tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41611694172216184802024-03-12T20:54:43.777-07:00ColebirdsScott, Kate, AsherKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-23561337426851831942011-04-06T11:26:00.000-07:002011-04-07T06:36:54.409-07:00Smarty PantsAsher's vocabulary at 14 months is very impressive (but I'm his mom so everything he does is impressive to me...). I guess all of the days where all we do is read and read some more are showing their fruit!<br /><br />Mama<br />Dada<br />Nana<br />DooDoo (my sister)<br />GeGe (Granny)<br />Tertrude (Gertrude, our dog)<br />Stinky (cat)<br />Caleb<br />Jake<br />BobBob (Jim Bob)<br />Hahpah (Harper)<br />Ellie<br />Ava<br />Hannah<br />outside<br />hot-ah (hot)<br />ball<br />car<br />truck<br />hammer<br />drill<br />dogdog<br />cow<br />duck<br />block<br />bear<br />bird<br />diaper<br />swing<br />bubble<br />stick<br />No no<br />boom boom<br />Squirt squirt (colloidal silver squirt bottle)<br />big boy bed<br />hop on pop (when he wants to get in the Ergo or Boba on Scott's back)<br />home<br />shoe<br />sock<br />Noonoo (nose)<br />belly button<br />bobo (when he wants to nurse)<br />Peepee<br />Teetee<br />Poopoo (he's already pooped in the potty!)<br />blue<br />water<br />beans<br />chicken<br />blueberry<br />strawberry<br />raspberry (yes, all the berry names sound different!)<br />banana<br />Tooper toe (what he calls clementines/oranges...long story)<br />beef<br />pea balls (green peas)<br />kini-kinis (zucchinis)<br />apple<br />egg<br />hummus<br />poke poke (fork)<br />spoon<br />night night<br />eye ball<br />Up<br />cart<br />noodle<br />balloon<br />Hiiiiieeeee (hi)<br />Hello<br />Gawgaw (What he calls a phone. No idea why)<br /><br />From Babycenter:<br />"At 14 months, your toddler understands many more words than she can say. Her spoken vocabulary likely consists of about three to five words, typically "Mama," "Dada," and one other simple word such as "ball" or "dog," but she learns the meanings of new words every day"<br /><br />Okay....I'm bragging now. :)<br /><br /><br />What a little Tooper!! It gets more and more fun...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfLflIiDoYILeJGHEtgBvHbYMS__J-1jqbbdWKr8HE9MhfbPitz4HfuOs-pw3F5AJPk__tgvWyXalDzpz01_87AJdbULZwd8j8ldiOT_0zwFBS6fg_TUNKT5vFjhD9TegUixbeEtHXig/s1600/DSC_0351.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfLflIiDoYILeJGHEtgBvHbYMS__J-1jqbbdWKr8HE9MhfbPitz4HfuOs-pw3F5AJPk__tgvWyXalDzpz01_87AJdbULZwd8j8ldiOT_0zwFBS6fg_TUNKT5vFjhD9TegUixbeEtHXig/s400/DSC_0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833130380134274" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-71416487206262719822011-03-25T09:11:00.001-07:002011-03-25T10:00:23.041-07:00Pigs Are Flying in the Cole HomeMost mommies will agree that there is nothing sweeter than snuggling and sleeping with their babes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIiEAOdLNSr3Rw-t6t63w6gNJUOgxKwjSuioIhQ-gbZ2FWxew32it6i4V73fs3R2ZnR5KCEni5o9QcP2t3NVj9EDGULrx-ZyFS_8ZKZ4v7_QPkT-lxrlOqdRIB_m4xVMX_LKoMSSRSAw/s1600/DSC_0232.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIiEAOdLNSr3Rw-t6t63w6gNJUOgxKwjSuioIhQ-gbZ2FWxew32it6i4V73fs3R2ZnR5KCEni5o9QcP2t3NVj9EDGULrx-ZyFS_8ZKZ4v7_QPkT-lxrlOqdRIB_m4xVMX_LKoMSSRSAw/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588054317878044242" border="0" /></a>2 days old<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRCoHoOVl0TemcSNMrwxZplFhS-L9DKpM48N5KZHC6YjYYLd83BEbL1PwZxr5eoTc2Lcyi08KPqmNpRAys-qPQyR2Lb7PrkPEXk_JtO3ET68kL7wGaD-vEXoIj-WnSO8xBtilPnTZkMo/s1600/DSC_0385.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRCoHoOVl0TemcSNMrwxZplFhS-L9DKpM48N5KZHC6YjYYLd83BEbL1PwZxr5eoTc2Lcyi08KPqmNpRAys-qPQyR2Lb7PrkPEXk_JtO3ET68kL7wGaD-vEXoIj-WnSO8xBtilPnTZkMo/s400/DSC_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588054831817706274" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">5 days old<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-toHMQ-FNSLdmg0bO5TNK7dFtXDTzKWN451_saPwhIAwmhV0Ugpz-ZGxzew6EJEH32x0aws8BI9zoqdX6Vshf7ffaQm_A03ZDGoY2Bam6EqdD7gNghf-cTLiQf6biaHiHmoT-2Rs0ZI/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-toHMQ-FNSLdmg0bO5TNK7dFtXDTzKWN451_saPwhIAwmhV0Ugpz-ZGxzew6EJEH32x0aws8BI9zoqdX6Vshf7ffaQm_A03ZDGoY2Bam6EqdD7gNghf-cTLiQf6biaHiHmoT-2Rs0ZI/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588054837161087970" border="0" /></a>I mean seriously, who would not want to wake up to this??<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Some of my most precious memories have been just laying in bed staring at my little miracle. His squishy lips have always been my favorite. I have always had to stay with Asher throughout his naps to keep him asleep, and while I was desperate to be able to get up and get things done at the time, I am SO glad that I stayed and snuggled and stared and soaked up every minute with him. I will always cherish those days.<br /><br />Fast forward- Asher is 14 months and you will still find a lot of this going on around here:<br /></div></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbTsYgqQvZ81R0kGKw93WZ6fgdoYJ51_q0rr-ZvOdr-iXm5WP5TyL4IrgExhkt6xDsFQO_7FOo4kaWUlnJgmU_t5Yirok3BLLSTZ1sNcDV4yGeFg4Bwm9ZKgg44vhb0ojsAiPttblePI/s1600/DSC_0482.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbTsYgqQvZ81R0kGKw93WZ6fgdoYJ51_q0rr-ZvOdr-iXm5WP5TyL4IrgExhkt6xDsFQO_7FOo4kaWUlnJgmU_t5Yirok3BLLSTZ1sNcDV4yGeFg4Bwm9ZKgg44vhb0ojsAiPttblePI/s400/DSC_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588053093638927218" border="0" /></a><br />Nighttime nursing had reached an all time high- 7 or 8 times on average- and no one is getting any sleep. I absolutely love having my sweet boy next to me, but am also seeing how it is starting to wear on our family as a whole (It would also be nice to cut back on the nursing so mommy's fertility will return....). I knew that Asher is not a baby anymore, and that it was time for a little independence. We weren't going to force anything, but I had a mommy-instinct feeling that he was ready.<br /><br />So one night Scott took him into his room to sleep in his "big boy bed" while he slept on the trundle next to him to help him back to sleep whenever he woke. I expected that night to be a disaster, but it really went pretty smoothly. He woke up around 11 and cried (with Scott holding and comforting him) for 9 minutes and then woke again around 4 and I nursed him. We knew that he was able to understand what "night night" meant and that he could trust us for what was best. We had a brief hiccup while he was teething (worst night ever), but the 4 days since have been PERFECT! He goes down at 8:30, sleeps until 4:30 (!), Scott will bring him in to me to nurse and then take him back and he sleeps until 7:30. PRAISE THE LORD! There was no terrible week of crying and breaking his will. I am so glad that we waited until he was ready and it was such a smooth transition. He will even roll over when he is finished nursing, say "big boy bed" and try to climb up into bed. By the way, we got these <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magic-Bumpers-Portable-Child-Safety/dp/B003KFCV6S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1301072212&sr=8-1">Magic Bumpers</a> and they are awesome.<br /><br />I seriously do not know what to do with all this sleep though. I dream A LOT now and wake up SO zonked because my body is in the restoration phase from the last 14 months of nightly beatings. I sincerely believe that Asher would not be as loving, compassionate, SWEET, and engaging had we forced him into something before he was ready, so every sleepless night was WORTH IT!<br /><br />I guess my baby is growing up!! Sniff Sniff<br /><br />(He is walking too:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3oiS6ifzwZfDBnU2e-GtFSQLMpQHzt5VKeuUAfcKg5JePTI6bIy7wOMIXw5P0mDcFr5NjBqWpUqq0_H6C4PMyzpfTdDoyH8eTfgojYpr8TpCYcZ_LOPnSk-tWQrUzSuf02Jc51tTBo0/s1600/DSC_0482.JPG"><br /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-72491756152537485392011-03-21T09:16:00.001-07:002011-03-21T09:21:21.230-07:00One Thousand Gifts Winner!Believe me, I would buy you all a copy if I could......but,<br /><a href="http://thepoefam.blogspot.com/"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Mrs. Brittney Poe!!!</span></a><br />You are the winner!!!<br /><br />Facebook message me your address and I'll send it your way. So excited for you to get your socks blown off by this book.<br /><br />So everyone else needs to go read it anyway....and pass it on!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-63342578053097238332011-03-17T14:46:00.000-07:002011-03-17T15:01:18.890-07:00Giveaway!<span style="font-size:130%;">There is this book.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxFIMcZHJUJMfva-YxlOkEdtTdh8gYd3tsuV2UzUvk_VTRLtg-cQJgl1S1x0iHnyCLtOiyOEog-sovRDj3tguzDWdE_w2ZXZ770goL178PwhKMT7YFiW_4rX5s9AwfHCaTaLtOb1aKw7N/s1600/One+Thousand+GIfts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxFIMcZHJUJMfva-YxlOkEdtTdh8gYd3tsuV2UzUvk_VTRLtg-cQJgl1S1x0iHnyCLtOiyOEog-sovRDj3tguzDWdE_w2ZXZ770goL178PwhKMT7YFiW_4rX5s9AwfHCaTaLtOb1aKw7N/s1600/One+Thousand+GIfts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1300398480&sr=8-1">One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to live Fully Right Where You Are</a></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />It is phenomenal. Beautiful. Poetry. Soul-stirring. Encouraging and challenging and revolutionary.<br /><br />It will change the way you live, the way you treat others, the way you see God.<br /><br />I want to give you a copy.</span><br /><br /> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">::</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(183, 211, 215); float: left; line-height: 80px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 1px;font-family:times;font-size:120px;" >‘I</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">walk in our back door to candlelight still flickering, hang the keys on the hook, and look around at the steep mountain of laundry there in the mudroom, the shoes scattered, a coat dropped.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">The mudroom sink is grime ringed. Fingerprints smear across the mirror. And I laugh the happiest wonder.</span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">In an afternoon’s drizzle, I give happy thanks for the daily mess with a smile a mile wide, because this is again my chance to wholeheartedly serve God, to do full-bodied eucharisteo with the hands and the heart and the lips. </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">I can count each task a gift, pure eucharisteo. Grace! </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>This work—the thousand endless jobs—they each give the opportunity for one to become the gift, a thousand times over!</strong></span> </p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Because with every one of the thousand, endless jobs, I become the gift to God and to others, because this work is the public God serving, the daily liturgy of thanks, the completing of the Communion service with my service.