tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341914512024-03-07T18:14:29.379-08:00life with the wisnerslife with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.comBlogger370125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-43169161975345975592012-08-26T19:24:00.002-07:002012-08-26T19:24:35.014-07:00on the eve of kindergarten, take 2so. i never blog anymore. i own it. sometimes i get really sad that it just doesn't happen anymore. because i miss that a lot of our memories aren't captured through words or pictures. but i just can't imagine sitting down at the computer as often i once did to document our lives.<br />
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(after reading that, i *am* really sad that i don't blog anymore. but...too much work. oh well. stay on task, janet.)<br />
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y'all. goo? is starting kindergarten tomorrow morning.<br />
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{breathe in. breathe out.}<br />
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there are so many things swirling around in my head right now. like...HOW CAN THIS BE?<br />
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last year, goo attended a FABULOUS kindergarten at a private school in the area and had an amazing experience. the year before was a tough one. so i envisioned a tough one again. but no. she had a woman who loved her every day. who prayed for and with her every day. who taught her Scripture. who taught her different ways to pray. different things to pray for. different people to pray for. the importance of our service men and women. the importance of our public service workers (firemen and women, police officers, paramedics, 911 responders, etc). and the different names for God. all while teaching her how to read, write, do math, experience worship, etc. so. needless to say, we love(d) her.<br />
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and so when the year was over, we were sad. we had her awesome teacher (and her husband) over for dinner. and it was wonderful. and we've met her for ice cream this summer. and goo has prayed for her on a regular basis. <br />
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and all summer, i worried. i worried about my little missionary daughter. who has become an amazing little woman with the most enormous heart. i have been praying for her as the thought of her going to "the big house" enters my mind. i have been praying almost daily for a little friend for her. a boy or a girl. a friend who makes good decisions as a 5- or 6-year-old.<br />
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fast forward to this past thursday night. kindergarten parent orientation night. the night where we'd find out who goo's teacher was going to be.<br />
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and as the teachers spoke, my stomach turned upside down. and buz left the room to take a call. and while he was out, he texted. "she got mrs. b."<br />
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i felt myself starting to cry. <br />
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bigH had mrs. b. and she is the teacher we were SO HOPING goo would have.<br />
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and so when parent orientation was over, buz went home to relieve the sitter (nana), and i went to see if i could find mrs. b. and i did. and i hugged her. and i may have cried.<br />
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tomorrow i will walk bigH AND goo to the same school. and i will walk goo into the same classroom where bigH was. and where bigH learned big life lessons. and where he was loved on by mrs. b. and goo gets to be loved on just as much, if not more. surprisingly, i'm not nervous or scared. but confident in where the Lord has our little family. at our little school.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">dear goo,</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">first of all, i could NOT love you more. couldn't. right now, it's sunday night. on the eve of you heading off to kindergarten. daddy and i just took you and bigH to your school in your jammies and prayed outside each of your classrooms. and i got a lump in my throat when we were outside your classroom. you had meet the teacher friday morning, and when we got in the car, you were teary. i was so nervous. when i asked you what was wrong, you said, "mom, everything i've dreamed about my whole life is finally coming true. i finally have mrs. b. and i finally get to go to school with bigH." oh, how my heart swelled. you are an amazing little girl. you are our little missionary. loving on others who sometimes don't get loved on as much. i pray tonight that you would instantly find confidence within your heart to walk into that classroom with pride. that you are awesome. i pray for your time at lunch. that you wouldn't sit by yourself. i pray that the moment you first open your locker is as awesome as it has been in your head. i pray that mrs. b secretly loves on you throughout the day. that mrs. n (who you also know) will wink at you every so often tomorrow, just to let you know she's looking out for you. i pray that recess is awesome. i pray that you would find at least one friend. a boy or a girl. a friend who makes good decisions. who is kind. who isn't ugly to others. i pray that other kiddos will see in you the beauty within that i do. that daddy does. that bigH does. that your little sister does. i pray that you would see bigH at least once during the day tomorrow, and that he would give you a look and say something encouraging to you. and maybe even hug you. :) you are going to ROCK IT tomorrow. i cannot wait to hear about your day. and i cannot wait to see your face the moment you get to walk out that door at 245 tomorrow. beware: i might be crying.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i love you with every ounce of my being and could not be prouder of you.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">love, mom</span></i>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-41766473142393464552012-04-30T20:49:00.001-07:002012-04-30T20:49:56.847-07:00thankfuli've wanted to write this post for a while. a very long while.<br />
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here's the thing. i have SO MUCH to thankful for. and i feel like God's really been teaching me lately to notice everything i have in my life and what i love about it. especially in the midst of the times when i really want to throw myself a pity party. <br />
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wait, what? you don't throw yourself pity parties? buz says my pity parties are so awesome that they deserve hats and snacks. that buz...he's a funny one.<br />
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so. for MONTHS i've been wanting to dump out everything swirling around in my brain. and just get out (somewhere) all the incredible blessings in my life. and so...voila.<br />
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this will be long. really, really long. this will be FULL of pictures. this will have no sense of order. this will be shallow. this will be deep. but. it will make me feel good. (and i will be able to print it out.)<br />
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i've noticed lately that while i'm not thankful for the experiences, i'm thankful for what i learn in the midst.<br />
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...my kids. puh-lease. let's just look at them. i can't believe they are mine. <br />
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...for the fact that H&G are happy together in this picture. we're in a rough patch right now with those two. but praying through this season.<br />
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...for the fact that E smiles with her nose scrunched up. i could EAT her.<br />
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...for the drama of this one.<br />
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...that my girls will know what kind of guy to look for when they're ready to get married. he loves those two girls with everything that he has. lucky them.<br />
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...that E has an older brother who takes his role as big brother VERY SERIOUSLY.<br />
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...for her happiness. and bluebonnets. for the record, i do NOT like taking bluebonnet pictures. i know. who AM i?<br />
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...that christmas was so fun this year. and that my kids have perfected the art of the fake smile.<br />
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...that we all looked happy for our new years card.<br />
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...for bigH's "alien tooth." do you see it? the extra tooth that grew in the roof of his mouth? i know. it's gross. really nasty. but it provided material for a lot of conversations. and got him a "cool" card with his friends.<br />
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...that goo is not scared to lose teeth.<br />
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...that all three of my kids fit in the sandbox. barely. but they *do* fit together. be still my heart.<br />
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...that bigH worships the ground E walks on.<br />
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...that neither is goo.<br />
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...that my kids' dentist is pretty much a rockstar. (and went to undergrad with me. crazy.)<br />
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...that goo lost her first tooth AT the dentist. and her brother pulled it for her.<br />
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...for bigH's teacher. i love her. a lot. and kind of want to be her friend. outside of school.<br />
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...that my parents love my kids. (and that i should probably take pictures in the shade more often.)</div>
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...for my parents. PERIOD. they are the most generous people i know. they love my children as if they were their own. they WANT to do things with us. they WANT to have h&g over. (e doesn't sleep over yet because she's too big for a pack and play but not big enough for a big girl bed.) my mom likes spending time with just me. my dad likes spending time with just me. if we need them or want them for babysitting, they jump at the chance. love my parents.</div>
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...that sometimes she isn't thrilled with our ideas of fun.<br />
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...that this picture reflects how our family feels about the youngest kid.<br />
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...that buz and i make some cute kids.<br />
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...that buz still makes me giddy after almost 11 years.<br />
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...for my friend meegs. i met her in 1995 working at a <a href="http://kanakuk.com/">summer kamp</a>. and we have stayed friends. and she is by far one of the most generous people i know. and my kids know her. even though they've never met her. (that will change this summer.) she encourages me. and lets me tell her about my everyday life. and doesn't appear bored.<br />
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...for an experience recently that changed my life. meegs (see above) GENEROUSLY gave buz and me tickets to the steven curtis chapman concert several weeks ago. and i can say that it changed my life. buz and i sat together, alone, listening to music that we grew up loving. and to hear scc talk about the challenges in his life was heartbreaking and heartwarming. and Christ did something in my heart and in buz's. it was incredible. thanks, meegs.<br />
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...that bigH learned to swing last year.<br />
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...that buz pursues his daughter something fierce.<br />
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...that E loved the state fair this year.<br />
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...actually that all of us did.<br />
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...and i do mean all of us.<br />
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...that goo found something new that she is addicted to.<br />
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...i love her.<br />
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...that i giggle every time i look at these pictures.<br />
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...that goo lets me play cards with her.<br />
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...that goo is an artist.<br />
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...for our movie night on friday nights. that we put edith down and have chipotle with sleeping bags and popcorn and a movie. and the four of us are together, having family time. and i wouldn't change it for anything.<br />
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...that E loves to be outside.<br />
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...that it's SUPER EASY to pack goo's lunch.<br />
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...for buz. y'all. i hate to brag (not really). but i have THE BEST HUSBAND in all the land. i love that he brings me a dr pepper home ANY TIME he is out. that he helps with dinner. that he coaches bigH's basketball team. that he loves his daughters with reckless abandon. that he still pursues me. that he's hot. (sorry...i know that's shallow. but have you SEEN him?) that he bathes all of our children at night. <br />
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...for internet friends who turned into real life friends.<br />
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...for the texas state fair. is it dorky that i've mentioned this several times? yes?<br />
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...for my neighbor/friend/mom of bigH's friend. she is always willing to do anything for me/us. not to mention, she is such a fun friend to hang out with.<br />
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...SO THANKFUL for my brother's kids who LOVE my kids. and for goo's fake smile. that she's constantly perfecting.<br />
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...that this is the view goo has of me sometimes.<br />
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...for the fact that the Lord truly listens to me and answers prayers. i have prayed all year about my relationship with goo. i have prayed specifically that He would help me truly DELIGHT in her. and oh my word, has He ever. <br />
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...that i finally got to have the "dude, please don't give your sisters rabbit ears" talk.<br />
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...for crazy comfortable shoes.<br />
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...for awesome sights.<br />
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...that bigH lets me play hero factory and legos with him.<br />
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...for goo's teacher this year (who doesn't have grey hair but was paula deen for halloween - love her). this woman deserves her own post. who knows? maybe i'll post again within the next six months.<br />
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...for goo's teacher. (see? i told you i needed to write more about her.) she has changed goo's life this year. i've told her this many times, but i don't think she has any idea about the impact she's had on my sweet 5yo. <br />
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...for goo's soccer coach. who loved goo and was so incredibly loved back.<br />
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...for movie night. and snuggies.<br />
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...for goo's school this year. this has been a GOLDEN year for goo.<br />
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...for firefighters who like our thanksgiving cookies.<br />
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...for pediatric hospitals who love coloring books and crayons on thanksgiving.<br />
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...for cool things to look at when you leave the pediatric hospital. and for still having fun even though you're 36.<br />
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...for more firefighters who show you around the firehouse on thanksgiving. because they're awesome.<br />
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...when my daughter lit up when i tied on a scarf for her.<br />
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...that goo lets me play "princess polly pockets go out on the town" with her.<br />
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...for capturing moments during the day that make my heart EXPLODE.<br />
