tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206634362024-03-23T13:33:04.126-05:00Tanner Lifemonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-36816979170026220812011-03-05T14:35:00.002-05:002011-03-05T14:48:05.324-05:00What's on your DVR?<br /><br />I'm just curious, flipping through my own, what is on your DVR? So, chime in to comment and let me know. Here's what's on ours right this minute:<br /><br />Sweet Home Alabama - free Starz, a favorite movie<br />Monsters, Inc. - free Starz<br />Imagination Movers - (5 episodes currently, it varies as we save and watch a few times & delete)<br />Confessions of a Shopaholic - free Starz<br />Yo, Gabba, Gabba - 6 episodes (varies according to what we save, watch, delete)<br />The Proposal - free Starz<br />Sesame Street - 52 episodes (all of which have been watched oodles of times each, oodles and oodles)<br />Best Places - About Disney<br />Dear John - free Starz<br />Disney Holiday Magic<br />Disney cruise line<br />Walt Disney World Resort<br />Samantha Brown's Disney<br />Disney on a Dime (all of these have been saved for years, we watch them over and over ;)<br />Something to Talk About - commercials and all, a true favorite been saved since we got the DVR<br /><br />Here is what is usually on there until I watch it and delete it.<br /><br />Days of our Lives<br />Parenthood<br />Grey's Anatomy<br />Private Practice<br />Army Wives<br />Brothers & Sisters<br />Teen Mom &/or Teen Mom 2<br />16 and Pregnant<br /><br />What use to be on there that I deleted from the schedule:<br />Survivor (this was the first season I let it go)<br />Bachelor (over it)<br />Biggest Looser (I just don't have time to keep up with it too)monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-80972409505598073802011-01-03T12:44:00.004-05:002011-01-03T13:29:28.553-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Mymj4YnODXRS1_ezOoFCSk5A90mZYOKmyEi_xbFfl1XYz5duKKIag6Z8BZVgwRPIRDRg2TbMHuicgdtBVofPvd0vMAXY0wI7etGmMIWcNtVNfETCbS2z0OUqQ0citU0UEG2F/s1600/snowy+cole.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/AVvXsEj_Mymj4YnODXRS1_ezOoFCSk5A90mZYOKmyEi_xbFfl1XYz5duKKIag6Z8BZVgwRPIRDRg2TbMHuicgdtBVofPvd0vMAXY0wI7etGmMIWcNtVNfETCbS2z0OUqQ0citU0UEG2F/s320/snowy+cole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558028511669916098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A chatty 19 month old.<br /><br /></span></div>Cole has been jabbering and babbling from very early, just like his Mommy. He’s always talked in the car more than anywhere and he even talks in his sleep. We wondered if we’d ever be able to understand him. On the way to his 18 month check up we came up with approximately 20 words he knew, we felt pretty good. I know that boys are later talkers than girls.<br /><br />Something happened a few weeks ago, just before Christmas. One day he was saying about 20 words and wouldn’t try new ones, no matter how much coaxing we did. We’d beg him to try new words and repeat things over and over to him. He just looked at us. Then .. Something clicked, a flip switched, a light came on. I don’t know, but one day the boy started saying everything! He’d repeat what we said and started saying words randomly on his own that we had no idea he knew.<br /><br />Case in point. We walk through our basement to get in and out of the house, right by the lawn mower which he loves to ride on. He has been saying “b” for ages for everything, anything. As he points and says “b”, one of us would say “lawn mower” and on we’d go. Then one night we walk through the basement and without hesitation, he points and says “mon mower”. Andy asked “Did he just say lawn mower?” So Cole repeats “mon mower” as if to say, “Duh Daddy, yes that’s what I said.”<br /><br />Cole’s current word list that grows daily.<br /><br />Momma - Dadda - Mommy <br />Daddy - Bye Bye - Hey <br />Hi - Hat - Bubble <br />Ball - Drum - phone <br />Dawg - Mon mower (lawn mower) <br />More - Wawer (water) - <br />ABBY (all caps, yes) - nite nite - E mo (Elmo) <br />Din do aur (dinosaur) - greeps (grapes)<br />Bewies (strawberries) - Mimi - Papppy<br />Jack - Miiike (Mike) - bang<br />Cracka (cracker) - ice - rice<br />Grss (grass) - Nanny (Granny) <br />hot - g daddy (Grand Daddy) <br />no (snow) - ain (rain) - Bock bock (chicken) <br />ur ple (purple) - bue (blue)<br />Llellow (yellow) - up - down<br />Pane (airplane) - uh oh - all done<br />All gone - tra tor (tractor) <br />book - Duck - woo woo (train) <br />doo da (guitar) - Pee pee - poo pee <br />baby - BATH (all caps!) <br />old - bite (to eat)<br />Buzz (Buzz & Woody) - apple - oww & ow<br />O wl (owl) - yeah, yeah, yeah <br />box - fsh (fish) - open <br />jump - dabba dabba (as in yo gabba gabba)<br />Whoa - ole (Cole) - uck (stuck)<br /><br /><br />And the list goes on. Just when I think I’m done, I add another one. I don’t know if this is the final list or not, it changes continually ;)<br /><br />aww wee (which is what he says when he hugs someone or something)<br />Aaaa choo (when he’s making fun of someone for sneezing ;)<br /><br />Along with animal sounds: bock bock (chicken) - which is also his word for chicken - oof oof (dog) - ee ee eee (horse) - eeeeee (elephant complete with arm raised for trunk) - ggrrr (dinosaur, tiger, lion, bear ;) - ack ack (quack duck) - bzz (bees which was a first sound from a favorite book and surprised us) -<br /><br />“budden budden” for cars, trucks, etc..<br />“woo woo” which is his sound and word for train<br /><br />He also has an extensive list of baby angry words. We don’t know what he says, but when he’s mad, there’s a lot to say. It usually begins and ends with Mommy/Daddy (whomever he’s mad at) with a whole list of angry jabbering and finger pointing in between.<br /><br />And a last note on talking, he also whispers. If it’s super quiet in the morning or at night, when he’s nervous about something. He jabbers and whispers, it’s quite the hoot!!monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-30242735481153324822010-09-02T21:40:00.000-05:002010-09-02T21:40:42.826-05:00Steven Curtis Chapman - FAITHFUL<a name="05">I am broken, I am bleeding<br />I'm scared and I'm confused<br />But You are faithful, yes, You are faithful<br />I am weary and believing<br />God please help my unbelief<br />Cause You are faithful, yes, You are faithful<br /><br />I will proclaim it to the world<br />I will declare it to my heart<br />I will sing it when the sun is shining<br />I will scream it in the dark<br /><br />You are faithful, You are faithful<br />When You give and when You take away<br />Even then still Your name is faithful<br />You are faithful<br />And with everything inside of me<br />I am choosing to believe<br />You are faithful<br /><br />I am waiting for the rescue<br />That I know will surely come<br />Cause You are faithful, yes, You are faithful<br />And I've dropped anchor in Your promises and I am holding on<br />Cause You are faithful, God, You are faithful<br /><br />I will proclaim it to the world<br />I will declare it to my heart<br />I'll sing it when the sun is shining<br />I will scream it in the dark<br /><br />You are faithful, You are faithful<br />When You give and when You take away<br />Even then still Your name is faithful<br />You are faithful<br />And with everything inside of me<br />I am choosing to believe<br />You're faithful<br />So faithful<br /><br />When I cannot have the answer<br />That I'm wanting to demand<br />I'll remember You are God<br />And everything is in Your hands<br />With Your hands You put the sun and moon and stars up in the sky<br />For the sake of love You hung Your own son on the cross to die<br /><br />And You are faithful<br />Yes, You are faithful<br />When You give, when You take away even then<br />Great is Your faithfulness<br />Great is Your faithfulness<br />And with everything inside of me<br />I am choosing to believe<br />You're faithful<br /><br />When You give, when You take away<br />Even then, still Your name is faithful<br />You are faithful<br />And with everything inside of me<br />I am choosing to believe<br /><br />You are faithful<br />You are faithful</a><br /><br /><object style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZmNiTtbM6hM/hqdefault.jpg");" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmNiTtbM6hM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmNiTtbM6hM?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-85599094651789032622010-08-24T21:09:00.008-05:002010-08-30T13:28:51.789-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">15 Months Old</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Dear Bloggie, I am sorry you are neglected. Blame Facebook. Love, Monica<br /><br /></span>Can't believe our little Stinkey Pete is 15 months old, time flies!! I h</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">av</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">e no </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">idea what he weighs, but when I carry him very much I would bet on 100 pounds. Ok, maybe not, I'm just wimpy. He's solid though and getting taller for sure. I can tell by his clothes!<br /><br />He wears size 2 or 2T shirts b/c if they are smaller and washed many times his belly shows! He wears size 12 shorts still, but finally the 18 months aren't falling off either. His little legs are so short, bless his heart I think he's just stuck with that problem like his Momma. He wears size 4 diapers still, size 5 night time diapers because he is SO wet in the morning.<br /><br />Speaking of night. He's still sleeping around 11 hours, we are so than</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">kful. You never know how much you missed sleep until you start getting it again. Every few weeks we'll have a night where something goes wrong and he wakes up for one reason or another, but</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> we are blessed with a great sleeper now. We still do hold him until he falls asleep at night usu</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ally. He takes one nap that is usually 1 and 1/2 hours - 2 hours typically. He has 2 or 3 stuffed animals, a few books and a soft toy that stays in his crib. When he wakes up he will play for a go</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">od 15-30 minutes in the morning. That gives me time to hear him playing on the monitor and get myself together before getting him.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(Junk food, the only category of food he loves other than fruit. Takes after his Momma ;) He has just discovered cheese puffs in the past week or two, needless to say they are a hit. He was sitting in the high chair, in the living room watching Sesame Street while I did something?)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUUKcK7J8Io0jm6oH1poVAwbuhjTNt8jSgh0zYslHBuYubDyOj6I0uP9fhu7JA_zLs8-PIEeqB8qeqBBkRAHhbUY3gnKYC7vbmfUMOSycdskLXhe8_aQQFQuatxkOj_JyrDxo/s1600/cheeto.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/AVvXsEjrUUKcK7J8Io0jm6oH1poVAwbuhjTNt8jSgh0zYslHBuYubDyOj6I0uP9fhu7JA_zLs8-PIEeqB8qeqBBkRAHhbUY3gnKYC7vbmfUMOSycdskLXhe8_aQQFQuatxkOj_JyrDxo/s320/cheeto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511270840820587154" border="0" /></a></span></span>Cole says: "HEY" (in all caps, his favorite word) "mama" "dada" "ooof oof" (for all dogs, he LOVES dogs) "oooo" (means moo for cows) "ba" (ball) "ca" (car) "bu" (bubble) "zzzz" (for bees that are in two of his farm books) "bab" (baby) "cacka" (cracker) T</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">he</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">n everything else in the world starts with "b" it's his favorite sound obviously and along with a bunch of rambling and chatting, there's a ton of "b" things he mumbles about. He chats t</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">he most in the car, but he's generally chatty.</span></span><br /></div></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />He knows and can correctly use the sign for "more" when he's eating.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(One of the things that makes him seem so grown to me. Watching his Daddy cut the grass. He watches the entire time. When Daddy disappears from the front, he knows to go to the kitchen windows to see him cut the back. THEN he knows he gets to ride!!)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JkgurCpSzotZEih922Ndk4RuOTWzIccGWNN7MN1OLqExxAvVvdBtZMH7VYKS7iKkOrkDv1ZuFfizLXicYuH12Pb93_AJ7zA-DZGMCFjXkrq7LZLPXMb-pxYOnsc6stwLPxpd/s1600/grass+watch+2.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/AVvXsEj5JkgurCpSzotZEih922Ndk4RuOTWzIccGWNN7MN1OLqExxAvVvdBtZMH7VYKS7iKkOrkDv1ZuFfizLXicYuH12Pb93_AJ7zA-DZGMCFjXkrq7LZLPXMb-pxYOnsc6stwLPxpd/s320/grass+watch+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511268719305584754" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">His favorite things are first and foremost OUTSIDE. He'd live </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">outside full time if we'd let him. He screams when he thinks he's going out and doesn't. He walks to all </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">doors and points out while fussing. If he sees anyone putting on shoes, he gets his and immediately grabs hold of your legs and wont let go. He prefers just to walk & run around outside, but also enjoys riding in/on his "cars", wagon, playing with his golf clubs, going up and down his slide (</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">tiny one) and swinging. My Dad, Grand Daddy (aka: Grumpy) takes Cole to ride on the golf cart at their house every day that he's there, he drives ;) That is a favorite. He has sat on the tractor, but never with it running. He LOVES just looking at it. He now rides with his Daddy on the lawnmower after the grass is cut too and loves it!<br /><br />His other favorite things are bubbles (he likes to walk aroun</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">d holdin</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">g the no spill kind and actually blew a few the other night finally) He loves anything that he can ride on or in. He has a large car inside, plus 5 things here to ride on and 4 at my parents. He has a jumpy zebra animal at both houses too. He loves to be on something and going. We hear the "brrrrr" car noise continuously all day, every day. He spends most of his time on something like that. He loves cars, tractors and trucks. He likes remote controls, phones and his one favorite thing he couldn't live without is BOOKS! His Momma is a proud </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">woman. Seems my reading and love of books has officially rubbed off. He loves, loves to be read to or just look and and talk about books. He also loves anything </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">that sings like his Elmo Live, our Veggie Tale Larry that sings and an Easter bunny that sings and dances. He now likes to dance to music </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">too!<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;">(Cole has now discovered golf, much to his Daddy's delight. These are clubs that Daddy's best buddy Larken and his family gave Cole before he arrived. We got them out a few weeks ago and he adore them, see the smile? He plays with them inside and out. He whacks everything, the blue club is his favorite and how has packaging tape around it b/c it was broken and he had a fit. He does know how to hit the ball now, of course it goes flying and sometimes he claps ;)<br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0QzyktpewWSsS_jC4BoIbZQjAoboE5OfBelhLJrR_4HvUvI_9N9uiGUYAfd2iTDW6ZcMmtwgojTBhAvkpSz5jlh2TyAzIaTN3uB9U_BkZ5O9hjpRWHAtLx_f8Sg7rTOyqGp_/s1600/golf+1a.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/AVvXsEig0QzyktpewWSsS_jC4BoIbZQjAoboE5OfBelhLJrR_4HvUvI_9N9uiGUYAfd2iTDW6ZcMmtwgojTBhAvkpSz5jlh2TyAzIaTN3uB9U_BkZ5O9hjpRWHAtLx_f8Sg7rTOyqGp_/s320/golf+1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511264983977011010" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><br />Cole still loves Sesame Street and we've seen last seasons 35 episodes 100Xs each, at least! I can't wait for a new season. We have several Elmo DVD's and watch those as well. Sesame Street and Elmo are the only thing that officially get him to stop and watch on his own. Other than that we watch Dinosaur Train and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse some. Then Veggie Tales & Hermie the Caterpillar and friends as well when I need him captured in the high chair or pack n play for something. (while playing or eating a snack)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;">(One of the funny random things he does that we didn't show him, he just knows to do. He shut his door when he gets in his car, cracks me up that he just knows that.)<br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDY416rBia_EKrlJ4AE_q-PmOMpIBudefZ2o_sVaQwniVYkZ54fmklzwnF8QHAXCQvdaPZFJS7a8S0qE8Q32ac2tNQov00ZuMBXdJG0IZyZ3g1ZbyGfYEMhcT4_2Cg4ypRPa1M/s1600/cole+car+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDY416rBia_EKrlJ4AE_q-PmOMpIBudefZ2o_sVaQwniVYkZ54fmklzwnF8QHAXCQvdaPZFJS7a8S0qE8Q32ac2tNQov00ZuMBXdJG0IZyZ3g1ZbyGfYEMhcT4_2Cg4ypRPa1M/s320/cole+car+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511263245191179666" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><br />He's been coloring for quite a few months now. He does pretty well not e</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ating the crayons for the most part. He likes to see the colors show up on the page. Normally that's saved for in a restaurant, but we've colored at home some recently too. Just this past week we tried painting with water colors. He really enjoyed it though got frustrated after a few minutes and wanted to get wild with the brush.<br /><br />Cole got to ride on his first "coin car" this past weekend at the mall. He rode in 2 little cars and of course loved it. He flung our hands away when we tried to get him off, like we knew he would. We expected a total meltdown, but thankfully were able to distract him before we drew a crowd.<br />Cole has a huge thing for girls, older or younger. He doesn't care! He loves baby girls and kisses them given a chance. He loves little girls and blows kisses to them no matter where we are. He notices them in stores, restaurants, church, it doesn't matter. He loves teenage girls, waitress, women in stores. If they don't pay attention to him, there will be a HUGE amount of "HEY" shouting until they do!!<br /><br />We're still struggling with eating. He has good days and bad days. We have tried so hard to get him to eat mostly "big people" food, but it's a constant struggle. He loves fruit and will eat any "real" fruit. His favorites are bananas, raisins, strawberries & </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">mandarin oranges. He will eat cut up grapes, dried cranberries, applesauce, pears and peaches. He will eat french fries from most places. He likes the cheap variety of rice in a bag, "rice sides". He likes waffles, pancakes, cereal bars, grits and toddler/baby cereal still. Everything else is totally hit and miss. Sometime he will eat a few bites, sometime he wont. If it's a bad day, he wont even taste anything. He simply sticks his tongue off and let's it fall back off. No amount of bribery, playing, teasing, airplaneing, threatening, forcing. etc.. will h</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">elp. It is a battle of wills. Chicken, peas, beans, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, noodles of any kind, toddler meals, grown up meals, you name it. Sometimes he will eat a bite, sometimes he wont. Thankfully he loves milk and drinks only milk, chocolate milk and water. He's growing and healthy, so I try not to worry too much about it. He eats when he's hungry and I was a super picky eater as a child too. (Seems that's worn off, ha!)<br /><br />Cole can correctly point to his nose, eyes, ears, mouth, tongue, teeth, hair, belly and (unfortunately, blame it on Daddy) his "boobers". Ugh..<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;">(Cole, in Pappy's lap. At Mimi & Pappy's pool with his cousins. What a mess trying to get 6 kiddos anywhere near each other and still, in the pool no less, at the same time!)<br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL06rwI-F2abfPd1jv8mpKjgjwnNQYuW3BQ6CY03DgkiSf6xDd8_42CsU3Aj73xEA6jgqQ4qmwQKD4Ki1IpDy4VRGpUnAIkGM8A8vaqv4m3ttJXNXp46K4M7SSzmJVxquGA4dN/s1600/gang+7+FAVE.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/AVvXsEjL06rwI-F2abfPd1jv8mpKjgjwnNQYuW3BQ6CY03DgkiSf6xDd8_42CsU3Aj73xEA6jgqQ4qmwQKD4Ki1IpDy4VRGpUnAIkGM8A8vaqv4m3ttJXNXp46K4M7SSzmJVxquGA4dN/s320/gang+7+FAVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511262621177834882" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">...<br />I love the little things that make him seem so grown up. I love how you can point to something or ask him to get it and he brings it to you. (ball, car, book) </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It cracks me up when something rolls under the couch and he lays on his belly to look for it. We always get a kick out of him imitating us with sneezes or coughs. He has a big "aahh ahhh boo" production</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> that his a hoot! I love how he knows to hold up his arms one at a time for putting them in a s</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">hirt, how if he's holding something he knows to switch hands while we put an arm in. I love how he can point to what he wants and shakes his head no if you don't guess correctly. I laugh when you mention changing a diaper and he heads to his room and changing table/dresser. (One day Granny was going to change him in the floor and he took the diaper from her, walked to his room and looked at the table. What was wrong with that woman?) If you mention brushing his teeth now he runs to the bathroom and points to his teeth. He likes to play peek a book everywhere, behind chairs, doors, etc... There are so many things that shock us daily a</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">nd remind us how he's growing up and how smart he is.<br /><br />We couldn't be more thankful for the little guy and the fun he brings. We are blessed beyond measure. We are praying for God's will in adding to our family now. We have been officially approved for adoption again since July and will continue to pray that God brings Cole a baby brother or sister, how he sees fit, if he so chooses. (and I certainly hope he so chooses!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-30443734672892256862010-04-02T19:52:00.001-05:002010-04-02T19:52:55.160-05:00<img src="file:///F:/DCIM/100NCD40/DSC_1883.JPG" alt="" /><img src="file:///F:/DCIM/100NCD40/DSC_1883.JPG" alt="" /><img src="file:///F:/DCIM/100NCD40/DSC_1883.JPG" alt="" /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naajYZSbWdw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naajYZSbWdw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-4162989214394605852010-03-06T08:29:00.024-05:002010-03-06T20:01:40.579-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What I've been doing . . .<br />Written by : Cole<br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been very busy the past few weeks. I learned to crawl and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">I can do it really fast. It makes my Mommy say "no, no, stop" alot these days. It's really funny when she says that and I laugh at her, then she grabs me and puts me back in the pile of toys in that big room where the TV is. I can go back to where I was very fast though, Mommy is just silly</span>. <span style="font-size:130%;">See that rug with bowls on the other side of the table? They belong to that furry guy that says "ruff ruff" really loud, he stays locked in the room with Mommy & Daddy's bed a lot these days. Mommy says he's "old and grumpy", but I LOVE that guy! Oh those bowls, one has WAT</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ER in it. Have you felt of that stuff before? I like to play in it, but that makes Mommy say "no, no, no, no" a lot. Then I have to change clothes. Sometimes she puts the bowl far away, but when I'm lucky she forgets!