</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p><span style="font-size:85%;">While the Deceiver jockeys to dupe us into thinking otherwise, we who are made in the image of God, being formed into Christ’s likeness, <strong>our happiness comes, too, not in the having but in the handing over. </strong></span> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Give your life away in exchange for many lives, give away your blessings to multiply blessings, give away so that many might increase, and do it all for the love of God. </span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p><div class="p3-img-protect p3-img-protect-aligncenter no-orig-alignclass" style="width: 640px;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">I can bless, pour out, be broken and given in our home and the larger world and never fear that there won’t be enough to give. because <em>eucharisteo</em> has taught me to trust that there is always enough God. He has no end. And it is God Himself who serves me as I serve. </span></div> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>He calls us to serve, and it is Him whom we serve, but He, very God, kneels down to<em> serve us </em>as we serve.</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"> The servant-hearted never serve alone.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong> Serve God alone –spend the whole of your one wild and beautiful life investing in many lives — and God simply will not be outdone. God extravagantly pays back everything we give away and exactly in the currency that is not of this world but the one we yearn for:</strong> <em>Joy in Him</em>…</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">And this <em>eucharisteo</em> wakens me wide-eyed and nodding to the words of Tagore that I, a mother of six, now own, bought with the practice of<em> eucharisteo</em>:</span></p> <blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;">“I slept and dreamt life was joy, I awoke and saw life was service, I acted and, behold, service was joy.” </span></p></blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">I reach out and touch the reflection in the splattered mirror over the sink and whisper into those eyes: <strong>Yes, today, again, yes, you can bless!</strong><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/?p=3749"> Here </a>you can enact eucharisteo; here you can become a current in a river of grace that redeems the world!</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/?p=3749">Here </a>I can become the blessing, a little life that multiplies joy, making the larger world a better place.</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">God can be in me, even me, and use these hands, these feet, to be His love, a love that goes on and on and on forever, endless cycle of grace.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I am blessed.<br />I can bless.<br />So this is happiness.</em>‘</span></p><p> -<span style="font-size:78%;">Excerpt from One Thousand Gifts by: Ann Voskamp</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Leave a comment saying you want it. Share somewhere and leave a comment saying so. Random winner will be chosen.....soon.</span><br /></p>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-68999332263374593192011-03-06T08:40:00.000-08:002011-03-06T09:05:00.087-08:00Asher's First Zoo TripI had been wanting to take Toop to the zoo for a LONG time, but the weather has been yucky and Scott has been busy with house stuff whenever he has a day off. So when I saw that it was supposed to be beautiful outside, I put my foot down, declared a family day, and we were off! Mommy was more excited than the boys because she used to go to the Ft. Worth zoo all the time when she was little.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKfRX2HJcVOlt7liSBDPqjt996esTfprkcfh733zeqTHcS6UmvOlFP-5xLHVM-bMqnlpoFGiZ5D6odsEdWs_UVdGbtOmGmU-1da5RiTyrxPGp8IS4Ny6v7yFWcMoz8Ekcfp-aHxuRjNo/s1600/DSC_0525.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKfRX2HJcVOlt7liSBDPqjt996esTfprkcfh733zeqTHcS6UmvOlFP-5xLHVM-bMqnlpoFGiZ5D6odsEdWs_UVdGbtOmGmU-1da5RiTyrxPGp8IS4Ny6v7yFWcMoz8Ekcfp-aHxuRjNo/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009114803856722" border="0" /></a>We took WAY too much stuff with us<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDpSjJ2xUVjxzMffIUQ7HuSb3mNG8SIJ5tH3Ai2Qd6pZNBbhDWB7RRLBM1CfXM260yXHruIuzBEfPC9VJ3omETWsux-C-22jkDWbg0tRKrN_TqE86E8PgyXKmq-OKE4mjwupQ4pll19s/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDpSjJ2xUVjxzMffIUQ7HuSb3mNG8SIJ5tH3Ai2Qd6pZNBbhDWB7RRLBM1CfXM260yXHruIuzBEfPC9VJ3omETWsux-C-22jkDWbg0tRKrN_TqE86E8PgyXKmq-OKE4mjwupQ4pll19s/s400/DSC_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009118848931874" border="0" /></a>First stop: pink flamingos!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WC7bRXm80a4aNx2zL-dYQhNodqSGVPy6ohjpS2sKk8lGEZyamP-ED-hruM0c8jGz0ie2KR-msCx959seoaJBfNwbS35KR2HwnBabQHJEqx5q9alEXR-HJaCqt5J9onjwUe0UJFJ-VTU/s1600/DSC_0543.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WC7bRXm80a4aNx2zL-dYQhNodqSGVPy6ohjpS2sKk8lGEZyamP-ED-hruM0c8jGz0ie2KR-msCx959seoaJBfNwbS35KR2HwnBabQHJEqx5q9alEXR-HJaCqt5J9onjwUe0UJFJ-VTU/s400/DSC_0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009122025697058" border="0" /></a>I was so surprised that Ash wasn't scared of the gorillas at all. He gets scared when I sneeze...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XaSIsFYqcSyymbbQAloN7w-R7L6vJLH5b9QIoy9UAVWYhAuRY1l21NLI1IpYKwZDidCIrtJEHJrSTUF__PHtjMGvPkGIX7CF0XwNgcj1g2u1PnI7QwUdXWkdciPZpES19ulrBEpFpdg/s1600/DSC_0544.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XaSIsFYqcSyymbbQAloN7w-R7L6vJLH5b9QIoy9UAVWYhAuRY1l21NLI1IpYKwZDidCIrtJEHJrSTUF__PHtjMGvPkGIX7CF0XwNgcj1g2u1PnI7QwUdXWkdciPZpES19ulrBEpFpdg/s400/DSC_0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009126713024194" border="0" /></a>I was nervous that the gorilla was going to hit the glass or something and freak him out....<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaO_73gqZ-k0STENt-GeovsFJbBNQPiOHavxVHgddLkVnwtb9gBtVzwjrnpFJC6rpjHjX4xKj-FtDxpDCR_KHHfHkz6m3KI3n0zGODJl11HU_iJxMdBeFZHItDKo7HOdHd5C34MgGLUhI/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaO_73gqZ-k0STENt-GeovsFJbBNQPiOHavxVHgddLkVnwtb9gBtVzwjrnpFJC6rpjHjX4xKj-FtDxpDCR_KHHfHkz6m3KI3n0zGODJl11HU_iJxMdBeFZHItDKo7HOdHd5C34MgGLUhI/s400/DSC_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009133032752946" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Be one with the monkey<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY1ae5NSYB6TYJpYKGF3vgYlOZkJOqu-OAwHyQZI_nIbtTEFGu1U9xZjEgeQrC79TAv2vaF3RMt3xBAdrspMCeO7IndZqDQbIoyLeWI3Noxug9M4Nd_yR7tS9yzEytYUz2UqCWEYOfac/s1600/DSC_0556.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY1ae5NSYB6TYJpYKGF3vgYlOZkJOqu-OAwHyQZI_nIbtTEFGu1U9xZjEgeQrC79TAv2vaF3RMt3xBAdrspMCeO7IndZqDQbIoyLeWI3Noxug9M4Nd_yR7tS9yzEytYUz2UqCWEYOfac/s400/DSC_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009938391407490" border="0" /></a>Scott with the chimp I said reminded me of him<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6ccXZo8mEe3ZghC8szJ6mCmHo0qRxTkbeUsjDPaCeQhL6aAaZ0MlHIlEoGoj4z4zmyAljQlnTbJL2NA2ShX1dXwTnORc3IaML3jFBn7_PQMEbrOZNNAUKbnT-_A7vjsCu35Vedqf_tA/s1600/DSC_0558.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6ccXZo8mEe3ZghC8szJ6mCmHo0qRxTkbeUsjDPaCeQhL6aAaZ0MlHIlEoGoj4z4zmyAljQlnTbJL2NA2ShX1dXwTnORc3IaML3jFBn7_PQMEbrOZNNAUKbnT-_A7vjsCu35Vedqf_tA/s400/DSC_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009944850890834" border="0" /></a>"Rhinoceroses snort and snuff...."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">**This is the point in the day where I spilled a huge drink all over the camera and video camera. You can see the damage in the pics below...that is until we cleaned the lens**<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswgpeMjkzHmfR69p_Jdj4ksQ-9ES5NFC9xHoTRuhquGbwjzOwVNA5phopXPnSElArH3cAasKddCmfqkarE-uX4GYsaZUnrG1QQQitwmtT1kxZgSOA9gcB0Ub6oORRpvFSDQ35ZJQvFAc/s1600/DSC_0565.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswgpeMjkzHmfR69p_Jdj4ksQ-9ES5NFC9xHoTRuhquGbwjzOwVNA5phopXPnSElArH3cAasKddCmfqkarE-uX4GYsaZUnrG1QQQitwmtT1kxZgSOA9gcB0Ub6oORRpvFSDQ35ZJQvFAc/s400/DSC_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009946776931410" border="0" /></a> ELEPHANTS! My favorite part! I thought Asher would be more excited, but he just made the elephant noise over and over. They weren't really doing anything so maybe he didn't know they were real<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikU3FqTDBOqJyAZZKaoSK7Rgy2yqGxlXTmT4JlIDd4_oXEyWl9lVaH1pmMveEeC-xDvrg2oYIu5c5NpLV36Lb2peYmELp0rTRUa9jYIJsV2QYkun7jA_0xKL6MlDTn5HFy_qh66sTubA/s1600/DSC_0571.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikU3FqTDBOqJyAZZKaoSK7Rgy2yqGxlXTmT4JlIDd4_oXEyWl9lVaH1pmMveEeC-xDvrg2oYIu5c5NpLV36Lb2peYmELp0rTRUa9jYIJsV2QYkun7jA_0xKL6MlDTn5HFy_qh66sTubA/s400/DSC_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009950908140338" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He thought the giraffes were funny<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXPorDZwm53wHye-rCGHI7Loc3f6ENUzSdYIUN9V0wkjse7ct2HZMSQ-Zbm8aD7QMNSU9gOEiOND_pGob83ZOf91j1CNJvCa_YSVJEX3jUFv2uAwh5SUdw6Kr1RnMFUXrf0lgxBrhv94/s1600/DSC_0576.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXPorDZwm53wHye-rCGHI7Loc3f6ENUzSdYIUN9V0wkjse7ct2HZMSQ-Zbm8aD7QMNSU9gOEiOND_pGob83ZOf91j1CNJvCa_YSVJEX3jUFv2uAwh5SUdw6Kr1RnMFUXrf0lgxBrhv94/s400/DSC_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581009957826516082" border="0" /></a>Eatin lunch. How gorgeous are these boys?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBC3QEKgQ2fTmw7Td3dIbohHRC67ZoxQpplArzsaml7JbDoghWnHrjTkLLhK8S3MVCzgosDXCseobegIdcFk_-UDPRPB6l764C5BdZCqUurYYYOrYZcfCYYKWtmhlibyd6IF1Sf3Mg0RM/s1600/DSC_0584.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBC3QEKgQ2fTmw7Td3dIbohHRC67ZoxQpplArzsaml7JbDoghWnHrjTkLLhK8S3MVCzgosDXCseobegIdcFk_-UDPRPB6l764C5BdZCqUurYYYOrYZcfCYYKWtmhlibyd6IF1Sf3Mg0RM/s400/DSC_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581010635182097282" border="0" /></a>Asher's first choo choo ride. Loved it!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8VdhJZ_JnIEy_Rs_B-sR6wBgUne9Ijk2ohHKUZ9P6UkSWQ_ThLqcv-oAYh1SHo37kIWgTGVwARa3xKlCCskKO6lh2xvGZU4Nk1PT5d6_uGiXdYcsqpEd4dGYRMJ-el8YvCe15LB4iiU/s1600/DSC_0594.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8VdhJZ_JnIEy_Rs_B-sR6wBgUne9Ijk2ohHKUZ9P6UkSWQ_ThLqcv-oAYh1SHo37kIWgTGVwARa3xKlCCskKO6lh2xvGZU4Nk1PT5d6_uGiXdYcsqpEd4dGYRMJ-el8YvCe15LB4iiU/s400/DSC_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581010641115889826" border="0" /></a>Petting Zoo<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxpp8ph_YJtWNhmVEC5kMfCfSctIxJjtmmlmjNmgxHKMJRHGKl6UJcEEfYmriHD_ypaJmA4kNuodKi1FUViYgPOaeNKNzVlpbyyImDaE7950YEet3EjB2PscpiBUqC_BhSAAmX-FdDIQ/s1600/DSC_0597.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxpp8ph_YJtWNhmVEC5kMfCfSctIxJjtmmlmjNmgxHKMJRHGKl6UJcEEfYmriHD_ypaJmA4kNuodKi1FUViYgPOaeNKNzVlpbyyImDaE7950YEet3EjB2PscpiBUqC_BhSAAmX-FdDIQ/s400/DSC_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581010642792592658" border="0" /></a>Hop on Pop back to the car.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What a fun day! We got a yearly membership so we will be going back a lot! It will be even more fun when Tooper starts walking.....whenever that will be!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-78628968004164846602011-02-04T15:36:00.000-08:002011-02-04T15:44:41.544-08:00Snowflakes<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"That stay on my nose and eyelashes..."</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDXdqFgS_at3I9Q3LlpqsEElsSBNDP3lEyqq8ZnCMW-W6D85J32qtzCmgxFluBm9aUBx1mHQ_bDjmI34J1_1NojowDQhopasxX5lnaSimzyuPkrBKmlzT6Pe1Q33wPaEHXbHH5Fa2DfE/s1600/DSC_0320.