tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268850012024-02-28T02:03:47.713-06:00Living the Blessed Life"We will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD..." Ps. 78 4bEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-15063283537739896752012-11-22T23:01:00.000-06:002012-11-22T23:01:27.226-06:00Today I got the picture CD from my sister of Lain's birthday. It has only been three months, but I have loved reliving that precious day. Seriously, one of the greatest day of my life! I know it sounds crazy, but I have used the word "fun" often to describe Lain's birth - a day I couldn't have planned better and such a truly laid back and fun way to bring a person into the world.
It started off like a pretty normal Friday, because even though my body was tired and hurting like crazy we were still three weeks away from my due date. I went in for my weekly doctor's appointment and found out that things were pretty much the same, except that I/we had grown 4 centimeters in one week! I was actually kind of glad for the confirmation that what I had been thinking and feeling wasn't crazy and this baby was getting bigger fast! My doctor was on call that weekend, but said she didn't have anyone ready for labor, so I told her I hoped she got the weekend off. After a great appointment, Kasey and I took the kids to lunch and decided to take them to the outdoor back to school party at Let's Jump.
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Maelie and Henry were living it up, but Lorelai was not that impressed and I was hot and feeling huge so she and I decided to head home early to take a nap. A little while later, Kasey stopped by the house to drop Maelie off and I asked her to take Lorelai with her instead so I could actually nap :) I was laying around, almost asleep when I thought I heard/felt my water break. I was beyond excited, but a little nervous to jump the gun. I called Kyle and by the time he got home I was sure that was what was had happened, even though I was having zero contractions. I showered, did my hair and packed while I waited for Kyle to get home. It was so exciting to be getting ready to meet our little guy, and the fact that I was in no pain yet made it even more fun. Kyle got home, we got the carseat out of the box and headed for the hospital.
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Signing in at the hospital!
They got me all situated in our room, and the most precious nurse came in to help take care of us. I have been so blessed to have an amazingly sweet nurse with each one of my babies. I remember each of their names and the kindness that they showed to my family. This night, our nurse was Emily and she was so great at being fun and friendly and at the same time professional. Around 6:30 I started having mild contractions. By about 10:00 I was at a 4 and having contractions about every minute. I decided to go ahead and get my epidural. Genius. It went great and I felt so good! They did it light enough that I could still feel my feet and move around a little so I never got too uncomfortable, but I still couldn't feel the full contraction. It was perfect. My blood pressure was a little wonky, but sweet Emily kept working with me and helping me feel the best I could as we got more and more ready to meet our new little guy. Finally, a little before midnight, I told her I felt a little weird and wanted her to check me. Her exact words were "don't cough and don't sneeze!" She called the doctor and our favorite OB came in and started to chat a little, but the nurse said - Go get ready, she's ready to go! Dr. Wood got ready and bby that point the room was ready to go and so was I! I kidded with her that I never imagined I would be the reason she didn't get the weekend off :) She said "Okay, let's have a baby! Start pushing whenever you're ready!" Three pushes later, with some laughing and chatting in between, our sweet Lain was born. I couldn't believe how fast and easy it was.
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He came out screaming, but it was so sweet that after I held him for a minute, they checked him and laid him on my chest and he immediately got quiet.
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What an unbelievably sweet way to welcome an unbelievably sweet boy into the world!!
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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-5750219523791092432011-11-15T08:43:00.003-06:002011-11-15T09:19:53.035-06:00TestifyToday I feel the need to testify about the Lord's faithfulness an goodness in my life. Today I am looking back on an almost two year journey and He has chosen today to reveal Himself to me in a fresh way. Over the past two years I have been asking, then pleading with the Lord over a specific prayer request. There have been highs and lows in the waiting for an answer and I admit I have not been the most patient person through this. In fact, over the past few months I have often given in to times of despair and had come to a very odd place in my faith. I still loved the Lord and believed He was good. I even believed He wanted good things for me, and clung to that scripture. I had, however, begun to believe that fr whatever reason he had decided to stop answering my prayers. Not say no, not stop listening, just stop responding. I felt ignored and that felt way worse than hearing Him say no. I even at times began to feel scared to pray for really important things. My friends mom was dying of cancer and I wanted her to live so badly that at times I was afraid to pray for her healing. You see, I did not want to be in the way of hundreds of others begging for her healing. He might not answer if I prayed. <br /><br />I know. That is messed up logic and theology, but it's where I was. I am thankful that the Holy Spirit within me kept prompting me and prompting me to pray, or I might have stopped. However, the last few weeks I have felt like I was slowly pulling my head above water on this. Praying more and more everyday, with more confidence in His sovereignty in all things. Living life with more of His peace, glory to God. <br /><br />And then this morning I picked up and old bible study. I've had it or years and never really gotten going in it. Apparently did a few days of it when I was pregnant with Lorelai. Things were a little rocky then. My marriage honestly was not in the sturdiest place. I had invested countless hours praying over, discplining, talking to and loving on a two year old who tried me every single day and almost as often brought me to tears, yet it seemed to be in vain. Even her beloved Grammy told me she was the hardest kid she'd ever seen. And here was this new baby growing in my tummy, making me wonder everyday if i could do this. How could I raise a new baby when I clearly wasn't very good at this whole parenting thing. What on earth was I doing? The weight of the responsibility (not to mentione the increased work load) seemed daunting.<br /><br />I decide to flip through the answers to what I started over two year ago. In it was a prayer that I had written asking the Lord to replace my feelings of increased responsibility with joy, peace and confidence as a mother. I was overwhelmed as I read those words that I don't even remember writing. I have said often since lorelai's birth that if we followed the Chinese tradion of naming your baby after you've gotten to know them awhile that her name would be Joy. She has filled our lives with it. I have often remarked in the past year and a half or so how much more I feel like I've "come into my own" on this parenting thing. Not that I'm perfect by any means but the insecurity that plagued me for a long time is gone. And over the past year or so we have begun to see some of the fruit of the years of hardwork a Maelie has blossomed into a precious little girl who loves the Lord and has a passion for His word. <br /><br />So basically over the past two years the Lord has been answering my prayers. You have no idea what it means to me to climb out of a valley, look back and see the evidence that the Lord was working the whole time you felt ignored. He is so faithful to us even when we are struggling mightily with our faith. He was always there. Of course He was. It is so precious of Him to not only be there, but to let us know it. To reveal Himself and the work He has been doing in our lives. Part of the greatness of this to me is that the original prayer - the two year prayer that started this whole particular journey - still has not been answered. But the cry of my heart to know Him more has been, which is so much sweeter.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-48855051545132154182011-07-01T10:01:00.003-05:002011-07-01T10:17:42.822-05:00Rise and Shine!This post is a little detour from my normal kid-type posts, but something really amazing happened to me and I want to share it. For years now - YEARS - I have struggled with extremely low energy. At first it seemed to make since because it took Maelie about 3 years to learn how to sleep through the night. Of course you'd be tired if you haven't slept all night in years. But then she figured it out and Lorelai has been an expert sleeper from way back. And still the tired. I mean, 8-10 hours a night and still feel like I have to nap for an hour or two every afternoon tired. It just didn't feel right, but nothing I seemed to do made a difference. I even went to an endocrinologist who said my bloodwork looked good and of course I'm tired I have a job, little kids, a house to run, etc. <br /><br />Still, that did not seem to add up. I know lots of moms in the same life place I'm in and they still seem to have the energy to keep up with the laundry. Last week I finally went to the Fem Center, a homeopathic clinic of doctors. I've heard about them and thought about going for years. I almost cried when the doctor said, "no, you should not be this tired - you're young and healthy in the prime of you life." My feelings exactly!!! After talking to me for awhile, he said that sometimes having a baby does weird things to your body. It stops doing things it should do, and forgets to start back up after the baby's born. He took a lot of blood and gave me some supplements to help get my system back on track. And I HAVE NOT TAKEN A NAP IN A WEEK! I have even stayed up later than 9:00 at night. You have no idea how life changing this is. I made the kids 4th of July shirts. I painted my kitchen cabinets. I've read my Bible more. I've had a few minutes to myself at night. I still have not done the laundry, but hey, first things first! <br /><br />Seriously, I have always wondered how other moms get it all done. I've been pretty hard on myself about my lack of ability to keep up - with the house, the kids, projects on my wish list, etc. Now I get it. Ya'll get stuff done while they're sleeping. You even stay up later than them at night. I'm on to you now and I'm in, too! So, if you have any weird issues that don't seem right, you should definitely go see my new best friends at the Fem Center. They have blessed my life more than I can tell you!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-35546928717038145032011-06-04T21:59:00.003-05:002011-06-04T22:02:58.388-05:00Hannah and SarahI have always loved Maelie's heart for the Word of the Lord. It has amazed me from the time she was very young how she memorized and loved the Bible. Lately, it has blessed me so much to watch her learn to apply the stories and lessons from the Bible to her life. My recent favorite is driving in the car the other day, she told me that she thinks we need a baby in our family. She really, really wants one and she wants it to be a brother. I was pretty startled by that and told her that that is something we have to talk to God about for a long time before it happens. She said, "Good idea, Mommy. Hannah talked to God and she got a baby and Sarah talked to God and she got a baby, too. We should definitely talk to God about it."Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-15354385990416574762011-05-09T21:09:00.002-05:002011-05-09T21:29:29.699-05:00A Whole HandDear Maelie,<br /><br />You are five years old! Five! I can hardly believe it. I'll be honest with you, this has been an exceptionally hard one. Five means Kindergarten, time away from you, independence gained. So many good things that still pull on a Mommy's heartstrings. I don't know why I feel like it's snuck up on me. I mean, I knew eventually you would be five, but here I am shocked that it really happened. It's just that these past years have gone by so quickly. Some of it was a blur from too little sleep. Some of it was a blur from tears in my eyes of frustration. So much of it is crystal clear beauty of watching you grow. From a tiny baby to a big, helpful five year old, it's as if I've been watching little miracles everyday. There are so many memories that I treasure in my heart of being your Mommy and getting a front row seat of your life. This is why I scrapbook. So you can know some of these precious things about yourself, and so that you can always look and see and read about how loved you are, have always been. So that you can see how the Lord has grown you and shaped you over your lifetime. It's just too good of a story for me to keep to myself!