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-AFdL23MgSJ-Y0_oTrMZNrqnWYl_B1uRYBMHEMRoH2n6jnoDveDsWgjTdVmsndD4Rb9orKE5aW33Hafflh9zZwcvQU2tZP5k424IZFt6H53iKVhuoB__Zzu9tY2fjtSZmh1_/s1600-h/feb+crawling+under+table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-AFdL23MgSJ-Y0_oTrMZNrqnWYl_B1uRYBMHEMRoH2n6jnoDveDsWgjTdVmsndD4Rb9orKE5aW33Hafflh9zZwcvQU2tZP5k424IZFt6H53iKVhuoB__Zzu9tY2fjtSZmh1_/s400/feb+crawling+under+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445529389539921794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">See this guy? Granny calls him Grand Daddy, but Mommy calls him Grumpy. He is a very funny guy. He calls me Peanut. He will do ANYTHING I want, I just have to show him or let him know. If I fuss, he takes me on walks anywhere I want to go. I love this guy!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflQLp-43EVkr6bvbFHK1swzhWutM_6AGUGSOGoAzC_vrYu9ImG9pUGdZtDAcYU0663Yll-9kNBUyfYRJyWVaVTViEGXuLZYGLULU0trPuTE-B_Ugk8Oy0FQC6nW0odPKXg_7E/s1600-h/cole+grumpy+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflQLp-43EVkr6bvbFHK1swzhWutM_6AGUGSOGoAzC_vrYu9ImG9pUGdZtDAcYU0663Yll-9kNBUyfYRJyWVaVTViEGXuLZYGLULU0trPuTE-B_Ugk8Oy0FQC6nW0odPKXg_7E/s400/cole+grumpy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445529291851908402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">These are whatcha call balloons! Have you seen them? They are wonderful. I had some at that Disney World place, but had to leave them behind. A few weeks ago Mommy bought me three of my very own. I love them so much and spend hours playing with them. They are so neat. If you shake that ribbon, they dance!!!! When they get squishy, I can squeeze 'em some and they make a crinkly sound. They are not floating very good anymore, so yesterday Mommy took me to a very special store she calls "dollar tree" and bought me two more!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3THSqGlSfhBHVvu_wVG3b9LgrWU6cgu2a-xv2f88ZnDwqizfnTQbgqUi3N3v8oGXu9WhgszG3s-EJXnstAhTP-vasVIHFo0lojfd3gN6eHyO1m6QsvWQoGMq8fTMsEEdQ1GXh/s1600-h/balloons+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3THSqGlSfhBHVvu_wVG3b9LgrWU6cgu2a-xv2f88ZnDwqizfnTQbgqUi3N3v8oGXu9WhgszG3s-EJXnstAhTP-vasVIHFo0lojfd3gN6eHyO1m6QsvWQoGMq8fTMsEEdQ1GXh/s400/balloons+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445528805628502194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is my "turn that light off" face. I'm not grouchy at all, I like mornings. I can now stand up in my bed and bang, bang, bang on the rail there until Mommy or Daddy come get me. I give 'em a big ole smile. The light is bright when they turn it on though and then Mommy flashes that picture thing in my face, so I'm NOT grouchy... I just can't see Lady!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Edi</span>t: My Mommy said to tell you that the bed is lowered now from when the photo was taken. This was one of the first few days I learned the trick of pulling up on my knees in there. Now I pull up on everything, I don't like to sit down, ever! I stand in my bed and bang bang on the top. Mommy says that soon it will be lowered again.*<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXjYsALdqthCU5XiU4aYUklAteekAB8AEIi5hVlB7ITIVnaoYm849dVuuRixCQfDO4SgFnEJI7IuVxlF1_Jw-ABohidgsVj5s8FPkGuDTpFggeV2AdkzpzSxe20Ce9H55ARxg/s1600-h/good+morning+grumpy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXjYsALdqthCU5XiU4aYUklAteekAB8AEIi5hVlB7ITIVnaoYm849dVuuRixCQfDO4SgFnEJI7IuVxlF1_Jw-ABohidgsVj5s8FPkGuDTpFggeV2AdkzpzSxe20Ce9H55ARxg/s400/good+morning+grumpy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445527605300308674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JiMfurJ9RqkxrWkt3IGLXS6t95uDML1BTjhnT7c10Khv1i9pDfRCWai8c4vzQlv_HVFu7ZwyRCsc5cv_DL78EzBT982WHFxUL_Vv23A1-65Yyr9rHbadjxWlRPnnFtnf444Y/s1600-h/coles+valentines+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JiMfurJ9RqkxrWkt3IGLXS6t95uDML1BTjhnT7c10Khv1i9pDfRCWai8c4vzQlv_HVFu7ZwyRCsc5cv_DL78EzBT982WHFxUL_Vv23A1-65Yyr9rHbadjxWlRPnnFtnf444Y/s200/coles+valentines+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445527937982655266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZC8MTROXDflf2TmC84uwoltxB5j8hWus4oYRbxjoymkexJusd3gFm65qIUGO9v5MBbflUO9zb1zUnn3mU17LM0u1fJHYcc0CXjJL4MyeZT4BzjXHCnn_IMkw8YWEqwd6074X/s1600-h/coles+valentine+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZC8MTROXDflf2TmC84uwoltxB5j8hWus4oYRbxjoymkexJusd3gFm65qIUGO9v5MBbflUO9zb1zUnn3mU17LM0u1fJHYcc0CXjJL4MyeZT4BzjXHCnn_IMkw8YWEqwd6074X/s200/coles+valentine+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445528254339942306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I made these Valentine's for Granny, Grumpy and Great Grandmother. Mommy</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> p</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ut squishy white stuff on my hand and I didn't like it</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> at all!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is my loot from Valentine's Day from Mommy & Daddy. Those blocks are so fun for Mommy & Daddy to build towers with, then I get to kn</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ock 'em down. The God Bless book has pictures of me, Mommy, Daddy and Granny & Grumpy in it! I have my own music and a book about Noah and a silly monkey. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcehhYjEmmfRCs1qxkkDa7YurYceCjDmhCJ8dsJbTOr7RNBJFhOA8Pcj_-ZVbvf5BUzg0aDV8Jv_0vvWzgGWgN9ZDjC1ZhCwPMw0aGEH7VkA6010q3hPCdBcm4ZZiRN3KnnI4/s1600-h/valentine+goodies.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcehhYjEmmfRCs1qxkkDa7YurYceCjDmhCJ8dsJbTOr7RNBJFhOA8Pcj_-ZVbvf5BUzg0aDV8Jv_0vvWzgGWgN9ZDjC1ZhCwPMw0aGEH7VkA6010q3hPCdBcm4ZZiRN3KnnI4/s400/valentine+goodies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445527262777397474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is one of my favorite toys and me being a guy they call "Colezilla"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsG8_H9rBDNopYm0WBfXQWVcMZH723D-LCx95YkzgPtD8wAeb3zLrGOKA1kzBoUgegjnUmRVOXMshgerm09JJdxWGNdmX3wT5EmMCYFnLvqHOlVSb3W0p3GSIj320I6ty62ba/s1600-h/colezilla.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsG8_H9rBDNopYm0WBfXQWVcMZH723D-LCx95YkzgPtD8wAeb3zLrGOKA1kzBoUgegjnUmRVOXMshgerm09JJdxWGNdmX3wT5EmMCYFnLvqHOlVSb3W0p3GSIj320I6ty62ba/s400/colezilla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445516517754487570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes I like to help Mommy with the clothes. I don't know what she does, I think she just puts 'em in piles and plays with them.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUb_c9IBUdz-cIntzHekliXD1FWIhEsZgO0VISce6LDGwIaleOA25_Ln6lOl9XNOtoAkjgqhugVXVPvHqBCykBmrvAwx7GQTvgBrhQTd-6Jieo5y6hyIPetrxuCc0dJtFvFYF/s1600-h/wild+laundry+man.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUb_c9IBUdz-cIntzHekliXD1FWIhEsZgO0VISce6LDGwIaleOA25_Ln6lOl9XNOtoAkjgqhugVXVPvHqBCykBmrvAwx7GQTvgBrhQTd-6Jieo5y6hyIPetrxuCc0dJtFvFYF/s400/wild+laundry+man.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445516263551651458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Guess what I found this week??? It's wonderful. It's in that purple room where I take a bath. It has water inside, makes a swirly swooshy sound and has a shiny handle on it. I really like this thing. When I found it Mommy went crazy "no, no, yuck, gross, COLE". I don't know what the fuss was about. Since then though, I can't find that thing anymore. There is a door that keeps me outta there.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpZZTLYMXhJEH4abkHqE4N4gmscggGVMA6KZczfEcaX4JR1F14UJOfsUsWTv7wN8LFT6klOrWP9RZ8q-wikfCndRC1NHG_mbkBKgbAhWVeAt2Rz9yDEe1jq5BMVGe-qa2XEpZ/s1600-h/toilet+boy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpZZTLYMXhJEH4abkHqE4N4gmscggGVMA6KZczfEcaX4JR1F14UJOfsUsWTv7wN8LFT6klOrWP9RZ8q-wikfCndRC1NHG_mbkBKgbAhWVeAt2Rz9yDEe1jq5BMVGe-qa2XEpZ/s400/toilet+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445516089603686722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is a great thing, it's a window door. It use to have a curtain on it and I yan</span>k<span style="font-size:130%;">ed that thing down a few times, it was in the way! Finally Mommy took the hint and left it off. Now I can see my other furry friend, her name is Millie and she loves me. She licks me when I go out there, I like to watch her. When I bang on this window door though, she runs down the stairs. I think she's a little scared of me.....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf2tJ3oIFGcd3hue5rSicgp7Yio8EIWv_XH84Q2XoEQsYA7lzuZPE7OGdLQJqQU7H1EiI5CcR6THHKQQxvN5Iie4qbD7y46jAaJ3pUAbDrxRVbuxpvSNDFiq0cCft1rXP7pW7/s1600-h/window+peeping.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf2tJ3oIFGcd3hue5rSicgp7Yio8EIWv_XH84Q2XoEQsYA7lzuZPE7OGdLQJqQU7H1EiI5CcR6THHKQQxvN5Iie4qbD7y46jAaJ3pUAbDrxRVbuxpvSNDFiq0cCft1rXP7pW7/s400/window+peeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445515923187805250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is when Mommy & I roll and roll in the floo</span>r. <span style="font-size:130%;">She tosses me around and tickles me, I like it alot. Then she grabs that flashy picture thing, as alway</span>s.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie28JFUs1pqJeC_C19FkaXMONeWu2tQyWFBUCvsu80TG4h4e0rWvvKXTBEVKG3ooxuKYQUXkQhDxtE8DqpOPVIBuU9WrPoah9tMd8K2_SwLP3H9ODwnfbxUFy8Honm_USVD5bY/s1600-h/a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie28JFUs1pqJeC_C19FkaXMONeWu2tQyWFBUCvsu80TG4h4e0rWvvKXTBEVKG3ooxuKYQUXkQhDxtE8DqpOPVIBuU9WrPoah9tMd8K2_SwLP3H9ODwnfbxUFy8Honm_USVD5bY/s400/a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445515738885600290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I went to this guys birthday, his name is Tanner and he's my cousin. He is WILD, he is gonna teach me alot of stuff...I just know it. He just turned 2.</span> (I snuck a bite of cake at this guys party, shhhh don't tell anyone though)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArmbJMA4MufB3px-8SB-rW1P3WF9Irhy32T5e3Hd5yHg-zeBfYY3y9d6ESZ23ksr-IQCDDgepnmQ4qFEjotxohxdF4B6NWHR1Zfwg9WaF_rhsl_uwONHUk4aByhp42dBlKs4e/s1600-h/couldnt+wait.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArmbJMA4MufB3px-8SB-rW1P3WF9Irhy32T5e3Hd5yHg-zeBfYY3y9d6ESZ23ksr-IQCDDgepnmQ4qFEjotxohxdF4B6NWHR1Zfwg9WaF_rhsl_uwONHUk4aByhp42dBlKs4e/s400/couldnt+wait.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445515447522682754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">At that guys birthday, they had bubbles. I get bored when Mommy blows them. At this party though, they had them EVERYWHERE. Like a machine... I like that a lot. I want one of those machines. I like parties.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXV3foGT2wRBst5vOJXf72SEMGRnzJ8zDYG8T8SjwSw9H-pEsKMoLX5sM5tz3rtG_AiCJH22LarsCwhvV2vxRkqJkzPR5TxTPCG3XzaRYWLsVJez8Se4RFiBj-f2tCZMId9GZw/s1600-h/cole+tanners+bday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXV3foGT2wRBst5vOJXf72SEMGRnzJ8zDYG8T8SjwSw9H-pEsKMoLX5sM5tz3rtG_AiCJH22LarsCwhvV2vxRkqJkzPR5TxTPCG3XzaRYWLsVJez8Se4RFiBj-f2tCZMId9GZw/s400/cole+tanners+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445515322954304562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This girl is Lay</span>la, <span style="font-size:130%;">she is my cousin too. She is 4 now and she use to like to hold me really tight and want me to be still. What is SHE thinking?? She had a party too, I love parties! </span><span style="font-size:130%;">I think she may try to tell me what to do when I'm bigger, good luck with that girl! She wanted a mermaid outfit for her birthday, a tiara and a game. She gave her "order" to my Mommy</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;">she even told her where to shop. We "hooked her up" and now she is a beautiful mermaid!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTCI3ZOIdAu6wPqWUK54Wm4qFMxbbGRy_rJmsXr9o9vfugBf7hOWodN94Xa4n6cZWra5x794crMNSwVBE48v1lp1tdw_z4FmXNn8XW89Z6sSpadtjl4Tzd7rItFFu3uldW-U9/s1600-h/layla+mermaid2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTCI3ZOIdAu6wPqWUK54Wm4qFMxbbGRy_rJmsXr9o9vfugBf7hOWodN94Xa4n6cZWra5x794crMNSwVBE48v1lp1tdw_z4FmXNn8XW89Z6sSpadtjl4Tzd7rItFFu3uldW-U9/s400/layla+mermaid2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445538174462542018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This guy is Jack, he's my cousin too and he's smaller than I am. I like to tou</span>ch <span style="font-size:130%;">his hands. Everyone says "gentle, gentle, easy" when I head for him, I don't know why. He's a tuff' guy, I wouldn't hurt him. I see him on Sundays too, he's in my Sunday School class with those sweet ladies who kiss kiss kiss and love love love me. They NEVER put me down, but shhhh don't tell Mommy that. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7E5YDvjuGaC7f4sncgNtJ3MBFyrzjT8f5NM0A4_NpkfyJALRLvBQdD01XccnmmZjru6hqW0MRIiKZT29Xu9a__f3vZRJO6mk-_B_jb7csBovk-cwpm9Wtn_RfCdttogum96A/s1600-h/cole+and+jack+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7E5YDvjuGaC7f4sncgNtJ3MBFyrzjT8f5NM0A4_NpkfyJALRLvBQdD01XccnmmZjru6hqW0MRIiKZT29Xu9a__f3vZRJO6mk-_B_jb7csBovk-cwpm9Wtn_RfCdttogum96A/s400/cole+and+jack+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445514470682245810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have found the coolest things in the big room where we eat. They are spoons. BIG GIANT spoons, I guess they are for a giant. No giants live here, so I play with them. They bang, bang stuff and I like it. One day I took one with me all day. I even took it to the bathtub because I wouldn't let that thing go!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdh63Bf1kyiuXJeNmXOBliR7W2CJKfxXsMYl9eN-0LKBAuXmS6dZ3oeV5Bz6iVyh4Phlf5WoCKotVomcgIrneAxmahH4sCbc0C_safl6ztSCQmfjdwqEibTesP4kS4EvX8Crv7/s1600-h/kitchen+floor+fun.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdh63Bf1kyiuXJeNmXOBliR7W2CJKfxXsMYl9eN-0LKBAuXmS6dZ3oeV5Bz6iVyh4Phlf5WoCKotVomcgIrneAxmahH4sCbc0C_safl6ztSCQmfjdwqEibTesP4kS4EvX8Crv7/s400/kitchen+floor+fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445514051888063634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh yeah and we went to the mall to see the picture people. I love the mall, I have a cool ride and everyone waves, smiles and talks to me. I "flirt" Mommy says, but I'm just a friendly guy and want to spread the love. The picture people girls were so funny and they said I was "so easy" and happy, they don't know I'm use to that picture stuff. I just smile and Mommy snaps away</span>. <span style="font-size:130%;">It's no big deal and makes her happy. They also took my clothes off and took NAKED pictures of me with a tub and my bath toys. Can you believe that?? Surely Mommy wont put those here for the world to see, how embarrassing</span>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrCybxE9bN_FbtaksAfgTPY-SuJwkWFGAyTtGCjCalLNRZXIxbSnxcrfjYthYh_xlzCr-qPYynyomSmkKzP7wP3xU05_lLiue9FleK2AnmDRp2cOi8nPIIjuksnzfuSL7SsDE/s1600-h/cole14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrCybxE9bN_FbtaksAfgTPY-SuJwkWFGAyTtGCjCalLNRZXIxbSnxcrfjYthYh_xlzCr-qPYynyomSmkKzP7wP3xU05_lLiue9FleK2AnmDRp2cOi8nPIIjuksnzfuSL7SsDE/s400/cole14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445513682302388978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As you see we're busy at our house. We also had white stuff fall from the sky AND we go to a place they call they park that I LOVE alot these days. I'll tell ya about that later. It's time for a nap right now..... Thanks for stopping by</span>.monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-9393824869667829612010-02-11T19:33:00.015-05:002010-02-11T19:59:46.226-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bath Tub Fun<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYskwUp0wDnw0bHI6olum9MnJGUXMBNsA2yYSKgdmbjEIgFUwZAbGcOeJlOyk9IUcca5w4vObt-ETqKM5BEZfYJpkxg9COqUs4sBA4WtBDuyJYhfdi1VswXwNa7l0bMM6O2TP/s1600-h/bath+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYskwUp0wDnw0bHI6olum9MnJGUXMBNsA2yYSKgdmbjEIgFUwZAbGcOeJlOyk9IUcca5w4vObt-ETqKM5BEZfYJpkxg9COqUs4sBA4WtBDuyJYhfdi1VswXwNa7l0bMM6O2TP/s400/bath+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437153048103652690" border="0" /></a>Who else would take over 50 pictures of playing in the tub??? Me!! Cole had an ingrown toenail that came off, got infected and caused all sorts of craziness last week. He's been on meds and last week had to soak 3 times a day in a bath with Epson salt. We're soaking once or twice this week and he's grown to love it more every day. He was already really enjoying bath time, oppose to the screaming fits he'd have the first few months..... but now he just loves loves loves bath time!! He plays with toys, bangs on the side of the tub b/c it's loud and he loves noises, splashes with his hands and kicky kicky kicks like crazy!! It's fun to watch and play with him, so this afternoon I brought the camera along for fun!!<br /></div><br />So I wonder what this fishy tastes like?<br />Hmmm, tastes like chicken Mommy...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yJKxjXb-IbcMHYE7BGzh8t4R0b4ooF8dyf7Fy7rUaSTP98cWwMZxaAAuSKCKoPjqRTUeLzi0KreuMic_6nnr5xvtpITIXMz5gyJnFM1cyWVaBex2XJpL_EtVGaFhRUs6SckH/s1600-h/fish+25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yJKxjXb-IbcMHYE7BGzh8t4R0b4ooF8dyf7Fy7rUaSTP98cWwMZxaAAuSKCKoPjqRTUeLzi0KreuMic_6nnr5xvtpITIXMz5gyJnFM1cyWVaBex2XJpL_EtVGaFhRUs6SckH/s400/fish+25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437152830397198930" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And hermit crabs, I've always wanted to taste one of those.<br />Yep, he tastes like chicken too.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Zwu_WzveqNwn09MYqQ2M7JaZazLhlL0E7K5swAf2-BLuIOcaiMQrJNwpTQdu4hyFJxdLaiVVgJPXNETOw0Mc5Fj-3Gd2S5PEJa6GeBwJeaFcifbX5MAj-C_YAhkiWmRqmh2H/s1600-h/hermit+crab+21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Zwu_WzveqNwn09MYqQ2M7JaZazLhlL0E7K5swAf2-BLuIOcaiMQrJNwpTQdu4hyFJxdLaiVVgJPXNETOw0Mc5Fj-3Gd2S5PEJa6GeBwJeaFcifbX5MAj-C_YAhkiWmRqmh2H/s400/hermit+crab+21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437152555604455218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A puffer fish you say?<br />Sure, I'll bite....<br />Yep, tastes like chicken.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCH0E4UF9ATYnuBVpisgG5K0PQmDmDrpBadcdzj2w-Mpo5G9Yk69Y4NDJaqmhrL9tRW0IzQqdHKoQxAV7Bh_qFz5JVCV4O-4VbMviTMHdC4Xo0Qmj6LhvOYRGFoWW9rtTTSjL/s1600-h/puffy+fish+18.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCH0E4UF9ATYnuBVpisgG5K0PQmDmDrpBadcdzj2w-Mpo5G9Yk69Y4NDJaqmhrL9tRW0IzQqdHKoQxAV7Bh_qFz5JVCV4O-4VbMviTMHdC4Xo0Qmj6LhvOYRGFoWW9rtTTSjL/s400/puffy+fish+18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437152284954354402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sea horse = chicken<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTgRsGiRgs1O-kTRWF4v8LZrBbUC0xrFmjGeyhQRA5q-ixapbhHQCefFNIrmu41wRFVFZ-5ezICjUZZRKJjrwRYIDRB10PbqYY8rBY4AV_MiG3A-XLEo3K8K-frirJBjIqkWB/s1600-h/seahorse11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTgRsGiRgs1O-kTRWF4v8LZrBbUC0xrFmjGeyhQRA5q-ixapbhHQCefFNIrmu41wRFVFZ-5ezICjUZZRKJjrwRYIDRB10PbqYY8rBY4AV_MiG3A-XLEo3K8K-frirJBjIqkWB/s400/seahorse11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437152013874982306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Penguin,<br />you guessed it.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMoAyDnx0fANRyuz4GVa59Zg628L4eXKNy6tWAaEY5YuhzAQnn76-Nh6mO_7h7KE3R8iE_8pCbCl-6X6mbZa92Ckgc8wBrM2VfzTkDcxL7X6OWBhA0NtGG_y63f9xnrNKnWHv/s1600-h/penguin+8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMoAyDnx0fANRyuz4GVa59Zg628L4eXKNy6tWAaEY5YuhzAQnn76-Nh6mO_7h7KE3R8iE_8pCbCl-6X6mbZa92Ckgc8wBrM2VfzTkDcxL7X6OWBhA0NtGG_y63f9xnrNKnWHv/s400/penguin+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437151757012611970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Duck, uh huh ... you're right<br />(thanks again Ms.April)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tmvqHFJpmJ_p1K3mWEEce0CUSGI-GQzLRxp9nFgApmkWUS2J4fx2tOVxSullOUXAFNIhcMTCdQf-KPBcaf3fV8IT17QK_EtbTBC3UjtwPG_z6ZoNsvYoiHjerhmnRqhef0_Q/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tmvqHFJpmJ_p1K3mWEEce0CUSGI-GQzLRxp9nFgApmkWUS2J4fx2tOVxSullOUXAFNIhcMTCdQf-KPBcaf3fV8IT17QK_EtbTBC3UjtwPG_z6ZoNsvYoiHjerhmnRqhef0_Q/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437151479500457650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pruney baby toes<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGDf-mB26DRgScGYbd5ArZ6olRpzbI4gYmHnsrkHFMcEBD7s8LYWZDsS9sF_-I0_SwyCyuxZFjLdq52IsvZjvO4L3rYK8QPksJ-N1XWszUhT9Umfc57581Hi19uwiVb4_V3xj/s1600-h/pruny+toes+16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGDf-mB26DRgScGYbd5ArZ6olRpzbI4gYmHnsrkHFMcEBD7s8LYWZDsS9sF_-I0_SwyCyuxZFjLdq52IsvZjvO4L3rYK8QPksJ-N1XWszUhT9Umfc57581Hi19uwiVb4_V3xj/s400/pruny+toes+16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437151084822461650" border="0" /></a><br />Sweet little hands hanging on to the sides<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxd20WMiO3sS7JSfmb1RUueJg41m4dv9UnudZEYUhQN5F22BHkfDzUoMHkEl099ESjWV7L3HT7kU9E6xNW-L2Mz6r3UCjq57VpPQJGOzHBvhu9P8BcD4SouTOiGyaU6EebovJ/s1600-h/holding+on+26.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxd20WMiO3sS7JSfmb1RUueJg41m4dv9UnudZEYUhQN5F22BHkfDzUoMHkEl099ESjWV7L3HT7kU9E6xNW-L2Mz6r3UCjq57VpPQJGOzHBvhu9P8BcD4SouTOiGyaU6EebovJ/s400/holding+on+26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437150855400990882" border="0" /></a>Mommy this bath tub stuff is so funny!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUp7NRbQUZomfpGxmSW9vH1YEDeyuVZ7sN1DQ5ganz30aMRYcS-FO3gD99G9B3JlcVWpG-SYsRv0BZfgo-JB4v70ykZ4uzL1W4pU2iB-xvK1ZPIFRXuOPQT2xRPEVNfnSSWVD/s1600-h/smile+32.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUp7NRbQUZomfpGxmSW9vH1YEDeyuVZ7sN1DQ5ganz30aMRYcS-FO3gD99G9B3JlcVWpG-SYsRv0BZfgo-JB4v70ykZ4uzL1W4pU2iB-xvK1ZPIFRXuOPQT2xRPEVNfnSSWVD/s400/smile+32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437150607990975218" border="0" /></a>Ok people, you've had your fun.<br />Privacy Please!!!<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MI7X7YPlcMrp2vsNgoH66iBhu2cS7pIlYg7dc8mSY2USMAgTiDT2oZnkz47kcB2JpX1DiTaleZ_MugSbXmTlnd3RhX5w65qFn-Gve8YrZxhnGNvM15TWTZvnghO9LwN7dzBQ/s1600-h/33.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MI7X7YPlcMrp2vsNgoH66iBhu2cS7pIlYg7dc8mSY2USMAgTiDT2oZnkz47kcB2JpX1DiTaleZ_MugSbXmTlnd3RhX5w65qFn-Gve8YrZxhnGNvM15TWTZvnghO9LwN7dzBQ/s400/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437150074234612194" border="0" /></a>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-13764339638477573122010-02-08T20:05:00.003-05:002010-02-08T20:11:05.255-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cardboard Testimonies<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Have you seen these? I recently saw these videos on youtube, along with tons of others, that churches around the nation are doing. What a movement, what a testimony, what a brilliant idea. I am overwhelmed when I watch them and they always move me to tears. They are a little longish 8ish minutes or so, they are so worth your time!!<br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rxojHiZoto&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rxojHiZoto&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My cardboard testimony ---</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br />We wanted to be parents for almost 10 long years, we thought God might be saying "no" to parenthood.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />God was saying, "Yes, wait, my timing is perfect" and Cole is 8 months old!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >.............what is yours...............<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-79491746198977143752010-02-07T09:49:00.003-05:002010-02-07T11:17:48.514-05:00<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WF5xEIa-f07wE4Gst_FjNR1yWo5eL-OaI-571B5Jm3HeCYt8y49mQEBePjH9aKxWgUGoTArmQV8JP8ciBDJuH7-w34ZcWVhhr9z-eoILlbEVhJ7CZXe6VcGmH1xO0ymgnUc8/s1600-h/jan2.