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDXdqFgS_at3I9Q3LlpqsEElsSBNDP3lEyqq8ZnCMW-W6D85J32qtzCmgxFluBm9aUBx1mHQ_bDjmI34J1_1NojowDQhopasxX5lnaSimzyuPkrBKmlzT6Pe1Q33wPaEHXbHH5Fa2DfE/s400/DSC_0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569982848283598418" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-72980880258263952011-02-01T08:56:00.000-08:002011-02-01T08:57:29.631-08:00Chubby Baby WearsAsher has just recently started to slim out since becoming more active. I'm not gonna lie, I hate to see his squishiness leave. Look at all these rolls!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9oz3j800ILKJfeVL77YcEy73sjvBf5aMEIoCYA84gJFl3nw3yx-jvydeNmNcaNJJ_1zKFYzbGch7jWfX-aKMjXba65n6_2C5opKSqE7NfgPfZvrplBlxMu8NK38BLd46qGvAgx_hd00/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9oz3j800ILKJfeVL77YcEy73sjvBf5aMEIoCYA84gJFl3nw3yx-jvydeNmNcaNJJ_1zKFYzbGch7jWfX-aKMjXba65n6_2C5opKSqE7NfgPfZvrplBlxMu8NK38BLd46qGvAgx_hd00/s400/DSC_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568181559697970050" border="0" /></a>At 5 months<br /></div><br /><br />Anyway, it has been quite a challenge to find fat-baby-friendly garb....this is why Asher is wearing the same outfit as above in most of his pictures. After a year of searching, I have discovered the brands that just work better for Michelin men (and women) and thought I'd share them in case you are in the same predicament (and I may be mourning the loss of these sweet rolls just a little bit).<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clothes:</span></span><br /><br />I kept Asher in one-piece outfits for as long as possible because all of the pants I found would dig into his gut and make him spit up. My two favorite brands are Zutano and Hanna Andersson. The elastic on Zutano pants is very thin and comfortable- I never had problems with these pants, even at the fattest stage. The CUTEST prints too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr7On4HEPcX_E0GoMi35DGLcLkmHW_QyJsvcROhme494vD66rbkKDTC-MveG2NO_2JMoAwp2F_9ZgprFPyB8KMlnrCn0umAdLyazAsCC3D4zxEPQmzBWJxZtBXOjiyxo4kOx29rJrREo/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr7On4HEPcX_E0GoMi35DGLcLkmHW_QyJsvcROhme494vD66rbkKDTC-MveG2NO_2JMoAwp2F_9ZgprFPyB8KMlnrCn0umAdLyazAsCC3D4zxEPQmzBWJxZtBXOjiyxo4kOx29rJrREo/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568184764388024002" border="0" /></a><br />Hanna Andersson's pants are also more generously cut, even for cloth diaper babies. I have had some luck with Gymboree, but their sizing is inconsistent.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Cloth Diaper Covers:</span><br /><br />When Asher started sitting up I would always have to undo his diaper cover because it would dig in so much (I used Thirsties and Bummis). If only I had known about Gen-Y covers back then!! I just discovered them recently and LOVE them. They are snap covers so no scratchy velcro and the snaps are at the waist and legs so you can get a great fit. Check out their website here: <a href="http://gen-ydiapers.com/">Gen-Y Diapers</a>. I got some seconds from their outlet and they are in perfect condition.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Shoes:</span><br /><br />Asher has very wide and thick feet, pretty much like spheres. He is toying with the idea of walking soon, so I have been looking for some shoes. It's just as hard as finding pants! Even the Robeez are too narrow for him. I did some research and found <a href="http://www.bobuxusa.com/site/index.html">Bobux</a>. They are similar to Robeez but are cut wider and made from 100% ECOleather (Robeez have some synthetic materials). I love them! They are pricey if you buy them from their website, but I found some brand new ones on eBay for around $8-10 each. He also has some Pedipeds for when we are outside on rough surfaces, but they are still a bit big.<br />**Go read <a href="http://www.drcindyblog.com/where-are-his-shoes/2010/">Dr. Cindy's Blog</a> about the importance of children wearing soft-soled shoes**<br /><br /><br />I'm going to go kiss on some still-chubby cheeks now. :)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-79944969498671385592011-01-28T18:07:00.000-08:002011-01-28T18:54:07.251-08:00StreamWell, Asher turned one on the 15th. I know everyone says this, but where is the time going?? It would make me sad, but every day he is more and more fun! Here are a few pics from his party...we had a bookworm theme because he is OBSESSED with reading!! I love it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZps2wqqXlLm51YjYCVlwNvdjKaTX1hlgXUY1tfG-lFQfDRbEIaT_3umnifZfdVFKZ99grR7QuuPXUJiCEvfKc57mRmlgNixqVkZnhHKbxMG1eWiSr7o_v3K9mbNqpdcJ2fTc0QSJCHSE/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZps2wqqXlLm51YjYCVlwNvdjKaTX1hlgXUY1tfG-lFQfDRbEIaT_3umnifZfdVFKZ99grR7QuuPXUJiCEvfKc57mRmlgNixqVkZnhHKbxMG1eWiSr7o_v3K9mbNqpdcJ2fTc0QSJCHSE/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567425621604208114" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sOHqGeusKOI6OsWTXvGKq9uhBmKSv51Buvp3ZYn4VPZgGThn3ShJZnhxuuIgR9nceZIGj1B7O62WceuwlLNDCYeGM3IoJoT30EfH3XGsoy20rziqllKldlal2VVeaiVaZnF9dWpdBeo/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sOHqGeusKOI6OsWTXvGKq9uhBmKSv51Buvp3ZYn4VPZgGThn3ShJZnhxuuIgR9nceZIGj1B7O62WceuwlLNDCYeGM3IoJoT30EfH3XGsoy20rziqllKldlal2VVeaiVaZnF9dWpdBeo/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567425616315806386" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67zxHIvMMiWUokEUq8U3Me8r3f2gpQv2dbz0TlnGJDGtPnv8It_bi-0BxWFZrjVx8Z5Ve8rlbbJ5wYiU9ZvBBsYs1El1eWrfTm6cNpl-qBbxJ_R9J0G6DIl8xgMikn5BMPQpB_ju7cgY/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJHhmSiXA-VrW21WOuM-oOPU7lXARgmHs-Tif0v-kiFlhMZZImc0X4mE26h13inw_Y1Q2PSR2NXqjbuQTpuEidRrFTdRGLi7wWkOGE_BQ1w00HpG9HsaLVfuyqgjjNamoYbFcxPGn50c/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567425624896000962" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwaM1or1UZL9sDEoe6LY6CJyGHL_o41X_DToDYfQqF_AgcmT3_c8bC2B7Zu6WfXa1F-jw0sOUktZ4nLIse8waYp6iFnjEp1z6OsTLSpKKpI58cqL1358qqAHuBsA861lAdI2nUH4iLFI/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwaM1or1UZL9sDEoe6LY6CJyGHL_o41X_DToDYfQqF_AgcmT3_c8bC2B7Zu6WfXa1F-jw0sOUktZ4nLIse8waYp6iFnjEp1z6OsTLSpKKpI58cqL1358qqAHuBsA861lAdI2nUH4iLFI/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567425626370904898" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFzPrsEyM0JQ3v9bDA7oTsQFXQVgwoAM0cmgc2pVIaVh6frcE0m0uhJ9Py23d_z-aycPyp0iqXoccgG7bRcJeimeMcrq7YeVKBFUgl3HwehcHdoU5UigebWO3SBSdayrxITyzg-IZA4w/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFzPrsEyM0JQ3v9bDA7oTsQFXQVgwoAM0cmgc2pVIaVh6frcE0m0uhJ9Py23d_z-aycPyp0iqXoccgG7bRcJeimeMcrq7YeVKBFUgl3HwehcHdoU5UigebWO3SBSdayrxITyzg-IZA4w/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567429096216546002" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Pqqwm-xovlQyjLhlEMAVQuknUwVrEaA8hOrbzWPvKMB4dWj2DMw6cdkX3scLirJRE_myd0o3aHAXGwQY_ganXTB4kEs3ZFzUbNllABTdnkjFGOB0qTkqZM3tNq25KhefOX_OQWYOzcU/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Pqqwm-xovlQyjLhlEMAVQuknUwVrEaA8hOrbzWPvKMB4dWj2DMw6cdkX3scLirJRE_myd0o3aHAXGwQY_ganXTB4kEs3ZFzUbNllABTdnkjFGOB0qTkqZM3tNq25KhefOX_OQWYOzcU/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567429099300459394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Everyone I know is pregnant. I'm SO ready. In His timing....<br /><br />We are about to start major renovations on our kitchen. I'm excited. We are replacing the counters and back splash, painting the cabinets, installing a dish washer, building deeper cabinets to hold the dish washer, and new lighting and hardware. It's gonna be awesome. I'm so glad I married Mr. Handyman! This is our inspiration:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP8WPhfl2bVnRpVVUbupnT3X_TWCdfFx04IuaYYZ6djHQe2VUgGxbN1jjpOyB9Re9wj_mmAs0MqCuhasy-v74HZaZ34I5y2HPkLMohQCIj0MyFNFks4RgbjXoR-g9NSwG7Nyux7HqhXc/s1600/Something-s-Gotta-Give-Kitchen-somethings-gotta-give-5812110-800-519.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP8WPhfl2bVnRpVVUbupnT3X_TWCdfFx04IuaYYZ6djHQe2VUgGxbN1jjpOyB9Re9wj_mmAs0MqCuhasy-v74HZaZ34I5y2HPkLMohQCIj0MyFNFks4RgbjXoR-g9NSwG7Nyux7HqhXc/s400/Something-s-Gotta-Give-Kitchen-somethings-gotta-give-5812110-800-519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567430903599052386" border="0" /></a>Pretty, right? I love white.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So Asher is pretty much the smartest one year old ever. He can:<br />-make the sound for tiger, elephant, snake, and duck<br />-say "turtle" "Gerdie" "Stinky" "Duck" "diaper" "shoes" "bye bye" "Hiieee" "Dada" "Mama" "Nana" and I'm sure I'm forgetting something<br />-I will say a part of one of his books like, "Children, children what do you see?" and he will go and find Brown Bear Brown Bear and bring it to me<br />-He signs "bird" "all done" and "bobos" (nursing)<br />-He loves to clap, wave, jump, reach his hands up to the sky, so high! so high! (from one of his books)<br />-He understands so much more than I realize and he blows me away with the things he responds to.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKszeZMoqOKi61WchfjF1TmVx01WhBEKsukQE71xOjZYhfT5kcfRdcMuYe8GVW52NLHX2t24GREMuxH_xhVatR1feQ43YhO7NkgHbpbsJbSJzPNV5XzNNgOfTngh-IIb40LKDiXejFdak/s1600/KateCole-57.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKszeZMoqOKi61WchfjF1TmVx01WhBEKsukQE71xOjZYhfT5kcfRdcMuYe8GVW52NLHX2t24GREMuxH_xhVatR1feQ43YhO7NkgHbpbsJbSJzPNV5XzNNgOfTngh-IIb40LKDiXejFdak/s400/KateCole-57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567433569535867858" border="0" /></a><br />I've really been trying to get consistent with exercising (gotta get ready for our beach vaca this summer), but with a bum knee and hips/pelvis that are still feeling the punch of birthing a 10lb 9oz baby, it's been a slow and painful start. I've been doing 30 Day Shred...anyone have any other suggestions for something that is lower impact but still effective?<br /><br />We have been taking Asher to an acupuncturist for his allergies (constant congestion). Scott got great results when he went for his environmental and car allergies so we are hoping Asher will too. It's so hard to have a congested baby who has to nurse to go to sleep. Not fun at all.<br /><br />So ready for the sunshine and warm weather.<br /><br />And for little man to start walking so we can spend more time outside and he won't constantly be doing this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYN42R1LTQNjnPMaSJpQFA0mrP6ZRdolwXEeJamm4vvYXMAtE2hLej611tL-EqRcEkTgNwZ1oWruN6Cr-focry-7VmtgOJSL5WPV3_k8-oa0ZGhcdMu1l1oL2N5bcHo3rbGnuA07OJAI/s1600/DSC_0495.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYN42R1LTQNjnPMaSJpQFA0mrP6ZRdolwXEeJamm4vvYXMAtE2hLej611tL-EqRcEkTgNwZ1oWruN6Cr-focry-7VmtgOJSL5WPV3_k8-oa0ZGhcdMu1l1oL2N5bcHo3rbGnuA07OJAI/s400/DSC_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567435250011881218" border="0" /></a><br />I've been reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1296269537&sr=8-1">One Thousand Gifts</a> and it is rocking me down deep. Please, if you read anything this year (besides the Bible), read this book!!<br /><br />I'm going to try and start blogging again....we'll see. :)<br /></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-66160135124457023182010-12-11T13:23:00.000-08:002010-12-11T19:20:40.686-08:00A Tradition SavedIn the midst of all of the stress of packing and moving to our new house, Scott failed to secure a load of boxes in the back of a pick-up. This resulted in 23 years plus 3 generations of cherished Christmas ornaments decorating the lanes and shoulder of George Bush Turnpike. To say I was crushed is the understatement of the year. There was not one single box of possessions that meant more to me than that one. My wedding dress could have flown out and been run over 2989 times and it wouldn't have upset me more.