<br /><br />I have literally cried and cried about this birthday. If I had these past five years to do over again the only thing that I would change is that I would look around a little more, soak it all in a little more. Slowly, though, it has dawned on me that though you were once connected to me, every moment since the moment you were born had been little steps at you growing away from me and into who the Lord created you to be - your own amazing person living out the plans He has set out for you alone. I have been comforted by the mental image of you slowly leaving my arms as you walk more and more confidently and independently into His. And if this is the case, I'm in! My deepest desire is for you to know Him. I see just that coming. You love to talk about the Lord, His word, and what it means. You ask the best questions. I know that there are things about Him that you already get. You demonstrate for me everyday what it means to have childlike faith. <br /><br />My prayer for you this next year is that you will flourish in your first steps out into the world on your own, but that you will always know that Mommy and Daddy are right here to love you and help you. That you will continue to love and absorb the word of God, making it your own, seeing what the Lord is speaking to you through it. My prayer for me is that I would be intentionally seeking out God's wisdom and discernment in cultivating the gifts He has given you, that I would love you in a way that gives you the confidence and freedom to grow into the person you were created to be. <br /><br />I love you so much, Maelie Sarah! I am more proud of you than I could put into words. You are an amazing person - so beautiful and smart, so deep and precious. Nothing you can ever do will change the fact that you Mommy and your Heavenly Father are crazy about you.<br /><br />Love you sweet girl,<br />MommyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-73199983983960786552011-02-23T15:48:00.005-06:002011-03-11T21:46:47.063-06:00Two many ways to count...Dear Lorelai,<br /><br />Tonight is your last night of being one. I cannot believe how much you have learned and grown this year. You've gone from saying a few single words here and there to speaking in complete sentences most of the time, using big words like delicious and beautiful. It is precious to me how many of your words are pretty, happy, encouraging words like those. I think that says a lot about who you are and about your sweet personality. You are such a happy, laid back, funny girl and the joy you have brought to our lives in two short years is immeasurable. Being your Mommy is one of the greatest joys of my life. It has opened my eyes to new things in the Lord. I can hardly grasp that my delight in you is just a shadow of the delight He finds in you and in His children. I look at you sometimes with a heart so full of joy and stop and try to imagine Him looking down on you, smiling even bigger than I am, laughing even deeper, loving even more. It makes me love Him and you even more and puts a fire in me to do everything I can to lead you to Him so that you can feel it, too. I can already see so many of the gifts He has given you blossoming and I know that He will use your innocent eyes and joyful heart to do great things in His kingdom. One of my favorite things about you is how observant you are. Once we were driving up a hill at dusk and you said, "Ooo, happy! A moon." I looked and saw the moon hanging there, looking very pretty and thought about how I probably wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't pointed it out. You do that often - see the beauty in the world around us and point it out to me. My prayer for you this year is that you would continue to see the world around you with your special perspective and share it with others, that you would grow safe and healthy, that you would feel loved and accepted in our home and by your parents for just the precious person that you are and that your sweet heart would be fertile ground for the seeds planted there of your Fathers love for you. My prayer for me this year is that I would look to the Lord to guide you and teach you, that He would open my eyes further to the gifts that He has given you and help to nurture and grow them, that I would model for you someone who loves and needs the Lord passionately and lives her faith in words and actions. I cannot wait to see all the Lord has in store for you in your third year of life!<br /><br />There are TWO many to list, but here are a few of the things you love at this age and I love about you.<br /><br />The gallop - you rarely actually run, but gallop instead, especially if you are really excited. You usually have big eyes as you do it and it always makes us laugh!<br /><br />Little Bunny FooFoo - I was probably the only mommy buying Easter bunnies on Valentine's Day, but I saw one and knew you would love it. You fell in love with this song when we were doing shadow puppets one night, and now anytime you see a shadow you say it. You ask for it all the time and love to sing it with your own finger bunnies. It is the cutest!<br /><br />"happy" - This is what you say when you see something you like. The first time I remember it is the first time you saw our neighbor's Christmas lights. We were getting out of the car, and you pointed and said "Ooo, happy." I hadn't even noticed they were up. You say it often, and usually about sweet things like that.<br /><br />You love to sing! Here are some songs you know and sing to yourself - I know you (from Sleeping Beauty), chim chimeny, Do you want to be my friend, God made me to wink and blink (my favorite about this one is your "aye aye" sound effects)<br /><br />Your silly face - Once at night when I opened the car door the light came on and you snapped your head up to look at it like you were startled. Something about the face you made cracked me up. The next day we parked in the daylight and you did it again and looked at me to make sure I noticed. It made me laugh even harder that you were trying to make me laugh on purpose. Now you say "silly face!" and lean your head way back to make us laugh.<br /><br /><br />Knows letters and numbers - I couldn't believe it when I started to work on your letters and numbers - you knew 8 letters and almost all your numbers! I guess you really pay attention at school.<br /><br />Notice the letters and numbers you knows - If you see the letters or numbers that you know you love to point them out on signs and things. I think you are so smart!<br /><br />How much you love Daddy - you always ask for him second every morning (after Maelie), after nap anytime you hear a car drive by you say "daddy home!" and pretend talk to him on my phone anytime you get ahold of it. <br /><br /><br />the deep laugh and the high laugh - thanks to Mary Poppins, your favorite movie, we've started using different kinds of laughs. Anyway we laugh - deep, high, fast, etc. - you will mimic. It usually turns into real laughter because it is so funny.<br /><br />You are the sweetest sister! You love Maelie so much and ask for her first thing every morning. You love to hug her and you two play so great together. If she's sad, you get so concerned. You say "Mae Mae cwyin'" and hug her and pat her. She is such a great sister to you, and I love the relationship that the two of you have. <br /><br />The way you so often will grab my leg or hug my neck out of nowhere and say "I luba you Mommy." It's my most favorite thing you do. <br /><br />Other Things You Love at Two:<br />Yo Gabba Gabba<br />My chenille socks - you put them on like leggings and wear them all over<br />Chocolate milk - well, hot chocolate mix with cold milk. It's one of the only times you are near tantrum mode screaming "chokit milk!!"<br />Cheese<br />Oranges<br />Ms. Brandi, your teacher. You will grab your backpack and run down the hall when you see her come in in the morning, you love her so much we invited her to your birthday party!<br />Playing with my phone - you love the games and you've figured out how to watch tv shows on my ipod<br />Mary Poppins<br />Princess books<br />Being "nekid jay" even if it's only you're "nekid jay feet" you love having some part of your clothing off.<br />Jumping - in your bed, mine, the bouncehouse, a trampoline - if it's bouncy, you're jumping!<br />Bible time - I love hearing your sweet voice say "it's Bible time!" everytime we say time for bed. <br />Your Bwankie - it seems you get more attached to it everyday. Luckily, it can be anyone that is silky on one side. You love to tuck into a ball and cover yourself in it when you're sleepy.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-90001370970294040702011-02-07T16:06:00.013-06:002011-02-07T16:33:27.483-06:00Snow Days!We had such a great time this week! It is pretty much Maelie's dream to "stay home all day in her jammies" so four days in a row was about the best thing she could think of. I knew we might be in for one day, so I stocked up on paint, crayons, new coloring books, popcorn, m&ms and hot chocolate. It was such a gift to have all of that uninterrupted time playing with my girls and getting our house a little more organized. Here's a little glimpse of our snow-cation (in reverse order because I'm technically challenged like that):<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Making snow ice cream. They both loved it!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAt7w2aEkd_MyWJzbcj9hhBdfcdv53u3-fSEBdbHw3Eww6cLWYayfKs8sSyQKGTwO87l43jL-niUK7qc2dSXaymw6sgGqEExQnssgCIEJrbh1LrVax3PMn0zEJEGrKk0aKkhLJCg/s1600/IMG_0730%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571075788399965442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAt7w2aEkd_MyWJzbcj9hhBdfcdv53u3-fSEBdbHw3Eww6cLWYayfKs8sSyQKGTwO87l43jL-niUK7qc2dSXaymw6sgGqEExQnssgCIEJrbh1LrVax3PMn0zEJEGrKk0aKkhLJCg/s320/IMG_0730%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a> Playing in the snow with Daddy. This is the beginning of the snowman that she talked about making all day. However, once she got bored shoveling, she decided she would much rather just throw snowballs at Daddy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIUqe49Tqaqh2AjPJQVe8qpcLY59-sPAGdFqnUUnz1x1ZBAXalFhyphenhyphen75ind0eEq77vzV3FCiaJ7Q0Emkkw27rIQwEHD_H6Kqzf9wg-zKuBgK3hRCWTXtlkIcTi0q1ar5CisqgWxA/s1600/IMG_0716%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571075493872107634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIUqe49Tqaqh2AjPJQVe8qpcLY59-sPAGdFqnUUnz1x1ZBAXalFhyphenhyphen75ind0eEq77vzV3FCiaJ7Q0Emkkw27rIQwEHD_H6Kqzf9wg-zKuBgK3hRCWTXtlkIcTi0q1ar5CisqgWxA/s320/IMG_0716%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br />The pictures aren't that great because that would require me actually going outside. In the snow. Not. Going. to. Happen. She was one proud snow-shoveler, though!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTdIJw3UEPhlPuLlH9obU3E0TWPWsHUsH59cJIvHcZ-K1OmkiT3PTuw5Rezg43oy_QDHm7kLCXwbRdMG8EvSt1lNA-UuLXH3NTaRfTKmTciTPbt9dmNQok-zQqCr97-UAEu0kPw/s1600/IMG_0702%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571074928935232082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTdIJw3UEPhlPuLlH9obU3E0TWPWsHUsH59cJIvHcZ-K1OmkiT3PTuw5Rezg43oy_QDHm7kLCXwbRdMG8EvSt1lNA-UuLXH3NTaRfTKmTciTPbt9dmNQok-zQqCr97-UAEu0kPw/s320/IMG_0702%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br />We made a tent to watch Mary Poppins in. It was super warm and comfy, and just a hair</div><div>static-y<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XbR704Yw13ZHDOQNYrDogihgGT3UZemJB5q6W_oUhuKszdTV2JrNVucq35pA8i5l9NhsOOpmemU1QlI8zYWZ1InlB6x86SStUhXV87w5Ms_wAnzwPmlfEMmfnSC4GAd2Y5x9iA/s1600/IMG_0700%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571074688737970562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XbR704Yw13ZHDOQNYrDogihgGT3UZemJB5q6W_oUhuKszdTV2JrNVucq35pA8i5l9NhsOOpmemU1QlI8zYWZ1InlB6x86SStUhXV87w5Ms_wAnzwPmlfEMmfnSC4GAd2Y5x9iA/s320/IMG_0700%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Hanging out in the tent<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAm0CgHR7kuvD6XrkDwtFJg_Kt3dCXHCarbDV_UIf4MeD0gmlxWT0DHqt33EuKhvveG93Op0jnIBF8M5D_bmTVBbXeqhuXAsVshign2_mt4c5xr3Hf7A35zBNXAlmesKPXiwr87Q/s1600/IMG_0692%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571074479829632674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAm0CgHR7kuvD6XrkDwtFJg_Kt3dCXHCarbDV_UIf4MeD0gmlxWT0DHqt33EuKhvveG93Op0jnIBF8M5D_bmTVBbXeqhuXAsVshign2_mt4c5xr3Hf7A35zBNXAlmesKPXiwr87Q/s320/IMG_0692%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br />And when we couldn't think of anything fun to do, we blew up the bouncehouse in the living room and had a jumpfest.