tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278883502024-02-11T05:17:18.780-05:00Forever in OhioHappy Holidays!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-73918410689450785432012-03-29T11:14:00.003-04:002012-03-29T11:14:39.812-04:00Wyatt turns 2!!!!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here he is on his blessing day. He look like a little doll!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This high chair become my best friend and he loved being up high in it</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is his first experience eating an oreo cookie. We quickly found out his middle name should have been cookie monster!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuddling with his Nanny last summer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing got a little rough and he flew over the handlebars of his push bike and had his first nose bleed</td></tr>
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<br />Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-24972272861164325452012-02-17T12:51:00.001-05:002012-03-04T11:19:35.160-05:00WyattismsI have to write these down before I forget them.<br />
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Two days ago Wyatt and I were driving home from the pediatrician(ear infection). As I was exiting the freeway I ran over a part of the rumble strip. Wyatt immediately goes, "Was dat?" I wasn't sure how to explain that to him and then I hear his tiny voice say, "Scuze me." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Apparently the car had some flatulence issues and Wyatt took the blame.<br />
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Yesterday, Wyatt and I were waiting outside for Aidan's school bus to drop him off at the corner. Wyatt loves watching the bus pull up to the curb. He gets very excited and animated and runs straight towards. When he heard the engine whining as the bus chugged it's way up the slight incline in the road, Wyatt runs to the corner and is screaming, "THE BUT! THE BUT!" Awesome.<br />
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This little man is crazy, smart, sly, stubborn, creative, observant, and an all around tasmanian devil. He sure keeps us on our toes but we wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. (although there are some days...)<br />
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So today I am grateful for Wyatt being able to make me laugh and enjoy his learning experiences.<br />
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P.S. I have to add on here that he says, "Sheet" for sheep, "BUT!" for button, and last but not least, "BUT!" for belly button.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-31595973235659176632012-02-15T12:26:00.001-05:002012-02-15T12:26:34.335-05:00Envy breeds negativityI have a bad habit of comparing myself to others. It's not pretty. It causes nothing but feelings of inadequacy, discontent, and negativity. So, in order to break this vicious cycle I'm going to attempt to say something positive or something I'm grateful for everyday on facebook. I'm also going to make a list of my blessings on here because it will do me good to see what an amazing life I have to be grateful for.<br />
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For example: Today has been fairly eventful. I planned on trying a hydro fit class at the YMCA because I have been having SI Joint issues and cannot do any aerobic exercise that involves any jarring of the back. So I've gone from doing P90X everyday and working out at the Y on top of that to going to gentle yoga with the senior citizens and trying water aerobics...I've not been happy about this but my back feels better on my anti-inflammatories and without jarring it so I'm willing to do what it takes.<br />
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My plan was to go to the Y at 10:30am. Nathan had some errands to run and he was going to take Wyatt with him and be home in time to get Aidan off the bus. I was really looking forward to a kid-free morning but when Wyatt woke up his left ear was covered with dried ear gunk. I knew he had an ear infection. He's had a cold for three weeks now and even though he has ear tubes I was wondering if they would be able to keep up with the amount of drainage coming out the little man's nose. Apparently, they couldn't.<br />
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I decided that I needed to take him in this morning so I made a 9:30am appointment, which meant that I wouldn't be working out today. I sucked it up because that's what all mom's do when their kid is sick. I know my life isn't very different from anyone else's. I took Wyatt to the doctor and my suspicions of an ear infection were confirmed. We headed home.<br />
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(Just a funny side note: on the way home, as I was exiting the freeway I went over a part of the rumble strip and Wyatt goes, "Was dah?" then a tiny "scuze me." Apparently the car farted and he was taking the blame. hahahaha. ahem. side note ending...)<br />
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Once we got home, I checked my email for a few minutes and noticed that Wyatt was unusually quiet. When I went around the corner I caught him gleefully drawing all over the wall. I counted to three in my mind, took away the pencil, and put him on time out, where he actually stayed for his two minutes. Small victories people.<br />
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I began cleaning the kitchen, which was trashed from the night before. Nathan came home and distracted Wyatt while I was up to my elbows in hot water and soap suds. As I was finishing cleaning my biggest glass pan, I tried to balance it on the other dishes on the counter. Bad move. It began to slip and as I went to catch it, my hands were also wet and it was like trying to catch a greased pig. It didn't work. My pan came crashing down onto my hard tile floor and shattered into a million pieces. Another deep breath was needed.<br />
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Nathan was also home to get Aidan off the bus so I didn't have to stop cleaning. Aidan had a rough day at school and brought home a yellow paper. Apparently he thought playing and being silly were far more important then following directions and listening to the teacher. And this might be mean, but it means that he'll be in trouble today and possibly be in his room for a portion of it which gives me a break from having to listen to him talk all. day. long.<br />
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I tried to think positively about this situation. I couldn't change it. Just like I couldn't change that Wyatt had scribbled all over my wall. But I could move forward. I could stop grumbling about "why me" and start thinking about how I was blessed today.<br />
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1. We have insurance and a doctor to see when our kids are sick.<br />
2. I didn't have to wait eons to be seen by said doctor.<br />
3. My kitchen is clean<br />
4. Pencil is easily cleaned up off of walls<br />
5. Nathan was home when I broke the pan I've had for almost 12 years so he could distract Wyatt from coming into the disaster area.<br />
6. I was wanting/needing to mop my floor anyway so vacuuming and sweeping it thoroughly was going to happen anyway.<br />
7. Aidan has to write a note of apology to his teacher so he gets to practice his writing skills and spends some time in his room. aaaahhh, quiet...<br />
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So, I am grateful today for having a spouse with Wednesdays off. And for brooms and vacuums that make clean up easier. I'm grateful that pencil is easily erasable and that Aidan has a teacher willing to hold him accountable for his actions.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-45249126528520523272012-02-03T17:06:00.000-05:002012-02-03T17:06:20.806-05:00January Musings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wyatt always says, "CHEESE!" for the camera.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aidan was given a Build-A-Bear certificate for Christmas. He LOVES his new bear</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys got a 3DS from Santa. Even Wyatt likes to get in on the action (cheese!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wyatt loves to help. Especially in the kitchen. Around hot things...</td></tr>
