tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53079741778668872622024-03-14T02:08:01.672-04:00Happy DaysHappy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-38626099547603104062009-02-22T12:30:00.002-05:002009-02-22T12:40:17.671-05:00It has been so long. . .Time is passing by so fast. It has been so long since I have written anything anywhere about everything! Today on the way home from Church I was laughing so hard that I had tears. I need to start capturing these moments before I forget them all! <br /> Abby said, "Mom, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everybody</span> laughed at me in Sunday School today." Charlie immediately started cracking up. I said, "Why was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everyone</span> laughing at you?". She got annoyed that Charlie was laughing again and she wouldn't tell me. Charlie said, "Mom, Miss Tara asked if anyone knew what lent was and Abby raised her hand and said, "It is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stuff</span> between your toes!" That was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">definitely</span> not meant to be fresh. At 4 and 1/2 years old those words were out of the mouth of a BABE! <br /> When we got home and we were getting ready to eat lunch Charlie was teasing Abby about something not related to the earlier conversation about Lent and Abby yelled to him, "Stop it Charlie or you are going to make me BLOW MY BASKETS!"Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-42623887290097360662008-08-13T21:08:00.001-04:002008-08-13T21:26:17.864-04:00I love this picture. . .<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SKOGiIbiDtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/R1j1gTkePIA/s1600-h/summer+2008+229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234175112871284434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SKOGiIbiDtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/R1j1gTkePIA/s400/summer+2008+229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Abby can be very dramatic at times. Yesterday was one of those times and the rest of us were not in the mood. Charlie was definately not in the mood for the drama. After Abby was spoken to by me for carrying on, she asked me, "Mom when can we. . .(we refering to her and Charlie)". Charlie quickly interupted her and said, "Abby, no more WE, US, OUR! I do not want to be involved with your BADNESS!" Would you be able to keep a straight face after that?!?!?!?!?<br />We had a great vacation even though it rained the whole week. It is great to be home. And today was GREAT because the sun was shining!!!!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-60303270806462022782008-08-02T14:53:00.004-04:002008-08-02T17:35:28.362-04:00Out of the Mouths of Babes!We were driving by the cemetary the other day and we went past a burial in progress. Charlie, in his usuall inquisitive voice said, "Mom, why do they bury dead people anyway?". I paused to think of an answer and Abby quickly piped up. "CHARLIE, (in her I can't believe you don't already know this voice) SO THEY CAN GROW BACK!" <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SJSu79-PwqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hxnHwLc-KME/s1600-h/summer+2008+213.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229997412555145890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SJSu79-PwqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hxnHwLc-KME/s400/summer+2008+213.jpg" border="0" /></a>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-49251179956940970902008-08-01T13:19:00.001-04:002008-08-01T13:39:39.528-04:00LOVIN' SUMMER<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SJNI68JDM4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f-Tip14-k6c/s1600-h/summer+2008+168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229603769720976258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SJNI68JDM4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f-Tip14-k6c/s400/summer+2008+168.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We are having a great summer! I finally downloaded pictures today. We are getting ready to go on vacation so I wanted to have my cammera ready. As I looked through the pictures I was downloading I realized my kids are growing like the weeds in my garden. William has tuned into a little big boy. He loves splashing around in his pool more than anything!</div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-74353621668823109832008-06-08T14:07:00.002-04:002008-06-08T14:13:52.174-04:00Look Out Hollywood. . . Here She Comes! ! !<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SEwg7vQ8zkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/e8-M5BvUsr4/s1600-h/spring2008+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209575079632752194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SEwg7vQ8zkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/e8-M5BvUsr4/s400/spring2008+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Abby's dance recital is today. I will have an update to come!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-66280118896224953202008-06-06T14:06:00.004-04:002008-06-06T14:57:29.598-04:00A Belated Birthday Wish!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SEl991EdJdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2VJINDamLH0/s1600-h/spring2008+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208832945201948114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SEl991EdJdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2VJINDamLH0/s400/spring2008+068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I have been feeling guilty because I never posted for my Abbygirl's Birthday!<br /><br />ABBY!!!<br />I can't beleive you are four! Where did the time go? I am so lucky to be your Mama! So many people tell me that I am lucky to have a girl. I am not lucky to have a girl, I am LUCKY to have you!!! You are smart, pretty, fun, funny, and so full of life! You have grown up so much in the past few months. You love to be helpful. You love to make people laugh. You love to take care of all of us! I hope that you will continue to grow with the same confidence. I love you so much. We are all so lucky to have you in our family! Have a great year!