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WF5xEIa-f07wE4Gst_FjNR1yWo5eL-OaI-571B5Jm3HeCYt8y49mQEBePjH9aKxWgUGoTArmQV8JP8ciBDJuH7-w34ZcWVhhr9z-eoILlbEVhJ7CZXe6VcGmH1xO0ymgnUc8/s400/jan2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:180%;">8 months</span><br /></div><br />Who can believe we have an 8 month old?? Where did the past 8 months (or 17 months for that matter) go?? We waited for 10 long years for Cole to arrive and now his first birthday will be here before we know it!! People always say that time flies faster when you have little ones, we'd never have believed just HOW fast! The memories of waiting so long aren't far from my mind, so I always send out prayers for others who are waiting too. Memories of being pregnant seem like they were yesterday and how could it possibly be that long ago that we brought home the itty bitty 4 lb & 14 oz bundle??<br /><br />At 8 months old....<br /><br />Cole weighs 21 pounds!!<br /><br />He wears a size 3 diaper, though not for much longer! He wears size 9 month clothes, the 6-9 months are mostly too small. He wears 12 month jammies and one piece outfits. He's torso is long, his legs are short like his Mommy! His belly is now hanging out of my favorite little striped sweater *sigh*.......<br /><br />He eats food 3 times a day, still just jar baby food though. He gags when we attempt any kind of finger food or table food. He usually eats 2 jars of food at lunch & supper. At breakfast he has a very large bowl of cereal with a jar of fruit mixed in. He is drinking about 24-30 ounces of formula a day. He drinks juice mixed with water out of a sippie cup from time to time, more for fun than any other reason. Occasionally he will munch on his "food mesh munchie bag" with something inside, not often though.<br /><br />A few of his favorite toys are his music, mirror, lights contraption from his Mimi & Pappy for Christmas. He loves to laugh at himself in the mirror and now knows how to make each musical instrument work on the stand. He loves the Lightning McQueen ride on car that his Grand Daddy (aka: Grumpy) got him for Christmas too. He will just sit on it and push the buttons for sounds, holding the steering wheel as long as you will sit with him! He loves his little bowls and uses those for toys as well. He loves anything that rattles and he can shake to make noise, he likes banging things together or on the table, wall or floor. He loves a little phone that came with the Lightning car, it has a clicky button on it. He still loves his giraffe and well, just everything he can put in his mouth. He's still totally in awe of his Elmo Live that Santa brought, it was a fantastic choice Santa!! He likes to laugh, be bop his head and put his hand in Elmo's mouth while he talks or sings.<br /><br />Cole is finally back to sleeping at night again. The month of the sickies really did a number on his sleep schedule, but just the end of this past week we have gotten back into our routine of not waking up during the night. If he does, it's usually early around 9:30 and only for a few minutes. Otherwise he sleeps from about 6:30ish - 6:30ish!!<br /><br />Cole usually naps 2-3 times a day. If he takes a long nap, an hour or longer, then the other nap is short and it's just 2 for the day. If his naps are short, 30ish minutes, then he usually takes 3. Just the last two weeks we have started making sure that all naps are in his bed, his pack n play if he's at Granny's. He had previously taken naps in the swing and being held often, especially on the weekends when he & Daddy napped together. Granny liked to hold him and he & I napped together in the afternoons sometimes too. We've discovered he naps much better in his own bed, now that he's use to it. (Wasn't so easy in the beginning, lots of waking up and crying!) He also sleeps better at night now.<br /><br />Cole loves to be on the go. He likes to people watch and flirt. He typically enjoys shopping or going out to eat. He can now sit in a high chair or buggy (shopping cart for those of you not from the South ;) with his little seat protector. I'd highly recommend the Eddie Bauer one from Target that has little strappies to attach toys too, what a life saver!<br /><br />Cole doesn't mind riding in the car during the day usually. If he's hungry or tired, he will cry himself to sleep. He will look out the windows, "talk" and play with the toys on his car seat. He can now pull the "jitter bug" toys down himself and likes to hear the noise and watch them jitter back up again. He HATES riding at night in the dark though, he screams until he tires himself out and to sleep.<br /><br />Cole loves outside, walks to the mail box, riding in the stroller and looking at trees. We can't wait until it's warmer and we can spend more time outside!!!!!!<br /><br />Cole has two walkers now, one at his Grandparents and one at home. He can RUN all over my parents house in the one Grumpy bought him. They have hardwood floors and he's all over the place!! At our house, with the carpet, he's much slower. He can get around, but doesn't love it yet. He will scoot around the kitchen and play while we eat supper though. He likes to bang cabinet doors that have child latches, so they only open half an inch. He banged so hard yesterday he ripped a knob off. *sigh* Life with a boy huh?!?! He rotates between that and playing in his high chair with his toys when we eat or cook.<br /><br />Cole likes to put a paci in his mouth to bite on randomly. He was never a big paci baby, he would take it in stages. When he was teeny tiny he'd use it, but over time it became more of a last ditch effort that didn't often work. Now he has a few scattered in toy boxes and he will take them out on his own to chew on when he wants. I think it makes his gums feel better, rather than for a sucking on comfort thing.<br /><br />He has started be-bopping his head around like dancing and it's the cutest thing ever!!<br /><br />He now babbles Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma a ton!! In the beginning I think it was more of babbling sounds than actually for me. I do think now he knows it's me, but sometimes it's hard to tell. I've heard him babble Da-Da-Da-Da a few times, but Andy hasn't heard it yet. Same thing, we're not sure if he associates it with his Daddy yet or not. Other than that, he babbles, grunts and yells a ton. He will let out some huge squeals and yells if you aren't talking to him and he wants attention!!<br /><br />He loves bath time now, good thing with those 3 times a day soaks this week. He likes to have a tub full of plastic friends. He loves to kicky kicky kick and splash splash splash!! There is a toy attached to his tub that he's discovered makes a loud banging noise when he hits it against the side of the tub. He loves that!!! He also cracks us up when he lays back, propping his head on the edge of his tub and kicks his legs up to prop on the outside. He looks like a play boy and it's a hoot!! He use to prop one arm behind his head to lay there, OH MY!!<br /><br />Our newest fun trick is that Cole is crawling. He has been rolling where ever he wants to go for a few months now. He could get anywhere fast. He was also caterpillar crawling, backwards! He hadn't really mastered creeping at all.... ever. Before we knew it last weekend he got up and crawled a few times in a row. He would do it randomly. Suddenly in the middle of this week, he figured it out and would get up to go anywhere and everywhere. The last two days his speed has taken off and he's literally all over the place. Yesterday I had to put an ottoman in front of the stairs, we bought a gate and his Daddy hasn't put it up yet. This morning I've already had to shut the door to the guest bedroom and bring him back from various places tons of times. Our son is now VERY mobile!! Life is changing~<br /><br /><br />Above are pics of Cole crawling, fast straight for the stairs!! Him sitting in a cardboard box that Ms. Terry sent him a new Sesame Street quilt in. Him with the new quilt. He's munching on animal crackers in the mesh bag chewie. His New Years 7 month picture, his 8 month old picture. Him pulling toys from a box, one by one. (He'd take one out, examine it. Throw it over his shoulder and keep digging. So funny!!) His car and sitting in a box of toys, just to contain him a few minutes while we played!!<br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-59081244991676147772010-01-09T10:37:00.022-05:002010-01-10T08:48:22.529-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">2009<br />Year in Review<br />Part 1<br />Jan. - May<br /></span></div><br />If you read my previous post below, you know I decided to do a year in review post. I started with June-December first, blogging backwards. That's me. Now the blogs will flow in order though, see... I had a plan. 2009 was the most amazing year ever with the last half of a pregnancy and the arrival of our cutie patootie Cole!! What a year, what a year!!!!! We are blessed beyond words~<br /><br />"God is able to do immeasurably more than all we can ask or imagine" Ephesians 3:20<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">January</span></span><br />January 6th was a much anticipated day as we went for our sonogram to find out that little Cole was going to be little Cole, a boy!! Such an awesome day! I went to preschool, beyond excited. Came home to meet Andy and we were off. We had the sonogram, got the exciting news and then wouldn't tell a soul. HA! We went to eat supper and then went shopping, all the while telling our friends and family that baby was safe & healthy, but we weren't sharing yet. It was nice to savor such a big secret for a few hours. By the time we arrived to my parents house that evening, my Momma was angry... he he he.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2-7ntfUYW0rQL_NWbrHbzq6esZUjzSTfjw2EjN2Cc3Zb4G9Tp6-MAezaM4yDps7Qt5p2GJ1QnCZg6sZMFWYD_Rc3Xzyo5rpND5-4_xel6ei1JLfHVNQIsADyLjehtTWNuoyr/s1600-h/baby+boy+jan6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2-7ntfUYW0rQL_NWbrHbzq6esZUjzSTfjw2EjN2Cc3Zb4G9Tp6-MAezaM4yDps7Qt5p2GJ1QnCZg6sZMFWYD_Rc3Xzyo5rpND5-4_xel6ei1JLfHVNQIsADyLjehtTWNuoyr/s400/baby+boy+jan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425096473769169698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We took this picture to post....here of course!! And on FaceBook as the "big reveal"!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-gC-P0F8a0zxb79ounnT_Ipj-MQjC0hNge5o5ZqH5e5VeSKtDecu5JidaTY_v8E7pnq79N4QQ6vLTv5EcmUV3wmgWGRrSZ7WnflB_83joJ3YEk9cbxJc2zk3Z6qw7hqDbXVS/s1600-h/baby+boy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-gC-P0F8a0zxb79ounnT_Ipj-MQjC0hNge5o5ZqH5e5VeSKtDecu5JidaTY_v8E7pnq79N4QQ6vLTv5EcmUV3wmgWGRrSZ7WnflB_83joJ3YEk9cbxJc2zk3Z6qw7hqDbXVS/s400/baby+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425095038819206034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And just a few days later we packed up and headed to Disney World!! What else would you do to celebrate finding out you were having a boy?! We spent a week at Port Orleans Riverside and had an absolute wonderful "last just us" Disney visit!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthVfM2gMLwKuWWZFgsUqGQB9xzg6wCRTKqht-RLS7CeiwWomJpNra74mq4gw0qV6csFZeLSFUq7cjgR06LeapIFZiXVhCc2e4YrCAC-9QlySB3tMQIDE0W9Gx7-GU8hf_WitN/s1600-h/chef+m+us+with+mickey.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthVfM2gMLwKuWWZFgsUqGQB9xzg6wCRTKqht-RLS7CeiwWomJpNra74mq4gw0qV6csFZeLSFUq7cjgR06LeapIFZiXVhCc2e4YrCAC-9QlySB3tMQIDE0W9Gx7-GU8hf_WitN/s400/chef+m+us+with+mickey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425097561927407970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">February</span></span> brought Valentines, which I didn't document with pictures obviously.<br /><br />It also brought shopping<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubOIV45pBkE80T84JpwyNCNcTqQW0M2_BNa_mX_OBp_V9Xyo_rVq2M2oFKLWibFLUToF6IdjHXXZdDZQTsg5gs0pXdV_mDd4pN9rnYiC3yM3aZApC8seB7TpozQeBsNpafPB9/s1600-h/baby+shopping+feb1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubOIV45pBkE80T84JpwyNCNcTqQW0M2_BNa_mX_OBp_V9Xyo_rVq2M2oFKLWibFLUToF6IdjHXXZdDZQTsg5gs0pXdV_mDd4pN9rnYiC3yM3aZApC8seB7TpozQeBsNpafPB9/s400/baby+shopping+feb1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425098121678690034" border="0" /></a><br />And our sweet Layla turned 3<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yc02mY7XLBPC_4S-0Qk0m1ickRgF9ZX8qN1cdXMLf_eeow2okc5fbiBQpwsQX8TismLZWGF_CSPYF-JKpFgRYDrg9Ji7FNv_4tCcirh1PmHg0odGWiWe56PNqNcOPEM931fJ/s1600-h/cinderella.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yc02mY7XLBPC_4S-0Qk0m1ickRgF9ZX8qN1cdXMLf_eeow2okc5fbiBQpwsQX8TismLZWGF_CSPYF-JKpFgRYDrg9Ji7FNv_4tCcirh1PmHg0odGWiWe56PNqNcOPEM931fJ/s400/cinderella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425099814665197570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">March</span></span> came and the weather started to warm up<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8u3nK-TdFIHJapEyT8i8LePBhGIWbUAPcIfVcRjEdPB27YX6PRa0kKnyBk49uAzrmsFTjsg2gX8XK6rK23C9vk0m2z_QrTrUedWfl_rshuri_9xCSKrnD-StXm-DqXWzqepAw/s1600-h/usmarch21a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8u3nK-TdFIHJapEyT8i8LePBhGIWbUAPcIfVcRjEdPB27YX6PRa0kKnyBk49uAzrmsFTjsg2gX8XK6rK23C9vk0m2z_QrTrUedWfl_rshuri_9xCSKrnD-StXm-DqXWzqepAw/s400/usmarch21a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424773462786506594" border="0" /></a><br />There were consignment sales to visit and bargains to be bought! (The swing where Cole naps now as I type)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWu5Oqg5bBzvO9yWLx91wbBBKHWPUoquS_Ji8eCsCeuho-g6isuhiXB0Up4gRJSpL-DFyfgLM2Z61PrClsIx1gLs90ihVp3V4mnjLF0UB7JUNFMGBB0-E9sUuiQuhvRWhxKUB/s1600-h/coles+swing+and+grammys.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWu5Oqg5bBzvO9yWLx91wbBBKHWPUoquS_Ji8eCsCeuho-g6isuhiXB0Up4gRJSpL-DFyfgLM2Z61PrClsIx1gLs90ihVp3V4mnjLF0UB7JUNFMGBB0-E9sUuiQuhvRWhxKUB/s400/coles+swing+and+grammys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424773709257450754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My belly grew and grew<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qdOTIzUR5eBlA9NpbxRTTrLe4kQaXcbM6M6qxrWbr1aGDstL9jQQesjIXQc-sRvZ_rFyNnOU80PTmjSlMIAzi8qgByu6s8omwAeiku_-COXUokJOg3U9u2F4Ye6CKHdSTE-5/s1600-h/30+wks+march+28b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qdOTIzUR5eBlA9NpbxRTTrLe4kQaXcbM6M6qxrWbr1aGDstL9jQQesjIXQc-sRvZ_rFyNnOU80PTmjSlMIAzi8qgByu6s8omwAeiku_-COXUokJOg3U9u2F4Ye6CKHdSTE-5/s400/30+wks+march+28b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424773976029496802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And our sweet great nephew turned 1, Tanner<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDUY6Pp52jemKNIM7poA3zhbcezaCelwvLaa-oPo0_msgD8Jfe-4-u-u7nC2GZy6Ga3IYsaZBp6t8Ik3gA1TTOAttB87RWqfNzt9FVNqttEKd4fIeyzM_rMiCSSg9u6Z0EyXC/s1600-h/tanner+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDUY6Pp52jemKNIM7poA3zhbcezaCelwvLaa-oPo0_msgD8Jfe-4-u-u7nC2GZy6Ga3IYsaZBp6t8Ik3gA1TTOAttB87RWqfNzt9FVNqttEKd4fIeyzM_rMiCSSg9u6Z0EyXC/s400/tanner+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774644276374402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">April</span></span> brought .. "modified" bed rest - YUCK!<br /><br />I don't have a picture to accurately display the boredom that became my life on and off during April. My blood pressure went up, my body swelled like a balloon and I spent a ton of time in bed. In theory, time in bed sounds fun huh? When you're stuck there and told to stay put...not so great!<br /><br /><br />The person who really enjoyed my bed rest, Gizmo. He spent 2 months in heaven saying "this is the life people". He was so confused when we came home from the hospital with another person and bed rest came to an immediate end. Matter of fact we didn't see much of the bed for awhile.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhju48WZLOtAbAG9SOG5FlQLsHvjrCTTlKrnU4Ign7zsPnJbZWwLTh21-NmS-bhGI7o-bpJpBuwBQ8a3bkCwOpmwGDwGcRdPCzsOa6y6BwDQGbaLdGeuRdAU0f0hFhGpxljZ1Am/s1600-h/lazy+gizmo+march+28b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhju48WZLOtAbAG9SOG5FlQLsHvjrCTTlKrnU4Ign7zsPnJbZWwLTh21-NmS-bhGI7o-bpJpBuwBQ8a3bkCwOpmwGDwGcRdPCzsOa6y6BwDQGbaLdGeuRdAU0f0hFhGpxljZ1Am/s400/lazy+gizmo+march+28b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425098850709002786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There was also our first baby shower by Andy's work family<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkCvuY87IFCMTsAI6sJaISgqwrVFCIHuR7S8El_uw6kIkEHj9s-WNxv7Xpi3DF_KGc7-kQbY9puj-xWh0IH7ikeh4C8KFxJSHcVtfmldqjmZkWv-BQxc7ugAvV0bW1H_Shxi6/s1600-h/gifts+larken+ugaoutfit+back.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkCvuY87IFCMTsAI6sJaISgqwrVFCIHuR7S8El_uw6kIkEHj9s-WNxv7Xpi3DF_KGc7-kQbY9puj-xWh0IH7ikeh4C8KFxJSHcVtfmldqjmZkWv-BQxc7ugAvV0bW1H_Shxi6/s400/gifts+larken+ugaoutfit+back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424771738173911378" border="0" /></a><br />We had farmer day at preschool-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJh02hB63GYyAeHBzEN8v6vhOPVzBXxmDlZGjW9CKSKirioSy4vBoDdWASXcNv7J68VI5NIm4hyphenhyphenBkL9OHjo9UuOlHIUN-QZczPoXTeT3IkEPtQJmt82S540GAoWa08_aqVNWao/s1600-h/farmer+tanner.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJh02hB63GYyAeHBzEN8v6vhOPVzBXxmDlZGjW9CKSKirioSy4vBoDdWASXcNv7J68VI5NIm4hyphenhyphenBkL9OHjo9UuOlHIUN-QZczPoXTeT3IkEPtQJmt82S540GAoWa08_aqVNWao/s400/farmer+tanner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424772502834280738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I finished the curtains I made for Cole's room, with help from Momma since I was stuck in bed a ton of the time.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZaOcwf5P8zaT9vzqjKNrWynSNi6zzouNiYjA1KnIpeaOuI_0cC0ndaMG4vBhop2d5o_084UfOqrzcOSsC1nunb1caeeNO7oh_k_A9Xv3cAzBDdL-v-WuskGeUKEw1j0P0wA2/s1600-h/coles+room+curtains.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZaOcwf5P8zaT9vzqjKNrWynSNi6zzouNiYjA1KnIpeaOuI_0cC0ndaMG4vBhop2d5o_084UfOqrzcOSsC1nunb1caeeNO7oh_k_A9Xv3cAzBDdL-v-WuskGeUKEw1j0P0wA2/s400/coles+room+curtains.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424772250706422498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Easter came<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE9tRcQPvzzYqtoLcK0xviv7fYhUvqIbuYFHcx8eqJN3ng7nX70E1A3NGy8a4JEywLGyNn4kg-bO9V6yMUG8cNlhciiLgwlCrvVV4HAjDykugvF2VnLWRb5TrWhGk80TUIXQa/s1600-h/easter+us1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE9tRcQPvzzYqtoLcK0xviv7fYhUvqIbuYFHcx8eqJN3ng7nX70E1A3NGy8a4JEywLGyNn4kg-bO9V6yMUG8cNlhciiLgwlCrvVV4HAjDykugvF2VnLWRb5TrWhGk80TUIXQa/s400/easter+us1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424772999547939426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">May</span></span> arrived ...and so did Cole!!<br /><br />In May my belly got huge, but turned out our little Cole wasn't as huge as I thought.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWueIA6FGo73AmK7csEsWoqGFIl219521jJO7vaui_DvefjCslzOhgzbrlwzJW4hyphenhyphen7q0zof0TifpN0VPXGDiVFZK8Ga2p9yz8JitBXNhhh6yivWBP6lrFN8gupoBW9CHdwASER/s1600-h/baby+belly2+may11+36andhalf+wks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWueIA6FGo73AmK7csEsWoqGFIl219521jJO7vaui_DvefjCslzOhgzbrlwzJW4hyphenhyphen7q0zof0TifpN0VPXGDiVFZK8Ga2p9yz8JitBXNhhh6yivWBP6lrFN8gupoBW9CHdwASER/s400/baby+belly2+may11+36andhalf+wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765266646217794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sweetie hubby bought me a wonderful Mother's Day present. I'd loved my old "Beastie" Durango very much, a favorite vehicle for me. (That's saying a lot if you know me ;) So he arrived home with this surprise!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zp_N7IMVZm7pwn_4qngESJ35QEQwiS7w5WhV78-oK4cgGnMRa5Y6b1S62Y4MEebr7FQm6ndKgnso9AA9CCmOE_qNMDdzHwx-s3tlSqfhvFVIpYvz8lvKk5eASsD6mjXdLJRN/s1600-h/may9+happy+early+mothers+day+to+me2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zp_N7IMVZm7pwn_4qngESJ35QEQwiS7w5WhV78-oK4cgGnMRa5Y6b1S62Y4MEebr7FQm6ndKgnso9AA9CCmOE_qNMDdzHwx-s3tlSqfhvFVIpYvz8lvKk5eASsD6mjXdLJRN/s400/may9+happy+early+mothers+day+to+me2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765499563133074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The kids at school and the Mommies had a baby shower for me. It was so much fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthyARJO5eJ2bSguVjb9biC_MbdczDBKBYqYH6fUAyYg0QJkNf9kIZFeoodci7CV14USf4THc8lVf2S67bpOwIqsuDe00WiCEeyHiEcbFflvnbbrzzWHKMEyW-mfG3F0vN0T5l/s1600-h/school+shower+my+belly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthyARJO5eJ2bSguVjb9biC_MbdczDBKBYqYH6fUAyYg0QJkNf9kIZFeoodci7CV14USf4THc8lVf2S67bpOwIqsuDe00WiCEeyHiEcbFflvnbbrzzWHKMEyW-mfG3F0vN0T5l/s400/school+shower+my+belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424765739008686514" border="0" /></a><br />My teacher friends had a shower for me!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDU6QMsVl4mXG87XA9rZDdNQs9THPWGSuT6TI_Y4atuipyY6FTDwZ7vxT5u95JXR1_FOqAq_jqfD61YntP8X6xecl2n0I0ezcOF3TkBw5PsK5-zZWXQuTPJZdb0jHPuB7zThd/s1600-h/the+loot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDU6QMsVl4mXG87XA9rZDdNQs9THPWGSuT6TI_Y4atuipyY6FTDwZ7vxT5u95JXR1_FOqAq_jqfD61YntP8X6xecl2n0I0ezcOF3TkBw5PsK5-zZWXQuTPJZdb0jHPuB7zThd/s400/the+loot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424766391726154994" border="0" /></a></div><br />My friends had a shower for me and some of my "babies" from Pre-K years pass came!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tydVbOSCaELCvpXVx_mhHz17JbvzwroEoYEsryZE8hTcgJdVWwIsAgGDc-tZLi7Vsx64NBEwbYfqP0WPc5SFnQHzT1YBsCnOTakYCg-oecfgwIkGMnQz4Xtjn4zqbk_8CLTb/s1600-h/me+girlies.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tydVbOSCaELCvpXVx_mhHz17JbvzwroEoYEsryZE8hTcgJdVWwIsAgGDc-tZLi7Vsx64NBEwbYfqP0WPc5SFnQHzT1YBsCnOTakYCg-oecfgwIkGMnQz4Xtjn4zqbk_8CLTb/s400/me+girlies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424767042496960930" border="0" /></a><br />The weather warmed up and much time was spent sitting beside Mom & Dad's new pool. There are NO pictures of my huge self out there beside the pool, but believe me it was a 'whale' of a sight! (Though it wasn't for months later that I finally got to get in it!)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiAs9Kfk3HfhR4cGzvwUq9eX9BsMnpGl7OexNzIuXZrGnIoI2e3VRv2SdBoBafQl5paV1DIxcRngvp8ElwY2F5qlR049j8sdNg3oSJDCmJx61eBA72jq_1TQ0d9oAieVYaS5P/s1600-h/may9+pool.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiAs9Kfk3HfhR4cGzvwUq9eX9BsMnpGl7OexNzIuXZrGnIoI2e3VRv2SdBoBafQl5paV1DIxcRngvp8ElwY2F5qlR049j8sdNg3oSJDCmJx61eBA72jq_1TQ0d9oAieVYaS5P/s400/may9+pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424767842627397282" border="0" /></a><br />The school year came to an end and we said goodbye to our muchkins. There were 2 weeks at home resting and wondering when our little man would arrive.<br /><br />On a Friday, not any different from previous ones, our lives were about to change. What became an afternoon of running by Babies R Us (where we were actually buying something pink for the little sweetheart we thought we were going to adopt when she arrived in the fall) and a routine doctor visit, turned into much more. Next thing we know we are seeing baby Cole on a sonogram, being sent to the hospital for observation which turned into being admitted by the time we arrived. We checked in, made phone calls, panicked because suitcases weren't yet totally packed and then realized this roll of "ready or not" and "you thought you had plans - ha" roll of parenthood was arriving even before we thought!<br /><br />On the Saturday evening, May 30th @ 6:45 PM....<br />Our little Raymond Cole Tanner made his appearance into the world!!<br /><br />We fell in love even more and became parents!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6ZMu884lWggxrm2EwO9SRqNW4hZQWUUPiAiYeveMtaTd0_qAyQNd2PuKNiBp8RbFatcxA8LPCnhpz7B1Zmg3vmQD893ULGKO-UXz23ueOtNUkUtIEBzRwqiTV3DXlmUShp_Y/s1600-h/HPIM0456.