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<br />Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-73994862837242922802012-01-08T23:15:00.000-05:002012-01-08T23:15:06.798-05:00The poor thing that is Aidan<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Soooo...my Aidan is special. I've already written about his numerous, although relatively minor, medical issues, ie ocular albinism, multiple ear tubes, adenoid/tonsil removal, sticking a button up his nose, etc.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Well, last Tuesday he was having some tummy trouble. Aidan made many bathroom trips and informed me he had diarrhea. Great. He went through every pair of clean underwear but he took care of everything himself so I wasn't too inconvenienced. Because, that's obviously the most important thing...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Towards the end of the day, he was in the bathroom for quite a while. He was calling my name but I kept telling him to wait a sec, cuz really, where was he gonna go? When I finally deigned him with my presence(this will get graphic, sorry but it's for posterity...)Aidan told me that he was stuck and his bowels couldn't get rid of the offending excrement.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Side note: they never tell you in the all-knowing-mother's-handbook that we have to be so intimately acquainted with our children's bowel movements. When they're babies, yes but I hadn't anticipated being up close and personal when they were in grade school.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">So I looked at my skinny naked boy sitting on the pot and said the famous words, "Let me see." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Not that I really wanted to see but as the resident mommy in attendance it was my solemn duty.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">What I saw next, I was not prepared for. I thought maybe he was straining for too long and had a small hemorrhoid that was bothering him. It's not common in children but it is possible. Aidan had been in the bathroom for quite a while so maybe he was having the same bowel issues as Camden. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">However, what was there is almost impossible to describe but I knew it was definitely NOT a hemorrhoid. It was about the size of his fist; granted he has small hands but still... It was a deep blush color and oddly enough, looked like a closed rose. SOOOOOO not normal. As I stared in fascination, horror, and concern the monstrosity was quickly pulled back in and disappeared from view.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">With all the faith that only a child can possess, Aidan said, "Thanks Mom! You helped me. It's better now. "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I had done nothing though I wanted to take credit for something but I graciously stepped aside and informed him that his own rectal muscles saved the day. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Of course it happened after the doctor's office was closed, Nathan had a church meeting to attend and so I had to wait until the next morning to get Aidan in to see the doctor. Not that there was anything to see anymore because his pretty little flower had yet to reappear. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I had done some random researching on my own on the internet to try to find a picture that I could describe to the doctor of what I saw. Now that is love in it's purest form. To look at pictures of random adult and child anuses with various forms of hemmorrhoidal issues online was beyond squirmy but I was on a mission!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">And I did come up with an answer that his doctor agreed with. This poor little skinny boy of mine had been straining so hard and has such ferocious stomach muscles that he had pushed the lining of his rectum outside his body, or it's also know as a rectal prolapse.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Let that sink in a little bit....yeah, not right.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Of all the random things, this was a first for me. But Aidan has been fine ever since. He's now on Camden's juice/miralax/lots of water regimen and has been doing well ever since. Aidan's doctor called us at home two days later to check up on him, which she has never done before so that confirmed how unusual and potentially serious this had been. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Stay tuned next time because oh yes, there is more. Just two days later he visited the ENT and it involved a crayon...</span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-63525645493971612792012-01-06T09:26:00.002-05:002012-01-06T09:26:55.540-05:00silly boysAs I was standing in front of the fire this morning, in my flannel pajama bottoms and loose black sleep shirt, my hair was sticking up like a rooster and, obviously, sans make up; I looked up and Camden was standing on the stairs just staring at me. I was getting Wyatt's clothes laid out so that I could get him dressed when he was finished in the shower with daddy. Camden continued to stare. As I finished with my preparations I asked him what he was doing?<br />
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"Staring at you," he said. Duh!<br />
"Why?" I asked.<br />
"Because I think you're beautiful." was his nonchalant reply.<br />
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Oh!!! My heart was full. What a sweet little boy. Well, not so little anymore. He was recently telling Nathan and I about some inappropriate conversations boys were having at school. Apparently, they talk about girls' boobies in the bathroom where they can't be overheard! While I wanted to laugh I was also very much reminded that he was growing up. Camden is only in 3rd grade. I don't remember talking about such things but it was probably going on. Children at that age are so curious and they imitate what adults say and what they see on t.v. Sexy was another word Camden was uncomfortable with.<br />
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I guess I need to stop being an ostrich with my head stuck in the ground and I need to be more proactive in facilitating these conversations with my son. Nathan and I want him to be comfortable around us so that he won't be afraid to discuss these things.<br />
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I don't want him to grow up!!! Whaaaaaaaaa....Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-18073554147187179882011-12-29T14:52:00.003-05:002011-12-29T14:52:26.921-05:00Camden's letter to his grandparents<br />
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Dear Grandpa and Grandma,</div>
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I'm writing this in cub scouts.</div>
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I'd like to thank you for all you done.</div>
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I appreciate how you help me get into mischeif I haven't thought of yet.</div>
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I like how you care, play with, and love me. Thanks for all that you done.</div>
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I just love all that you do. You will always be my nuber one!</div>
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Your grandson (friend is crossed out!)</div>
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Camden</div>
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I thought this was soo cute and I wanted to post it for posterity's sake. So when he's being a mean teenager I can show him this and remind him that he used to be cute and cuddly once. I need proof in case he denies it. hehehe</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-66892075010085933172011-11-29T15:33:00.001-05:002011-11-29T16:12:19.713-05:00JUICE!My oldest son is 9 years old, which means I had him when I was pretty young. I was trying to do my best while being pretty paranoid and over protective. Camden's pediatrician had advised against giving him, or any of my kids, too much juice because of all the sugar in it. Juice was to be give only occasionally and if I watered it down then all the better. So I followed that advice and thought I was being a "good" mom because my kids weren't demanding juice all the time and were content to drink water when they were thirsty.<br />
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Camden never had an ear infection, or strep, or the flu. He was the healthiest kid I knew. He still would get colds like the other kids but never anything serious. Camden was the best eater, sleeper, snuggler, etc. You get the picture. To me, he was perfect, though a little sensitive.<br />
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Skip forward four years, Camden is....four, almost five, and we had moved from San Francisco, CA to Dayton, OH. Camden threw up for the first time in his life that winter. I figured it was because we were in Ohio and it snows a lot and he was stuck indoors where germs can breed rampantly. He had a few incidents that winter and I would have not thought much of it but whenever he threw up it was always in the early morning and he never had any other symptoms, ie fever, chills, rash, aches and pains. Well, he did have frequent loose bm's so I just thought his tummy was sick. We would feed him the BRAT diet and hoped it would solidify soon. I wasn't extremely happy in Ohio and I missed California and all of my friends so I just blamed the entire state for his condition.<br />
