LateAnnouncing Matthew Leo Bryand....5 months late :) So, I am a little behind on my blogging. Would you expect anything else? Matthew (or Matty as he has come to be called) arrived via c-section on September 9, 2011. He weighed in at a healthy 9 lbs 6 oz and was 20 inches long. <br /><div></div><br /><div>I absolutely LOVE these pictures that my friend from high school, Natalie, took when he was a week old. She has such amazing talent and took these great shots right in the middle of my living room. I love remembering the time when Matthew would sleep like, um...well, a baby! So great that we could manipulate him for our photo pleasure for 2 hours and he slept right through it all. That kind of peaceful sleeping didn't last long, but that is a whole other post!<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707703528571960434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Sd84JrcahusGpullM5wlCov4FRuTzeBrEHu4GW1cY0uRTZsvE_ijMKeyCxKJ8lwzINUu9q_lmA-1bK-TnDZGtACISw174eqOgdzryfgW-HcMc2FE-EqYWXoi9KPvDa9VlxSCgHttilRG/s400/392302_2692286108623_1300621370_3112148_1769630848_n.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7Ym7Y1UI1xWIu0S5OVVhhqEVKEQs9-SRI78SKqYKluR3dDWR7_H56V9EPRU_LvPIT6Sic8JFopNa9DnC4xghWeYhrntcMXeCkeSTHVvHsUhyXQjy2XeX06PSSuhJ9gFtYcCxNHJlPtRQ/s1600/319543_2692275268352_1300621370_3112139_396490145_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707697090197716690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7Ym7Y1UI1xWIu0S5OVVhhqEVKEQs9-SRI78SKqYKluR3dDWR7_H56V9EPRU_LvPIT6Sic8JFopNa9DnC4xghWeYhrntcMXeCkeSTHVvHsUhyXQjy2XeX06PSSuhJ9gFtYcCxNHJlPtRQ/s400/319543_2692275268352_1300621370_3112139_396490145_n.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDp0qo0Gt9M-EO_xJ6kipve8raYIkD8pRyzi8Qq-DuqABH4iIk0Gk1CjTLaqTZwffbmFB6ALMYljxOJdZiNitOI80c-jARsIP62OZnYjbjhCcXYwnDkJVfVzpL_ywy4dxDoMWplHVG8Pi/s1600/312164_2692272188275_1300621370_3112135_1683585103_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707696844531192450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IM6WjvicoZmMDt0d8BUJvBqGIPnWYzj05zVNuSd64zQxUdwEjkRr8aUlvJleszC4JC0E4XVCb23xeSYVRaB0i_z2oodq4z-JQaFlOhqZ5vEMoNQe6acMmKe2Auk-bxcfmNUHJT2AOIRS/s400/310676_10150375944448064_662998063_9981925_1679547894_n.jpg" /></a>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-54648386234799239532011-08-25T20:07:00.001-07:002011-08-25T20:26:56.907-07:001st Dentist AppointmentAbby had her very first appointment with the dentist this week. I know, I know, I put it off longer than I should have. Her pediatrician recommended her first visit to be right when she turned 3 and I am just lucky I got it in before she turned 4. Why must I put these things off? Well, I expected it to go much differently than it did, and perhaps 6 months ago it would have gone that way. However, my little sweet pea did AWESOME!!! No crying! No complaining! Did exactly what she was asked to do through the entire visit! Even the dentist made a comment about what an amazing patient she was. So proud! Oh yeah, and NO CAVITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br /> <br /><div align="center"></div> <br /><div align="center">Getting those cute little teeth nice and clean!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCuoGpXA0CWhQahQp8L33ESV2CqTc3r8bJ5hMRGlmntARoHfnWuhr7SefAP7u6wp69aFOcQy80z-abhyphenhyphenpT4pmSUS3PBDgCJgn65QdvOti3dg8d9RMftuYpLB0Ljc5cxdDMCJNQ7GMJxlc/s1600/IMG_9374.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644996747000981618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCuoGpXA0CWhQahQp8L33ESV2CqTc3r8bJ5hMRGlmntARoHfnWuhr7SefAP7u6wp69aFOcQy80z-abhyphenhyphenpT4pmSUS3PBDgCJgn65QdvOti3dg8d9RMftuYpLB0Ljc5cxdDMCJNQ7GMJxlc/s400/IMG_9374.jpg" /></a> Brought along her beloved blankies and kitty <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9EMkgUanhkfkB3saqQC6egLHiUHAsgfd8IZ_S58HNG1K_8hg6GaCN7FjECWpNW_6_iEPxpD9VU_1xxVl0zVzhr_4RFP8len-qZkGufXxhjBiYcaVtwgiPg4VfYugQLnvtcaya1QLSVn9/s1600/IMG_9376.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644996739616685330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9EMkgUanhkfkB3saqQC6egLHiUHAsgfd8IZ_S58HNG1K_8hg6GaCN7FjECWpNW_6_iEPxpD9VU_1xxVl0zVzhr_4RFP8len-qZkGufXxhjBiYcaVtwgiPg4VfYugQLnvtcaya1QLSVn9/s400/IMG_9376.jpg" /></a> All done! <br /> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO-Pu1pobm6WeE5Y-7YQC8WFqTvsjmWyYqd2KGZgAn76wB11-4fIQB8YaKo3zgEQIRGhSOuZWf5GQW4E6kmNsfWmpsPuujzBdr8hz7413kpWDWXwksuB6k83_pi4r05pgtoWXnrGNxN4v/s1600/IMG_9377.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644996738066655410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO-Pu1pobm6WeE5Y-7YQC8WFqTvsjmWyYqd2KGZgAn76wB11-4fIQB8YaKo3zgEQIRGhSOuZWf5GQW4E6kmNsfWmpsPuujzBdr8hz7413kpWDWXwksuB6k83_pi4r05pgtoWXnrGNxN4v/s400/IMG_9377.jpg" /></a></div> <br /></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-70766781496889794212011-08-25T11:51:00.000-07:002011-08-25T12:01:26.140-07:00Daddy's Birthday!Marc celebrated his 39th birthday on the 14th! Next year comes the big 4-0! Such a lucky guy to look about 10 years younger than he really is. Abby and I made had fun making him a birthday cake as usual. <br /> <br /> <br /><div align="center">Blowing out the candle!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644868942342379362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni4l5RM0XWbIOC7ESTD1rr5JPk8kMIVVbQd_FoU0TSajW73hrqLdaZyNw2DC9EHS0hvQPTj-U3P12c5gPbtkxhMs6JtqNGWdzmvt6KKu3-c5GAbjw9yJRaTEDh2GPOHZf0NqQgux8hRgq/s400/IMG_9320.jpg" />Enjoying some of our hard work (none for mommy though - darn gestational diabetes!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTfSzTcesGHqgayK6OUPC6MB7mMD4gD1QU-jvoycfr8dhnReS3NMixdnnViwLdJMxPuiDuSEy42fVSnPg1SlleXcqgZKKHHNxHic7dkbYdhaipQlJN5jXaKopvUmkG9AtWSHKP5zOb3pM/s1600/IMG_9322.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644868955163050754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTfSzTcesGHqgayK6OUPC6MB7mMD4gD1QU-jvoycfr8dhnReS3NMixdnnViwLdJMxPuiDuSEy42fVSnPg1SlleXcqgZKKHHNxHic7dkbYdhaipQlJN5jXaKopvUmkG9AtWSHKP5zOb3pM/s400/IMG_9322.jpg" /></a> Chocolate face! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSLi03UHmjpFqBdfHbOgSd7JXZZAu23oA_CWTKVb_7QHMWUvEUzgpLfWYKuwc_jO8ag6HIwzwaqbtTAeJ-hWXHioXm70BpuBfhToX4yiuLoyvWuTe4j59rNqVCi8wo57vZCMfJkE2OI7f/s1600/IMG_9324.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644868952388726306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSLi03UHmjpFqBdfHbOgSd7JXZZAu23oA_CWTKVb_7QHMWUvEUzgpLfWYKuwc_jO8ag6HIwzwaqbtTAeJ-hWXHioXm70BpuBfhToX4yiuLoyvWuTe4j59rNqVCi8wo57vZCMfJkE2OI7f/s400/IMG_9324.jpg" /></a></div> <br />AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-89713196603481329402011-08-21T19:32:00.000-07:002011-08-21T21:31:12.916-07:00Matthew's RoomWe FINALLY finished Matthew's room! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wowsa</span>, was it a lot of work!! Thank goodness I am pretty happy with how it turned out. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643514491515707122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVWxQMv5J-8pjyOcqWxx0RCLEmgXdJdIGBaNfkD6wSjtG0_kZaYtccx9N8VWqNdc1NuQXB2YZqiD4nd3FFz94x4UWYEvHlaDXNCfb6dkA4ccjsrfDelVAbUTS_sfnBZzRPyvDVotzGzSo/s400/IMG_9373.jpg" />Marc stained and hung hooks on this unfinished shelf I found on clearance at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">JoAnn's</span>. We painted 2x2 blocks and then glued wood letters on them to make his name blocks. Then we hung the blocks from the hooks with ribbon.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643509450798220530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnwaRe7TLeOfp8gljMdPRwt3o7QMnjl08prnJdgKpzSei2Rkcx17zAQ2bq5JbZ9Ez44l5AwhuFsD0G1mDji1Zokt4yrkHLkae4M1pxdpRfYDHiUQIHKIzzfuoaOxthj-HJdBgymkbxWjM/s400/IMG_9348.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRgJmgjQmbzjTBsMvLAanV3o06kFlQTnvlbi5vF7sK1gABetwkspJkCW3Rq0m49cdlwILSWfvhndH_O4gvWPxLQpSTMYcnqZMSIvvbhf_ZX10icduSSTm21eeDuKEfFbB_rpE-8CUevrr/s1600/IMG_9349.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643509244170596562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRgJmgjQmbzjTBsMvLAanV3o06kFlQTnvlbi5vF7sK1gABetwkspJkCW3Rq0m49cdlwILSWfvhndH_O4gvWPxLQpSTMYcnqZMSIvvbhf_ZX10icduSSTm21eeDuKEfFbB_rpE-8CUevrr/s400/IMG_9349.jpg" /></a>Stenciling.....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahhhhhh</span>! If I never see another stencil in my life it will be way too soon! After stenciling flowers above the chair rail in Abby's room , I swore I would never do it again. Well, I did, and I hated it even more this time around. Not sure if you have ever stenciled, but it is not like you can just run a roller over the stencil. Your brush has to be very dry and you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">literally</span> have to tap the paint on to the wall so it doesn't bleed under the stencil. Each circle required about 5-10 coats of paint. I thought I would never finish! I think my total time spent stenciling was about 16 hours.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaYz1C1yg1McqPJdAiucZCmM44jA-0hU_8Pp28jkq4sg-zYxjqjQuYbi87uQ_FwyhAN5zmVgITDEbiFqAnNvx3NoDZ6UrFSfP23nnNlMH_QiudvguBiSaUfYqnUvng1MfhzSkq7fzcMt2/s1600/IMG_9367.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643509240187954898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaYz1C1yg1McqPJdAiucZCmM44jA-0hU_8Pp28jkq4sg-zYxjqjQuYbi87uQ_FwyhAN5zmVgITDEbiFqAnNvx3NoDZ6UrFSfP23nnNlMH_QiudvguBiSaUfYqnUvng1MfhzSkq7fzcMt2/s400/IMG_9367.jpg" /></a> Marc's biggest project for the room was this dresser I found on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Craigslist</span> for $40.00. It was a hideous beast, but I knew it had potential. Marc spent countless hours in the garage sanding all the nasty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">forest</span> green paint off it and then staining it to match the crib. We finished it off with some pretty new knobs and then Marc stained the chair rail to match the crib and dresser.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643509850846108354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicI1Zx2d-t3V_Lid3LdrwW0zJKUG3cHgRJ3mIbY3j_gzBgnmziUA4DK6AHVsU-0uzz3EL8C3AMF2qEPKWvANXbAUBHHo_ySS1HDewKCmwgToaT_KF4MZ_GcO1ulq4UPaqjAN3RYdNSVu6a/s400/IMG_9356.jpg" />Here is the before picture of the hideous beast....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ICK</span>!! The sides were the most work because they were painted completely green. Lots and lots of sanding to get it all off.