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6ZMu884lWggxrm2EwO9SRqNW4hZQWUUPiAiYeveMtaTd0_qAyQNd2PuKNiBp8RbFatcxA8LPCnhpz7B1Zmg3vmQD893ULGKO-UXz23ueOtNUkUtIEBzRwqiTV3DXlmUShp_Y/s400/HPIM0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424768621842573618" border="0" /></a>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-74175376838257467972010-01-07T19:35:00.038-05:002010-01-07T21:29:44.726-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">2009 - A year in review - Part 2<br /></div><br />I saw on my friend <a href="http://sincerelyanna.wordpress.com/">Anna's blog</a> that she was doing a bog carnival, 2009 a year in review. Although I'm not participating in the carnival, you can go <a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/2010/01/you-capture-year-in-review.html">here</a> to see everyone else's link to their year in review. I thought it would be fun to look back .... Wow, it's overwhelming now that I've started. What a year..... it seems like a dream!! Since it's already way pass when I'd planned to be in bed... I'm giving you part 2, the second half of 2009. By the time we arrive to June, our precious little Cole has arrived and we are leaping into parenthood with full force! Leave it to me to blog in reverse order! Enjoy.....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In June</span></span> we began getting use to the idea of being parents. The much awaited dream & prayer, now a reality. It's much different in life than in theory! It was a month that was gone in the blink of an eye, it's all a blur and I have to concentrate on what happened. I blame that on lack of sleep!! That first month was hard, I wont lie. It was a dream, it was fantastic, it was all I'd ever imagined and we couldn't have been happier!!!!!!! I'm just stating the facts that the first month of getting to know each other and getting use to life with a newborn comes with challenges. I'm sure for Cole getting use to life on the outside was no picnic, he has been a wonderful baby though. We are so very blessed, in ways we couldn't begin to count!!<br /><br />Cole came home from the hospital, in preemie clothes that were bought by his cousin Aimee. He was truly a boy with a closet FULL of clothes....and not a thing to wear!! He was so much smaller than we'd have ever imagined!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi395ojtsZGpO8gbffsqPbHDA2nHcAB0z3Guuo8Eq0uPE7iTiLwkTLzrsNf31bsRB4G2IqHkPBshHUpBzHqdyBRccH_WRObDcQTbqa4Lb-IpyVikweKHfVgUwdM194XUsvZrZdW/s1600-h/going+home+were+outta+here.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi395ojtsZGpO8gbffsqPbHDA2nHcAB0z3Guuo8Eq0uPE7iTiLwkTLzrsNf31bsRB4G2IqHkPBshHUpBzHqdyBRccH_WRObDcQTbqa4Lb-IpyVikweKHfVgUwdM194XUsvZrZdW/s400/going+home+were+outta+here.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424186218526622322" border="0" /></a><br />At a week old he had his first photo session and what was his last photo session with that first little tooth! He was born with a tooth, you knew that...right?! Not 5 pounds and yet a tooth, we'd never heard of such. Bless his heart, he had to have it pulled. It was very wiggly and could be knocked out and swallowed with a bottle very easily. I can't stand going to the dentist and he was much braver than me, who was huddled in a corner close to passing out!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmdXlUqClPrkgAgGjCDrxm7ymEABAHB0v62aegelkHvcr2SstjWQgU0OsdYRVOP8ASUKz_PtpiS2ItTzAOf09odreV1n2Y2uTagRV0stJFqn-bq_0FfMGBw2F3GjduvFnO7j-/s1600-h/tooth2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmdXlUqClPrkgAgGjCDrxm7ymEABAHB0v62aegelkHvcr2SstjWQgU0OsdYRVOP8ASUKz_PtpiS2ItTzAOf09odreV1n2Y2uTagRV0stJFqn-bq_0FfMGBw2F3GjduvFnO7j-/s400/tooth2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424184737174190402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cole met so many awesome people that have waited on him a long time and love him very much, including (but not limited too) his cousin Layla and his Great Great Aunt Reene!! Our house was full daily of people coming to meet the little one, it was a precious time with family and friends. I value that time and those first meetings and cherish them in my heart always. You only have that "first meeting" once, ya know?!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohwXXwosm1yua4TBEkgp2Iq6EGtQ9khnU_uL_Su_dQz0h7eToE9ynuXqAeAUgtbussX18Ia7Bc9LFwt3YXzLllQyv78QRbO7TkckEGdgXYAhupxnwfLWIffDWtQSgkdOdgf8N/s1600-h/wk+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohwXXwosm1yua4TBEkgp2Iq6EGtQ9khnU_uL_Su_dQz0h7eToE9ynuXqAeAUgtbussX18Ia7Bc9LFwt3YXzLllQyv78QRbO7TkckEGdgXYAhupxnwfLWIffDWtQSgkdOdgf8N/s400/wk+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424184102918628674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had a ton of firsts, including (but not limited to) a first bath! It was a nightmare.....for ALL involved, no one enjoyed that for sure!!!! (This picture is the epitome of what we all felt and I'm so thankful that tonight, at 7 months old, Cole loves bath time and sits in there splashing, laughing and playing the entire time!!)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwsu-kbExxdRMhtUm3vb1wa_1pTLeVrkrVmV3rFOrCSLbKntvGl6SuKSmJ7ss8WHPmN_kyni_zqT6hhTdJ0TiuiNIKMEgfsTLuXhY2k5CCdn5-3iPBHXhb1hXrXtL2yeWtqaC/s1600-h/first+bathcloser.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwsu-kbExxdRMhtUm3vb1wa_1pTLeVrkrVmV3rFOrCSLbKntvGl6SuKSmJ7ss8WHPmN_kyni_zqT6hhTdJ0TiuiNIKMEgfsTLuXhY2k5CCdn5-3iPBHXhb1hXrXtL2yeWtqaC/s400/first+bathcloser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424181667856182770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We took a LOT of pictures....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKBwd0KuPM8KTGEZXCnatc5Ef6l5ZHjplI2GVlE94OJfBM6hl3v0XQKynnKJz8LSULWCGvim0olsX_AcaJxhSgu-3JS2rifjbO32kKPKqyUelz0dxl7nXd3SFFNVj8wkMS-9O/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKBwd0KuPM8KTGEZXCnatc5Ef6l5ZHjplI2GVlE94OJfBM6hl3v0XQKynnKJz8LSULWCGvim0olsX_AcaJxhSgu-3JS2rifjbO32kKPKqyUelz0dxl7nXd3SFFNVj8wkMS-9O/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424180494210850722" border="0" /></a><br />and we hung out at Granny & Grumpy's pool!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbsr7_KDkSJo9gMWtyjb8UsHIwy7OV1CE6bwWIPygk3bXtsLjgXHpTpMb4hRQS0CFRyM90QkjCKod1HFjRhSIimQ8Zs2xQ3ym-XkGukRPZjcZD9S-y0toqIyohSgFs82drkf7/s1600-h/sat+shades4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbsr7_KDkSJo9gMWtyjb8UsHIwy7OV1CE6bwWIPygk3bXtsLjgXHpTpMb4hRQS0CFRyM90QkjCKod1HFjRhSIimQ8Zs2xQ3ym-XkGukRPZjcZD9S-y0toqIyohSgFs82drkf7/s400/sat+shades4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424179489039180610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">In July</span></span> we celebrated the 4th ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWAsmCSYQTSUmCL3IxLElMiVbTAastWDCc7-4UxdS08mQRExA7P5WN-TWObNYGadOjVlObs434iqKyPBMK82ihIMP7tyZMafiv1zedSPCuvlDGNMfPdHosqnW3sfx1OWBckwq/s1600-h/4th+with+daddy+aa.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWAsmCSYQTSUmCL3IxLElMiVbTAastWDCc7-4UxdS08mQRExA7P5WN-TWObNYGadOjVlObs434iqKyPBMK82ihIMP7tyZMafiv1zedSPCuvlDGNMfPdHosqnW3sfx1OWBckwq/s400/4th+with+daddy+aa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424178970301977426" border="0" /></a><br />We left the world of swaddling behind....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GubAPGI2f4P5suCF88DU7cg88-3md81eUFTLkF2_pfiv800kDLrYJp0s2eN2q4_cH0jEu6FN7Nubhyphenhyphen9ZXWN9OB29-5X3qCp3SX1ScuSwyfpxh2bEfy3TKKLIeHD98hkgVYcS/s1600-h/swaddled+and+swinging.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GubAPGI2f4P5suCF88DU7cg88-3md81eUFTLkF2_pfiv800kDLrYJp0s2eN2q4_cH0jEu6FN7Nubhyphenhyphen9ZXWN9OB29-5X3qCp3SX1ScuSwyfpxh2bEfy3TKKLIeHD98hkgVYcS/s400/swaddled+and+swinging.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424178300769256514" border="0" /></a><br />And became a free bird.<br />(Because he never stayed swaddled, his arms always ended up like this anyway!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_v-iWvcetrXfx4Zskmvh8coSdiWsB32a5xHWcD49_gIqjnKYfUUfcmJQ-Y8Zh6R1HMo7ugg6sRFWi_TGhMqyNsyOqTGzfENEh6jgT5Qzq1agPzuv3ULDuVIwLfztX6vJykYRj/s1600-h/spread+eagle+a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_v-iWvcetrXfx4Zskmvh8coSdiWsB32a5xHWcD49_gIqjnKYfUUfcmJQ-Y8Zh6R1HMo7ugg6sRFWi_TGhMqyNsyOqTGzfENEh6jgT5Qzq1agPzuv3ULDuVIwLfztX6vJykYRj/s400/spread+eagle+a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424178498548274226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We spent time with Great Grandmother.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZXn4Gof50t7qPNHabfpwda9ghndJaZY10IWsgao2F90cBdht_C1k6rGCwUQbZgMXUKUb6z4AOTVVM2O_zs1NRIF8Ms3cpFiKLdqlg8iMwazNYT4HfiIdcu2y4Gn25uScgzwP/s1600-h/greatgrandmother+me+cole.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZXn4Gof50t7qPNHabfpwda9ghndJaZY10IWsgao2F90cBdht_C1k6rGCwUQbZgMXUKUb6z4AOTVVM2O_zs1NRIF8Ms3cpFiKLdqlg8iMwazNYT4HfiIdcu2y4Gn25uScgzwP/s400/greatgrandmother+me+cole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424177843110654002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In August</span></span> we practiced sitting in the Bumbo seat, a great great invention!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7Kgo1GBPde0u33pHcKAmrfLvs2Sya-uj5NXtdT58xF33Nq-V1cXRR1AlmoMzmmrd-nUN1YUvFYpPtscj0tN06LTuGgYXiqlCer-K-4WJhtNVQCTQhpksVXuHs9GDX4fxDvu9/s1600-h/bumbo+1st+time+aug6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7Kgo1GBPde0u33pHcKAmrfLvs2Sya-uj5NXtdT58xF33Nq-V1cXRR1AlmoMzmmrd-nUN1YUvFYpPtscj0tN06LTuGgYXiqlCer-K-4WJhtNVQCTQhpksVXuHs9GDX4fxDvu9/s400/bumbo+1st+time+aug6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424173268917340370" border="0" /></a><br />We took our first trip to the beach with Granny & Grumpy!<br /><br /><br />Where we spent time hanging out & Cole spent time admiring ceiling fans and sleeping in all our favorite places to eat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq74SchpB0sslEHLfUs1xWbrn4pY4Nau2DfIYclvzAD0vvLgEtp69XLp27O59dsB1qoOYkpY3ohPe6C7ETE3bT0uOqo4L9PG0InjhzaIT36KSIJUicqaI1HxxruM_E9v84kng/s1600-h/grannygrumpymecole.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq74SchpB0sslEHLfUs1xWbrn4pY4Nau2DfIYclvzAD0vvLgEtp69XLp27O59dsB1qoOYkpY3ohPe6C7ETE3bT0uOqo4L9PG0InjhzaIT36KSIJUicqaI1HxxruM_E9v84kng/s400/grannygrumpymecole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424175497012770114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There were LOTS of naps.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif913CznIV704rOi1UfOhQdVnegqDgYxh5WqZoBMkyoerMZ0DpsAFtc788_37o8VbE6mN6vF-3zwZ8ei_uZ_w6ksiq6KgWoHy8AFN-bH8Kgo1tBrMdqU4XleDuMPF4kG-MNAAK/s1600-h/nap+time.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif913CznIV704rOi1UfOhQdVnegqDgYxh5WqZoBMkyoerMZ0DpsAFtc788_37o8VbE6mN6vF-3zwZ8ei_uZ_w6ksiq6KgWoHy8AFN-bH8Kgo1tBrMdqU4XleDuMPF4kG-MNAAK/s400/nap+time.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176191940371218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mommy enjoyed some much deserved and needed time with a book in the sun.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2sZ3EAJxuPYBmZTg1Fxk-lE9Fa2w6A6WbUZ3OvCcYp0fjSWh5OYXCSd_REyxsZSU6NO63XWOL37ohDO5BLUIxPOK3RXJUPGjmL6HLV6s4whvPsgWOTNKSTZSA64UdV_84jFn/s1600-h/beach+feet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2sZ3EAJxuPYBmZTg1Fxk-lE9Fa2w6A6WbUZ3OvCcYp0fjSWh5OYXCSd_REyxsZSU6NO63XWOL37ohDO5BLUIxPOK3RXJUPGjmL6HLV6s4whvPsgWOTNKSTZSA64UdV_84jFn/s400/beach+feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424176357603516514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And playing with the sweet baby boy too!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkBrsF1swZiJcxll3mF0-wu0nMZhz-0TaiCkt-2WkfMz4CnVXdOvagN8L1SczeR0odYm4xd6qe710RxV2DSS8DD5RbXYN0xQqLAxddcwMs6mmh047ij_HGTDZkbCVYGTdhCO8/s1600-h/mommycoled.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkBrsF1swZiJcxll3mF0-wu0nMZhz-0TaiCkt-2WkfMz4CnVXdOvagN8L1SczeR0odYm4xd6qe710RxV2DSS8DD5RbXYN0xQqLAxddcwMs6mmh047ij_HGTDZkbCVYGTdhCO8/s400/mommycoled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424175804308099506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back at home,<br />We acted silly....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtigjAkT4zsTvkV6_vHQ_1PwyQy3U_iSMrGJ0j7wOBVSOCHFJ5GYu9axZM7B2P9Gx-fxneOwtDxXONGVZt8YYmOdCMvKOpoCZUc1CrZuXHsymEsWVNvj7p3eTqsSs5yXJBXUeA/s1600-h/l.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtigjAkT4zsTvkV6_vHQ_1PwyQy3U_iSMrGJ0j7wOBVSOCHFJ5GYu9axZM7B2P9Gx-fxneOwtDxXONGVZt8YYmOdCMvKOpoCZUc1CrZuXHsymEsWVNvj7p3eTqsSs5yXJBXUeA/s400/l.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424174561900377666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And we pitched some fits too...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHzmF9jr-zFddy4HeTlGMtOulYyC-xjWG9rJjWNLuImdp-Ubbk3EAyFpfE_t2UO5tbBwDQrgt2s0uJ_i3Gi9V7JKxsaqJMS-6Ph10yWUnY4vQLIwHgEw2mytE9BJoF7QAc68D/s1600-h/temper.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHzmF9jr-zFddy4HeTlGMtOulYyC-xjWG9rJjWNLuImdp-Ubbk3EAyFpfE_t2UO5tbBwDQrgt2s0uJ_i3Gi9V7JKxsaqJMS-6Ph10yWUnY4vQLIwHgEw2mytE9BJoF7QAc68D/s400/temper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424174799896124482" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy finally decided it was time to take Cole to church and leave him in the nursery while we rejoined the world of Sunday School again. It was such a comfort to see the smiling faces of Ms. Cooper & Ms. Hollingsworth who have been in the nursery all MY life.. I'd have never been able to leave him in there otherwise! Thank heavens for church family!! Plus, we LOVE our Sunday School class and having Glenn for a teacher, who was my youth minister for awhile.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlYmuZUWkbmvniQYnW2FiU6gux_FNeYbdhKEu1Uhi_6b-f5XMQ3rG_b5P_EDw-0bextnv0SHi4AaUy-gtYPONELqBUxcTZFR1Yo53DnLlsaNBnFXmzVDwuTv9exhmaFE-ZRTX/s1600-h/ready+for+church+a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlYmuZUWkbmvniQYnW2FiU6gux_FNeYbdhKEu1Uhi_6b-f5XMQ3rG_b5P_EDw-0bextnv0SHi4AaUy-gtYPONELqBUxcTZFR1Yo53DnLlsaNBnFXmzVDwuTv9exhmaFE-ZRTX/s400/ready+for+church+a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424173470781581698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And we spent some lazy days hanging out before Mommy went back to preschool.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEges4UteaL5c4dijBDjn4FerJ0QnJLx_4LSfNT7SQG_iCeMxwsXYLwb79HtMETYIlJblmRxSAfg42g04GjDFytRcn0xJ5UvlJrR_MMueIXobTW0jJm3y_NcYKz4ZlxdX5zaIg2g/s1600-h/o.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEges4UteaL5c4dijBDjn4FerJ0QnJLx_4LSfNT7SQG_iCeMxwsXYLwb79HtMETYIlJblmRxSAfg42g04GjDFytRcn0xJ5UvlJrR_MMueIXobTW0jJm3y_NcYKz4ZlxdX5zaIg2g/s400/o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424175095407191346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">In September </span></span>we took our annual trip to the Smokey Mountains, Gatlinburg & Pigeon Forge!! It was Cole's first trip and the absolute best way I can think of to have spent my 35th birthday!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtL915oIE1b3KjsjuLzAMqlgOJfG0HCASTvPncdP_PFr__pJE7X-u6U0bxfEb6DUacXgNeu-pUkZx64Rbaqau649ENj2WQsqSNDIBL-FpHezeDUlUCruOPRBBjl7T46IhjS3X/s1600-h/stroller+boy+and+mommy+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtL915oIE1b3KjsjuLzAMqlgOJfG0HCASTvPncdP_PFr__pJE7X-u6U0bxfEb6DUacXgNeu-pUkZx64Rbaqau649ENj2WQsqSNDIBL-FpHezeDUlUCruOPRBBjl7T46IhjS3X/s400/stroller+boy+and+mommy+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424172758265126514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />While floods destroyed so many lives around us, we were thankful for the safety of our own home and the shelter it provided. Although we had very minor water in our basement and had to replace carpet downstairs, it was nothing compared to the total devastation just miles from our house. Our Austell neighbors lost so much! We were thankful to be together, dry and spend a few days "stuck" at home together! (The roads were so flooded you couldn't get out to go anywhere, in any direction!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnnCmnymC3Ou4SxBDYrKU-YBgkTLyiKjvhh_ivqkyC59pX1yFz6R_sP3QRMPErfFRy1u16fA0B409NOqCF1VNrN5O8Nrqjr9YghvMSAdvM0THWHu7bDQRUQasWA2n5g0exfgj/s1600-h/flood+days+us+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnnCmnymC3Ou4SxBDYrKU-YBgkTLyiKjvhh_ivqkyC59pX1yFz6R_sP3QRMPErfFRy1u16fA0B409NOqCF1VNrN5O8Nrqjr9YghvMSAdvM0THWHu7bDQRUQasWA2n5g0exfgj/s400/flood+days+us+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424172231457662306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We watched Sesame Street & ate on our giraffe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmo2dWcwmlMRJhAejbOtZ1DBSzTCWdlq7uq_YDBG7_rKRKRYIlgcVfKQms5zZRURJH5kE2hyphenhyphenJTDau0PkMkm8TS1OQKk0rV7a9NI1V9eXr9AmTYE0Au-S_ht_TaE7LetJYn9ypg/s1600-h/with+mr+giraffe2+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmo2dWcwmlMRJhAejbOtZ1DBSzTCWdlq7uq_YDBG7_rKRKRYIlgcVfKQms5zZRURJH5kE2hyphenhyphenJTDau0PkMkm8TS1OQKk0rV7a9NI1V9eXr9AmTYE0Au-S_ht_TaE7LetJYn9ypg/s400/with+mr+giraffe2+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424171703923398578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In October</span></span> we took Cole to the fair for the first time, one of my favorite things to do in the fall!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nlP9kX7ZGKFcRXlpIl-4JJgO5xpaO4X2M90rXjEFDHOb0vnXODChVHDbhbd46ifOBhZwiQrk7qeq_oD2ZYiEw32VBv9WwL7FI96MKbGfjC0PDCI52rydXBo6opHmxlzt_l17/s1600-h/fair+us.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nlP9kX7ZGKFcRXlpIl-4JJgO5xpaO4X2M90rXjEFDHOb0vnXODChVHDbhbd46ifOBhZwiQrk7qeq_oD2ZYiEw32VBv9WwL7FI96MKbGfjC0PDCI52rydXBo6opHmxlzt_l17/s400/fair+us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424168676221057746" border="0" /></a><br />We bought Cole his jumpy entertainer, which was one of the top 5 purchases we've made!! (With all those links Andy said it looked like baby jail)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxH6snO7qsFBb5slAJ1Q0QotQQDgVUSLowESCU_kY4zxv1EjIe6B24O15Qb-uh6ZCWoHw51RqiOBdhuUTaczJ9TusjvS-YJXM93tFbUQZ_smGhpcvpkXL1ZdfgzSvODkEXDvgZ/s1600-h/hanging+out+e.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxH6snO7qsFBb5slAJ1Q0QotQQDgVUSLowESCU_kY4zxv1EjIe6B24O15Qb-uh6ZCWoHw51RqiOBdhuUTaczJ9TusjvS-YJXM93tFbUQZ_smGhpcvpkXL1ZdfgzSvODkEXDvgZ/s400/hanging+out+e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424168964852248754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I tortured Cole by dressing him up to take pictures, his Daddy claims no responsibility and apologized profusely!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4N2o9_mvK0lrILQvx_0GdM22fc5sUbkh5hkD58u_f3H75CZ87umnA36QXpo-n-8QHCHFNZKV-YPHnUuuBew7svGCAq2sOWNBB7v5l6_a6gtflNzR9WmCCVkS7Wk5Ph9mUhJXf/s1600-h/pooh+where+is+cole+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4N2o9_mvK0lrILQvx_0GdM22fc5sUbkh5hkD58u_f3H75CZ87umnA36QXpo-n-8QHCHFNZKV-YPHnUuuBew7svGCAq2sOWNBB7v5l6_a6gtflNzR9WmCCVkS7Wk5Ph9mUhJXf/s400/pooh+where+is+cole+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424169518635823778" border="0" /></a><br />And we headed out to take Cole on his first trip to Disney World, which led into November....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkiBKFeCnCmSWfU5mW73T57uKCddCxQsWFLVyhpWj_aISp4iH5QwJLUuRPM3ftX3mDQ_CuIQsvWLeFqgz-2Pf_s2nT3wRxE8vXRUO5Zt6RozLl5bhVp5eBLdaMVdWLdgo4XUUo/s1600-h/lilo+sleepingcole.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkiBKFeCnCmSWfU5mW73T57uKCddCxQsWFLVyhpWj_aISp4iH5QwJLUuRPM3ftX3mDQ_CuIQsvWLeFqgz-2Pf_s2nT3wRxE8vXRUO5Zt6RozLl5bhVp5eBLdaMVdWLdgo4XUUo/s400/lilo+sleepingcole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424170692475550242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In November</span></span> what better thing was there to be thankful for than our own silly turkey! By then Cole was almost 6 months old and absolutely cracking us up with his personality coming out so much!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuRprPgUfHUro8o8F4KXTcHdRyDSC83RQ1WV75fxPJBRuH1i9gnWr5opOMS9gKE6yS3GJ6GAqVX4fIJGBVwM2HX9C0vf4SCD8d3hLwzlirZP587dmBjQrxtyn1ufozip5nZYC/s1600-h/turkey+cole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuRprPgUfHUro8o8F4KXTcHdRyDSC83RQ1WV75fxPJBRuH1i9gnWr5opOMS9gKE6yS3GJ6GAqVX4fIJGBVwM2HX9C0vf4SCD8d3hLwzlirZP587dmBjQrxtyn1ufozip5nZYC/s400/turkey+cole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424164608734610802" border="0" /></a><br />We got together after church one Sunday with the Tanner gang and took a picture of Mimi and Pappy (one of Andy's brother & sis in law) with all their Grand babies, plus Cole!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZc0O_aqiWbJwCQuSmM7s6DBpm7aavPYjWhxSxy7GKTMvqvmdXqfjwD1y_6y72guOChhkhLoJkplXJXMg1HbAcvdEC81MU4c8YHgaRFiFsnCUvGQX-z-fHL5_pg2k20JvKun-0/s1600-h/mimipappyandkids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZc0O_aqiWbJwCQuSmM7s6DBpm7aavPYjWhxSxy7GKTMvqvmdXqfjwD1y_6y72guOChhkhLoJkplXJXMg1HbAcvdEC81MU4c8YHgaRFiFsnCUvGQX-z-fHL5_pg2k20JvKun-0/s400/mimipappyandkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424163945945223266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We spent one Saturday morning in the leaves in the front yard!! With the beautiful fall colors and this cutie pie ... well, it was a perfect combination if I do say so myself!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyecWYIBZIiFKfQ1L3YBLBuRqTL0sIm8qb6MANKQ51jSqln68Qpp552ul-3VNh2mnUT6FNUPFDIxRjQweCV4DZuHevIrKpfHniNi45ep0XycsHCfBW3gOkJmNqi7WmT1tZMqvO/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyecWYIBZIiFKfQ1L3YBLBuRqTL0sIm8qb6MANKQ51jSqln68Qpp552ul-3VNh2mnUT6FNUPFDIxRjQweCV4DZuHevIrKpfHniNi45ep0XycsHCfBW3gOkJmNqi7WmT1tZMqvO/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424163698187404466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtkZGucXy94XXxdOqiV1i25h54qOwMnEtEFqR9aezVIlT1STdJbb-9t22KtnkRgvZ-2AVhM84TRZWwcu0XWluyLigkZOASd12DOOmSb88TR3C2XBu14ctYfHJMKg9QTGt0HC4/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtkZGucXy94XXxdOqiV1i25h54qOwMnEtEFqR9aezVIlT1STdJbb-9t22KtnkRgvZ-2AVhM84TRZWwcu0XWluyLigkZOASd12DOOmSb88TR3C2XBu14ctYfHJMKg9QTGt0HC4/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424163367768562978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">December</span></span> and Cole's first Christmas was wonderful, full of fantastic memories. There was Cole meeting Santa for the first time at the mall, he loved the big guy!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAUxea9K2PVIikEcwHRABpIqPTXUS4Pf4axZUKQa1kxVtPF74e8LHvEYNjNqJ_F6KND9_RCLGT5YtBi9V0zb-5XJ9BD78FF6HRW6TObAjWXY5aiuY9OTadG4-WuCXcL0Tprvz/s1600-h/santa+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAUxea9K2PVIikEcwHRABpIqPTXUS4Pf4axZUKQa1kxVtPF74e8LHvEYNjNqJ_F6KND9_RCLGT5YtBi9V0zb-5XJ9BD78FF6HRW6TObAjWXY5aiuY9OTadG4-WuCXcL0Tprvz/s400/santa+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424165328017990354" border="0" /></a><br />There's Cole meeting Santa for the 2nd time at Uncle Mike & Aunt Faye's church. He was amazed with Santa's beard that time!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14G8sY2rJTwyjB0HM1233AP-eMenuzuFIBjQvmGsQn8S_55RZYds46PeeiuFdNHcNy5dBHkVX45R2AYKI-6Plxy9J4xXyAhZLYJZKwSn5EgBlC5ytjmeAq0MHOsOoAgAJBitW/s1600-h/cole+santa+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14G8sY2rJTwyjB0HM1233AP-eMenuzuFIBjQvmGsQn8S_55RZYds46PeeiuFdNHcNy5dBHkVX45R2AYKI-6Plxy9J4xXyAhZLYJZKwSn5EgBlC5ytjmeAq0MHOsOoAgAJBitW/s400/cole+santa+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424164936976919858" border="0" /></a>Though not a fantastic picture, it's the my very first homemade (in Sunday School anyway) ornament of Cole's on the tree and that is something special folks!! Yes, his look is WILD~ I have waited on my own little one's ornament to add to our tree for 10 long years and this one is worth it, his little wild look and all!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdTl1L2K-17rOSOIPKWcy9GzCL0hnamzDlhLcUfF9js8DyOJGMTXH95N9bKolfA6JK9xIx_pm9j16nTzIP7ICo7qMWZfFZAVghXbggJo_888LdJkT-IqP4nT3wj2GDnL0kIwD/s1600-h/coles+ornament.