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...for cold morning walks to brother's school.<br />
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...for babies who fall asleep after their baths.<br />
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...for boy movies that only boys like.<br />
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...for red starbucks cups and what comes inside them.<br />
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...for december 20, the anniversary of when buz and i got engaged. and the tradition of getting starbucks and looking at christmas lights. and having my kids enjoy the tradition just as much.<br />
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...for E's love of on the border chips.<br />
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...for doctor's offices. WE HAVE SEEN WAY TOO MANY OF THESE THE LAST 6-8 MONTHS. YES, THIS WARRANTS ALL CAPS.<br />
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...for medicine. for breathing treatments that make your lungs feel like a new car.<br />
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...for moments alone with my middle one. and for the generosity of friends who give us their tickets to museums.<br />
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...for e's facial expressions. and for my mom who saved my whole tshirts.<br />
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...for friends who introduced you to sushi years ago.<br />
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...for times when i look at my camera roll and find these treasures in it.<br />
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...for the moment when i get to lay next to buz at night.<br />
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...for the fact that i threw caution to the wind and let my kids splash in the rain. it wasn't easy, but just LOOK at their faces. totally worth it.<br />
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...for the way she looks in, well, pretty much anything.<br />
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...for cold mornings with my little man.<br />
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...for the keurig that my inlaws gave buz (and me) for christmas.<br />
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...for happy sisters.<br />
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...for the moment that goo takes a picture of me and tells me i look like a movie star. price. less.<br />
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...for fifty's day at goo's school.<br />
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...for my bike and trailer.<br />
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...for friends who we've known since they were born.<br />
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...for goo's sense of style and fashion.<br />
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...for nana's convertible that she lets us take to sonic sometimes. and for goo's perfection of the fake smile.<br />
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...again for internet friends who become real friends.<br />
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...that e sleeps. she's our not-so-good sleeper. so this sight? makes us happy. all of us.<br />
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...when i get to celebrate bigH's citizen of the month celebration at school.<br />
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...when goo smiles genuinely. good Lord, she's beautiful.<br />
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...for my sense of humor. who goes to a basketball game with their kids and plays words with friends? this guy, apparently. i laughed about this for days.<br />
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...for the day that bigH made his first purchase with his OWN money.<br />
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...thankful for the look on bigH's face when he saw that E was "reading" spiderman.<br />
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...for the green scarf given to me by a very dear friend for no reason at all. the green scarf that i get compliments on every. single. time. i wear it.<br />
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...for girl nights at chickfila.<br />
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...for the ability to put my feet up when i TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND SKINNED THE CRUD OUT OF MY KNEE.<br />
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...the way my daughter looks when she sleeps.<br />
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...that sometimes goo wants to cook us all dinner. thankfully, we'll never go hungry.<br />
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...that it doesn't freak bigH out when he loses two teeth in ONE DAY.<br />
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...for the chance to still be cheesy and corny with buz.<br />
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...for heart shaped muffin pans at the dollar spot at target.<br />
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...for the fact that, for me, humidity is not the end of the world.<br />
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...that sometimes i can get away with a hat, braids, and sunglasses.<br />
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...for my youngest daughter's creativity. even though this may have caused me to lose my marbles.<br />
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...for the night when they wanted to be in the picture together at the movie.<br />
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...that my children sleep peacefully most nights.<br />
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...that my son is growing up. NO WAIT I AM NOT THANKFUL FOR THIS LOOK HOW HUGE HE'S GETTING PLEASE STOPPING GETTING OLDER BIGH<br />
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...for jimmy johns. yep, i sure am.<br />
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...for goo's first lost tooth. even though her permanent one was already ready in. and her crusty nose. i'm thankful for her crusty nose.<br />
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...for their silliness.<br />
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...for the chance to get to use my love language on my kiddos.<br />
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...for my health. <br />
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...for bathtub letters. they make it fun to get in the shower in the morning.<br />
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...for our "new" soccer goal. that was a generous gift from a friend. and for goo's imagination. sometimes she just needs to be alone.<br />
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...for my son's strong desire to protect his youngest sister.<br />
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...for buz's sense of humor. but also his amazing way of encouraging me in a way that i need.</div>
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...for the chance to go to the steven curtis chapman concert. meegs, you are a generous friend. you love us fully and love us well. this concert changed our lives. and we are grateful to you for giving us that opportunity.<br />
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...for doctors. yep. thankful for them.<br />
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...for goo's "no care in the world" attitude.<br />
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...for snuggles when my big kids are sick or tired.<br />
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...yep. thankful for doctors. notice the trend?<br />
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...for the chance to snuggle my "baby" when she's sick. and for piggy. her lovie. she LOVES piggy, or "bigby." she is one lucky and loved stuffed pig.<br />
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...for days when it's 46 and rainy. hello, open windows and nap.<br />
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...for babies who fall asleep on you.<br />
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...for the chance to watch my youngest want to be with my oldest, regardless of what he's doing.<br />
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...for rain.<br />
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...for fun in the rain.<br />
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...for everyone to have fun in the rain.<br />
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...for OH MY WORD YES THAT IS MY EIGHT YEAR OLD CHANGING MY BABY'S DIAPER.<br />
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...for late night errands with the eight year old. in his dinosaur jammie top and star wars bottoms.<br />
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...that we got to start our spring break at dunkin donuts.<br />
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...for goo's spring break checklist.<br />
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...for the legend of goo's spring break checklist.<br />
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...for God answering my prayer of giving me a delight in and for goo.<br />
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...that bigH lets me play ninjago.<br />
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...that bigH has inherited buz's love of being early. i love watching bigH wait for his friends.<br />
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...that bigH and goo and i got to have an overnight excursion during spring break. just us three.<br />
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...that we ordered room service after going swimming.<br />
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...that they fell asleep within six seconds of the lights going off.<br />
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...for the chance to have "one on one" time with my big kids for a 24-hour period.<br />
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...that i know how to fly a kite.<br />
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...for goo's imagination.<br />
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...for early morning board games before baby wakes up.<br />
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...to watch her sleep.<br />
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...that e does something different than her siblings. she put all of her blankets and pillow behind her crib when her sleep is over.<br />
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...that after tooth #2, goo still isn't scared of teeth coming out.<br />
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...that this is what the sky looked like on my best friend's birthday.<br />
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...that the little girl is ADORED by the big girl.<br />
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...that i had one last time of playing tooth fairy to bigH. sad that it ended poorly. but that's a story for just us to know. parenting is tough. we are sinful. they are sinful.<br />
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...that e is wanting to have her picture made.<br />
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...that doing things as a family is fun. really fun. oh. and that my husband? is HOT.<br />
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...that bigH's best friend loves my kid to pieces.<br />
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...that i have a blast hanging out with my daughter.<br />
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...that my kid and his best friend ran more than 26 miles over the course of the school year.<br />
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...that goo plays dress up with me. even though my circulation gets cut off sometimes. price to pay.<br />
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...that steak and shake is free on sundays.<br />
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...that my kids have a father who is passionate about each one of them. <br />
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...for monday mornings when goo doesn't have school. i love our girls only days. i will definitely be sad when that changes next year.<br />
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...that it's fun to play on the iphone.<br />
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...that sister has so much fun sometimes that she wears herself out.<br />
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...for bigH's sense of adventure and lack of fear in a lot of situations.<br />
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...for goo's fashion and flair. and the fact that she doesn't care about what anyone might say.<br />
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...that goo has a daddy who plays salon with her and gives her a real live foot scrub.<br />
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...for the mommy knowledge of when to know when naptime is.<br />
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...for the way little people look in clothes.<br />
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...for goo. period.<br />
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...for barbie movies.<br />
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...for daddy chests to rest upon.<br />
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...for e's eyelashes.<br />
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...for buz's homemade potato soup when i'm sick. yum-o.<br />
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...for when your body tells you it doesn't feel right. and you nap. when you're eight.<br />
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...for when goo sets out the remotes that e can play with and then the remotes that everyone else can use.<br />
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...that bigH doesn't mind CONSTANTLY losing teeth at fast food restaurants.<br />
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...for rest when your body needs it.<br />
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...for the night and day difference after 15 hours of sleep.<br />
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...that some people feel confident doing puzzles nude.<br />
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...for the chills down my spine when my daughter tries on my wedding veil.<br />
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...for beautiful days at the park.<br />
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...for my daughter's 100 on her first spelling test that she was sobbing away the morning of.<br />