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Fast forward four more years, we're still in Ohio, and after three different moves, jobs, schooling, etc it looks like I'll be forever in Ohio. Camden is 8 and has been throwing up every two weeks for two months. Just like before, Camden doesn't have any symptoms but he's not bouncing back after these episodes. Usually he would throw up for a few hours, sleep a little, then be begging for food and to play with friends. But this time he was still pale and weak. He'd been doing this for years, mostly in the winter time. Every year when the weather turned colder, Camden would start these episodes and Nate and I were so annoyed because we were inconvenienced...I'm pathetic. Camden's lips were always dry and cracking and he was constantly picking at them so we nagged him to quit touching his lips and to wash his hands ALL the time. Poor kid.<br />
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I was getting really worried that something was really wrong with him. When I took him to the doctor the first time they gave him a generic diagnosis, prescribed anti nauseous medicine, liquid zantac and sent us home. Two weeks later he threw up.<br />
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On top of all the hassle of sleep deprivation, clean up, and the smell, Camden would miss school because he needed to be puke-free for 24 hours. And have I mentioned his breath? It was HORRIBLE! When I was pregnant with Wyatt I couldn't stand to be near him. (sorry sweetie, but it was true. pregnancy heightens the senses and my nose was in overdrive) So, my poor guy had been throwing up every winter for four years, had foul smelling breath and he, um, ahem, had flatulence issues. After a particularly heinous release I was teasing him to make light of it and he started to cry saying he couldn't help it and kids at school were teasing him and said he smelled. Well, I pretty much felt smaller then a gnat. I had no idea it was effecting him at school.<br />
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Back to the doctor we went and this time we saw a different pediatrician. After explaining all of Camden's symptoms, she immediately diagnosed him with constipation! We took an xray and the poor boy was completely stopped up inside. Even though he went #2 every day it wasn't enough. The Dr. referred us to a pediatric gastrointerologist and he said that severe constipation is actually very common in kids. It's easily treated. He needs to take a capful of Miralax once a day, drink lots of water, and eat at least 18 grams of fiber a day. Camden had already been doing all of that since his previous doctor appointment but this specialist said it could take up to one year for Camden's body to send his brain appropriate triggers to dispose of his waste more frequently.<br />
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And here's the kicker. Camden's special Pediatric GI doctor said that the best thing to give kids to help prevent this is?....dun! dun! dun!<br />
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<br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-22707337174930560962011-11-14T14:53:00.001-05:002011-11-14T15:12:06.939-05:00Halloween<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He wasn't too fond of the stroller but we kept giving him suckers and he lasted for 1.5 hrs.<br /><br /><br />I definitely don't like trick or treating on a school night. When we lived in Hilliard, they always called it Beggar's Night and would move it to a Friday or Saturday. It was always simple. But this year it was on Monday night, aka Halloween. Dover Schools had an inservice that day so school was cancelled so that meant kids were home all day getting jazzed about everything and the day seemed to last for an eternity. Then Nate didn't get home until 6:15pm, which left me solo to get everyone ready, fed dinner, costumed up and out the door. Needless to say, I could have been Grumpy the Dwarf for Halloween. But it turned out all right in the end. The kids had a great time. They loaded their orange and black halloween buckets up with candy, and trekked all over the neighborhood.<br /><br />Nathan bought the kids' candy last year and we repeated that this year. They could choose to keep 20-30 pieces and then he took the rest to work. It works nicely for all involved. :p<br /><br />Now, Thanksgiving is almost here and then comes Christmas and I'm so not ready for that yet. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-29075383880502640012011-10-30T22:23:00.000-04:002011-10-30T22:23:14.518-04:00Pre-Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Isn't my little Superman super-cute?!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Take my picture too...!"</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What a stud</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm not sure what he's doing but he's sure cute anyway</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> So grateful to my mother in law for finding the costume</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> CHEESE!!! and look at the pizza in my mouth!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> What? Do I have something on my lip?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Mmmmmmm....pizza....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camden designed and carved his pumpkin completely on his own this year. He's very proud.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We are well into Fall around here. The leaves are turning brilliant colors of red, yellow, and orange. Soccer is FINALLY!!!!! over and our weekly schedules have normalized. The boys are all doing well. Aidan is still loving the violin. He told me tonight, "How come I feel happy after I play?" I love it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camden is doing really well in school. Parent-Teacher conferences are this upcoming week so we'll see if the boys' have been on their best behavior. ;) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wyatt is Wyatt. Gleefully mischievous, adorably sweet, and hilarious all at the same time. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tomorrow is Halloween, so be prepared for many more pictures to clog up in the internet. It will be well documented. G'Night!</span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-67623551134798656302011-10-21T12:28:00.002-04:002011-10-21T12:38:14.058-04:00Handsome boys and one hot Gma!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oJ5m-4k1azvQahQ9GR15BowqCN2sND0auQA9TR01tau5spXWshAu5pqKtfGeVDu8DEiEAI6cF8qn9GjYGAPnvOCozvGVd5IzAly2W-TST1hhs19YGcsV8ainfWyM4356sn7KZg/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oJ5m-4k1azvQahQ9GR15BowqCN2sND0auQA9TR01tau5spXWshAu5pqKtfGeVDu8DEiEAI6cF8qn9GjYGAPnvOCozvGVd5IzAly2W-TST1hhs19YGcsV8ainfWyM4356sn7KZg/s400/IMG_0238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665984163897685170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Boys on the bumper cars at the T-County Fair. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEXxsH87xQUrxwtkO2CdPnMeRrJ-0jpDpilAK2OCuGkXOW1AKb5gsNzhIpKpa259pCJh6fKNuTGAi6oxz3UujCNbRa1QNgk8srCmvpt8ipHIQvvdOTIrksuCA2Y58WaEw1JvrGA/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEXxsH87xQUrxwtkO2CdPnMeRrJ-0jpDpilAK2OCuGkXOW1AKb5gsNzhIpKpa259pCJh6fKNuTGAi6oxz3UujCNbRa1QNgk8srCmvpt8ipHIQvvdOTIrksuCA2Y58WaEw1JvrGA/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665984151131958418" /></a>This is Wyatt on the day he had his hernia repaired. They have them put on these little scrubs and play while waiting their turn. It was so cute but heartwrenching at the same time to see these little baby's in hospital garb.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcbm3WGlZvv99kGwwM8SmsQoFGipzAqv-VrIWgKBwabHXk4Q8gS-XeKbL89qLjdrUpo35GVV-uuIf9xbarv-EuYgEjG2MmABVQHqkCLq0RhIwxijskI2K-uz3-h2QG0bS2J9oGQ/s1600/_DSC0249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcbm3WGlZvv99kGwwM8SmsQoFGipzAqv-VrIWgKBwabHXk4Q8gS-XeKbL89qLjdrUpo35GVV-uuIf9xbarv-EuYgEjG2MmABVQHqkCLq0RhIwxijskI2K-uz3-h2QG0bS2J9oGQ/s400/_DSC0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665984145342116722" /></a>Aidan lost his first tooth a few weeks ago, which was closely followed by his second one. He was so scared to have his first one pulled that he wouldn't wiggle it or let me touch it. Finally, when it could lay horizontally, he bit into a cheerio and out it came! He was more confident of his abilities with the second tooth and worked on it with his tongue and pulled it out himself. We're so proud! hahaha</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2h_4ymlUKhFYWmZu4upmvKioVano9Hb6h74aU7btUIGyR8XnZZi-eoH7vjyyJjAs8eBN6orp-shqRByMvGT9BI4RDTW0uycg4U7sL78-qid03GbOl_kIXYXP3yBdtvBohlzQamQ/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2h_4ymlUKhFYWmZu4upmvKioVano9Hb6h74aU7btUIGyR8XnZZi-eoH7vjyyJjAs8eBN6orp-shqRByMvGT9BI4RDTW0uycg4U7sL78-qid03GbOl_kIXYXP3yBdtvBohlzQamQ/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665984141716117666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This picture was taken at the beginning of August when I flew home with Wyatt to attend my Gpa.'s funeral and my sister's birth of her second son. Aren't they cute together?!