<br />My mom made it a tradition throughout all of our growing-up years to let me and my sisters pick out a Hallmark ornament every year. She let us get whichever one we wanted, even if it was a dumb beaver postman or a dog in a basket for the 100th time. It was so fun to get them out every year and add to our collection. I don't know why we loved it so much; I guess traditions just mean a lot to kids. It's like they feel special knowing that someone cares enough to make lasting memories. Also, a couple of years ago my mom divided up some of her ornaments that she had kept forever along with some that were my Granny's (think beautiful glass globes and vintage stars) and gave them to my sisters and me. You can imagine the display of shattering glass in every sparkling color scattered all over the road.<br />I was sick when Scott told me. He said that he wasn't going to tell me and write a long letter of apology and give it to me in November. I don't remember when the last time was that I cried so much. Scott circled back around to try and salvage anything, but only found heads. My mom and I also went to the scene of the tragedy and found some squished boxes....SO, it sounds dumb, but I was really not looking forward to putting up a tree this year because I wouldn't have anything to put on it and it would just be a reminder.....<br /><br />BUT, if you can believe it (and if you know her you can) my mom, the ebay/craigslist/google queen, found some of my old Hallmark ornaments on eBay! Good ole eBay! What a sweet momma I have!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmvuSsToc-vEMoeZ3w3c6tHEcqQqpi-3EVGd8RWxcCEx1r8Yh9Dq9q_xCy77ddNitYkz2mKoklh7FcqiIzgJ4e0LP8Ivm5qJpvmvplgmvYXJCzgifBYkX8qzAAXjy_J8eI7QmzCiL3SM/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmvuSsToc-vEMoeZ3w3c6tHEcqQqpi-3EVGd8RWxcCEx1r8Yh9Dq9q_xCy77ddNitYkz2mKoklh7FcqiIzgJ4e0LP8Ivm5qJpvmvplgmvYXJCzgifBYkX8qzAAXjy_J8eI7QmzCiL3SM/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625695541857234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm65y_rLk-fnE6YQOmmHQ3ZBas9fT-ZnfiMpE7nvg3BZCh0Egk6Az3IXZCZh324fUMOt8yqh9hSYZNE3rJBMprr7oRT0paAmZ7gtqD-I5hrgpV6MtpELJKUWRbM8vAlHQyMdGMTxYKqe4/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm65y_rLk-fnE6YQOmmHQ3ZBas9fT-ZnfiMpE7nvg3BZCh0Egk6Az3IXZCZh324fUMOt8yqh9hSYZNE3rJBMprr7oRT0paAmZ7gtqD-I5hrgpV6MtpELJKUWRbM8vAlHQyMdGMTxYKqe4/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625711631522594" border="0" /></a>My "Baby's First Christmas"<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUgxZkIX685rW6FmjVn8g7IEFXsveVmco8J_Rcdcggi9kTTNT5sqSr1bqovmlZawjnR1iOXE_lNfDSDzM0CZjjduhr1uHbXbpiiK-8bpnjetKRHScfGmAHYZGKh7UBfNBmzsOmx-V_2w/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUgxZkIX685rW6FmjVn8g7IEFXsveVmco8J_Rcdcggi9kTTNT5sqSr1bqovmlZawjnR1iOXE_lNfDSDzM0CZjjduhr1uHbXbpiiK-8bpnjetKRHScfGmAHYZGKh7UBfNBmzsOmx-V_2w/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625698331021506" border="0" /></a>2nd Christmas- Always one of my favorites. He's fuzzy :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGNiPoRZTry6KD5TR8peAnOyDZGzLQE8FcRF4AQ6uLlS-PIuAbpl6dRV2UQZmUgej8UVwJJPKkUfM82kns9qxo3ALs7kvvbio0tuar-NNsLLwMt_Vazha8zW7xfscoJIVp2UnEqI5Oq4/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGNiPoRZTry6KD5TR8peAnOyDZGzLQE8FcRF4AQ6uLlS-PIuAbpl6dRV2UQZmUgej8UVwJJPKkUfM82kns9qxo3ALs7kvvbio0tuar-NNsLLwMt_Vazha8zW7xfscoJIVp2UnEqI5Oq4/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625704788103170" border="0" /></a><br />Another favorite. This one was actually salvaged from the wreckage.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkyJTfTd34_OmTMOKN_Gk8qf9o2BAaLkEWSn6ricwpnhpAguWCdumVVLcmIi6TYTaIIVe_UrWLLDaaoagF8DG-jaNxUT1m8Bnmf5ESK0Ptj74NCcJr7s1a1LDNqsNhmVAMT1rg8HRbaE/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkyJTfTd34_OmTMOKN_Gk8qf9o2BAaLkEWSn6ricwpnhpAguWCdumVVLcmIi6TYTaIIVe_UrWLLDaaoagF8DG-jaNxUT1m8Bnmf5ESK0Ptj74NCcJr7s1a1LDNqsNhmVAMT1rg8HRbaE/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625721288929570" border="0" /></a><br />This is one I picked out when I was like 6. It's funny because it's supposed to be a "our new home" ornament. But it's what I wanted!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So now I have some of my favorite childhood ornaments back on the tree! Scott's mom also gave us some of her decorations from when he was little- our tree is filled with memories once more!<br />Nana also started Tooper out with his own set and got him his "Baby's 1st Christmas". It will be so fun to keep the tradition going!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0e9fxuXVNcDUo7d1F7GUMRRh6wpR_NB0dCvoLHIMuFL4ZJFlORHyg0rrGt2wM2R3cmWKfFFWMd3YSri06tUsDNSppkiWjPDc9LjjBygwZ75itnAyEqvIjKhoXqOpB4RKouOvMxkH-wk/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0e9fxuXVNcDUo7d1F7GUMRRh6wpR_NB0dCvoLHIMuFL4ZJFlORHyg0rrGt2wM2R3cmWKfFFWMd3YSri06tUsDNSppkiWjPDc9LjjBygwZ75itnAyEqvIjKhoXqOpB4RKouOvMxkH-wk/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549627611293385938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVJakiz-MHBOHLqJmDIY0wee6B-usEGJlLZzmHvdnQcsTu0MZ5ZK-x4Bq4surM5uzDeCAXnQRaafJieUrEHsprkspmjuXIVkERBaFr42Ha5UfpQGr8LVizqGm0krBN8RGEwSwThPpYwY/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVJakiz-MHBOHLqJmDIY0wee6B-usEGJlLZzmHvdnQcsTu0MZ5ZK-x4Bq4surM5uzDeCAXnQRaafJieUrEHsprkspmjuXIVkERBaFr42Ha5UfpQGr8LVizqGm0krBN8RGEwSwThPpYwY/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549627599306738450" border="0" /></a>"Ohhh Mom, I like this! It's heavy and glass...."<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CZEChJzEtiZdRTpzlmW2z3kyoW4RyGX4JjOzJUQOuV8XmDgKwTVHCxJz5H-Pz8TQbAA1a-yTiKKrUn-yrlMaLnbA_yzXNLK9vtgdhba4wszJo5BPxnZYM9vnNa9C7zFiX7B7QJ4IBn8/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CZEChJzEtiZdRTpzlmW2z3kyoW4RyGX4JjOzJUQOuV8XmDgKwTVHCxJz5H-Pz8TQbAA1a-yTiKKrUn-yrlMaLnbA_yzXNLK9vtgdhba4wszJo5BPxnZYM9vnNa9C7zFiX7B7QJ4IBn8/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549627600469781922" border="0" /></a>"It tastes good too!"<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd319smUwdD5DRmQe6OFjD_XJM8WU6AYAPSpD5_FRqds73geOz0fCvnKMc7Ws6NmPUyLyqm7zDBECWo8D2BuUS9c_mXHl_LfmhQ4HscnMku5ZPZL7qZNnJLjC-2n6APzn7eDuO5xMFg7o/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd319smUwdD5DRmQe6OFjD_XJM8WU6AYAPSpD5_FRqds73geOz0fCvnKMc7Ws6NmPUyLyqm7zDBECWo8D2BuUS9c_mXHl_LfmhQ4HscnMku5ZPZL7qZNnJLjC-2n6APzn7eDuO5xMFg7o/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549627616017535714" border="0" /></a></div>"Okay, give it to mommy"<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwoXhhjs8MgoUVASQMazOuC45gcU9Axq0_eGRU0DoWvdAI9GuIJEegD0Pe8RH8PdOhm2zh-KAGrRCeTsTrYBfj5ksjXLLUUQq5EaDCpBNZCTK1Izb1Fzf78quxXuVCQ5WJ_pIggOQ588/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwoXhhjs8MgoUVASQMazOuC45gcU9Axq0_eGRU0DoWvdAI9GuIJEegD0Pe8RH8PdOhm2zh-KAGrRCeTsTrYBfj5ksjXLLUUQq5EaDCpBNZCTK1Izb1Fzf78quxXuVCQ5WJ_pIggOQ588/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549627622329416530" border="0" /></a>"But I WANT it!!!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4wQIOi-tmN3-m_TsY8DUzbeFAZuf2dPXTC0X8TRxYnCgzJGUstIZOeUZjaDrKpm8yk0n475AIVXVsB6VmZqJ0YttpaMTe_MIAynG4xY95MzKF6p7EKcF8zwU7GcuV8dnLVKobUrCSpA/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4wQIOi-tmN3-m_TsY8DUzbeFAZuf2dPXTC0X8TRxYnCgzJGUstIZOeUZjaDrKpm8yk0n475AIVXVsB6VmZqJ0YttpaMTe_MIAynG4xY95MzKF6p7EKcF8zwU7GcuV8dnLVKobUrCSpA/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549629433122311986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh boy<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw560rpiNLrs0EmPvLBDhUpgUr8LSqiNhBt4JeQGPSXND0X1RD_8gZ_OCIycO17J81BSIHBtaZ35zgU2LOfIPE5zCI5hmSrumjgCkN43GbieUO034DyWZ-IAhyphenhyphenRUpJ0DTKdd7Ywt75ns/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw560rpiNLrs0EmPvLBDhUpgUr8LSqiNhBt4JeQGPSXND0X1RD_8gZ_OCIycO17J81BSIHBtaZ35zgU2LOfIPE5zCI5hmSrumjgCkN43GbieUO034DyWZ-IAhyphenhyphenRUpJ0DTKdd7Ywt75ns/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549629435314129586" border="0" /></a>Fat tears and everything<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cyfhp881hkrj1Wg1F-UTyPRXNuUvcRN5BHwol8ldJYsaOSCekqFgMMNLiI6FC12Y0kiKkg27jmZKkQf_tEGLQpgafmaKGyzygYY2SNOU15LiOMbsBtNUKptIP0Wgxe79bhkjb5VUKzc/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0cyfhp881hkrj1Wg1F-UTyPRXNuUvcRN5BHwol8ldJYsaOSCekqFgMMNLiI6FC12Y0kiKkg27jmZKkQf_tEGLQpgafmaKGyzygYY2SNOU15LiOMbsBtNUKptIP0Wgxe79bhkjb5VUKzc/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549629440633002546" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy's a softie<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Parents, don't forget to establish traditions with your kids. It means so much to them.<br />Thanks for saving our tradition, Mom. I LOVE you!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-79415493272051287822010-11-29T14:49:00.000-08:002010-11-29T14:54:30.703-08:00Birth Slide ShowI have been inspired by the up-coming births of a few of my friend's babies to finally put some of my pictures into a slide show. It's so fun to look back. What an incredible time! I can't wait to do it again!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.kizoa.com/slideshow/d1284943k5293333o2/birth"><b><div><object width="480" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://pf.kizoa.com/sflite.swf?did=1284943&k=5293333"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://pf.kizoa.com/sflite.swf?did=1284943&k=5293333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.kizoa.com/slideshow/d1284943k5293333o2/birth"><b>birth</b></a> - <i><a href="http://www.kizoa.com">slideshow with music</a></i></div><br /></b></a><i><a href="http://www.kizoa.com/"></a></i></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-19616914733690874582010-11-04T09:11:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:28:19.404-07:00Day 6<em>Day 6 - When your Ipod is on shuffle, what are the first 10 songs it might play.</em><br /><br />I'm not quite sure how to answer this. What are my 10 favorite songs? What songs do I listen to the most on my iPod? Because if I pressed shuffle, the songs would be really random and not necessarily ones I even listen to anymore because I have A LOT of music on there. And I'm not going to fess up to listening to O-Town or the Jonas Brothers....what? AND my iPod has been dead for months so I couldn't do it if I wanted to.<br /><br />So.....here are some songs I like and listen to a lot:<br /><br />1.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Empty</span> Ray Lamontagne<br /><br />2. <span style="font-style: italic;">Carolina Drama</span> The Racontuers<br /><br />3. <span style="font-style: italic;">Back to December</span> Taylor Swift (I jumped on this bandwagon way late, but she is so super cute)<br /><br />4. <span style="font-style: italic;"> A Mighty Fortress</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span> Christy Knockles<br /><br />5. <span style="font-style: italic;">Rain</span> Patty Griffin<br /><br />6. <span style="font-style: italic;">Simple Things</span> Paolo Nutini<br /><br />7. <span style="font-style: italic;">Lover</span> Derek Webb<br /><br />8. <span style="font-style: italic;">Right for Me</span> Justin Timberlake (oooohhhhh shoooooooooot)<br /><br />9. <span style="font-style: italic;">Belle</span> Beauty and the Beast soundtrack<br /><br />10. <span style="font-style: italic;">Falling Slowly</span> Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova<br /><br /><br />Ya heard?