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<br />life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-22301078120949023202011-07-20T20:59:00.000-07:002011-07-28T22:13:48.861-07:00goo - 5 years<div>oh goo. my heart is so full right now. because i have a sweet little five year old girl living under my roof.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm going to be honest. i have put this off for a night that i wasn't frustrated with you. and i have been trying to write it for a while now. which is kind of a theme of this past year.</div><div><br /></div><div>to say it's been a tough one would be an understatement. we feel like the Lord is really molding us into the parents He wants us to be. and you have provided daily challenges for us. to hold firm. to be consistent. to discipline you but not crush your gorgeous spirit in the midst.</div><div><br /></div><div>last year, ten days after your birthday, i gave birth to your new little sister. you LOVED/LOVE her. you were so excited. but we have pictures of you coloring by the window of my hospital room while bigH and daddy and i loved on E. and our other family members talked about our new arrival. </div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>you love E. you love her SO MUCH. and you were elated that day. but it takes a lot to get you jumping up and down. and her arrival? heh.</li><li>now? any time she cries, you run to her room or yours and get a stuffed animal as quickly as you can and give it to her. and honestly, it brings tears to my eyes. you are incredibly thoughtful around her.</li><li>you and bigH? have had a tough year this year. he would do ANYTHING for you. and/but sometimes you aren't kind to me. normally, he shrugs his shoulders and lets it roll off his back. but sometimes he's had it and he taddles like he's never taddled before. and you despise when he taddles on you. daddy and i have worked SO HARD on helping you truly love one other and have the other's back. and trying to teach you to be loving and gentle and kind to him. and to use sweet words that make him feel good, not bad. and to make sure the tone of your voice is loving. and to watch how you look at him. because it hurts his feelings when you glare at him. we're praying that by the time E is old enough to really interact with you guys, you'll have this sibling relationship down pat.</li><li>you have become quite opinionated with regards to your clothing. and oh goo...how this has been a source of stress and contention between us. it has become a DAILY (sometimes multiples times a day) battle of clothing choices. i have always dreamed of picking out clothes for you and seeing you in clothes that i LOVE and hoping that you will love the same ones. but...no.</li><li>your clothing choices are: anything pink, purple, and/or sparkly. you would be in heaven if everyday you could wear a tank top and skirt, preferably the same color. you love your school shoes, but you always wear them with character socks. you love your north face flip flops. you wear your saltwater sandals every sunday but only because sunday isn't a choice. and also on sundays, you wear a smocked bishop dress and a bow. and i'll tell you...you look breathtaking. you love wearing ugg-looking boots in the winter. you love crocs in the summer. once you decide you like an outfit/article of clothing, you request to wear it everyday. you LOVE character clothes, which mama has a VERY HARD time with. you love skorts. </li><li>you do NOT like having your hair brushed. at all. at least by me. you'll tolerate having daddy do it after bath. but only during a tv show. and oh my word, goo. you have AWESOME hair. i so wish i had your hair. it's a great color -- mix of brown and red. not to mention how wavy it is. not curly. not straight. wavy. it is awesome. and your hair? is ALWAYS in your face. my goal this year is to teach you how to put it behind your ears. </li><li>speaking of hair, you never want to brush mine. every so often, i'll just throw it out there, and nope. not your thing.</li><li>you LOVE having your fingernails and toenails polished. but you pick the fingernail polish off within the same day, so we've quit having those done at the salon. :)</li><li>you've been to the eye doctor AGAIN. because you are having the same problem with your eyes. but the (new) doc said he didn't want to do surgery a third time. so daddy and i are praying constantly for ultimate healing. </li><li>last year, you had a HORRIBLE time getting used to school. this was your third year at the same preschool, but it was a very difficult time. you cried every morning, and your teachers had to pry you off of me. i cried every day. all the kids in your class knew you as the little girl who cried at school. but you stopped pretty quickly after. the longest you ever cried was an hour. but after you stopped crying, you were perfect the rest of the day. your teachers and i tried several different things to help with the "transition." (i was surprised there was a transition seeing as how this school wasn't new to you.) the one that worked was me taking you 15 minutes earlier than everyone else. also, ms. elise, who works in the office, helped immensely by offering support to me and encouraging you when you had an easier drop off. you had wonderful friends and your teachers and friends really loved you.</li><li>you also had a VERY difficult transition to going back to church. when E was born, we stayed home for several sundays. so when we finally went back, you cried loud and hard. but there is a guy who works in the childrens' area named dave who has been a lifesaver this year. anytime we see him in the hall after a tough drop off or a sunday morning when you seemed sad, he would head to your class to check on you.</li><li>it takes a village, goo. and God has blessed us with amazing people in our life.</li><li>you love to "read." you love books. you love puzzles. </li><li>you still love princesses and ballerinas. </li><li>you went to princess ballet camp this summer. and were pretty much in hog heaven the whole week. </li><li>you went to VBS with bigH this year. i was so sad when i dropped you off because you didn't know anyone at first and you looked so sad. but i was so proud because i picked you up and your teachers said you had a wonderful day. and made a lot of friends.</li><li>you would rather play by yourself.</li><li>you love make believe. </li><li>you have a rock/acorn collection.</li><li>you try hard to play PS games with bigH. anything to get to play with him, you'll try.</li><li>you think bigH hung the moon. you look up to him so much. yet, you guys bicker like nobody's business.</li><li>you have perfected the art of pouting. i can't count how many times i said, "goo, it seems like you're not very happy right now. why don't you head into your room and come out when you find your happy place?" </li><li>you say your favorite color is pink, purple, farkly (sparkly) -- as though that is one color. and i really think in your mind it IS one color.</li><li>you love to sing in the car. and there isn't a sweeter sound.</li><li>this fall, you're going to a preK class at a new school. luckily, you'll have your best friend claire there. you'll have to wear a uniform, and i'm hoping that takes away some of our morning issues. when you finish this year, you'll have a choice of going straight to first grade at bigH's school or going to kindergarten also at bigH's school. we've already made that choice for you. you'll go to kindergarten. so you can have bigH's kindergarten teacher. she LOVES Jesus, and we want that to be your first public school experience, just like it was for bigH.</li><li>your favorite shows are magic school bus and peppa pig. you just got into the wiggles because daddy got free tickets to their concert a couple of weeks ago, and you two had a good time together. you used to like jake and the neverland pirates, wow wow wubbzy, doodlebops rockin road show (only if i'm not here), dino dan (if i'm in another room)</li><li>you love to color houses, people, rainbows, the outline of your hand, and flowers. but you need help drawing butterflies, stars, and hearts.</li><li>you successfully colored "dad" with an "x" through it the other night when you were mad at him. that seems to be a wisner kid rite of passage.</li><li>you have a temper. oh. my. heavens.</li><li>you are beautiful. i know. i'm totally biased. but sometimes i can't NOT stare at you. and marvel at God's incredible creation.</li><li>you are a big fan of extreme words: always, never, "uh yot" (a lot), tiny, ever</li><li>you don't have the concept of time figured out. you say that anything before today was done "on the yast night."</li><li>when there is something you don't want to do, you say "but that is going to take bor uh yong time." (that is going to take for a long time.)</li><li>we joke that everything you touch either breaks or spills. poor you.</li><li>you can suck a juice box dry in no time flat.</li><li>you love to "snort" like daddy pig (on peppa pig). the face you make while doing it is PRICELESS. (fyi: it sounds nothing like a snort.)</li><li>you love to play hopscotch.</li><li>you love ANY flavor of sno cone. and you could probably survive on snocones and fruit salad.</li><li>you just got into the wiggles and you love to do captain feathersword's "blow me down."</li><li>you say "once ago" when you are talking about the past.</li><li>swimming lessons this summer? oh heaven help me. even though you can put your face in the water and hold your breath, you sat on the side and refused to do much. and when you DID do something, it was because she forced you, and you cried the whole time. needless to say, you didn't get a lot out of swim lessons this year. and neither did she (super awesome teacher). you were DEATHLY afraid of the deep end. daddy and i just talked about you "loving to swim," and we changed that to you "loving to be in the water."</li><li>you are the only wisner to be rescued by a lifeguard. and because of that, you successfully evacuated that pool. which resulted in an incident report. awesome. except no. not awesome at all.</li><li>your eyes are very sensitive. they get red quickly and often. you've figured out that it feels good to put a cold washcloth over your eyes. who knew you'd keep the cloth ON?</li><li>you have a moderate to severe addiction to bandaids and neosporin. in fact, one of the things you wanted for your birthday was "uh yot" of bandaids. and a lot of bandaids you got.</li><li>you don't really have a favorite anything. you love a lot of toys, music, shows, movies. but you don't really hone in on one thing.</li><li>this summer, we went to disney world. you got to meet so many princesses. but your favorite was prince charming. and you hugged him "bor a yong time." you got your hair "yarn wrapped," and it's still in...six weeks later. you did NOT like splash mountain and made that VERY CLEAR to us. the one thing you talked about more than anything else was the swimming pool and the popsicles. of course. you liked the magic carpet ride. you got the mad hatter's tea cup ride WITH alice herself.</li><li>you and bigH love dave, our mailman. </li><li>you say you're talking in spanish. and you really just say quickly, "licka licka licka licka bicka licka."</li><li>you are the only person i know who can LOOK outside and get thirteen mosquito bites.</li><li>this year was the first time you were the little sister at all of bigH's games (football and basketball).</li><li>you play your mobigo for ten minutes before bedtime.</li><li>you love a lot of different food. but you are picky about some foods. you don't love pizza because "there is ALWAYS too much red sauce." you don't love many meats. you'll eat pepperoni in your lunchbox. you'll eat a slim1 ham and cheese sandwich from jimmy john's when you don't realize you're eating it (especially when it's warmed). you ALWAYS want someone to blow on your food. you could survive on fruit and vegetables.</li><li>you played soccer this year. and LOVED it. and LOVED your coach, Coach David. you kicked a goal, and i went NUTS for you. it was such a proud parent moment.</li></ul></div><div>the actual day of your birthday was so amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div><ol><li>we served you breakfast in bed. you ate pink donuts. bigH colored you a picture and a holly shiftwell, from cars2.</li><li>you got to watch any show you wanted.</li><li>a friend of ours watched E while you, bigH, and i went to see winnie the pooh at the studio movie grill.</li><li>you went to a bookstore with papa and bigH.</li><li>your dinner of choice was cinnamon rolls and chocolate cereal and orange juice.</li><li>as for gifts, you asked for bandaids and a tray for movie night.</li><li>you got 7 princess barbies, lots of strawberry shortcake play toys, and lots of coloring supplies.</li></ol><div><br /></div></div><div>goose, i tried to explain to daddy the other night my feelings for you. and the only way i could explain them was this: no matter what my feeling is for you, it is intense. when i am disappointed in you, i could spit fire. when someone messes with you, i want to be violent with that person. when you do something funny, i laugh louder and longer. and when you do or say something sweet or meaningful, well, i am a puddle of tears.</div><div><br /></div><div>i love you more than i can even explain. you do such kind things for your brother. you love your sister with your whole heart. you could eat daddy with a spoon. and you and i? as you say, "mama, i like you a yot. i'm glad we're pals." you bless my life immensely, and i am so glad God gave you to us five years ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>love you, goozeroo.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZB66foZiENMiLSY__IVBbnskPqp70sz3Mpzu9GYswYJCIg79-igKSY5YxAu4ycXDSivuTdFDRoaqebGyJW7Q5WmJyRtxEAIYFwtuqxlPMosNB5vl_m2ubWAyWtC4HVcyJV2M/s1600/sladek2010-1+5x7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">(this has been written at different times during the last 3-4 months and is very disjointed.)</span></span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">dear e,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i'm having a really hard time with you getting closer and closer to turning a year old. soon, you'll be walking and talking and turning into a little girl. and i LOVE you being a baby. and bigH and goo love you being a baby.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i skipped your nine month post because honestly? i didn't want to write it. because writing it would own it. is that so dorky? yes. yes, it is. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">these last two months have been amazing. if i could have a million nine-month-olds, i'd keep having children. this is my favorite age BY FAR. you have made so many changes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i'm still making your baby food. you now love homemade applesauce with just steamed apples and cinnamon. you eat bananas, carrots (whole but mushy and pureed), peas (whole and pureed), sweet potatoes (definitely with cinnamon), squash and zucchini, green beans (though these are not your favorite unless they are whole from KFC), mashed potatoes (especially from boston market -- yes, you appear to be a food snob), pears, peaches, blueberries, strawberries. you also love all of the gerber finger foods like puffs, wagon wheels, apple/strawberry mix and the cheeto-looking things. you love to sit on the floor when bigH and goo are having a snack and have your own snack. you feel (and look) like such a big girl. you still LOVE eating frozen fruit out of your mesh feeder. it makes your mouth so red because it is so cold.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you love to clap. especially when we say, "yay E!"</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">your smile is infectious. seriously. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you are still attracting SO MUCH attention. everywhere we go.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you will ALWAYS win a staring contest. man, you're intense.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you have the best giggle. bigH can get you to giggle like nobody's business.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you LOVE to sit with goo on the couch in the mornings when she's watching her morning cartoons. you sit with one toy and are so content just being with her. until...she starts messing with you. and then you're done with her.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still don't roll over. it's ridiculous. but every once in a while, you succeed. dr. g isn't concerned. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still get swaddled for nighttime. again...ridiculous. you always get out of it quickly, but it puts you right to sleep.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">speaking of sleep, you're doing it. you're finally sleeping well. most mornings, you wake around 6, eat, and go straight back to sleep for 2-3 hours.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you have a little place under your neck that we put diaper rash cream or aquaphor on constantly. you are drooling so much that it's always chafed. poor you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">we put diaper rash cream on quite a bit, so you really have never gotten a true diaper rash.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">at your nine month check up, your iron level was low. so now you take a 1/4 teaspoon of iron everyday. i was way worried that something was really wrong. but dr. g assured me that it was nothing to be worried about. as long as your level is increasing with your iron supplement.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">at the end of 8 months, you had two teeth. at the end of your ninth month, you had 10. four on top, four on the bottom, and two in the back. holy cow. you're so advanced.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">knocking on wood, you still haven't had an ear infection. crazy.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still like your sophie giraffe. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still play in your exersaucer in the afternoons before dinner. and that's still where you have your afternoon poop. you're regular, and we are thankful for that.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">when i go in your room to get you out of your bed after a nap or in the morning, you see me, smile HUGE, and kick your feed like CRAZY. i love it and it puts me in the best mood.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still love your ergo carrier.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you're riding in a big girl stroller and you look so tiny.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">the women at goo's school and bigH's school love to hold you while i pick up your siblings. you still don't have stranger anxiety yet, and i love that about you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">daddy gives you your bath every night, and that is such a special time for you two. you do NOT like getting your jammies on, and this makes daddy sad.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">your favorite thing to do is sit in the middle of the living room and rummage through your basket of toys like you're at a garage sale. you love your stacking cups. every baby needs stacking cups.