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-3034896250651034112008-05-01T19:35:00.002-04:002008-05-01T19:51:17.373-04:00I LOVE YOU. . .Tonight I let Charlie stay up a little later than usual. Donald was working late and Abby and William were completely exhausted from playing outside. Sometimes it is nice to sneak in some alone time with each of the kids. I took this as the perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opportunity</span> to have some time with Charlie. He was happy to sit up and watch some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scooby</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Doo</span>. When the second episode came on he asked if he could stay up even longer to watch it. I said, "Sure". He said, "Thanks Mom". Then came Eddie Haskel out of no where! He said, "Mom, I love you so much. I love you almost as much as those Spider Man shirts you got me for my birthday." Well being his mother, I know how much he loves those shirts. Never did I think that being loved almost as much as a couple of shirts would be so good. I wonder if he will ever know how much I love him?!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-63744883673954699542008-04-30T21:00:00.004-04:002008-04-30T21:29:24.917-04:00Just Thinking Tonight. . .I was just sitting here catching up on some blog reading. I do not post everyday, but I try to read and jump around here and there. I have been reading about one blog friend's husband's serious surgery and his tough recovery. Then there is this amazing woman that just lost her baby at 21 weeks. My other good, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggy</span> friend is sharing her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">struggles</span> after losing her beloved husband to cancer. Another woman's blog that I love to read just found out that her husband is being deployed to Iraq. The list seems to go on and on. Of course, there is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">always</span> lighthearted, funny stuff too. It just hit me. This is life. There are ups and downs in every life. I have learned not to take one minute for granted. Never did I ever for one moment think that I would care so much about these people that I have met (kind of) on the computer. I have found myself reading with tears going down my cheeks. I lay in bed praying at night for my family, my friends, my blog friends. . .The list keeps getting bigger. My mother told me before that the bigger the family that you have equals more worrying. By hopping on this computer I have opened myself up to more to worry about. My prayers are with you all. For the ones that are enduring difficult times, I truly hope these prayers are helping.Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-34021250191762832112008-04-22T19:48:00.004-04:002008-04-22T21:34:30.933-04:00Going to the Garden to Eat. . .<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> WORMS</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192224859021316418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SA58_-vrEUI/AAAAAAAAALo/UsVMdvo723k/s400/worms+and+gardening+006.jpg" border="0" /></strong></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SA6B8OvrEVI/AAAAAAAAALw/S2xw8dw6rtE/s1600-h/worms+and+gardening+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192230292154945874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SA6B8OvrEVI/AAAAAAAAALw/S2xw8dw6rtE/s400/worms+and+gardening+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>We are having so much fun being outside! Abby wanted to get this worm a leash and take him for a walk around the neighborhood. It was a surprise that Charlie would pick up a worm. He used to be afraid of them. As always William has so much fun watching everybody and just being him! I love how everything is still so new and exciting with these guys! They are so much fun!</div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SA6RaOvrEWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_J_-J_RXgco/s1600-h/worms+and+gardening+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192247300225438050" style="CURSOR: hand" height="311" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/SA6RaOvrEWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_J_-J_RXgco/s400/worms+and+gardening+011.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></div></div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-34826646433784170082008-04-15T14:57:00.003-04:002008-04-15T18:27:17.369-04:00When Priests Can FlyWe were outside today enjoying the sunshine and the 50 degree temperatures. Charlie was practicing riding his bike. Abby was on the scooter. I was pushing William in the stroller. A priest pulled up and asked us if he was in front of the right house. He was paying a visit to an elderly neighbor who had taken a bad fall and broken her arm a couple weeks ago. I directed him where to go. In the meantime, Charlie got inpatient and was saying, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MAAAAAM</span> Hurry Up! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MaaaM</span>!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MAAAM</span>! " What an inpatient little bugger! I said, "Charlie, do you know who that was?" (We are protestant so the kids did not recognize him by his outfit.) I told the kids that the man was a priest and they looked at me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dumbfounded</span>. I told them that he worked for God and Jesus. Charlie <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">apologized</span> for acting that way. Abby quickly piped in and said, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ooohh</span>, Mama, does that mean he can FLY?"Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-55002462143074026852008-04-09T14:01:00.004-04:002008-04-09T14:14:16.795-04:00Who's that Kid. . .<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_0GwnqRy5I/AAAAAAAAALI/o8Jd65LtMZw/s1600-h/3-22-08+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187309778150476690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_0GwnqRy5I/AAAAAAAAALI/o8Jd65LtMZw/s400/3-22-08+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_0GxHqRy6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xuzt0MEv9Wc/s1600-h/3-22-08+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187309786740411298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_0GxHqRy6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xuzt0MEv9Wc/s400/3-22-08+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_0Gx3qRy7I/AAAAAAAAALY/Fy_jMKuR2Z8/s1600-h/3-22-08+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187309799625313202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_0Gx3qRy7I/AAAAAAAAALY/Fy_jMKuR2Z8/s400/3-22-08+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Eating Oreo Cookies?!?!