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-37826862801053202512010-11-02T12:23:00.000-07:002010-11-02T12:42:57.243-07:00Blogging Challenge: Day 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUVj9GA2zfjY2Pf6QlLyG0pZ1ZrsvtXhIJhZyeQqG8clhaNglT9T1xIOMihVRRFfwzyWPGGd52fyTneww41b5dzZUDvvPZt4y8KzXEeO1ZE2fJPWfBuMPN1xYnA-6T9U1z7uq1wnHO0s/s1600/24611.jpg"><br /></a><br /><em>Day 5 - Short term goals for this month and dreams for your life ahead.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></em><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></em><span style="font-weight: bold;">Goals for the month of November:</span><br /><br />1. Plan and host an awesome Thanksgiving family dinner get-together.<br /><br />2. Get more active: 30 day Shred and maybe join the rec center<br /><br />3. Finish unpacking (which includes painting furniture to unpack onto/into)<br /><br />4. Establish a realistic cleaning schedule and stick to it so things don't get out of hand.<br /><br />5. Simplify wardrobe: only keep the things I wear and make a list of needed staples. I would like to only have 2 pairs of jeans, maybe some cords or khakis or other non-jeans, some long sleeve t-shirts, a few nicer shirts for church, and a black skirt. The end. Simple. Why do I need more than that? It's plenty. Besides, great hair, soft make-up, and well places accessories can make any outfit look good.<br /><br />6. Have a garage sale.<br /><br />7. Make ornaments for our Jesse Tree<br /><br />8. Finally finish doula certification test<br /><br />9. Pump 50 more ounces for the mother's milk bank<br /><br />10. Start knitting season!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dreams for my life ahead:</span><br /><br />1. Get pregnant<br /><br />2. Adopt a little girl from Ethiopia<br /><br />3. Visit our Compassion children in Nicaragua<br /><br />4. Finish our home updates<br /><br />5. Go to England<br /><br />6. See our children, nieces, and nephews come to know the Lord<br /><br />7. Start homeschooling<br /><br />8. Vacation to a beautiful beach somewhere<br /><br />9. Buy an old Bronco for Scott and the sons to fix up<br /><br />10. Grow older and more in love, soakin it up with my sssoooouuulllll mate (said like Uncle Rico)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUVj9GA2zfjY2Pf6QlLyG0pZ1ZrsvtXhIJhZyeQqG8clhaNglT9T1xIOMihVRRFfwzyWPGGd52fyTneww41b5dzZUDvvPZt4y8KzXEeO1ZE2fJPWfBuMPN1xYnA-6T9U1z7uq1wnHO0s/s1600/24611.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUVj9GA2zfjY2Pf6QlLyG0pZ1ZrsvtXhIJhZyeQqG8clhaNglT9T1xIOMihVRRFfwzyWPGGd52fyTneww41b5dzZUDvvPZt4y8KzXEeO1ZE2fJPWfBuMPN1xYnA-6T9U1z7uq1wnHO0s/s400/24611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535039911202600322" border="0" /></a><em></em></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-33934410737496311102010-11-01T11:49:00.000-07:002010-11-01T11:54:39.992-07:00Blogging Challenge: Day 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8k5Bvpghp35bOopukU6X-ucFidPejcTHoELXtnc7kRu9wzK8b6kGa4oPWiTvrtWS666lJKOT4PEQyqLs7E_QHTHUiQ96DSPs1TlKaAN1yz0NwzlCQNJkhXaFMW36dWKbw6Q1C8_4IzY/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"><br /></a><br /><em>Day 4 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></em><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8k5Bvpghp35bOopukU6X-ucFidPejcTHoELXtnc7kRu9wzK8b6kGa4oPWiTvrtWS666lJKOT4PEQyqLs7E_QHTHUiQ96DSPs1TlKaAN1yz0NwzlCQNJkhXaFMW36dWKbw6Q1C8_4IzY/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8k5Bvpghp35bOopukU6X-ucFidPejcTHoELXtnc7kRu9wzK8b6kGa4oPWiTvrtWS666lJKOT4PEQyqLs7E_QHTHUiQ96DSPs1TlKaAN1yz0NwzlCQNJkhXaFMW36dWKbw6Q1C8_4IzY/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534655858826754738" border="0" /></a><br />Need I say more?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><em><br /><br /></em>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-83907335635524790322010-10-30T07:26:00.000-07:002010-10-30T07:57:29.276-07:00Blogging Challenge: Day 3(ssshhhhh, don't tell anyone that I missed posting yesterday. Even a great blogging challenge cannot conjure time from thin air)<br /><br /><em>Day 3 - A picture of somewhere you have been.</em><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Italy.<br />aaaaahhhhhh Italy.<br />Milan, Verona, Venice, Florence, Rome, Ponza.<br />Italy.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87ByJhaRdbvopoedr1Mk-Qt33KQheSx30T3Z8ugpAxa0Z_shy4F4ycK9q21LRohCu37btF-VK7_LHzgo8ZkZiFKHVUHlc4k6Qfxq_LvpOs6KXUEuFbnxMjUd0cN0LVPHAdpUYTpQWexs/s1600/26281.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87ByJhaRdbvopoedr1Mk-Qt33KQheSx30T3Z8ugpAxa0Z_shy4F4ycK9q21LRohCu37btF-VK7_LHzgo8ZkZiFKHVUHlc4k6Qfxq_LvpOs6KXUEuFbnxMjUd0cN0LVPHAdpUYTpQWexs/s400/26281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533852721694805618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><br /><br /></em><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixYtRBSf7jn9-Qlz8EA_C34XQ6HCimzZL_prEfPCx-fDW62nsQUjp0u036f7v2sHiH3WrzuE95TUR8MsK4mJM6oVE2ozfQ_pZaR2Gn4akpFULjrXOopbGFu6ecXoDNGjNB9aUWbC2hEM/s1600/24713.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixYtRBSf7jn9-Qlz8EA_C34XQ6HCimzZL_prEfPCx-fDW62nsQUjp0u036f7v2sHiH3WrzuE95TUR8MsK4mJM6oVE2ozfQ_pZaR2Gn4akpFULjrXOopbGFu6ecXoDNGjNB9aUWbC2hEM/s400/24713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533852701946084066" border="0" /></a><br /><em><br /></em><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, how I miss you, Italy.<em></em><br /><em></em></div><em><br /></em>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-86713339467764930072010-10-26T14:02:00.001-07:002010-10-28T09:11:46.534-07:00Blogging ChallengeIn effort to get consistent on blogging, I have decided to enter the blogging challenge (thank you <a href="http://elliekateandpeyton.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-blogging-challenge.html">Meredith</a>). It gives you a subject every day for 10 days. Sounds easy enough.....<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Day 1 - A recent picture of yourself and 15 interesting facts.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimciOU-GPDf5VEU21gZx5u6c14cfyX4ZyT6MBjFpJesFKdyWAMq19_XaQD6vZeaBb5mTFMTWKhVDglfusgfcZHu_FUBIsIQFowEBuD7jZ0e2sSdc6odCV1RppHzXrQVLC6fYxFIctUPbg/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimciOU-GPDf5VEU21gZx5u6c14cfyX4ZyT6MBjFpJesFKdyWAMq19_XaQD6vZeaBb5mTFMTWKhVDglfusgfcZHu_FUBIsIQFowEBuD7jZ0e2sSdc6odCV1RppHzXrQVLC6fYxFIctUPbg/s400/DSC_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532464920485320946" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. I spent some of my childhood living in the Middle East- Saudi Arabia, Abu Dhabi, and Bahrain. It was awesome.<br /><br />2. I met my husband when I was 14 and married him when I was 19.<br /><br />3. I LOVE history. I could read historical fiction all day every day. British history is my favorite ranging from the Plantagenet to Stuart era.<br /><br />4. Asher's name means "happy" and "blessed" in Hebrew. It's funny because Scott's parents almost named him Happy. Kate and Happy Cole. :) I love names and hope to have lots of babies so I can name them (not the only reason).<br /><br />5. I have a recurring dream that I am battling Voldemort but can't remember any spells besides "STUPIFY". It's so dang scary.<br /><br />6. Scott and I were very close to moving to Nicaragua. We sold all of our stuff and moved in with my parents to save money. I got pregnant, then lost the baby, and then got pregnant, and then lost the baby, and then got pregnant again. We are still praying about what to do about the calling we have towards the Nicaraguan people. We hope to visit our Compassion children very soon.<br /><br />7. I love to do laundry.<br /><br />8. We are going to adopt a little girl from Ethiopia once I turn 25. Scott's company gives a nice contribution towards adoption. It would bring me so much joy if I were able to breastfeed her. I know she won't be a tiny baby, but maybe she will still want to nurse. :)<br /><br />9. I love tattoos and have one that I am DYING to get on my foot but it's Scott's turn....<br /><br />10. I wish I had some self-motivation and energy to keep the house more clean and organized. It bothers me so much.<br /><br />11. I am the bargin shopping queen. I get it from my momma.<br /><br />12. One of my favorite books and movies of all time is Little Women.<br /><br />13. I could live on chocolate covered almonds. Dark chocolate, that is...<br /><br />14. It really bothers me how women dress like prostitutes and then whine that men treat them like one.<br /><br />15. I am deathly afraid of open water and fish tanks. I cannot swim in the deep end of the pool because I feel like I am in a tank and a shark is about to eat my legs.<br /></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-22059769297409955692010-10-17T07:42:00.000-07:002010-10-17T08:14:34.319-07:00Life in Bullets (because it's all I can finish right now!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gBZvjZwRfCOlkbr5T3P4LOw_NNmxl7JTQoSLtp_E7fnAIyumfq4gzZNN9cYlRsLHjZCsUVOC1u4ol0DLbg_tN96O7Z3lQePgmL0pLUcrfTmgkf3vCBXYiIMXvebYqbP7Ns55UEaUIcg/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gBZvjZwRfCOlkbr5T3P4LOw_NNmxl7JTQoSLtp_E7fnAIyumfq4gzZNN9cYlRsLHjZCsUVOC1u4ol0DLbg_tN96O7Z3lQePgmL0pLUcrfTmgkf3vCBXYiIMXvebYqbP7Ns55UEaUIcg/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529031937958423474" border="0" /></a><br />-This is Asher at a park that I used to play at all of the time when I was little. It's so fun to do things with him and take him to the same places that were special to me and stick out in my memories.<br /><br />-We moved into our new house the first of September. It's been a lot of work, but we love it. Thankfully we are blessed with fantastic family and friends that have been a HUGE help with painting, unpacking, and such. Will post more details soon about our home.<br /><br />-Asher just turned 9 months old. If you're a mom you can understand when I say, WHERE IS THE TIME GOING?? He is crawling at lightening speeds, pulling up and cruising on everything, and is such a little ham. It's so fun to watch his personality come alive as he is discovering more about the world. He still doesn't like solid food and is only breastfed, but at almost 30 lbs, I think we're doing okay. Sleep is still a challenge, but I don't mind too much about having to lay down with him because he will soon think hugs and kisses are gross. Sigh.<br /><br />-I'm really really excited that Beauty and the Beast is coming out on DVD. Say what you want about Disney, but those movies were such an awesome part of my childhood and I love them.<br /><br />-We got cable for the first time in our marriage because it was cheaper to get cable and internet than internet alone. We mostly watch HGTV, but also love How It's Made. It's like the best part of Mister Rogers when they go into the factories. Also, Sister Wives is so weird and ridiculous, but interesting too. We thankfully haven't been watching the TV much at all though....because when would we do that?