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">bigH and goo love to squeeze your tush right before you get in the bathtub. they yell, "squooshy tushy!!" and sometimes they kiss it. mostly they just pat it and love on you. man, they love you. (and by the way, i had to go to dictionary.com to look up how to spell squooshy and to see if it was a real word.)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i still love the second toe on your right foot. delicious.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you went to kung fu panda 2 with all of us. you nursed in the back of the theater and then proceeded to fall asleep. best day of my month.</span></li></ul><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">skip a month or two...</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">MONTH 11 -- oh EK. i am DYING here. i am dreading the one year mark more than i have ever dreaded any kid's birthday. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you are delicious. period.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">as for food, oh my. you eat anything. granted, your sister would eat anything at this age. (and still eats most anything.) so we're hoping you're not picky. for a long time, you only ate homemade pureed baby food. but now you're eating some "pick up" food. you had a really hard time with choking so we held off on the finger foods. but now you love them. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">the foods you eat (have eaten): the non-frosted part of a donut this morning, strawberries, blueberries, mango (OH MY WORD HOW YOU LOVE MANGO), banana, apple (you don't care for), grapes (daddy does NOT like it when you eat grapes because you forget to chew them), mandarin oranges, watermelon, pineapple, pear, cherries, raspberries, chicken, avocado (mmm), peas, green beans, squash, zucchini, cauliflower, broccoli, corn, carrots, sweet potatoes (you DEVOUR them when i sprinkle them with cinnamon and a *little* sugar), bread, chicken noodle soup (you WENT TO TOWN on this stuff the other night).</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">FYI: i wish people cared about what i like to eat.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you are STILL trying to figure out the sippy cup. there is only one you've "mastered." and to say you've mastered is laughable.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you nurse about 4-5 times a day. once around 8am, once around noon/lunchtime, once around 4-ish, and bedtime. and for all of those CIOers out there, look away...sometimes once in the middle of the night.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">here is my take on your "feeding" in the middle of the night. i FULLY understand you are no longer hungry in the middle of the night. i am FULLY aware of the fact that you can sleep a full night. but now there are reasons you wake up that truly wake you up. like when i didn't get your diaper on well and you wet the sheet and your jammies. the main one now is when somehow you get on your knees and hold onto the rail. but you don't know how to get back down. and so you stay there, on your knees, crying, without having any idea how to get back down. so i finally go in there, after an hour of listening to you wail (dad sleeps with ear plugs now), feed you, and put you back to bed. we know you can go to sleep on your own. but, EK, you are our third. and you are our last. and i'll be honest. i am soaking up EVERY LAST DROP of your babyhood. because i'm going to be a MESS when you start walking and talking.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">speaking of...you STILL don't roll from front to back very well. you cry a lot about this. you can sit for extended periods of time. you go from back to front in about half a second. but front to back. very challenging. dr g is not concerned, which means we're not concerned. yet.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you make a lot of noise at night.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you have a lot of teeth.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still don't have stranger anxiety (which is awesome), but you have developed some separation anxiety. mainly from me. and as dorky as it is, i'm thankful for that. we're buddies, you and me.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">the workers in the nursery LOVE you. love the way you're dressed. love that you don't require a single thing when you're there. love your smile.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i could look at you all day. you are a breathtaking little girl.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">still no hair. it'll come. and hopefully, it'll be as beautiful as goo's.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">bigH has gotten in the habit of going into your room when you wake up in the morning or after your nap. and he's gotten in your crib several times. i don't know who loves it more, you or him. have NO worries about boys treating you disrespectfully. bigH SO has your back, girlfriend.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">goo loves to "read" to you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you love to go swimming. you sit in a little floatie boat-thing. with your sun hat and kick and giggle. and if we give you one of your siblings' diving toys, you are ALL SET. you lean back, chew on that, and float to your heart's content. it's hysterical.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you usually take a nap from about 930-1130 or 10-12. and then another nap from about 330-5 or 530 or 3-5. you never have been one to do the little dinky short nap late in the afternoon/early evening.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">dad still bathes you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still get swaddled for naptime and bedtime. but it's a very light, thin blanket, and you come out of it in no time. the swaddling is more for habit.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you really like playing with the wipes package. you love the "crunchy" noise of it.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you went to disney world this month. you were/are a ROCKSTAR. you slept well there. it was incredibly hot. you nursed like a champ. you ate different foods. you rode in the stroller a LOT. and baked in the sun. and rode some rides. and fell asleep in random places. and rode on an airplane. daddy and i could NOT stop commenting on how amazing you were/are. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">papa found out he has/had cancer this month. and you have been with me every step of the way. i used to think it was kind of a drag to have a nursing baby that you had take everywhere with you. but you are so different. i like being able to be with you all the time. you got to see uncle bob again, as he was in town to see papa. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">people love taking care of you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you cackle instead of giggle. it's freaking awesome.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">your birthday is next month. HOLY COW. don't know what we're going to do. celebrating you is the only important thing to do.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you love to clap when we say, "yay EK!" and then you grin from here to eternity.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you light up when you see bigH or goo. especially when daddy walks in from work.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you fight sleep in the car. and only do so when necessary.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you do NOT like having your fingernails or toenails clipped. you share this with your siblings. man, what a beating. but your fingernails? it is VITAL that i clip them as often as possible. because man, are they sharp.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">when you nurse, you like to take said sharp fingernails and scratch my face, especially my nose. OUCH. and you always like to pull my hair. and not a lot of it at once. no. you like to grab one little piece that's easy to pull. and give it a go. i mean, i lost enough once you were born. would you please let me keep the rest? even though it's grey? sigh.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you still kick your feet like crazy when you're excited.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you sound like you're hyperventilating when you get excited. bigH always says, "breathe, EK. that's too much."</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">tomorrow (july 11), we are putting you in your big girl carseat for the first time. i know. you've been in your infant carrier (though we haven't "carried" you anywhere in it in i don't know how long) since day 1. but you've never broken the 20 pound mark, and your feet don't touch the back of the chair yet. but tomorrow's the day. why? don't know. just seemed right.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">today was your last sunday in the infant room at church. you've been in THERE since day 1 as well, and we are WAY sad to move you. but...you are no longer an infant. miss jenny is very sad to see you go. luckily, your buddy sam (whose mom has been my nursing buddy since the beginning) is moving to the crawlers room next week with you. glad to know you won't be afraid. :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you JUST started crawling. 11 months. freaking awesome. we are so glad you waited so long. we were in NO HURRY to have you moving.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">we moved you into the big bathtub tonight. why? no idea. dad just felt like it was time.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">big sad news in our house this past week. mommy's external hard drive crashed. in a big way. as in...all of your photos since you got here? gone. mommy is what we call OH MY WORD DEVASTATED BEYOND DESCRIPTION. honestly, i can't even talk about it.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you've been to your third movie now. we saw mr. popper's penguins. you fell asleep through part of it. but you didn't stay asleep very long. still, you've seen more movies in your first year than bigH and goo saw in three years. right on, sister.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you have several nicknames: big baby, e luh-roo, e-dawg yo (bigH's personal favorite), sweet girl, peanut, punkin, goo (sorry...this one slips sometimes), easy e.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you have no hair. and it's ok. you won't. until you're at least 3.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">when you eat, you hold food in your right hand, and eat with your left. like the food in your right hand is on reserve.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i know i've mentioned a billion times, but you're the only wisner baby who doesn't sleep well. sigh.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you don't cry very often. you're very laid back and easy going. but...when you DO cry, you cry ENORMOUS alligator tear drops. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">when you're sad or sleepy, you suck your right thumb and grab your left ear with your left hand. every once in a while, you lay your head on our shoulder. oh, and when you do...BLISS.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you are not a car sleeper. you wake up the minute the car stops. you never transfer to your bed. so bigH consistently says, "stay with me, e. staaaaaaayyyyyyy with me."</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you rarely watch anything. not really even baby einstein. we've shown it to you maybe a handful of times.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you're still not very good at the sippy cup. but you wanna be.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you have cradle cap or eczema on your head. dr. g will look at it again at your one year check up.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">your iron was VERY LOW at your 9 month check up. which, of course, freaked me out. so dr. g put you on an iron supplement and rechecked it and he said he was pleased that it was going up. so i feel good about that. (we still LOVE dr. g, by the way.)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i still swaddle you (ridiculous), but you get out of it very quickly. you still love being in it right at the beginning of your nap or nighttime.</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">EK. basically, most of this will apply in OH MY GOODNESS TWENTY DAYS when you turn one. daddy and i are NOT ready. we're probably just going to have nana and papa and your aunt/uncle/cousins over for dinner to celebrate. we don't even know what to get you. you really are so easy going that you'll play with anyone or anything. you are a dream. your brother and sister are MADLY in love with you. you light up when you see your daddy. and me? well, i don't know how to put into words how i feel about you. i love when you and i get to be by ourselves, have some alone time. but i love watching your siblings respond/react to you as well. i love nursing you. i love feeding you. i love pushing you in the stroller. i love playing with toys with you. i praise the Lord everyday for bringing you into our lives. i love you, big baby.</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB2Zl5lLoVffKlSJSLd0aYCugWNTWIsy6FDbSARAHOaI8OMaqi0a_onavN-dWSsepYK1x4PHMlVQ2Ux-xIUO7ZF6D9cO_sPbIlW9Xk60rbYvo5UdXRTRVIvur3wDLSzeR9GIU7/s1600/IMG_4690.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB2Zl5lLoVffKlSJSLd0aYCugWNTWIsy6FDbSARAHOaI8OMaqi0a_onavN-dWSsepYK1x4PHMlVQ2Ux-xIUO7ZF6D9cO_sPbIlW9Xk60rbYvo5UdXRTRVIvur3wDLSzeR9GIU7/s400/IMG_4690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614575301179466738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB2Zl5lLoVffKlSJSLd0aYCugWNTWIsy6FDbSARAHOaI8OMaqi0a_onavN-dWSsepYK1x4PHMlVQ2Ux-xIUO7ZF6D9cO_sPbIlW9Xk60rbYvo5UdXRTRVIvur3wDLSzeR9GIU7/s1600/IMG_4690.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>you loved ikea. so much that you SACKED. OUT.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHgeaEPUE0sMdpOdNeGb5c0PwuW3Tc7YwrXmZRv7jPlXGg72PvEjNOx_b9QKDkb4-kgoy6AbaSVDDMI-xbOf3c9-meMRvg-mnmaAbyy4YqobyPofyRsQ-2rbfDaF9SBMThzj/s1600/IMG_4684.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHgeaEPUE0sMdpOdNeGb5c0PwuW3Tc7YwrXmZRv7jPlXGg72PvEjNOx_b9QKDkb4-kgoy6AbaSVDDMI-xbOf3c9-meMRvg-mnmaAbyy4YqobyPofyRsQ-2rbfDaF9SBMThzj/s400/IMG_4684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614575293864758802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABHgeaEPUE0sMdpOdNeGb5c0PwuW3Tc7YwrXmZRv7jPlXGg72PvEjNOx_b9QKDkb4-kgoy6AbaSVDDMI-xbOf3c9-meMRvg-mnmaAbyy4YqobyPofyRsQ-2rbfDaF9SBMThzj/s1600/IMG_4684.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>one of the few times you fell asleep in your car seat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QT8v-Pa_n0rbeHw2iPFb3bgSxOvVc2z_1DbISSj3AnjqjqpvN519Ux3hgXJXIpIjZ2CRypQEq1vXyxemeo-FpIcrox9ZsiGxGyd5fqYahnyx1fsyKPqNcWP-cEkVdi7yEw8w/s1600/IMG_4664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QT8v-Pa_n0rbeHw2iPFb3bgSxOvVc2z_1DbISSj3AnjqjqpvN519Ux3hgXJXIpIjZ2CRypQEq1vXyxemeo-FpIcrox9ZsiGxGyd5fqYahnyx1fsyKPqNcWP-cEkVdi7yEw8w/s400/IMG_4664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614575288264869506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QT8v-Pa_n0rbeHw2iPFb3bgSxOvVc2z_1DbISSj3AnjqjqpvN519Ux3hgXJXIpIjZ2CRypQEq1vXyxemeo-FpIcrox9ZsiGxGyd5fqYahnyx1fsyKPqNcWP-cEkVdi7yEw8w/s1600/IMG_4664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>guess these jammies have gotten too small. but that big baby belly? yummy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbbx1WdepHk_cu7gEfiRvkKpzFq5nnIFkcofxbgsi2_ZqurqIEyLtf7KrHINTVJV1KFvZoX03_-_2xG6SpH8hau9trnYY5ySbZ6sKtkOMzuLohXBJwFsEaWQ24lroWBX8rIvW/s1600/IMG_4658.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbbx1WdepHk_cu7gEfiRvkKpzFq5nnIFkcofxbgsi2_ZqurqIEyLtf7KrHINTVJV1KFvZoX03_-_2xG6SpH8hau9trnYY5ySbZ6sKtkOMzuLohXBJwFsEaWQ24lroWBX8rIvW/s400/IMG_4658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614575284753488930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbbx1WdepHk_cu7gEfiRvkKpzFq5nnIFkcofxbgsi2_ZqurqIEyLtf7KrHINTVJV1KFvZoX03_-_2xG6SpH8hau9trnYY5ySbZ6sKtkOMzuLohXBJwFsEaWQ24lroWBX8rIvW/s1600/IMG_4658.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>oh how you love your mesh feeder. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-S5s4dXtwpjyIO3gBQsW1z5muQehRCxpYwpqUI5nH6KqaYLZVsS3j1ig5FSrdJWYN3uixeWr_WuwNbhviuDpjx2P6-bF12gJO27GFy09NnP2o6ByZyNs2ZtV3UZDm1bhBqb1/s1600/IMG_4653.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-S5s4dXtwpjyIO3gBQsW1z5muQehRCxpYwpqUI5nH6KqaYLZVsS3j1ig5FSrdJWYN3uixeWr_WuwNbhviuDpjx2P6-bF12gJO27GFy09NnP2o6ByZyNs2ZtV3UZDm1bhBqb1/s400/IMG_4653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614575277918975778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-S5s4dXtwpjyIO3gBQsW1z5muQehRCxpYwpqUI5nH6KqaYLZVsS3j1ig5FSrdJWYN3uixeWr_WuwNbhviuDpjx2P6-bF12gJO27GFy09NnP2o6ByZyNs2ZtV3UZDm1bhBqb1/s1600/IMG_4653.