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdTl1L2K-17rOSOIPKWcy9GzCL0hnamzDlhLcUfF9js8DyOJGMTXH95N9bKolfA6JK9xIx_pm9j16nTzIP7ICo7qMWZfFZAVghXbggJo_888LdJkT-IqP4nT3wj2GDnL0kIwD/s400/coles+ornament.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424166376214160674" border="0" /></a><br />I saw this pose on a friend's hubby's website a few years ago, I knew SOMEDAY I'd take this same shot of my own munchkin! I found the jammies on clearance last year (or year before now I guess) and was able to pull them out for embroidering a few months ago. Andy helped baby wrangle while I got this shot in front of our tree. *sigh* I love it!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY64bTCZ13J8zc2ryU_0cVlpR9G6JmPs4aRCQlK0NaKAK_APhbtrDThx_x8S-c7NllDeiVuPSy2kKsvC6ovGjU9Nf4Wp4AK6D8qY8gJKaNrvnas1HOo4UorggswILpsruhot-z/s1600-h/c+butt+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY64bTCZ13J8zc2ryU_0cVlpR9G6JmPs4aRCQlK0NaKAK_APhbtrDThx_x8S-c7NllDeiVuPSy2kKsvC6ovGjU9Nf4Wp4AK6D8qY8gJKaNrvnas1HOo4UorggswILpsruhot-z/s400/c+butt+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424162562583059602" border="0" /></a><br />Loving our newest Tanner addition, our newest great nephew, little baby Jack!! He is precious!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwslGNdt-Mz4EEnonV2CYd2Ybc1KzCfMSQH7mDJDFKCJXsUe4n32lt3oDHhIwLzg8H0ulEz8Pq4YAmX6GtgjJseu50gnlFIzZ0Y2U5pcqVlcBXxxPVwrUXEhozF0GHh08yGHPl/s1600-h/jack2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwslGNdt-Mz4EEnonV2CYd2Ybc1KzCfMSQH7mDJDFKCJXsUe4n32lt3oDHhIwLzg8H0ulEz8Pq4YAmX6GtgjJseu50gnlFIzZ0Y2U5pcqVlcBXxxPVwrUXEhozF0GHh08yGHPl/s400/jack2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424171025247751442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And finally, the last one. Finally being able to see the wonder through the eyes of our little Cole on Christmas morning, he could not believe that Elmo was right there in his house...talking to him, singing and moving all around. He LOVES Elmo Live!! I think his face says it all huh?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-l7wnken-sdQpAjklXiCWLgcZdRv8c5__pFnso4KBNxaZrQxn4KC0VWvVoiV-NCpcve6GPaow3DdhxhLHgR4y3hqTEeP6bf3Btw_4F0oveAfURWSbdNLlNrU2vijh3qPRdt1/s1600-h/cole+elmo8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-l7wnken-sdQpAjklXiCWLgcZdRv8c5__pFnso4KBNxaZrQxn4KC0VWvVoiV-NCpcve6GPaow3DdhxhLHgR4y3hqTEeP6bf3Btw_4F0oveAfURWSbdNLlNrU2vijh3qPRdt1/s400/cole+elmo8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424167054217715122" border="0" /></a>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-86668994373486943142009-12-04T20:08:00.017-05:002009-12-11T09:20:05.411-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">6 months old<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_NC5UTYa1ZemJXU8WZGvDXcEFhu9WoXH8X18aW_8m55EabHOrIAWBboHVyounR7Rx8G_o9VdpNx1861RXPUuWy6tDx6uncWFNFeDaa18fIWTRQMeAkuy3Mnjs549C2gB9cBd3/s1600-h/spikey1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_NC5UTYa1ZemJXU8WZGvDXcEFhu9WoXH8X18aW_8m55EabHOrIAWBboHVyounR7Rx8G_o9VdpNx1861RXPUuWy6tDx6uncWFNFeDaa18fIWTRQMeAkuy3Mnjs549C2gB9cBd3/s400/spikey1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413978555829467698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Who can believe that Cole turned 6 months old last Monday?! (I started this blog weeks ago now and just had to fix that to "last" Monday, good intentions and all that) In so</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">me w</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ays it seems like ages ago that we brought the tiny bundle home and had no clue what to do with him. In other ways I c</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">an't remember a time before he was part of our lives. He grows and changes week to week in ways I can't believe. He</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">re are some random things about our 6 month old.<br /><br />Cole weighs 18 lbs and 4 oz - a far cry from his 4 lbs and 14oz when we brought him home!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Cole's daily menu looks something like this:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">7:15 (on the dot) he gets an 8 oz bottle</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">8:30-9:00ish - his baby bowl full of cereal (different kinds) and a container of fruit (different kinds) mixed in<br />10:00ish - 8oz bottle</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">12ish - a container of fruit & a container of veggies (he doesn't always eat all the veggies)<br />1:00ish - 8oz bottle</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">4:00ish - 8oz bottle<br />6:00ish - container of frui</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">t & about half a jar of a baby food "meal" (tonight it was turkey & rice) he doesn't love it yet, so only eats about half</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">7:00ish - 8oz bottle<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OdvCgjbTBVSA3vch8G78LkTHj14NMTaGJviwedNWguYWDRbvrfny4IOkUrjO1Ump0G3xCLV1R1JPl9StYzQ7ZK3wwYz6ttbhOdf9_w_GitGdPH0QHjK83uHJbbNUMJmOg8mq/s1600-h/yummy+carrots.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/AVvXsEh4OdvCgjbTBVSA3vch8G78LkTHj14NMTaGJviwedNWguYWDRbvrfny4IOkUrjO1Ump0G3xCLV1R1JPl9StYzQ7ZK3wwYz6ttbhOdf9_w_GitGdPH0QHjK83uHJbbNUMJmOg8mq/s320/yummy+carrots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412644086114240322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Cole's favorite foods are bananas and sweet taters. He loves all fruit OTHER than peac</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hes, he will not eat those! He refu</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ses to swallow them, ever. Not a bite. I love peaches, so I will keep trying. He doesn't like green beans, but you can sneak a bite down him here and there. Carrots & peas he will eat, as long as he gets a fruit bite in between. Squash he likes pretty well and sweet taters he loves, loves, loves. He loves apple flavored cereal best, he isn't fond of oatmeal at all. We went to the stage 2 foods this week and he</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> is loving the fruit mix choices. There were so many!<br /><br />He has 2 naps usually. We </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">did well with the first nap being about </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">an hour and the second being 2 hours for quite awhile a few weeks ago. Then someh</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ow over Thanksgiving he decided he wouldn't take long naps any longer, ever. He's been taki</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ng only 2 naps that are about 45 minutes each and that's making him super tired and in bed a little earlier. He's a very good sleeper and typically sleeps from 7-7:15, regardless..... </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I said typically note. There are nights that he wakes up, usually b/c he's flipped on his tummy and it scares him, either late night or early morning. He usually goes back to sleep with a snack 2oz bottle though. (I know we sho</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">uldn't get him back to sleep with a bottle, but it works and who can argue with that?!) That happens very rarely now though.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Cole's favorite toys are his giraffe, thank you to a student's family from last year. You can get them at</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Baby Gap or online and he loves it t</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">o pieces. They're pricey $19.99, but worth it. He has been able to hold it o</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">n his own since he was very little b/c it's light, a soft rubber material that obviously feels good </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">on his gums b/c he knaws on it to death!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />He is currently loving rattles now that </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">he shakes the devil out of them. A big favorite are links and we have them everywhere in our house. Every room, chair, nook & cranny, all bags (including my purse) have links in them. He loves his taggie blanket (so glad Layla & Tanner didn't like it and it was passed on to him) and plays with it a ton. Then again, he likes most of his colorful spit clothes too....but he loves tags on anything. If he finds a </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">tag on a stuffed animal, he will chew and suck on it until it's drippy wet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">He loves bowls, his little plastic bowls he eats out of are tons of fun. He likes any toy tha</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">t "crinkles", that's his favorite noise I think. We recently bought some of those mesh bag feeders where he can chew on "big people" food, ice chips, fruit, frozen fruit, cookies, whatever... through the bag. He goes back and forth between loving it and having no interest. (as I type he's gnawing on it with ice chips and loving it) We've also started giving him those messy "biter biscuit" cookies in the mesh chewie and just earlier today, on it's own.</span> (OK, no more on his own b/c he choked on it and took a few years off my life earlier this week!)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8IryEh8SaTCWlphtuzk_mHnQzQPpYRWP9-C1bfTqt_zraYxDNVeMnO9j7y5yqaLaiyy8Ze_nGw9xLmyJHUMkRph6d6OZKlDCMK-lDRa1F3omohyphenhyphenIuRsNlnbxnDf_3DnW8ac-Y/s1600-h/real+food+chewie+honeydew.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/AVvXsEg8IryEh8SaTCWlphtuzk_mHnQzQPpYRWP9-C1bfTqt_zraYxDNVeMnO9j7y5yqaLaiyy8Ze_nGw9xLmyJHUMkRph6d6OZKlDCMK-lDRa1F3omohyphenhyphenIuRsNlnbxnDf_3DnW8ac-Y/s320/real+food+chewie+honeydew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645015487544626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">He loves being in his entertainers. He love</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">s, loves the giant jumpy Baby Einstein one that we bought him. We debated on the big ole contraption that jumps and are so glad we chose it. It's big and bulky, you can't really move it from room to room. But....one of his favorite thing is jumping (you'll know if you hold him) so this was perfect!! He also loves the exersaucer we borrowed from Macy Kate. It's light and e</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">asy to move from room to room. It typically "lives" in the bathroom where he stays when I am getting ready in the mornings, I think b/c he's not in it very much it stays new to him. I highly recommend everyone with a little guy or gall, borrow one from a friend to have in the bathroom or kitchen as something new and different to do.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Since Cole was little he's enjoyed "kicky" time. That's what we say when he lays down on a blanket in the middle of the floor. He likes to "kicky kicky kick" and boy does he. He's always liked his back best, much to his doctors dismay. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">. Now that he's a rolly polly baby though, he doesn't stay in one place long! He rolls from one end of the living room to the other in minutes. He is playing with the Wii, eating Christmas presents and getting too close to comfort for Gizmo. (W</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ho wants to be close and watch him, but ha</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">s no desire to be grabbe</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">d and nibbled on) He can scoot super fast on his back, like an inch worm. He can't figure creeping or crawling out for anything though. He lays on his tummy and kicks - arms straight out by his side - face into the ground - looking very much like a fish out of water. Both his Daddy & Grumpy has suggested he might be a fantastic swimmer.<br /><br />Cole rolling away- he can get away so fast by rolling.....<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkkLXW9AfuwngOPzUge2FZRY9a8_AuRm2o7jeyit6BTAA6XowDAGxAHaVzSfmBAc5qeh25Va_pgmdVxjrYCdJYf8vEsgYDYwDdehB9zhJTkstcHFbQ_GC4S2pk57nZhuR7ITd/s1600-h/rolling+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkkLXW9AfuwngOPzUge2FZRY9a8_AuRm2o7jeyit6BTAA6XowDAGxAHaVzSfmBAc5qeh25Va_pgmdVxjrYCdJYf8vEsgYDYwDdehB9zhJTkstcHFbQ_GC4S2pk57nZhuR7ITd/s200/rolling+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413721731783745346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cole likes his bed and will play there with a toy if I need to run throw clothes in the was</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">her or dryer. He lays there in the morning talking to himself and rolling around for about 15 minutes before I go get him. It's fun to watch him on the video monitor. (one of the BEST baby products we own) He has been sleeping there since he was 2 months old and it couldn't have been easier or a better choice.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Cole had outgrown the swing we had, so it's now retired to the basement - soon to be stored at my parents house. He is loving the one we bought for his Grandparents house though. They never used it (he's rare</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ly put down there, imagine that) so we brought it home. He likes to spend a few minutes watching cartoons in it or taking one of his naps there. He's always liked to swing, since he was just 1 week</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">s old.<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Ye_ENLHFpcSm6iK1Y92ZMybqM7W9oQMsN2CRtiajlAV3cdr5V8ZourLk-MkzGiy5unHhtHCkTXm81FArLm3wFjZIS8r0TE6cIFsv_RB6WX4zFxbpYsfDkk5oHhLapjrA3XSY/s1600-h/sleepy+cole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Ye_ENLHFpcSm6iK1Y92ZMybqM7W9oQMsN2CRtiajlAV3cdr5V8ZourLk-MkzGiy5unHhtHCkTXm81FArLm3wFjZIS8r0TE6cIFsv_RB6WX4zFxbpYsfDkk5oHhLapjrA3XSY/s320/sleepy+cole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412575802642284146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WzWfGn6NNSvyC1PIitsznOIj6AWLiFefKAqCFMuE8SFa8F5g_ikBL_9D6oS28TdF0lfKQUmJNTB7KhdYO3iSf-YfnnLG4oVjj6QI_n4t-8UXP69FGpLd5sJ1ikS1zUsOviB1/s1600-h/wed+just+a+swinging.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WzWfGn6NNSvyC1PIitsznOIj6AWLiFefKAqCFMuE8SFa8F5g_ikBL_9D6oS28TdF0lfKQUmJNTB7KhdYO3iSf-YfnnLG4oVjj6QI_n4t-8UXP69FGpLd5sJ1ikS1zUsOviB1/s320/wed+just+a+swinging.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412636965692420738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cole loves lights! He loves ceiling </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">lights, lamps, Christmas tree lights and Disney World (and the mall) fascinate him! He loves music and anything on TV with music catches his eye. Ce</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">iling fans are amazing to him, he notices them everywhere we go. If they aren't on, he looks at us with a "are they broke?" look on his face. He is crazy friendly and doesn't meet a stranger. One our mall outing to see Santa a few weeks ago the</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> boy schmoozed women left and right. Younger women, older women, didn't matter to him. He laughs, smiles, bats those eyelashes and coos like crazy!!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">He's a talker and makes noises from the second he wakes up, until he's out for the night. He grunts, growls, coos, ba</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">bbles, squeals like crazy and we keep thinking (5 times now) that he has said "Hey".... seriously? Could that be his first word or does it just sound like that? I'm thinking he is going to be quite the little talker, I don't know WHERE he would get that from??!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Cole absolutely loves Sesame Street. We've been watching for quite awhile. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't sit still and watch from beginning to end. It is his favorite thing on TV though an</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">d we have about 30 episodes on DVR that we watch over and over and over. NO ONE was more thrilled they started their new season in November than me!! I forgot how much I loved the show and how very educational it is, I've become a huge PBS fan..but that's another blog. Cole's favorite by far is Elmo. The voice, the red, the eyes...loves him! A</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">nd when we play with Elmo Live in the store....oh my stars! Christmas is coming.... Other things he will stop from time to time to watch are "Super Why", "Dinosaur Train", "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" and "Praise Baby" or "Baby Einstein" DVDs... Oh and "Price is Right" with his Granny!<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br />This picture was in September, but it shows him totally involved in Sesame Street!!<br />He doesn't fit in his little Bumbo anymore, he throws himself wildly out of it.<br /></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfOn-eBVxHrC3f8RmU2dFIF5po-X56Bdw3D473hcjXrX1kgZ35XKWXJOVYX2p1OGPXPPELGRP5JMVXm5KY1fZIrZgRbjMIrWs6vVM7z_Ve8sHHf-6Erj6aKqIV3wMaaQumTfZ/s1600-h/watching+ss2.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/AVvXsEilfOn-eBVxHrC3f8RmU2dFIF5po-X56Bdw3D473hcjXrX1kgZ35XKWXJOVYX2p1OGPXPPELGRP5JMVXm5KY1fZIrZgRbjMIrWs6vVM7z_Ve8sHHf-6Erj6aKqIV3wMaaQumTfZ/s320/watching+ss2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412554114489855058" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Cole's favorite color is red, it really holds his attention. He wants to go all the time and </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">will go to anyone that is standing up! He loves outside, trees are so very interesting. He likes to ride in his stroller now that he sits like a big boy, just be sure you keep moving. He likes to be read too and sits with big eyes listening. He loves doggies and likes to watch Gizmo & Millie to see what they are up too. He likes bath time now and is beginning to really splash in the tub!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">He's now grabbing anything and everything within reach. He latches onto anyone's glasses with a death grip. He will grab for your neck and leaves wounds, he's all boy. He will put your finger in his mouth to test out his new tooth if you aren't careful. Yeah and he has a tooth now! We say a "first tooth", but since he was born with one....I guess that's not technically accurate. His Daddy tells him that</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> he can keep this </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">one for a little while. Thankfully so far, teething hasn't been a huge issue. He chomps on things more and more, pulls his ears a little more, but generally speaking it hasn't been too bad.</span><br /><br />(you're suppose to see his tooth inside the little heart, may be hard to see here)<br /></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybZ6F9H_b_zDc2V6KtvYnD6EbcMLo9hfSF96eMSQ0JZAlROWivKQ7hnfpoOIxibn1i_I-fDd6rLYJeKQvbn6T4v79dxLsCnEaycYHVE5rAXaGLLddBz0TnAE4qr7hRmwNxSBa/s1600-h/cole+tree2+toothy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybZ6F9H_b_zDc2V6KtvYnD6EbcMLo9hfSF96eMSQ0JZAlROWivKQ7hnfpoOIxibn1i_I-fDd6rLYJeKQvbn6T4v79dxLsCnEaycYHVE5rAXaGLLddBz0TnAE4qr7hRmwNxSBa/s400/cole+tree2+toothy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412553203667993058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So there you have it. We sit in marvel daily at how much he's changed from the itty bitty baby we brought home in June. We hold our grea nephew, baby Jack, and are certain "Cole was never this small". (though Cole was 2 lbs smaller) It's crazy to think about, a miracle every day! God has blessed us with loaning us HIS precious gift, we are grateful and blessed!!<br /><br />2 weeks & 6 mths<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictar6Jpy6FG3rQQOWKjDt2brd5wPbO6XjbdxatWobKY97iIJ5qjmReBX5iHJXr4LM-mDJjekqHK4kPmmRIj6_f1zlYrBFiUyQ022pt4DRfj0gjGf4jCYO_0OxEqQLur0D9hIc/s1600-h/6+mths+with+monkey.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictar6Jpy6FG3rQQOWKjDt2brd5wPbO6XjbdxatWobKY97iIJ5qjmReBX5iHJXr4LM-mDJjekqHK4kPmmRIj6_f1zlYrBFiUyQ022pt4DRfj0gjGf4jCYO_0OxEqQLur0D9hIc/s320/6+mths+with+monkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411827345106118578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVW0v9NzwFOEx9JAJRs1TAOF1Q1JKfbX1iipJZb3pDpNXu8Ky7nfm22O9s6Kyo9OQZ3gLAId0fT61wXjqz2nLF8avmNkt1bwleqOEtMQQ9TFVOE8OF-0gXnXMWoBmNvXAhtPU/s1600-h/sun+baby+monkey.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVW0v9NzwFOEx9JAJRs1TAOF1Q1JKfbX1iipJZb3pDpNXu8Ky7nfm22O9s6Kyo9OQZ3gLAId0fT61wXjqz2nLF8avmNkt1bwleqOEtMQQ9TFVOE8OF-0gXnXMWoBmNvXAhtPU/s320/sun+baby+monkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411826704269626386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There are always more pics than you can stand to look at on Facebook, check them out!<br /><br /></span><br /></div></div>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-64861989020745811562009-11-28T19:58:00.011-05:002009-11-28T20:49:02.330-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">Disney Day 4<br />EPCOT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOfiG3OqNhCRO_y6U3o2SLzH0YS4AAoxVglPXA9rMFlhcpEpny08DoBo4dUydRTGxxTvYugCubs0yUxOOR05B_cDnYfSlwCGh6N9isplgBQKtPnIp2mfMTprvPh8lu4FCEOP1/s1600/waiting+on+epcot+to+open.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOfiG3OqNhCRO_y6U3o2SLzH0YS4AAoxVglPXA9rMFlhcpEpny08DoBo4dUydRTGxxTvYugCubs0yUxOOR05B_cDnYfSlwCGh6N9isplgBQKtPnIp2mfMTprvPh8lu4FCEOP1/s400/waiting+on+epcot+to+open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409329163880024514" border="0" /></a></div><br />We decided for a first on the Tanner Disney trip and we made it to EPCOT before it opened, matter of fact about 45 minutes before it opened. We sat outside on a bench wondering why the other people were in standing in like, needing to be first? When they opened the turnstile we were able to get inside and then wait for the official "rope cutting" by the characters near the water fountain. It wasn't a big deal at all. What was neat, was that there were no lines in the character connection. Cole had slept the entire time we were waiting to get in, so we were anxious to see what kind of mood he would be in when we woke him up for something so different.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXrhdfIIAS9DOmYnaCPj8Qdg150vLb2g9ERFvhNn4o3ex1wFPNJnz6iVzaq7-WGVm5Z6IDPeLpK5FO2XWSExVx9rR7-LY74Lmh_S5xzqRjNMfP8QqL_wqTiFqYDWi9CUqUfwH/s1600/mickey+meeting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXrhdfIIAS9DOmYnaCPj8Qdg150vLb2g9ERFvhNn4o3ex1wFPNJnz6iVzaq7-WGVm5Z6IDPeLpK5FO2XWSExVx9rR7-LY74Lmh_S5xzqRjNMfP8QqL_wqTiFqYDWi9CUqUfwH/s400/mickey+meeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409330056190790210" border="0" /></a><br />We decided to head straight to meet the characters and see what Cole would think. We only waited behind about 4 people and it took only a few minutes. I had waited a long time for my own little one to meet them and was so very excited. Would he laugh? Would he cry? Would he care??<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2UFJsX5ZWZdYGVghwenfZJvNCiUqlgoSS5wv2oyF90Fg6YmIcMvpDhWTjdKjiqkyqhHPPaaUGYUx4oq7nnNEYRj9WxZDvSrjCcZR9KoCwUzo4oq3y0VdOmR1uprg6BcifjMF/s1600/mickey2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2UFJsX5ZWZdYGVghwenfZJvNCiUqlgoSS5wv2oyF90Fg6YmIcMvpDhWTjdKjiqkyqhHPPaaUGYUx4oq7nnNEYRj9WxZDvSrjCcZR9KoCwUzo4oq3y0VdOmR1uprg6BcifjMF/s400/mickey2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409332525584303010" border="0" /></a><br />It turned out he loved them! First up was the big guy himself, Mickey Mouse. Cole was a little shy at first and just starred and starred. He smiled and reached out for him after a minute.<br /><br />The second one was Minnie and Cole absolutely loved her. He reached for her nose and tried to give her a kiss. (Ok, more like he was probably trying to take a bite out of her nose...but what's that minor detail worth?)