<br /><br />-I am really super excited that our friends Rob and Tiffany will be welcoming their baby girl soon and that I get to be a part of her birth team! It is such an honor and will be so much fun! They are going to be incredible parents and I know that God will work awesome things in their family. Also, everyone I know is pregnant.....I kinda wish I were too. :)<br /><br />-Scott is going to build Asher an awesome swing set/fort soon. I am really excited about this. Isn't it funny the things that we get excited about nowadays? New diapers, baby shampoo, roller shades, doorbell button, socks, dish soap.....<br /><br />-Asher is OBSESSED with books. He would sit in my lap all day reading if we could. He will be fussing and I'll say, "Would you like to read a book?" and he starts laughing and looking for his favorites. They are: Color Zoo, I'm as Quick as a Cricket, Animal Noises, Tails, Mommy Hugs, Moo Baa LaLaLa, and The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. We have started going to story time at the library (even though it's for ages 1-3). I think he likes it. I like it too except when we have to dance in a circle around the room and I have to carry the sack of potatoes while all of the other kids can walk.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKAkMDcitPgc6I3bCsR-G0zgpZbvnFcL3Q8kkWkhxm54IdPacisYSdmx_0P2HVPmzbum2miehHkklfXiyEj2VgXZYTkT3PYWm9mBFdcNUuu_JsNpypMA4-U-uOELncH49p-TpXaVOXQc/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTKAkMDcitPgc6I3bCsR-G0zgpZbvnFcL3Q8kkWkhxm54IdPacisYSdmx_0P2HVPmzbum2miehHkklfXiyEj2VgXZYTkT3PYWm9mBFdcNUuu_JsNpypMA4-U-uOELncH49p-TpXaVOXQc/s400/DSC_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529031926218426418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-I wish Chipotle and Jamba Juice had a drive through.<br /><br />-I am SUPER excited about the Holidays coming up. We will be having Thanksgiving at our home for the first time. I've always wanted to host. :) And it will be Asher's first Christmas. So fun.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXNUk00sSoO_uNhCdAmXzRQEEdz9Kq9pJ0SmeKbAXf6UD9xM4qDrfQ1fPLh5Sx2sNONR2z8yjbP3SlLiGjbZ4Z0-Ur1fVE07QWk0KFp_157ZAvWrovVG_Po71CzMW0rsH3UIX4ddHHTk/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXNUk00sSoO_uNhCdAmXzRQEEdz9Kq9pJ0SmeKbAXf6UD9xM4qDrfQ1fPLh5Sx2sNONR2z8yjbP3SlLiGjbZ4Z0-Ur1fVE07QWk0KFp_157ZAvWrovVG_Po71CzMW0rsH3UIX4ddHHTk/s400/DSC_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529031922659605122" border="0" /></a><br />Read the bum<br /></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-28936629638212048142010-09-26T08:34:00.000-07:002010-09-26T13:20:12.739-07:00Real Men Wear Their Babies<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsv164pASN9o5IkF2Bf9bl9WibNGHCuNdsyC9deXhuOc-7xxDwBfvyNax9Y2y6-dS65ZvHRdoaHch09k7n9NF7LP1vBbmrnYnirbOvqLjpkYRxOWfWhVULouNUKhiah5Ji2gS17kMNwI/s1600/DSC_0427.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsv164pASN9o5IkF2Bf9bl9WibNGHCuNdsyC9deXhuOc-7xxDwBfvyNax9Y2y6-dS65ZvHRdoaHch09k7n9NF7LP1vBbmrnYnirbOvqLjpkYRxOWfWhVULouNUKhiah5Ji2gS17kMNwI/s400/DSC_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521248030143506482" border="0" /></a><br />Easter 2010<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtVC2IlIE_EsYXu2Qe80rnQJ_tKVCIfab4ISRv19_AwDp5tvt7RIa7azFjZ7Mu3gDtAPhUmHRG2-KE4q0Knq8VzrJf0GV8Mb1EfqQ2KQppuYJclGmSNeCGfVMMopF97klLlbTytz6oLk/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RzsQIhcq9DAXZtMZnpBvZtdvE374qnzbNqNSNAlpFmobPKTTC7aFHLLrqORWJn2BEK4claOuXnY2ZpCYnjkkYYpZ1BWTuv6yURzSFCWx35OE2Yq1vOOkXr7a3hyL3Mio98iKOqrmycU/s1600/DSC_0813.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RzsQIhcq9DAXZtMZnpBvZtdvE374qnzbNqNSNAlpFmobPKTTC7aFHLLrqORWJn2BEK4claOuXnY2ZpCYnjkkYYpZ1BWTuv6yURzSFCWx35OE2Yq1vOOkXr7a3hyL3Mio98iKOqrmycU/s400/DSC_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521248035283756962" border="0" /></a><br />Doing the dishes<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOJz7EKjb_Ma7UfONqmnrSBmENQLWHA5SHJ37_WnVCIuku9JmgKSnNQOccqESEwDrM4sC9JlEfw-NmSp6IQSE25mI1sdE7ftdsCxumALvDKG4RJ2Qfnp9PQrktxKbnuEamy8_YEx9Olwg/s1600/DSC_0820.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOJz7EKjb_Ma7UfONqmnrSBmENQLWHA5SHJ37_WnVCIuku9JmgKSnNQOccqESEwDrM4sC9JlEfw-NmSp6IQSE25mI1sdE7ftdsCxumALvDKG4RJ2Qfnp9PQrktxKbnuEamy8_YEx9Olwg/s400/DSC_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521248036037894482" border="0" /></a>Ironing<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXznrRaIrqUd_CzzQLUaaJDwZyHQbW2pT9Goy-eCq7Q7kDU-wQcc9K1SzXPF3ZJdYl_KpfBUz7EdKOwp4lIndmpCZ15olpcgJWSWd7xi2W1rh-rwJim8Ms0lnx0DYcm1dkxzzRx6g5jYs/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXznrRaIrqUd_CzzQLUaaJDwZyHQbW2pT9Goy-eCq7Q7kDU-wQcc9K1SzXPF3ZJdYl_KpfBUz7EdKOwp4lIndmpCZ15olpcgJWSWd7xi2W1rh-rwJim8Ms0lnx0DYcm1dkxzzRx6g5jYs/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521249776629387554" border="0" /></a>Asleep at the airport<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmq4cqoGyXOCq5U-zFf2lmzf-6veeUNEECyf4bLIsKr5_4iME3GUzn267DAQqBZs2KUooBGpTR_v8HObqEg7pKJAi9w2cUGMlXd3_eDVm5YHh4ZFVBRc7FbILbCLH6RABY6D-kzwXIHU/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmq4cqoGyXOCq5U-zFf2lmzf-6veeUNEECyf4bLIsKr5_4iME3GUzn267DAQqBZs2KUooBGpTR_v8HObqEg7pKJAi9w2cUGMlXd3_eDVm5YHh4ZFVBRc7FbILbCLH6RABY6D-kzwXIHU/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521249772530825554" border="0" /></a>In Pagosa Springs, CO<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjirttWDS-DEeRUpm9lJJEmF10fzRQA9aSFNXi95PnMQgmvmdfFWfSp3R5kQfSL04KFFJuH5BVaeMQlfn3fo0-YcXisepVoxaLiBL_PYY7Dh67ycVafDDI1y9E1s_gFFX0JDcTeJAZKg/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjirttWDS-DEeRUpm9lJJEmF10fzRQA9aSFNXi95PnMQgmvmdfFWfSp3R5kQfSL04KFFJuH5BVaeMQlfn3fo0-YcXisepVoxaLiBL_PYY7Dh67ycVafDDI1y9E1s_gFFX0JDcTeJAZKg/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521249762693810114" border="0" /></a>4 wheelin in CO<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2A2D1w7TbZmX6cLzupYjVm8xTnCTx61Ei3-zR2oSVMLAFnnuU7gGPOXhQDEZKtiXINif5UML6BbxIAV7prZPdrwooRSEn3duxuAm87b5wDmgatP7zxpHzGPwcG0IqcOMotMNpZBWs-o/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2A2D1w7TbZmX6cLzupYjVm8xTnCTx61Ei3-zR2oSVMLAFnnuU7gGPOXhQDEZKtiXINif5UML6BbxIAV7prZPdrwooRSEn3duxuAm87b5wDmgatP7zxpHzGPwcG0IqcOMotMNpZBWs-o/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521249760562332242" border="0" /></a>Enjoying the scenery in CO<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFKqqkBi1MfAcvJT0NKS2T_jspiByrLnx1WAdHRJIN0vyCAlJ4mF1Hp4E75zRk81AoC-ah5SfJtHiji7tIvZuEO4wTxZfZ37ara3BLnxK5tog2J6uRq_VaOKN7zIJR8S3e6Z2BB94Zqg/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFKqqkBi1MfAcvJT0NKS2T_jspiByrLnx1WAdHRJIN0vyCAlJ4mF1Hp4E75zRk81AoC-ah5SfJtHiji7tIvZuEO4wTxZfZ37ara3BLnxK5tog2J6uRq_VaOKN7zIJR8S3e6Z2BB94Zqg/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521248040811550242" border="0" /></a>At a Seryn concert<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsv164pASN9o5IkF2Bf9bl9WibNGHCuNdsyC9deXhuOc-7xxDwBfvyNax9Y2y6-dS65ZvHRdoaHch09k7n9NF7LP1vBbmrnYnirbOvqLjpkYRxOWfWhVULouNUKhiah5Ji2gS17kMNwI/s1600/DSC_0427.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDw2bwEUtgGAbl2BNM8xyrKTxvSKklBwAKFABX_nhjqqT5Yd7lf3GOM4qV0DMPV637KBGq3_5w9OIrSoZgklP2Xv_vSox5ZZ2OXrmtdBK96A-6AuE7jekgfpeqvmYEXTvM_7C6ipBEzs/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDw2bwEUtgGAbl2BNM8xyrKTxvSKklBwAKFABX_nhjqqT5Yd7lf3GOM4qV0DMPV637KBGq3_5w9OIrSoZgklP2Xv_vSox5ZZ2OXrmtdBK96A-6AuE7jekgfpeqvmYEXTvM_7C6ipBEzs/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521250859316246194" border="0" /></a><br />Fixing up our new house<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtVC2IlIE_EsYXu2Qe80rnQJ_tKVCIfab4ISRv19_AwDp5tvt7RIa7azFjZ7Mu3gDtAPhUmHRG2-KE4q0Knq8VzrJf0GV8Mb1EfqQ2KQppuYJclGmSNeCGfVMMopF97klLlbTytz6oLk/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtVC2IlIE_EsYXu2Qe80rnQJ_tKVCIfab4ISRv19_AwDp5tvt7RIa7azFjZ7Mu3gDtAPhUmHRG2-KE4q0Knq8VzrJf0GV8Mb1EfqQ2KQppuYJclGmSNeCGfVMMopF97klLlbTytz6oLk/s400/IMG_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521250854376518834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWcThOOjYwC8fDR0wtsqkzIyzZEmk3KIfQNHKvBJHQkeYfzDzQkCkenyKU5wl_GeEDZepdNQymOI4wvDDiWZ-eITvtg0H3KMwLzmYpEjN3FqtDdt44okfvuKrRpoiCA3MCM3ebFeSky0/s1600/IMG_0258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWcThOOjYwC8fDR0wtsqkzIyzZEmk3KIfQNHKvBJHQkeYfzDzQkCkenyKU5wl_GeEDZepdNQymOI4wvDDiWZ-eITvtg0H3KMwLzmYpEjN3FqtDdt44okfvuKrRpoiCA3MCM3ebFeSky0/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521249782231710482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He is superman and is always so great about giving mommy a break when needed. Asher LOVES to ride around with dad and learn how to be a man. The bond that these two already have warms my heart.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-78167019489537772952010-08-27T15:46:00.000-07:002010-08-27T16:34:57.297-07:00Blue or Green?We are moving in 4 days and I need to figure out what color to paint Asher's room (even though all we do is change his diaper in there, sigh). It is either going to be the same green as his room is now, or a blue a few shades lighter than the blue in his bedding. We painted his room green before he was born because we did not know if he was a baby boy or girl. Now that we know, we can go blue crazy.....but I do love the green. What do YOU think?<br /><br />This is also to show the completed nursery that I never posted:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio69c6W_p_rnbBu1WpgNSMdyoly0m_lmNTIHTA1LGVKk-ZUub07LYX7MJHoAxkDgpeN9OZevSsC9NcBVHlyYtek_qp_kV8j48ywLOXJpSisycbUtxO7UoW2IypHMf25r4cxGB119Q2IHo/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio69c6W_p_rnbBu1WpgNSMdyoly0m_lmNTIHTA1LGVKk-ZUub07LYX7MJHoAxkDgpeN9OZevSsC9NcBVHlyYtek_qp_kV8j48ywLOXJpSisycbUtxO7UoW2IypHMf25r4cxGB119Q2IHo/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226865567476770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8wgK3zK31K_ts-v3VJX368XCHFYQ24oDQ5kYqigItEi4tpZLk0gkwXOdvJaOtbO2cFuP6OoTdzUhKysSXcj1aS3hdwAFnw5G3KaQNYr4mQk8kryl_y2ZqGx5A3q5jFBijSnsdi3S5tY/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8wgK3zK31K_ts-v3VJX368XCHFYQ24oDQ5kYqigItEi4tpZLk0gkwXOdvJaOtbO2cFuP6OoTdzUhKysSXcj1aS3hdwAFnw5G3KaQNYr4mQk8kryl_y2ZqGx5A3q5jFBijSnsdi3S5tY/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226848681291794" border="0" /></a>This is our changing station. As you can see, I use the pegs on the shelf to hang his diaper covers between wearings. Also hanging is a little toy that Geemom rigged up for Asher to play with while we change him. One of those baskets holds his cloth wipes and the other holds powder, creams, nail clippers, etc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBh-8mPt3BhDCsm2g44WD6YPrsfYQrbnRXq9uX5hWq4M0gv7QMVH1aucjXz-Hx3H_bHw-cnFy5aJOVKg4bOuuOi1nQbytKK7sZonOQ4bvIVApq8FJU03KuY0FtKmYMtatdK7ctUpblbU/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBh-8mPt3BhDCsm2g44WD6YPrsfYQrbnRXq9uX5hWq4M0gv7QMVH1aucjXz-Hx3H_bHw-cnFy5aJOVKg4bOuuOi1nQbytKK7sZonOQ4bvIVApq8FJU03KuY0FtKmYMtatdK7ctUpblbU/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226855898989842" border="0" /></a> The pictures on the wall are me and Scott as babies. Scott did the drawings of Humphrey the Elephant (a really sweet character from a really sweet series of children's books). Geemom (Scott's mom) made the cover and pillow for the rocking chair. It's hard to tell, but the buttons are made out of the same fabric as the pillow, which is the same as his bedding.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVemqFC8Jrlm5y0yprmrv9wjW75kKd4PuoCfApJ7MHohchtpWPdHFXvsi9up8PQYPUsszm7bmY5zTvFC0HW2EeARBkQdj28tL1z6KhcVgKqr0q2ZOlcuHW5oI1PsHOFeJeBo0U45cPm4/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVemqFC8Jrlm5y0yprmrv9wjW75kKd4PuoCfApJ7MHohchtpWPdHFXvsi9up8PQYPUsszm7bmY5zTvFC0HW2EeARBkQdj28tL1z6KhcVgKqr0q2ZOlcuHW5oI1PsHOFeJeBo0U45cPm4/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510226878963737330" border="0" /></a>Don't mind the tater head.