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>seriously. beautiful.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjU7MX90ZfSBmT9X3ywqPzSHt5eVJJ9c2ftkH68fPJ-n-W9NL2L67iAt-y9my10YK_478jzXUjHN4vcw9V-wCYkk8lJ-nmyp16twG-USU9VOzb_GB1olxASp6CHXkZdqs0sLCh/s1600/IMG_4654.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjU7MX90ZfSBmT9X3ywqPzSHt5eVJJ9c2ftkH68fPJ-n-W9NL2L67iAt-y9my10YK_478jzXUjHN4vcw9V-wCYkk8lJ-nmyp16twG-USU9VOzb_GB1olxASp6CHXkZdqs0sLCh/s400/IMG_4654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573863876648018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjU7MX90ZfSBmT9X3ywqPzSHt5eVJJ9c2ftkH68fPJ-n-W9NL2L67iAt-y9my10YK_478jzXUjHN4vcw9V-wCYkk8lJ-nmyp16twG-USU9VOzb_GB1olxASp6CHXkZdqs0sLCh/s1600/IMG_4654.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>goo picked out matching skirts for the two of you. she has a sweet spirit. and wow, she LOVES you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89M6oYX_DIuSpnDV577VTd96-Hz8isU4CLAq1ixDBMYtq4yP5WZzTM0uXsdOfgZv5516ejCKCByrPYffJJn_A0183pf1z8F0YrN4TkriyRQYiMLQWiXWqI2CNIgVa8Q_bIzqP/s1600/IMG_4635.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89M6oYX_DIuSpnDV577VTd96-Hz8isU4CLAq1ixDBMYtq4yP5WZzTM0uXsdOfgZv5516ejCKCByrPYffJJn_A0183pf1z8F0YrN4TkriyRQYiMLQWiXWqI2CNIgVa8Q_bIzqP/s400/IMG_4635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573857391216962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89M6oYX_DIuSpnDV577VTd96-Hz8isU4CLAq1ixDBMYtq4yP5WZzTM0uXsdOfgZv5516ejCKCByrPYffJJn_A0183pf1z8F0YrN4TkriyRQYiMLQWiXWqI2CNIgVa8Q_bIzqP/s1600/IMG_4635.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>the scene in our living room several different times a day. bigH and goo build you a tower and laugh when you push it down.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljUQP9dE-xq6z763JBxv3VC5J67w22SlcUmQ283JEFUBMYhajc_ZBzSOSGnRFTZ2BchHxGMjnaP3QPbvI0ReoNveAxczlDH5Y4o7ABqnrajroMbP1s_c_GFSnrDja1NX4PPbW/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljUQP9dE-xq6z763JBxv3VC5J67w22SlcUmQ283JEFUBMYhajc_ZBzSOSGnRFTZ2BchHxGMjnaP3QPbvI0ReoNveAxczlDH5Y4o7ABqnrajroMbP1s_c_GFSnrDja1NX4PPbW/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573849250541106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljUQP9dE-xq6z763JBxv3VC5J67w22SlcUmQ283JEFUBMYhajc_ZBzSOSGnRFTZ2BchHxGMjnaP3QPbvI0ReoNveAxczlDH5Y4o7ABqnrajroMbP1s_c_GFSnrDja1NX4PPbW/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>gorgeous.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0NyS6rgtqM4qfNf3QlHSMOHvdxntbjYagz35zGL47Esta97PxfMR7b-v4wC8VViiwLLajDMRSmjq9bYzOPWJxMqXLXfuMfCSspvmWQLRPULZ5CwFNZyP-Pbn73w62GuOPLL_/s1600/IMG_4591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0NyS6rgtqM4qfNf3QlHSMOHvdxntbjYagz35zGL47Esta97PxfMR7b-v4wC8VViiwLLajDMRSmjq9bYzOPWJxMqXLXfuMfCSspvmWQLRPULZ5CwFNZyP-Pbn73w62GuOPLL_/s400/IMG_4591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573844469041954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0NyS6rgtqM4qfNf3QlHSMOHvdxntbjYagz35zGL47Esta97PxfMR7b-v4wC8VViiwLLajDMRSmjq9bYzOPWJxMqXLXfuMfCSspvmWQLRPULZ5CwFNZyP-Pbn73w62GuOPLL_/s1600/IMG_4591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>what was left of your first serving of guacamole. you LOVE yourself some mexican food.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8l9x7gSof_Q_MDNTha1mpjuVGExptEm8bTNZ8cnDr3lziDMVN_bob2IBNkO_baHcyYSEjOB8woLAnli_7GFwV85qMaBsXccWsivz0PpauUaX9Tzdk4kEKHSb-kN33Dk57TKB/s1600/IMG_4584.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8l9x7gSof_Q_MDNTha1mpjuVGExptEm8bTNZ8cnDr3lziDMVN_bob2IBNkO_baHcyYSEjOB8woLAnli_7GFwV85qMaBsXccWsivz0PpauUaX9Tzdk4kEKHSb-kN33Dk57TKB/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573843100336178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">my shameless plug. but you rocked your tshirt, mini skirt, and leggings. (outfit courtesy of your sister.)</span></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-30655465804702096972011-04-05T11:00:00.000-07:002011-04-06T09:54:36.487-07:00EK 8 months<p>sweet EK. eight months? really? i'm going to be honest. these last two months have been so incredibly awesome. but. because of that, i have been so sad. eight months? is SO CLOSE to a year. which i feel is the end of your babyhood. and that makes me sad. because we are done having babies. and because of you? having a baby has been fun. as bigH says, "wow. having EK brings us a lot of attention." you do. you bring us a lot of attention. good attention. </p><br /><ul><br /><li>you smile a lot. a LOT. and at strangers. but mostly at the four of us. and oh my. your smile? is delicious. ask ANYONE.</li><br /><li>you got your first tooth. and now. as i write this. you have two full teeth with two more coming in. you're definitely our latest teeth getter. your brother and sister had a MOUTH FULL at this age. i kinda like that you're doing things at your own pace.</li><br /><li>you rolled over from front to back for first time. but sadly enough (sort of), you haven't done it since. you just don't care about rolling. at all. you do tummy time. you don't love it. but you do it. but you've only rolled over ONCE. you're EIGHT MONTHS OLD. we keep thinking we should contact someone about it. but. i'll be honest. it's so nice having you immobile.</li><br /><li>you love to sit in the chair in the living room. we give you several toys and you are content for so long. you just sit there, chewing on whatever is in front of you. sometimes you fall into tummy time. but you smile and "laugh," and we put you back. but you always look so silly just sitting there. like a big kid.</li><br /><li>you started food. you're not good at it. your favorite is sweet potatoes. you very rarely actually open your mouth to let the food in. but you want to hold the spoon and gnaw on it. usually, you have a vegetable. and then afterwards, we give you your <a href="http://www.buybuybaby.com/product.asp?SKU=14961178&RN=7125&">mesh feeder</a> with some kind of fruit. and that's where you find your happy place. you've done all kinds of fruit. mango, banana, apple, pear, plum, etc. you LOVE your mesh feeder. LOVE IT.</li><br /><li>it's crazy but i've made all of your baby food. which is SO not like me. but i've been having SO MUCH FUN. we've made squash, broccoli, zucchini, carrots, peas, sweet potatoes, green beans, etc. and you really like it. yay for you and me.</li><br /><li>you've finally gotten into a pattern/routine. which has been so nice. basically you wake up between 7-something and 8. i feed you, and we start our day. usually, taking goo to school. when we take her to school, we come home and play. once hoda and kathie lee come on, i know it's time for your nap. you usually sleep from 10-12. and wake up happier than ever. i feed you, and we eat lunch. and we go get goo from school at 145. we get her and then head to get bigH. we come home around 3, and you go down for your second nap. which is shorter. usually an hour or an hour and a half. your brother and sister are elated to see you, whenever it is. i feed you between 4-5. then, we have dinner around 6. you eat a vegetable and fruit out of your mesh feeder while we have dinner. and it's so fun to have you with you us. bigH and goo LOVE having you with us at the table. you are a complete MESS during meal time. if i could bathe you three times a day, that would be ideal. then, around 7, you and one of your siblings get a bath. you still bathe in the table top bathtub. daddy bathes you while i clean the dishes and get your room ready for nighttime. we still prefer zipper jammies, but every so often, we put you in snaps. you still get swaddled. i KNOW. it's crazy. and we'll probably change that sometime soon. but it works for you. dad finishes your bath and brings you into your room to get you cozy. the bottle is a thing of a past. i feed you and most times you are so tired that you eat both sides and doze off. some nights, however, you are a bit wound up and cry a lot. and i just put you down WIDE AWAKE. but you do fine going straight to sleep. sometimes you wake in the middle of the night. most of the time we just let you cry until you fall back asleep. but sometimes (cry it out parents are cringing right now), i go get you, feed you, and put you back to sleep. honestly, because i know the crying will take forever to stop. and i do mean forever. and you are LOUD. and you are our last kid. so there. but you've gotten a lot better about sleeping through the night. yay for you. so basically i'm nursing you four times a day. sometimes once in the middle of the night.</li><br /><li>sometimes you make little snoring sounds at night. it's not real snoring. just sounds like it. which makes me smile.</li><br /><li>you are BY FAR the happiest wisner baby. period.</li><br /><li>you are rarely unhappy. but when you are unhappy. girlfriend, you are UNHAPPY.</li><br /><li>there have been times that you didn't nap at all today and have been fine. rare in our house.</li><br /><li>we have started putting you in the church nursery. so fun for daddy and me. the nursery workers say you are a dream baby. never need anything. sometimes sleep. sometimes not. bigH has a great time at church. goo does too (now -- praise Jesus). and now you do! yay. which means daddy and i get to worship together and hold hands during church. and drink coffee and learn about your creator together. so awesome.</li><br /><li>you have very specific toys you love. you still love sophie the giraffe. you love your rubber <a href="http://www.buybuybaby.com/product.asp?SKU=112692&">toothbrush</a>. you love you any teether. you love anything that you can hold that makes noise. you love the <a href="http://www.smartmomjewelry.com/ecart/product.asp?pID=87&cID=10">teething necklace</a>. seriously? a teething necklace? who have i become?</li><br /><li>we got a sit and stand stroller. because goo still loves to ride in a stroller. yes. your four year old sister. sometimes we put your carseat in it, and you're fine. and sometimes you sit in it like a big girl. i like when you do that. you look so tiny. you always have been in an umbrella stroller before too. but i'm a little too nervous to do that very often. you don't seem big enough.</li><br /><li>you had your first trip to big lots. your nana must have been proud.</li><br /><li>you had your first trip to whataburger. which made your aunt kelly proud. and it was your first restaurant highchair experience.</li><br /><li>we took your picture in bluebonnets. texans all over are cringing right now. but...i don't like taking pictures in bluebonnets. i have NEVER advertised to take client pictures in them. the only reason i take pictures of you or your siblings is because bluebonnets are nana's favorite flowers. but i just don't like taking those pictures. and you agreed. because you did NOT like it. at all. will post those pictures next month.</li><br /><li>you had your first park swing experience. and ate. it. up.</li><br /><li>when you cry, you REALLY cry. usually means you have HAD IT.</li><br /><li>you have razor sharp fingernails. even when i cut them, the edges are razor sharp. i've actually tried to file them before. but to no avail. and you always seem to scratch me while you're eating. ouch.</li><br /><li>speaking of, you love to touch my face while you eat. usually, i love it. until you grab my lip and scratch the tar out of it. then, i don't love it as much.</li><br /><li>you are so aware of things going on around you. the last two months have made such a huge difference. it's very fun. it's like you're a new version of you.</li><br /><li>you can almost sit unassisted. you LOVE to sit. way more than being on your tummy.</li><br /><li>the big toys you love are: exersaucer, playmat, pink bouncy while i dry my hair.</li><br /><li>exersaucer is essentially your toilet in the afternoon. i know this sounds weird. but you are down to pooping only once a day. and it is WITHOUT FAIL in your exersaucer. between 4-5. it's like you're your dad. :) if we don't put you in the exersaucer, you usually don't poop that day. we feel like we should at least provide you with privacy and a magazine. you're cute, EK. we love you a lot.</li></ul><br /><p>life with you has gotten so much more fun. and we love it. life with three is different. hard. but awesome. your siblings still can't get enough of you. your daddy is head over heels in love. and me? well, i am speechless. which is saying a lot. you make our life a better place just by being in it. God is good to us.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkt7a8Oh9HaYaY9nai5U3mVvyqVsosbWWaKFnpVdQetLOXPE-89soTmTKeuBX6FuwCZogoqCcBG2qYcsmvtusnzuaWUfTx_dWSvkP7vx26wNpvswX_wmYllJ751NG-4_0pYyl/s1600/IMG_4124.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205845350902162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkt7a8Oh9HaYaY9nai5U3mVvyqVsosbWWaKFnpVdQetLOXPE-89soTmTKeuBX6FuwCZogoqCcBG2qYcsmvtusnzuaWUfTx_dWSvkP7vx26wNpvswX_wmYllJ751NG-4_0pYyl/s400/IMG_4124.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><p>one of <a href="http://itsalmostnaptime.blogspot.com/">mommy's friends </a>helped pick this dress out for you. i LOVE you in smocking just as much as your sister.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibNzRrCXHMdXLk_OF6VX5WlZ-DWWmeTdjQ7pq7A3UBhKmykjs-n9RVHrlCh2XOBltD2n9BpYeQ7QUQHvA4kBuIE9YPALAK-He2csFO7ZGY1vPBUrQCGPmObQmfQ_5bu2IfVb7o/s1600/IMG_4147.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205838209990466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibNzRrCXHMdXLk_OF6VX5WlZ-DWWmeTdjQ7pq7A3UBhKmykjs-n9RVHrlCh2XOBltD2n9BpYeQ7QUQHvA4kBuIE9YPALAK-He2csFO7ZGY1vPBUrQCGPmObQmfQ_5bu2IfVb7o/s400/IMG_4147.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>we're always so proud of you when you do tummy time. you were proud of yourself too. </p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnI6x_VUWJM2VeNuvAWqYJnKkKatNCvHlq_3x0wQWOqPA_PKT7_cfQfyxZzU9c-gzGxo1suCVPoCWREp4kLYzqhDqODcEnQvBwEYBEptbVZD4VZSbKzomDElPHoM3Sf29C_mO4/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205834143659202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnI6x_VUWJM2VeNuvAWqYJnKkKatNCvHlq_3x0wQWOqPA_PKT7_cfQfyxZzU9c-gzGxo1suCVPoCWREp4kLYzqhDqODcEnQvBwEYBEptbVZD4VZSbKzomDElPHoM3Sf29C_mO4/s400/IMG_4167.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>you love to watch things with your siblings. </p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4SK4wlHzricijZRYf3pXnBQ2x9LuVm1b7u0-N_JWyaWPS-nebtTsHMQAAmw3yCW0ckRijYI_4vWLL2CmV407Dqoowaamy9eq0uQCr7DJKX7f_rgyU04L83VqS5PHBZIsgbWR/s1600/IMG_4168.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205834194722626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4SK4wlHzricijZRYf3pXnBQ2x9LuVm1b7u0-N_JWyaWPS-nebtTsHMQAAmw3yCW0ckRijYI_4vWLL2CmV407Dqoowaamy9eq0uQCr7DJKX7f_rgyU04L83VqS5PHBZIsgbWR/s400/IMG_4168.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>and you love to sit in between someone's legs. preferably bigH or the goo's.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGA1SMn4ahhJIaQehnfF1yjrR7806_iR2WMprVrSLdtakU6bkhlLStat8hKWJePuQRULdeLB-CIeTiE8urRBd2aG1Ds0vAqzj7fGmcFZn3SAXRkDe6UnSHh_g2lv8zcPFdwrb0/s1600/IMG_4311.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591205830449797074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGA1SMn4ahhJIaQehnfF1yjrR7806_iR2WMprVrSLdtakU6bkhlLStat8hKWJePuQRULdeLB-CIeTiE8urRBd2aG1Ds0vAqzj7fGmcFZn3SAXRkDe6UnSHh_g2lv8zcPFdwrb0/s400/IMG_4311.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><p>we had such a wonderful family day at the outdoor grassy area of a mall. you loved being outside on such a great day.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbkOt_VL6rs58mO4FjD0hRaLuuhNu8S6MO75aSPTKDTW9gFOIUEl3g879MBFfldmTffpeZmN0zt71rzFjNLzFtXzBC6tyaUPGyisVoOcDtxLpTW3HVKlPoHUMJnNGscUtplCN/s1600/IMG_4323.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204279723135970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbkOt_VL6rs58mO4FjD0hRaLuuhNu8S6MO75aSPTKDTW9gFOIUEl3g879MBFfldmTffpeZmN0zt71rzFjNLzFtXzBC6tyaUPGyisVoOcDtxLpTW3HVKlPoHUMJnNGscUtplCN/s400/IMG_4323.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>still swaddled. and still just as cute.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJR7Mko_3ciw99f3tF7XGg3uyTmuqtwQnHbIutE_wdflQOcLUv8DQrqNNcPSPA0oiQ4rs-WRlaTNIN_QmcNQ_KQAB-XHXRSqDJzpO_flSa_JEvLDvlWuOZ_rJRLM70XTkwqc7/s1600/IMG_4328.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204282347351490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJR7Mko_3ciw99f3tF7XGg3uyTmuqtwQnHbIutE_wdflQOcLUv8DQrqNNcPSPA0oiQ4rs-WRlaTNIN_QmcNQ_KQAB-XHXRSqDJzpO_flSa_JEvLDvlWuOZ_rJRLM70XTkwqc7/s400/IMG_4328.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>first whataburger experience. where you/we got a LOT of attention. (and a LOT of people wanting to touch your hands and face. and doing so. why WHY do people do this? ugh.)</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N85s97CfKN1v93H9sssjxKKyIsuraECixfGTvIqlwElKj9z7Q1hedCXxE3gdnjcUzGhUrlqwOzgicfAjJazgYAxB6-D6m-iLfK_B6iZDMDULQBsPOdYdl6kKddMTCB4lA5wC/s1600/IMG_4333.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204274924447666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N85s97CfKN1v93H9sssjxKKyIsuraECixfGTvIqlwElKj9z7Q1hedCXxE3gdnjcUzGhUrlqwOzgicfAjJazgYAxB6-D6m-iLfK_B6iZDMDULQBsPOdYdl6kKddMTCB4lA5wC/s400/IMG_4333.