</div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-84059374253574815922011-08-02T08:49:00.003-04:002011-08-02T09:06:12.605-04:00Camden George SpringerMy Camden-man was the most perfect baby. He never had ear infections or was allergic to milk. He slept through the night at four months, would make me laugh until my cheeks hurt, and was the biggest cuddle bug in the entire world. <div><br /></div><div>He is also so beautiful...but I may have a mother's bias on that one. He is so loving and helpful to me around the house. He loves connecting with Nate through sports, ie golfing, playing soccer, watching soccer on t.v., playing FIFA World Cup Soccer on the Wii, etc. He definitely shows love through service. He is always doing secretive little nice things for us. When Nate's parents come spend the night, he'll leave a chocolate on their pillows like at a hotel. </div><div><br /></div><div>Camden is also amazing with Wyatt. He plays with him and entertains him and can get him out of his crib for me in the morning. ... He was gone for a whole week in July and I realized how much I relied on him to help me out. And he never complains about it either. </div><div><br /></div><div>Camden loves playing with friends. He has to be doing something all the time but he's also a great reader and can sit for hours immersed in a great story. He's read all 7 Harry Potter's, almost all Roald Dahl's concoctions, and is now on the Redwall series. It's actually been a little tough finding books for him to read because while he's only going into 3rd grade; he reads at a 7th grade level but older books can contain mature elements that I don't want him exposed to yet. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe I'm the mother of a nine year old! I can't believe I'm that old and I can't believe how fast the years have flown by that my sweet first born has turned into a true blue boy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Camden we are so proud of you for being such a good person. You taught me how to love someone so unconditionally and so fully that my heart has wanted to burst. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday!</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-74766156167458773962011-08-01T09:04:00.003-04:002011-08-01T10:32:34.253-04:00Camden is 9 today!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6CJSXpJftRVwnqLGmOqvGxX0VNNv-c-AbVyGCvyFOXSQtGdGxfhz2JhvmJacdoTXmFFzJBWjdNah1Y-vN8aKl-POr3tErZg4Dyj6QjZiOjo4Oe6L_98YaGXn8yD7AndRc-8rLw/s1600/10-14-02+0009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6CJSXpJftRVwnqLGmOqvGxX0VNNv-c-AbVyGCvyFOXSQtGdGxfhz2JhvmJacdoTXmFFzJBWjdNah1Y-vN8aKl-POr3tErZg4Dyj6QjZiOjo4Oe6L_98YaGXn8yD7AndRc-8rLw/s400/10-14-02+0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635875927336601842" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVPWDKjzq8Pei-MuheRxeK9gXIu5PNscWD833ufybdCHY833ja93sD4GBCMjdPPHBWWsl2T2qvbJomduhF79vHBqrOAGiv2sTWGCqR-H3c46SCVABztzvO8jF4YXpdyW6LNh3Vw/s1600/10-18-02+0010008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnYfAPtMnGaG4ev0zlPKPMkt8HwWie7C42osOvt292FU-M4WgUu9ZMPl30pgftgBnjbuhLk6YgUZcyJxcwW0V3zTyWocY502nvle9d9M7V_F79MUQGYg8dhnCwhHRtZtu9l4Ybg/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635874681224388018" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-3253635169208671702011-05-04T08:43:00.004-04:002011-05-04T09:14:12.040-04:00Playing catch up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbLK_gn4DY70zNiGwSh8LELTkept3Rm_7U1twOfZCXOLqD_kREDJCzKt0epqutHO0l1fAgi9odFwIbzrWnBoBjiSxD7Fb2MRCeWVO9F3wXhONCkVv9bUWLAwE4AoGpWDkjkAqhQ/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbLK_gn4DY70zNiGwSh8LELTkept3Rm_7U1twOfZCXOLqD_kREDJCzKt0epqutHO0l1fAgi9odFwIbzrWnBoBjiSxD7Fb2MRCeWVO9F3wXhONCkVv9bUWLAwE4AoGpWDkjkAqhQ/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602848250262660754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisE8Cejwkb31xy4M93NNjlFUyaE2SwdcClRg1P-RazasrT5hHvtBqykuaXlDQhrdo9O6AulENCD2PWBhl1vOGzdcuWl4njwUXVry42yncmdVhT-2FNxplDsiRAh-uKf693zqP6jg/s1600/IMG_1825.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQoVAJCsxu1V2NLXUrjyjVDgUg7FI2OaKxzRbfjRBRJeLKFwQahyphenhyphenLOVMic73dWWp4J3VWFnoCxT2CofDSZ0quvdJiPVYUMIelseN7PhqkAmnHE_yhmELQEwiVU4oIhFxk_dpKtQ/s400/IMG_1820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602848236291672210" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMAD7Vi9Nk1CnQEqPg31RLIKiyN9EyNZuO8EvQFkZroDxREaGqUEr3X1s2Exl7uH0S2p56laCq6IhZrlbEoJfLUMcECTz0R_fNC_42xgCZqg20sJ_wXw-4IgUZoJ9ZYpJz2ai6A/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMAD7Vi9Nk1CnQEqPg31RLIKiyN9EyNZuO8EvQFkZroDxREaGqUEr3X1s2Exl7uH0S2p56laCq6IhZrlbEoJfLUMcECTz0R_fNC_42xgCZqg20sJ_wXw-4IgUZoJ9ZYpJz2ai6A/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602848233871961410" /></a><br />In the past month, I feel like every day last forever yet flies by at the same time. Since my last post about Wyatt's birthday, nothing extrordinary has happened. No fun trips or parties. Just the everyday mundane tasks of doctor appointments, trying to clean my house before Watt systematically destroys it, being a referee and a nurse. <div><br /></div><div>My poor Aidan had his tonsils removed, had his adenoids removed for the second time, and had his third set of ear tubes place. He was never sick because of his adenoids or tonsils but he had sleep apnea because at night they would block his nasal passage and airway. His recovery at the surgical center was less than ideal. He just gets sick from the anesthesia and it honestly broke my heart. He would mew, "Moooommmmy! It huuuuurts!" It was all I could do from sobbing. Watching my little one in pain and confusion made me feel completely helpless and raw because I couldn't help him. I could encourage him to take his tylenol and drink sprite but I couldn't make his pain go away or make him understand that this moment was only temporary. </div><div><br /></div><div>He kept throwing up throughout the day because of the anesthetic but he really didn't have much pain once he was home. Now we're just dealing with constipation issues from,....can you guess? The Anesthetic!! Good times. Poor guy. He's nauseous and acting puny. I'm pumping him full of apple juice, gummy fibers, miralax, and as much liquid as possible. I'm afraid he's going to explode once he does have a bowel movement, but hopefully he'll feel better afterwards.</div><div><br /></div><div>On top of a sick boy, there's just the day to day stuff of sporting events and piano lessons for Camden, dance lessons and soccer for Cohen, and violin lessons and soccer for Aidan. Phew! </div><div><br /></div><div>My sister has been gone for 10 days, and is coming home tonite thank goodness, so I've had four boys terrorizing my house and I am ready for a break. Nate and I go to Chicago for two days on the 13th and I am counting down the days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wyatt is still not walking but we are expecting it any day. He cruises along furniture and walls like a pro and crawls as fast as lightening. </div><div><br /></div><div>Our one point of big news is that we are thiiiiiis close to putting an offer in on a house. I'll post pics and details as they are forthcoming but this time next month we could be moving!! YIKES!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-33020857292333825482011-03-31T10:15:00.003-04:002011-03-31T10:41:06.446-04:00Someone had a birthday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivx7gsl2sxzn-UAoAlANHm_OesOAU13ir8zIzEs4zhlFuSx5kf_thMgu_k6ahU-iIwhyphenhyphenlYyuIemrN84WDCMMpIdeh4d7z-wLpPq5OQ82hMrDXThWCBJvKRuMt32U04mYUuklw3Fg/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivx7gsl2sxzn-UAoAlANHm_OesOAU13ir8zIzEs4zhlFuSx5kf_thMgu_k6ahU-iIwhyphenhyphenlYyuIemrN84WDCMMpIdeh4d7z-wLpPq5OQ82hMrDXThWCBJvKRuMt32U04mYUuklw3Fg/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590253579838599874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTr0SRADLrdMMYK1WD3qm1uU8nPeElHIM5rk_6a_7MJ1vegxdpQRUYhFj6M-vM_BtUHY0KoxvDmx5SFJRG-m869hO_h8kez6dtwawMX9sB6UuMi-Exon4XzzQUKn7RYI_b07VUg/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Dg5U8jkhhvAIL6RG5FzBZK7TmxgEGUfAKB7LirOI8OxA32FMOy-SqJrql1whE1nHn5NVYH4FVLm50SnGoW31Fv-FyINnoiBhgONdx8fmPT9S0oJbRBjKNVyxeHVLM80L-lZBzQ/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248924663388578" border="0" /></a>Yiippppeeee!