<br />I painted his letters after he was born.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBLRrlSGILUYtiPBh8fRFo3ZxL2Tlh_esSXlUUOmKvbf6dFhqgAWWJRzp3gVNr2OY04bh5MMJEKNokUQUocEmvPsf8BU-oUWOv527fk2P3kb-DVkWLvfcnlfS66lAqqgcAHjxzwH4QWE/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBLRrlSGILUYtiPBh8fRFo3ZxL2Tlh_esSXlUUOmKvbf6dFhqgAWWJRzp3gVNr2OY04bh5MMJEKNokUQUocEmvPsf8BU-oUWOv527fk2P3kb-DVkWLvfcnlfS66lAqqgcAHjxzwH4QWE/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236220713955234" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Above is the poem and hand print picture that we made for Scott for father's day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhLt7xpRloP1J4xpJOp3O8_zHqY6pd6FOTDrNwOwYLVSeYABBg6LUv-8d7eOP6vERQ0gHUF4YgOLieDE4LM0trhHxrXG_lUY73ZaG_vZ6kT1rP2d8cR3nzvYLnMRqjrgOU0fODm0Isfc/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhLt7xpRloP1J4xpJOp3O8_zHqY6pd6FOTDrNwOwYLVSeYABBg6LUv-8d7eOP6vERQ0gHUF4YgOLieDE4LM0trhHxrXG_lUY73ZaG_vZ6kT1rP2d8cR3nzvYLnMRqjrgOU0fODm0Isfc/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236230276263762" border="0" /></a>Scott's Aunt Nancy painted this for Asher. Isn't it the CUTEST thing? It matches his bedding perfectly!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovQa_GVcj2Xtf0D2eZJF9Yj2Y2GRQIQomOpR1kO3pWautB2BoCtkvKFAcn9bdbFm1Gn30xh_a4t-yUdXXwp8OEDfyK8RmLHn2bifve8QK3WQ9fL1Z8R2_BCGRANqGetdRI5TJyj1eb98/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovQa_GVcj2Xtf0D2eZJF9Yj2Y2GRQIQomOpR1kO3pWautB2BoCtkvKFAcn9bdbFm1Gn30xh_a4t-yUdXXwp8OEDfyK8RmLHn2bifve8QK3WQ9fL1Z8R2_BCGRANqGetdRI5TJyj1eb98/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510236229395123810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">So, blue or green??</span><br /></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-81741964789174954282010-08-22T13:18:00.000-07:002010-08-22T14:14:54.994-07:00Lately...Alright folks, we're back. It seems that the heat has taken the bloginess out of a lot of us....and a lot has happened since the last post, but we'll just jump right back in.<br /><br />It seems like time is flying by at an unbelievable pace. I cannot believe Asher is 7 months old!!!! He is closer to being one than a newborn. It's kind of sad, but all of the new milestones and stages are even more fun than the last! He is crawling and pulling up on everything, so life has gotten a lot more exciting for us both. BUT he has also been teething like ca-ra-zee!! He is working on his 6th one- already has bottom two, and almost top four. Teething bites.<br /><br />Here are some things we have been working on in the past few months:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvywSC1wtsgoEf3JFpvU2wpMEN8PAmMQtEUhWSjg2z3Hq7yCZaJ7yYfHqTZgOtLadq_uyQTLIa9PURUW7wgA2BMaH-9n2IEeTWn8tblieS4MYZH6sD27p8gfQXtK9D5-byEK3ed00xpVQ/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvywSC1wtsgoEf3JFpvU2wpMEN8PAmMQtEUhWSjg2z3Hq7yCZaJ7yYfHqTZgOtLadq_uyQTLIa9PURUW7wgA2BMaH-9n2IEeTWn8tblieS4MYZH6sD27p8gfQXtK9D5-byEK3ed00xpVQ/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508333586460567346" border="0" /></a>Working on crawling<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCm0bUSWTzS5IGMf4Feqjr0zV4c5m_p0ig9kp8Hzn28eaZcnTDK-MSiU9BKqcXcyDnB6kjSWqwfKKrYuNrGkPWf8M5U1-M-htfcSZQRQ2pNpkP8pu3tmDxM49cA5Rc_C-AjtF6UyIZ9Ew/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCm0bUSWTzS5IGMf4Feqjr0zV4c5m_p0ig9kp8Hzn28eaZcnTDK-MSiU9BKqcXcyDnB6kjSWqwfKKrYuNrGkPWf8M5U1-M-htfcSZQRQ2pNpkP8pu3tmDxM49cA5Rc_C-AjtF6UyIZ9Ew/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508333579700482130" border="0" /></a>Trying food. Sweet potatoes, coconut oil, and breastmilk. He HATES food.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKj1XgR9lzjkRPVh6dd5S14Lh9XTtnol12wibX21-YcFRNL4faXI_aUswloPOvmp94T9xq-nS2Z-oI1es-g0Hn4rALhvfWtCRbBXSBt047JhtZV30YMkmxIZjTePO8Ymge0GkoK5fVvZo/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKj1XgR9lzjkRPVh6dd5S14Lh9XTtnol12wibX21-YcFRNL4faXI_aUswloPOvmp94T9xq-nS2Z-oI1es-g0Hn4rALhvfWtCRbBXSBt047JhtZV30YMkmxIZjTePO8Ymge0GkoK5fVvZo/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508333597473180754" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He loves his cup of water<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOxW3sNLIk5fZGuBdYn6OksV9Z9WM5MA4yx0HbrJfk3uhlcAmzv0r8li-Wyw9SMNGPeO84Qxrjg_9S2APKAPVhANnvJCQ4CPL5ZIi_ebfGoCOtprmMDva13IcOr-cTChCxZqPXiF6HKo/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOxW3sNLIk5fZGuBdYn6OksV9Z9WM5MA4yx0HbrJfk3uhlcAmzv0r8li-Wyw9SMNGPeO84Qxrjg_9S2APKAPVhANnvJCQ4CPL5ZIi_ebfGoCOtprmMDva13IcOr-cTChCxZqPXiF6HKo/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508333609263097682" border="0" /></a>We had his first rhythm lesson!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7v9zAM7sT3v0Zuz_rDLrRjFSPQalp4Krfy-q7XTX0XLyBvwywNbQD75sD3HbhhXnEeNpijrUfQsziP3xQsr7y6TQqxykmy35931yVzXIbkt6bagY-q6yMh8uCWEGz-1r4QPkF05dokWo/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7v9zAM7sT3v0Zuz_rDLrRjFSPQalp4Krfy-q7XTX0XLyBvwywNbQD75sD3HbhhXnEeNpijrUfQsziP3xQsr7y6TQqxykmy35931yVzXIbkt6bagY-q6yMh8uCWEGz-1r4QPkF05dokWo/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508338197173913106" border="0" /></a>And piano! He is a natural!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv849xRkcOF8oz0EpQ8TJnehIqjZa-JEkjjNSEvvSZMxFco6xkpUhS98yINfS5e-ruX7f9CBYTzgPtJtA0QEYVPSeDBTqxSZc4NqiUoBJuj1jbfmHkXQy2cooEIgPk-8CuYiKIm27RfDo/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv849xRkcOF8oz0EpQ8TJnehIqjZa-JEkjjNSEvvSZMxFco6xkpUhS98yINfS5e-ruX7f9CBYTzgPtJtA0QEYVPSeDBTqxSZc4NqiUoBJuj1jbfmHkXQy2cooEIgPk-8CuYiKIm27RfDo/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508333618976694386" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And he found a friend<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">He has turned into such a little stinker! He is so funny and full of life and so much fun to be with. We still have our crazy days when I spend all day either trying to put him to sleep or keep him asleep, but I am trying to soak in every moment and enjoy every stage. Sometimes we will look over at him and he looks like a 4 year old already. Guess we need another one soon.....:)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUd88175XqU62Skqt4zzGr7dAbDlEJeeEIriePjhLsj9Z6998dBn1i4pitMxqTSOVYq8rjhgICh2cVA9WFuR9v9uf8RmkDZS1apE-p0TGKrB1NtdUp2eux69KKio4BTMLMEypXtEoOvCo/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUd88175XqU62Skqt4zzGr7dAbDlEJeeEIriePjhLsj9Z6998dBn1i4pitMxqTSOVYq8rjhgICh2cVA9WFuR9v9uf8RmkDZS1apE-p0TGKrB1NtdUp2eux69KKio4BTMLMEypXtEoOvCo/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508340906420044402" border="0" /></a>Big beautiful boy<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Lhp8QAf3QNmWPjVEkB4caA9uRTnWPOzbZ2S_xRS1cgSQ-GKF7W0TSyQlPvbXdDFVaxJPFPw35iRZ6i-7y8i_Us75dGBoKj7pzFdhsF9gw_L_XE_bcLFXsiMW_rblpN9qnBVcMiADgm0/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Lhp8QAf3QNmWPjVEkB4caA9uRTnWPOzbZ2S_xRS1cgSQ-GKF7W0TSyQlPvbXdDFVaxJPFPw35iRZ6i-7y8i_Us75dGBoKj7pzFdhsF9gw_L_XE_bcLFXsiMW_rblpN9qnBVcMiADgm0/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508340910761148690" border="0" /></a>He's SO strong!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOIZX4OWGhDBTPgnhk0lb2kb0vVw8xxVWtHpwGcmDy2qMD82jnHsqBqrk-HFaNKOAWaHxV031XjVS5-j1MGUe6yfqImYbjPVLfhMTlaXFmTZ3M5u3Es2zoywXBIOEGMNd60rHpFh_7MU/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOIZX4OWGhDBTPgnhk0lb2kb0vVw8xxVWtHpwGcmDy2qMD82jnHsqBqrk-HFaNKOAWaHxV031XjVS5-j1MGUe6yfqImYbjPVLfhMTlaXFmTZ3M5u3Es2zoywXBIOEGMNd60rHpFh_7MU/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508340919203994018" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My boys. Man I love 'em.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ6MA-HMuiyjMEuwRmOybEFAIKrS5fQsvmLI2-5J5ypEtRVUlXq0G2EWnKEqWILkvA0jRGXxW5EhgkbeFrwhiL1alDlg-KQzQCk8b6fcz3fiNh-WwtorFi_NXAKUPJUMo_KnE5D9n9ac/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ6MA-HMuiyjMEuwRmOybEFAIKrS5fQsvmLI2-5J5ypEtRVUlXq0G2EWnKEqWILkvA0jRGXxW5EhgkbeFrwhiL1alDlg-KQzQCk8b6fcz3fiNh-WwtorFi_NXAKUPJUMo_KnE5D9n9ac/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508342375947659682" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Celebrating mommy's birthday<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJebf1lahUkfPpe_b7qwFMft7zWf2OWiDMBCzMTAxk_8YiUz1G9GecRn9A3T4Kca_59ft6ZAK4ePFobN4H5zMEfKjUfyjmwDvq2phDVXtuqrCF3Cm6ewQhAadLOkZPZA70zXKA8-kDdzc/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJebf1lahUkfPpe_b7qwFMft7zWf2OWiDMBCzMTAxk_8YiUz1G9GecRn9A3T4Kca_59ft6ZAK4ePFobN4H5zMEfKjUfyjmwDvq2phDVXtuqrCF3Cm6ewQhAadLOkZPZA70zXKA8-kDdzc/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508342379456699858" border="0" /></a>Silly boy!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That's all for now. Soon I will post about our vacation to Colorado and our new house!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-23232872421287515022010-05-23T09:39:00.000-07:002010-05-24T11:09:47.039-07:00Ignoring "To-Do's"<h6 class="uiStreamMessage"> </h6><div style="text-align: center;">“<span style="font-style: italic;">The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, but children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep</span>.” ~<span style="font-size:85%;">Ruth Hulbert Hamilton</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"> One thing that I keep reminding myself of is that I am raising a child, not managing an inconvenience. This is easy to forget when I have a million things on my to-do list, and nursing and reading books to Asher ALL DAY takes precedence. So many times I have just had to let the diaper wash pile up and the bathroom stay messy. So many times I have just had to let visitors come over when the house is not as tidy as I would like.<br /><br />BUT the care I give Asher is shaping him into the man he will become. The decisions I make, hugs and kisses I give, books we read, walks we take, and all the other little every-day moments we have together are growing him up smart and secure. What an honor to mother this sweet gift as he matures!!<br /><br />So, even though things are a little more sloppy around here, the LOVE we three share is <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >OVERFLOWING</span>!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJrv7gCPnZmilLLiIn35KGoGnvxq3hV0L7hjpIvia5Nt47Vgfu-oTLiagU3tzbw15egMJII4q38zQ37AVfrL8XA1YX5r_-xm3IFU30JJn5xO0bylrwEXG8LwERngI4FT7lP402OEwL7s/s1600/DSC_0820.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJrv7gCPnZmilLLiIn35KGoGnvxq3hV0L7hjpIvia5Nt47Vgfu-oTLiagU3tzbw15egMJII4q38zQ37AVfrL8XA1YX5r_-xm3IFU30JJn5xO0bylrwEXG8LwERngI4FT7lP402OEwL7s/s320/DSC_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474499208513193922" border="0" /></a>OR, I could employ Scott's way of getting things done.....<br /></div></div></div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-82856688477579696222010-05-13T12:27:00.000-07:002010-05-13T17:52:31.480-07:00"Problem Child" or the Perfect Child?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLpRiY17zkdJz6dMZT367qA_yad4jyXxjLRGIw8OmH5Z1TReKP-QLW3aHaLlM89VR3v7AURu8xAjYhXwmbu3B4rXLnOncVUXuUru4SDCU-tNvYAGdG1UAuTsnqywT3DH0hXJ5rYdAGF0/s1600/DSC_0716.