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><p>your first big lots experience. and your first experience in a shopping cart. we're high class here at the wisner casa.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_0priH1w9vsGb7ddTTSxKcjKZvPkbd5ea6Q54HvdG7tcNrXa5Au5gTHUTQ_ufBNLSPV-b2nI_0R-776tcYmdzLvm2vzWbq9xQHYUDdUQwkJeWHS5cwBxRriK40kF3JvC4SAS/s1600/IMG_4340.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204270865127106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_0priH1w9vsGb7ddTTSxKcjKZvPkbd5ea6Q54HvdG7tcNrXa5Au5gTHUTQ_ufBNLSPV-b2nI_0R-776tcYmdzLvm2vzWbq9xQHYUDdUQwkJeWHS5cwBxRriK40kF3JvC4SAS/s400/IMG_4340.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>we were hanging out at one of mommy's friend's houses. and you were clearly tired. so i borrowed a blanket, and you went straight to sleep. third kid.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGt1OpNH3aCDn1arGG31uqHYnbYJtBNiXN2QqnAny2cSX_qIYHQaY7x2Z2zk42mqCeRkb6TGQUA2Yr-J8kuhej4NaQUTJL4V5jF1QSXKf8fjD0lRKdWZAR-BvNMWSrrkLA4Qd/s1600/IMG_4344.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591204265911203314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGt1OpNH3aCDn1arGG31uqHYnbYJtBNiXN2QqnAny2cSX_qIYHQaY7x2Z2zk42mqCeRkb6TGQUA2Yr-J8kuhej4NaQUTJL4V5jF1QSXKf8fjD0lRKdWZAR-BvNMWSrrkLA4Qd/s400/IMG_4344.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><p>one of mommy's friends has been loaning you some of her daughter's clothes. i have been in hog heaven because we didn't save any of goo's clothes, and these are to die for. thanks, E.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1BsRAfkBxRUJAwCMVkYSq5EP8UNAnrCBbPzbrUmgY9n9hNVtpH5tZ8Y2fXIWFHquilIMOFsHLMOUoYaBvcvv5grKQyJLC6InlHqXvNxJXCJzBHKe2b5xCy9cXVFnoB1Nm_WC/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591203292219447282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1BsRAfkBxRUJAwCMVkYSq5EP8UNAnrCBbPzbrUmgY9n9hNVtpH5tZ8Y2fXIWFHquilIMOFsHLMOUoYaBvcvv5grKQyJLC6InlHqXvNxJXCJzBHKe2b5xCy9cXVFnoB1Nm_WC/s400/IMG_4360.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><p>one of mommy's <a href="http://jennababe.blogspot.com/">friends (whom she's never actually met) </a>celebrated a birthday, and we decided to send her some cyber love. we love you JT.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgUuVdovKmnB5zz57CX4toSEuMoUiZK2KhymPMgrjh5ciBPE8OicLSHGoIBDbLd-aKIqi5otYeDvVtCifJyL1VR1HSiVBq-lxAlGQPGtJJFB5G4AoiDYt1IoHZQ6vRTDPBZLU/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591203291128655026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgUuVdovKmnB5zz57CX4toSEuMoUiZK2KhymPMgrjh5ciBPE8OicLSHGoIBDbLd-aKIqi5otYeDvVtCifJyL1VR1HSiVBq-lxAlGQPGtJJFB5G4AoiDYt1IoHZQ6vRTDPBZLU/s400/IMG_4393.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>goo loves to snuggle with you. LOVES it.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQ63p0S160x4FWeRRVoqn1_4FxoYpzK1CsMzT7j8Jqpz7T0e6bpJDdWQRfDMKIETk9FceIDgFpfURLQ4dMmijzQ6XQ5p2o0RrEKb85zPj6EllKUwKr6ujklsIkIr36MadIuB5/s1600/IMG_4395.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591203290631604274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQ63p0S160x4FWeRRVoqn1_4FxoYpzK1CsMzT7j8Jqpz7T0e6bpJDdWQRfDMKIETk9FceIDgFpfURLQ4dMmijzQ6XQ5p2o0RrEKb85zPj6EllKUwKr6ujklsIkIr36MadIuB5/s400/IMG_4395.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>you are becoming quite the pianist.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXot3AhMV2lVOYIzzw4v0-GIpjupBVQsBE80cNw7nb02L0erNg6th7i7vVNvy96el7tZjDqdc4QxT73MM1_th8IWk-WL5M5stU3HQC4GmqXVV-p57N0_S4eqS39C82ExBo5Phs/s1600/IMG_4405.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591203289514618562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXot3AhMV2lVOYIzzw4v0-GIpjupBVQsBE80cNw7nb02L0erNg6th7i7vVNvy96el7tZjDqdc4QxT73MM1_th8IWk-WL5M5stU3HQC4GmqXVV-p57N0_S4eqS39C82ExBo5Phs/s400/IMG_4405.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>more tummy time.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuxDCzulpFHOZxDQuLT5xbM5cLj9ag4li-m_mXtdokQ8Rc5EuEfFo8MzQ4tgjweZ53V0r92YGM3xStHD-IwoGdFUvRhuxPhgBjdZIWPL8UzdoTVHHoSXQO8h9L7huoWQfw2Td/s1600/IMG_4426.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591203290304283282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuxDCzulpFHOZxDQuLT5xbM5cLj9ag4li-m_mXtdokQ8Rc5EuEfFo8MzQ4tgjweZ53V0r92YGM3xStHD-IwoGdFUvRhuxPhgBjdZIWPL8UzdoTVHHoSXQO8h9L7huoWQfw2Td/s400/IMG_4426.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>you and i hanging out.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzJ4g1dJbua2XuqksOvlnSydvmVLq8OXDYwatGqAp7sJwmZ5Dp7TtyGsbKw0dnzUOfx_B628N7Dm8cBzJ9xWY7zfmLkpGj-G_hLoeyIVnWjwX80KYICI4TE1Fk6qLSAr9laMU/s1600/IMG_4435.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591200897491338722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzJ4g1dJbua2XuqksOvlnSydvmVLq8OXDYwatGqAp7sJwmZ5Dp7TtyGsbKw0dnzUOfx_B628N7Dm8cBzJ9xWY7zfmLkpGj-G_hLoeyIVnWjwX80KYICI4TE1Fk6qLSAr9laMU/s400/IMG_4435.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>more of your friend E's clothes. drool.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iybiwTxKlAPNE_Yymj3XzUv2AKhDVT6eWlhrje9ZoRkSYRHFRIBCW01F2xI9KmYwVeV6rudMKkunG2rd0aPef0bTQvO8McGqRK7dif1USJx6Iqc6Rbe-mbA1Ic_Ra2CHlPy8/s1600/IMG_4465.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591200882039797362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iybiwTxKlAPNE_Yymj3XzUv2AKhDVT6eWlhrje9ZoRkSYRHFRIBCW01F2xI9KmYwVeV6rudMKkunG2rd0aPef0bTQvO8McGqRK7dif1USJx6Iqc6Rbe-mbA1Ic_Ra2CHlPy8/s400/IMG_4465.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>you playing dolls with goo.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXy7iuHZ4_3FakDYHBTjjUuT7uIWl9UD-qs1kbBH2LaRuVFF3zwIqYuWfw4mMzWpe-Y3MgrFUAPbCjDckQYNM9js1wX6SuxH6-AHJtndVmt0RjAKsDqS0t8lfLrCCET-JL78IX/s1600/IMG_4460.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591200885267689330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXy7iuHZ4_3FakDYHBTjjUuT7uIWl9UD-qs1kbBH2LaRuVFF3zwIqYuWfw4mMzWpe-Y3MgrFUAPbCjDckQYNM9js1wX6SuxH6-AHJtndVmt0RjAKsDqS0t8lfLrCCET-JL78IX/s400/IMG_4460.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>i was out, and daddy texted me this picture. it made my day.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHn4B6raGYC4ehWSXUq7sL0Vdd1os415_KxvywJZkoL0GLvm60RF3dHGeLOq28PgCkg_ZIUS2fF4wmVNd1xP4o1r-vZK83iwMnRqcsfTbwLG4nkak7lFrmde078F24wB9IqaVo/s1600/jebsbaptism-1-2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591199620528280578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHn4B6raGYC4ehWSXUq7sL0Vdd1os415_KxvywJZkoL0GLvm60RF3dHGeLOq28PgCkg_ZIUS2fF4wmVNd1xP4o1r-vZK83iwMnRqcsfTbwLG4nkak7lFrmde078F24wB9IqaVo/s400/jebsbaptism-1-2.jpg" /></a> </p><br /><p>you never look at the camera in our family pictures. course, we don't either apparently. :)</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ83J_li5oGrDFt-xkFbzrhfe-WGA2an7ydZz8aNFeWlwqXf1YNhAbdawIqobdtjqzajRzx2YM0hN1wpmbxwL5KKs2Nb9d_wGrpK2fz29x5gUjPx_4PwPIhSdg5yZvlluJSuP8/s1600/holliB-5-2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591198446282956978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ83J_li5oGrDFt-xkFbzrhfe-WGA2an7ydZz8aNFeWlwqXf1YNhAbdawIqobdtjqzajRzx2YM0hN1wpmbxwL5KKs2Nb9d_wGrpK2fz29x5gUjPx_4PwPIhSdg5yZvlluJSuP8/s400/holliB-5-2.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>yay. a picture of us together.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNTZfOBhI70yNmIqsSHCas42-a1gZQO3S95jMK-DJ9gtqtYZsPuzrj8yboI966TGj_5vtXsQ3k1kL_TosSufdsRZ1q6n7RUbNlPttyU9tscdQ3htTjd1wYBodeV378LvIDoGP/s1600/holliB-2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591198163152556258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNTZfOBhI70yNmIqsSHCas42-a1gZQO3S95jMK-DJ9gtqtYZsPuzrj8yboI966TGj_5vtXsQ3k1kL_TosSufdsRZ1q6n7RUbNlPttyU9tscdQ3htTjd1wYBodeV378LvIDoGP/s400/holliB-2.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>our road trip to norman to see mommy's ultra special friend <a href="http://hollib.com/">holliB</a>. man, we had such an incredible time during spring break. holli has a boy bigH's age, and a girl goo's age. so we came and invaded her house for two days. and did nothing. and it rocked the house. you woke up once in the middle of the night. and i went and got hollib and asked her what i should do. and i GOT HER OUT OF BED and she came upstairs with me and helped me redo your pack and play and get your ready for sleep again. real friend right there. and you instantly bonded with her. at 2am. love me some hollib. and for the record, she and her kids had prepared welcome goodie bags. yes. i got a scarf and a robe, and my kids got a basket full of fun!!!!!</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5dh5r6p_3cwX-Xwg-iMjD_mOEO3gPs8w01S-xlgQaTjkalSOxGhUkuA1N6ksNvmoWbX7GlJXy9flskCf_BWBY0jFdT4F9BdQ08A7HFIAeBEv2D9ECI5wJBf4HYT10po3E34Ip/s1600/holliB-2-2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591197989677567314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5dh5r6p_3cwX-Xwg-iMjD_mOEO3gPs8w01S-xlgQaTjkalSOxGhUkuA1N6ksNvmoWbX7GlJXy9flskCf_BWBY0jFdT4F9BdQ08A7HFIAeBEv2D9ECI5wJBf4HYT10po3E34Ip/s400/holliB-2-2.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>seriously. another picture of us. yay.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi33iaHOpoO58W1uF_ipHdxosg8puonVLaLmKCxpnJ2Y927hoDX8Z4T144dJ44KQvLYHU7u9GCxQK-eXQn4_Zr0ZJFQ9r737b6WJTnDVCC2VVIPHdJJt6KjLXhtKI5KrvpqBG/s1600/032011-14.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591197441872626018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi33iaHOpoO58W1uF_ipHdxosg8puonVLaLmKCxpnJ2Y927hoDX8Z4T144dJ44KQvLYHU7u9GCxQK-eXQn4_Zr0ZJFQ9r737b6WJTnDVCC2VVIPHdJJt6KjLXhtKI5KrvpqBG/s400/032011-14.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>oh, how you love your daddy. and the feeling is SO MUTUAL.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcy2o7e-ouzvJlrB4B8UPNU4X9S-uMFmgO2nmDySTWX9cbaagkaKuMmzmJElEzXYUqU5jKhX6Y0XgbRdaQifPa82Iz0gRICIz2bloddffR7_VxuYSgU-XneLzSYShAEMVhzrV/s1600/032011-6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591197319115391010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcy2o7e-ouzvJlrB4B8UPNU4X9S-uMFmgO2nmDySTWX9cbaagkaKuMmzmJElEzXYUqU5jKhX6Y0XgbRdaQifPa82Iz0gRICIz2bloddffR7_VxuYSgU-XneLzSYShAEMVhzrV/s400/032011-6.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>bigH had such a blast pushing you at the park.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwa0yxHBK-8vc29H-AA_derv_MeGrxRZi1b6z52LM2AYRbrbQG4YCksz2TmbVB96Xm_NZsshvVR_qQlEKqJ-hYJSPja-fgOwH7wSedJC9wZsPafJ1thiF-wirEc7YMU1Yyx1-w/s1600/032011-12.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591197148752852530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwa0yxHBK-8vc29H-AA_derv_MeGrxRZi1b6z52LM2AYRbrbQG4YCksz2TmbVB96Xm_NZsshvVR_qQlEKqJ-hYJSPja-fgOwH7wSedJC9wZsPafJ1thiF-wirEc7YMU1Yyx1-w/s400/032011-12.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>your poor face. those cheeks are so heavy to lug around.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSNWz43LZGctKHN3OXc1bM6GrEucFr_5OMt0GdBxudrBV6Ffh_V8ysklW541Ofrmy7fhIiwDmoeMdSj3Pois_Dq7bF4s2WmhI9Zd5jXZWd8QkM63KQdYZxLAEFB36G0YNQmBZ/s1600/032011-22.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591196907571498818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSNWz43LZGctKHN3OXc1bM6GrEucFr_5OMt0GdBxudrBV6Ffh_V8ysklW541Ofrmy7fhIiwDmoeMdSj3Pois_Dq7bF4s2WmhI9Zd5jXZWd8QkM63KQdYZxLAEFB36G0YNQmBZ/s400/032011-22.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNRFHWRC_pFA1aGNr1NnNlNCUzg1T1HsWMXGceS54WzkpPRqQ3c972SN0OhQhSl62DzZv9ayGHlsQ2MIeGNxujHZ8aACPf2klvX90KqtpCeYE7jDnuVW1MOxeBJaM6fKG5PEk/s1600/032011-19+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591196748165081122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNRFHWRC_pFA1aGNr1NnNlNCUzg1T1HsWMXGceS54WzkpPRqQ3c972SN0OhQhSl62DzZv9ayGHlsQ2MIeGNxujHZ8aACPf2klvX90KqtpCeYE7jDnuVW1MOxeBJaM6fKG5PEk/s400/032011-19+bw.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>bliss.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4o4oc9VDrPwTvYxZ3R0hA4opZ_VVL3ZHYQnHIRpVZUWYkr7w8lsL8ICKbV2oErN5lKWo-a5NBDJFdPPnQv8stAtXJnDlYV7tn-b8YJ2l4z91hPR0H2yBYaHy24gI7grxTIcY/s1600/DSC_0923-61.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591195844630816178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4o4oc9VDrPwTvYxZ3R0hA4opZ_VVL3ZHYQnHIRpVZUWYkr7w8lsL8ICKbV2oErN5lKWo-a5NBDJFdPPnQv8stAtXJnDlYV7tn-b8YJ2l4z91hPR0H2yBYaHy24gI7grxTIcY/s400/DSC_0923-61.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>my view from the park.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUznF-Av0fiOrs1VBESqL0VWyXNUPCdXBkPzDMmsdLD18_R0fXH1GiYXeHsOeNpo0VPso8CPUtkhVSVYa6hesNP88J8iNkGNU8_AhN38gsy_cB3ZxZdwUknahxD_MeWA64T14/s1600/DSC_0931-67.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591195286641111522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUznF-Av0fiOrs1VBESqL0VWyXNUPCdXBkPzDMmsdLD18_R0fXH1GiYXeHsOeNpo0VPso8CPUtkhVSVYa6hesNP88J8iNkGNU8_AhN38gsy_cB3ZxZdwUknahxD_MeWA64T14/s400/DSC_0931-67.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>man, you're beautiful.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qbCRD17RevWkgZYUSUX3V-MWjIDTvChbW8JkV35V0huyoGvQG-1WiT0rmcfWIWv-J51zsYvZ84Kwdwa0t5cGLTRNokBEhab-KWIiyUjTpBryueJOuXwX_amGZxaHtIaeTPPa/s1600/DSC_0929-66.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591195040826808914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qbCRD17RevWkgZYUSUX3V-MWjIDTvChbW8JkV35V0huyoGvQG-1WiT0rmcfWIWv-J51zsYvZ84Kwdwa0t5cGLTRNokBEhab-KWIiyUjTpBryueJOuXwX_amGZxaHtIaeTPPa/s400/DSC_0929-66.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a onblur="try 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266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591194184855240562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_rv_yrFkIOu6KlHNOOaIcIF4RRlxIFPHupG16tfejgBp0VOORXPsObcEjF0nKFpN0SUJM4SYv2K6z4qd0iQ6LvDllA8WnyfqzG_dE8pUzPhExCWUGBp5jxVZx-lXJr_Z5VgO/s400/DSC_0941-74.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>your joy.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0At9XWuZ2V2jjKjLdX-QYsPdWx4fouHPsWJxjrJ6jD0K7axaexzayQhDntV5gypSd2OuB7lTrWx7JpRK77MfIH2HXAOgrp8R-0L-AVEmHmPGNilOig8ILD5JCAXq50GyeoOs/s1600/jebsbaptism-1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591193269945868674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0At9XWuZ2V2jjKjLdX-QYsPdWx4fouHPsWJxjrJ6jD0K7axaexzayQhDntV5gypSd2OuB7lTrWx7JpRK77MfIH2HXAOgrp8R-0L-AVEmHmPGNilOig8ILD5JCAXq50GyeoOs/s400/jebsbaptism-1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>loving the pictures of us.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecXVCUooMok6v9jVkoliGea43cEZZFWj0f9VijpSLkkI_gbxfzRmnyFk5qY9QryUFoLtpaYZi4uigRSKr1LNrLCXU4O7fS-a4Y-upDTRWh2MlbSdTdrvT7dtnOm-VDDMOW9fi/s1600/DSC_1328-34.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591192159240327826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecXVCUooMok6v9jVkoliGea43cEZZFWj0f9VijpSLkkI_gbxfzRmnyFk5qY9QryUFoLtpaYZi4uigRSKr1LNrLCXU4O7fS-a4Y-upDTRWh2MlbSdTdrvT7dtnOm-VDDMOW9fi/s400/DSC_1328-34.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>so curious.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTe-bq0wmKlEkbukS7bL9tISreqf7gtkVlAVONjCqamLXkT1tHJxT6kcK3WZVZTCchNrnG8rMNwf7MBG3pfXojwwSnhHtnVn3kAEMJurCLpHUQSa7oJmxn0x3rK-HXZ03uDiH/s1600/031811-16.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591190161953019922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTe-bq0wmKlEkbukS7bL9tISreqf7gtkVlAVONjCqamLXkT1tHJxT6kcK3WZVZTCchNrnG8rMNwf7MBG3pfXojwwSnhHtnVn3kAEMJurCLpHUQSa7oJmxn0x3rK-HXZ03uDiH/s400/031811-16.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>your sister showing you the ropes.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsfIukPa3-xvonuyBezc1DJoQ-R8UDXNWruGP_9pb-JTFNnwJT3BLvyJCdUWK9q7woAgng5wR5KEqQs5_jl5_Xa7y9v2ie9gLrOLV4qbkaLvmiFalgzr1c3klgIBK2Cvc07K6/s1600/031811-14.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591189920661509474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsfIukPa3-xvonuyBezc1DJoQ-R8UDXNWruGP_9pb-JTFNnwJT3BLvyJCdUWK9q7woAgng5wR5KEqQs5_jl5_Xa7y9v2ie9gLrOLV4qbkaLvmiFalgzr1c3klgIBK2Cvc07K6/s400/031811-14.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-xY8tfZY1ojh7PdpF74NVAvLSVAq8BdJeok4nYcZPO-Fw3pMGZ39j4mtN3_jgQBpHuxO9fVNqTEOEnS3cm5fr_x0c_tlLALcboKUdKCeDqP3pNHtiXzgGtbmIt7YUFPxE-5Z/s1600/031811-10.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591189699624618754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-xY8tfZY1ojh7PdpF74NVAvLSVAq8BdJeok4nYcZPO-Fw3pMGZ39j4mtN3_jgQBpHuxO9fVNqTEOEnS3cm5fr_x0c_tlLALcboKUdKCeDqP3pNHtiXzgGtbmIt7YUFPxE-5Z/s400/031811-10.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>what you do when you're tired. without fail.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDUeJwGLvhfaRlVUriNtK2xYCnD847rnUZJuUJB-tQcfx4drgojwnGAAxfLQpU_ry1EOJwxYkUVESNdYpPC4_x681YzPPvS4IxVNoH6r81ZizYprDo6li9lq7opOKxhzZw8Sa/s1600/031811-9.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591189483136450050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDUeJwGLvhfaRlVUriNtK2xYCnD847rnUZJuUJB-tQcfx4drgojwnGAAxfLQpU_ry1EOJwxYkUVESNdYpPC4_x681YzPPvS4IxVNoH6r81ZizYprDo6li9lq7opOKxhzZw8Sa/s400/031811-9.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>so fun to look at.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6zCyikZf_oIHG8PmxY7lgwet8PGrTMkN4__gpMMNCdo3UHeqB6VENz_S8ThK_71uyoXbmekrDppidLRSbZori7lMqyhaaGDGujZiYYzrXV96yHG_ah9ubRCMWe8HIBvp1B0V/s1600/031811-8.