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND3dOK4r5X_Omon97Iw5VsmaWI9Q4m3beCaKTsAawEy-_pKUAWHNcMjrVAWbR0-2vxrNyk8H64HRHl7A8ED5lurlv-JIdEI_DYju5XDaOqXbc_wLz2Ud2N5YYrofn2_aqDyiBYA/s1600/IMG_0686%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571074225939848770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND3dOK4r5X_Omon97Iw5VsmaWI9Q4m3beCaKTsAawEy-_pKUAWHNcMjrVAWbR0-2vxrNyk8H64HRHl7A8ED5lurlv-JIdEI_DYju5XDaOqXbc_wLz2Ud2N5YYrofn2_aqDyiBYA/s320/IMG_0686%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br />Lorelai woke up the next day saying "I jump! I jump!"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxjpIT0fYhD1TlY2yvu0flgHIN8vq5QjTUGd-nz9FhJH2863pepsXpwF2Dn2AaHJANis7z0YkViUQnAPYY95s1CUXqUx9VlSh9QidlWXSSiIdN_-LnyzevAdite44eqZSAHi6Iw/s1600/IMG_0679%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571074022347322402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxjpIT0fYhD1TlY2yvu0flgHIN8vq5QjTUGd-nz9FhJH2863pepsXpwF2Dn2AaHJANis7z0YkViUQnAPYY95s1CUXqUx9VlSh9QidlWXSSiIdN_-LnyzevAdite44eqZSAHi6Iw/s320/IMG_0679%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br />Mommy got to craft a little.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOLcNlXsWJlOsRo36Qv3TgoTwaisXJcvJRh8qyAlm2YJB6uAfZog2yu0VtHohaYOS3fZpvRssSXQPLv7GZr35oFdVPMNi4YmRrmrppUWdYMraIpKJ2h6osZngJGCnNhBcItZ23A/s1600/IMG_0673%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571073725343919986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOLcNlXsWJlOsRo36Qv3TgoTwaisXJcvJRh8qyAlm2YJB6uAfZog2yu0VtHohaYOS3fZpvRssSXQPLv7GZr35oFdVPMNi4YmRrmrppUWdYMraIpKJ2h6osZngJGCnNhBcItZ23A/s320/IMG_0673%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br />We did lots of painting and coloring and reading Mary Engelbreit's Fairy Tales over and over. Both girls LOVE this book and will sit with me under the covers reading it forever.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4PENLqwOk675nnyG3snJqfuUb_g7wjI8hzSbGATGPEVi19IQ0A37ftUza1IvPNCy7L2BXr_6uxYKrYkEja7TjDImSKHbGPnf_PepWuToHN1-Adsyz5R3xxl4azm5HLfLE9XC0w/s1600/IMG_0663%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571073382409397234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4PENLqwOk675nnyG3snJqfuUb_g7wjI8hzSbGATGPEVi19IQ0A37ftUza1IvPNCy7L2BXr_6uxYKrYkEja7TjDImSKHbGPnf_PepWuToHN1-Adsyz5R3xxl4azm5HLfLE9XC0w/s320/IMG_0663%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a> How could you not have a great week with these sweet girls?</div><div>Maybe it'll do it again next month :)<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-38144344221838765412010-12-27T21:17:00.003-06:002010-12-27T21:37:31.119-06:0010 years and a New Song<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_Gs3fg_WsEg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />Somehow it's December and I haven't even blogged about the most significant event of the year for me. August 4, 2010 marked ten years of being married to Kyle McKillip. What a journey it has been together. We were 19 when we got engaged and 20 when we married. I think maybe we were both too young to be scared. I can only remember feeling a mix of total calm and bubbly excitement. The Lord has blessed us everyday since August 4, 2000. Sometimes the blessings were hidden and came wrapped as hardships. Sometimes they were compeletly evident as blessings and as direct gifts from His hands. On two precious occassions, they were wrapped in pink blankets and covered with little pink hats and I remember looking at Kyle both times in amazement that He allowed us to be a small part of His miracle making. Oh, how good He has been to us and to me to give me Kyle. Kyle is a constant compass, pointing me towards the Lord. He is the Lord's hands and feet as he walks hard roads with me, holds me in his arms and reminds me who our Father has created me to be. He lives out daily the Lord's tender affection for me and is a physical reminder that the Lord loves me dearly and accepts me just the way I am. He was precious when I married him, and has allowed the Lord to grow him and mature him into an amazing spiritual leader, father and husband. He simply gets better each year. I am so thankful that he's mine and even more that our sweet girls have him as an example of what love looks like. I think back to who we were - the young people we were when we got married - and like the song says, it is harder than we dreamed. Those young people never imagined marriage and life being so hard, throwing us so many curve balls. They also never dreamed of the how good the good days could be and how 10 years in, how much richer and fuller love and life could be. I think they probably could never have grasped all of the growing that the Lord would do in them and through them, all the hard work it would take to get there, the deep peace, happiness and contentment that could come with an ordinary, extraordinary life. I can't wait to see what the 70 year old uses and 50 years married uses think about how much more they know of love and the Lord than the 30 year old, 10 years married uses do.<br /> I still love "our" old song by Keith Whitley (When You Say Nothing at All), but the one above brings tears to my eyes everytime I hear it and makes me love what I have in Kyle and in the Lord.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-20186920308205327062010-10-25T19:09:00.003-05:002010-10-25T19:14:10.185-05:00Summer's BlogMy friend from church and YCW, Summer, is on a journey to adopt a baby girl from Ethiopia. We are so excited to be a small part of the journey as we pray for their family and anticipate welcoming a new member to our church family. This month, if you visit <a href="http://www.goseeklove.com/">http://www.goseeklove.com/</a> you can buy a super cute shirt that supports their families' adoption. I've already gotten mine in, worn it, and loved it. If you are looking for a unique and meaningful Christmas idea, I would so recommend getting someone you love (or yourself) a go seek love shirt and help a great family and a great cause. You can get to know Summer, her family and her journey better at coxragamuffins.blogspot.comEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-65156397069686502802010-10-16T14:46:00.010-05:002010-10-16T15:03:32.147-05:00First Day of School<div align="center">We had a great first day of school this year! It is always a fun, crazy day and a great reminder of why I love my job so much. I LOVE bringing my babies to work with me. </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center">Lorelai and I are very spoiled this year - Ms. Brandi moved from the nursery to the toddlers this year, so of course we are at her table. I love how much Lorelai loves her "Bandi" and know that she gets loved on so much in class. She never even cries to go in when her second Mommy is there!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sLUVLxbwUbf9Q1zKU_09Xj5y2q07yXV9QQ05atM0-LkF2cyKWg634nATo_zUrA__rIEp9nxFcw_Iirl9CDBqz200-XcQHHRrOgL68sW1r-n1dRve1QPyDzMJdkih2AOP65vpSg/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528735285316295186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sLUVLxbwUbf9Q1zKU_09Xj5y2q07yXV9QQ05atM0-LkF2cyKWg634nATo_zUrA__rIEp9nxFcw_Iirl9CDBqz200-XcQHHRrOgL68sW1r-n1dRve1QPyDzMJdkih2AOP65vpSg/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" /></a> Playing at the playscape and looking super cute<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpLyeDtkYH932ZYP4jTZ0QzYTk27FqMGg7ZVmw61meActybu27OCKTM4aottonmp01NqEhDStQ3uJTwxQ6eeWWEYHRR_OdnR0TA-4y0g9hJdZUKEjVux7fQGz2YmKDfA9pLYHxA/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528735084455931682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpLyeDtkYH932ZYP4jTZ0QzYTk27FqMGg7ZVmw61meActybu27OCKTM4aottonmp01NqEhDStQ3uJTwxQ6eeWWEYHRR_OdnR0TA-4y0g9hJdZUKEjVux7fQGz2YmKDfA9pLYHxA/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" /></a><br />It was Gracie's first day, too! We are loving having her at YCW to love on and play with Lorelai in class.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5jXS1zO71XjAuaPQEsVHkAVb5cPUer3LOHUZIB_PmYEIJPN-mTM2ouS0eYs7z0c3DHfdyLYxc_Bang6iGetnek8hyphenhyphen2cOvYGYxFajZ3EIdyyuw9NTA2q0nC0YiL9Oniz3FS3beA/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528734882917014610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5jXS1zO71XjAuaPQEsVHkAVb5cPUer3LOHUZIB_PmYEIJPN-mTM2ouS0eYs7z0c3DHfdyLYxc_Bang6iGetnek8hyphenhyphen2cOvYGYxFajZ3EIdyyuw9NTA2q0nC0YiL9Oniz3FS3beA/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" /></a><br />On the way home...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsBf-U3BL8kyhaXdvBvRlN3FqdOWGO_YvyFF452xf59O21bvKuZgCa3wpfnBNDxYoA6TaR3nS-9jMaJlUoJkKNoS7K_bKKB2d-MQ_VhVgfeEvEug9TeGQn4lJ4SIBORn9ctfsSw/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528734710866772162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsBf-U3BL8kyhaXdvBvRlN3FqdOWGO_YvyFF452xf59O21bvKuZgCa3wpfnBNDxYoA6TaR3nS-9jMaJlUoJkKNoS7K_bKKB2d-MQ_VhVgfeEvEug9TeGQn4lJ4SIBORn9ctfsSw/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" /></a><br />This year was a little bit sad for me, too. This is Maelie's last first day of school at YCW. I'm really not sure how that happened, but somehow in the blink of an eye we went from this...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Jv1LXiyotL9mtLEudzzZdaoPQoSqiqnM4IryoXNKpxmOkX_r7l73VpTNlTaL2yfoBQOA78KFMjPC9GSAqAXWZPf5PyETN7MWNY2SFlYL8Jnyc_gDdsgUL9f52YLNPAf4hMwYpA/s1600/PA090320.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528734399454318722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Jv1LXiyotL9mtLEudzzZdaoPQoSqiqnM4IryoXNKpxmOkX_r7l73VpTNlTaL2yfoBQOA78KFMjPC9GSAqAXWZPf5PyETN7MWNY2SFlYL8Jnyc_gDdsgUL9f52YLNPAf4hMwYpA/s320/PA090320.JPG" /></a><br />...to this!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMJxKT5_8ynvr39zuS_GVqrPbNAEFREuvcZDnXM-F9MAu1N9Q54vnvM1f1hV8rMUcFYzmF7Mjo0PyXV84o93fW6L5Q39mliwOQ0BWTtNY6nbZbP_5ve8P0mzRwgcHvx8Bx3E0BA/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528734117055071970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMJxKT5_8ynvr39zuS_GVqrPbNAEFREuvcZDnXM-F9MAu1N9Q54vnvM1f1hV8rMUcFYzmF7Mjo0PyXV84o93fW6L5Q39mliwOQ0BWTtNY6nbZbP_5ve8P0mzRwgcHvx8Bx3E0BA/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" /></a><br />So proud of our big Pre-Ker! She is with two precious, godly women this year, Ms. Denise and Ms. Terri and she is doing wonderfully under their care. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_aHsy1UPs2aPEu9_5lFIpwyAifXBE62Yhn5OjVz_cLRE4WMKMZ5I50WhohPDVDeY_NsWHxS53Zn3LQlWUnL_jQGRsMizg5Qftzmf3ZsVSWJllJ8PW-nd2VC6lan1ijMiHXC-pw/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528733937499287986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_aHsy1UPs2aPEu9_5lFIpwyAifXBE62Yhn5OjVz_cLRE4WMKMZ5I50WhohPDVDeY_NsWHxS53Zn3LQlWUnL_jQGRsMizg5Qftzmf3ZsVSWJllJ8PW-nd2VC6lan1ijMiHXC-pw/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" /></a><br />The whole family<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIM9wX6DE-GHfFBbVAnOJxV28VtzF3pEw5iqo98jVolzIglnkD-nyhLPSgQauYISjj0GFTxpkJZcHnuvr8NTly8OOGtf2n7BE-nmG7grH3BMJvy5trAwb4PpO9yC-DiAXeCV8tw/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528733706698650002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIM9wX6DE-GHfFBbVAnOJxV28VtzF3pEw5iqo98jVolzIglnkD-nyhLPSgQauYISjj0GFTxpkJZcHnuvr8NTly8OOGtf2n7BE-nmG7grH3BMJvy5trAwb4PpO9yC-DiAXeCV8tw/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" /></a><br />Mommy and her girls<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8wzKyeYLs3b1ZuWo98jEAWYAckg1BGh36Y-BBfc2m8uMca0D2tnukhkkHp3cOENMJvfZs05AYxozYhHqL3kVFlftELdHlr8uv5LtByV7-ylVy89Qgshe0Bak4yymjFP30XFCEg/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528733462829024802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8wzKyeYLs3b1ZuWo98jEAWYAckg1BGh36Y-BBfc2m8uMca0D2tnukhkkHp3cOENMJvfZs05AYxozYhHqL3kVFlftELdHlr8uv5LtByV7-ylVy89Qgshe0Bak4yymjFP30XFCEg/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-61020481767899486952010-10-15T14:45:00.011-05:002010-10-15T15:02:05.788-05:00YEA!