</strong></div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-83452483024285533302008-04-08T13:16:00.002-04:002008-04-08T13:24:28.764-04:00Spring is Here!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_uqIYCZaTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8IIHw5c7ADU/s1600-h/swing+set+april+2008+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186926456715438386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_uqIYCZaTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8IIHw5c7ADU/s400/swing+set+april+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_uqJICZaUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yJp_0QcaMns/s1600-h/swing+set+april+2008+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186926469600340290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_uqJICZaUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yJp_0QcaMns/s400/swing+set+april+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It is so nice to be outside! I hope it is safe to say that spring is finally here!</div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-23472237032728430602008-04-03T20:27:00.002-04:002008-04-03T20:38:45.269-04:00Rule # 1<strong>Do Not Wear Your Wife's Pants To Work!</strong><br />Donald leaves every morning at 530am to go to work. He leaves early to beat the traffic. With traffic his commute would be at least an hour and a half. If he leaves at this time it only takes him forty five minutes. He has a gym in his office so he works out and then showers there. It saves him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">a lot</span> of time and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aggravation</span>. He is a morning person and wakes up before his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">alarm</span>. Since he began this job in January he packs his clothes the night before so all he has to do is pretty much wake up and go.<br />This morning was just like every other, but when he went to get dressed he could not fit his leg in his pants. The reason why, you might ask?!?! They were not his pants, they were mine! I got a phone call at 830am. It was my wonderful husband just letting me know he would be working from home today! We had a great laugh over this one!!! <br />His work is right near a mall. He could have stopped in and bought some new pants, but I think he missed me and it was a great excuse to get home!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-22474287144421294252008-04-02T11:32:00.002-04:002008-04-02T11:37:06.173-04:00I Remember. . .The day you were born, Mary! Twenty-eight years ago today! My prayers were answered. I got my very own baby sister. Little did I know she would be the boss. She would be bossing me around and she would be calling all of the shots. You could not be a better sister to me and Amy. I feel so lucky to have you. You have turned into the best person that a MEME could be. I love you Murry, Mares, Meme, Miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">KIllowatca</span>! You are DA BOMB! Happy Birthday Sister!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-88894227321787400612008-04-02T10:58:00.004-04:002008-04-02T11:06:34.284-04:00Dear Abby. . .<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_OgM4CZaSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ThfW9bLPdJA/s1600-h/8-2007-10-2007+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184663739094886690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R_OgM4CZaSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ThfW9bLPdJA/s400/8-2007-10-2007+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thank you for letting me use your blanky last night! You must have known I needed it! You were right, it is so soft and it smells so good, just like you!</div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-80935783103261998042008-03-28T14:30:00.004-04:002008-03-28T15:53:39.949-04:00Vagina Rhymes With ChinaI was putting the kids to bed last night. William goes in with out a hitch lately. All I do is say, "It is time to go Night, Night." , and he starts sucking his thumb and right in the crib he goes. Abby has been good lately too. I should knock on wood saying this because it seems like when bedtime routines start to go smoothly you can pretty much expect something will change at any moment. Charlie has always been a good sleeper and easy to put to bed, except lately. With all that he has had going on lately I guess I should expect his frustration to come out here and there. Last night after the usual bed time routine, I tucked him in said "Good Night!", got a hug and a kiss and came down stairs. I was quickly called back up. First he wanted a drink, then he wanted to talk. I did both of these things and came back down. He called me again. Now he is usually not like this. I was actually thinking that his voice sounded like Abby's. She is usually the one calling down to me! I went up for the third time, trying so hard to be patient. He said, "Mom, what is that called when you are naked?" as he pointed to my crotch. I started feeling faint. I was not ready for this. I am an adult. I am educated. I am a Registered Nurse. I could not handle this question from my five year old baby boy! I said, "It is called a penis on you." He said in a frustrated, know it all tone, "I know! I am talking about you!" I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">couldn't</span> say it. I am immature. I am not ready for this. I could not say it! I hesitated and then I gathered up all the calmness I could find and I said, "It is called the female bum." I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. I lied. I am thirty two years old and I couldn't say it! The female bum! He was quiet after that and went right to sleep. I went down stairs feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooooo</span> guilty. I am the worst mother in the world. I know what I was supposed to do, but I couldn't. I shared the story with Donald and of course, he had a great laugh. I laughed too. All the while I had tremendous guilt. What is wrong with me. You are supposed to be honest. If he asked the question, I should be able to answer it. All night the conversation haunted me.<br />At 5:30 a.m. I got my usual wake-up call from him in the bathroom. I said to him, "Remember, last night when you asked me what the female bum is called?" He said, "Yes." and looked up at me squinting with sleepy eyes. I said well there is another word, "It is called a vagina." He looked up at me more awake this time and said, "Oh cool, it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rhymes</span> with China!"Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-25942371821082690782008-03-24T10:43:00.007-04:002008-03-24T11:36:39.834-04:00What a Weekend!We had so much fun this Easter weekend!<br /><div> </div><div>On Friday we decorated eggs. . . </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fAXoCZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qnghX3wvm2s/s1600-h/easter+2008+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181321408430041202" style="CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fAXoCZaHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qnghX3wvm2s/s400/easter+2008+003.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fAYoCZaII/AAAAAAAAAJc/LkpoWaqJLDw/s1600-h/easter+2008+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181321425609910402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fAYoCZaII/AAAAAAAAAJc/LkpoWaqJLDw/s400/easter+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fAZYCZaJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iYIPGh1CEw0/s1600-h/easter+2008+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181321438494812306" style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fAZYCZaJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iYIPGh1CEw0/s400/easter+2008+005.jpg" width="429" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>On Saturday we went to an Egg Hunt in our neighborhood . . .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fB8oCZaKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R83nitMHJl4/s1600-h/easter+2008+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181323143596828834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fB8oCZaKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R83nitMHJl4/s400/easter+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div>It was Williams first time walking outside and he loved it!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fDy4CZaLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WmeA785onqU/s1600-h/easter+2008+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181325175116359858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fDy4CZaLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WmeA785onqU/s400/easter+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fDzYCZaMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vFKvZOLOmvo/s1600-h/easter+2008+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181325183706294466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fDzYCZaMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vFKvZOLOmvo/s400/easter+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br />When we woke up on Sunday morning the Easter Bunny had been to our house!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fGhICZaNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/apqEpRoORrM/s1600-h/easter+2008+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181328168708565202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fGhICZaNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/apqEpRoORrM/s400/easter+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fGhoCZaOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZuLBdIamOE4/s1600-h/easter+2008+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181328177298499810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fGhoCZaOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZuLBdIamOE4/s400/easter+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fGiYCZaPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QnwmFXrL40Q/s1600-h/easter+2008+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181328190183401714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fGiYCZaPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QnwmFXrL40Q/s400/easter+2008+051.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>We went to church and we got to see the whole gang. . .<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fH_YCZaQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/m6_aKcfCnDQ/s1600-h/easter+2008+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181329787911235842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-fH_YCZaQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/m6_aKcfCnDQ/s400/easter+2008+063.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>We are sooooooo BLESSED!!!!<br /></div><div></div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-29978691039601070982008-03-21T16:13:00.003-04:002008-03-21T16:31:06.991-04:00An Easter Preview<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-QYnYCZaGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LeGHdI-NbUg/s1600-h/3-22-08+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180292536129382498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-QYnYCZaGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LeGHdI-NbUg/s400/3-22-08+063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Things are going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> better here! Last night I tried Charlie's old Easter suit on William to see if it would fit him. He looked so cute. I can't wait until Sunday! It looks like it is crazy disco in this picture, but it is sere-sucker. I am sure he will be mad someday about this outfit, but they are only little for a short time. Happy Easter everyone!!!</div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-7929347903891611992008-03-19T21:18:00.001-04:002008-03-19T21:34:04.176-04:00Wishing............<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-G7loCZaFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W3Z_nEHPXlo/s1600-h/abbybeach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R-G7loCZaFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W3Z_nEHPXlo/s400/abbybeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179627301529806930" border="0" /></a>for beach weather :)</div>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-64034651348308717982008-02-28T17:23:00.000-05:002008-02-28T17:30:08.864-05:00Before They Were Blog Stars. . .Would the real <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kelly4.blogspot.com">Amy Jean Kelly </a>please stand up! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172161261245342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R8c1Q4mQpDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K9wWc4eErXo/s400/Cheerleader.jpg" border="0" />Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-64673261932443056572008-02-26T18:56:00.000-05:002008-02-26T19:18:43.909-05:00I Will be Sleeping Tonight. . .I hope! I can't tell you the last night I got a solid night sleep. I know that once you have kids you never really sleep like you did before, but lately this has been ridiculous! It is all my fault. The sick wake up calls become routine, but once I have been woken up lately I have been finding it really hard to go back to sleep. I have been driving myself crazy with worry. After today, I feel so much better! <br />The kids are all feeling much better. We had are meeting at Children's Hospital today. I can not tell you enough about what a wonderful and amazing place that is! At a personal level, we were taken care of! They spent so much time with us. They answered all of our questions. They are taking care of my babe. Although, this is going to be something that he will always have and he will always have to be on medicine, I feel like he is going to be OK! Looking around at everyone else's babies, big and small, I felt lucky! They are working miracles there. Those doctors and nurses are not average, they are angels!<br />I have more energy. I do not feel as overwhelmed. I will be back to blogging. Thank you again for all of your kind words, thoughts, and prayers! Goodnight!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-31164170893188147872008-02-18T20:34:00.000-05:002008-02-18T21:05:40.157-05:00What a crew!<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R7ozN4mQpCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wGwBr47jpkk/s1600-h/2-8-08+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168499835985241122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R7ozN4mQpCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wGwBr47jpkk/s400/2-8-08+043.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />We have got one sick house here! This picture shows you what I'm dealing with. Abby and William have had the fever, cold, cough thing. She is finally starting to get some collor back in her cheeks. I think she is on the mend. For some reason she is always the first to get sick and the first to get better. William is just one big fever booger and all he wants is to be held. Holding him isn't a bad thing at all because he is so cuddly! Hopefully he will be feeling better by tomorrow. Charlie ended up getting what the other two have the day after being at the hospital. He is a trooper. For some reason Donald has a broken blood vessel in his eye and it looks like I punched him out. It is not hurting him, but boy does it hurt to look at!<br />I spoke to the Doctor on Friday and the tests for Charlie came back positive for inflamatory bowel disease. The doctor said right now because of where it is effecting him it is ulcerative collitis. He prescribed medicine for him which was really difficult to get but I will post about that another time. We have to go back on Tuesday to meet with a team. I have a million questions and hopefully we will get them all answered then. I know that it could be so much worse, but I still wish that it didn't have to be anything at all. He is my baby!<br />Thanks again for all of your kind words and prayers. We will get him on track and feeling better.Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-16956597887570151682008-02-15T07:56:00.000-05:002008-02-15T08:09:05.393-05:00Sorry I did not get here sooner!After a long day of tests yesterday, we still do not know everything. We should know more by the end of the day today. I am so releived to have yesterday overwith and to be close to knowing what is going on. Charlie is great, according to him, yesterday was one of his best days ever. He got to be with his Mom and Dad by himself all day and go to "one of the coolest hospital's in the world", and eat whatever he wanted when he was done. He also had some really crazy dreams! (he must have forgot to shut off his t.v.!) When he got home he got to chill out and watch Schreck. The really good thing is the stuff that I can not even say is rulled out. The tough part is that he is my baby and I wish there was nothing wrong at all. I would much rather it be me! We will get through this!<br />Thank you so much for all of your nice words, thoughts and prayers!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-22875668490966187842008-02-13T14:01:00.000-05:002008-02-13T14:28:21.881-05:00Calling All Blog Angels!!!!I am writting this hoping that you read my sister Amy's post from last week. I am so slow at this and I don't have the time or the patience right now to figure out how to link it up. Well anyway, Amy did a really nice post about blog angels. We are needing some prayers over here! I am not a very good communicator, especially when I am worried about something. Needless to say, I am really worried. I do not want to sound any alarms before I really know anything and I am sorry for this. I was hoping maybe you could keep us in your prayers before I give you any details. I know this is selfish. I am hoping after tomorrow I will be able to say, "Thank God that is all it is" and carry on. All that I do know right now is that saying about, "being a mother is like letting someone else walk around with your heart" (that is definately not it exactly, but you can get the jist), well anyway, it is more than your heart. It is your whole heart and soul that they walk around with! Please, Dear God, Make Everything Be O.K.!!!Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307974177866887262.post-66633947487021699952008-02-08T15:45:00.000-05:002008-02-08T15:56:09.172-05:00Couldn't you just eat these?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R6zBcbqivuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DyTaaIHS_ZU/s1600-h/2-8-08+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R6zBcbqivuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DyTaaIHS_ZU/s400/2-8-08+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164715566893809378" /></a><br />I just love these legs! He is on the run now, so I don't know how long they will stay like this. I just can't get enough of them or him!!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R6zASrqivtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v5TEwWJnbvk/s1600-h/2-8-08+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xFrsRQkwbw/R6zASrqivtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v5TEwWJnbvk/s400/2-8-08+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164714299878457042" /></a>Happy Dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10980603534282522717noreply@blogger.com17