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YE4R13JGWiBmveKUbD8Tcx9Q06r1wxndFWw2cuGK4xsKh_0vT98XBXOfKW04A7_KKP7s-UMV9DAFJGcrZ0MjQTjZbljh8iZZ03kEbzdWV1llNwceKTJLShZ8SfM4dnhBQAhpVA/s1600/DSC_0064+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YE4R13JGWiBmveKUbD8Tcx9Q06r1wxndFWw2cuGK4xsKh_0vT98XBXOfKW04A7_KKP7s-UMV9DAFJGcrZ0MjQTjZbljh8iZZ03kEbzdWV1llNwceKTJLShZ8SfM4dnhBQAhpVA/s400/DSC_0064+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248917615141250" border="0" /></a>He was so excited by the presents<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZO3ySLp8FaG3ezYFIsjZfKhfp9eQ76B5sflYnA5O15jCvITDsrq4xmsg9hepvALT70FqvnbyO2NdtfIDljF7nqX-xq_eVq8syHgisk6XYg8XCkwAagP1zsC-RPlcFe2FyfWhtg/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZO3ySLp8FaG3ezYFIsjZfKhfp9eQ76B5sflYnA5O15jCvITDsrq4xmsg9hepvALT70FqvnbyO2NdtfIDljF7nqX-xq_eVq8syHgisk6XYg8XCkwAagP1zsC-RPlcFe2FyfWhtg/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248912938525874" border="0" /></a>Just waking up from a nap<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvBc2Q1hzR6krmQW9tRocWvswOkPPq8beVFhd3Yyr_c5BmaatUDh4Qg5r5-fDzV_uAQmdttdiKZxZRX3K7e6vIVExi-odh90EcHffZWEOkdZqNinGUZtEDiCF8xlw9ethv_mAiQ/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvBc2Q1hzR6krmQW9tRocWvswOkPPq8beVFhd3Yyr_c5BmaatUDh4Qg5r5-fDzV_uAQmdttdiKZxZRX3K7e6vIVExi-odh90EcHffZWEOkdZqNinGUZtEDiCF8xlw9ethv_mAiQ/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248907969266130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pre-birthday nap. He was so tired he didn't even wake up with all of the noise. I should have noticed the signs. He woke up the next day with a green goopy nose and eyes. Now he has a double ear infection...happy birthday Wyatt!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0Q2O0xc3ef3aG6oce0H5ZLTLTRFSOnrmKllKLCGxAJpBHcjW5fNkC4HyukUjEZXIFAgq_Q9xgFsiG1ya0iUF3RgjDgvFoTMZRvGwB0BqVq_THQXRAAsCQwd8rY7-v-9w7P9YJw/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0Q2O0xc3ef3aG6oce0H5ZLTLTRFSOnrmKllKLCGxAJpBHcjW5fNkC4HyukUjEZXIFAgq_Q9xgFsiG1ya0iUF3RgjDgvFoTMZRvGwB0BqVq_THQXRAAsCQwd8rY7-v-9w7P9YJw/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590248902380548082" border="0" /></a>Monkey bday cake made by Nate's mom.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0Q2O0xc3ef3aG6oce0H5ZLTLTRFSOnrmKllKLCGxAJpBHcjW5fNkC4HyukUjEZXIFAgq_Q9xgFsiG1ya0iUF3RgjDgvFoTMZRvGwB0BqVq_THQXRAAsCQwd8rY7-v-9w7P9YJw/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><br /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-21906901025523910762011-02-26T19:23:00.001-05:002011-02-26T19:23:46.334-05:00Psssst!It's my burfday!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-25517446060873114962011-02-11T07:24:00.005-05:002011-02-15T08:46:41.788-05:00mini update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQViQb7WZgmCN6WidF73bnNxmF_Np_rY6Q7H7su96lu3bhsN0edFEQ78nzJTjr9YVWgkGoiqSnhV1yhm8ukZopDPGYfiUGCc13qPDfMjD7E0jXZ1NbbYGERHs436C_NioIR9ZWA/s1600/IMG_1703.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQViQb7WZgmCN6WidF73bnNxmF_Np_rY6Q7H7su96lu3bhsN0edFEQ78nzJTjr9YVWgkGoiqSnhV1yhm8ukZopDPGYfiUGCc13qPDfMjD7E0jXZ1NbbYGERHs436C_NioIR9ZWA/s400/IMG_1703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572408259819282594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1f3NSg8jvP5-619LYwTJKweNEUz6Z2STERqNu7PcWvtu0kSinkQFz9M9zcFGQETV6kJqAvwixbri9Xmskv6nXUbokyXPe585FC4YtrO7zoA678zHbdukNB3kn0Cxtj1iKuLiMg/s1600/IMG_1704.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1f3NSg8jvP5-619LYwTJKweNEUz6Z2STERqNu7PcWvtu0kSinkQFz9M9zcFGQETV6kJqAvwixbri9Xmskv6nXUbokyXPe585FC4YtrO7zoA678zHbdukNB3kn0Cxtj1iKuLiMg/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572408253243500914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQuGjyHHVXV9jUBUwj2kvWXghlQbY3Y7YnJI_Cglu3Q1Z9K44pTZOimlyRiSLqfpzQ2ctR4jMe0l3sHhwEih7QfY6ZIigIqqtZ0h7W43yGyVf873JV3jAyD-egKEIB0GgFQFpGA/s1600/IMG_1693.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQuGjyHHVXV9jUBUwj2kvWXghlQbY3Y7YnJI_Cglu3Q1Z9K44pTZOimlyRiSLqfpzQ2ctR4jMe0l3sHhwEih7QfY6ZIigIqqtZ0h7W43yGyVf873JV3jAyD-egKEIB0GgFQFpGA/s400/IMG_1693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572408248947436050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTh20VuVBKvBpe62L2YPxqDUukI2cBl7ZZTfLYWlAEiLH05v-eHtflm_JPWOqFhyMOXWKFgY9m8DBgEdRZ5FnggdB06UgRlb3CgLPZghYJF82-_D7CxIT_3LMiE02oNgs7axZlAg/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTh20VuVBKvBpe62L2YPxqDUukI2cBl7ZZTfLYWlAEiLH05v-eHtflm_JPWOqFhyMOXWKFgY9m8DBgEdRZ5FnggdB06UgRlb3CgLPZghYJF82-_D7CxIT_3LMiE02oNgs7axZlAg/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572408247293513298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6GerMxLpAxrrMeRH2PRo7Q4fnGl2kETZWqnrJIN8GPS-W3VnFnlUNwtQzKxydWgd_mtbzquWjLo7-Q9LYz7K2FI6E28vi4kJxB1AFOumUKXkZi3fzAxMdrkgXyChb9PpCoBm-g/s1600/IMG_1733.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6GerMxLpAxrrMeRH2PRo7Q4fnGl2kETZWqnrJIN8GPS-W3VnFnlUNwtQzKxydWgd_mtbzquWjLo7-Q9LYz7K2FI6E28vi4kJxB1AFOumUKXkZi3fzAxMdrkgXyChb9PpCoBm-g/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572408244134098242" border="0" /></a><br />Hello Blogging world! I'm tired. Sleepy really. Since January 3rd I have been dragging my saggy butt out of bed and going to work out at 5:30am EVERY morning. Good news is that my butt isn't so saggy anymore; bad news is I don't get to take naps during the day and sometimes I'm so tired I start slurring my words...should I be driving?<br /><br />My sweet nephew Cohen and my favoritist sister have come for a long visit and it's been really nice. Having another adult in the house with me keeps me sane. This long, cold Ohio winter thing is for the birds and I was feeling pretty claustrophobic in my little house but adding more people to our living space has some how made it feel bigger.<br /><br />Camden received straight A's on his last report card, Aidan is still loving preschool and violin, and Wyatt is just a stinker who tries to get into everything he knows he shouldn't. And while I tell him "no!" or "don't touch" he just pauses long enough to give me the sweetest, slyest smile in the world and then proceeds to turn off the computer, or pull out the dvd player, or rummage through the fridge, or unroll the toilet paper...etc. The list could go on and on. He's so cute though, he melts my heart.<br /><br />Oh, and just for posterity's sake, at 10 months Wyatt weighed 22 1/4 lbs and was 31 inches long.<br /><br />Nate has entered the technological age and purchased a new iphone yesterday. I however, am stuck in the dark ages with my palm centro...I kid. I'm fine with my phone. I don't really need it for anything other than making calls and texting so I'm okay.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-83618820901030064962011-01-25T09:44:00.004-05:002011-01-25T10:59:51.202-05:00Mommy's Little Punk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJVnyjP4-P5VCPX27qDIBkt0F-jjILjE6WPwweQVN7YnAzqCS4SPwqGJk7EkpKd52QDYrRU5ZdN8Y7dxyPhIoGFFqy5Sji7ur6WFh_8Gx_KL1wJjnFk7ghv14N_HFsPpi5MIcfg/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJVnyjP4-P5VCPX27qDIBkt0F-jjILjE6WPwweQVN7YnAzqCS4SPwqGJk7EkpKd52QDYrRU5ZdN8Y7dxyPhIoGFFqy5Sji7ur6WFh_8Gx_KL1wJjnFk7ghv14N_HFsPpi5MIcfg/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566153725886924258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeylV-iFbqXii-wivqRciomrhx1vvOlGBoM4O67k1A3asrNHhOaNSi3u0-erFkfS77fOvHNKvAPH9aDIlegqIzVwMjTcUeJhw8DogqcJVytH01X0cVncoR29vg9-yE3iHOuhl5Q/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeylV-iFbqXii-wivqRciomrhx1vvOlGBoM4O67k1A3asrNHhOaNSi3u0-erFkfS77fOvHNKvAPH9aDIlegqIzVwMjTcUeJhw8DogqcJVytH01X0cVncoR29vg9-yE3iHOuhl5Q/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566153719796412130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJa7O47CW09gto7yK60fMSidnPogR6RZQ9D1cqUwV_h3SEIB6nt3BGEVRoz16gX1Mu-2cPSvb_rI0muund9LKquz3Y5is1KXkF-jxNvrAQLQ5gAgjqHILOF0S8jAKkbrhv9gAOw/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHP7_UELX69OSqiZHlX7iBllRHx2QXyU3P1gYeD0nTvDaJwhX1IOYOSJxDfL1_oyuubu4icJzf93zFPOGUeG2t0jJON1egJ7lRAP3FAMhjXM1gQ5LvG6_jZZwokrMJsnzVKRER6A/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHP7_UELX69OSqiZHlX7iBllRHx2QXyU3P1gYeD0nTvDaJwhX1IOYOSJxDfL1_oyuubu4icJzf93zFPOGUeG2t0jJON1egJ7lRAP3FAMhjXM1gQ5LvG6_jZZwokrMJsnzVKRER6A/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566137462045514466" border="0" /></a><br />Wyatt is a complicated baby. He is so beautiful and makes the best scrunchy faces, along with some pouty-lip lamaze breathing sounds...get that? He's crawling like a fiend and pulls himself up on everything...I mean e.ver.y.thing. It's actually kinda annoying. But then he smiles at me or crawls over and pulls on my pant leg wanting to be picked up and I've forgiven him. Until he does whatever thing again.<br /><br />This morning I was enjoying a rare snuggle moment with him. He had his little arm wrapped around my neck and was squishing his cheek next to mine. Then he turned his cute little mouth towards me and proceeded to "kiss" (aka slobber) my cheek...or so I thought. Until I felt kinda sticky and realized that he was just using me as a human tissue to wipe the snot off of his face. awesome.