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-E3bDb_4fMBTxObRS_gK5xEinWWhdaVTEleizJp297jIVKPpMCIYQBPZ_ieimxyusbvVMpOsSiLPRx9X3DXpB7jfhCEnz2EuwvGJrsGgOKN7V_Y7wu6Hy1ebB7z_149w02zsAIQ/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG"></a>I finally figured out how to download pictures to our new laptop! Here's to three months of catch up - one month at a time :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7cfZuKZDVITSsWZtBlCbMyPLXrrpBtCtJf1vyQiE_Ly1tkioimesYfIEUV5WzwGbRjQgdTrKvvVtBy5_o5UKgNt1AzuTzjimcH7Kdy1JJSn8SGxq2wmplnfyDUePdZuz5whdog/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"></a><br /><div align="center">For the second year in a row, we had the world's greatest intern. We love our Shelvy (or Shelby if you're not Maelie). Lauren, Cam and the McKillip girls took her on a going away playdate to Central market and a yogurt place. We love her and I hope my girls turn out just like her - she loves the Lord and is one of the most mature, confident young women I've ever known.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzTNvaOoPGpGCUKI6P8LHAJdEnnWCIqv3oBqnKsKHlu4Iu2oVgIn5ER7Q5GS-qSk8Un23UOalS3F5QJUC6vdksZYr_RLVpuv9OqyPYnHwZLJ078DVlBTAlyxKWYapR0EPyNSC0g/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528363364926860226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzTNvaOoPGpGCUKI6P8LHAJdEnnWCIqv3oBqnKsKHlu4Iu2oVgIn5ER7Q5GS-qSk8Un23UOalS3F5QJUC6vdksZYr_RLVpuv9OqyPYnHwZLJ078DVlBTAlyxKWYapR0EPyNSC0g/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" /></a><br />One of our favorite things about summer - popsicles!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3T4xkRK6MRcPC9QYjS3qIUtUZbSbclJPCNbBBMl3B6mQqac8I9zD2MBFRN8uep1xwrY5nCTb74ndRRF3Fi4xBJR95XHqrCBb1O-qfptsyAe-Mbxy00FvMCJ8KXYMs5aN7k2lfpQ/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528363229858114866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3T4xkRK6MRcPC9QYjS3qIUtUZbSbclJPCNbBBMl3B6mQqac8I9zD2MBFRN8uep1xwrY5nCTb74ndRRF3Fi4xBJR95XHqrCBb1O-qfptsyAe-Mbxy00FvMCJ8KXYMs5aN7k2lfpQ/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /></a><br />Okay, have you ever seen anything cuter?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjx7nG0todxzu8GnUEmlG98CXhBR9kMMbuJJYvP_c6VgUwU3B_Rk-uMbEAY10F5Ha7maDNUPoqpzUQZtWGSOoi9LfVBhZn8cGWr3z7EuFq4gMX0whi-ApyXW6v-9bhFp5vSHrkw/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528362699106849554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjx7nG0todxzu8GnUEmlG98CXhBR9kMMbuJJYvP_c6VgUwU3B_Rk-uMbEAY10F5Ha7maDNUPoqpzUQZtWGSOoi9LfVBhZn8cGWr3z7EuFq4gMX0whi-ApyXW6v-9bhFp5vSHrkw/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" /></a><br />Two of my three favorite people relaxing before fireworks.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEen0y3bknWPphdJ0UgbHXg5n9V43EVeBzjCqlgEq8zE9aW5FAn5Y4naR7fweqRifwzcHxPE4oiVUh5WwANGg0AbRyHhsDBdrQqzyRJfsk2RixMhLakMNh7mDMpb-YoVI48AYfg/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528362398884369682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEen0y3bknWPphdJ0UgbHXg5n9V43EVeBzjCqlgEq8zE9aW5FAn5Y4naR7fweqRifwzcHxPE4oiVUh5WwANGg0AbRyHhsDBdrQqzyRJfsk2RixMhLakMNh7mDMpb-YoVI48AYfg/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" /></a><br />On the 4th of July Lorelai learned a new word - CHEESE! Here she is practicing.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV41eDCyC4-KsOP6_QlIFLeXd0nLEEirk-8PE0kfPQSUisKxHQfz-LVcDzo4U3Od-Qz3H-SQdJdqTExVIgkS76pRTjvy_sxBsZ29UsM2Y9Oq9Wr0-2210BhcatEJRTi-8qb80wqw/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528362045521948690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV41eDCyC4-KsOP6_QlIFLeXd0nLEEirk-8PE0kfPQSUisKxHQfz-LVcDzo4U3Od-Qz3H-SQdJdqTExVIgkS76pRTjvy_sxBsZ29UsM2Y9Oq9Wr0-2210BhcatEJRTi-8qb80wqw/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" /></a>We had our very first sleepover!</div><div>With who else - our sweet Elizabeth<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTHwc40P-NEi3SQlbsmUMRw8qUDSocqSGoxUvND6H2dE0n73FtKG1L8Zq-ps36uCN-7ngWl8xn-47AHVvjFfWoMQyt4vjFVaDLpVPN-ASo5CTv1RJJgQuO09jyi_U-pwUH0tQew/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528361829096661906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTHwc40P-NEi3SQlbsmUMRw8qUDSocqSGoxUvND6H2dE0n73FtKG1L8Zq-ps36uCN-7ngWl8xn-47AHVvjFfWoMQyt4vjFVaDLpVPN-ASo5CTv1RJJgQuO09jyi_U-pwUH0tQew/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" /></a><br />Making ice cream sundaes at our sleepover <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbLhhHzxLYSXanr1n102f3oMvidl9wbQe2ubTC31gXj5DVFMGD06Xv8DCzUT8D0F4tBdCdUtCXrkgzMA3yM_sukGm-qmYbLK0Gn-DLyfo-5Rq3S5P56KV_JKn72NGj11sLaJe7w/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528361707357095794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbLhhHzxLYSXanr1n102f3oMvidl9wbQe2ubTC31gXj5DVFMGD06Xv8DCzUT8D0F4tBdCdUtCXrkgzMA3yM_sukGm-qmYbLK0Gn-DLyfo-5Rq3S5P56KV_JKn72NGj11sLaJe7w/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" /></a> Looking back, it was such a quick summer, but we had so much fun. We spent so much time together as a family. I think after a super crazy June we were all in the mood to just hang out at our house together. Except for trips to NRH2O, Maelie's "favorite place in the whole world."</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-44615791404752477872010-06-30T02:47:00.003-05:002010-06-30T03:02:51.901-05:00ChatterboxLorelai has turned into quite the talker lately and we have loved hearing what's on her mind. She does a lot of jibber-jabbering, which I don't really remember Maelie doing. I feel like she went from pointing to five word sentences. Lorelai has a language mostly all her own, but there are quite a few words that the rest of us recognize, too.<br /><br />Here's what she says:<br />Mama<br />Dada<br />Mae mae (this is her favorite and most used word)<br />bye bye<br />up (usually tripled - up, up upie!)<br />down<br />jump (gump)<br />outside<br />Papaw<br />Papa<br />Gigi<br />shoe - I love this one because she always says it with a shoe in hand trying to shove it in your hand so you will put it on her. She loves wearing shoes! The other day she got really mad because I would only put one pair on her at a time.<br />Yum! - when she's eating something good, she says this everytime she takes a bites and with a lot of enthusiasm. The other day I gave her a donut hole and I thought she was going to choke she was saying YUM! YUM! YUMMY! so energetically<br />Fufa - this is making me feel a little like a slacker, especially right after the donut hole incident listed above, but this girl loves her some Yo gabba Gabba and Fufa is her favorite. <br />No<br />Uh Oh<br />More - love this one because you get half of the sign for more, too.<br />baby<br />book<br />ball<br />go<br />nose - double points for this one, you usually get an unexpected finger up your nose with it.<br />duck<br />quack<br />woof<br />ooh ahh - the monkey sound<br />hello<br /><br />It makes me laugh because so many of these are action words. She is a very active girl, so it makes sense! She is also the sweetest baby I can imagine. So laid back and happy. She just sings to herself all the time and she loves to dance and snuggle.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-40166244229563668032010-06-22T07:26:00.010-05:002010-06-22T07:45:22.905-05:00June so far...<div align="center">Maelie stared dance class. She was so excited and asks me everyday if it's dance day. She loved the outfit and special dance bag to carry all of her shoes around in. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7VIMnArq-uxx_2FZrZbe0Jf5lHEUdqk2iS80_Uu6eHN0q1eDgPRZo5IyPdnP8FWTMJh9U13CTLKKfPvLuoSwzXDAhzGLQGM5CkbsToGN_mHLGvWcZVpnEFk-S4sU8iRPYf5Z5Q/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485575638989930194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7VIMnArq-uxx_2FZrZbe0Jf5lHEUdqk2iS80_Uu6eHN0q1eDgPRZo5IyPdnP8FWTMJh9U13CTLKKfPvLuoSwzXDAhzGLQGM5CkbsToGN_mHLGvWcZVpnEFk-S4sU8iRPYf5Z5Q/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" /></a>Sitting on her square waiting for class to begin.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTB1aI0Z8yN5sJgzHYLVQbPm0oJrWs8-J6zEHbQMie5qyk_B8T0ZueYKv3MQCniySoUlBX_oQi9eYU8j-zlm6L2uslLa8aJhh5gWFBX6aRhEpeO_cm83pEgjG9gisFlm4G9oHQw/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485575438757071986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTB1aI0Z8yN5sJgzHYLVQbPm0oJrWs8-J6zEHbQMie5qyk_B8T0ZueYKv3MQCniySoUlBX_oQi9eYU8j-zlm6L2uslLa8aJhh5gWFBX6aRhEpeO_cm83pEgjG9gisFlm4G9oHQw/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" /></a><br />Doing her own made-up scarf dance. Afterward, she got to practice her bowing, which was one of her favorite parts.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRrOjvtp6AfLoPj60t2w24xEbivCs2fTDj_pGx0feaYjBb4xAnyuLTtToCXkMh0zl49q8jZ5S2uCLhAoiYcfmBzz19bW3-o9FulQozT80Z2casKUAAHFt3TpsZgigEgIpkgO3sw/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485575198897406306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRrOjvtp6AfLoPj60t2w24xEbivCs2fTDj_pGx0feaYjBb4xAnyuLTtToCXkMh0zl49q8jZ5S2uCLhAoiYcfmBzz19bW3-o9FulQozT80Z2casKUAAHFt3TpsZgigEgIpkgO3sw/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" /></a> We celebrated one great Daddy! We are all so lucky to have such a precious man in our lives. I mean, look at that guy - does it get any cuter? And he does an amazing job taking care of his girls. They swam all afternoon, and then the Burchfields came over so we could celebrate together. It was a great day!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2in6c078tJ0KBS0Ldj1XaM251RFJtXNXoCNNEtmre5frCTao84ussae9h5czlLBtvIqFWWVHsnMEqcMsS_a7kXnW7mkrlefOK1kRXpbQyYVYldYuUJqT2OcHuf1QKgKJmUx-J3w/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574880707670690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2in6c078tJ0KBS0Ldj1XaM251RFJtXNXoCNNEtmre5frCTao84ussae9h5czlLBtvIqFWWVHsnMEqcMsS_a7kXnW7mkrlefOK1kRXpbQyYVYldYuUJqT2OcHuf1QKgKJmUx-J3w/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" /></a> About a week ago while brushing Lorelai's hair I thought "I could probably do little pigtails." It took me a little while to work up the courage, but she actually loved having her hair sprayed and brushed and played with. I actually do not love the fact that she looks like such a big girl, but it sure is cute!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbdWJJECLPum8yNs8oz1dZ4LPJA6t-OloY1h_IToG03q5JR_5H5yartVzpGributUswWKp8y8r6d8P51OPQUsXKE9sZa12GQu85C4geS0VNfmtiJTl7lwGmUh-cGaEqBt-T7SJw/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574624976227666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbdWJJECLPum8yNs8oz1dZ4LPJA6t-OloY1h_IToG03q5JR_5H5yartVzpGributUswWKp8y8r6d8P51OPQUsXKE9sZa12GQu85C4geS0VNfmtiJTl7lwGmUh-cGaEqBt-T7SJw/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" /></a> Back view. Those little flower clips were on her hat in the hospital - time really does fly!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8Cy1btQu9o9qpGPlUKKioUD6psIJ7vtJm6_pXr1juLo51SgGaLiEeXrN1JiyRVopwlG0mE22NcfC-N-8GsFpWNlIEKlC-XU5ljxhGrZDwa5yQqrj5F-jpR0Ah-T6O1Zc4SReuA/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574403257740034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8Cy1btQu9o9qpGPlUKKioUD6psIJ7vtJm6_pXr1juLo51SgGaLiEeXrN1JiyRVopwlG0mE22NcfC-N-8GsFpWNlIEKlC-XU5ljxhGrZDwa5yQqrj5F-jpR0Ah-T6O1Zc4SReuA/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" /></a> Maelie got new glasses. I didn't think she could get any cuter, but there ya go<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemlenn9tfStCoq0Jo6oNJF11w6hNtYxBSTrJ3-l-agElx0YiouLLxGvvlzOEUBUYHLzfgXA7mDN0AUzuqXEyy6hblhiF9lkoC2ryTd1gmDb8Q_deDBUA1Iy48LtFph2fsSD0sqw/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574143038345202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemlenn9tfStCoq0Jo6oNJF11w6hNtYxBSTrJ3-l-agElx0YiouLLxGvvlzOEUBUYHLzfgXA7mDN0AUzuqXEyy6hblhiF9lkoC2ryTd1gmDb8Q_deDBUA1Iy48LtFph2fsSD0sqw/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" /></a><br />Uncle Drew came over to hang out and spend the night. Lorelai was pretty fascinated by his XBox skills.