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLpRiY17zkdJz6dMZT367qA_yad4jyXxjLRGIw8OmH5Z1TReKP-QLW3aHaLlM89VR3v7AURu8xAjYhXwmbu3B4rXLnOncVUXuUru4SDCU-tNvYAGdG1UAuTsnqywT3DH0hXJ5rYdAGF0/s320/DSC_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470919054567429650" border="0" /></a><br />I have wanted to write this post for a long time. This has been bottled up for 4 months so here we go....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"You're feeding him too often."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"His cloth diaper is bothering him."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"He sleeps too much/little."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Why can't he just follow YOUR schedule."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Just let him cry."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Just come over and you can put him to sleep in the other room."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Let's go eat dinner. The noise usually puts babies to sleep."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Just let him cry."</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"His teething necklace is bothering him."</span><br /><br />I haven't written much about it because I did not want to seem ungrateful, but the first 3 months of our son's life were VERY difficult. VERY. DIFFICULT. I have taken care of babies my entire life, so I never thought I would have a problem. I thought "colic" was just a fussy baby and there was usually a reason why babies cried and that it could be fixed. I. Was. Wrong. For 3 months I did not leave the house, our living room was a perpetual womb environment, Asher screamed every night for hours straight, we went to countless different doctors to "figure out what was wrong", we tried every kind of colic ease/calm/relief tincture and gadget out there, and I literally had an emotional breakdown every day. I couldn't stand to watch my baby scream red-faced until exhaustion took over. We were so thankful to have great support both from family and friends, as well as chiropractic adjustments that really made a difference and helped us see the light at the end of the tunnel. It was the hardest thing I have ever been through and I only did by the grace of God.<br /><br />One of the most difficult parts was that some people just did not understand. If you have never had a "high-needs" baby, you will NEVER know how unbelievably stressful it is. We would constantly get comments like the ones above; if you would just do THIS, why don't you just try THIS. It was as if they thought I was trying to make things difficult, as if I didn't want things to be easy. If you are a mom you can relate to this: When someone makes comments about your baby and/or their behavior/habits, it is as if they are directly criticizing your parenting and motherly instincts. So to be frank, I have never felt so criticized and inadequate.<br /><br />One bright morning (Easter morning actually), Asher woke up a new baby. No more nightly freak outs due to over-stimulation, life as we knew it changed dramatically! He has blossomed into the happiest and sweetest baby boy in the world. According to some, we still have "problems"....but do we?<br /><br />One regret I have in parenting is that I read too much. I do think it is SO important to be educated, but there is also a point where you just need to trust in God that He will provide you with the proper instincts for your specific child. I also think that in my crazy hormonal postpartum haze, the devil took that knowledge and ran with it. For instance, I read that when your baby cries, the cortisol levels in his brain spike and cause developmental issues and the inability to handle stress later in life. While this is likely true if he is left alone crying for hours, I took it to the extreme and had deep fear every time he made a peep. Not good and not from God. I had to quickly realize that books do not hold the answers; my child is a unique gift that no one has mothered before.<br /><br />SO here we are, Asher is almost 4 months old. It has without a doubt been the most trying, INCREDIBLE 4 months of my life. I can say that I never knew it would be this hard, and I never knew it would be this blissful. I never knew how much fun I could have with a baby or how much my heart could overflow from a little smile or just when I watch him sleep. He still doesn't sleep great- naps for 40 minutes at a time and then I can sometimes nurse him back to sleep (and then have to lay with him throughout his whole nap to keep him asleep), but recently I have discovered that.....<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm okay with it</span>. I was beating myself up about it because "everyone" says that you shouldn't nurse to sleep and that he should be on a better schedule and sleeping in his crib <span style="font-style: italic;">yaddayaddayadda</span>. So in THEIR minds, we have problems....he is a problem child. One of the best pieces of advice I ever got was to not make something into a problem that isn't a problem for you, just because other people say it is. Because we are <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY</span></span>! I am happy to lay down with him, snooze a little myself, and watch my sweet angel sleep. He is happy to have mommy close. Sometimes he will open his eyes in the middle of his nap, see me there, smile the biggest smile, and drift back to sleep- it is the most precious moment. This is a sweet stage where he WANTS me near. All too soon he will be a teenager and never want to cuddle! I also got great advice that God is the perfect parent and to ask <span style="font-weight: bold;">Him</span> for advice! Sounds simple, but it's true. I vowed to not open another book and to first seek God for answers.....and I have FINALLY found sweet peace in my decisions.<br /><br />So, all that to say, Asher is not a "problem child"- He is a perfect child. The perfect child for me and I am the perfect mom for him. Not <span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span> perfect mom (by ANY means), but <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE</span> perfect mom for him. How good is God to never leave us to figure things out on our own? Even silly little things like baby's sleep schedules and whether or not to give a pacifier- He cares and He is near.<br /><br />Praise the Lord that we're not on this crazy ride alone!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLympOQBk9H4hKFTNz22ll5SIMJvdAhN6liGvth4ofEqCXIjSJZhWYEPDeHCFLhIcY0OkT8IOhIqUGZth6VSrMCPEHD0bKtO8e7Ru66S2hHzZHMQiuvwxSmGwlMkyNum1MBbhGsalUaE/s1600/DSC_0708.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLympOQBk9H4hKFTNz22ll5SIMJvdAhN6liGvth4ofEqCXIjSJZhWYEPDeHCFLhIcY0OkT8IOhIqUGZth6VSrMCPEHD0bKtO8e7Ru66S2hHzZHMQiuvwxSmGwlMkyNum1MBbhGsalUaE/s320/DSC_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470921396203655762" border="0" /></a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-84686311664279443032010-05-11T14:38:00.000-07:002010-05-11T14:43:03.922-07:00Home with JesusSweet Smith Bailey went home to be with Jesus yesterday.<br />I do not know the why's of this world and it's tragedies, but one thing's FOR SURE<br /><br />GOD IS STILL GOD AND GOD IS STILL GOOD<br /><br /><br />Thank you Lord that we have comfort in this- that you only have plans for us that are for our good and eventual JOY, even if we can't see it now.<br /><br />Please keep Jon, Kori, and their entire family in your continued prayers. The pain they are dealing with is unimaginable and not short-lived.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-51071843457273245572010-05-01T13:22:00.000-07:002010-05-01T13:32:43.521-07:00Praying for Smith<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smithbailey.tumblr.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBXHkojGshgcfNziqntStvkF0N7ps-RvsG4yQIZjeZ36EwG_wI-WFtUZC2zivlRgDLOh4mrnFv4fwe0-LgDanTIai7DrO_ccX0b8NOEn7C2anLOodPYZrcG4B14byFg4R_0NFC4f5RyQ/s320/Smith+Randle+Bailey%5B4%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466401823989889234" border="0" /></a><br />Our old friends Jon and Kori welcomed their sweet baby boy, Smith Randle Bailey on April 29th. Kori was 23 weeks and 6 days and Smith was born 1lb 8 oz. God has already shown up in mighty ways, but there is still a long road ahead. None of us could ever imagine what this must be like for the entire family. Please join us in continued prayer for Smith as he faces many months and procedures in the hospital.<br />We praise God that He is good and is working everything for His glory- He is holding Smith in His hands and has already orchestrated his entire life.<br /><br />Help us to see the good in this and to trust in YOU Lord. Be with Jon and Kori and breathe peace on them- peace that can only come from YOU. Please send your great Comforter in Jesus' name!<br /><br />They posted a scripture this scripture:<br /><span>Isaiah 43:1-3<span> </span>“Now this is what the Lord says—the One who created you, and the One who formed you, Israel.<span> </span>Do not fear, for I have redeemed you.<span> </span>I have called you by your name; you are Mine.<span> </span>I will be with you when you pass through the waters, and when you pass through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you.<span> </span>You will not be scorched when you walk through the fire, and the flames will not burn you.<span> </span>For I <span> </span>the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, and your Savior give Egypt as a ransom for you."<br /><br />What a blessing it is to see them cling to The One with hope.<br /><br />Click on the button above to see Smith's website with up-to-date prayer requests.<br /></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-53905403176770736222010-04-25T11:09:00.002-07:002010-05-01T09:45:20.148-07:00Is there one waiting for us?<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4eZybIXpm8">Amos Story</a>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161169417221618480.post-2779173633329280962010-04-20T07:27:00.000-07:002010-04-20T07:32:20.913-07:00Worth it ALL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMn1CaQCJx7YsmoUqbPcAxIStCTi6xsUCSz0DqnXM1Odr5ej36KucLQIqbLfcE08Y082B-YzziHxUVyI8rj3sUzbgxFF1fELKxRIPiendwhQOHtOhGgQLBZ0zD51IP6IuzqRppsYtYSs/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMn1CaQCJx7YsmoUqbPcAxIStCTi6xsUCSz0DqnXM1Odr5ej36KucLQIqbLfcE08Y082B-YzziHxUVyI8rj3sUzbgxFF1fELKxRIPiendwhQOHtOhGgQLBZ0zD51IP6IuzqRppsYtYSs/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462226478605141506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">You are mine, you are loved<br />You have always been thought of<br />When you hurt I feel it every time<br />You are mine, you are loved<br />And I’m never giving up<br />Till I’ve dried all the tears you cry<br />Long before you took a breath<br />I knew your name, I heard you call<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">You are worth it all<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qwTXQ_6vXgLG7rluFoDaq13me4zB_4KEDE91zO_vkpFRGe-N4TLET1N4uUeAK7MCVH370sOwZeOuh5Q3-hHQ_OC6lWtC6ULYYQ42zS48Qf4HXmpEGf4KVWPwOlXyAiwVzkKb1bih33w/s1600/DSC_0456.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qwTXQ_6vXgLG7rluFoDaq13me4zB_4KEDE91zO_vkpFRGe-N4TLET1N4uUeAK7MCVH370sOwZeOuh5Q3-hHQ_OC6lWtC6ULYYQ42zS48Qf4HXmpEGf4KVWPwOlXyAiwVzkKb1bih33w/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462227300060477346" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">You are worth it all!</span><br /></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661033096443881723noreply@blogger.com1