<br /><br />We finally found a baby gate that works at the top of the stairs so I don't feel paranoid about him tumbling to his death but now I just have to make sure he doesn't go under the computer to unplug it OR push the speakers off the entertainment center, that last one is his favorite past time. he thinks it's a game. lovely. OR licking the bottom of any shoe that he can find OR crawling into the bathroom and licking the base of the toilet. ewwww! The older boys now call the toilet Wyatt's girlfriend cuz he's always trying to kiss it. nice.<br /><br />He's just a little stinker, who's become quite a handful, and has the ability to melt my heart in .2 milliseconds. Basically, he's perfect.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-35112533156614225202011-01-06T16:33:00.004-05:002011-01-06T17:49:47.625-05:00Christmas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWgGDP5UYfhMrK_mhtiPBvecoJ74Vhjb4rjuN1QPNUbbBXUo8U1gFQKb1DnzP-6SzrtT8DBdqE8gIlg5NdFdzgjrFjzhgSH9hQvUKQsioBlgBwmj5e2HyeRN_OKb2ikYzf-cr2A/s1600/IMG_1626.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWgGDP5UYfhMrK_mhtiPBvecoJ74Vhjb4rjuN1QPNUbbBXUo8U1gFQKb1DnzP-6SzrtT8DBdqE8gIlg5NdFdzgjrFjzhgSH9hQvUKQsioBlgBwmj5e2HyeRN_OKb2ikYzf-cr2A/s400/IMG_1626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559207771719599810" border="0" /></a>Camden went skiing at Snow Trails with Nate. Well, Nate skied and Camden snowboarded..ded..<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHCuNfFBWKiHLZqXDVk4eK3rXopf2wvrTLwVt5jqsrm5wGsOksC134NfmplTGseYJe2atIJqy4dZbeHW40TyMxRqXKCNP6opQN9Ko5RAKlcquPe-totOYntRjeGp-rvkWB_zrmw/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHCuNfFBWKiHLZqXDVk4eK3rXopf2wvrTLwVt5jqsrm5wGsOksC134NfmplTGseYJe2atIJqy4dZbeHW40TyMxRqXKCNP6opQN9Ko5RAKlcquPe-totOYntRjeGp-rvkWB_zrmw/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559207770206441346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzINY8bO2v8oAVe5pfE4kf-ihiVBi5Z7PM09wsNNbgm5GlAEHaqFoP3fG0ITw_vVFsQd5Xf388Ax1a3d94Jawe3_tSOk5k6hzjswLGjVubw34zZUboVo4GT30GacHDW6x2WnzkQ/s1600/IMG_1617.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzINY8bO2v8oAVe5pfE4kf-ihiVBi5Z7PM09wsNNbgm5GlAEHaqFoP3fG0ITw_vVFsQd5Xf388Ax1a3d94Jawe3_tSOk5k6hzjswLGjVubw34zZUboVo4GT30GacHDW6x2WnzkQ/s400/IMG_1617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559207767376651442" border="0" /></a>Wyatt, Wyatt...always a ham in the bathtub<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5Hfyv34ul8NjNTSvWPxNbadiZhoWfYvWfsdE_ZGct2w9r3DeHARdlm-iasBYPfbO47AsF3W5NYRDEnG4Ue86fa-iLfcbia0-slGOjlLCHjREljqecSxfp7TxT98GdSrTQDJc4Q/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5Hfyv34ul8NjNTSvWPxNbadiZhoWfYvWfsdE_ZGct2w9r3DeHARdlm-iasBYPfbO47AsF3W5NYRDEnG4Ue86fa-iLfcbia0-slGOjlLCHjREljqecSxfp7TxT98GdSrTQDJc4Q/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559207761624122962" border="0" /></a>Camden on Christmas morning with Uncle Jeremy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7OmDmmrpN5h57GG6Jk2Z4IU5EBvNaSzOzTQ0idqsrWnprFDVFpqciQ-YmNoWPY3eAG1nBG7P6fEaidDABIZG0sDgew5qNens7QQbEb4zg0oiBJJQMWgZPaqBQR50hTvw15kr1g/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7OmDmmrpN5h57GG6Jk2Z4IU5EBvNaSzOzTQ0idqsrWnprFDVFpqciQ-YmNoWPY3eAG1nBG7P6fEaidDABIZG0sDgew5qNens7QQbEb4zg0oiBJJQMWgZPaqBQR50hTvw15kr1g/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559205454148202098" border="0" /></a>Love this pic of him!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAi6Lt1gDq2zNUrP_2bpnOPojOEKW97r0IrApNY91yWKHX8teHSgyIDePPWkmTaTb-y5VMPVt-TMxJ_KpT5s1RQl8_9ChtvOQlAFone7Zzl2aSVZjPThrsHimEdt7om8HfaGtlQ/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAi6Lt1gDq2zNUrP_2bpnOPojOEKW97r0IrApNY91yWKHX8teHSgyIDePPWkmTaTb-y5VMPVt-TMxJ_KpT5s1RQl8_9ChtvOQlAFone7Zzl2aSVZjPThrsHimEdt7om8HfaGtlQ/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559205453281090562" border="0" /></a>Scrunchy face!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdaT96PWTQ-VcXSklef8kyFj6CWn61LZY-5Ey_RbdgeC5pxX1LW09-YYnAXhXfcu-9vlGpxiBEQNxhJVjQvIZ5ArOk523vDf-Lq5hgaVMEF36T3oqmQGVfg3fAPx_5lMTpI8h6YQ/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI97tzBqaZqv0vXX0X0alqQ6Fp9qBAU0z2NzBbXDvb_GVlRY9eA_BmRIYsql9mEtdEzbVbmby1T3Dbv0oSolDn07gzpOUpnhIv94vUIBCKImGp4osuLxonvLyphVfRt4V4Co4neA/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI97tzBqaZqv0vXX0X0alqQ6Fp9qBAU0z2NzBbXDvb_GVlRY9eA_BmRIYsql9mEtdEzbVbmby1T3Dbv0oSolDn07gzpOUpnhIv94vUIBCKImGp4osuLxonvLyphVfRt4V4Co4neA/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559205442157810370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeDJxZlY7D6QdwXni55MHrw25Ksi8dy7DNRZjP30RVi-XKcHTWaPyGp9ZIDtSRdmL5ITv3zlZunOqHdAerdo-EVYiC9UtuxOh-eVfTgxkuA8lduRxIJYGqfzwk_ioGpmX67ZyEA/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeDJxZlY7D6QdwXni55MHrw25Ksi8dy7DNRZjP30RVi-XKcHTWaPyGp9ZIDtSRdmL5ITv3zlZunOqHdAerdo-EVYiC9UtuxOh-eVfTgxkuA8lduRxIJYGqfzwk_ioGpmX67ZyEA/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559205440082667826" border="0" /></a>HO! HO! HO! Merry Christmas!<br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-30297603530922847622010-12-11T22:26:00.003-05:002010-12-11T22:44:59.361-05:00Mary, did you know?I'm tired. Really tired. And maybe that's why I am about to be all sentimental and mushy but if you're still reading, at least you've been warned.<br /><br />At this time of year, as a Christian, I celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. I believe that He was and is the Son of God, who came to the earth to be the Savior of the world. There are many carols and poems commemorating His birth and one person always stands out to me more than anyone.<br /><br />Mary.<br /><br />Being a mom. Of three boys. Having an eight month old. Knowing the trials, aches, joys, and amazingness that is being pregnant. And yes, I just made up that word ;) I think of Mary being pregnant for nine months. Of her being engaged to Joseph, becoming pregnant with the Son of God, and having to deal with all of those persecutions. I think of her riding a donkey, nine months pregnant, to Bethlehem and then being turned away from every inn because there was no room.<br /><br />She gave birth in a stable, with animals as witnesses. If I may be so bold as to relate to her at all, I can imagine that she was scared but excited to be a mother. I imagine her holding her newborn son and marveling at his perfection. I imagine Mary counting all of his fingers and toes, tracing the curve of his ear, and gazing into his tiny blue eyes. I imagine she wept for joy and relief and because she just instantly fell in love with a little person that now had her heart.<br /><br />Did Mary know what would happen to that baby? If she did, how, oh how, did she go on? Did she know of the trials he would face? Of the cruel things that would be said and done to him? Did she know, at that time, what horrible wickedness would influence men to crucify her son? I can't imagine how I would cope, go on, not fall into absolute despair if I knew on the day that my baby was born that he would suffer all of those things in the future.<br /><br />So I pretend, because I can, that she didn't know. That she could just enjoy her child. That she could enjoy her future children and look forward to many more miracles of being pregnant and giving birth. I pretend, because we don't have any written documentation of her thoughts and feelings. I pretend because as a mother, I can't imagine knowing the fate of my baby, my heart and soul; I can't imagine knowing that.<br /><br />Whether she knew or not, no one can say. I'm sure there could be speculation forever. But at Christmastime I remember Mary. I remember a young mother, like myself, who was chosen by God to be trusted with raising His son. I imagine a woman with the strength of character, the trust of God, and the love of a mother to be able to bear the joy and burden of being Christ's mother. I honor her. I remember her. And my heart aches for her.<br /><br />I know her story on earth is over. She is probably not revisiting any pain as I ponder upon these thoughts. Would I be so brave as Mary?Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-544879087638758942010-12-11T14:31:00.004-05:002010-12-11T15:22:02.199-05:00Pictures, Pictures, PicturesWyatt loves to play with the wipe's container. Isn't he adorable?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij923XbYJehiOqq6VfT8mAsdXRs50LnIBPguLKs2QaDliGqlI9gOVpBjvtj1jd-A-FF7MA5t-x1nRuwmFFnql5sfwXSipYpueshA4lXSMFPa-VK6xjid6M6jbItvCBu7-F6wddbg/s1600/IMG_1548.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij923XbYJehiOqq6VfT8mAsdXRs50LnIBPguLKs2QaDliGqlI9gOVpBjvtj1jd-A-FF7MA5t-x1nRuwmFFnql5sfwXSipYpueshA4lXSMFPa-VK6xjid6M6jbItvCBu7-F6wddbg/s400/IMG_1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549518432049469106" border="0" /></a>I gave him a waffle to munch on. He had fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnp4n1JxraXKNuAO_eTkvw4J_8DYiTcz1B6Bum6J9_VehaLyzI78RmAazuueuR5DNXjM9gyddKlWNVmndcEHmDjAl5oQx3vyX6f7KlZ33ggHOjfiuY3H_YzFIBaBaVxpHkdtxC-w/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnp4n1JxraXKNuAO_eTkvw4J_8DYiTcz1B6Bum6J9_VehaLyzI78RmAazuueuR5DNXjM9gyddKlWNVmndcEHmDjAl5oQx3vyX6f7KlZ33ggHOjfiuY3H_YzFIBaBaVxpHkdtxC-w/s400/IMG_1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549518422579802050" border="0" /></a>Playing dad's ipod on Saturday morning.