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDaPk4SZJ0B8iZZUe5EIksdrQgyeoPR2saOhRJXOjA6rxkogMcBqvDAek3-JQyiNys9qMc05SBfQ-EMnRpxzsXmiGG5iEyu5LtvPttzTddBaqfjcGKWNXRoNHsdrlCJEkU6rVQ0g/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485573898822863554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDaPk4SZJ0B8iZZUe5EIksdrQgyeoPR2saOhRJXOjA6rxkogMcBqvDAek3-JQyiNys9qMc05SBfQ-EMnRpxzsXmiGG5iEyu5LtvPttzTddBaqfjcGKWNXRoNHsdrlCJEkU6rVQ0g/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" /></a><br />She's thinks Uncle Drew taught her some skills, too :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZR2-LlylWN0_vpnfIXQB3GIYqQ9hwdngfWwJ5LzROJc2kIFLtfK0Ek72eI7Qzh1PYjlnRAvO2WvopL1qiRyxUVYREuE-89XfqH8jfuG_HPxcIzjVu6TMhoI1Sxp1xN6OIzS05jg/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485573660260713842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZR2-LlylWN0_vpnfIXQB3GIYqQ9hwdngfWwJ5LzROJc2kIFLtfK0Ek72eI7Qzh1PYjlnRAvO2WvopL1qiRyxUVYREuE-89XfqH8jfuG_HPxcIzjVu6TMhoI1Sxp1xN6OIzS05jg/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-50956197274774652010-05-16T08:25:00.011-05:002010-05-16T08:50:09.085-05:00Catch Up<div>These are just some random things I've been meaning to post about. We have been so busy lately - but with lots of fun things! We rocked Baby Dedication in the usual McKillip style - acting like a little maniac. I was stunned - I've never seen Lorelai act like that, but she was a wild, wiggly woman from the reception and prayer beforehand to the stage. Until she saw one of her very favorite people, Ms. Brandi, in the auditorium. This is what she did for Brandi....</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860463863723426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRGlMcrWcgYgCA5F36Il3bKVQKc7TlAbdCyxUGbXfnahpgScER1LM20S4aBHK1l64cy528uZB1135hIGDIYqGaFLHUmiJpHzWXeRw8gZfzKDHoWAvpGvI8YXLSAYEgWIacy8vhRw/s320/IMG_5075.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">...and this is what she did for us. I'm trying not to judge my parenting skills too harshly :)</div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860241958677346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8ttGprea5Bmn84h3lkxnSRCHZ7i0lb41Nu3kwxyiODpNXrIsSQW6A9lo4uFQEVjXH-jEShGuqWTnL8dmOjtsFDtqXL9sGzqIe-llaWdNV0g_OmEf6AFHWx07L-IT8Ku51YZsnQ/s320/IMG_5062.JPG" /> We had a Mother Daughter Tea Party at church that Maelie still talks about. It was so much fun! We got dressed up, had a cupcake and some lemonade and even got an etiquette lesson from Ms. Mindy. All her friends were there and it was so girly.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwl7TuWSzyTkip8SsyL8rJjBEa8-vlnVNCbfNYFRTWgmzo8ON_MQGNTWkvX50vJIBNK-AgwowGn__G9y8dWahZe2Y-_Zr0wS5oRSs1TE0eikI9x35YQ8HYJNrH-fXcbOsaAeUEg/s1600/IMG_5023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860058676808850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwl7TuWSzyTkip8SsyL8rJjBEa8-vlnVNCbfNYFRTWgmzo8ON_MQGNTWkvX50vJIBNK-AgwowGn__G9y8dWahZe2Y-_Zr0wS5oRSs1TE0eikI9x35YQ8HYJNrH-fXcbOsaAeUEg/s320/IMG_5023.JPG" /></a><br />She was a little scared she was falling off the tall stool.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhsDpCInANA1skF8kLEz0OOyFO69pfzweifACT54tHH2XVyugNTqKxn1sZm0JGfPMwM_Du4F4377TshIvadCmx1Mxt0FvOG4GBBG5A23T7YlaHGKhogdJjTGS8pj-6BwgFKgRZQ/s1600/IMG_5020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859941038339010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhsDpCInANA1skF8kLEz0OOyFO69pfzweifACT54tHH2XVyugNTqKxn1sZm0JGfPMwM_Du4F4377TshIvadCmx1Mxt0FvOG4GBBG5A23T7YlaHGKhogdJjTGS8pj-6BwgFKgRZQ/s320/IMG_5020.JPG" /></a><br />Lorelai got a new swing. That girl loves to be outside and is never happier than in her swing.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGbmEKH9BDxyLPiDPYrwOdbHh82O1YZDQtAnKBSHoHOiR6ytge4IDmsdiihMKRduws8bX8qVDvLsWzL5BZQ68hm4jiArUofBD8x18RM_7OziT2m_DF4cCcq-tTU0KWafTBoafKw/s1600/IMG_5011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859682466821954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGbmEKH9BDxyLPiDPYrwOdbHh82O1YZDQtAnKBSHoHOiR6ytge4IDmsdiihMKRduws8bX8qVDvLsWzL5BZQ68hm4jiArUofBD8x18RM_7OziT2m_DF4cCcq-tTU0KWafTBoafKw/s320/IMG_5011.JPG" /></a><br />Kyle turned 30!</div><div>We had a party at our house with a lot of our friends. We are so blessed to have so many good friends. I'm thankful for each man in this picture and the fact that my husband surrounds himself with godly men. I'm most thankful for that handsome guy in the middle who has been a blessing in my life for almost 10 years! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MLn8nfvaabHZ3UrIyzea42fWo_i7zIqMYMX6Yi1WQIvXnjCHnO45aodBjllPnQEyWRzzMGxG79Wmyt_wbTc-GHRf3AeZtDZ2fX9fxoj9fkEToB58VlJt3lreSvODd3-iMstomg/s1600/IMG_9961.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471859502244213218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MLn8nfvaabHZ3UrIyzea42fWo_i7zIqMYMX6Yi1WQIvXnjCHnO45aodBjllPnQEyWRzzMGxG79Wmyt_wbTc-GHRf3AeZtDZ2fX9fxoj9fkEToB58VlJt3lreSvODd3-iMstomg/s320/IMG_9961.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We went to Ham and Eggs in Lewisville for a special birthday breakfast, then came home and Kyle and a couple of the guys went to the shooting range. This is Maelie and Daddy at the "new pancake store." (as opposed to OC Burger where we go every other weekend.) Their food is out of control - Maelie, Lorelai and I shared two pancakes and still left about 1/3 of them on the plate. These two have gotten to be really close lately, which is something else I'm very thankful for!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4lSMbcv0BRLLcaKbi6Xm89uHPvOeqoOYdkji-RqQcrL1_GLhY5D6M_t30oq-RzfqNjNH-aBjK4p7myc94kvFFvji6n5yDJVKuYHfmmPfn0dHUrcnE2iLsv-3M3MxJkMZltSdtQ/s1600/IMG_9953.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471858842557999474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4lSMbcv0BRLLcaKbi6Xm89uHPvOeqoOYdkji-RqQcrL1_GLhY5D6M_t30oq-RzfqNjNH-aBjK4p7myc94kvFFvji6n5yDJVKuYHfmmPfn0dHUrcnE2iLsv-3M3MxJkMZltSdtQ/s320/IMG_9953.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-63250607787888968022010-05-11T17:01:00.003-05:002010-05-11T17:05:29.822-05:00Princes, princesses...and PharoahOkay, I know I desperately need to update some pictures, but my camera is not cooperating. In the meantime here are two funny exchanges I've had with Maelie lately.<br /><br />One morning Maelie woke up and told me she'd had a long, funny dream. I asked her to tell me about it and she told me all about the kids in her class being princesses, fairies, princes and "King Ty." I was really excited about that one because Ty has an identical brother in class, too, so I asked Maelie how she knew which brother was the King. "Oh, I just picked one."<br /><br />Later I told her to tell Ms. Kelli her dream. She looked at me in all seriousness and said, "I dreamed there were 10 fat cows and 10 skinny cows, but the skinny cows ate up all the fat cows." I crack up, and she interrupts me to tell me there were also "Helfy corn and skinny corn but the skinny corn ate all the helfy corn." Don't worry, we're working on the number thing...Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-42214929451506420832010-04-13T15:21:00.004-05:002010-04-14T08:06:52.650-05:00Funny for the Day<div>Conversation as we're leaving church today:</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Maelie (singing) "I say no to the devil, I say no to the devil" Mommy, why do we say no to the devil?</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Mommy: Everything he does and says and thinks is bad. We say no to everything about him.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Mae: Mommy, the devil's tricky.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Me: He sure is! </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Mae: The Easter bunny's tricky, too. Maybe they're friends.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Me: laugh til I cry...</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-24514301518025394892010-03-24T17:54:00.013-05:002010-03-24T18:16:00.571-05:00ONE Sweet Girl!<div align="center">I can't believe we've had this little ONE for ONE whole year! What a joy it has been to watch her grow, to see her little personality emerge, to love her and care for her, to "get to know her" and be her Mommy. The Lord has used her precious spirit to bless my life, to teach me and show me His love for me in new ways. It is such a priveledge to have her entrusted to my care. It has been one of the best years of my life! We celebrated with a cupcake party at our church with lots of friends and family. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sweet little face</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CIL2Oo8if7ttQYqupK_ioUEUm3KDQ_a4NDWOsGsy9gFRUnys9ENiulBItNyjKikpWOoq6FAWFuauzEu-A_PTR7O4Q5Eyy31HV0YHBTKncp73RcCTxbPYZJyqUiw7DRHfl7O3NQ/s1600/kids,+mckillips+124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452340981513705410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CIL2Oo8if7ttQYqupK_ioUEUm3KDQ_a4NDWOsGsy9gFRUnys9ENiulBItNyjKikpWOoq6FAWFuauzEu-A_PTR7O4Q5Eyy31HV0YHBTKncp73RcCTxbPYZJyqUiw7DRHfl7O3NQ/s320/kids,+mckillips+124.JPG" /></a> The closest we got to a picture with her "cake"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwB7-WcW8gikg-4tQ2iW-4FgtKa9paCqcnovmFZaEbGyMutdeT5AJG6BW2ayBUDZr0P0NSPlgTsUVsVlNWGEZv27n8tFMKOXjIJZbIeLJ0hRmbV1todRwXvfD4RinQHTXXDrILw/s1600/kids,+mckillips+123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452340787151317618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwB7-WcW8gikg-4tQ2iW-4FgtKa9paCqcnovmFZaEbGyMutdeT5AJG6BW2ayBUDZr0P0NSPlgTsUVsVlNWGEZv27n8tFMKOXjIJZbIeLJ0hRmbV1todRwXvfD4RinQHTXXDrILw/s320/kids,+mckillips+123.JPG" /></a> She loves this cozy coupe! It's the first thing she goes to each morning and she was in it for 90% of the party. Luckily, she had lots of people to push her around :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzW1w3JYbFEkdY-e7MNTBE1NFUUilahtfQ3aMvE52X77XioRlEQrfpnD3DQU_SMLujDjKuIUH2F7lhw1lWV3MscTD1k0cU1_fJ9WVaF7F0YnI7Pm6zo4GfmYNXK87uBehXv9Quvg/s1600/kids,+mckillips+207.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452340548170601602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzW1w3JYbFEkdY-e7MNTBE1NFUUilahtfQ3aMvE52X77XioRlEQrfpnD3DQU_SMLujDjKuIUH2F7lhw1lWV3MscTD1k0cU1_fJ9WVaF7F0YnI7Pm6zo4GfmYNXK87uBehXv9Quvg/s320/kids,+mckillips+207.JPG" /></a> The party!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMBJYebmKXOxNqniplyv93lAz1TRtEkFwR1eOp0teBdkr-yphH74aSxxHas8EHPICbXksCurxVoIVsV3ysTLpCvmH8RQVSPF59MrBzWH8Mm82bfEb6EzfI-rweteq5291Md7q1w/s1600/kids,+mckillips+214.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452340008262621554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMBJYebmKXOxNqniplyv93lAz1TRtEkFwR1eOp0teBdkr-yphH74aSxxHas8EHPICbXksCurxVoIVsV3ysTLpCvmH8RQVSPF59MrBzWH8Mm82bfEb6EzfI-rweteq5291Md7q1w/s320/kids,+mckillips+214.JPG" /></a><br />Checking out a present - with a pizza face<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVZb_kgkz5-4Gk0WCQhp71hkQV7A9NDF14Lc9KASOwE1HgpWlh-jHRtMjlmPOPnyK3h73Re_dHziTsrDKe1n7qjdUfHhI8zXbkMghhF3R32IaoOgrmuBPQqix9lcLKEJ_O8ZZVg/s1600/kids,+mckillips+227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452339766315759570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVZb_kgkz5-4Gk0WCQhp71hkQV7A9NDF14Lc9KASOwE1HgpWlh-jHRtMjlmPOPnyK3h73Re_dHziTsrDKe1n7qjdUfHhI8zXbkMghhF3R32IaoOgrmuBPQqix9lcLKEJ_O8ZZVg/s320/kids,+mckillips+227.JPG" /></a><br />Tiny hiney!</div><div>(P.S. Your hiney could look this cute, too! Or your bib or your onsie - check out my little pumpkin designs on etsy or facebook! Thanks, Donna Jo!)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NXZu3ZjotFE28seAA9viBqwCzIgFqDQh9X4tdghPqcztBP-DPSQTksP_Bq15fRyFT7fpZtDAeR8zZm8VR2Ci6zLjQ3RHGrVWfFDlBxoLWj87cDN9vAIPY5xFkQ67xfmUHVbwmA/s1600/kids,+mckillips+240.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452339474647532370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NXZu3ZjotFE28seAA9viBqwCzIgFqDQh9X4tdghPqcztBP-DPSQTksP_Bq15fRyFT7fpZtDAeR8zZm8VR2Ci6zLjQ3RHGrVWfFDlBxoLWj87cDN9vAIPY5xFkQ67xfmUHVbwmA/s320/kids,+mckillips+240.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Opening presents<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_berAICYbC93equdYl6da3CjiJ2I238jwO2rJVB7SAkfYdYC-7kDbVQdLb-yKZYkYU8hlzkOv3eOMZwP1tBb1x46pPGUHQ1eJ48kwhNmBjlqW20YCcVHCo7b5gonfKGIUmztWiQ/s1600/kids,+mckillips+219.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452339234130923330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_berAICYbC93equdYl6da3CjiJ2I238jwO2rJVB7SAkfYdYC-7kDbVQdLb-yKZYkYU8hlzkOv3eOMZwP1tBb1x46pPGUHQ1eJ48kwhNmBjlqW20YCcVHCo7b5gonfKGIUmztWiQ/s320/kids,+mckillips+219.JPG" /></a> Playing with her main man<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROnoSeQcTSCe0UD7q5LYsl1d7dmM0o9c_WVcId8kdnkCQ3GivybOcOwKpci1xZyqmssPlz59xUN97Z7m7ZQRW7siiCsRwOK2BWHbOk0QdCe3hV6Bqxs3Ef1y5f2Y2yPOM6nFCAg/s1600/kids,+mckillips+267.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452338575776275714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROnoSeQcTSCe0UD7q5LYsl1d7dmM0o9c_WVcId8kdnkCQ3GivybOcOwKpci1xZyqmssPlz59xUN97Z7m7ZQRW7siiCsRwOK2BWHbOk0QdCe3hV6Bqxs3Ef1y5f2Y2yPOM6nFCAg/s320/kids,+mckillips+267.JPG" /></a> Not a big fan of the cake<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn21U75_6eNDJwp_hTHrBxCw1YCsaRQBS6KY46pe_PkcqSHv-kf6F_7Wh7Iozvw00D3jiqvlx1EK0eybcGnzXTEknIrmZLkQFAjjCeV3VnWgebBQQgLO60JJgaCJNvBPg0KI_aXA/s1600/kids,+mckillips+281.