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591189260287268658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6zCyikZf_oIHG8PmxY7lgwet8PGrTMkN4__gpMMNCdo3UHeqB6VENz_S8ThK_71uyoXbmekrDppidLRSbZori7lMqyhaaGDGujZiYYzrXV96yHG_ah9ubRCMWe8HIBvp1B0V/s400/031811-8.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p>i could eat your toes for dinner.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn_PKpwCSa82iyg-vgP_ccsnyNIrQrEGN_JJJ4FICQ_4Z4FaCchXZX4PCRnufK0HM5_TPSMxxQSR4A2rp119BfY4LzpFFcAH8b_1gDWae123IZDCNluIbtGLCInuGpgOBShnP/s1600/7months-135.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591188411671535794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn_PKpwCSa82iyg-vgP_ccsnyNIrQrEGN_JJJ4FICQ_4Z4FaCchXZX4PCRnufK0HM5_TPSMxxQSR4A2rp119BfY4LzpFFcAH8b_1gDWae123IZDCNluIbtGLCInuGpgOBShnP/s400/7months-135.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>wow, he loves you.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQIBV1WW7dqAoryow6XUEJjo4RJO9S2pZSDR9rgbEIOfftuiTvxuHChIKdqEPElTkIABVEvzQL2shKY4XAcqhLl6pl2u2F08ryADSxO5jJdMWmYVNI2i_1xZ12byczL_ii1Vf/s1600/7months-123.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591187940487211954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQIBV1WW7dqAoryow6XUEJjo4RJO9S2pZSDR9rgbEIOfftuiTvxuHChIKdqEPElTkIABVEvzQL2shKY4XAcqhLl6pl2u2F08ryADSxO5jJdMWmYVNI2i_1xZ12byczL_ii1Vf/s400/7months-123.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>see? i told you you didn't like tummy time.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVMIzHRn7ZEnlnS0Uj4V9I67UM2IO3KAwlDzrtZ02U-Yx_Wz6-W4GM6xOxriidCIXj9sz94Nng-AvjNAdaG1be2Db-1VsBeM5jm2G3SwFFJQ96KfZpIwPlvHbBPAejXttNkkd/s1600/7months-106.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591187785850641154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVMIzHRn7ZEnlnS0Uj4V9I67UM2IO3KAwlDzrtZ02U-Yx_Wz6-W4GM6xOxriidCIXj9sz94Nng-AvjNAdaG1be2Db-1VsBeM5jm2G3SwFFJQ96KfZpIwPlvHbBPAejXttNkkd/s400/7months-106.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>still trying to be happy.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWFc92gKxhpI4WXwpDUYYmMT5Yv5th2nT5XvxLNj1OESQrAlpdYzleI0LTNegcIHKMIBfXCO9eS9h5GkBu8dUQ_gb0Zn6xJW8QoCNZVjkR2tbGIjQ_qQaa36hcY3rA9RqEnMG/s1600/7months-82.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591187507738754018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWFc92gKxhpI4WXwpDUYYmMT5Yv5th2nT5XvxLNj1OESQrAlpdYzleI0LTNegcIHKMIBfXCO9eS9h5GkBu8dUQ_gb0Zn6xJW8QoCNZVjkR2tbGIjQ_qQaa36hcY3rA9RqEnMG/s400/7months-82.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>oh, that smile.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxO7RJ3qGRvpUMZIOUWLWUWdGGNE03YpUxA5O17cDCBluulT0kDmHm3JjkHqGT1C5Upuqt65Qm-20TQyEAERn4iiM1BF13oJGzM6Y3JgtK_RxG4APTl4i7RALHLroz6VuG3HQ/s1600/7months-19.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591185953148064034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxO7RJ3qGRvpUMZIOUWLWUWdGGNE03YpUxA5O17cDCBluulT0kDmHm3JjkHqGT1C5Upuqt65Qm-20TQyEAERn4iiM1BF13oJGzM6Y3JgtK_RxG4APTl4i7RALHLroz6VuG3HQ/s400/7months-19.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>they love you so much.</p><br /><p></p>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-59909325891256122802011-02-15T17:59:00.001-08:002011-02-15T20:31:50.219-08:00EK 6 months (give or take 2 weeks)EK....sorry this is a little late. i'm just impressed that i'm actually keeping up with your months. praying that one day you'll appreciate this.<div><br /></div><div>this month has brought many changes. not huge ones. just seems that all of the sudden, you are a little person. not a baby.</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>you still don't sleep through the night. why, WHY are you our ONLY child NOT to sleep through the night? sigh. praying that this isn't a sign of the times to come.</li><li>but now we've figured out when you wake up. you either get up at midnight or at 4-ish.</li><li>you and i made it SIX MONTHS!! you have exclusively breastfed for six months. i can't believe we did it. i am so proud of us. thankful to daddy for continuing to encourage me. thankful to the lactation nurses for continuing to encourage me. because i'll be honest. it has NOT been easy. at all. what's sad is that when you do it well, you do it really, really well. when you don't? oh. my. it is very frustrating.</li><li>you have been doing the 1-2 oz. of breast milk in a bottle before eating on both sides up until about 5 days ago. in that bottle, i put half of an acidophilus packet. and you are still taking prevacid twice a day. dr. g still thinks you've got tummy issues. after your six month checkup, he wants us to add fiber to your diet. you seem a little young for fiber. but oh well. :)</li><li>we just started solids. and you aren't a fan yet. we've started rice, oatmeal, and we just gave you peas tonight. and for the life of you, you cannot figure out what to do with it. you gag a lot. but you still smile. so? no idea. you seem to be a little living guessing game.</li><li>you tolerate your carseat now. praise the Lord. you don't scream and cry constantly in it. that has been a LIFESAVER. ahhhh.</li><li>for christmas, you got sophie the giraffe, and we joke that you are constantly going to second base with sophie. you love her so much. you suck on her and chew on her and hold her close. so funny. </li><li>you put your mouth on ANYTHING we give you. including bigH's way dirty fingers. trust me -- i don't offer that as an option. he does (when it's just the two of you).</li><li>speaking of the two of you...that brother of yours? loves the HECK out of you. oh my. to hear him say, "sweet baby E. i love you, baby girl." melts. my. heart. and one day it'll melt yours too. he's going to take care of you.</li><li>goo? loves you. but right now, she has other things to do besides be your caretaker. i promise we won't let it last much longer. she's a sweet girl and she loves you. but with her, you have to let the game come to you.</li><li>sundays, dad and i still drop your brother and sister off at sunday school. then we go to the nursing room. dad watches the sermon on tv, i feed you and sometimes close my eyes. when you're finished, the three of us walk around, listening to the sermon. it is a sweet, sweet time for us.</li><li>but this past sunday? day before valentine's day? we put you in the church nursery for the first time. so weird. good for daddy and me. just for that hour. our pastor preached a sermon on marriage. and i have to say. it was nice to sit next to daddy and hold his hand. and marvel at what God has given me/us. but OH MY...i was elated to go get you. your brother and sister could hardly stand it. they asked you over and over "how was church? how was sunday school? what did you sing? who did you learn about? how was large group?" it was precious.</li><li>you are kind of getting into a routine. usually, you take a nap somewhere between 10-12. and then you eat. then, you usually go down again around 2-4. then, you eat. and then from 430ish-7 or 730, you are a bit of a pill. :) that's definitely your witching hour. we know it's that way for most people. but we don't want to put you down for a nap between 5-6. that seems strange.</li><li>you bathe at the same time bigH and goo do. daddy gives you your bath every night. and you guys bond then. i'm sure of it. while he's bathing you, i get your dinky little 2oz bottle warm and full of acidophilus. daddy takes you wrapped in a towel to your room to get your jammies. when you're getting your jammies on, you are one squirmy worm. i sit in the glider waiting on you. up until a couple of days ago, bedtime was easy. i'd feed your bottle, feed on the left side, and finish on the right side. then, i'd lay you on your changing table, swaddle you up as tight as possible, and then lay you in your bed. and you're off to night night land.</li><li>now, at dinner you sit in the little high chair with us and play with toys or eat oatmeal or something. you're still not that interested in food. but whatever. that'll come with time.</li><li>you don't really have a comfortable spot right now. you do the bumbo but only for a few minutes. you won't do a bouncy or papasan anymore. you'll lay on your back watching your star and playing with toys, but you get restless. you do NOT like tummy time. guess that's a wisner thing. :) honestly, you love to be held.</li><li>you've done great in your mobywrap, but it was getting harder and harder to wrap you in it as you got bigger. so i bit the bullet and finally bought an ergobaby carried. and you love it. you haven't slept in it yet, but i think that'll happen soon enough.</li><li>when you wake up from naps crying, i know you didn't sleep long enough. but you will NOT go back to sleep. when you wake up "talking," i know it was a great nap. and then you usually eat like a rockstar.</li><li>you wear 6-12 month clothes. some 3-6 month pants. socks don't stay on. so i usually put on robeez. which really bugs your sister for some reason. you wear a size 3 diaper.</li><li>your 6mo measurements at the doctor were weight = 17.2# (80%), height = 27 1/4 in (93%), and head = 43 1/4 (75%). dr. g was very impressed. said you were cute and growing perfectly. and said everything looked great. and for me to stop stressing out. he says that a lot.</li><li>bigH, goo, and i all get really excited about the color of your bowel movement. TMI, i know. but really? who reads this anymore? if it's yellow/brown, it means you're healthy and tummy is working great. green? makes us sad. means that your tummy doesn't feel so hot.</li><li>you smell really good. all the time. </li><li>your toes? are delicious.</li><li>you "talk." and i love talking back to you.</li><li>you giggle when daddy kisses you (because of his beard). and your giggle is freaking awesome.</li><li>you have rough skin patches on your elbows and knees. you also get rashes where your skin creases. you have rubber band wrists and ankles. and we just recently noticed that you had a rash under your neck. daddy wasn't aware you had a neck. :)</li><li>you are getting heavier and heavier in your carseat. we're close to moving you to the big girl carseat. note to self: i will be really, really sad when that happens.</li><li>speaking of sad, i get sad in the old navy/gap maternity sections. you're our last, and i'm totally ok with that. but every so often, that piece of information hits me between the eyes.</li><li>you look JUST like your sister. it's crazy. wonder what you'll look like in a couple of months/years. probably just as beautiful.</li><li>when you're really happy or really upset, you put one toe on top of another and rub them up and down. it looks like it hurts, but you do it all the time.</li><li>you smile at me, daddy, bigH, and goo. and your siblings? LOVE it.</li><li>you don't have separation anxiety yet.</li><li>when you eat, you scratch me with your nails. but not in a bad way. in a "ahhh...thanks for scratching my back" way.</li><li>we put you down for a nap on your tummy. you cried and were very sad. but you slept pretty well. you still can't roll on your own. so we won't put you on your tummy at night. but we'll try to do it more often for naps.</li><li>your cheeks? still your #1 commented on feature. delicious.</li><li>this month you have all of the sudden become fascinated by things around you. you are very distracted. like i said, it's like you're less of a infant, more of a baby girl.</li></ul><div>EK, my feelings for you sometimes make me ache. i love you with every ounce of my being. you bring so much joy to our life. you are a happy baby. very smiley. very cuddly. i love being your mommy. i love to snuggle with you. i love to eat your cheeks. i love to "wear" you. i love to watch the interaction between you and your siblings and you and daddy. thank you for making our life richer.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRJ8nyYDw7IXUOpfvWSR6mNUcKeCK86CSdJepCQPXCSQhOS1g2PODjon6Pc0Tjr4tXaEz41inNTBc-h8manCMk6Ga0V1c4BccuWKByCrcPeUllHKpByGgdhxdnlfdfWrJGF8g/s1600/difference+bn+e+and+goo.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRJ8nyYDw7IXUOpfvWSR6mNUcKeCK86CSdJepCQPXCSQhOS1g2PODjon6Pc0Tjr4tXaEz41inNTBc-h8manCMk6Ga0V1c4BccuWKByCrcPeUllHKpByGgdhxdnlfdfWrJGF8g/s400/difference+bn+e+and+goo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574136813778332210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRJ8nyYDw7IXUOpfvWSR6mNUcKeCK86CSdJepCQPXCSQhOS1g2PODjon6Pc0Tjr4tXaEz41inNTBc-h8manCMk6Ga0V1c4BccuWKByCrcPeUllHKpByGgdhxdnlfdfWrJGF8g/s1600/difference+bn+e+and+goo.jpg"></a>if anyone has ANY DOUBT WHATSOEVER who you will end up looking like, please. gaze upon this. no question.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37aa3i1eXxHKGbnXQbcLWSNpcIhjJ5Dtwor-0yO4ew1mg4EBFWAlrT8GzsIuNW6g-dD4VcuD40OMZYGGESiFOoAb67aIRpC92s_RpSByLVLFHST4OvZhnhvFpbTYj0rbrAyYS/s1600/IMG_4067.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37aa3i1eXxHKGbnXQbcLWSNpcIhjJ5Dtwor-0yO4ew1mg4EBFWAlrT8GzsIuNW6g-dD4VcuD40OMZYGGESiFOoAb67aIRpC92s_RpSByLVLFHST4OvZhnhvFpbTYj0rbrAyYS/s400/IMG_4067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131953657773266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37aa3i1eXxHKGbnXQbcLWSNpcIhjJ5Dtwor-0yO4ew1mg4EBFWAlrT8GzsIuNW6g-dD4VcuD40OMZYGGESiFOoAb67aIRpC92s_RpSByLVLFHST4OvZhnhvFpbTYj0rbrAyYS/s1600/IMG_4067.JPG"></a>goo loves to have you sit next to her. not on her. NEXT to her.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vtP6d97japsfYjswPEPVasbqpAGZYRZxm0fL-tmhZfXFlWYgTqBDN_ac7XyFxq5ThCkbUcFjv3Kgz4M1XbNTR_K5jOrj1RwUEjizYJo8Sf88WF9Olw1vlCyUNagrW6jhroGt/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vtP6d97japsfYjswPEPVasbqpAGZYRZxm0fL-tmhZfXFlWYgTqBDN_ac7XyFxq5ThCkbUcFjv3Kgz4M1XbNTR_K5jOrj1RwUEjizYJo8Sf88WF9Olw1vlCyUNagrW6jhroGt/s400/IMG_4064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131949984568514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vtP6d97japsfYjswPEPVasbqpAGZYRZxm0fL-tmhZfXFlWYgTqBDN_ac7XyFxq5ThCkbUcFjv3Kgz4M1XbNTR_K5jOrj1RwUEjizYJo8Sf88WF9Olw1vlCyUNagrW6jhroGt/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG"></a>that thumb. THE way you soothe yourself. cute now. we're not sure about it when you're 4 or 5.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYMDOco_keMK0ndZA50kOiyLE4ssmgNVEpv7YwppcZ-IUBQUjZ5DJi4FCLyk_9YvnDRFy93Ew-WtyiBRrvSAtE7tAT_3dozjXgL3nBDB9oSRlPK-AfPXvNSl5WZDHbwHY_5L8/s1600/IMG_4054.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYMDOco_keMK0ndZA50kOiyLE4ssmgNVEpv7YwppcZ-IUBQUjZ5DJi4FCLyk_9YvnDRFy93Ew-WtyiBRrvSAtE7tAT_3dozjXgL3nBDB9oSRlPK-AfPXvNSl5WZDHbwHY_5L8/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131944951861426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYMDOco_keMK0ndZA50kOiyLE4ssmgNVEpv7YwppcZ-IUBQUjZ5DJi4FCLyk_9YvnDRFy93Ew-WtyiBRrvSAtE7tAT_3dozjXgL3nBDB9oSRlPK-AfPXvNSl5WZDHbwHY_5L8/s1600/IMG_4054.JPG"></a>you are so happy when you're next to him.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcN3Xl0wsFvkJAFH8gWZxn41YIFJ-l2EpsBYiHkjZAEsxtk-D8n8zGvDetq1hzTQYg7L1KDT6DzN-7q1XRFCIRrcdphWLno68-v1o701f3aF4UuAv4HHWBxWnE1M-UIhGmHTob/s1600/IMG_4051.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcN3Xl0wsFvkJAFH8gWZxn41YIFJ-l2EpsBYiHkjZAEsxtk-D8n8zGvDetq1hzTQYg7L1KDT6DzN-7q1XRFCIRrcdphWLno68-v1o701f3aF4UuAv4HHWBxWnE1M-UIhGmHTob/s400/IMG_4051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131935612148178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcN3Xl0wsFvkJAFH8gWZxn41YIFJ-l2EpsBYiHkjZAEsxtk-D8n8zGvDetq1hzTQYg7L1KDT6DzN-7q1XRFCIRrcdphWLno68-v1o701f3aF4UuAv4HHWBxWnE1M-UIhGmHTob/s1600/IMG_4051.JPG"></a>this is how you and i watch the today show together.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTBHAqtsTpD6NbnndfCQWw_kRjxMtrwLBxr_KpFDLMiFZIebFTB5WZ3ZYt1C9GeXoQALicQ5jWMUo4PWWiIJxO-rrLKvcLyRLPLtab7rtnzmma_tdoDYqEmiynzaL5Fk3jBiR/s1600/IMG_4017.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTBHAqtsTpD6NbnndfCQWw_kRjxMtrwLBxr_KpFDLMiFZIebFTB5WZ3ZYt1C9GeXoQALicQ5jWMUo4PWWiIJxO-rrLKvcLyRLPLtab7rtnzmma_tdoDYqEmiynzaL5Fk3jBiR/s400/IMG_4017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131442920850530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTBHAqtsTpD6NbnndfCQWw_kRjxMtrwLBxr_KpFDLMiFZIebFTB5WZ3ZYt1C9GeXoQALicQ5jWMUo4PWWiIJxO-rrLKvcLyRLPLtab7rtnzmma_tdoDYqEmiynzaL5Fk3jBiR/s1600/IMG_4017.jpg"></a>happy. baby.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6eVRBpqxQQEdc7Nj3PRpkCCuB0bzhdUywIxMlxga6U0tqHclsANgppovl15qxJRd9ThKXeet6CJZdtpfSdSeGt5u_DQKQGtDT5S0oMDviEvadaGP6g1jtdieu2xMHBg_bfZK4/s1600/IMG_4010.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6eVRBpqxQQEdc7Nj3PRpkCCuB0bzhdUywIxMlxga6U0tqHclsANgppovl15qxJRd9ThKXeet6CJZdtpfSdSeGt5u_DQKQGtDT5S0oMDviEvadaGP6g1jtdieu2xMHBg_bfZK4/s400/IMG_4010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131439673553650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6eVRBpqxQQEdc7Nj3PRpkCCuB0bzhdUywIxMlxga6U0tqHclsANgppovl15qxJRd9ThKXeet6CJZdtpfSdSeGt5u_DQKQGtDT5S0oMDviEvadaGP6g1jtdieu2xMHBg_bfZK4/s1600/IMG_4010.JPG"></a>oh heavens. look. at. those. rolls. rubber bands.