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643513286501870210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmoEUI6BdInE3_2ouX6sFB8a3pRurirWlyBqb_wtog4pCvgZjtpUF29_mgzAEaSP5BsaGd-Ttz6WvpIRTpSfvQF6FwmVwV6WGAFjk3ANeFQsH6e_avcomXVr785rVbIpEowqV8Uxq3AVA/s400/Dresser+before.jpg" />Although not ideal space wise, I really wanted to keep a full size bed in the room since this room used to be our guest room. Not sure how many guests will ever get to use it, but I am sure I will get a lot of use out of it until Matthew is sleeping through the night so I don't disturb Marc when he has to get up for work.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-adp6z2McMxzs85NejDByfH584AF1JOm4ItN212he0NmxNhFrSVjPE4NLMU6p5caP8LTapy5cZCoWeH2mjj1Od7Heo1xZ9VlPurGjefzrO4IfEy429KJi90txvWvqNNWW5kqgW588qHX/s1600/IMG_9360.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643506678259820866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-adp6z2McMxzs85NejDByfH584AF1JOm4ItN212he0NmxNhFrSVjPE4NLMU6p5caP8LTapy5cZCoWeH2mjj1Od7Heo1xZ9VlPurGjefzrO4IfEy429KJi90txvWvqNNWW5kqgW588qHX/s400/IMG_9360.jpg" /></a>These squares were originally intended to be hung as a headboard for the bed but I decided I liked the idea of using them for the whole wall instead. I took 12x12 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Styrofoam</span> squares and then covered them in this super cute dot material.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26XxC4NZ1Rnjaa7_sYUi6bWWlYlUfgnIACPCfYUsDvwHRk3xbPlU1H6qwduOBifhUzs8YNkq4mCE301EaMJZnFt7f7xmn7MJk3H2Mb4q0dCBH7vGeMxqw_08-GodBKcYfasAfvHFYk39C/s1600/IMG_9351.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643526797800657202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRe-TvVOUBNF3VxCx3GXqP8DtLE-n-OpiwbnrAzDBui075Johc2BJEw1rHPxizzjHTyFSdj-6uudHy54iBhmazhsMW0TuSECZzo25PrcxbUupOnFzEW8O4o5EGPzD70PoLdwwTFvGqsfIT/s400/IMG_9353.jpg" /></a> <br />I had this comfy recliner in Abby's room for the last 3 1/2 years and it has been amazing. It was so nice for the countless hours I spent nursing her as a baby and then to read books in every night before bed ever since. She has grown quite attached to the chair and shed some tears when I told her I needed it in Matthew's room. It took some serious bribing to get the chair out of her room and she still keeps asking for it back, but I am hoping with time she will stop missing it so much :(.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643506674157531698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26XxC4NZ1Rnjaa7_sYUi6bWWlYlUfgnIACPCfYUsDvwHRk3xbPlU1H6qwduOBifhUzs8YNkq4mCE301EaMJZnFt7f7xmn7MJk3H2Mb4q0dCBH7vGeMxqw_08-GodBKcYfasAfvHFYk39C/s400/IMG_9351.jpg" />I love, love, love the words we put on the wall!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643527222015893346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznZQHE9AJBrqdgH01OJaL3kQiKppdi3zH9-xD9da_d3zb5yRmWD9lWmqDQXXZ1d-X9ecCr_Ji2fWuAIjEKwEv7CnNQ9f_CSiAUSr6kVQ4HfBiwHJYOx_KoVhMfvwn3hBzeUFRhEhBYlAl/s400/IMG_9352.jpg" />And to finish the room off, we did a wall of stripes just like Abby's room.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw7c7UqXG2A7iSdIMPvZIbaYO9ZZv1-3NTLGGHgytJSK6e_zLqqrq-JBzf-wsoUwM9yQxaWk9RL56L8uAKy23shYeTHqL7Z3pVJBUs4ySW_hqUpyEuB_qwe1JxSmZcaJ-jUwqI3GRw_3z/s1600/IMG_9354.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643506670694326210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw7c7UqXG2A7iSdIMPvZIbaYO9ZZv1-3NTLGGHgytJSK6e_zLqqrq-JBzf-wsoUwM9yQxaWk9RL56L8uAKy23shYeTHqL7Z3pVJBUs4ySW_hqUpyEuB_qwe1JxSmZcaJ-jUwqI3GRw_3z/s400/IMG_9354.jpg" /></a> <br />AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-81988075306395332792011-08-14T19:33:00.001-07:002011-08-14T20:05:45.555-07:0035 Weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcusL3H0tWHfxR_guHsavTbEie7oUTTwSzIbFrf512dMZ1qckYBrSsy3MgQyO8gzTQkRsj1qXswf0UkWqikZF9WiMiBlGfO04mLENJnKKhbxYF9uxQfHubTSspGt9cnmbwAlGtN9leVZC7/s1600/IMG_9311+copy2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640906296557697442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcusL3H0tWHfxR_guHsavTbEie7oUTTwSzIbFrf512dMZ1qckYBrSsy3MgQyO8gzTQkRsj1qXswf0UkWqikZF9WiMiBlGfO04mLENJnKKhbxYF9uxQfHubTSspGt9cnmbwAlGtN9leVZC7/s400/IMG_9311+copy2.jpg" /></a> <br /> <br /><div>Oh my....only 26 days to go before I meet my sweet little miracle boy. I have such mixed emotions. </div> <br /><div>A big part of me wants him out ASAP so I can hold him in my arms and know he is okay. For some reason that feeling of anxiety I felt during the first 20 weeks about losing him has reared its ugly head again. Maybe just because I am so close to getting what I prayed so hard for? Not sure I will ever really get over the loss of two sweet babies. I also am really starting to feel the physical toll of pregnancy. My back and hips are ready to be done carrying the extra weight and the pressure "down below" is well, INTENSE! His head is already very low and wow can I tell! Standing isn't exactly comfortable anymore. My favorite place to be? The pool! Now I see why women want water births! It is amazing how much pressure is relieved in the water. The lovely 1st trimester heartburn and nausea has also reared its ugly head again (bad but still not nearly the to the degree of what I experienced for the first 18 weeks). I also cannot wait to ditch this horrible diet I follow because of the gestational diabetes! I just want some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">carbs</span> and sugar people!!!</div> <br /><div>Another part of me wishes that time would slow down its crazy passing. Knowing this will be the absolute last time I am pregnant really makes me cherish every hiccup (which the poor little guys gets about 7 times a day) and kick. It is so amazing to me that we can grow little humans inside us. I feel so blessed to have been given this gift from God that I prayed so hard for. I am so incredibly grateful that I was chosen to be Matthew's mommy. I have also started to feel that twinge of guilt already about how much Abby's life is about to change. She definitely knows she is getting a baby brother, but she has no concept of what that means for Mommy's time and attention. The other day she got very sad and told me she likes Matthew's room better than her room and I almost cried. I know these are all very real and normal emotions that all big brothers and sisters go through so I just keep reminding myself that I am giving her a friend for life, even though she may not understand that for many many years. I suppose I just have to do the best that I can to keep her involved in everything I have to do for Matthew. I know she is going to be a great big sister and will love helping take care of him.</div> <br />AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-7716802760093866872011-08-14T19:11:00.001-07:002011-08-14T19:31:16.183-07:00Winnie the Pooh!A couple weeks ago we took Abby to see her first movie in a theater. I picked Winnie the Pooh because I thought it was a safe bet to not have a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">villain</span> or anything else scary in it. She has always been a super <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">scardy</span> cat and does not like any of the Disney movies because they all have something scary ! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Welllllllll</span>....they managed to put something scary in Winnie the Pooh! Can you believe it!? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grrrrrr</span>! Owl invents a creature called a "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">backson</span>" and they spend the majority of the movie talking about the scary "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">backson</span>" and how to catch it. She asked to leave the movie a couple times, but managed to be a trooper on Mommy's lap and made it though the whole thing. However, now she says she never wants to go to a movie theater again. Oh well...I still greatly enjoyed her first movie going experience! (and dinner at Johnny Rockets afterward) <br /> <br /><div> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaAbadPJNzlf2na0j9wHLGUu90zwdlfQG1W-F_2Kvu9zpDfKKEmk6qfyS7GCErKqRUcAimXFWLwGXlxEbEUULFDj7wIEexAF9CXlUoQD-_sToLXMDc8SrA5cBxqsWmuWuzGTN49eUwU1S/s1600/IMG_9219.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640901171539370674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhaAbadPJNzlf2na0j9wHLGUu90zwdlfQG1W-F_2Kvu9zpDfKKEmk6qfyS7GCErKqRUcAimXFWLwGXlxEbEUULFDj7wIEexAF9CXlUoQD-_sToLXMDc8SrA5cBxqsWmuWuzGTN49eUwU1S/s400/IMG_9219.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640901175600973362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2je-RMwXMOyPFnKtnz0OL39yU_EWY51eN3O3OSFOp8b6J4uJ4aT6fqC6E2VdJ9TStuXcxtj99XVKFtcAaBAHzMh3VYIle_Gf0XCWZQDMk1CwpO-lCKhqiTW9l92E6-Fhq92kCxF-95ghD/s400/IMG_9221.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640901179838097650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjht-qQVMnEAHPGnPRvzUCR5TIuveHJHf4x2f5Pd4JmL74nnnoXHTFdD3MMdEOvFwQGw527__DnHZkk002I3zU9_177t8nYVCEXcPvagHOheFUHnt15xQodiaAH7hgIEWmobmMiePceJ97x/s400/IMG_9226.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640901186320062450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGv6Ol9ZXwDdwfGJ9T3XIQwXbcRxq0YeHr91AMVq9oqf_Yo_neFwPvpXd46LG5HT-SGz_Yn5-3KU4LeQ7Lpp7WfvwTDgzfHx2jJnqCw8i1lyOQ99AHYF9CET2z0onoacgZigkZAX-J-WAv/s400/IMG_9233.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640903963601975970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_cn9HLIqDat0YIdd-31S7Uts6JKiYDZ75pH0VqX3YzikhX1vfMHP_ZxvncvJH6sjMOHmfMCJVMmDWAWIhY7SMxu31TSJ33XVfkiZsVthXZUx6MG_BuHYaQpFa5M5t_l2w1uH9JHXIowi/s400/IMG_9250.jpg" /></div></div> <br />AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-13168721490969978792011-07-25T21:40:00.000-07:002011-07-25T21:44:49.694-07:00Gift from God<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXp7qb7hk3M3a25i_m3QyiIJjNIT3cJ6QAOfyoU3g-I_l0KFZfhU8XNCWS-NKUxzeQ9OMyvv7XeNF13zRFURDNyOBSukF3VpLa6dSE5VBjBp8fJwGltmR27lhFbizt9D8cP1frQxtvH1SL/s1600/IMG_9169+copy2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633517078829241250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXp7qb7hk3M3a25i_m3QyiIJjNIT3cJ6QAOfyoU3g-I_l0KFZfhU8XNCWS-NKUxzeQ9OMyvv7XeNF13zRFURDNyOBSukF3VpLa6dSE5VBjBp8fJwGltmR27lhFbizt9D8cP1frQxtvH1SL/s400/IMG_9169+copy2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/amandac1030/?action=view&amp;current=Signature.png" target="_blank"></a></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-42975200104864255242011-07-24T19:57:00.000-07:002011-07-24T20:26:08.071-07:00Grandpa and Grandma's Visit<div align="left">Marc's parents were recently here for a visit from Minnesota. They usually make it here twice a year. This trip was filled with lots of fun for Abby! She got to do lots of fun things with them including swimming every day (sometimes twice a day), a trip to the Children's Museum, and a Lowe's kids workshop with Daddy and Grandpa! I think she really enjoyed having constant entertainment from either Grandma or Grandpa for 10 days! ( And I am not gonna lie, I also greatly enjoyed her having constant entertainment. haha!)