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452338197852477890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn21U75_6eNDJwp_hTHrBxCw1YCsaRQBS6KY46pe_PkcqSHv-kf6F_7Wh7Iozvw00D3jiqvlx1EK0eybcGnzXTEknIrmZLkQFAjjCeV3VnWgebBQQgLO60JJgaCJNvBPg0KI_aXA/s320/kids,+mckillips+281.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We had a great day!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-20555221625621706472010-03-03T07:51:00.009-06:002010-03-03T08:10:54.384-06:00Maelie-MooHere's a little bit about what Maelie has been up to these days. She has been SO GOOD lately it has amazed us all. She went on an 11 day streak of not one spanking. Her previous record was 10 hours. And she was sleeping :) She's still cracking us up all the time and doing a really good job as a big sister. She and Lorelai have so much fun together. She even "babysits" sometimes while I'm in the shower, etc. and does a really good job. All she talks about is turning four and her Candyland birthday party - I can't believe it will be here before you know it!<br /><br />Here's a funny conversation we had the other day<br />M Why is King Herod so mean? <br />E I don't know - some people just are<br />M But WHY?<br />E I really don't know - all I can think of is that they don't know Jesus<br />M Well, I know Jesus<br />E Yup<br />M Yeah, I saw him<br />E Huh?<br />M Yeah, when God was making me. He was there, so I've seen him<br />She does have a freakishly good memory...:)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Riding the golf cart with the Daddies</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47BzXCussukz1TGBxFPMMaaSbGtXFk1UqXAmXvGmHtrnkQOT09noUcPyp6QLgqG6fD436WXjmDuNqRJZ9qQuIO-x-SakPf2DdSyymFe6jJHOlordlJUoCTWm1DqI4bkMil5vruA/s1600-h/IMG_4886.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444407049511041218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47BzXCussukz1TGBxFPMMaaSbGtXFk1UqXAmXvGmHtrnkQOT09noUcPyp6QLgqG6fD436WXjmDuNqRJZ9qQuIO-x-SakPf2DdSyymFe6jJHOlordlJUoCTWm1DqI4bkMil5vruA/s320/IMG_4886.JPG" /></a> She is LOVING the snow!</div><div align="center">(Yes, she's in a skirt - don't judge. We only wear dresses because pants are for BOYS!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQCal8Kvf4BOdYVxg-BQfQo6fJRD1TEQb0t6wbvQna0Noto00Kwpbq04wHnmet4py6qgMqfWBZwAaGua4msFPFxuPjOdN_5WapFGls9zI0aUXlBcXt5RfkJBfvxWlmWSQ5FLUrw/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444406881571316002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQCal8Kvf4BOdYVxg-BQfQo6fJRD1TEQb0t6wbvQna0Noto00Kwpbq04wHnmet4py6qgMqfWBZwAaGua4msFPFxuPjOdN_5WapFGls9zI0aUXlBcXt5RfkJBfvxWlmWSQ5FLUrw/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8npC5aRlAoejYRDdU6HSWXQ3DNOFqdYmSI5pdVdY6nrNfbGZy1fh_h_HP6ED-9JmsNCKTbC5mWZBfEuf8cWLRhVHZaMV6rLWNAqho5j7VhyCCvQBtLGj883UROoc3Y19bNX1ByA/s1600-h/IMG_4961.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444406685612015250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8npC5aRlAoejYRDdU6HSWXQ3DNOFqdYmSI5pdVdY6nrNfbGZy1fh_h_HP6ED-9JmsNCKTbC5mWZBfEuf8cWLRhVHZaMV6rLWNAqho5j7VhyCCvQBtLGj883UROoc3Y19bNX1ByA/s320/IMG_4961.JPG" /></a><br />Having a little pizza at Micah's birthday party. This girl is definitely her Daddy's daughter - the other day we went to Chuck E. Cheese and she ate 4 pieces of pizza!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PVCJeG9-XmcJ7e0eRi5y7RWk2WsqB9mRyAi85Q_Xr5gA0OdLng3wEZx83kdpacZd7UwsigcQI41irOB6zUVFdLdTsnlzcrcVs63mUgyGaPGk84z1JWP02Vrq_qfKEZY0i5uVrQ/s1600-h/IMG_4892.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444406435341520626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PVCJeG9-XmcJ7e0eRi5y7RWk2WsqB9mRyAi85Q_Xr5gA0OdLng3wEZx83kdpacZd7UwsigcQI41irOB6zUVFdLdTsnlzcrcVs63mUgyGaPGk84z1JWP02Vrq_qfKEZY0i5uVrQ/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" /></a><br />Painting on her easel - doesn't that look on her face say "come look at my masterpiece?"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8ObAGvAAOJI5lgfvTSYQiafcwuSH88NHvO_735ljTna-VFsdqatb9Iro-Qd1hlpxwRnVZHAuR_rYh855FhvoKzWlRa0CGzGJlCOPZ3rdYQOTGxMuJBW41GiDmTeauuTGwcHIIg/s1600-h/IMG_4869.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444406254652209506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8ObAGvAAOJI5lgfvTSYQiafcwuSH88NHvO_735ljTna-VFsdqatb9Iro-Qd1hlpxwRnVZHAuR_rYh855FhvoKzWlRa0CGzGJlCOPZ3rdYQOTGxMuJBW41GiDmTeauuTGwcHIIg/s320/IMG_4869.JPG" /></a><br />We love this girl!!!<br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-15226987131564117042010-02-24T16:33:00.004-06:002010-02-26T20:54:40.327-06:00Lamby-less 11 MonthsWell, unfortunately due to a little chaos in our lives lately this months pictures will be a little different. Sweet Lorelai spent a few days last week at Cook's being treated for what we think is an MRSA infection. It has been pretty rough watching the sweetest baby ever in so much pain, but I think we're finally on the road to recovery. She is back to her happy playful self, with just a little touch of spoiled added in after all the days in a row of being held - but we're okay with that!<br /><br /><br /><br />At 11 months, she is our little trickster. She's been giving fives for awhile, but over the last month she's learned to blow kisses, play peek-a-boo, say "shh!" with her finger on her mouth, hold her little arms out to play a game with Daddy, bonk her own head when Grammy says "ow!" do her little fingers like the itsy bitsy spider. This is a pretty cute age! She really loves a bath - which is a good thing since she's taking three per day these days. She is getting more expressive, too. Her facials crack me up! She snarls her nose when she's not happy, etc. She and Maelie are having more fun than ever, too. She wakes up every morning and lets me rock her for a few minutes, then sits straight up and either says "da-dee" or "mae mae." She also loves to sleep! I've never seen a baby who will finish her bottle and immediately just wants you to put her in her bed. As soon as you lay her in there, she snuggles up into a little ball and you never hear a peep out of her for at least 9 hours. Gotta love that!<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441942912127913938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPnagX6Y9ZRHfS9Bsfsy657fs0lB7LbpH85vZ0kIIDZxbzYVOMjmJHjL5dQppKvv9feDH3dBj-U1c7QabWKYgwk5yt4tL7Q_0ESSMElyaGoNbBiE3E4StpM7fJlI3DB5pjxsr5w/s320/IMG_4980.JPG" /> Poor sick baby!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9T_nf-LKamkmvBcRpp9mA3mPUFxI7Ob7cOnBurJH6k1mCKkZSa29QX_yIvk4Bn2sPfdsnSbpwrWr1An6vPPEDqg9ewBG5t2hQkSV5xk_DAWi4c-D0d9-Ib5DujdSPIBwNhwt62g/s1600-h/IMG_4986.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441942741346763394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9T_nf-LKamkmvBcRpp9mA3mPUFxI7Ob7cOnBurJH6k1mCKkZSa29QX_yIvk4Bn2sPfdsnSbpwrWr1An6vPPEDqg9ewBG5t2hQkSV5xk_DAWi4c-D0d9-Ib5DujdSPIBwNhwt62g/s320/IMG_4986.JPG" /></a> These are when we started feeling a little better. <br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9OXZwj7dg5qV92cVpAw5LQwX2eRNVF3JLNpnWX8mLiN2Ag-th-7cSz5NNlSuydjKVIkkXfvdwtpLIgBdVP9Ypr8xJGlmV6kAXlK8EMjo8qtRKc2E_vmmrxn-IU-KHXevt_9W6g/s1600-h/IMG_4982.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941993227350690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9OXZwj7dg5qV92cVpAw5LQwX2eRNVF3JLNpnWX8mLiN2Ag-th-7cSz5NNlSuydjKVIkkXfvdwtpLIgBdVP9Ypr8xJGlmV6kAXlK8EMjo8qtRKc2E_vmmrxn-IU-KHXevt_9W6g/s320/IMG_4982.JPG" /></a>By Friday, she was in the mood to play a little. This is her laughing at the bubbles Kyle and I were blowing at her. Even when she was really sick, she would still try to smile and say thank you to the nurses. Such a sweet girl!<br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-32774399703852504052010-02-02T17:44:00.002-06:002010-02-02T17:46:44.099-06:00Funny for the DayToday on the way to church Maelie said from the backseat "Mommy! If I'm not Jewish, then I'm not an Israelite!" This whole heritage thing is just not working out for her...maybe we should try to read more from the New Testament...Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-55631003016534319812010-01-25T21:28:00.001-06:002010-01-25T21:57:41.888-06:00Big Lessons from Little People ...and double digits!<div align="center"> I've always assumed that the Lord would use my children to teach me things about life, myself and Him. It makes me laugh the way he does it, though. It dawned on me the other day that it is in the best moments - moments of my heart bursting with love, pride, joy at them - that he quietly reveals himself to me. Pricks my heart that the love pouring out of me when I look at a sweet sleeping face as I rock her, pride over a new accomplishment, joy at just being their parent is just a small taste of the feelings that He has for me. It is in their not-so-best moments that He chooses to reveal things about myself. For example, the other day I was doing my best bear-wrestling imitation getting a squirmy ten month old dressed. I said aloud to her, "You know this would be a lot easier if you would just sit still." I was a little awed at how immediately and clearly He said to me "Yes, I know that feeling. It would be so much easier for me to clothe you in righteousness and joy, fill you with that wisdom that you keep asking for, etc. if you would just be still and let me." So thankful for the lessons I'm not sure I would've learned without the blessings I know I don't deserve.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Also, I can't believe our "Sweet Little Treat" as she has come to be know is already in the double digits. She is truly a light in our lives - the older she gets the more joy she brings to our family. Her sweet presence is such a blessing and we are loving getting to be a part of her life and watch her personality bloom.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430889832960111154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnFd6DSfeGYoj6_G5YI_btOPFx5CczNjoDJaO0dCp42DiDI8rFTmSHn9DamGx0xdUhDjxsAOz5ID3RkaY3hFQHxuFxzfWero72nQGzoCuRRRObKu4kj-k1IWEqSona9rIETdnUuA/s320/IMG_4877.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430889697393921458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJVet50JTcMdL4yZHlEpJkrMibNV8Ado5EIgcnR_rlpaGLTBlrKR-ism0qRKXQbZd-jCPdGAiz3kh-zQwRn_K5iFwwpWUi7XWTf_pyVP0fAZJKEe9ijVeLSlqxpbC1p0e5hyphenhyphenb_A/s320/IMG_4876.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430889572389233874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRr-t3cwAsISLcfS5bf7xFAGFOH7EujjN6UaQ7omMyu0gNIoDPj7esDh6lzqwRRn4WHMpWVbTS4Y6xJTr7F03lzpuu9EVQpzqUHoi3ppklhRcsHLLeMbDSLxWME-jznaIqMf3zdw/s320/IMG_4874.JPG" /> <p align="center">This month is the month of talking! She started saying "Daddy"which I think is precious. She doesn't say dada she says "da-DEE" and gets really excited to see him. She also says "bye" - usually just once, not bye bye, with a wave. She finally started saying mama, too, which she usually does in a fierce way as she fast crawls to me. She learned to shake her head no, which I shouldn't think is funny because it looks like she's mocking me sometimes, but it cracks her up so much and makes me laugh. I don't think she really knows what she's saying, anyway!</p><p align="center"><br />Things she loves at 10 months:<br />Cereal - much better than baby food<br />Any type of fruit in her net paci<br />Her sister - she and Maelie love to play together and she thinks Maelie is hilarious<br />Standing up and jumping<br />Playing with big kids<br />Her teacher, Ms. Brandi. She would rather play at Ms. Brandi's feet than be held by another teacher - it's pretty funny and very sweet.<br />Playing in curtains<br />Being outside<br />Her Mommy - she has turned in to a huge Mommy's girl. It wears my arms out sometimes, but I love it! </p><p align="center">Things she's not crazy about:<br />Baby food - we're pretty much over it<br />Having her clothes changed - she doesn't mind the diaper, but can't handle the clothes coming off and on.<br />Getting into the carseat, still<br />That's about all I can think of!</p>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-26606587962313451642010-01-04T19:58:00.004-06:002010-01-04T21:40:38.373-06:00Belated Nine Months<div align="center">Lorelai has been a busy girl these days! It seemed like overnight she learned to crawl on all fours, pulled up and got a tooth. Now she is just everywhere, but if you can't find her she's usually playing with Maelie. She loves to crawl into her foom or Maelie's and just play, and they love to play together. She is such a content and happy girl. She's also learned to sleep through the night - I mean, really sleep - 10-12 hours a night. I didn't know babies could do that! She also grew three inches since her October appointment, but has only gained 2 oz. That puts her off the charts in height and drops her down to about 50% in weight. Oh, and 200% in cuteness :)In every way, she is a joy to have in our lives and I thank God daily that I get to be her Mommy.