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBU8snLYN_UdDFOPPdJCFqJ1RKYQyKl0f3CEP05w2p93jpSNo1Tjc_u2d2Xs5509GqMBPKaaAQT_1VtWA382KOQaWNak5tHseyGmA8lTPTKixb7FzZ5j1e0QG3AuD60hEoPPNEQ/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBU8snLYN_UdDFOPPdJCFqJ1RKYQyKl0f3CEP05w2p93jpSNo1Tjc_u2d2Xs5509GqMBPKaaAQT_1VtWA382KOQaWNak5tHseyGmA8lTPTKixb7FzZ5j1e0QG3AuD60hEoPPNEQ/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549518415560532466" border="0" /></a>We were headed out to the Tuscarawas Philharmonic Concert. They had a juggler and acrobats there so now Adian associates all orchestras with the circus.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXxSHz8aw6TU-lZGo7-1sEp83zZdW_uPjZxq2C9asKadimrM1vCWBd43puFDeSMzQAPDUkZwjvoeMlQV5b_cxGFjwGLeldkBLp-MWSVPBaf5soPjImFpOpmjawDyh1K2R_JLdbw/s1600/IMG_1578.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXxSHz8aw6TU-lZGo7-1sEp83zZdW_uPjZxq2C9asKadimrM1vCWBd43puFDeSMzQAPDUkZwjvoeMlQV5b_cxGFjwGLeldkBLp-MWSVPBaf5soPjImFpOpmjawDyh1K2R_JLdbw/s400/IMG_1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549518409253008914" border="0" /></a>I had a hair disaster. Had it dyed three times this week. And now it's basically a bob.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXwIIkR5LfqEQlQdE5VGiT0FU8I9o3Ffly8UkLMQL5CeEtBjJNiesHi8xCK6s2uUPm7CopTXodBkYrNi7eYNOhnop1GxJmXBZ7SJ05aIrcqAoSj_MH-xhJm2t7sY5vA8gw15q5g/s1600/IMG_1602.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXwIIkR5LfqEQlQdE5VGiT0FU8I9o3Ffly8UkLMQL5CeEtBjJNiesHi8xCK6s2uUPm7CopTXodBkYrNi7eYNOhnop1GxJmXBZ7SJ05aIrcqAoSj_MH-xhJm2t7sY5vA8gw15q5g/s400/IMG_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549518407328838738" border="0" /></a>Camden adores Wyatt. And Wyatt gut laughs for no one else like he does for his oldest brother.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3j4SPolB1Oj6qdAdpjCaU2BkBDqB62J6N-Q3c1WbRTAI2rLI9ygwTMzTXPj4hjW4AFXsTNxlPobZAbSavYcL9HsFp_yEJZMOrHkFJQdFmYmtIJ4HLuw761UKxMAxEH1vFTbTjA/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3j4SPolB1Oj6qdAdpjCaU2BkBDqB62J6N-Q3c1WbRTAI2rLI9ygwTMzTXPj4hjW4AFXsTNxlPobZAbSavYcL9HsFp_yEJZMOrHkFJQdFmYmtIJ4HLuw761UKxMAxEH1vFTbTjA/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549511313975286834" border="0" /></a>I scored after Halloween and Aidan loves his ninja costume.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKG_lkWiJgDEtC8grRjEjOkd2VgqlZ-qrSbyY9_Ajv42F39oih70wz7l885DqNpgYD5bZnDbTR-jtq_Ofmju-3EI3cVoBPt8DUrFYa8Vf7lbEDxfV4lymHO0jAnUtU_gfK6mvRA/s1600/IMG_1554.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKG_lkWiJgDEtC8grRjEjOkd2VgqlZ-qrSbyY9_Ajv42F39oih70wz7l885DqNpgYD5bZnDbTR-jtq_Ofmju-3EI3cVoBPt8DUrFYa8Vf7lbEDxfV4lymHO0jAnUtU_gfK6mvRA/s400/IMG_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549511311781849698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcxByAEXslzkU_az4bvgjhLfLXCxlwnG2IrmrDAuM4ch2xtkSFRIpxPz0AIWhLCKmv87ETqU8aFie_zXNn572MU9i5mSehoM4BH5Zmjni8qp-ZASrPTD54QmFt9BM-PjWsnRFBA/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"><br /></a>Don't bother me, I'm eating.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7YY6X51iVts84MtwlHdndgEeNB58yCPN25U6KZpwEPF3h-jStVFFJV137NxDZorHPXO0IkXUzdCrgDiGMbjC0-bfhmMOgzx18Vc4UlgE3PHqmPv4WcnQkUOZmcgWbN7X1gO8lw/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7YY6X51iVts84MtwlHdndgEeNB58yCPN25U6KZpwEPF3h-jStVFFJV137NxDZorHPXO0IkXUzdCrgDiGMbjC0-bfhmMOgzx18Vc4UlgE3PHqmPv4WcnQkUOZmcgWbN7X1gO8lw/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549511303828592178" border="0" /></a>Me before hair disaster. What a cute little man I have!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbweoYU6dMAFvkx80oil40Oi2dh-ysyubnZHR8mSQty10hD9JS8jVx8zeGWvEGZ1Q6wtoNsF4G9R1qurjDZRmQ5gBcxnWjuKk8saYR76y2RnW7lbinWdjCA-Vh6EHtTILqEHWS3A/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbweoYU6dMAFvkx80oil40Oi2dh-ysyubnZHR8mSQty10hD9JS8jVx8zeGWvEGZ1Q6wtoNsF4G9R1qurjDZRmQ5gBcxnWjuKk8saYR76y2RnW7lbinWdjCA-Vh6EHtTILqEHWS3A/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549511296171617794" border="0" /></a><br />We do still exist. My children are still alive. And here's proof. oh, and I cut my hair. Not on purpose though. I went in for a trim and the girl hacked it and I had to go back in this morning and have it re-dyed and cut. So now I basically have a bob and brown hair. It was not pretty before, trust me! But now i have to grow it out again. :( On the other note, Wyatt has a sinus infection, Camden had the flu, I wake up at least once a night STILL with Wyatt, and I have bangs...hahahaEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-36886736790126253022010-11-29T09:07:00.002-05:002010-11-29T10:33:25.383-05:00Better late than never?November is almost gone...wow. This crazy year is almost over.<br /><br />I would be very irresponsible if I didn't add my thoughts on Thanksgiving...for posterity's sake at the very least. Over the Thanksgiving holiday Nate's parents came to visit for a few days and, for me, this is akin to a vacation. The boys ask them to fix them things, play soccer in the basement, read books, etc. And they do all of this willingly. Plus, Cal is an expert dishwasher while the wonderful Marianne is a whiz in the kitchen. So, yes, I, personally, had a very good holiday week.<br /><br />Oh, and we bought a used piano. Very cheap. So, my family and I have been very thankful.<br /><br />We have great family who loves us, serves us, enriches our lives with laughter, babysitting, and true love.<br /><br />We have a wonderful home, for another year anyway, that meets our needs and allows us the space to put a piano for the enjoyment of all.<br /><br />We have Wyatt. Oh this babe has captured everyone's heart. He's started rolling all around at about 6 1/2 months, sitting up like a pro at 7 1/2 months, he loves to eat real food, though he's finding it tricky on how to get it into his mouth once he has a hold of food. Wyatt also got his first tooth in this month and he started army crawling yesterday. So big month for the little man.<br /><br />Aidan started taking violin lessons and is doing very well. We went to the Tuscarawas Philharmonic Orchestra concert on Saturday night and Aidan's violin teacher was playing the cello in it, so that was fun for him to experience that. Plus they had a world-renowned juggler and acrobats there so that kept the boys' attention.<br /><br />I'm also grateful for yummy food, good friends, Nate's job and his boss, who is wonderful. We really have been blessed.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-17648519120451963972010-11-07T17:59:00.003-05:002010-11-07T18:30:59.991-05:00I was weakWhen we moved into our current ward and we had the obligatory new member meeting with the Bishop, and he asked me what callings I've held in the past. I plastered on a smile and said, "I've been a sunbeam teacher for the past eight years. ...and I would really like a different calling then that."<br /><br />Now, I think teaching in primary is very rewarding and a much needed calling. I dutifully served. But, after eight years and four wards, I felt that I REALLY needed a change. So on the July fourth weekend, I was called to be the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">YW</span> President!<br /><br />I was excited. Intimidated. So grateful. And clueless.<br /><br />Growing up, I wasn't really into the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">YW</span>/church thing. I'll just say that certain leaders and their attitudes really effected my desire to be part of that program. I didn't do personal progress. Basketball activities kept me away from mutual nights, and I was perfectly happy.<br /><br />Fast forward to me being the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">YW</span> president...I was innocent. I had no idea what New Beginnings was(a night every January to welcome the incoming girls in that year to young women), or what Young Women in Excellence was(a night to celebrate their personal progress achievement of the year), or how many meetings were required. ( A lot.)<br /><br />My typical fast Sunday, which was today, goes like this:<br />Wake up around 6:30am, (after having already woken up in the night with Wyatt at least once)<br /><br />Attend Ward Council at 7:30am for one hour<br /><br />Church starts at 9am, and I'm usually counting the number of girls in attendance to see who is missing, who needs to be picked up, looking for visitors or new families, etc.<br /><br />Most Sacrament meetings, I leave after the Sacrament has been passed to pick up some girls.<br /><br />During the second hour of church, I am usually making copies for lessons/activities/announcements, etc.<br /><br />Then the third hour is the golden hour. I teach every third week but open the meeting every week and make announcements and reminders. Today we met for opening exercises with the Relief Society, and then went back to our room.<br /><br />Sometimes I have Wyatt but mostly I don't, which is very helpful. (Thank you sweets!)