<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Here's the gang on one of the many days they spent at the pool!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5eMy06JkmTP56uvqTXWlDIiz7Z3SU_AdtMMG8BYBMB1AXyp1jLYn83idxd2bhnGHqNR-S7r8cuENDRadGbfIhC17Kdjdl4GhY5RE_2MnnSqq3AeUlo7_rKzLqS5Bhk2CtsZsUsDpIcvD/s1600/IMG_8867.jpg"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120672451076338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5eMy06JkmTP56uvqTXWlDIiz7Z3SU_AdtMMG8BYBMB1AXyp1jLYn83idxd2bhnGHqNR-S7r8cuENDRadGbfIhC17Kdjdl4GhY5RE_2MnnSqq3AeUlo7_rKzLqS5Bhk2CtsZsUsDpIcvD/s400/IMG_8867.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>Abby LOVED listening to Grandpa read to her! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120665993859858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6-r5_bNOQ33rJwDUSHc5IY8o8yoy421y1W6EDWkpoCXVp9jdeaeOpGXBOtjbVmezIb2amKwi8CakPK-hdkVku30aC1dZa_VM-G7jK6aFh_ENoVw3WYLqODOvF1iLCTYIi9qfLgaAtrzN/s400/IMG_8950.jpg" /></p><br /><div align="center">As is becoming tradition, Marc put his poor dad to work while they were visiting. They painted Matthew's room, put up the chair rail, and put together the crib! A huge shout out to Marc Sr. for all his help in that room while he was here on "vacation"!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJDv44TukbinsUZgLcPe4mwb2jy557yh0oNjlVRJASpTm1QjqsdjnwJ0Ekefo5QGTWfrczI1-D6Ie9dH4Up7u4vO_p-JkHrjQUpiJPArqMQd_m6DoC_hTyODPB9iYfToyWayTFmcqapE8/s1600/IMG_9050.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120657655935506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJDv44TukbinsUZgLcPe4mwb2jy557yh0oNjlVRJASpTm1QjqsdjnwJ0Ekefo5QGTWfrczI1-D6Ie9dH4Up7u4vO_p-JkHrjQUpiJPArqMQd_m6DoC_hTyODPB9iYfToyWayTFmcqapE8/s400/IMG_9050.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Such a great picture of Abby and her "Munga and Parkie" <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120661126998978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpIV0vWiKepFoCkfgFJCR_Up26Ws_O8wNERTa7ZyVZUem7DSJUgiitM5gX_sAJiMLfp8-UeBApb9IeiN2KUY_ZAeeELz5YZqMbiDQfnmbi_eStmXahrTOKdar-CTugIX4JU1LcAEYe3gvp/s400/IMG_9132.jpg" /> </div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-68431638232961012092011-07-22T16:50:00.001-07:002011-07-22T17:17:50.989-07:0032 Weeks32 weeks today!!! Only 7 weeks to go and I feel crazy stressed that it is not nearly enough time to get stuff done. The nursery is coming along nicely, but I still have 4 projects to get done. One of those projects is stenciling and that, unfortunately, happens to be very time consuming. Yes, I know what you are thinking....this is my second baby and I should know better now than to think the nursery HAS to be completely done before the baby comes. Well, there are two reasons why it does need to be. #1) The one project I left unfinished before Abby was born, still sits in her room unfinished. #2) It will DRIVE ME NUTS if its not done :).<br />Next week life gets even crazier as I start going in to have the baby monitored twice a week. When you have gestational diabetes they watch the baby very closely. Part of this is twice weekly Non-Stress Tests and once weekly Biophysical Profiles. For the Non-Stress Test they will hook me up to a fetal monitor for a half hour and monitor his heart rate (which should accelerate during movement) and monitor any contractions. The Biophysical profile is essentially a high tech timed ultra sound where they check for five signs that the baby is thriving. It checks heart rate, breathing rate, muscle tone, movement, and the amount of amniotic fluid. So what that means for me is a lot of time in doctor's offices and a lot of driving time. And of course I will still have my normal OB appointments to go to which are every two weeks for the next 4 weeks and then every week after that.<br />Oh Boy! So much to do and so little time to do it in! Although if I didn't have a cute little 3 year old on my heels all day and I could actually find a nice burst of energy it would be a piece of cake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MWzCKOLs8BGv2pjzeAFwU5aqMlVS4mGkIUpYV6I2KBc0CYDnFhjsDBLbM7aeLjncH7vIF9Vo3C2X9wxPEctiuW7lp-TM9x-0bVeLVG__WcdtwZAx8wQ0cCTfHOWLwyhTvikiPRll4dDZ/s1600/IMG_9123%25283%2529+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632328644622392306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MWzCKOLs8BGv2pjzeAFwU5aqMlVS4mGkIUpYV6I2KBc0CYDnFhjsDBLbM7aeLjncH7vIF9Vo3C2X9wxPEctiuW7lp-TM9x-0bVeLVG__WcdtwZAx8wQ0cCTfHOWLwyhTvikiPRll4dDZ/s400/IMG_9123%25283%2529+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/amandac1030/?action=view&amp;current=Signature.png" target="_blank"></a></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-78895747021817228652011-07-14T19:40:00.000-07:002011-07-14T20:19:16.132-07:0030 Weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AmxX8UqPiVFTP0A4JAUhfKYeuIBLuF8tiEObS3pcKVncmoSCALkXQSDpNye_WioQNK0EA2_fjdPlRaNiqxlrL_fh9ipWZ1Nb7XIrQaBCN15Kodmy1FZQ0Y1c8mS6GfUXsyQpqEUAX7gm/s1600/IMG_8930+copy+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629413017388075714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AmxX8UqPiVFTP0A4JAUhfKYeuIBLuF8tiEObS3pcKVncmoSCALkXQSDpNye_WioQNK0EA2_fjdPlRaNiqxlrL_fh9ipWZ1Nb7XIrQaBCN15Kodmy1FZQ0Y1c8mS6GfUXsyQpqEUAX7gm/s400/IMG_8930+copy+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3jBWBS07iaRos2Yd9Pu06ujOtzpSQK30IcsOjUOK24E_Yp51KhRz3hgOL35N3ksYhfbhsQOKRlyuyuPdOSCEg71C2_PuxC0jx5R7pNUPWPVO5K6zfdDfn7O9bTjJ3P-CQQiC1oMcvc4N/s1600/IMG_8922+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629413015560800034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3jBWBS07iaRos2Yd9Pu06ujOtzpSQK30IcsOjUOK24E_Yp51KhRz3hgOL35N3ksYhfbhsQOKRlyuyuPdOSCEg71C2_PuxC0jx5R7pNUPWPVO5K6zfdDfn7O9bTjJ3P-CQQiC1oMcvc4N/s400/IMG_8922+copy.jpg" /></a>Only 8 weeks to go from tomorrow! ( I am a little late posting this and will be 31 weeks tomorrow). Getting closer and closer to being cut open on that table. Yikes. I have never had a major surgery so I really have no idea what to expect. Hopefully the excitement of meeting my little boy will calm my nerves a little. <br /><div>I am really starting to feel very pregnant now. I feel very large and heavy and some unknown force has magically sucked every ounce of energy right out of my body. Crazy to have such a desire to nest, nest, nest and not be able to convince my body to keep up with my mind! All in all I can't complain though. I just feel so blessed to have this little miracle in my belly regardless of the toll on my body. I seriously LOVE every minute of it and every little kick and punch. This little boy is so much more active than Abby was and I love it!</div><br /><div>The gestational diabetes is still a huge battle. I am having so much more trouble controlling it this time around. I can eat something one day and my blood sugar is fine and then I will eat it again the next day at the exact same time and it will be super high! So frustrating for me because every time I get a high reading I just think of that sugar coursing through my baby's body. Grrrrrr! Very little carbs and NO sugar and I am still having issues. Seems there is very little I can get away with eating. I think if I ate all protein and zero carbs it might be better, but not sure I could stomach it and pretty sure I would start to lose weight. Still haven't gained a pound since 20 weeks. I need to gain a least another 4 lbs to get my total weight gain to 20 lbs, but it seems Matthew is growing just fine because my belly sure is :).</div><br /><div>On the bright side, this last week has been sooooo exciting for me. I was so blessed to have amazing friends who threw a baby shower in celebration of my sweet boy. I am so thankful for the family and friends who were able to attend. (I will post more about this day and pictures soon). The other super exciting part of my week? Matthew's room was painted and the crib put together! It looks super cute and I will post more when it is complete!</div></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-9099387168490553602011-06-03T11:49:00.000-07:002011-06-03T12:22:36.647-07:0025 Weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8XviybFZJ_UL8oXjTdc5V8_ILW8LRJEyRmtIo3bgcXSOXnfXk7h8jzS6ziufuN-CeUxae33emjet5t3y8qmUEIofQBsBwXObQ7wSpQTaZS-YXJ_rJQubUw1DN-1oNYmWWolAC9HYMqKQ/s1600/IMG_84232.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614074937802034962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH8XviybFZJ_UL8oXjTdc5V8_ILW8LRJEyRmtIo3bgcXSOXnfXk7h8jzS6ziufuN-CeUxae33emjet5t3y8qmUEIofQBsBwXObQ7wSpQTaZS-YXJ_rJQubUw1DN-1oNYmWWolAC9HYMqKQ/s400/IMG_84232.jpg" /></a> Time is really starting to pass more quickly now. I am so close to the third trimester already. Things got very real yesterday when my OB said it was time to schedule my c-section. I will be having a c-section to avoid another broken <a href="http://thebryands.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain-in-butt.html"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>tailbone</em></span></a>. The big day is scheduled for 9/9/11 at 1:30pm. Funny that I wasn't nervous about a c-section, but now that it is scheduled I am a wee bit freaked out. I'm not gonna lie, it makes me a little nauseous to think about it.<br /><br /><div>In other news, I am battling the the dreaded <a href="http://www.diabetes.org/diabetes-basics/gestational/what-is-gestational-diabetes.html"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>gestational diabetes</em></span></a> again. So frustrating. I knew my chances of avoiding it were slim since my risk was highly increased after having it with Abby. I was holding out hope though. So what does it mean for me? It means that I don't get to eat anything fun. I have to eat a very high protein, low carb, NO sugar diet of very small meals in order to keep my blood sugar on target. I have been following this diet for 4 weeks now and I pretty much want to barf just looking at an egg, which happens to be about my only choice for breakfast. It also makes it difficult to gain wait because it is hard to get enough calories every day. Haven't gained even a pound in the last 4 weeks. I think the Dr. is happy as long as I gain another 5 lbs or so before the end of the pregnancy. </div><br /><div>BUT....In a nutshell, challenges of this pregnancy and all, IT IS ALL SOOOOO WORTH IT!!!! I get to meet my little man in 14 weeks or less!