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092649581780546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSQkStaCEzSmPedKVDe7Xp7Mljb5iqG0MzJDxnug_l3e9OqQFbCjS9CvrhYANT-_wwpknqL3Qa_OUtT3rymged3yFN2VExUcGFumNL7qXYbsYe1ia9I1JSvnewieaFBYEzjTUKw/s320/DSC_0709.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZdRqg6Dn_UmyzDvLCP6KlgpJqFAVg_OQdEND_1b4MKnJNkwj7oVlxk5buCFqaP9g8DVMD8qaO5L2_V8F_KiAYB-GfkXBeldYstpq6AD1zD5uaF7OgLOU70zooNk98ndkcDU-tQ/s1600-h/IMG_4705.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092096366028882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZdRqg6Dn_UmyzDvLCP6KlgpJqFAVg_OQdEND_1b4MKnJNkwj7oVlxk5buCFqaP9g8DVMD8qaO5L2_V8F_KiAYB-GfkXBeldYstpq6AD1zD5uaF7OgLOU70zooNk98ndkcDU-tQ/s320/IMG_4705.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAybRSUTOEd26JCTGFqY_UaA3x2kOnV6Lnz-ySbJgfthwT5QuGTTyimcw0oClJABVdY6PDjo_Kq5C99HdfrhqMw6Ys4v0jl0YY3_AoiCupaLpJC8lQZulMbHkt-8eAFGwPOa-taw/s1600-h/IMG_4704.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423091958955627634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAybRSUTOEd26JCTGFqY_UaA3x2kOnV6Lnz-ySbJgfthwT5QuGTTyimcw0oClJABVdY6PDjo_Kq5C99HdfrhqMw6Ys4v0jl0YY3_AoiCupaLpJC8lQZulMbHkt-8eAFGwPOa-taw/s320/IMG_4704.JPG" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-66750645828567299362009-12-29T21:39:00.013-06:002009-12-29T22:02:04.616-06:00Christmas Picture-palooza 2009<div align="center">We had a great Christmas this year - Lorelai's first! It was a little hard because Kyle has been working a ton, but we managed to have some fun, too. We had six family Christmases that nearly wore us out with so much fun, but it's always worth it to see all of our family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The Girls</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpVN5h0YwhuqhNBVL42i5IIrdwrfPUoAYdFqRvN2cV6xKmRpYDwNTODSPKVw2efVtd3IFWBE0lItOmOOZbvsjc_4SFn0aE9gMite0glHootfp2-NnuN6NyC4n8-91aug987SHGg/s1600-h/IMG_4654.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420871639054004578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpVN5h0YwhuqhNBVL42i5IIrdwrfPUoAYdFqRvN2cV6xKmRpYDwNTODSPKVw2efVtd3IFWBE0lItOmOOZbvsjc_4SFn0aE9gMite0glHootfp2-NnuN6NyC4n8-91aug987SHGg/s320/IMG_4654.JPG" /></a> Maelie and Elizabeth at their class Christmas party<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81C0WGVkC5wuynA1W4kpIch2Kz5fcRWe_KCLO8fJZqqWlal2GOzW3VyZBHrtiRngFJvhNmrLmgxwNkIixZJR3xLlo-Xtz_c3AzFNY1R4zkFXiuLx8S6iGLJVOXPByLI_h2wfEvA/s1600-h/IMG_4692.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420871427410900050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81C0WGVkC5wuynA1W4kpIch2Kz5fcRWe_KCLO8fJZqqWlal2GOzW3VyZBHrtiRngFJvhNmrLmgxwNkIixZJR3xLlo-Xtz_c3AzFNY1R4zkFXiuLx8S6iGLJVOXPByLI_h2wfEvA/s320/IMG_4692.JPG" /></a> Look out for the newest Chip and Dale's dancer!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVNF_Os5XVqxLX5QqMW3N7fpn3HEpYYbi8U_I2AOluO-gVDzZr5LKsQvcU0en3dtQtmQXL3mc_UCbfuCz4HidZVck65nSVheAoHOHxTG9mJ2JU7ysNbcTd9UauPNN1HtTJRRQLA/s1600-h/IMG_4710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420871217114717442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVNF_Os5XVqxLX5QqMW3N7fpn3HEpYYbi8U_I2AOluO-gVDzZr5LKsQvcU0en3dtQtmQXL3mc_UCbfuCz4HidZVck65nSVheAoHOHxTG9mJ2JU7ysNbcTd9UauPNN1HtTJRRQLA/s320/IMG_4710.JPG" /></a><br />Three matching cousings</div><div>(Can you believe this is the best picture I got?)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ki0dDFZLMM4BrGHFX1CRGprBOyvbcqZMFrYH0UNQNc0osaHqGJe3fQehgcD1OjtJGUoMFW8l446ysMCvf-ZRW5RV-ZXnjJms3-zqIDKJwEvb9kAn_qo6QOq0S-lvjUweuk07Yg/s1600-h/IMG_4712.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870933288374770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ki0dDFZLMM4BrGHFX1CRGprBOyvbcqZMFrYH0UNQNc0osaHqGJe3fQehgcD1OjtJGUoMFW8l446ysMCvf-ZRW5RV-ZXnjJms3-zqIDKJwEvb9kAn_qo6QOq0S-lvjUweuk07Yg/s320/IMG_4712.JPG" /></a><br />These girls really love each other<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7TtNWFIoAvsspxOhpeDwujhKXq2Tc6FXJyaSSxt0QKZKjmvbaSDH8WLDLRPXsmwEP5go0QfOIHxHqi3jMnLkgAw9lThH-V6zpUKAXSmGgHw4lIv6hZYO3DDaT8QdAFnMiA2hLg/s1600-h/IMG_4720.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870770033363298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7TtNWFIoAvsspxOhpeDwujhKXq2Tc6FXJyaSSxt0QKZKjmvbaSDH8WLDLRPXsmwEP5go0QfOIHxHqi3jMnLkgAw9lThH-V6zpUKAXSmGgHw4lIv6hZYO3DDaT8QdAFnMiA2hLg/s320/IMG_4720.JPG" /></a> Maelie wanted it to snow on Christmas SOOO badly - I kept telling her that it doesn't snow in Texas at Christmas and she was so upset. I think this made her even more excited when it actually did snow on Christmas :) </div><div>She said, "I can't believe God told it to snow just like I asked!!" <br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870545548497554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEM5c8gfxAq4mhHWTvvbWMn72geXKnmEI0kU30lQU_MDnf2wycUURpqto4ohhtz7FFlNVqQ5w93NSAYid14hZXihuAVFo3Fqj6Ml_exHFjmNzS_QPZWsjvdRzWFN-hcvDt_DWltw/s320/IMG_4736.JPG" />Lorelai peeking through her new tunnel<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQA66bPyauKvEWnDoXYRQz48D8M-TLUyESz0Xz2qTXKipT9hVO_At1SGxpgKBNCTz2DWQIlpAGRm1F_yDkWKusjg83y6WQPYF-xNRtUBJQy10rI-BRIKxBeOSVsvDFYOHyustxQ/s1600-h/IMG_4781.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870024241534642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQA66bPyauKvEWnDoXYRQz48D8M-TLUyESz0Xz2qTXKipT9hVO_At1SGxpgKBNCTz2DWQIlpAGRm1F_yDkWKusjg83y6WQPYF-xNRtUBJQy10rI-BRIKxBeOSVsvDFYOHyustxQ/s320/IMG_4781.JPG" /></a><br />Maelie on the new princess scooter<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3ry7pKYVohZ4t4NfFXEb_4Po26w-ZhAY80N8emarst-UhRq8d4gHUgrfNmJU2kT3WM0Fbziulf3TMFwUwHrOEZqnjowT5aXu3DK8ZU7FI_ZAvWHUcoU7p9Icblpns-1CMeB8Kw/s1600-h/IMG_4786.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420869865463715474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3ry7pKYVohZ4t4NfFXEb_4Po26w-ZhAY80N8emarst-UhRq8d4gHUgrfNmJU2kT3WM0Fbziulf3TMFwUwHrOEZqnjowT5aXu3DK8ZU7FI_ZAvWHUcoU7p9Icblpns-1CMeB8Kw/s320/IMG_4786.JPG" /></a> My sister and brother and me<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMOFlknH4rPhAJ2UyEmkZuaVg0la4GXLLMpmj-MQpbHgNMaH1PLoeljeFKwRq5w9Ontb5GwemaQ0lWOOXlmoTQa2bpqVQHlam7BQLxdqOa5TlrBONILR9YgsoK1n6nYCBDLkI1A/s1600-h/IMG_4838.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420869433915040722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMOFlknH4rPhAJ2UyEmkZuaVg0la4GXLLMpmj-MQpbHgNMaH1PLoeljeFKwRq5w9Ontb5GwemaQ0lWOOXlmoTQa2bpqVQHlam7BQLxdqOa5TlrBONILR9YgsoK1n6nYCBDLkI1A/s320/IMG_4838.JPG" /></a> I think this has been Maelie's favorite part of the Christmas holidays - hanging out with Henry.</div><div>If anyone knows a good therapist, let me know, we're probably going to need it next week when he leaves to go back to Maryland.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXi-vkyVh2PmjrPPkju8_yOJvhEJBvy_9PRQbj7TELkQ4pLt2JzPLDIfvm9-5HWNM0u4QgYNocqlEFlnboeqxo-PTRIyyBhWPhIfrAYSjskbvJwhwBN2tiO7k3sXy7-cYgr6Q0g/s1600-h/IMG_4844.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420869249368792642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXi-vkyVh2PmjrPPkju8_yOJvhEJBvy_9PRQbj7TELkQ4pLt2JzPLDIfvm9-5HWNM0u4QgYNocqlEFlnboeqxo-PTRIyyBhWPhIfrAYSjskbvJwhwBN2tiO7k3sXy7-cYgr6Q0g/s320/IMG_4844.JPG" /></a> Riding the scooter at Grammy and Papaw's<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_w9DbcImRaLx2IylZD2J56n_WF4rYB0ZktOCMMZAKgVTk0l1GgfOO4uIayqTF8jJ2Yy1mshcYpXDxJteqqP0X2EckdnBVRWBt1sR-cK2i2AK9Qj579WPLo969uc_tBmNav6tnbQ/s1600-h/IMG_4850.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420869086638196226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_w9DbcImRaLx2IylZD2J56n_WF4rYB0ZktOCMMZAKgVTk0l1GgfOO4uIayqTF8jJ2Yy1mshcYpXDxJteqqP0X2EckdnBVRWBt1sR-cK2i2AK9Qj579WPLo969uc_tBmNav6tnbQ/s320/IMG_4850.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-41706742481606570562009-12-23T22:00:00.000-06:002009-12-23T22:31:29.270-06:00The Thirty Greatest Moments of My Thirty YearsThe Thirty Greatest Moments of My Thirty Years<br />in no particular order<br />P.S. There are pictures at the bottom if you get bored reading!<br /><br />1) When I had Maelie. The strongest first memory I have of her is the sight of her. The second she was born they plopped her on my tummy and I was stunned. It happened more quickly than I had expected. One minute she was in my tummy and the next here she was - a little miracle that I had had a small part of. The sight of her there - perfect and mine - is still hard to put into words.<br /><br />2) When I had Lorelai. My strongest first memory of her is the sound of her cry. For some reason at her birth she was not in my sight for a few seconds, but at the sound of that little cry I remember looking at Kyle with tears in my eyes and shock at how quickly my heart had expanded and how much I loved her before I had even seen her.<br /><br />3) When Kyle McKillip called me on Christmas Day, 1998 and asked me out for our second date. After our first date I walked into my house and told my mom I was going to marry him. Part of that was being silly, but I really liked him and was so excited when he called on Christmas to think that maybe he felt the same way.<br /><br />4) When we bought our house. It's funny, because I'm so ready to sell it now, but when we were 21 and buying a house of our own it was so exciting and I felt like we were "really grown up." It was so much fun working on it with Kyle and feeling like we had a home.<br /><br />5) When it snowed in January of 2001. Kyle and I were living in an apartment, barely married and so excited about the snow that we moved our mattress into the living room and slept with the windows open so that we could hear it. I remember thinking that this is what I imagined being married as - having fun with your best friend.<br /><br />6) When I took the Beth Moore "Living Beyond Yourself" Bible study. It was the first Beth Moore and first really deep Bible study I'd done and it showed me new ways to talk to the Lord that changed our relationship.<br /><br />7) When I got the job at Young Children's World. I really thought that there was no way that they would hire someone as young as I was. Plus, it was going to be a $200/month paycut that we really couldn't afford. Kyle and I spent the weekend praying about the decision to take the job and right after we talked Kyle went to check the mail. There was a check for $500 and a letter from our mortgage company saying something had been miscalculated and our mortgage payment was being decreased by $200/month. No way would that have been there if we had not followed the Lord and taken the job that turned out to be the best job in the world.<br /><br />8) When Drew, my younger brother by 10 years was born. I was not sure about a baby in our family before he was born, but I remember wanting to stay in the waiting room and not go on walks with the other kids because I couldn't wait to meet him. I loved him so much and still do!<br /><br />9) When I realized I liked my mom :) We had some rough times over the early years of my life, but sometime in my 20s I realized what a good mom she is and more importantly what a good friend. (It doesn't hurt that she's the world's best Grammy.)<br /><br />10) When I realized that Kyle was in it for good. I think there were times in the early years of our marriage when I would subconciously test that fact - picking silly fights or escalating them just to see if he really meant it. He did. The Lord shows me alot about His acceptance and love for me through the way that Kyle loves and accepts me.<br /><br />11) When God put Jayne in my life. She is such a precious combination of friend and mentor. I think everyone needs someone like her - wise, but completely nonjudgemental, a little further down life's road and willing to share her wisdom, faith and experience. I know that I'm a better mom, wife, friend, and Christian because of her influence.<br /><br />12) When Kasey moved to Texas. Okay, that's a weird one because it stunk that Rob had to be in Iraq, so it wasn't all good, but I'm thankful that we got to live in the same city as adults for the first time in our lives. I think that it brought us immeasurably closer and redefined our relationship.