<br /><br />Donald was our least favorite and took up the least amount of time being interactive. We looked back at the pictures and all the other characters were so involved in playing with Cole and the pictures were of them hugging us or something. Donald was all about, here I am and it was kind of strange.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx17_nKp9CXpgVCGZpcMss9aDk8goRWs3OFfCH9OhfqzgxazbJBBE1TcqxvfM07yzlCl3DjIqmdvw49p-acMLSxAKS5QKxGqZI15LaSHIpLRQEMSHVWr3rjjWYZR5hGU58opKV/s1600/donald+4.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/AVvXsEgx17_nKp9CXpgVCGZpcMss9aDk8goRWs3OFfCH9OhfqzgxazbJBBE1TcqxvfM07yzlCl3DjIqmdvw49p-acMLSxAKS5QKxGqZI15LaSHIpLRQEMSHVWr3rjjWYZR5hGU58opKV/s320/donald+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409333202647926850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Pluto was fun and Cole loved the big ole doggie. It reminded him of his Millie & Gizmo at home.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbikPbqGPnhtXRQDq9KWlQCEVrm6CjLiDNkWIWNVkmfOteB_p52RvZAWcAKiQflLZHuTeBYLlHex0DPXG-xT-k2bXwj-9BGSReZDnObrfwiAuvdY0xe7zK_KIhpcMVLRhEra-I/s1600/pluto+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbikPbqGPnhtXRQDq9KWlQCEVrm6CjLiDNkWIWNVkmfOteB_p52RvZAWcAKiQflLZHuTeBYLlHex0DPXG-xT-k2bXwj-9BGSReZDnObrfwiAuvdY0xe7zK_KIhpcMVLRhEra-I/s400/pluto+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409332815824551346" border="0" /></a><br />Goofy was last and played Peek a Boo as we walked up, it was so fun. Cole really liked him. As we walked off when we were done Cole kept looking back over our shoulder for them.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignbTuHmK9dboAO89cRaHg7MHZmT1LjLcW76vE8Si2zCSCWZXk0aNDSYpIY2xO5qH3HAB6Avf6XJXSj-eLLbvGNvhbFBCuWJCTQI1b6h5TFi1oBUTwqffD3RIR1rJ5NvOmK3Vf/s1600/goofy2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignbTuHmK9dboAO89cRaHg7MHZmT1LjLcW76vE8Si2zCSCWZXk0aNDSYpIY2xO5qH3HAB6Avf6XJXSj-eLLbvGNvhbFBCuWJCTQI1b6h5TFi1oBUTwqffD3RIR1rJ5NvOmK3Vf/s320/goofy2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409333456549445810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We gave Cole a bottle and Daddy went to get fast passes for Soarin'. Then it was time for riding the Imagination ride and seeing Figment. He is one of my all time favorite characters and rides. I was one of the people who had a fit in 1999 when we went on our honeymoon and saw they tried for a brief moment to take Figment out of the Imagination ride, what were they thinking?! Thankfully, they fixed that pretty quickly. There have been periods on and off where you could meet him and I loved that. Currently though, he's not out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYBCSA9s_47FRzYfOe9yXrolEUa0szGG8fKZ6zCD_tLGcPELrnE_SuIsT7CVCy38d8VBUotR44DWbyc8WXuNDLoW25O2TBPal9QKzz1casbl1Gy9f5gnb6y4NhM5EawsDR0ud/s1600/goofy4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYBCSA9s_47FRzYfOe9yXrolEUa0szGG8fKZ6zCD_tLGcPELrnE_SuIsT7CVCy38d8VBUotR44DWbyc8WXuNDLoW25O2TBPal9QKzz1casbl1Gy9f5gnb6y4NhM5EawsDR0ud/s320/goofy4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409333701523363362" border="0" /></a><br />Then we went to the Land where we rode the boat ride. (My friends girls call it the vegetable ride, so funny and I like that) It's also my Dad's favorite, Andy & Dad rode it one year over and over while Mom & I did other stuff one year. Anyway.... Cole found it....relaxing...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuI9Y8cQA-pIcS2VoyKo-98jCMczmihLrD-KWIu69YoIrsPOkGpY79bu7efjN90HuIl1ukCvreQlSvKhZKNtI3QNlyRkrh8rUN_DO8CrYFgDQRl5e6rJZLRyCvMAx9dL-RmLq/s1600/land+boat+ride+boys.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/AVvXsEjKuI9Y8cQA-pIcS2VoyKo-98jCMczmihLrD-KWIu69YoIrsPOkGpY79bu7efjN90HuIl1ukCvreQlSvKhZKNtI3QNlyRkrh8rUN_DO8CrYFgDQRl5e6rJZLRyCvMAx9dL-RmLq/s320/land+boat+ride+boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409335973852833602" border="0" /></a><br />Then Andy & I took turns on Soarin' and holding a sleeping Cole. We had lunch in there too. Soarin' is one of our favorite things in 'all the world' these days. Then we ventured over to let Daddy ride as a single rider on Test Track while Cole & I shopped a little.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy & Cole checking out the jumping water!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFLZkZmwjpyT3Br21qUIFi6xD8OJWID88SzHM3SkQAAulJOidJlXnaPwhP6-CGVBJyL4nEMrrY2BHaflztf8AhOXDpRX3LmNAt2JdneaaI1euEq2gykxcsm46lS-1Og7xUJTy/s1600/epcot+jumping+water.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/AVvXsEiSFLZkZmwjpyT3Br21qUIFi6xD8OJWID88SzHM3SkQAAulJOidJlXnaPwhP6-CGVBJyL4nEMrrY2BHaflztf8AhOXDpRX3LmNAt2JdneaaI1euEq2gykxcsm46lS-1Og7xUJTy/s320/epcot+jumping+water.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409335217255329026" border="0" /></a><br />After that we decided to call it a day and head back for a nap time.<br /><br />We had dinner reservations at Boma at the Animal Kingdom Lodge. It's a very neat place to visit, with the animals just outside the doors. It was dark early though and we didn't get to see them this time. They have night vision goggles, but we've never been able to see animals through them. While it's a neat resort, it isn't on my list of places I want to stay.<br /><br />Boma is very good though and we had a super awesome waiter. When I learned that my favorite, butternut squash soup, wasn't on the buffet that night ... I was sad and the waiter ended up coming back bringing us both a bowl. How sweet was that? I have tried every brand of butternut squash in the stores, ordered it several places and there is the only place I like it. It tastes like a piece of pumpkin pie, that's melted. It was so sweet this time I almost couldn't eat all of mine and couldn't touch Andy's. (Which had been my plan ;) Anyway, it was super sweet of our waiter. We were always a little nervous about trying it and it's "African theme cuisine", but there is a huge variety to choose from and it's very good. I do recommend it to people often.<br /><br />Cole ended up sleeping all the way there, through dinner and all the way back. Poor baby probably thought we'd never left.monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-58650981483316542862009-11-26T15:02:00.000-05:002009-11-26T15:02:59.833-05:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Happy Thanksgiving from the Tanner family!<br />Andy, Monica & our own little turkey - Cole<br />Granny & Grumpy Rakestraw too....</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyemH9Tk4LduyAxmRPT7Pw6P7KGUEnzEj83cBRz-K3POPmhoZZB7fiGYuOX5AoDAlZRs0xnQxZfMmA9xxYBvmGLXpLly4F0a5j04R3fDthASSDBZJbEjzhHy_YyjVVNrQ4J4rA/s1600/november.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyemH9Tk4LduyAxmRPT7Pw6P7KGUEnzEj83cBRz-K3POPmhoZZB7fiGYuOX5AoDAlZRs0xnQxZfMmA9xxYBvmGLXpLly4F0a5j04R3fDthASSDBZJbEjzhHy_YyjVVNrQ4J4rA/s400/november.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-42145643143564488922009-11-12T19:49:00.007-05:002009-11-28T19:58:07.658-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">Disney Day 3<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Swimming<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEIuANp7G7W4qGwB49U4QoHzpP_ngJGTfBzQfQFZxkuow83dPAlnDIVYF6YppC3gE02MDpuPQ9_ouR_ykzF-JZjLjQvym8zy3KzTBtbS8-S0HRotDqTSfnjdwhS_TkFytgEOQ/s1600/swimming+7+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEIuANp7G7W4qGwB49U4QoHzpP_ngJGTfBzQfQFZxkuow83dPAlnDIVYF6YppC3gE02MDpuPQ9_ouR_ykzF-JZjLjQvym8zy3KzTBtbS8-S0HRotDqTSfnjdwhS_TkFytgEOQ/s320/swimming+7+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409322587813994514" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Sunday was going to be our hottest day there, 90 degrees again. We couldn't wait to spend the day doing nothing and going swimming. It would be Cole's first time in the water other than dipping his toes this summer at my parents pool, he wasn't amused as a newborn.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi151F5Ipq1FJAde1Hb2vK8L3MQolfYW5zqZvUOuC_dCd_wg62Khc8W3AUKePMFZjiWq_6uaw0TzaeL5KvS-iaDtZP5en5Ofi3hNwZ6u8Vf-zcIQ8u7hBPIuhr56HhV8JoPQo0r/s1600/swimming+5+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi151F5Ipq1FJAde1Hb2vK8L3MQolfYW5zqZvUOuC_dCd_wg62Khc8W3AUKePMFZjiWq_6uaw0TzaeL5KvS-iaDtZP5en5Ofi3hNwZ6u8Vf-zcIQ8u7hBPIuhr56HhV8JoPQo0r/s320/swimming+5+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409322341345364162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(Shout out to the Howells. We'd planned to meet Jason, Jill and the kids for lunch. It takes so long to get Cole ready, load up and get somewhere...then return... We decided we'd just have to skip this time. I wanted it to be a nothing kind of day and getting ready to head out with a little one is anything less than an easy run out to lunch. We love yall and hope we can get together next time. I wanted Cole & Davis to meet each other.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We went to breakfast in our hats and play clothes, then came back for long naps and nothing-ness. Then we put on bathing suits and were off. We went to the big pool (the themed one) first for about two hours. Andy grabbed lunch from the quickie place and we ate at the picnic tables by the pool, it was perfect. We sat by and watched everyone while Cole slept. Then it was time to take him in the kiddie pool and it was so funny. He didn't know what to think. He splashed a little, watched everyone and tried to decide if he liked swimming or not. He had a little girlfriend who kept coming over to tickle him and he really liked her a lot. He loves other kids, he wants them to talk to him. If they don't talk and smile, he doesn't understand and looks so hurt. We saw that happen a few times, he'd watch kids and wait...then look at us like "why aren't they talking to ME?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokwNR9MkV1RRT-D66rBkBG5EU3S4Z1fm7YVjgEYPbOLN2mEXm7TPD_6h8abgoYfYfqYZe96PC_5TU7ia0-B3QmhlRZYcNt0txueAShW64EaAfH5_hktrV-0IMeNr2RG4svhOl/s1600/swimming+hat+boy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokwNR9MkV1RRT-D66rBkBG5EU3S4Z1fm7YVjgEYPbOLN2mEXm7TPD_6h8abgoYfYfqYZe96PC_5TU7ia0-B3QmhlRZYcNt0txueAShW64EaAfH5_hktrV-0IMeNr2RG4svhOl/s400/swimming+hat+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409322893809591074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After spending some time in the kiddie pool we went back to "our" pool in "our" section of Riverside. There are about 6 pools in the entire resort. "Ours" was right beside our room, we sat out there a few times every day and evening. We played in that pool too! Then it was nap time again for everyone!!<br /><br />We had reservations for Biergarten @ EPCOT that night, but decided to cancel those and eat right there at Riverside. We've eaten at Boat Wrights there in the past and really liked it!! It was one of our favorite meals this trip too, so much we went back and ate the exact same meal another night. Prime Rib for me and Voo Doo Chicken for Andy, we had pecan pie with ice cream for dessert- yummy~monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-64100755320299751602009-11-11T20:00:00.012-05:002009-11-11T21:20:40.949-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Disney Day 2</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Magic Kingdom, Hallo</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ween and O</span><span style="font-size:130%;">'hana<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXiKIAMH7OIjq1N45kSegYFKWYmhK9viuc2w34nUfKvA57za8tvZbC9bRbo5p4XE5IRKhET9V5TmVbz0FUny_AwMRBNrPgIRZUtEMQo0kAClb0o3NFaIigau756HFVCEhKXZ_/s1600-h/us+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXiKIAMH7OIjq1N45kSegYFKWYmhK9viuc2w34nUfKvA57za8tvZbC9bRbo5p4XE5IRKhET9V5TmVbz0FUny_AwMRBNrPgIRZUtEMQo0kAClb0o3NFaIigau756HFVCEhKXZ_/s200/us+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403034708448711474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br />We decided that we'd spend our first day at the Magic Kingdom, of course! We had bought matching shirts back in January on our trip, just days after finding out Cole was a boy. It was very exciting to put on our cheesy matching shirts, love it!!<br /><br />Cole was amazed from the get go with things to look out, a speedy tram and a monorail....all before we got in the park! We stopped at the ticket do hickey to get Andy's free 5 day hopper through the military appreciation and mine was $132 (would have been 99, but I added hopping....then we didn't hop....no biggie though) We could have got them at Shades or a base and saved on paying tax, but with buying just my ticket so cheap...we didn't bother.<br /><br />-you'll notice Cole is using my burp clothes that I made and blanket just for the trip, I'm such a geek...had his name and a mickey embroidered on one so we can keep it and know where we were his first halloween-<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONHX-fo3yB0TbD5LGeR9aX-kOjrSg3mGz4xq5JPT9mzziEk_5lX2OOeqNUXjsL1Fs7EreYFkINzTOyoEhjX5Yznjysx7ChfgCMyt5HDrJGKAADEWc3pXd9E6tF7qPY-7b6DEe/s1600-h/mk+small+world+mommy+cole.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONHX-fo3yB0TbD5LGeR9aX-kOjrSg3mGz4xq5JPT9mzziEk_5lX2OOeqNUXjsL1Fs7EreYFkINzTOyoEhjX5Yznjysx7ChfgCMyt5HDrJGKAADEWc3pXd9E6tF7qPY-7b6DEe/s200/mk+small+world+mommy+cole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403028770769461698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRM1pDE7WzyE4X0V47qETv-B5qqiiUbtq7BkJug-Jk6W_5R-o_aHZ7dF1NpyLPEsyiD0meiHdfZs1EOLMkZR6nNkFGYdcGVihXjmoJg8KGRe739yPzLX_KOBTZMlVwWVVTAHY/s1600-h/first+tram+ride+mk2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRM1pDE7WzyE4X0V47qETv-B5qqiiUbtq7BkJug-Jk6W_5R-o_aHZ7dF1NpyLPEsyiD0meiHdfZs1EOLMkZR6nNkFGYdcGVihXjmoJg8KGRe739yPzLX_KOBTZMlVwWVVTAHY/s320/first+tram+ride+mk2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403036068444448466" border="0" /></a><br />We arrived and walked down Main Street with our very own little boy.....amazing!! We had our picture made, imagine that and headed off towards Fantasy Land. We got fast passes for Peter Pan although the line wasn't too long. Then we headed towards Small World which we are pretty sure was Cole's favorite. He sat wide eyed and mouth open through the whole thing. His head was going back and forth, back and forth!! Then we gave him a bottle while watching the Small World boats go through. It was time for Peter Pan which he also seemed to enjoy, though it was dark so he wasn't as comfortable in there.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGzSHIrDZIGoaF6m2NRXjqy5U440V_fyXsa5Vt1ZEF40MJFj0DNHy169xtIE3zE7AKUVVa9Xr2Z01m9YJWFV5GBxGBiRrCR2R9C9rjcTKjcR4fsLuxWq7K3Dv_iBVgZRwKAT4/s1600-h/mk+sleepy+boy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGzSHIrDZIGoaF6m2NRXjqy5U440V_fyXsa5Vt1ZEF40MJFj0DNHy169xtIE3zE7AKUVVa9Xr2Z01m9YJWFV5GBxGBiRrCR2R9C9rjcTKjcR4fsLuxWq7K3Dv_iBVgZRwKAT4/s200/mk+sleepy+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029649569777874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">for the record...i stick my big toes up like this and Cole does too.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1G5-nZf4V7BRF_ddKDXowk7gm_H1E3cmtqts-ZCXeFyBEwuWETFRegsRPr4mFwkQngIG4BkZAet6Q4lF_9tpxeKgGivF8OwiH1YIqtR6XiokvOg7BCj9AExCL0BeN_GyCvI_/s1600-h/mk+sleepy+feet+closer1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1G5-nZf4V7BRF_ddKDXowk7gm_H1E3cmtqts-ZCXeFyBEwuWETFRegsRPr4mFwkQngIG4BkZAet6Q4lF_9tpxeKgGivF8OwiH1YIqtR6XiokvOg7BCj9AExCL0BeN_GyCvI_/s200/mk+sleepy+feet+closer1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403030126613510274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />We walked through Liberty Square and then to Adventure Land where we saw one of my all time favorites, The Country Bear Jamboree. I love, love that show!!! We both know the ent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPkmeE5SEjx_nK_oTgnh9xifVEoVrf8bq0Ago8wn_CTp-PX7H8D0L8XiDc2T6VYQMfE1alAgXOAYop6VNFFkHLyMqtHuDKwUrdR-KFR8_BXZIFY0XRboi3iNwwU6fi5zL5f6N/s1600-h/mk+tiki+room.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPkmeE5SEjx_nK_oTgnh9xifVEoVrf8bq0Ago8wn_CTp-PX7H8D0L8XiDc2T6VYQMfE1alAgXOAYop6VNFFkHLyMqtHuDKwUrdR-KFR8_BXZIFY0XRboi3iNwwU6fi5zL5f6N/s200/mk+tiki+room.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403028324803888290" border="0" /></a>ire thing pretty much by heart. Then we headed to the Tiki Room, but little man just couldn't hold his eyes open a minute longer. He slept right through. He slept in the stroller while his Momma and Daddy ate ice cream. (Dole Whip for Andy & then....well most of my Coke float for Andy too) Cole woke up and we went to Tomorrow Land and got on the People Mover (TTA, whatever they call it these days) It's always a favorite. They are working on refurbishing Space Mountain so it was all covered up in there. We thought Cole might have had enough for one day and decided to head back to rest.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cole and Mommy on the people mover<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDb4Cvyu1MWGo7Jy3VwFDVQr-wCqoHb42X-MN4jKJnZMig7Ks33gnZDvUtYAJ9YdYUm34zZOwainm-Ra2fTa3popURFyJ2JUcLxxmPM6GredWoWHt-az_LEbXfDcsVxIL4H4r/s1600-h/mk+people+mover+mommy+coleclose.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/AVvXsEgYDb4Cvyu1MWGo7Jy3VwFDVQr-wCqoHb42X-MN4jKJnZMig7Ks33gnZDvUtYAJ9YdYUm34zZOwainm-Ra2fTa3popURFyJ2JUcLxxmPM6GredWoWHt-az_LEbXfDcsVxIL4H4r/s320/mk+people+mover+mommy+coleclose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403026466143489730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After resting we had reservations at our all time favorite place in all "the world", O'hana at the Polynesian. Oh my stars! If you haven't eaten there, you MUST! They bring out all sorts of starters to share family style at your table. (Asian noodles, steamed veggies, BBQ chicken wings, the best salad ever (honey, lime dressing of some sort...could be my favorite part) and coconut bread..seems like I'm leaving something out)Then they come around to your table with meat on skewers right off the grill: pork, turkey, steak and then...grill shrimp. They are wonderful!! They brought us shrimp and more shrimp, finally giving a whole HUGE enormous skewer full to just us. It was crazy and yummy. Then for dessert they bring hot bread pudding with vanilla bean ice cream....banana foster caramel like sauce to pour over. Oh oh oh...it is so very yummy!!<br /><br />People that hear me talk about our Disney eating obsession...but my kids wont like it, wont sit still, whatever. It's Disney folks!! They are there for entertaining your kiddos, never fea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEU56OMHbhnkl8GsgMpG_zT6SW7BVRrimnJpcPoC48ZmzA6ku2vE-dl0EJAz2Ll7j_Fk6hP7eOhi8140CGkOv4ggBNT_-MO_p_mY1afI_rkxdwUyQdaF-IKiJc-fu1I-V-IshN/s1600-h/halloween+daddycole3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEU56OMHbhnkl8GsgMpG_zT6SW7BVRrimnJpcPoC48ZmzA6ku2vE-dl0EJAz2Ll7j_Fk6hP7eOhi8140CGkOv4ggBNT_-MO_p_mY1afI_rkxdwUyQdaF-IKiJc-fu1I-V-IshN/s400/halloween+daddycole3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403025155536480274" border="0" /></a>r!! While Mom & Dad are chowing down, there is entertainment at O'Hana. There is a lady who teaches hula and you get a lei, she sings a song and kids slow dance with their parents, there's a kid parade and limbo and then coconut racing. The kids hit a coconut with a broom around the restraunt. Your kids will not be bored! The room overlooks Bay Lake, the other resorts on the monorail line and there is the castle in the background. Can you go wrong?? I told one family about it who ate there at night as Wishes (fireworks program) started at the Magic Kingdom and there little boy was asked to turn off the lights in the restaurant for the show, they pipe in the music and everything!<br /><br />I had big plans of taking Cole somewhere for Halloween all dressed up. It was 90 degrees Halloween Day in Disney World...there was no way that he was wearing a fleece like Mickey outfit. People were dressed up all day though and we saw some fantastic costumes. People are So creative!! They were trick or treating at the resorts and everywhere else it seemed, pretty neat. We ended up going back and taking a few pictures of Toot dressed as Mickey and then pretty much called it a night.monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-52989308032245014162009-11-10T19:00:00.010-05:002009-11-10T19:53:44.613-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4Y4AzNJs6J69nIkTOQ2WZwF1dGXvMCOYZr-XiGN6LNyfhTXcJQOetjTlmN_q0bfTrQeHlTA66HfZ5qo8sYNrRbRU2zylGWQq3_U-PH6hJ1nxFFuRolB80il6OgrWYK2zCFby/s1600-h/us+downtown+disney+close+up.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4Y4AzNJs6J69nIkTOQ2WZwF1dGXvMCOYZr-XiGN6LNyfhTXcJQOetjTlmN_q0bfTrQeHlTA66HfZ5qo8sYNrRbRU2zylGWQq3_U-PH6hJ1nxFFuRolB80il6OgrWYK2zCFby/s400/us+downtown+disney+close+up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402635722455112146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cole's First Disney Trip</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Officially Day 1</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We arrive</span></div><br />I've dreamed for so long of taking our own little one to our favorite place on Earth, Walt Disney World. Finally last week, that dream came true! I had a lot of people say to me "He's too young, he wont remember it, what can you DO with a baby?" We've been going and doing for 10 years now and taking Cole was something we couldn't wait a day longer to do! So off we went....<br /><br />We decided to leave Thursday evening about 7:30 after a day of work for both of us. Andy gets up about 5AM and I knew he wouldn't be able to drive as far as we both wished. Still, we knew any further down the road we could go, would make life easier on Friday. Cole had his last bottle, was in his jammies and we were off.<br /><br />We made it to Valdosta around midnight and found a room at a Comfort Inn & Suites. I have to say it was one of the most comfortable beds ever. It had a feather topper and was queen size, the softest sheets. Ooo La La.... They didn't have cribs or pack n plays, so Daddy was lucky enough to spend the night in the bed with Wild Man! I hear it was quite the night of wild kicking and flinging himself around. When I woke up Andy was on the opposite side of the bed from where he started. Seems a little bitty guy takes up a big ton of room.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cole in Valdosta in his jammies<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZswb6keOrHHtTG98spDbZR6I6SkyOPp9-mWIxLBIGkML8l5yd_yAdoehcOTc7dzOl7qdymcZGLHdaaEmTYaZVMDEcsnYXfh1GbCFJX4P_aGr1GcjltW8VRwsKCG-82F7VfyvN/s1600-h/cole+in+valdosta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZswb6keOrHHtTG98spDbZR6I6SkyOPp9-mWIxLBIGkML8l5yd_yAdoehcOTc7dzOl7qdymcZGLHdaaEmTYaZVMDEcsnYXfh1GbCFJX4P_aGr1GcjltW8VRwsKCG-82F7VfyvN/s320/cole+in+valdosta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402640248294293810" border="0" /></a><br />We woke up about 7, had our free breakfast and were off again by about 8:30. Cole went back to sleep and woke up a few hours into our journey, we stopped at a Cracker Barrel to give him a bottle and change his diaper. (Just like our mountains trip that I didn't blog about) You can't beat a Cracker Barrell for their comfy rocking chairs and clean restrooms. We got a cheese & cracker plate, extra pickles and sweet teas to go. Cole had to have a little entertainment for about an hour so Mommy crawled between the seats and wedged herself between the mountain of stuff to entertain the doodle bug. Crawling through was quite the sight I'm sure....