</div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-6755363245093322102011-05-28T20:55:00.000-07:002011-05-28T21:37:21.765-07:00No Regrets<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I<strong> ran across this the other day and it really tugged at my heart. One of my biggest fears is that my children will be all grown up and I will look back with some type, really any type of small regret. I am really striving to enjoy all the little moments that happen every single day</strong></span><strong>.</strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>"If I had my child to raise all over again, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd build self esteem first and the house later</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd finger paint more and point the finger less</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd do less correcting and more connecting</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd take more hikes and fly more kites</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd stop playing serious and seriously play</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I'd do more hugging and less tugging"</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611987060741244610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgou0AzJGzF3JLkyBPr_p9ouNy-dypMdoeBHKXrKdtmXFuu5HoEwK6iS8PUfG6-3KNIx1cY_JBcO7ujEck1DOvTU71igGq5el-nBskmXQJKcYea40dDIcfOSZ_4XGpoFpRQKC7tlu7WXrSU/s400/IMG_8390.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611987054309531458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpA-z95o88h0hYX724v2_sMehz_cqFXHJq2RyJoUpWySKv8IxZNAIRDQGq8AlwP-wzCSKy3QPdi3973if2CYg56hFRoOy01ifbz8O9evy7UHn2Rau9k3id2Ac8XJLTFMQRovXG2eG-1BPJ/s400/IMG_8371.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611987063624558802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDwkKnD4iF8ux4cskLcq-xBGaxaLpD-QoJEH7egG1dFsAMzJMsJsqdL4bj2nbX3kBz9PVUQNJZxSB4sqxBeW8mdDCNJr2Jy36CL3WUjKDkLRNX9MfA_ZgHA-GWiur2JRjr0NX1KtqUufy/s400/IMG_8393.jpg" />I just love this little girl and all the joy she brings to life!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-12112458146302085642011-04-28T19:57:00.000-07:002011-07-14T20:42:48.281-07:00Half Way to My MIRACLE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPn8zhV_BELF9090un7yQhivEweCO05m6AkRwqIqUfuLikp_AU95vepsvWylYQWeVN_IoUbu181L_wcPt1Gu6JQWe8DingAw2DjNbYYfBY6GaJeRMcawyjS_eI6nPikfV1I4ifVzP0M0C/s1600/20+weeks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600854575996719202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPn8zhV_BELF9090un7yQhivEweCO05m6AkRwqIqUfuLikp_AU95vepsvWylYQWeVN_IoUbu181L_wcPt1Gu6JQWe8DingAw2DjNbYYfBY6GaJeRMcawyjS_eI6nPikfV1I4ifVzP0M0C/s400/20+weeks.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The last 20 weeks have been the longest and most uncertain of my life. So, where do I start? I suppose from the beginning...</div><br /><div>After losing two precious babies, we were at a loss. Not sure what to do next or if there even was a next, I felt like I really might not ever get my miracle. Not only were the miscarriages extremely hard emotionally, pregnancy in itself is not easy for me. I feel sick 24/7 during the first trimester and to go through that again for it only to end in heartbreak was starting to become unimaginable.</div><br /><div>I felt like I had to give it one more try though. Knowing this really would be our last attempt, I reached out to friends for support. Then I met the first step in getting my miracle; a new friend who had a daughter close to Abby's age and then went through two miscarriages before getting her little miracle in her son. She suggested I go and talk to a specialist she had seen for help, a reproductive endocrinologist who is willing to think outside the box and actually do something to try to keep pregnancies going instead of standing by while your baby dies inside you and then think it is a comfort to hear "it could just be a fluke or we may never know why this is happening."</div><br /><div>Enter step #2 in getting my miracle, Dr. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Couvaras</span>. This Dr. believes that even women without a specific clotting disorder, may be helped by low dose heparin. Essentially, in easy to understand terms, he believes that some people's blood may be too "thick" to get enough to the growing fetus. To me this made perfect sense after my second miscarriage, where for the entire 9 weeks the baby seemed to be struggling and was a week behind where it should have been. He was very involved in every step of this pregnancy from ovulation through the end of the first trimester.</div><br /><div>I took a trigger shot before we conceived to make sure the egg was mature and released properly. Everything went along according to plan. As with all our pregnancies, we were extremely blessed and conceived on the first try again. I immediately began giving myself injections of heparin in my stomach twice a day and giving blood weekly so that my heparin could be adjusted properly. I saw the Dr. every two weeks and then was released to a regular OB.</div><br /><div>I had made it though the first trimester! In my first appointment with my OB, she said that my chances of miscarriage had now dropped to less than 2%. This should have given me some relief, yet somehow I felt none. I still wore waterproof makeup to all my appointments and just couldn't seem to find that peace that I was looking for. I reluctantly started telling family and friends the news, only because I couldn't hide my belly anymore. Every wait between appointments seemed to be an eternity as I feared the silence I might hear instead of a heartbeat. Both my miscarriages were what they call "missed miscarriage", meaning that there were no signs that the baby was in distress such as bleeding and cramping. My body never let go of either and both had to be removed via D&amp;C.</div><br /><div>At 12 weeks I had some bleeding and of course panicked. There wasn't much to it and it didn't last long, but of course I feared the worst. I tried not to worry, but it certainly didn't help all the anxiety I was already dealing with. After a call to the Dr., I was told to just rest for a couple days and call back if the bleeding got heavier. Not much to put my mind at ease...</div><br /><div>At 13 weeks I went in for an ultra sound with a specialist that tested for chromosomal abnormalities such as Down Syndrome. I didn't really go in for this ultra sound with any thoughts other than a strong desire to just see my baby again (last ultra sound had been four weeks prior) and I wasn't scheduled for another appointment with the OB for 3 more weeks. I couldn't imagine waiting that long for reassurance so I saw this test as an opportunity to see that everything was okay.</div><br /><div>A week later, my OB called with devastating news. "There is a strong possibility that your baby has Down Syndrome." I had markers in both the ultra sound and a blood test that was done. Needless to say we were in shock and devastated. How could this be happening after everything we had been through? The worst part...we wouldn't be able to find out for sure until an amniocentesis could be done 2 weeks later. So for two weeks I cried. We didn't share the news with anyone as we didn't know for sure yet and didn't want to force anyone on to our roller coaster ride. At 15 weeks I had the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">amnio</span> done, which was a test in itself being that I had to sign a waiver stating I understood there was a slightly increased risk of miscarriage. Just what I didn't need.</div><br /><div>During the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">amnio</span> I very clearly saw on the screen that our little peanut was a boy. Then I waited 5 days for that phone call that had potential to drastically change our lives forever. But wait, it was GOOD news! I have never wished I could hug someone though the phone so much in my life. All chromosomes were right and our little boy did not have Down Syndrome!</div><br /><div>At this point, the only thing I could really think was that for what remains to be an unknown reason, God REALLY wants to make sure that I appreciate this little miracle and know how lucky I am. Apparently two miscarriages weren't enough and I needed more of a reminder of just how much of a blessing a healthy baby is.</div><br /><div>We then made a decision that we would name our baby whatever name meant "gift from God" so that we would always remember how blessed we are for being given this sweet gift of life. Matthew will be his first name and Leo will be his middle name, after his daddy, Marcos Leo Jr. and his Grandpa, Marcos Leo Sr. We won't be carrying on the Marcos name, but at least he will have the same initials.</div><br /><div>I had a routine ultra sound at 19 weeks, and Matthew looks great! He is even measuring a little ahead, just like Abby did and everything looks as it should. He looks a lot like Abby already and had a lot of the same facial features. I can't wait to hold him in my arms.</div><br /><div>I finally feel a little relief between appointments because I get that reassurance every time I feel him move. I still feel very nervous though. I thought for sure it would be better by now, but now it is hard to imagine how I would get through if something were happen at this point. It doesn't help that I know several people who have lost babies after 2o weeks, at which point you have to go through labor and the heartbreak of delivering a lifeless body. I try not to think about it, but it is a constant struggle and I think it will continue to be until I hold hear that cry and hold him in my arms.</div><br /><div>My most current source of anxiety is the heparin. Dr. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Couvaras</span>' plan only calls for the the heparin injections until 20 weeks, which is today. I will continue them until my appointment with my OB next week and I assume she will have me stop. Not that I enjoy injecting a needle full of heparin into my stomach twice a day or what an ugly bruised battle ground it creates, but I am terrified to let go of what I believe has kept Matthew thriving up until this point. I think I will have to though and trust in the Lord's plan for our family.</div><br /><div>Even with all the conflicting thoughts, I really am trying to enjoy every minute of this pregnancy, as it is the last time I will ever experience this miracle. Every kick is a reminder of how amazing it is that I have created and am carrying a human being in my womb. Maybe it is from the hormones, but at least once every day, I get tears in my eyes as I look at Abby and think what an amazing blessing she is.</div><br /><br /><div>I can't wait to meet this sweet baby boy inside me.</div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-60774914507345206642011-04-25T19:49:00.001-07:002011-04-25T20:32:19.491-07:00EASTER!!We had a very nice day as a family on Easter. When Abby woke up we asked her if she heard the Easter Bunny the night before and she said yes. When asked what the Easter Bunny sounded like, she said "hop, hop, hop".<br /><br /><br /><div>This was waiting for her outside her bedroom door. Of course she can't read so I had to read the notes to her, but she was so excited that the Easter Bunny left her notes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMC-Vox6xV0ea9KGNhkWKMFN6rsvnMSKCuWuE-SSZyH54GQ2zCx6N8JPE9ZFPo8hz64XSRzErqTO7lppmbxTNs92AlkgCQXbhoCPUYfospx3CX0Ewp5M7N9fPvhYPT6Gtt9cq8e67BKFNk/s1600/IMG_7980.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599725537874316706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMC-Vox6xV0ea9KGNhkWKMFN6rsvnMSKCuWuE-SSZyH54GQ2zCx6N8JPE9ZFPo8hz64XSRzErqTO7lppmbxTNs92AlkgCQXbhoCPUYfospx3CX0Ewp5M7N9fPvhYPT6Gtt9cq8e67BKFNk/s400/IMG_7980.jpg" /></a>She followed a trail of eggs to where she found this....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Uz588UtW9l0pcNHS26W414Bb7zikxDkdXfoNeguEDndT5YNd6H3R0xJcSjY4-Q7jGsjXyQhYE1v3lXi9Pnvozqcx462hJ4Id2bSjiSJZHQWrq6yIWiU7tV04IxNQ71GtAUi2h0adGVdR/s1600/IMG_7973.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599724920167494594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Uz588UtW9l0pcNHS26W414Bb7zikxDkdXfoNeguEDndT5YNd6H3R0xJcSjY4-Q7jGsjXyQhYE1v3lXi9Pnvozqcx462hJ4Id2bSjiSJZHQWrq6yIWiU7tV04IxNQ71GtAUi2h0adGVdR/s400/IMG_7973.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM27d47dwfwF_ZUMWx4nMqEpbKCZdPi08tmkAh-Lo5W9FQ_Oy6w4zHDK4No7fhhNJiZBKJK61Br6ErAYuYnaTkU9fQGu1fDjNPsD8FIraxsu5jprvzs_UMQqveVM5ziqCPHneHf-rHjKc0/s1600/IMG_7997.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599724916415963282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM27d47dwfwF_ZUMWx4nMqEpbKCZdPi08tmkAh-Lo5W9FQ_Oy6w4zHDK4No7fhhNJiZBKJK61Br6ErAYuYnaTkU9fQGu1fDjNPsD8FIraxsu5jprvzs_UMQqveVM5ziqCPHneHf-rHjKc0/s400/IMG_7997.jpg" /></a>Then she headed down the stairs to find this....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599725534985681810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe-FMITjOrMHJq9-lCNpaV1XEwb5LrP4QZj1TU0lT1xo9NjxSAnECoJJ6iKJKT0VrLo6dYgiBdReNuFFrcdTE7DvsygC1y0qQB5UBmgTV8ZCZVa2zD5MOZsnVWQlfmyubWHa3B_Srcsly/s400/IMG_7982.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGVX3Tnp-zaQKqaiInXd3zrizEejetnbHAdpvOh7G0xX2QPBGahxZNsZ4wiYQz8kO8O2RUtB05QbIdMOjQVOoinFMzBmoaXOX55nFF6yPECdD1c01pbHgNq7CebSUj9Rsrm73B5GarU4-/s1600/IMG_8003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599724912116712594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGVX3Tnp-zaQKqaiInXd3zrizEejetnbHAdpvOh7G0xX2QPBGahxZNsZ4wiYQz8kO8O2RUtB05QbIdMOjQVOoinFMzBmoaXOX55nFF6yPECdD1c01pbHgNq7CebSUj9Rsrm73B5GarU4-/s400/IMG_8003.jpg" /></a> She found this on the back door.... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9eVI7NblB-p85530hsWyQetnvneEd-yCqOvFaynaJIDsqWeMEObbW299c6iioWUHxwYA2AG6jN044PLy3VKobggKUYB9nLgQfgn0Ji45i8u4rNe1Zb4iuNOYwOBamIypDrHaQcvyW6xj5/s1600/IMG_7994.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599721638476308082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjfJ49ak9grmsNg9_BvDWkRxZqrgp37beB3C7uhXXs4DqVjK1CV_r2qZikqpdPCR3wmiDf2-pY7yjMh3hvWzlUfB_alDs_qmh1Kwn0hWq65Rp3B4D7DfZOiv_TQ9aYf-G9IdzjXk7vbua/s400/IMG_8021.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4ohZogPU8csojwDgam5De-MkR3ZKsMNGHLzzkpUs9-4fsJUrLG3vIRjBipoYMfNd-TblpwUK77-ttqhX0fRzOJpsAvjUY2sGFqmPSDrAZ4NnTAAXufclwtenGQBBEZU5IIA1P3ZgdbiF/s1600/IMG_8015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720321304720482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4ohZogPU8csojwDgam5De-MkR3ZKsMNGHLzzkpUs9-4fsJUrLG3vIRjBipoYMfNd-TblpwUK77-ttqhX0fRzOJpsAvjUY2sGFqmPSDrAZ4NnTAAXufclwtenGQBBEZU5IIA1P3ZgdbiF/s400/IMG_8015.jpg" /></a>"I saved the best for last. Time to find your Easter Basket!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7v9egN0ujD3QC-76R2h_gpWU4feCSH3AYktL_IE3ZOrrG0ScbOOWzCsTNVrdbvr1EJVwIzKeXsblk4trCIfhLr8VwgnD_I0XUNgKT8UyTQM-HOzOAgf5zynLzlTXv6K0Py0PhjBlfaUy/s1600/IMG_8032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720309883251746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7v9egN0ujD3QC-76R2h_gpWU4feCSH3AYktL_IE3ZOrrG0ScbOOWzCsTNVrdbvr1EJVwIzKeXsblk4trCIfhLr8VwgnD_I0XUNgKT8UyTQM-HOzOAgf5zynLzlTXv6K0Py0PhjBlfaUy/s400/IMG_8032.jpg" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599727838210163522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVuZCfdpg9tzEj1l8glEzn-4vWHP_1cEIuIRimZmoF0ZCjt24z33oeNRLUBNUhga9oQIN6QOz0HFhFRwaIUubFTMN8pGDoPES8x9naBh8by9A8AeioxgKTabo7kf5UoSOh3yGt_sBOvmW/s400/IMG_7984.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Z-6ZTdwVmjJne6feilFwI2b5kvalhHKijD412r3qzgGvpe3V3o6eki7qpV4NUWd6ZX3Rrk7X70_pGdy9_U7218b3MrdJFGTl5DStY7iT2TpdljIQ2VC4jrkGXijQ_PKOGfcMF2QfDKDs/s1600/IMG_8036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599719623620885186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Z-6ZTdwVmjJne6feilFwI2b5kvalhHKijD412r3qzgGvpe3V3o6eki7qpV4NUWd6ZX3Rrk7X70_pGdy9_U7218b3MrdJFGTl5DStY7iT2TpdljIQ2VC4jrkGXijQ_PKOGfcMF2QfDKDs/s400/IMG_8036.jpg" /></a>She is sooooo into pretty dresses and lipstick right now! The Easter Bunny brought her Disney Princesses lip gloss and she wanted to put it on every 5 minutes all day long!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UMjPqkkujoD5a6ofVp241DNXuLLvRFbDD48gzoGWqiDUmSt1NCmgEopZZ05uCz_nghZwfnf5z0rwg1y43XsOp-a8PSxmKHHjFEkBgrvnUc0F40I-ve2tkZ9wFnIhRCc5b26oXZ05D936/s1600/IMG_8041.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599719615350421378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UMjPqkkujoD5a6ofVp241DNXuLLvRFbDD48gzoGWqiDUmSt1NCmgEopZZ05uCz_nghZwfnf5z0rwg1y43XsOp-a8PSxmKHHjFEkBgrvnUc0F40I-ve2tkZ9wFnIhRCc5b26oXZ05D936/s400/IMG_8041.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGbtEUP7ZNRu1a7tZD5JNIxeD-zm-dm4W4Cl9SQ1JJlBC3exnHFG7reEHaYhp9661oaIfPyIJy_-mlwc0ytNuhhFFq6nHEmxRS6PfQTMyedo9w3pA2x0Bxm7jC4amYJonSrKSkWGgrtzq/s1600/IMG_8113.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599719608470323986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGbtEUP7ZNRu1a7tZD5JNIxeD-zm-dm4W4Cl9SQ1JJlBC3exnHFG7reEHaYhp9661oaIfPyIJy_-mlwc0ytNuhhFFq6nHEmxRS6PfQTMyedo9w3pA2x0Bxm7jC4amYJonSrKSkWGgrtzq/s400/IMG_8113.jpg" /></a>Later in the afternoon we headed to Grammie and Grandpa's house for dinner. She loves spending time with Grammie and loves it when Grammie reads to her!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0rojQ2RnJT3D8m1lEiFB7BZUdBtDiuSE6BaretgsRlq2atGjhzdSwOPYOgZlaA6bofoRdyFJ7UfrRZeiVJ06UF-UT1w87s_2C33NJ1iBFMuP1YGnb8v2-v1dpz5xaaX3fyhApvh-B-IU/s1600/IMG_8119.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599719596927829554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0rojQ2RnJT3D8m1lEiFB7BZUdBtDiuSE6BaretgsRlq2atGjhzdSwOPYOgZlaA6bofoRdyFJ7UfrRZeiVJ06UF-UT1w87s_2C33NJ1iBFMuP1YGnb8v2-v1dpz5xaaX3fyhApvh-B-IU/s400/IMG_8119.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Hope you all had a happy and blessed Easter as we did.</div></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-60223554312083859152011-04-25T19:06:00.000-07:002011-04-25T19:48:22.626-07:00Pre-Easter FestivitiesThe days leading up to Easter were so much fun this year. I just love the fact that Abby is 3 now and really gets into the fun of these holidays. She participated in 4 Easter egg hunts this year (if you include the one in our backyard :) ) I love seeing her so excited.<br /><br /><br />This picture is a favorite for sure! Last year she was still scared of the Easter Bunny. This year she just went right up to say hello. This bunny was part of the first egg hunt she went to.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8onAwZJTGdZ1kFs948P2OLltqIobJJAAoNwrBUPXBXYnKVQLO2H0e2ssCxV4xOlJX6sZG5jIFNkzyXEdpNKvSUNiRSm3-sRgfsRQPiHN2kRBy3ssHOTybJ_OVIKAr0p15NIMvXOnH9XFi/s1600/IMG_7621.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599712466712356418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8onAwZJTGdZ1kFs948P2OLltqIobJJAAoNwrBUPXBXYnKVQLO2H0e2ssCxV4xOlJX6sZG5jIFNkzyXEdpNKvSUNiRSm3-sRgfsRQPiHN2kRBy3ssHOTybJ_OVIKAr0p15NIMvXOnH9XFi/s400/IMG_7621.jpg" /></a>She filled her bucket up on this one :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_jpSqC0Di8a8-ZlVi25rnCnQUdg-stgeZotmbjbUMw6MiJFTNp8_SF9IU3k2QRYM_FLFPDo83j6EM_B779hpAK1EwBfpI4x8-uj2tikjp7SOvUGWngY6sl7AQHJRIU1WfC8eUxT7dMrQ/s1600/IMG_7607.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599712456017314770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_jpSqC0Di8a8-ZlVi25rnCnQUdg-stgeZotmbjbUMw6MiJFTNp8_SF9IU3k2QRYM_FLFPDo83j6EM_B779hpAK1EwBfpI4x8-uj2tikjp7SOvUGWngY6sl7AQHJRIU1WfC8eUxT7dMrQ/s400/IMG_7607.jpg" /></a><br /><br />This day was another fun one. We went to the park with some friends and she got to decorate cupcakes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IO-BOqEf24u035qBfLDAq0RsA-O0sV2aeI-CTPdi7vbC7ZVGIE4RyQuLFmK_iZ5F_9nkn-0EFat4JKRpR_6aDz5WUFKyv_K1bL_izBD3X3sxPZjuEGsAWZ_5aTgByH3IZ4cGiLSYvuaf/s1600/IMG_7827.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599712450156661058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IO-BOqEf24u035qBfLDAq0RsA-O0sV2aeI-CTPdi7vbC7ZVGIE4RyQuLFmK_iZ5F_9nkn-0EFat4JKRpR_6aDz5WUFKyv_K1bL_izBD3X3sxPZjuEGsAWZ_5aTgByH3IZ4cGiLSYvuaf/s400/IMG_7827.jpg" /></a><br /><br />This was taken at egg hunt #2 at a friend's house. She has an amazing and giant backyard, just perfect for the kids to run around finding eggs!