<br /><br />13) When Henry was born. Getting to be an Aunt was the greatest experience. Love like a Mom with the ability to spoil and never have to spank! I got to spend the first week of his sweet life with him in San Angelo and I loved getting to bond with him. It still makes my day when I see his cute face on skype and hear "what aunt emmy doin'?"<br /><br />14) When I made Rebellaire dance captain. It was my senior year and being in that group made it so much fun! I was so excited and it was also the first time I had been in a leadership position. It didn't hurt that so many of my good friends were there, too.<br /><br />15) When I got to bring Maelie to work with me for the first time. I have always loved my job, but having her there with me made it even better. So many women that I love so much were there it felt like bringing her home a little having her in a place I loved with so many Christian sisters loving on my baby.<br /><br />16) When I joined Richland Hills Church of Christ. Okay, in that moment I probably didn't realize how great it was, but I love my church and am so thankful to belong to a body of believers that loves the Lord and shows it in so many ways. I love our leaders and how they are so intentional about sharing the love of Christ "in Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria and to the ends of the earth."<br /><br />17) When I met Patty Weaver. She is the best boss (even though she's not a fan of that word :) and friend. She has taught me so much about what it means and how to minister to others, especially children and their families. She is a living example of someone who does her best to glorify the Lord in all she does. She has also taught me a lot about spectacularness - how to make things better than people expected, how we can really do anything or make anything happen when we work together.<br /><br /><br />18) When Kelli had Elizabeth. When our daughters were born, so was a friendship that brings tears to my eyes when I really think about all the ways I've been blessed by it. No one is a better encourager than Kelli. She really makes you feel great about yourself while at the same time encouraging you to be even better. She is always pointing you towards a closer walk with the Lord. I also got my little friend Elizabeth that day - a precious friend to my Maelie and another sweet little someone to love.<br /><br />19) When Lauren came to work at RHCC. Wow! Sometimes God really blows my mind. What a precious gift from Him to have one of your best friends working right down the hallway. I still get excited when I see her walking down the hall to stop by my office and chat. I am convinced that my life would not be the same without her presence - her ability to bring so much fun and such deep friendship into my life has been a blessing as long as I've known her (which is a long time).<br /><br />20) Bringing Lorelai home from the hospital. I'll never forget the surrealness of having two full carseats in the back seat and feeling like it had always been that way. I was completely at peace about my new role as Mommy to two and amazed at how easily our family had grown from two to three to four. It was a great drive and just got better as the three of us introduced Lorelai to her new home and got to spend time together as a family.<br /><br />21) When I moved to Abilene. I loved everything about being there - the friends I came with and the ones I made along the way. The town itself and all the fun things we did there. The classes I took even seemed fun, like the beginning of "real life." Living on my own and the freedom and feeling of being a grown up that came with it. Growing with God and being led to Kyle. I still love to go back there and have a little taste of all those good feelings!<br /><br />22) When Maelie decided that when she grows up she wants to be a Mommy "just like me." She is the funniest, most precious thing, but she is also a very challenging little girl. There are many days when I question the job that I am doing with her as a mother, but I guess it can't be all bad if that's what she wants to be when she grows up!<br /><br />23) When I got my quilt for Christmas. When I was around eight years old my great-grandmother made each one of her 15 or so great-grands a handmade quilt for Christmas. That thing has been on my bed everyday since. It's the perfect weight, size, and it's the craziest colors you've ever seen. It reminds me that really great things aren't always perfect on the outside. It's warm when I need warming and surprisingly feels cool in the summer. It's been on campouts, sleepovers, off to camp, picnics outside - you name it, but it better be on my bed before I go to sleep. When it started to get a little ragged, my Grandma took it and reinforced every stitch to make it last longer, so now it's even more precious.<br /><br />24) When I found out Val was pregnant. This in itself was an answer to many, many prayers, and a few days later when I found out I was pregnant it was the fulfillment of a lifelong wish to get to be mommies together. Val is the biggest and best part of most of my childhood memories and getting to share this stage of life with her is a bigger blessing than I had even imagined.<br /><br />25) My 30th birthday! A big group of our friends got together for a steak (my favorite!) and then spent the rest of the night driving around town in a Hummer limo looking at Christmas lights. It was so much fun and such a sweet treat from my precious husband. The best part was looking around and realizing how blessed I am to have so many amazing friends in my life.<br /><br />26) When my Mom got married. I was so happy to see her with someone that she loves so much and that loves her, too. We all love Wayne, especially Maelie, and were so glad to have him as an official part of our family.<br /><br /><div><div><br /></div><p>27) When Kyle asked me to marry him. We were on top of a mountain in Colorado, and I remember having a hard time catching my breath. I love him so much and it still amazes me that he saw enough in me to want to spend the rest of our lives together. He is such a pillar of faith, such a precious and tender heart - I just cannot imagine a better man. The fact that he chose me is still humbling and amazing.<br /><br />28) When I went to Italy. My senior year of high school our choir toured several cities in Italy and had the chance to sing in several cathedrals. So much fun with great friends. Such a once in a lifetime experience to be in a foreign country with people I loved, doing something I loved, and experiencing something so new. </p><div>29) When I married Kyle. That day in particular was a great day - I remember not being able to keep a goofy grin off my face - but the thing that was so great about that day is that it was the beginning of so many great days. In our ten years of marriage, they honestly have not all been great days, but the cumulative effect of loving him and being loved by him, of raising children and growing up together has been the second greatest experience of my life, only next to my relationship with Jesus. I cannot believe God led me to such a loving, faithful, wise, selfless, and fun partner for life at such an early age, and am so thankful for the years and growing we have done together and the ones to come.<br /><br />30) When I got baptized. I had no idea at the time how deeply and completely this would change me and shape me. Everytime I see someone get baptized at church it brings tears to my eyes not only that the kingdom of God has grown, but also that that person is in for such an amazing journey as the Lord grows them and draws them closer to Him. I had loved the path that He has led me down thus far and cannot wait to see what else He has in store for me!</div><div align="center">Sweet Daddy and Husband</div><div align="center">(P.S. That's the quilt, too!)</div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418645976729613410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrAqJmZmqKvcIS9AqSBp5bF1iEpfha0EA5qRTMx0RRjuNiA9IIu85i_MD9XV0BnGJR5VZN02HQMCm1ynFHPPgWex-O2H-brKVePRMRq8o9cG9WPOOeK4mKYz3Cxgt0tQPlithTw/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" /> <div align="center">Maelie's first day at YCW</div><div align="center">Having breakfast with Jayne</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418644323708393378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGTlsA9NyHiI2bE4fdlszY2bF8cybwsGVkqQH8cTFLPshB7oTNPgLjstR8dNpo1e-wgGKE0Xrk2Id7dK_smnGwqDJW0SV6kleOy4Z8Ea6PuXuTJrsIGz2IMJ-N-Mt2dGjbQJGLA/s320/PA090316.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Baby Henry, less than 1 week old</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651897855678834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1ejdw0dnw4BmW8hHK7_8vZVyp8x4goAU5nDHrIHLmep1hpR3F4j03oYqT-1dYBDBuNhkC76-m_PyoMbTDTkV4wDgUU9N2G-fTLw9BzW7Xog2h-MLqDU6esJgqYkSHL_vcj4ORg/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" /></div><div align="center">The women of YCW</div><div align="center">One of the biggest reasons this job is so good</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418653109165392882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOF8vZ24TYmg7xWyKtZkwrroKowpTF4QqGJXPomMZCRzpPC3vZ5kMo4mChk7UgXcGhxNsl0K4xz5rRyOKz76nm1KV11mp4QbYVVM6M3FlpUfH4td-RSKueyjT76NbBCfBbbDePIg/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" /></div><div></div><div align="center">Coming home with my girls!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418645595049629058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkF0qvKbk7_zW5ELOEWQkscMTbJj5eBuD00R6YCuFoe_l_88bLBH3AF8uyNDCBzSSXcSsU8zpmmCI6HgAF8b2OheLZ90S925CEwm2JZiG6r7dtXb2QwqIM-JB3dyRhUxv2g_xeQ/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" /></div><div></div><div align="center">Patty and Maelie</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418644640297009634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYcclJcfn1gO_bZFbEV7e3gKGrcBK7mlvkS9wHXTypkDuZKUd6Ks7qX2mjUEANfN-emBP6jYVwb8I3wBvgDYSuoq9BGfN5yCWOAmS848yXxYvhhQfa7TFcVoFJu-2n3YXfCDWTA/s320/P5319571.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Baby bellies!</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643592686917954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_OvttbzIuac1oWKu12FYEj7dQbCiqU17FQc4WNk4YVILr2FjXLE1hLGITsiOWOSJjIrnEKigMjrdft_nq_C4PY6xvWHgU61hSWFqA3jz-13GfEjtp9dLdQw7h48nbLmheOFTDA/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" /><br />First night in our new house<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418642991642160418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthCLlxGklgtKR7if1RDiHXvkpHSxI0NobVedsgt7kMLwvoRoLDNDSj-FIpB65PruWHLvjUX0JOG9Gq8ct28UjUC5os0CkhZhLs_osyrH3NmOQ8rA0mUh9xjSGLasyH1U0PBeJ9w/s320/P1010223.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Lauren's first day at RHCC</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643141517742386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXGNZH8YlYUGpoPbQGQnoFukLnyL9wO3adIwXA42zqcKkKUw0HbIouV1SRkvu628w0NuSx9G8t7lcY4DkMwNmJ2fvbQo0YAqx1trDgsM1n9FpGmZ3bKroGg9HwZsamK0qUio0yg/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Maelie - 9 days old</div><div align="center">Elizabeth - 1 day old</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418642684701662850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pE7wCj1Cf6UZZ8IwBXp5dWzBxRZXHCCuFDH7Ijf79x9D1-rF9c5GXTwQvtzbPgFvoXiL8k0_fAoqUVQnZxEMYGLL5wqrd0hH_dxDuI64yqq3rwDheTvwaNJXq8frWqnlvNRC4A/s320/P6099856.JPG" /></div><div align="center">My sweet family</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418642281386154226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYSStugBbaDu5ck22qVfb4Nw3jf1kTVc5SMWwFb-l_1CQTHPvFPNNCavN0BKJHc9DU1HgjbLNgq2JXQ1iXEVnbFHpBGJ1zeoPeODoPU0eZo2mF370H81BLWZvLTgSyZJvbebqBA/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Me and Maelie</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418641966945017954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYakr2Qk0yusO1SYMmHLqUsJ33CghnK3RTVPuOgzKLjBu5TuDvmefCzHaf8qtBZjqUtVJkfCldu4P_VJmaQTUN6MHhRFTE3CdMFs-rgXZJleFPpoNPuNluwHAiA6ZamJryPcJGNQ/s320/P1010123.JPG" /></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26885001.post-72902716865807419122009-12-22T19:09:00.003-06:002009-12-22T19:11:26.763-06:00Funny (and disgusting) for the DayTonight Maelie and I were playing with her Pretty Pretty Princess game and there are tiny jewel stickers you are supposed to put on the crown. After awhile Maelie said, "Look at this bootiful jewel. Isn't it bootiful?" I absentmindedly said yes and she said "I found it in my nose." No, she didn't stick a jewel in her nose - apparently, she just picked a real winner.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019004725441509214noreply@blogger.com1