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DyNn07QRsVF_kCaopBYEU5TqXIOQ4HTeGCV5u9JAEnzSYfzggqIeaMG38a2J6pVK3F3GBMk0LzUgFdYJMdwN-RLTZfEJPnHV9BKQQk_UHEVeFbRoGzJFz6824Ye0PHJ_G0iN/s1600-h/cole+and+daddy+cracker+barrel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DyNn07QRsVF_kCaopBYEU5TqXIOQ4HTeGCV5u9JAEnzSYfzggqIeaMG38a2J6pVK3F3GBMk0LzUgFdYJMdwN-RLTZfEJPnHV9BKQQk_UHEVeFbRoGzJFz6824Ye0PHJ_G0iN/s320/cole+and+daddy+cracker+barrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402640608886679250" border="0" /></a><br />We arrived, checked in within a few minutes (people, pre-check in online for Disney...takes you one minute to grab your resort room keys while everyone else waits in line) and unpacked. Our room was fantastic. It was right beside the parking lot, a pool (there are a bunch at Port Orleans Riverside) and laundry area. (Which we used every other day!) Perfect, perfect location!! It was our second time there and it has become our favorite I think.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cole finds a "not so" hidden Mickey in our room!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASTzHb5-xCK7zOKlqW2WysWuf-Rq3Z19fWQLa-yv_s2RtZQ8F9wHiAP_tNFZAYGr-goOcbfqyVcmRwcajPUVa4X_KkGqXlNFtNqp9HMkQocF9zeLIg4M8-BNLInkI7OLVYC9P/s1600-h/cole+meets+disney.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASTzHb5-xCK7zOKlqW2WysWuf-Rq3Z19fWQLa-yv_s2RtZQ8F9wHiAP_tNFZAYGr-goOcbfqyVcmRwcajPUVa4X_KkGqXlNFtNqp9HMkQocF9zeLIg4M8-BNLInkI7OLVYC9P/s320/cole+meets+disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402641071436560066" border="0" /></a></div><br />----Side note here to say Riverside is awesome! Check out the January blog for pictures around the resort. It is located along the river and very pretty. You can rent boats, ride the "river cruise" to Downtown Disney or just enjoy the boat traffic. The table service restaurant "Boatwrights" is very good and the quickie service place has a ton of selections. The bar area, which is entirely family friendly and not your typical "bar area" at all, is so much fun. More about the wonderful night with Mr. Piano man later. There is a store, of course. There's an acrade and a big ole lobby. You can take a carriage ride from right there or just visit the pretty big ole horses. The walkway to Port Orleans French Quarter is a wonderful easy walk. You can use the pool and all over there as well. The "main" pool at Riverside is cute with the slide and all, a kiddie pool and the area is really neat. There's a fishing hole where you can cane pole fish, a huge play ground and they have story telling by a camp fire at night. There are 5 or 6 pools located between the other buildings and they are pretty big as well, with laundry facilities at each of those areas. There is the "mansions" section, where we've stayed both times. "Think Gone with the Wind and Tara" Then there is "alligator bayou" which is more... cabin like. It's the only resort that "techincally" holds 5 people, there's a trundle slide out bed. It's a beautiful resort with tons to do right there"------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQWnXREDr7v0g6mc77kW0jRn7m9PtDehRmbe-YAR7pRnUUAQ-Dz1TRXPQz5FbOmAgPzBFlRiBMYVtLJM4yBEPFZJVUKFAPkymXGfwRwfd5uBDm-nM3182rqtNCg2oR8JnY2PL/s1600-h/arrive+and+hanging+out.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/AVvXsEgEQWnXREDr7v0g6mc77kW0jRn7m9PtDehRmbe-YAR7pRnUUAQ-Dz1TRXPQz5FbOmAgPzBFlRiBMYVtLJM4yBEPFZJVUKFAPkymXGfwRwfd5uBDm-nM3182rqtNCg2oR8JnY2PL/s320/arrive+and+hanging+out.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402641656681697602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVajPoayU5Pu53YFGfQHC8C15k5lWOmigSNnSj8MeElHXh8jzUwAOYtEjim-JCai43FtIgTSfyHxZrlZI_iHIOaYyvw_m8i3H8TYfPlFkF0LsO04EpEt3wDl-oWe9C8BJYOt3H/s1600-h/riverside.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/AVvXsEiVajPoayU5Pu53YFGfQHC8C15k5lWOmigSNnSj8MeElHXh8jzUwAOYtEjim-JCai43FtIgTSfyHxZrlZI_iHIOaYyvw_m8i3H8TYfPlFkF0LsO04EpEt3wDl-oWe9C8BJYOt3H/s320/riverside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402642485038850002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Anyway.... we had supper at the quickie resort location. I had yummy turkey, mashed taters and veggies. Chocolate cake for dessert, gotta love the dining plan. Andy had a chicken caesar salad and oatmeal raisin cookie. Yummy~<br /><br />Then we hopped on the boat (another reason Riverside is so neat) and headed downtown. It was the first time we've been by the Tree House Villas since they have reopened, sure would be fun to stay there. Our friends, Amber & Jonathan, stayed and said they are super neat. The 10ish minute boat ride is a nice way to get from place to place for sure!!<br /><br />Downtown Disney was PACKED and there were kids in costumes everywhere. It was still the night before Halloween, but they had trick or treating at tons of locations and boy the kids were out in droves. We met my wonderful friend Terry and hung out awhile. We walked around the World of Disney, lines were way too crazy to shop though. We took some pictures, visited a bit and got scared to death by a magician. (He came out of nowhere and talked into a microphone, making poor Cole cry like crazy. The only real time he cried all week and it was because of the surprise factor, the man came out of nowhere)<br /><br />By then the crowds were crazy, Cole was tired and we called it a night.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Terry, Cole and Me<br /></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFI1zZB9_oWn0WlLuzSB_wTMCxLROURv3y_OPGUPEFfvpduUTPbb87ZbjP3ZhyphenhyphenRPQzZ8ObdwnNYc2RdU2BfgCePhjKcIsgkljfbBfjbXVfYuppExCZl_sHgTb7L0NBqzXXMb_C/s1600-h/downtown+disney+with+terry.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/AVvXsEiFI1zZB9_oWn0WlLuzSB_wTMCxLROURv3y_OPGUPEFfvpduUTPbb87ZbjP3ZhyphenhyphenRPQzZ8ObdwnNYc2RdU2BfgCePhjKcIsgkljfbBfjbXVfYuppExCZl_sHgTb7L0NBqzXXMb_C/s320/downtown+disney+with+terry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402632664159068786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Andy, Cole & Me<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW55xzCjVXpH99qegizMhNHFaPuL-17GNU_J4BZ6CQn_qkbv-gUyNGcc35vt1LLrqIbsgbCTXV4DDELbhoJYxB_H0bw2CUnaWtrzVR31oyXojqoEnxW7epTYVG_OiqU8dcLXPx/s1600-h/us+downtown+disney+whole+mickey.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/AVvXsEjW55xzCjVXpH99qegizMhNHFaPuL-17GNU_J4BZ6CQn_qkbv-gUyNGcc35vt1LLrqIbsgbCTXV4DDELbhoJYxB_H0bw2CUnaWtrzVR31oyXojqoEnxW7epTYVG_OiqU8dcLXPx/s320/us+downtown+disney+whole+mickey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402633138145168466" border="0" /></a><br /></div>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-11178407645212862682009-10-27T20:33:00.000-05:002009-10-27T20:34:06.629-05:00Guess who leaves for Disney Thursday?monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-49733182553853581442009-09-02T16:41:00.007-05:002009-09-02T17:16:14.366-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Temper<br /></span></div><br />You've seen the pictures, but here they are again... with a few more just for fun. My son, has a temper. It's just a fact. He came into the world screaming.....<br /><br />Exhibit A<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3Fx1hp_Oyxls8z24R3HjmmEL4ILW4x9P3brV1Zq9lm0QAVyPpGsLGabsy0bgEj6FS0Ydqg8paKYHwdRuqS9aqD28D1YIJS3X91mSJiZYuSCAnYbmIlR3_MP5EgU7VTQJLXha/s1600-h/HPIM0456.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3Fx1hp_Oyxls8z24R3HjmmEL4ILW4x9P3brV1Zq9lm0QAVyPpGsLGabsy0bgEj6FS0Ydqg8paKYHwdRuqS9aqD28D1YIJS3X91mSJiZYuSCAnYbmIlR3_MP5EgU7VTQJLXha/s320/HPIM0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376992951955318450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Granted most babies come into the world screaming. I wonder if 3 months later they are all having outbursts randomly just to see what Mommy & Daddy will do?!<br /><br />He's had these outbursts randomly from time to time since he was about a month old. Typically you know one is coming if he's tired or hungry. That's when babies are supposed (suppose? Supposed? I don't know!) to cry, I completely understand their need to communicate this.<br /><br />Exhibit B<br /><br />His first bath. Let's just say it didn't go "swimmingly"!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfkUX5bLYUXtrss68gfh7uSd1_oRcwgRnkLWcy7VAA9KMYWJsXIdWy2cUY_O6D9m4JJJ59S9Ac1dRTPJHU2RQGEhuFnO3K1FqdUTDjusQaJP9mgUOh3gK0uP1wKo6ie4WIpWv/s1600-h/sat+first+bath1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfkUX5bLYUXtrss68gfh7uSd1_oRcwgRnkLWcy7VAA9KMYWJsXIdWy2cUY_O6D9m4JJJ59S9Ac1dRTPJHU2RQGEhuFnO3K1FqdUTDjusQaJP9mgUOh3gK0uP1wKo6ie4WIpWv/s320/sat+first+bath1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376992329824208834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok, just kidding. I know, I know. He is allowed to scream through his first bath, it's scary!!<br /><br /><br />Exhibit C<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxctM7pMk2fk538zgngtmQRZZd_-6cOuzC_R2iA0iSQtCj-ozl6sk4kSiH_G8Ugj5XMVHC3kOhzgcvQjLCv55tG5ziuOG5nt1ybsr7fXJncU_c3nzH1sxoexn1PVnHgHiKSNU/s1600-h/oh+mommy+im+mad.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/AVvXsEgnxctM7pMk2fk538zgngtmQRZZd_-6cOuzC_R2iA0iSQtCj-ozl6sk4kSiH_G8Ugj5XMVHC3kOhzgcvQjLCv55tG5ziuOG5nt1ybsr7fXJncU_c3nzH1sxoexn1PVnHgHiKSNU/s320/oh+mommy+im+mad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376989826038505682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What you don't see here is that he was laying there playing with me, all smiles. 1/2 a second later this is what happened. He gets bored with me and instead of politely saying "Mommy I'm really tired of that toy you are dangling there and that little voice you are using, please let me have alone time" ... He goes nuts!<br /><br /><br /><br />Speaking of nuts...<br /><br />His Daddy says he "nuts up" or is "nuttin' up" or he's had a "nut up"...... Daddy's words.....<br /><br /><br />Exhibit D<br /><br />This time we have all the photo evidence.....<br /><br />He's laying with Daddy playing happily, talking, smiling, just enjoying boy time.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSLXJONlQ-mNxs_v6RrWVz8zG-4K_r6cbaB9TtdU9tl7bzDFwPMctg2AWFXsxQb2fx5t3dnxuuiFkcQoes3CtkGy0v67GMkjeRNfGTytjWxzI9gR_4NfEs5n3s-4pSkzznR9Y/s1600-h/hanging+with+daddy.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/AVvXsEhYSLXJONlQ-mNxs_v6RrWVz8zG-4K_r6cbaB9TtdU9tl7bzDFwPMctg2AWFXsxQb2fx5t3dnxuuiFkcQoes3CtkGy0v67GMkjeRNfGTytjWxzI9gR_4NfEs5n3s-4pSkzznR9Y/s320/hanging+with+daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376989327471857810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But wait a half second later we have it coming.....<br />(Yes, I see the bib.... )<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJtBWr0yJoYG7y6Kgz30BW3_Qk7CjgCTQYBK8tPdsHwSOnrHgBerogQ5KFbzZkPUR9PtOElPNEoc8WLdEGLy98kZ56UYcm7-3c9zkeW1xaGo5SgWtBPLCPHBLM4Opc_Y_69fb/s1600-h/bib+says+happy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJtBWr0yJoYG7y6Kgz30BW3_Qk7CjgCTQYBK8tPdsHwSOnrHgBerogQ5KFbzZkPUR9PtOElPNEoc8WLdEGLy98kZ56UYcm7-3c9zkeW1xaGo5SgWtBPLCPHBLM4Opc_Y_69fb/s320/bib+says+happy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376989118717639938" border="0" /></a><br />And there it is, seriously folks this was all in about 2 seconds.... he goes from smiles to purple in minutes!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkjydPrpwL20lvBL3v5BeIT9BEDJdA1bFm-DRn9BOOon2O3FGIIDlyoEF4wadoIB3asuRqE0xvZBj-Bvt_5vmALwIAu5P0qccTwHCOo4nU48pjaqRxRC8xQQsfcAzlgIb244r/s1600-h/temper.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/AVvXsEhAkjydPrpwL20lvBL3v5BeIT9BEDJdA1bFm-DRn9BOOon2O3FGIIDlyoEF4wadoIB3asuRqE0xvZBj-Bvt_5vmALwIAu5P0qccTwHCOo4nU48pjaqRxRC8xQQsfcAzlgIb244r/s320/temper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376988915654897170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />You want to ask.... are you sure he's not hurting? Maybe it's a tummy ache? Maybe he's really tired? Maybe he's growing and needs more to eat?<br /><br />People - HE JUST GETS ANGRY!<br /><br />A few weeks ago I was sitting on the couch with him, Andy was cutting grass. Cole had eaten a bottle, burped and all was right in the world. Within seconds he went bonkers on me. I thought I'd hurt an arm picking him up wrong. I hugged him, he screamed. I laid him down to be sure his arms & legs moved, he was fine. I tried to lay him on his tummy, his back, rocked, swayed, bounced, talked, sang, jiggled, swaddled, unswaddled, changed his diaper... I was ready to go get Andy and say SOMETHING IS WRONG.....<br /><br />Instead... I decided to take him to our bathroom and put him in his bouncy seat, turned on the exhaust fan (b/c doesn't every baby like that noise? mine does) And within a second, he went from that face up there.... to a seriously happily smiling, babbling baby .... no joke!<br /><br />His Daddy holds him and dances around the house like an Indian (feather, not dot ... I know not politically correct, but I needed you to get the picture) and he chants. Cole usually stops crying. Me... nope I go for naked time in the floor (Cole, not me!) , Cole loves being naked. Or I go for the bouncy seat and exhaust fan in the bathroom! Sometimes laying in his big bed with the mobile will do the trick. *sigh* Whatever works right??<br /><br />*Had to come back and add the little sweetheart also holds his breath when he's angry. Turns pretty shades of purple and you have to blow in his face to get him to breath again, fun huh?! HE HE HE*<br /><br />.......<br /><br />And if you don't believe me... Feel free to ask Amy McFarland Houseworth, her sweet sister Cathy, either of their children and wonderful Ms.Dian. THEY didn't believe it either, even said that... until he showed them that wonderful little temper last week. Had to make believers outta them! .... Or his Granny & Grumpy, he doesn't just do these little fits for us...he lets everyone have a shot. Mimi, Pappy and some cousins got a taste yesterday too. Yes, we want everyone to see the little love bug at his finest.<br /><br /><br />Yeah you know this post was written in fun. Although he does have a huge temper, the thing is you never know when it's coming, there are no warning signs. He is absolutely the sweetest and happiest baby in the world 99% of the time. I wouldn't even say he's a fussy baby, he just has a few moments. He smiles at everyone, loves to "talk" all the time, laughs out loud and is the sunshine in our lives!! (temper and all)monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-68816211863104002052009-09-01T16:36:00.007-05:002009-09-01T17:06:54.923-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbAzTvREPM8EZwsMSjPFzt6L-3h3VEZh5G66ymoXUP18gW3gq4CjiJkxzC8AHHX9EpL0dIGZSdvWubwWmWv9Mp2jvPtEsfqNQOgzba5eCNCpZry3Zqkf2oVFc8FXQEdPNLxis/s1600-h/Halloween+pumpkin.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbAzTvREPM8EZwsMSjPFzt6L-3h3VEZh5G66ymoXUP18gW3gq4CjiJkxzC8AHHX9EpL0dIGZSdvWubwWmWv9Mp2jvPtEsfqNQOgzba5eCNCpZry3Zqkf2oVFc8FXQEdPNLxis/s200/Halloween+pumpkin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376621544343669506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fall</span><br /></div><br />I absolutely love fall. Summer is fantastic and I love being home, vacations to the beach, lazy days in the pool with a book, flip flops and a good tan. None of that can top the warm fuzzies that fall gives me though!<br /><br />I love the smells of fall. I pull out the apple and cinnamon candles, open the windows and smile. I enjoy the last few smells coming from the grill and leaves burning in people’s backyards. Ah, fall….<br /><br />I love the sights of fall. I love the hay, corn, scarecrow and pumpkin displays in yards. I love the leaves when they turn bright shades of red, orange and yellow. (Shhh, when I say that it sends Andy into a tizzy because he’s the one who ends up raking them and we have soo many! The leaves from our entire cul de sac blow down our driveway and stack themselves waist deep a few times before it’s all said and done. I digress…..)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJG7tSuM-yIOOTtQr5AG4jtsusxqWd9QztE6AHvW1159VYSTLhHis4nCiTmRoWVasmwbjZia_aLOVW-kXSJBXoC9FoqCztcFHfZzyM-Vve2z9K_dnx6EfgSwxR3FcXuAETFld/s1600-h/apple+barn+fallish+soft+colors.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJG7tSuM-yIOOTtQr5AG4jtsusxqWd9QztE6AHvW1159VYSTLhHis4nCiTmRoWVasmwbjZia_aLOVW-kXSJBXoC9FoqCztcFHfZzyM-Vve2z9K_dnx6EfgSwxR3FcXuAETFld/s200/apple+barn+fallish+soft+colors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623057988841666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(Our front yard in 2005 I think? Grand Daddy's last birthday here with us)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-AJfg-dluIsFn_Jards81VbjUseCF2LxkJR6csBH0smrFgCz5oOmQsZRWGqEasuR4c9jtX7KQgpyPngzwgqO34BOMhby1PEJfbwRAfu55Hz9N5DqVYy2-P0tBFTZ9PlbFX9F/s1600-h/the+family+for+gdads+birthday.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-AJfg-dluIsFn_Jards81VbjUseCF2LxkJR6csBH0smrFgCz5oOmQsZRWGqEasuR4c9jtX7KQgpyPngzwgqO34BOMhby1PEJfbwRAfu55Hz9N5DqVYy2-P0tBFTZ9PlbFX9F/s320/the+family+for+gdads+birthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376618294318669602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love the tastes of fall. I love to make pumpkin pie and apple tasting at school. I love that the mornings are cool enough for me to enjoy coffee again.<br /><br />I love the events of fall. I look forward to arts & craft shows, college football season and the weather just right for me to play golf again.<br /><br />I love school in the fall. I love getting to know my new little friends. I love the smell of a new box of crayons. I love our apple unit with poems, painting, crafts, tasting and graphing. I love when we explore pumpkins, roast pumpkin seeds, everyone wears orange, we have scarecrow day and visit our pumpkin patch.<br /><br />I love when we get to camp in the fall. We head to the lake and get that perfect camping spot. We can set up the camper in no time, we have it down to a science. I love sitting in a chair and watching boat traffic, feeding the ducks, watching the sun come and go, taking a walk and saying hello to all the camping neighbors. I love the smell of a fire and roasting marshmallows, make mine just a smidge dark please! I love seeing the deer, watching squirrels and life slowing down for a few days. I love playing board games at night and spending time just us away from it all. I can't wait to take Cole camping. (I guess it wont be so quiet huh?!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2C94nnEYwON2OrMdJ-D5Er-RChvURFmaBSOGMpIQFw0CIk7gzTRJHGMXdNRt61YE-504cLYT2SyDVJWGgECmBcq7qBk_R90JVLsiIdlef20zTe8oUJWa8IhZE3oOM0pm1F9Bf/s1600-h/lake+sunset+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2C94nnEYwON2OrMdJ-D5Er-RChvURFmaBSOGMpIQFw0CIk7gzTRJHGMXdNRt61YE-504cLYT2SyDVJWGgECmBcq7qBk_R90JVLsiIdlef20zTe8oUJWa8IhZE3oOM0pm1F9Bf/s200/lake+sunset+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376622150242870082" border="0" /></a><br />Don’t get me started on how much I love the fair? I have no idea what it is about it that gives me the warm fuzzies. I don’t get on the rides there anymore, but love to see the smiles and hear the squeals of those who do. I love to see all the twinkly lights at night. I love the greasy, fried, fattening food and it’s always such a hard choice on what to get! I love visiting the farm animals and even walking through the handmade trinkets. I like to see who grew the biggest pumpkin and what the winning flowers are. (and some years we make it to the state fair in Perry which is a huge fair on steroids, oh my I’m in hog heaven then!)<br /><br />The mountains, we absolutely love the Smokey Mountains. Fall is the most wonderful time to get up to Pigeon Forge & Gatlinburg, TN. We usually make it sometime around my birthday weekend in September. We ride the chair lift, eat at our favorite places, walk down the main strip, go outlet shopping, maybe take a "short" scenic drive, eat Karmel Korn (yes I spelled it right), get taffy for taking home, visit the nature center for a walk in the woods or watching the movie out there, riding the tram to the Ski Lodge and maybe seeing the bears. Oh and eating at a pancake house or two. The only times I crave pancakes are when we're there and it's sort of "law" that you must consume pancakes while in the mountains. Mmmmm....... Perfection!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(our annual picture in 2006,we get one made every year :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGACLuf5ynsuHz8PzVmv7ni9Erbfp12XubYPzaohmdwB0Oj6c5HIMhr-5x0hbTu79KKFPTpU9OibZCKjDW6-Xk7Gey1HWT0OyNUCGjmWWCS9-Vh1LlbbAG8jgEqhOI6g_WMr5P/s1600-h/gatlinburg+chair+lift+pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGACLuf5ynsuHz8PzVmv7ni9Erbfp12XubYPzaohmdwB0Oj6c5HIMhr-5x0hbTu79KKFPTpU9OibZCKjDW6-Xk7Gey1HWT0OyNUCGjmWWCS9-Vh1LlbbAG8jgEqhOI6g_WMr5P/s200/gatlinburg+chair+lift+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376620946872003986" border="0" /></a><br />I can’t wait to be the one taking pictures of a certain rolly polly baby by a big honkin’ pumpkin at the pumpkin patch. I’ve waited on that a very long time! There are so many firsts that I know Cole will never remember, but they do OUR hearts so much good, I can’t stand it! J<br /><br />For so many years Halloween broke my heart and cute munchkins ringing our doorbell, dressed in their attire, would break my heart and make me cry. This year we’ll be spending Cole’s first Halloween at the Happiest Place on Earth. We’ll have our own cutie pa tootie dressed up and enjoying the lights of Main Street. We wont be handing out candy at our front door, but will be eating dinner at our very favorite restaurant in all the world, O’Hana! I can’t tell you how excited I am!!<br /><br />Fall is the beginning of the Holiday season where we gather to give thanks with our family and friends, followed by Christmas and OH How I LOVE Christmas!<br /><br />So as todays high only reached 71 here in HotLanta, the stores have their scarecrows out…. I smile, take a deep breathe and say “Welcome Fall! Welcome my absolute favorite season, it’s good to see you!”monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-70261192113400638672009-08-31T06:46:00.015-05:002009-08-31T07:22:14.693-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCUwZI_6hXfmOamiahQItc3E4onaMnaV4yE6QYEtPnKeVgMXGt3aouKhNC69KEH5-P0nUpn2u2cD_KsJ9kPtW8Agdmi5s0CCikMQrI_pHq92mQ7asXPTYTEvYYdt8UGH3P5dL/s1600-h/o.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCUwZI_6hXfmOamiahQItc3E4onaMnaV4yE6QYEtPnKeVgMXGt3aouKhNC69KEH5-P0nUpn2u2cD_KsJ9kPtW8Agdmi5s0CCikMQrI_pHq92mQ7asXPTYTEvYYdt8UGH3P5dL/s400/o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099758667641186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What’s Up - Mommy hood - Busy - What </span><span style="font-size:130%;">I</span><span style="font-size:130%;">’m </span><span style="font-size:130%;">learning<br /></span></div><br />Those are all options for this blog‘s title. I can’t believe I now go so long without rambling here. For those (3) readers that pop in here, keep in mind I post pictures on Facebook all the time. You can always go there to see the cutest baby on the block! Otherwise… here is what I have (or haven’t) been doing lately.<br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">did</span> change the blog layout to get ready for my favorite season! (another blog on that to follow) !<br /><br />-I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> read through my ever growing pile of books stacked in the guest bedroom. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> read all the Dr. Suess books we own at least 10 times each, the Veggie Tale books we have about 152 times each and most other books in Cole’s faves (meaning they rhyme) collection a few hundred times.<br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have </span>caught up on my DVR shows during late night feedings and found some strange shows I can't live without. I have been watching (or listening to) Little Einstein DVD’s and any cartoon that has music! I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> watched a single thing in "real time" in months!<br /><br />-I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> been staying up late to play online. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> been going to bed before the sun goes down! (because at some point during the night I’m up with the moon…and a sweet baby… for an hour or so)<br /><br />-I did <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> get a better tan, read all the books I took, go shopping (for more than an hour) or see a movie while at the beach with our family & my parents. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">did</span> have a dream come true taking Cole on his first vacation, take turns with everyone inside playing with Cole while the others enjoyed the beach, finally finish reading one book I took & watched our sweet boy sleep in all our favorite restaurants in Panama City.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbUM_GHLIPEK6GH8obk-lrfmjRgLnSUZqornFTMQfpSeDDYRKbWcgfZy9wP2AvY22kcQg5FPZ1Ymb16BehQyKt8qNmgFCGC5xs29-bT1oyKHj24B5K4e_2gyd-3nAhYdnx5rA/s1600-h/tannersa.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbUM_GHLIPEK6GH8obk-lrfmjRgLnSUZqornFTMQfpSeDDYRKbWcgfZy9wP2AvY22kcQg5FPZ1Ymb16BehQyKt8qNmgFCGC5xs29-bT1oyKHj24B5K4e_2gyd-3nAhYdnx5rA/s320/tannersa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376097252889093826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> been watching Cole gain weight and grow like a weed the past 3 months. I’ve watched him grow into and then back out of clothes at lightning speed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8rgDjkB9NzbBjA6uyD_wv3AE2aIl1QzXvT1NbU0Vfww5JSVZfoUIvHlRwSUiKVSCRK6sGhwkQN4BVo0hEzd2ZSqHO37KFqOaHMCNrSvisG92gVgiQaFh_WpVFWt9WWIK6fHY/s1600-h/1wkand13wks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8rgDjkB9NzbBjA6uyD_wv3AE2aIl1QzXvT1NbU0Vfww5JSVZfoUIvHlRwSUiKVSCRK6sGhwkQN4BVo0hEzd2ZSqHO37KFqOaHMCNrSvisG92gVgiQaFh_WpVFWt9WWIK6fHY/s320/1wkand13wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099994264782162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> laughed until I cried, the good kind, daily at Cole’s antics, silly faces and listening to his Daddy talk to him.<br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> learned how to type, write, read, get ready, unload the dishwasher and many other fun things while holding a squirming baby.<br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> learned that one itty bitty baby causes more laundry than should be possible. (of course part of that is also OUR clothes because we’re peed or barfed on a few times a day)<br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">am learning</span> that being a morning person isn’t so bad. If Cole will continue to sleep 8 or 9 hours at a time. I can handle going to bed at 9 and getting up at 5. Who would have ever thought that I’d say I was thankful to sleep until 5 or 6AM????<br /><br />-I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have learned</span> that singing or talking to a baby in the backseat can sometimes keep him calm. I’ve also learned the routes everywhere around town that will avoid the most amount of red lights. (he hates to stop moving)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(in the carseat on the way to the beach where he had his Daddy & Granny in the back to entertain him! his Mommy gets car sick, yuck!)<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshHKNYG5sppXdNb2Fk13HH9mi6dfS1d55kk3338S9H5vJtwp8NAbs24xtyHk4H7GRjmcOquufEZ0ekmQYPJAKj_ZOd9RIm0p22LLgH7bZUfyySyBqDiulmBuSL18OXQTtNvQI/s1600-h/and+were+off.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/AVvXsEhshHKNYG5sppXdNb2Fk13HH9mi6dfS1d55kk3338S9H5vJtwp8NAbs24xtyHk4H7GRjmcOquufEZ0ekmQYPJAKj_ZOd9RIm0p22LLgH7bZUfyySyBqDiulmBuSL18OXQTtNvQI/s320/and+were+off.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376096165008649394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve learned</span> that 3 hours in my parents pool while they love on Cole is something to be so thankful for on a summer sunny day. It’s good for everyone’s soul.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(and since I refuse to post a picture of ME in the pool, here's one of Cole's Daddy & Grumpy)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwFbLkN3QJ4OgLQw7WD7eVwbCbWhqsyjvrNpqARCm4ei4_cPNo9rOpseue8BavoPn4JE7zEQatz5bLMXSXjkNEJhlxNqFAh-bt-3FmmekNxAS7EPYwEcuLjgjL2u3ridRPkri/s1600-h/daddy+and+granddaddy+pool1.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/AVvXsEiqwFbLkN3QJ4OgLQw7WD7eVwbCbWhqsyjvrNpqARCm4ei4_cPNo9rOpseue8BavoPn4JE7zEQatz5bLMXSXjkNEJhlxNqFAh-bt-3FmmekNxAS7EPYwEcuLjgjL2u3ridRPkri/s320/daddy+and+granddaddy+pool1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376095787637315698" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve learned</span> that when Cole holds his breath, turns red (and then purple) and shrieks at the top of his lungs…it’s not because he’s hurt, sick or dying…he just has a temper!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCfHQ4JFoLHc1E9CZsJRx58JraZpYBKW0dtRqf2o0bKPhdmDXQwfFZ6dcVv2OP1FC-fHPc8dOEJDgLVUOo88-EAXYNtPK9TKmRxSZcdSI3xoy90rvvdknnOuL4NXKbFiNyKbL/s1600-h/oh+mommy+im+mad.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/AVvXsEhuCfHQ4JFoLHc1E9CZsJRx58JraZpYBKW0dtRqf2o0bKPhdmDXQwfFZ6dcVv2OP1FC-fHPc8dOEJDgLVUOo88-EAXYNtPK9TKmRxSZcdSI3xoy90rvvdknnOuL4NXKbFiNyKbL/s320/oh+mommy+im+mad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099078462638034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It is not irony wasted on me that he is wearing a bib that says happy, no siree!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEQ0VPzgkXWJoG3XFKGfKSdgPeSuUykcol3wK8ULAilVbxeFtIPs_KUh4jcf2Rd_F7VXFzyYOZE-phroT_1cFwnhk34HBTBmAzJJjjIXiPUVp3-xR7InaoYS7y8F7-hCjAIE4/s1600-h/temper.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/AVvXsEgcEQ0VPzgkXWJoG3XFKGfKSdgPeSuUykcol3wK8ULAilVbxeFtIPs_KUh4jcf2Rd_F7VXFzyYOZE-phroT_1cFwnhk34HBTBmAzJJjjIXiPUVp3-xR7InaoYS7y8F7-hCjAIE4/s320/temper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376095058988790162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve learned</span> that if you take 100 pictures at the time while holding the camera slightly beside your face and making silly noises….you just might get one good picture out of it. (you were right Wendy)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik45I-giFbsEZtSkdh2mSwhDU9YpXXX0fSPfnYxVxm2CAMgVdJj658FJ8E5wXXqDuJ9M6ax7puOIYmuXTdBZ9MSTgZAY11uxlgJpC9ELBYD0NAUhgllblEswMph9n6s2yWioib/s1600-h/bumbo+1st+time+aug6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik45I-giFbsEZtSkdh2mSwhDU9YpXXX0fSPfnYxVxm2CAMgVdJj658FJ8E5wXXqDuJ9M6ax7puOIYmuXTdBZ9MSTgZAY11uxlgJpC9ELBYD0NAUhgllblEswMph9n6s2yWioib/s320/bumbo+1st+time+aug6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376094770769030146" border="0" /></a><br />(or at least a fun picture) he he he..........<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrfdk6BBNbjx8bepp3wPrRdMhxPFLhMWiXhoF4539aIII2AyuXkdo-D98nqARbjncp7o99_G2y3CV5f1uuONFxHbD_UjBTPvhi0FhE1MOWG3oVIGYBtkkCS43LcDoEVKB3HEr/s1600-h/l.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/AVvXsEhsrfdk6BBNbjx8bepp3wPrRdMhxPFLhMWiXhoF4539aIII2AyuXkdo-D98nqARbjncp7o99_G2y3CV5f1uuONFxHbD_UjBTPvhi0FhE1MOWG3oVIGYBtkkCS43LcDoEVKB3HEr/s320/l.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376094211231081442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I’m learning</span> that the best laid plans are just good ideas when you have a baby.<br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve learned</span> to put a paci in and pat a baby back to sleep without ever opening my eyes.<br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I have figured out</span> that Cole is 100% fascinated with the bathroom exhaust fan and hair dryer. He will sit entertained in the bouncy seat for me to get ready as long as these things are all running.<br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I have learned </span>that you better keep an extra container of formula in the cabinet at all times.<br /><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I have learned</span> that if Cole’s grouchy the mobile in his big bed will almost always make him laugh. He loves those guys floating over his head!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3tzjHLm_vdpFc9OUgG2ef-0wLFB-BFhOSuRVHdgYxg6Q2oVWbRhA42owiYEBhg32htDhU5vYevn9UN5K4NfzPn338bXP_EzvoLQo063-n5LbjIqdixHz3f3Zu8VZlWALOUOY/s1600-h/smiley.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/AVvXsEiJ3tzjHLm_vdpFc9OUgG2ef-0wLFB-BFhOSuRVHdgYxg6Q2oVWbRhA42owiYEBhg32htDhU5vYevn9UN5K4NfzPn338bXP_EzvoLQo063-n5LbjIqdixHz3f3Zu8VZlWALOUOY/s320/smiley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376093589322768082" border="0" /></a><br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">I have figured out</span> how to pack a diaper bag for any foreseeable (or not) events!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> -<span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned</span> that a degree in child development would not help a single second when I brought my very own newborn home from the hospital. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned </span>that having my own baby 24 hours a day, 7 days a week was nothing like babysitting or working in daycare with other people's babies for a few hours a day. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned</span> real life is nothing like the book says!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am learning</span> that although Motherhood is much harder than I ever imagined, it is also more amazing than my mind (or heart) could have ever fathomed!! And I am learning that daily, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I have a lot more to learn!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz04coJvCBzNetfSv8VFMzQmXdsMZOnPaoMtij6YJCgDuRlV5lovqq7h5Nqd2wRHN0HZ3RONJDL-3mSIXe8pesHrJ-OCJhFxGIkpfdk7WlulHtwAKCzI96nWUccZP2vUyr7BQM/s1600-h/mommycoled.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/AVvXsEjz04coJvCBzNetfSv8VFMzQmXdsMZOnPaoMtij6YJCgDuRlV5lovqq7h5Nqd2wRHN0HZ3RONJDL-3mSIXe8pesHrJ-OCJhFxGIkpfdk7WlulHtwAKCzI96nWUccZP2vUyr7BQM/s320/mommycoled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376097769016239266" border="0" /></a>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-47268207810944360592009-07-27T09:42:00.003-05:002009-07-27T09:49:25.748-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJKOgP36tFMzMTsADFooRxULR9XN2HPYmn1KRlkD39IOAaIrGUbpO_chuIcckI-aNOz4-r72_kr7d2HuIx9uY-gliFMBy-j_KDjg0AUms0eu5PyLcMQfoG9lqAhda9RYuk3lJ/s1600-h/stellan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJKOgP36tFMzMTsADFooRxULR9XN2HPYmn1KRlkD39IOAaIrGUbpO_chuIcckI-aNOz4-r72_kr7d2HuIx9uY-gliFMBy-j_KDjg0AUms0eu5PyLcMQfoG9lqAhda9RYuk3lJ/s400/stellan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363151660248721906" border="0" /></a><br />There is a blogger in our "blogging world" that everyone knows and loves. Her "real" name is Jennifer and her bloggy name is "McKMama". She is a gifted writer, amazing photographer, a Christian warrior and the Mommy to 4 little munchkins. Her youngest has been fighting SVT (a very irregular heartbeat) since before he was born. They never thought he'd be born and make it in the first place. He is here though and he is a precious little guy. He has been in and out of the hospital several times. He is there again right now and this is about as bad as he's been. Things aren't looking good for him. For a little boy doctors said would never be born alive though, he's a fighter. God can do anything and I'm praying for a miracle. If you'd like to read more about Stellan, <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">click here</a>. If you don't have time, please say extra prayers for a little boy named Stellan and his precious family. As I sit here with my own little one napping by me on the couch, my heart breaks for a family watching their baby sturggle like this.monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-85138008090967735282009-07-22T18:32:00.003-05:002009-07-22T18:49:46.358-05:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Way back Wednesday<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >My friend <a href="http://janellscraps.blogspot.com/">Janelle</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;">does 'way back wednesday' and I thought I'd follow in her trail this week. I am so bad at blogging now with facebook so easy to use and so many friends and family members on there. The bloggie is neglected, I'll try to do better.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Here is a picture of me with my Grand Daddy in 1977, I was three. This was Christmas and he'd bought me a doll. We were tight, always were. I have a 2part huge long tribute post to him </span><a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://tannerlife.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html">click here </a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUKgGpH9szYynwT17i4gAR22Qbze36Bl_G14E-lOpiW6ighr4-0DFdNFHhpTWMSzyNBU10PQP1pRcj9KY9sIAfjhiBvzBPcJpO5mkFU8USO1W5KfwpUfAF8BNLQ70-8E8ey2J/s1600-h/christmas77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUKgGpH9szYynwT17i4gAR22Qbze36Bl_G14E-lOpiW6ighr4-0DFdNFHhpTWMSzyNBU10PQP1pRcj9KY9sIAfjhiBvzBPcJpO5mkFU8USO1W5KfwpUfAF8BNLQ70-8E8ey2J/s400/christmas77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361432024052784882" border="0" /></a>I miss him bunches, he's looking down on us from Heaven for sure. It breaks my heart that Cole will only know him from pictures and memories, Grand Daddy LOVED LOVED LOVED babies and kids and they LOVED him back!! Having his own Great Grand Baby would have thrilled him to no end.<br /><br />Andy & I say that Grand Daddy is the reason God sent us Cole. Grand Daddy has been in Heaven on the phone with God (Grand Daddy's favorite form of communication was the phone and he called me every day of my life pretty much) and bugging God to send us a baby. That or sittin' in rocking chairs with God telling him the same thing.<br /><br />He would have loved Cole so much! They would have been so close. Breaks my heart I say~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN_Lg6VmMjTrtANEKvsjjPQAr12gILiYRfuktznZIuXb1i_Q6M561n4gJG1e-UoFD81_U7bQMt9tJhUdyF-ixo2LlzymOUdGAIVq15_3PZqpB4m5dQBX7sGlgPRUIDNQl23RB/s1600-h/asmallergranddadandme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN_Lg6VmMjTrtANEKvsjjPQAr12gILiYRfuktznZIuXb1i_Q6M561n4gJG1e-UoFD81_U7bQMt9tJhUdyF-ixo2LlzymOUdGAIVq15_3PZqpB4m5dQBX7sGlgPRUIDNQl23RB/s400/asmallergranddadandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361432427345758066" border="0" /></a><br />And here we are a few Christmas' ago. Still sittin' with him and he was still buying me toys for Christmas. I loved it as much as he did!!!monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-14419965057739560632009-07-10T07:55:00.010-05:002009-07-10T08:26:34.169-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pictures at Target<br /></span></div><br />Let me start this by saying, things that may seem so mundane and normal to you.... are so huge and exciting to me. Keep in mind I've been watching friends (and strangers alike) take their little one for pictures for 10 years with jealous eyes. So... to have last night arrive and take our own Little Toot for pictures was quite the landmark event in the Tanner house.<br /><br />I am mad at myself for not going when he was tiny, but what can I do now? I take SO many pictures DAILY (bless his heart) that I hate to spend money getting 'em done too often. Plus, my best friend since childhood, shout out Amy, is a professional photographer. She has been trying to bring her studio to our house for weeks, but life (lives an hour away, surgery, 3 kids and travel) have made it impossible so far. I was lucky she got to visit and meet him the week he arrived. I finally made the decision to get on it and make an appointment before he turned 6 weeks old, which happens tomorrow. Where does time go???? (I've been a Mommy for 6 weeks, Holy Moly)<br /><br />Anyway... there are dozens of places to get 'em done, as you know. For me it ended up being all about being close and easy to get too after Andy got home from work. So off to my favorite Target we went. I was very pleased. They offered tons more options than I went for. Cole being a little guy and not able to "pose" too much, she had many ideas. I opted to skip the traditional newborn "mushy" shots. I can't stand (no offense to those who have them, they are just SO NOT us) those pics with parents staring lovingly at baby, baby on naked shoulders, yadda yadda. They are sweet, but so not us. So... we didn't take a ton.<br /><br />I really liked the lady who took them, she seemed to have a creative spirit (wether or not she was following the script) and she was very friendly. She was great with Cole and I enjoyed her. Target offered tons of options for printing, tons. She showed me how to work her computer to edit the pics how I wanted, make my own layouts and price the entire thing as I went. Was nice to have control. However I could have spent HOURS playing with them and Cole was finished shopping with Daddy. ---- He was WONDERFUL for the pics, played right along. What can I say, he's getting use to it. Then he & Daddy went to look at golf stuff, match box cars and bought an icee... then they took another stroll b/c I was still playing....then they come back DONE. I wanted to edit more and ran outta time. I think it could have been Andy done more than Cole..anyway, I digress.<br /><br />The prices are about average to what other studios offer, it does take a week instead of printing on site. You can view them online, I had an email by the time I got home with the link. They are little low resolution view shots, but that's great to see what they did. Plus you can order more from online and they even hand you a sample sheet. It's not pics per say, but just printed like a screen shot on regular paper. Again, nice to look at and at least see what you ordered b/c you forget.<br /><br />Now... I would have loved a professional session away from a "box store", but again.... I want them done often and can't afford that. So.... eventually... for now I'm happy.<br /><br />Who can talk so much about pictures other than me?<br /><br />I also didn't want him in a pastel blue or white baby outfit. It's so not him. He's a little tough guy and doesn't even own a "baby boy" outfit like that. So I chose this little green & white outfit that fits him well and I thought would work just fine.<br /><br />I'll stop rambling and show ya a few favorites.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWrMWzPaYSwvqUt5SAczVMQG3K3H0RgFbyzkqn3lCLINRo4h6fYnqZwS5II9IPuOQFrM8XeD5DmymLl73Tj64h76mc-jDaSd3YtLMWgzD-P0TM7TcBBVA5FjP7QuZx4pP51q3/s1600-h/cole7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWrMWzPaYSwvqUt5SAczVMQG3K3H0RgFbyzkqn3lCLINRo4h6fYnqZwS5II9IPuOQFrM8XeD5DmymLl73Tj64h76mc-jDaSd3YtLMWgzD-P0TM7TcBBVA5FjP7QuZx4pP51q3/s400/cole7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356820259658326322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9U-S31d_RBC5D7c68clBCG8J4mnmKzX8hTxNS7bvOhfu5Ge1YsFnZsuWsI0GDlKzUih92CfVfCQs54weCEg41hRhTCmsEH9KDT-R-VEjtkkWFkZa81tCZH6FVt1rm5vHfzFZ2/s1600-h/cole2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9U-S31d_RBC5D7c68clBCG8J4mnmKzX8hTxNS7bvOhfu5Ge1YsFnZsuWsI0GDlKzUih92CfVfCQs54weCEg41hRhTCmsEH9KDT-R-VEjtkkWFkZa81tCZH6FVt1rm5vHfzFZ2/s400/cole2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356815378442915202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjdKYtRYtFijUCoUlzjre4YQv2H7vjPbG6zKZ0UjKWglAZJ4AK220iZ5IVFz5uXprSqU791JGEVcQCLLh05Kh0FK3Ilp14zCqNaIsujmP_sEwKQVKOxlWrKdAi7HYV_K6h3Px/s1600-h/cole13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjdKYtRYtFijUCoUlzjre4YQv2H7vjPbG6zKZ0UjKWglAZJ4AK220iZ5IVFz5uXprSqU791JGEVcQCLLh05Kh0FK3Ilp14zCqNaIsujmP_sEwKQVKOxlWrKdAi7HYV_K6h3Px/s400/cole13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356815304039536002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWLWb9R5zGEpiCz8IhYb5LR68zk4XnbCt9JHRtRbCH08s3OMuXTNasG6qkEOVJ7Bc9fMz3DnMkOWU74-lme5Jqn6zNWMNhFN0HbhIJ2BLhrW8XdgFIOOBoxVHvAlv1WT1BO_n/s1600-h/cole14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWLWb9R5zGEpiCz8IhYb5LR68zk4XnbCt9JHRtRbCH08s3OMuXTNasG6qkEOVJ7Bc9fMz3DnMkOWU74-lme5Jqn6zNWMNhFN0HbhIJ2BLhrW8XdgFIOOBoxVHvAlv1WT1BO_n/s400/cole14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356815227724451570" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, more rambling-<br />I also wanted at least one picture of us together. I didn't really want a "formal"ish portrait of any sort. I wanted it to be kinda fun and playful. So... I went with a football plan and am SOOO glad we did that. I think it's adorable. The little jersey was from a lady Andy works with and if we wouldn't have put it on yesterday, he never would have. It's already really too small (didn't think I'd ever get it back off, oops) He is growing so fast! Again, we didn't need a huge variety and I sure didn't need more options to have to choose from. So we only took a couple. I think they are a pretty perfect representation of us though! (only thing better would have been a Disney picture and don't think we didn't talk about it, but we're going in a few months....so I resisted)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzpFrfvOeCyFNUd4APK9_ZOMOfsqocgszwRsZn-kNRCOVhs14TIXeJVuLeKkYrubYENytB4EEwrNjWAIvad2AePgQF3efQvU5E7Xi2xkdPSJMcaZFR5YrLzZ4o4MJ3LYgZ8eS/s1600-h/us6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzpFrfvOeCyFNUd4APK9_ZOMOfsqocgszwRsZn-kNRCOVhs14TIXeJVuLeKkYrubYENytB4EEwrNjWAIvad2AePgQF3efQvU5E7Xi2xkdPSJMcaZFR5YrLzZ4o4MJ3LYgZ8eS/s400/us6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819993626477794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cyXOQABGGvscu6TjWhCDmCmpTt6R8PZmI_v7qwx6AgS9RjUxQLe_cpshEQfqL-X5LmwgGCqEn8UKZEMHjQv0b0SpIp1ZeEt6zcZpLYvJAxG1Hedci-h2lx20YvP4xqZgVHv-/s1600-h/us2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cyXOQABGGvscu6TjWhCDmCmpTt6R8PZmI_v7qwx6AgS9RjUxQLe_cpshEQfqL-X5LmwgGCqEn8UKZEMHjQv0b0SpIp1ZeEt6zcZpLYvJAxG1Hedci-h2lx20YvP4xqZgVHv-/s400/us2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356815075657932370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1I8-LxCJZybaqOn6PPjSIQ_n3rYIKn_4EV33WOJR6GUy9Tua-4nZ5eDywIu9rFQ-s1xcOWy5cgxGQq6_gXRodB48O7HqQ_9Y7V4Y00qGJMfjWcwSHTvS_D6Pu6Xtze_I9KD1r/s1600-h/bulldog1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1I8-LxCJZybaqOn6PPjSIQ_n3rYIKn_4EV33WOJR6GUy9Tua-4nZ5eDywIu9rFQ-s1xcOWy5cgxGQq6_gXRodB48O7HqQ_9Y7V4Y00qGJMfjWcwSHTvS_D6Pu6Xtze_I9KD1r/s400/bulldog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356820074593047346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So... enjoy our Little Toot and newest baby Bulldog!monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20663436.post-82780040780578447082009-07-04T21:56:00.006-05:002009-07-04T22:05:46.953-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppNmVaxPUO7iMYBiiEOOEdh0PPiRy0HAWUTXpDX5SWK8sjoHpmi3Y1G6yEg9jk_iDmA5ghK12f7ly44zDYt0W6CkAhcPKvDObN3gsrAEXuoppqMgNZoHhLcmbOKpVXj2MhHIe/s1600-h/4th+home+closeup.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppNmVaxPUO7iMYBiiEOOEdh0PPiRy0HAWUTXpDX5SWK8sjoHpmi3Y1G6yEg9jk_iDmA5ghK12f7ly44zDYt0W6CkAhcPKvDObN3gsrAEXuoppqMgNZoHhLcmbOKpVXj2MhHIe/s400/4th+home+closeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354806218132416338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy 4th of July Yall~</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6vKVfME6qZOPi5T_67qdJ3mIo2I1o8jD3cyNtolf4e8yXZwC2bIrKMhyphenhyphenyXWaPFUi-6KD5gzrgHD6H0FTxiv6PESONI9ho4wLTaHHz-0XYDu-miyLAB7x3ymKkbabpeVowwiP/s1600-h/4th+us+b.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/AVvXsEjA6vKVfME6qZOPi5T_67qdJ3mIo2I1o8jD3cyNtolf4e8yXZwC2bIrKMhyphenhyphenyXWaPFUi-6KD5gzrgHD6H0FTxiv6PESONI9ho4wLTaHHz-0XYDu-miyLAB7x3ymKkbabpeVowwiP/s320/4th+us+b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354804739891187506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wDoISvgYG7vi-hpYhzwVWSOxniuvE5dJXiCroGehhpA2G6Hmj0GpVueulu3uWpsjcYqp5i6UlKoFe4lYO_wvQElUdOZxlTOQAbmW4l8Kd_4vFINS7tf9Sa4idIcZVHtrVQwn/s1600-h/4th+with+daddy+a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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Hoping you took time to thank God for our country, freedom and those who fight to keep us free!!<br /></div></div>monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06173585027134010330noreply@blogger.com0