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEI0zQhYnP9otKPzj89eZhpYkzC39BQelXrBUwTFceW7v-hnSBPHJWjxTE0EXmTRiuhgrUIRZHkCnf4tR1BTvxVg9YpCOMtVt4K7h7VihKVmWCvF88iaryXAs-RvabaT6moe5kmlWL3n0/s1600/IMG_7876.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711847645905282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEI0zQhYnP9otKPzj89eZhpYkzC39BQelXrBUwTFceW7v-hnSBPHJWjxTE0EXmTRiuhgrUIRZHkCnf4tR1BTvxVg9YpCOMtVt4K7h7VihKVmWCvF88iaryXAs-RvabaT6moe5kmlWL3n0/s400/IMG_7876.jpg" /></a><br />A group shot of the little hunters <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBApfAGqOisw0Lf_R7GOz6Bbk12rXeXtfH9Z6VwIUhfvw69fu_sst1QvXAdleg6EvS-IPMEHXn9wSUI4PA-1QzZSP-2VnEyw71BAMACmrcFOYIkeGhBdXYaTCNGRZXkRw6rLCwnW1ddHW/s1600/IMG_7896.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711837567668546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBApfAGqOisw0Lf_R7GOz6Bbk12rXeXtfH9Z6VwIUhfvw69fu_sst1QvXAdleg6EvS-IPMEHXn9wSUI4PA-1QzZSP-2VnEyw71BAMACmrcFOYIkeGhBdXYaTCNGRZXkRw6rLCwnW1ddHW/s400/IMG_7896.jpg" /></a><br /><br />And here she is at egg hunt #3. This was such a fun morning. A friend's mom puts this together and it is always so fun for the kids. We spent the morning at the park playing games and hunting for eggs.</p><br /><br /><p>Here is Abby taking part in the sack race.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sKgf-kr23aGzHkb2btJY2MjuKT1wKavv_D0kf3WB5pVbRFfOn9xeDAOg1ImxzBZZtyfpo1ZN90oU1iH0hj-WsXD5G3kLQZHI2WV10CU7jCrUwGLf-4d23M0uyiV42wUG021C8FfAsjPt/s1600/IMG_7909.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711832532941730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sKgf-kr23aGzHkb2btJY2MjuKT1wKavv_D0kf3WB5pVbRFfOn9xeDAOg1ImxzBZZtyfpo1ZN90oU1iH0hj-WsXD5G3kLQZHI2WV10CU7jCrUwGLf-4d23M0uyiV42wUG021C8FfAsjPt/s400/IMG_7909.jpg" /></a><br />and the egg on the spoon walk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmw9az50lrOWN2zkcHukMBSGisaQYFvABfi5mIh3UoY_u8dKzhp3aO3XYcgXCD5DGHqa9je202s20V_pjxZJkVZrjWqCjZQgP_UEijUhCCJZx2sPO8saignfvog1Bn8Q5E3ZtZk45NLe8/s1600/IMG_7930.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711210665744946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmw9az50lrOWN2zkcHukMBSGisaQYFvABfi5mIh3UoY_u8dKzhp3aO3XYcgXCD5DGHqa9je202s20V_pjxZJkVZrjWqCjZQgP_UEijUhCCJZx2sPO8saignfvog1Bn8Q5E3ZtZk45NLe8/s400/IMG_7930.jpg" /></a><br />and finally the great hunt!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErS_KjWd_uVckwVmxXBPXilJzFs6v2SVO1FP5sZ8ueEysa3_PQaVNcOLuk2CCu4X-twquGRzXaxhTr9K6iop8sbId368DWs5d0N4zGcSMhLwGYrYoi0qIsJdH5kmZlVtRxwh5VrbSTQRL/s1600/IMG_7957.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711208594319698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErS_KjWd_uVckwVmxXBPXilJzFs6v2SVO1FP5sZ8ueEysa3_PQaVNcOLuk2CCu4X-twquGRzXaxhTr9K6iop8sbId368DWs5d0N4zGcSMhLwGYrYoi0qIsJdH5kmZlVtRxwh5VrbSTQRL/s400/IMG_7957.jpg" /></a><br />A family shot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwHK-Pv-kbd9dvQK6gnkLG1d-FCFxJkFKQdORxDUGo8bHcNXjtGsqBip4KmmhUErIVgNsYBhMFYGFuH7fYZ16by3LECDE2l3803QvGV12iChELldDYeJwszpEiMeagdXvFD5Sgc5QJAS9/s1600/IMG_7949.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599711201306950114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwHK-Pv-kbd9dvQK6gnkLG1d-FCFxJkFKQdORxDUGo8bHcNXjtGsqBip4KmmhUErIVgNsYBhMFYGFuH7fYZ16by3LECDE2l3803QvGV12iChELldDYeJwszpEiMeagdXvFD5Sgc5QJAS9/s400/IMG_7949.jpg" /></a>This was the first year we attempted egg dying with her. She loved it! We decorated pretty glitter eggs.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsn6hvrFaKeKvQjC_1UEAjXm50XBNOmFDMyiC6RD19hzXVuhbIuL9PI4UPpcwAEelx6rfFTRc2Kfk8cOA3iSOBciLg5iyQwiBuH6KRAaPh9qph3JTyyssL6BQMqtMQfY_Vv419pvA0jPm/s1600/IMG_7817.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599710661085396866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsn6hvrFaKeKvQjC_1UEAjXm50XBNOmFDMyiC6RD19hzXVuhbIuL9PI4UPpcwAEelx6rfFTRc2Kfk8cOA3iSOBciLg5iyQwiBuH6KRAaPh9qph3JTyyssL6BQMqtMQfY_Vv419pvA0jPm/s400/IMG_7817.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599710664866978482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDUCkME6HIR5lhLa5n4-HsHgNx_V-TtyhExvj61mpV0IXUDZQETnlr6TpqlDEWKeze49zi-aevBQ9L-YCmS5hC_RwbQf4skuG0ub1UoOZtukmwXwipIyazrNYJOE3rpwFeWMg3E9JAFH0/s400/IMG_7824.jpg" /> </p>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-51230825388841845862011-04-17T20:33:00.000-07:002011-04-22T15:56:28.760-07:00Pat's RunLast Saturday Abby ran in her first "race". She did the Pat Tillman kids run. A good friend of mine did a great job putting together a super fun experience for the kids. She put a team together and they had practices every Friday for two months to get them ready and excited for the race. Their team name was "Lil Racers". All the kids did great in the .42 mile run.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596764315924789426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3X17iw6Rh-RKrxpygfVHFJKARkP07guOdhuITkZx8wGRbu9rnwOXvbjokaLHTRRdZs-qtb5AnKW9JnRPDow5wLsDc1r_VZjgtSP60BFp4QsDlOM37HJpc7A7CdP1eVcnpBhZgvbQvRWTK/s400/IMG_7736.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596764328731642802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1VYLlb3oAB7xhveTbo8AULKSiVde8biN3bci1DxSjrIIA8tfStHhaZxA1pggpYMm7PP848JO8fn-MuNHnTK0BEivkFzkve2giO3A45f6dqGbWQI2sxws5UrHsaMwk7eEQ5AkaPoHsjWn/s400/IMG_7749.jpg" />Living in Arizona, I feel like everyone must know who Pat Tillman is. But for those of you non-Zonies, I will fill you in just in case. Pat Tillman is a hero who died serving his country. Only it isn't even that simple. He started a promising football career as number 42 for the ASU Sundevils. After 9/11, this star NFL defensive back walked away from his $3.6 million contract with the Arizona Cardinals to enlist as a U.S. Army Ranger. He was sadly killed by friendly fire while serving in Afghaninstan. Not only did I want Abby to do this race for the fun and experience, but also because I couldn't think of a better person to honor, as the proud sister of a U.S. Marine who has been serving his country for more than 2 decades.<br /><br />Abby was a bit overwhelmed by the massive crowds before the race started.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596764309790882450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcfxRQ6kPwgLWyqQFx-UhnUBDrk2n0LHm4ZMhVrGENzWX0b4JDe9SBEJtLrwiosd9TrJ8gYsPX5es-3aM0RhPGgKRbTBi-MjiSRmCpo-bCpy-oj0kedOTZX4TdjsDQViJotCWOhCkU-b0/s400/IMG_7723.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596764325089945314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGol3cdnA0YWRnb0gRFb9vmT9GZMlCjeHZQpgNZxeEJhHp6Dhq_A3sMNLCAtjmPYvm0Zi-ItKUxyZ6pnmMebtQ5NZT1iooJNIzb-I4WU2X7oKL3Z2H22kRoXE2uJPq_EBmoFgFaKrd3X5T/s400/IMG_7746.jpg" />Gearing up for the run and cooling off a little with a pre-race smoothie (95 degrees this day)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596764313776973282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitue_A9fqMkwIZuglLUwib9gq6keiz2EYI1IjJof3fG-PfbjZwD4D_Z-keRf3bDsmRddFcIg6x62D28KJKsB_xcyMRxmcLx44gQiIKfq_UQ7UaFJ7fMBIsBiNqdskpplUijpLqnw1LSNkK/s400/IMG_7730.jpg" />Once the race started she did so great! I thought it was such a neat experience. It is very important to me that she grows up with the attitude that being active is fun, so I love to do activities like this with her. She had a great time running with her best bud, Jaxson.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528308131964322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmcL4HpKSNKnbfAY19vvPJVzNaa_KxzIDiUaKAM54idywrEniIcTv-a6bwdyGx8uQdxVTJuLlf79jh807v5XVN7DHerOK2YGh6qCXzmEh4MB3NhN-BBJw5Z8TEuBC2QJSUK2n1INt4fws/s400/IMG_7758.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528315067257730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYv6dK79hN7MYyPsX_YIK04J2DGmeANuwdc2tU48mdPmFYOBOgAJCVRMJptFgUDDQc5LC6HFFNWQq18FgsRpXFKcklRKkdXCZILvU968kP5V1ssW6AzJEc2jt-D2_QcmMM5a2YPLrGrxeO/s400/IMG_7765.jpg" />Crossing the finish line with her Daddy on the 42 yard line of Sun Devil Stadium!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528319845658082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbaTgWRhqvuHijZqVyBDqBCOKbtGk_wyVDOHqSMCimx6bOK3CZfN6ZTIQDx8H_o5WmqQdcSeGiv0X66lwdYlAcx7K1nY54WEHyGY6Hjwy3XkXzDyiyB3ovFx-bz58DRbLM68QyJQEeKqP/s400/IMG_7776.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528323766854210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidOi0Cdd7UNieHXKOIyicUgWB48dcACKF6JUH5YlcQubCf8x2TqY2jOpT67pj_8N3dLn-GPWH_KuVIOwb4bSGu9SEgswJhA1ygyiTn7chF59v_t8x9eFWfJxn7aA2SNcOIGKvVPpsYLfKW/s400/IMG_7783.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598528330835008018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN05ZD9JlKDY2yPnwoBp2wFdaXvJbXUwCIgvahRFdQ49u1N2spwq75iapg3mZshJitOG8qjWfNC4WQOQrZVT409gi7mpAYfVjM28we2cNseFuWxySlpLqbLnnPkZuDsB-fjnHxkvzQVhTQ/s400/IMG_7790.jpg" />AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-1958585352142051682011-04-12T19:56:00.000-07:002011-04-12T20:04:11.646-07:00Princess PhaseAbby has finally gotten really into "the princess phase". She loves to dress up. The first thing she does in the morning when she gets out of bed is put it on. Then she cries when I make her take it off when we have to go somewhere. Then the first thing she does when we walk back in the door is put it back on. I think the funniest part is that she is not content to just put one item on. She has to have it ALL on. Here she is in her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Disney</span> princess <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tiara</span>, barbie dress, bumble bee skirt, tutu, and her Cinderella high heels. This is the getup she wears all day long at home. Oh how different it will be to have a boy....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOLpeKwOgJHdhsEHM5YrkWHr_WVdm7lAhlWml1XaF0tiDxjvqFFmXbbs0mAvtHmytGEsvHbrrXEzZFURD_D04Uwcmy-FfGHbcmj6nQDlgK2uBQHRPR10Hz9nnLd-V9qua4qjTq9JTz7lD/s1600/IMG_7717.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594897001556166994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOLpeKwOgJHdhsEHM5YrkWHr_WVdm7lAhlWml1XaF0tiDxjvqFFmXbbs0mAvtHmytGEsvHbrrXEzZFURD_D04Uwcmy-FfGHbcmj6nQDlgK2uBQHRPR10Hz9nnLd-V9qua4qjTq9JTz7lD/s400/IMG_7717.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcSh14_BMesZDYjuK7iDxL7IhHuWwAePKZ9OeaV4x_CPOjFknw1gN45gdCe_Csi-fpyJP5548uNFtAttK1uFsQltKzQqkTX1tNC_o41CsH6vgnv2Ok-_ctJPEUo2G0Jbbn0m44GkphNTf/s1600/IMG_7718.