<br /><br />Today, I stayed for two hours after church to set up the rooms for our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">YW</span> in Excellence program on Wednesday night. I have two amazing counselors who are so dependable and helpful. Love those ladies. I must say that the rooms look amazing and I hope the girls really appreciate all that is done for them.<br /><br />I came home, the last one to leave the church, and collapsed.<br /><br />At church, I hardly ever feel tired. I am so focused and my mind is trying to remember so many details and relationships. I'm in the zone.<br /><br />When I come home, it's like I'm a marionette and as soon as I walk into my living room, the puppeteer cuts my strings. I literally walked over to the couch, flopped down, and was out. I slept for two hours!<br /><br />Then there are Wednesday night activities to plan, meetings with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">YM</span> Presidency, Stake functions to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chaperon</span>, Temple trips to organize, etc.<br /><br />Not every Sunday starts with an early morning meeting, but some days I also have evening meetings with the youth and the Bishopric. But I have been recognizing the Lord's influence and power in my life.<br /><br />Being able to focus and take care of everyone and everything during the church block is a blessing. Having the energy and stamina to keep up with the requirements/demands/needs of this calling and the girls' was very overwhelming at first. Wyatt is only seven months old for goodness sake!<br /><br />But I love, love, love my Young Women. They are unique. They all have different strengths and weaknesses. Some have trials. But they come on Sundays willing to listen and learn and eager to be taught. I truly look forward every Sunday to being in their presence. I breathe in the essence of their youth. To be reminded of the excitement and drama of being a teenager.<br /><br />I may not have the best "resume" to be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">YW</span> leader or teacher, let alone a President but this calling has taught me that with God all things are possible. He makes weak things become strong. And by loving my girls, I am reminded of His love for them and for me. How precious we women are. We are His daughters. His. That makes everyone, no matter their life circumstance, a queen. A princess. Priceless.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-23307380212688346022010-11-05T10:21:00.003-04:002010-11-05T10:35:30.494-04:00It's Halloween!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTuKm7Btj4phgBvETHlSuj6xRd3gwhN_mw0w_KcbVNWRjd3NpI-dhEUkpl3q8g-8tRE4UgMtQr7r09SHF7Ve22T7MA9_ijNIfifGzo60bPSQyHGgZUkCG_Dd0SehMN_zCH51Rxw/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTuKm7Btj4phgBvETHlSuj6xRd3gwhN_mw0w_KcbVNWRjd3NpI-dhEUkpl3q8g-8tRE4UgMtQr7r09SHF7Ve22T7MA9_ijNIfifGzo60bPSQyHGgZUkCG_Dd0SehMN_zCH51Rxw/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071871975211586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhrDsEAwcppF61rB7Esa7IgQaLbFX3D6tTcWpKtFgp3vKFsZhOHvRjplcgQFDOwJ_mGb48sJEuzzP7CyXkFxdJhxFVFXoURMDU8BISgVgCoLcRj32V6-U9YX2hU14rIbg65JnxQ/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhrDsEAwcppF61rB7Esa7IgQaLbFX3D6tTcWpKtFgp3vKFsZhOHvRjplcgQFDOwJ_mGb48sJEuzzP7CyXkFxdJhxFVFXoURMDU8BISgVgCoLcRj32V6-U9YX2hU14rIbg65JnxQ/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071868410508306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiF_tJiWcB_u-Cdc3HOha_NVtOYjpBMF7cJsXENy3ALHbEIPZQEHCuojyFOxPtMvxnJYAoN88TyAczafn7Uuocrd4mvaQqSqjeyhzzGGKanHnsOzexxiBvHANbj0fMCOC8C_gEw/s1600/DSC_0002.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/AVvXsEgxiF_tJiWcB_u-Cdc3HOha_NVtOYjpBMF7cJsXENy3ALHbEIPZQEHCuojyFOxPtMvxnJYAoN88TyAczafn7Uuocrd4mvaQqSqjeyhzzGGKanHnsOzexxiBvHANbj0fMCOC8C_gEw/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071863230269634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b_NAMM5S8ez3jBg_yMKSoZiDCGhsaWypi17DZA1tKZIokYhl5XqXMEmLZzgUiBMSav2rJAmgy0xOlK5xws90FzA3VpP9dHsL7eV2wRQk5EpEYRTKR9U3KR1wSChDUEkhGKeC6Q/s1600/DSC_0007.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/AVvXsEi_b_NAMM5S8ez3jBg_yMKSoZiDCGhsaWypi17DZA1tKZIokYhl5XqXMEmLZzgUiBMSav2rJAmgy0xOlK5xws90FzA3VpP9dHsL7eV2wRQk5EpEYRTKR9U3KR1wSChDUEkhGKeC6Q/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071861250718834" border="0" /></a>Those pics pretty much sum up our Halloween. The boys each picked their costumes and we walked all over our neighborhood demanding candy from strangers. They made quite the haul.<br /><br />My kids are a little strange and they don't go crazy over candy. They keep their little pumpkin buckets in their room and never touch the stuff, unless they ask of course. We had to throw away most of their candy from last year. So this year, Nate made them a deal. They could pick 20 pieces of their favorite candy and then he would buy the rest from them for $3 each. That way, we won't have candy sitting around year after year and then Nathan gets to eat the rest of it. ;) win, win.<br /><br />Wyatt was relegated to sitting with daddy on the front steps to pass out candy in his cute pumpkin outfit.<br /><br />The carved squash masterpieces are courtesy of my artistic hubby who is a master with a dull, serrated pumpkin knife....and following a paper cut-out...haha. He does them every year and the kids love it.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27888350.post-55069381314565759082010-10-29T16:00:00.002-04:002010-10-29T16:17:26.640-04:00Where did October go?October is almost gone. Tomorrow night is trick-or-treating. I've been warned to expect mass hysteria. Apparently our neighborhood is a breeding machine and there are a lot of kids, and those kids bring their friends, and then some people come who don't even live here. ...gulp.<br /><br />As I was saying, Halloween is almost here, which means October will be over. We have two pumpkins on the front porch and some ghost stickers on our front door. That's it. We didn't do Halloween this year. It just was forgotten amidst swimming, soccer, piano, soccer, church stuff, and soccer. That's sad.<br /><br />For the first time I really feel like our extra-curricular activities are too much.<br /><br />In other news, Wyatt is now a rolling machine and daily knocks his noggin against something hard, causing him to wail. He seems more content though. No teeth yet but he's really good at rolling his "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">r's</span>". Not that he talks but he will be able to say, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rrrrrrufffles</span>, have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rrrrrridges</span>" really well when he's older. It's really cute. His tongue is quite talented. He's the only child who can curl his tongue and roll his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">r's</span>. Though Aidan is showing a great interest in speaking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">spanish</span> and he tries really hard to copy the accent. I think he'll get the whole trilling his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">r's</span> thing soon enough. Wyatt just beat him to it.<br /><br />Oh, and Wyatt is 7 months old today and he wears 18 month old clothes. oh help.<br /><br />Aidan is enjoying school immensely. He has become a pro at coloring within the lines though he still pushes the envelope with his creativity. There will be no box containing this child. For school, he was asked to color a paper feather like a turkey feather. Well, he colored that feather with gusto, staying within the lines, but he didn't want to do a turkey. He wanted to color a peacock feather instead. So, there was a big blue dot in the middle. No box for him, no sir.<br /><br />Camden is now officially a cub scout and selling popcorn as a fundraiser is right up his alley. This kid might be a salesman some day...or just really annoying....just kidding! He is so enthusiastic and fearless. He's never known fear. Shy is not a word in his dictionary.<br /><br />As for me...who me? I exist? I'm not sure sometimes. I feel like a live in a small country called "my home", where I am ruled by dictators and slave drivers...and I'm the one who created this environment in the first place! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sheesh</span>. Wyatt makes me laugh everyday. Aidan is pretty helpful around the house, Camden is doing great in school and sports and piano, and Nathan is still loving his job. I really can't complain...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>, maybe a little bit. I really need to invest in some more girl time. Date nights. and just alone time. grocery shopping by myself is heaven.<br /><br />Next up, November. With numerous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">YW</span> activities, school conferences, lessons galore, and a national holiday coming up...it promises to be a busy month.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812126346932658540noreply@blogger.com1