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594896997632077858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcSh14_BMesZDYjuK7iDxL7IhHuWwAePKZ9OeaV4x_CPOjFknw1gN45gdCe_Csi-fpyJP5548uNFtAttK1uFsQltKzQqkTX1tNC_o41CsH6vgnv2Ok-_ctJPEUo2G0Jbbn0m44GkphNTf/s400/IMG_7718.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/amandac1030/?action=view&amp;current=Signature.png" target="_blank"></a></div></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-12128704078170664762011-04-12T19:41:00.000-07:002011-04-12T19:55:47.830-07:00My Lovely Baby BumpWe are finally at the point in this pregnancy where we feel like it is okay to be so excited. Part of that excitement has been sharing it with Abby. She really seems to understand what is going on and that there is a baby growing in my belly that will be her little brother when he is big enough to live outside Mommy's belly. I have a shirt that says "I love my bump". One day she asked me what the shirt said, so I told her. Ever since then, she loves to refer to my evergrowing belly as my bump. She also learned a little tune from her Daddy that goes a little something like this..."my bump, my bump, my lovely baby bump." (sung to the tune of a Black Eyed Peas song). Last night Abby she sang it over and over again as she was in bed trying to fall asleep. She sure does love this little miracle already though. She loves to kiss my belly :). She also loves to stick her belly out or put a ball under her shirt and pretend she has a bump too. This day she was excited for us to both show off our bumps for the camera.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7A4ffuvPnYQG2FWUNY13iIQyRQCIBCRFOuXXsQ1bec3uAP7uHXw0m4ubL3bhcsSM4nC_Cir9jkEYngk34esdkocpd2YYMUTMEdbCRm0Y8sQj4wEP6xQu5E-jVkGSHsgyNh8VP2_6-NQaM/s1600/IMG_7538.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594893671963302898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7A4ffuvPnYQG2FWUNY13iIQyRQCIBCRFOuXXsQ1bec3uAP7uHXw0m4ubL3bhcsSM4nC_Cir9jkEYngk34esdkocpd2YYMUTMEdbCRm0Y8sQj4wEP6xQu5E-jVkGSHsgyNh8VP2_6-NQaM/s400/IMG_7538.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/amandac1030/?action=view&amp;current=Signature.png" target="_blank"></a></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-71839690082274888012011-04-12T15:37:00.001-07:002011-04-12T15:48:54.984-07:00Cousins!I really do cherish the times that Abby gets to spend with my sister's kids. We so wish they were closer, but they live almost an hour and a half away, so we don't get to spend nearly as much time with them as I would like. I really want her to grow up close to her cousins though. Her cousins on Marc's side are in Minnesota and she has only met them once, so I really need to be better about making sure she gets to see her cousins on my side more often. Life just gets so busy sometimes that we have to remind ourselves of what really matters in life. I just really LOVE this picture (and I am sure my mom will too since it is one of the few of all her grandkids together). We spent a very long and fun day at the zoo with them a couple weeks ago. Xander is 18 months, Christoper is 5, Abby is 3 and Sammie is 6! (Notice Abby is just about as tall as her much older cousins.)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGueF3gsKCx930l514gB24idPkcXROwWU8m3i0OczmiAS4KTJoF_Ca8vy00jr3tQlrbJSKBtwz3zUN6tT_cA5fSCm_iDp0gmWEiQP5nv_zLlMI0QpfAd8c1ZbvLLlNZricjBi6ohAd32iT/s1600/IMG_7450.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594830406272349954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGueF3gsKCx930l514gB24idPkcXROwWU8m3i0OczmiAS4KTJoF_Ca8vy00jr3tQlrbJSKBtwz3zUN6tT_cA5fSCm_iDp0gmWEiQP5nv_zLlMI0QpfAd8c1ZbvLLlNZricjBi6ohAd32iT/s400/IMG_7450.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/amandac1030/?action=view&amp;current=Signature.png" target="_blank"></a>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-64757398332465739802011-04-12T15:03:00.000-07:002011-04-12T15:10:05.436-07:00I'm back....blogging for me!Yes, it really has been 7 months since my last post. Wow! One of my major hang ups with blogging has always been, "Nobody else is going to care about that." There have been many times when I have wanted to blog about something and then I talk myself out of it thinking that nobody else would really be interested in what we did today, something Abby said, etc. Then it came to me! Who cares!!! Why do my posts have to be for someone else? Why can't they just be for me? I love to look back at things I posted when Abby was just a baby and now I am sad that I let such a silly thought slow me down. So here I sit, ready to blog away about things that matter to me. Those who find it boring don't have to read, right? Genius!!AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-23406511209435756642010-09-04T13:02:00.000-07:002010-09-04T19:30:42.981-07:00Minnesota Trip<div align="left">We recently took a trip back to Minnesota. Marc is from Minnesota and all his family lives there. This trip was a big deal for us because it was the first time we have been back since I was pregnant with Abby. She had never met Marc's brother, Tony, and his family. He has three kids, so we were excited for her to meet her cousins. She also got to meet her great grandma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bryand</span> for the first time.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Abby had her very first airplane ride on the way there. She had a great time at the airport while we were waiting for our flight. We took lots of escalator and elevator rides. She did so great on the plane. I brought a big "bag of tricks" to entertain her and I didn't even need 90% of it. She just colored for most of the flight. She never once tried to get out of her seat (other than to sit on my lap to see out the window). The flight went GREAT and then she got to meet Uncle Tony and her cousin Tony Jr. when they picked us up from the airport. She was a little confused by the fact that there were two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tonys</span>. I tried to explain that one was Uncle Tony and the other was just Tony. For the rest of the trip she called cousin Tony "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Justony</span>". It was cute.</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Here are some pics from the airport and airplane....</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513158057954095618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl62J_wn77CvrytOJ2NtpuPLq4IaPQJ3RUqIYiM07NDLy5Ycpjs9U9BYKlvllC_jJHoSyvkdzMuxDBZHwrZKHkY2KIjf_ri2Nza3cVvl2wfmRLOAICLbkEfHYGiOdntOetVwesgGoaDgei/s400/IMG_3916.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513158069003766002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDouJ-FugbgNvIB1mhqzXVZph0fBylW_NgXkdCbwD0myJVtcQie447KnnAy7XE3BtTg0U2_tcw6yowkplYYN4TEKWKGAqE49MIJi7xJVQNtQ8WR2WZmcw7iAlS9Ywe-uTQ33we3mBSG_W/s400/IMG_3912.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513158050919527666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEgdLGm2Bfq-XisszulJCB5F1V6d1z8TqD3lmGAFOQgSJ5CJwZ6eQXgw4IO5eiCPm4ofARuwiY5iPXzzyHOLHfPyOeiIHAnUTYUZrCa3z09h9DwcSeNPshrUTD93wzuZyu3k-sgVgjgJ5/s400/100_0444.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513237542379967730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGizgfOclVjKjtyrFvH7KIUnbi9I2YQ1f-YXDIk7irC8M0neXGIP6YNxsda9Spg1DOMuEx7jb4qMwIjtTX6IOTsAE3981_SRtJF3ATXipd-GV4xyXSSv9Ozf2l7FTiujfKo8yZsbI_x3N0/s400/IMG_5265.jpg" />After arriving, we headed Marc's Mom and Dad's house, where we would be staying. Marc grew up in that house and Abby slept in his room while we were there. We then headed out to eat and Abby got to meet Aunt Heidi (Tony's wife) and her other cousins, Taylor and Cory. After eating we went to a great little park where Cory had football practice. Abby was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooooo</span> excited to be able to play outside at a park again. She played for a long time with Grandma and Taylor. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> enjoyed all the nice green grass and trees! I just LOVE all the grass and big trees in Minnesota.<br /><br />I won't bore you with the details of everyday we were there, but we did do some fun things, so I will share those with you. There is an awesome park and zoo in Minnesota that is FREE! It was fun because Abby is finally at the age where she is starting to enjoy looking at the animals more. </div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Here are some pics from Como Zoo....</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513163385909487362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5_9mrv-rHjiK-3ji5fv1YraA3cpV6IpuiWVpXnU4s87wZdFhgagKghI7PLUgzwrta_kCDO1TtsfJRD2f5aI7RWK9y1Fum7-_KfVyKReXRQGWBPN6s8Wt1Lm5i9WiYWeOVyNUewmVCtwK/s400/IMG_4601.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513163367097063058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBO8svAGkyqyOKMesTd6iVjOzPDQHpC4ZXKnCzqTNeJKfyGk4JbM8tPYu-HsjT4UV3qcf91MKvG-wuMcyM-6W6uO3EPb0n2D5jBimUb1wjfR23jE3INkEK6SqgkT7FmMo4BluQ5-_YYPK/s400/IMG_4555.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513163378383273026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMQEK5qmZ-pMc3KwuASEChwgigJs9D3zxCxReBxwOeI_2Hf4oG9NsoThf8C_5LOmHCnauL8F5TUfBWhBrkh_MSdJ1lEZ26fBaOjGO1DxCSDcKskVxAOIXFH1feK2C0JJZS7MOIdAhXt6l/s400/IMG_4574.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Auntie Heidi bought Abby and Taylor new shirts while we were there. Such cute matching cousins! Thanks Heidi!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513163406614936962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnulie3JLc3CbmrAzaMK3HKO-FS91CecpWx656xZ0Le-5rMmAI7AJKxVbiYnkM_-RbBNgqkWFHaNYpWQ9E8jz5Hel7t_cLnEPIcftBtlfyqQ40QvtromZiJxr_GBg9rUrmwlMqPmTHuKV/s400/IMG_4608.jpg" /><br />Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Tony, Cory, Abby and Taylor<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513163416003850994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1CfD6obi6hduQQhFNqJuRN5FClFcnVBKiEAvsy5STZablTaYDNn8ILWdi_wBoH2GOkNS9hmkVbloQEmzoVEJPJtS8EnOkkA5gTfpCHyUImqs-pdtRHAV5fdHtE7Sj5XF6aIdyHtx711K/s400/IMG_4646.jpg" /></p><p align="left">We took a day to rest the next day and then headed to Valley Fair, a great amusement park in Minnesota. We had tons of fun and there was so much stuff for Abby to do, which was a nice bonus because I really wasn't sure what to expect. Once she went on her first kiddie ride, she didn't want to stop. I think she went on more rides than anyone else. The Minnesota State Fair was going on while we were there, so Valley Fair was not very busy. It was great because we didn't have to wait in very many lines. A BIG thanks to Grandma who took Abby on rides so that Marc and I could enjoy some big people rides!<br /></p><p align="center">This was one of Abby's favorite rides<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513168715794602962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zRlKPmywNnMweJIjBmX6MCO4-TW1HxKZetawSz0LaRreseL9q0rpR4ZP17C71d7CVjEqdFbIjpY0SxE-ropouQlcqwrfuHm94kgzQwGMHF3bspzuqdGbo8vv29JsctyPNxLZAT_nF95r/s400/IMG_4918.jpg" />This was her other favorite!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513168724481388866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FG4A0xGRdnShBTynkY_0xtzAN97OOU1yx5EW0WTAoR-POqpz9kDDvm9rEQ7cM4F0vCX1NkQfLS1kSTvgifZkca62Pkkx4GdrHMo_Nd6ThCrlCMDDoK9iB7mZP1mbZxkLVVZIKN96_Wre/s400/IMG_4923.jpg" />Looking at the hot air <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">balloon</span> ride we were about to go on<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513168737212225154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YNw8NE0y-JJEXIOcm9w2OcBl7JbPMc1gDSRJ224yolFFI9V_eKYbZ0i0i_tLC2dWfcKZQ-hcFlhIP4KkRAjahIxnjzOCDtbGd2x2g_MfUefepWbRHM2zKO9570pOoLHHm-tbmojHktWY/s400/IMG_4931.jpg" />Here we go! Abby not looking too sure about what is about to happen!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513168743382124882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ChF0lgTeBCANOeZ_tWS_cixk-vZik8VTQSFu707_w74PV1UNrjig0b7eAbeGfcuHLL-OPG7VJXVoAGyRU2hP0yxyGUjO9h9P9MLxV1ZlIbEp51idyj6iumjpngTzdR0pyicXTX906AAV/s400/IMG_4941.jpg" />Grandma, Me, and Abby (who was not a fan at all)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513168753674192930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWr6P3pSZUr2dlTloIed-xAVUSKx7Xrt6Pn3CTQSA0zuiT19LssEfGf9YZgrvzsfqyMdBj_-mz-cgSs2OiMET_eYuHaoGaygi54HKzJkdtz1kckthkjQcZRdIhmFiBGhvyXGIXJ_Ow7cD-/s400/IMG_4946.jpg" /><br /><br />Here's one of "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Justony</span>", Grandpa, and Marc...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513174270813918642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Boqv_57XFJXurj8QIyqT6zgVwUVROXs3SLL86W8uj08Ijzxr90Bb0axs9oLpZhDUx31O2adDxwYOgkxpKREIN-aHd0BFt2sG73pGvaldl0HWowErN7-FMLHAVOwpED7gaqOQ8FMcoCsf/s400/IMG_4885(2).jpg" /><br /></p><p align="left"><br /><br />The rest of the days we pretty much spent just hanging out with family. We enjoyed a great day at Marc's Grandma's house. It was very cool for Abby to meet her Great Grandma. We got to enjoy some her her fabulous cooking. I had the best Mexican feast ever! Homemade tortillas are the best.<br /></p><p align="center"><br />Here is a picture of 4 generations of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bryands</span>.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513230845657497570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuOufCOSAxkTopMgJJITZ_d5e86Gxtbfg6lLxCXL7FuPX6T9BdlgjmhOVWcQwupWXArmcE9p3iDK0hNg5PsCkTnkNZ3yqBl8gO2pqxHwh8I2-W7Hz5eTYbWi6hQurVSztYsqC3uUtA_Qq/s400/IMG_5135.jpg" /><br /><br />We enjoyed 8 days in Minnesota. The first few days were great because the weather was so nice. Then it got hot and humid. I was hoping we could escape the heat the whole time we were there, but it didn't quite work out that way. We still enjoyed a lot of time outside though, which was so nice. I know I already said it, but I seriously love all the grass and big green trees. If it weren't for the winters, Minnesota would be perfect! Can you tell I have lived in the desert all my life and am tired of it?<br />Abby did pretty well on our trip. She was very 2 and clingy while we were there, making some days hard, but I suppose it could have been much worse. She didn't have a nap for 5 days in a row, which certainly didn't help anything. I guess I was just hoping for a little more of a break with so much family around willing to help. Abby just had different ideas. She wanted all mommy all the time. She has been going through a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separation</span> anxiety phase all over again. I know, I know...I will look back someday fondly on the days when she wanted to hang out with me.<br /><br /><div align="center">Enjoying the weather and grass in the back yard</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513237512790315090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEtROq3oaFxo1rEpWZstq7s1mkTFlMiu4sjY22klBZn3k-AUaNBDlGfJtVUH-HZbwOeSiYxRklamBghpItjPKO2fUwbJstzg_g0fh3PY8Xflx44U3colA2Od1VY8YnvPzSWFOzUQSvRbh/s400/IMG_3940.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Taylor and I<br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513237518372418290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYJHFEQgrmH4LcV2nC4DSjbq258WPvt2vI2EbZn4EdjJ6I_VDAsJAaiDCC8bZA8AR4Tgd87xzkNYNMlZCkPevyfFFftUABg_FBNqJ6FnN1P8UerxgTBPCCnz63xkJe1OQSGVnAR7T4E35/s400/IMG_3991.jpg" /></p><p align="center">Grandpa and Grandma with all their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513237532254030530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvRGsowjeV2c6uYqev2yC-pvN1mrodfnhLNud6yFeSOACjLdrvtisVJEAaJBB2FY99uY8F_bT2H3d3Bw19Bo29y9Oi3LoZvplu078DZ2EA4VWgNZ2BiOnj-5oCxd6ktF79KAN8do7G1cE/s400/IMG_5244.jpg" /></p>Thanks for reading. Posted lots more pictures from our trip on facebook :)AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133242411488532506.post-12009075275898799822010-08-17T20:43:00.000-07:002010-08-17T21:28:21.344-07:00Birthday BakingMarc's 38th birthday was Saturday. We decided to just have a relaxing day spending time together as a family. We started the day off with a big breakfast made with love :). Pretty much the only time I cook a good breakfast is on special occasions. Of course Abby and I had to make Marc a cake. We enjoy baking together and he enjoys eating it! It was nice day.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here are some pictures of Abby helping to make the cake (and eat the batter)....</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592484232455490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikH7QXjg1vdxsU4Fx12FCqldzhRCAR3E8pFOL2DkR8xGRLC8AgaRVyT9AGwWID5r6cigPenXNd1Q4Qyo78y4RUhbSPUnsApyNTvw6fMMpUAjLJONUcdVsZrHPpo84AwJOLtB7__PMn1hAk/s400/IMG_3836.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592498894771698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkdQUVjq7xlk1XQ4rrRW82RJyHIcDyTphAQA7vU7eNYbcWBnBUC1pYxAIM4ZM-tC4dC6VXKMKqApEcJRk_orKaAv-DVADQlr_p9bGkb3cxVEmDI55KYlUTAe1JrHi0w3uBfdbnzt3Rypa/s400/IMG_3840.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592507258671202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-RPUie-mx9k3PYCpxWNcDlHC79dNeUP6AW9dC8mrgkTTg1QT7vupOpVN4AZsWDH6ccK4T6H7xneusFBHKQzT5WE1elM8loo9Lan_Cu07VTLcyaCBOun1Dtnc2kyq0V8qC-hQeCULIRrt/s400/IMG_3841.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592487933829154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrMmQSitJzWNfmMQX5UqEZO_32Jfn3KkkhJwWnMz265wIzKtzYv3yQwRR8Iv7DAqow-8soFSzFq5ocIZ3gxC2SZd9fh430WVPpJMYoK_eKlb2QRqX7zXIPCySfm1OEFGizm1Db9Y9yjt0/s400/IMG_3839.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506592513100762034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfkzVMWxCwV9Ji7z2vkWYcW87cHPevM4d6G6HlBjr-2JHjaHH24lM5Duy_z5LrYjUbV_1zNZovvrE9Y3Tq_-dptA4O654IEpnF0cpqq3XH03AKKUN5yzS_SDwMPfR5jDs4-bUGwLGfXap/s400/IMG_3843.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />The finished product.....<br /></div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506594412292492402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9zSk2cGhlUFO3XWYl3HSDejRJWdLgNPgHGapKJgc6gp6wTAZgz6eyxrq3BT_2-920Q8IE0UDJPNK2pCMoQKmH6eDfuSQSmmxBMaiU9viEJcELPDItDS8JG9QD8KXOL6HAJ-JjOv-_R06/s400/IMG_3845.jpg" /><br /></div><div>We added on 32 months for Abby since she shares the 14th as her b-day also (in December)..<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506595238333662258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOHHx5XK_ULEYo94-VkiY06CAG6SoihA9CovzM1wZVxcx-TkEKb5bhaaSDsO_4P_LrV5IhUegstqf7wwSCPjorUKlq2AvNI81kqj3LGJ7nvuUzbU18px5PCAVXFMwwcv4Xjo7qkTTvM3B/s400/IMG_3850.jpg" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Got a nice picture of Daddy and Abby with the cake.....<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506596364731656562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMz0tKl8eSacI90HsJ9BRtaMgq3vJusCQgjWALaJH6kSgau62V1kfg8S__SU7DkM7jTlU041AqJaLxlRmOqk7pTtezFsSKHHvIa37esMD4LoHhyVKL4AntlmmgJj4HznWHtl_1Z-y_PfG/s400/IMG_3853.jpg" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then this happened......<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506596366573097794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdgwotGntSC8mk_3vtiBd2CM87-K9CL1uyS3odJ5tF9JejqxKd2RMMJFXpTV-iV5s2wjoAQApUBnKDvKlSu2iGxDjIulEd1hkhHOStBDfbjROh7DrmPOsu_DUPvGdzZOgyFT5KVfjhwVY/s400/IMG_3854.jpg" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The look on her face says it all....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506596378909082786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv3Ef331LE7Ia7lKGd5ys5S_q-SH7Eq9-HMF6ZTM5BNOvSd3qxNhU8nyZVKPRYMIo6bO6olCE_enMWtI4hZKxJS1uujqtpWTe0VnlGwaNrfsZp8J-hb8S-wyplMsge_C-S2osKtGT9HIv/s400/IMG_3856.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506596388868908130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_vE2AVz4bAfmJ2wuSqVXobY-PhMqgtMZizqFWYpnL_KzrgQjf8R5YfyaJ2JfKJV5pg7hp-I9GlKQPAuZ0CoMzWM7ojrAyOhLLSyIxRW349IWRNSNa5NDCaCpkeCz9M0zhWLo4qZ6_A_w/s400/IMG_3857.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh well, time to blow out the candles!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506596397667658978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzx6H3qPNLcMUL6VoU-uFbZ19SsoUf5D7xwfgJDXa2ajlwJLQ6JeeB-_7gjoUBJWuyAVqKC0zNrGqFo69u5j9r5QEkc20kEVfaIODBFk47QFHOPS38-GwLMa-KwSmRiyhDxN0gLLrtfDYp/s400/IMG_3861.jpg" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Enjoying the result of all her hard work...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506599621612118882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt8H0HmWpgNgqvAF6ZV8e7FEf9Md_gPr81WjZVPIvGykG9Ejax3TR9htWbUzLsWV30a_17yD4EABs1VvQ340tHRnqwF-Z3MaQKm3xvgVPQCFRiNGyoFC9hAnESGFeZn6Uwp90Y2X98Qfr/s400/IMG_3869.jpg" /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>AMMommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17783836430389541380noreply@blogger.com0