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_eWCUpi-NFzA8D34dLrZ9XcOgJh5XMjiU4AJPmiTko7tfrzU-rbPSWXG7YhV7Cv4Swv13tW3p5P4WPO1jXasdBnmPqOJbf8DJhgb18ovjMmYINFHfhLNf2AQeDzbjvdNep-c/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_eWCUpi-NFzA8D34dLrZ9XcOgJh5XMjiU4AJPmiTko7tfrzU-rbPSWXG7YhV7Cv4Swv13tW3p5P4WPO1jXasdBnmPqOJbf8DJhgb18ovjMmYINFHfhLNf2AQeDzbjvdNep-c/s400/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131425301952594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_eWCUpi-NFzA8D34dLrZ9XcOgJh5XMjiU4AJPmiTko7tfrzU-rbPSWXG7YhV7Cv4Swv13tW3p5P4WPO1jXasdBnmPqOJbf8DJhgb18ovjMmYINFHfhLNf2AQeDzbjvdNep-c/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"></a>clearly, you're done with the papasan chair.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnGs2SRToQKs8ABG0C7950ft_JOeuug5xdSMJ6hNrQpswMEynDU63Av81STMeH6trHbC1pyvvIQ7g8ii8m0eCxb-VdBG-HM21tbA0sAmbE83Dls30CSvIpX_EPnplKU63b5NO/s1600/IMG_4002.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnGs2SRToQKs8ABG0C7950ft_JOeuug5xdSMJ6hNrQpswMEynDU63Av81STMeH6trHbC1pyvvIQ7g8ii8m0eCxb-VdBG-HM21tbA0sAmbE83Dls30CSvIpX_EPnplKU63b5NO/s400/IMG_4002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131426203401186" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnLBMtmJ5hqxGX4dB6N-uToibNB-2k8N6hhohDndiqhWVpne84AbuyN4BJudQOK6OV0UUx97fazBlBwUURL6J3pUYqj8aUKExzfHNaDUBy3On1JkS7HgXv1KG7uYZowuRgKMb/s1600/IMG_3832.JPG"></a>they truly delight in you.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrJaFkIvsz_G6BM54xkTTrJ_LsczXre9AGNQ00DY-5rWWE2ceOFQddkhmb3uCmhmAQb8IrdFvYhdDk4rTGE1RUq2_ZG8GRTeZRtynC6WGLwW-dLvLjZZ2WlitBW1O2LLilu9J/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrJaFkIvsz_G6BM54xkTTrJ_LsczXre9AGNQ00DY-5rWWE2ceOFQddkhmb3uCmhmAQb8IrdFvYhdDk4rTGE1RUq2_ZG8GRTeZRtynC6WGLwW-dLvLjZZ2WlitBW1O2LLilu9J/s400/IMG_3781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574124926384580386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrJaFkIvsz_G6BM54xkTTrJ_LsczXre9AGNQ00DY-5rWWE2ceOFQddkhmb3uCmhmAQb8IrdFvYhdDk4rTGE1RUq2_ZG8GRTeZRtynC6WGLwW-dLvLjZZ2WlitBW1O2LLilu9J/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG"></a>tummy time.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WbAHO4PmhvXBrkRN719Zr-GgD3D05fy88TRLXlSiUNKqXJ_kv6T-8huceCB5U-sC4eBInDdqwsHdveQF2zFFEnUAfcRuglGRll5Nd06MuytHer4HdQBXJNuGaS-hQcbddDCm/s1600/IMG_3776.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WbAHO4PmhvXBrkRN719Zr-GgD3D05fy88TRLXlSiUNKqXJ_kv6T-8huceCB5U-sC4eBInDdqwsHdveQF2zFFEnUAfcRuglGRll5Nd06MuytHer4HdQBXJNuGaS-hQcbddDCm/s400/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574124923663967666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WbAHO4PmhvXBrkRN719Zr-GgD3D05fy88TRLXlSiUNKqXJ_kv6T-8huceCB5U-sC4eBInDdqwsHdveQF2zFFEnUAfcRuglGRll5Nd06MuytHer4HdQBXJNuGaS-hQcbddDCm/s1600/IMG_3776.JPG"></a>stopped counting how many times a day bigH puts legos on your head. trust me -- this is a true sign of affection.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjBSBrjWZB99wLi4-nk2Run9tBKLmM40Sb8p-wN8hz7H_dywUilqi_blKWGPID8znEINSUbftfk7RPP8Qg8O39oFKxggQw8xe693iKm4RJ-6vvL0NUZnZJtChSTc06Y5nTEpq/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjBSBrjWZB99wLi4-nk2Run9tBKLmM40Sb8p-wN8hz7H_dywUilqi_blKWGPID8znEINSUbftfk7RPP8Qg8O39oFKxggQw8xe693iKm4RJ-6vvL0NUZnZJtChSTc06Y5nTEpq/s400/IMG_3730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574124923908389922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjBSBrjWZB99wLi4-nk2Run9tBKLmM40Sb8p-wN8hz7H_dywUilqi_blKWGPID8znEINSUbftfk7RPP8Qg8O39oFKxggQw8xe693iKm4RJ-6vvL0NUZnZJtChSTc06Y5nTEpq/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG"></a>oh dr. g.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiGJP2Kgmyledo5UZtYYoc-EiWLNdPjogKNb9yqcN1waB6FWQhrfdLMtRc2x3XBA5c2G-1AD0Af3ARhB0zla7uUv5eGSxZCriCFuA9DN96wlgiF1WgH7QgdQXYOO5jLP2ESjq/s1600/021311-1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiGJP2Kgmyledo5UZtYYoc-EiWLNdPjogKNb9yqcN1waB6FWQhrfdLMtRc2x3XBA5c2G-1AD0Af3ARhB0zla7uUv5eGSxZCriCFuA9DN96wlgiF1WgH7QgdQXYOO5jLP2ESjq/s400/021311-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574123025518437138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPH8cR54b9YICI18CxwIJvW94C7zWbV2KfZmzJSUJHYbdesArkSPSWsUOsx9x1WIneKuH4ZSN4MYzqaCAqEfkjW-xKKDolHT-1J4Zpo1aZCXwTEY8dQhgr5sO09nY9bCZZaNk/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPH8cR54b9YICI18CxwIJvW94C7zWbV2KfZmzJSUJHYbdesArkSPSWsUOsx9x1WIneKuH4ZSN4MYzqaCAqEfkjW-xKKDolHT-1J4Zpo1aZCXwTEY8dQhgr5sO09nY9bCZZaNk/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574123018118756434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiziHjzSrlD3_-8pKi8pZv-eWc8fm91lSzf_Agfms1bvG2f73tUQxxrJ9tsg-_cRhqUgNdmGbivAdYkvey52WliPzOhhee9a8PPfMhxL-xcZgdow-akc20GqhoP9uwh4gt_rgWl/s1600/snowday-1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiziHjzSrlD3_-8pKi8pZv-eWc8fm91lSzf_Agfms1bvG2f73tUQxxrJ9tsg-_cRhqUgNdmGbivAdYkvey52WliPzOhhee9a8PPfMhxL-xcZgdow-akc20GqhoP9uwh4gt_rgWl/s400/snowday-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574122201191852994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAMdLh5GisWGMhbR1pFopqeFcnPvGWkQ-390uC5d28Nohm_2Gnl4w39Kp6Q4gzGuRaXxkcB2FdvgO1WMTVXWOVXy2Otel7p0QUDBjmtMOUJFL-cIMrbAp4WJg3W7PnaCDpq9B/s1600/DSC_9932.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAMdLh5GisWGMhbR1pFopqeFcnPvGWkQ-390uC5d28Nohm_2Gnl4w39Kp6Q4gzGuRaXxkcB2FdvgO1WMTVXWOVXy2Otel7p0QUDBjmtMOUJFL-cIMrbAp4WJg3W7PnaCDpq9B/s400/DSC_9932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574121868399911474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjrp-W-0IIIIXpCP-mpAtcjMDXy439tQdaCkpPaP-LoEthkPotzEtTyBc8DksazhGbTLV_S9w6lD-HrGczTf5AiRUzIWLkZRUlcQN3St_nqbhCEmlWIujk7rPaop7xKfvyEdX/s1600/DSC_9904.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjrp-W-0IIIIXpCP-mpAtcjMDXy439tQdaCkpPaP-LoEthkPotzEtTyBc8DksazhGbTLV_S9w6lD-HrGczTf5AiRUzIWLkZRUlcQN3St_nqbhCEmlWIujk7rPaop7xKfvyEdX/s400/DSC_9904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574121738628689298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjrp-W-0IIIIXpCP-mpAtcjMDXy439tQdaCkpPaP-LoEthkPotzEtTyBc8DksazhGbTLV_S9w6lD-HrGczTf5AiRUzIWLkZRUlcQN3St_nqbhCEmlWIujk7rPaop7xKfvyEdX/s1600/DSC_9904.JPG"></a>your first snow.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJjRPuMh3lEA6qs2QN6emKeeWH2GrM_CIUveirYwqTwacogte69cBv2FJW9AvAYdMfz5uW0WCr83xotK1YLzfbCC65X8aTPL3o-WXv_4NZG3ZR_rY3HeSqCBs0zo9r4c0BtTl/s1600/DSC_9717.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJjRPuMh3lEA6qs2QN6emKeeWH2GrM_CIUveirYwqTwacogte69cBv2FJW9AvAYdMfz5uW0WCr83xotK1YLzfbCC65X8aTPL3o-WXv_4NZG3ZR_rY3HeSqCBs0zo9r4c0BtTl/s400/DSC_9717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574121539599394018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJjRPuMh3lEA6qs2QN6emKeeWH2GrM_CIUveirYwqTwacogte69cBv2FJW9AvAYdMfz5uW0WCr83xotK1YLzfbCC65X8aTPL3o-WXv_4NZG3ZR_rY3HeSqCBs0zo9r4c0BtTl/s1600/DSC_9717.JPG"></a>your first food. rice cereal.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxcQR0f7TfWdOElVJVVyW_2PL3h2dDM_89epPhgC3QS4-eM7DDDVSzjXVgRkwA6dkrPx8EZcdtvGZ2-5Xogv8U5PUjvfwsNbdhwFg-plMYipYS43aiYNILQkAIFU2mGvuo1D4/s1600/edithsixmonths-33.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxcQR0f7TfWdOElVJVVyW_2PL3h2dDM_89epPhgC3QS4-eM7DDDVSzjXVgRkwA6dkrPx8EZcdtvGZ2-5Xogv8U5PUjvfwsNbdhwFg-plMYipYS43aiYNILQkAIFU2mGvuo1D4/s400/edithsixmonths-33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574120891791536354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-GQ_Y9IbRsCoePItcXVJzaZJV6B3I689-T4pqWzwgoNmAx7CCj0aC6cBpbsF4l3YqCmGcrSQczyftsf75P27Vzl1E7Eu_2dfM6xmZnohfgGJVOzLmPIFoHRBgNrIGL5iLMCq/s1600/edithsixmonths-22.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-GQ_Y9IbRsCoePItcXVJzaZJV6B3I689-T4pqWzwgoNmAx7CCj0aC6cBpbsF4l3YqCmGcrSQczyftsf75P27Vzl1E7Eu_2dfM6xmZnohfgGJVOzLmPIFoHRBgNrIGL5iLMCq/s400/edithsixmonths-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574120634574737570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eFOTzsPKXfCTXeTdpoE1-8G-FGEonFdpPULDHxPjFE-9DjaEE7CpPyTlFQnmUTORkHT4oWE883UQDIkP-uODscER4OmBKj79Iw75x_R7ftQTMxPAUoGwFk_B-9klcbIXWrlL/s1600/edithsixmonths-21.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eFOTzsPKXfCTXeTdpoE1-8G-FGEonFdpPULDHxPjFE-9DjaEE7CpPyTlFQnmUTORkHT4oWE883UQDIkP-uODscER4OmBKj79Iw75x_R7ftQTMxPAUoGwFk_B-9klcbIXWrlL/s400/edithsixmonths-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574120339576078258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eFOTzsPKXfCTXeTdpoE1-8G-FGEonFdpPULDHxPjFE-9DjaEE7CpPyTlFQnmUTORkHT4oWE883UQDIkP-uODscER4OmBKj79Iw75x_R7ftQTMxPAUoGwFk_B-9klcbIXWrlL/s1600/edithsixmonths-21.jpg"></a>i see this face all. the. time.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvdY3cx3sN9BijizfpTCnheiflhx1FFrcNCjKlhvKAqt3lGnJ8XxcPMLZYeAEkKReo2xP2THBlTzkKRlHuBqEgwNIkVhBmce182gs6DTdjtk_Dzy53ahVri68aTwBLRrK57w8/s1600/edithsixmonths-31.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvdY3cx3sN9BijizfpTCnheiflhx1FFrcNCjKlhvKAqt3lGnJ8XxcPMLZYeAEkKReo2xP2THBlTzkKRlHuBqEgwNIkVhBmce182gs6DTdjtk_Dzy53ahVri68aTwBLRrK57w8/s400/edithsixmonths-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574120082242293938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvdY3cx3sN9BijizfpTCnheiflhx1FFrcNCjKlhvKAqt3lGnJ8XxcPMLZYeAEkKReo2xP2THBlTzkKRlHuBqEgwNIkVhBmce182gs6DTdjtk_Dzy53ahVri68aTwBLRrK57w8/s1600/edithsixmonths-31.jpg"></a>those toes...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wAD-aZ1v2e-3GBW5UYI3C97_-HKU1CAOLtg-DM5c1C6U0N_V8knWix7u4y-OGUy_DvRU-errgs-1T2VVq1NRuxZ1MtYAvaAhP02eGKscIIE4Wz9HQJGkh_q6os1CDDmMcsSO/s1600/edithsixmonths-47.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wAD-aZ1v2e-3GBW5UYI3C97_-HKU1CAOLtg-DM5c1C6U0N_V8knWix7u4y-OGUy_DvRU-errgs-1T2VVq1NRuxZ1MtYAvaAhP02eGKscIIE4Wz9HQJGkh_q6os1CDDmMcsSO/s400/edithsixmonths-47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574119865822114962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQiw83xGVV2tzg5aqgYCuj2mZenk18erttUUrLQ_LnGNRqLjftWl8msuYSoKmLsuzuTqhffdqHCTMwku6owyzLg06-xcDilq8HGApe45jkzPA1XCTWvwyRPFGJ-34RYuXnTef/s1600/edithsixmonths-52.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQiw83xGVV2tzg5aqgYCuj2mZenk18erttUUrLQ_LnGNRqLjftWl8msuYSoKmLsuzuTqhffdqHCTMwku6owyzLg06-xcDilq8HGApe45jkzPA1XCTWvwyRPFGJ-34RYuXnTef/s400/edithsixmonths-52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574119508165095890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQiw83xGVV2tzg5aqgYCuj2mZenk18erttUUrLQ_LnGNRqLjftWl8msuYSoKmLsuzuTqhffdqHCTMwku6owyzLg06-xcDilq8HGApe45jkzPA1XCTWvwyRPFGJ-34RYuXnTef/s1600/edithsixmonths-52.jpg"></a>"what in the world have i gotten myself into?"</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsTIFcdStO-m24MeBzLYwvApy405PKmR68vqQbgt0dzHs2j0cNUvYmkhh0p1LX_JXNAX_vGdFaM0vVgUfS1Gb4MxiHvAMQykXaa6GDHDeQXy-w2iWkQOJHHt4kRzVIVrSxqVJ/s1600/edithsixmonths-5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsTIFcdStO-m24MeBzLYwvApy405PKmR68vqQbgt0dzHs2j0cNUvYmkhh0p1LX_JXNAX_vGdFaM0vVgUfS1Gb4MxiHvAMQykXaa6GDHDeQXy-w2iWkQOJHHt4kRzVIVrSxqVJ/s400/edithsixmonths-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574117113577951906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsTIFcdStO-m24MeBzLYwvApy405PKmR68vqQbgt0dzHs2j0cNUvYmkhh0p1LX_JXNAX_vGdFaM0vVgUfS1Gb4MxiHvAMQykXaa6GDHDeQXy-w2iWkQOJHHt4kRzVIVrSxqVJ/s1600/edithsixmonths-5.jpg"></a>awesome. i love having happy children.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72EsUWrXTwuuEAJn-vbD5W0HyAozKvZ1vjRr-79uO0UHXLB47XeDHms5YwLSSPyaL8wRxFff_uZP_ad7_1k30-uzVzkgHmMUGZpCrskRPtFvl6bZpYIlCFM6N0e60CyVa6yNC/s1600/edithsixmonths-41.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72EsUWrXTwuuEAJn-vbD5W0HyAozKvZ1vjRr-79uO0UHXLB47XeDHms5YwLSSPyaL8wRxFff_uZP_ad7_1k30-uzVzkgHmMUGZpCrskRPtFvl6bZpYIlCFM6N0e60CyVa6yNC/s400/edithsixmonths-41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116843746871154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72EsUWrXTwuuEAJn-vbD5W0HyAozKvZ1vjRr-79uO0UHXLB47XeDHms5YwLSSPyaL8wRxFff_uZP_ad7_1k30-uzVzkgHmMUGZpCrskRPtFvl6bZpYIlCFM6N0e60CyVa6yNC/s1600/edithsixmonths-41.jpg"></a>this is perfectly you.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWGYfF9WBqNeReSn1Djbi4QU9HMU9yvfeTFLMS56VGv60EtKFvfDmrhve4hgMNfEh0lSAJEKndfsKr8P-t83lOsiOmSJMs_sK1zgACT_AAjxGLt7O_HP760n1t9_B7Nk2QzUS/s1600/edithsixmonths-1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWGYfF9WBqNeReSn1Djbi4QU9HMU9yvfeTFLMS56VGv60EtKFvfDmrhve4hgMNfEh0lSAJEKndfsKr8P-t83lOsiOmSJMs_sK1zgACT_AAjxGLt7O_HP760n1t9_B7Nk2QzUS/s400/edithsixmonths-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116369975100914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-85168381931260723192011-01-15T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-15T06:44:22.682-08:00EK 4 and 5 months<div>having to push two months together. can't get my act together. sorry, dear.</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>you have freezing cold hands in the middle of the night. most would hate it. i LOVE it. especially when my body is hot from all the covers and what not.</li><li>speaking of the middle of the night: here's the deal. your brother and sister? they slept through the night early on. it's ok. you don't have to be different, unique. go with it. the middle of the night wake up calls are really putting a cramp in my mood in the mornings. </li><li>however. you are very, very cute. so to look at you all day. with that smile. oh my, that smile. makes the middle of the night parties tolerable.</li><li>have i mentioned lately you're my last kid? you're kinda getting to do everything the way you want. and that's ok.</li><li>you don't take many naps during the day. because we're always going to get one of your siblings. you LOVE saturdays because you get to take a lot of naps.</li><li>sundays are fun for daddy and me. we drop bigH and goo off at their classes. then, we go to the mothers' nursing room, make sure there are no other mommies, change your diaper, i start to feed you, and daddy watches the service on the TV in the nursing room. and daddy and i just get to be together. then, when you're finished, i change you into your "church clothes." (that makes me laugh.) and daddy and i walk around listening to the service and have a cup of coffee together. i like your daddy. a lot. then we go pick up your brother and sister.</li><li>you are VERY fidgety on the changing table. this frustrates daddy at night after your bath. that makes me laugh watching him frustrated. don't tell him that.</li><li>you have very cute toes, just like your brother and sister. i could look at them all day.</li><li>you're still not a great nurser. but we're still going at it. we went to a breastfeeding support group at a local hospital, and we love the lactation nurses there.</li><li>at night, you take 2 oz of a very VERY warm bottle of breastmilk. then you eat the left side. then, the right. then, i put you to bed, still swaddled. someday, you'll grow out of that. and i will be sad. because i won't swaddle any more babies. and OH HOW I LOVE TO SWADDLE.</li><li>in december, you met your grandmother and your grandfather for the first time. you also met your aunt and two girl cousins for the first time.</li><li>you got a HORRIBLE cold over christmas. it made me sad because you weren't yourself. you slept in a pack and play and were up ALL NIGHT a couple of the nights. yikes. that made for a tired mama.</li><li>you still love the mobywrap. i'm thinking of getting an ergo baby carrier. i've heard they're great, and you definitely love to be "worn." </li><li>you still have world renown cheeks. oh my. every person who sees you makes some kind of comment about them. and really...they are delicious.</li><li>you "talk" to daddy when you're taking your bath. and he responds with, "oh no she di'int." "you've got to be kidding me." "then what happened?" "girl, you handled that situation perfectly." i love listening to you guys talk.</li><li>right after you smile, you put your hands in your mouth. we're afraid this is your nervous habit. hopefully you'll grow out of by kindergarten.</li><li>with all the drooling you do, you've yet to have any eczema. you have great skin.</li><li>you love cheek to cheek time.</li><li>your sleep is getting better. but i refuse to write anymore about it, though, because i'm dorky and don't want to jinx anything.</li><li>we got you sophie the giraffe for christmas and you love it. you love chewing on it, squeaking it, holding it.</li><li>you don't love tummy time. only because you spit up every time.</li><li>you love your bumbo. but not for long. we love to put you on the table in it when we eat dinner. (shhhh...we probably shouldn't put you up there. but i promise we're careful.) bigH and goo love watching you when you "eat" with us.</li><li>you still hate your carseat but you don't cry near as much as before.</li><li>you are taking prevacid and acidophilus. our prevacid is a dissolvable tablet. you get a quarter of a tablet in the morning and a quarter in the afternoon. bigH loves to be able to put little sanitizer on his hands and give you your medicine. your acidophilus is in packets. we put half a packet in your milk in night. these are both things to "quiet" your tummy. you still spit up a lot and you work very hard to produce in your diaper.</li><li>you still wear 3-6 month clothes, though you've worn some 6-12 month shirts. your biggest physical feature is your set of cheeks. delicious.</li><li>your "talk" is awesome.</li><li>TMI: the smell of your poop still fascinates and makes me happy. please: like anyone reads this anymore anyway.</li><li>youre not even close to crawling, and we love that we'd like you to hold off on any major milestones. thank you.</li><li>like any baby, you're fascinated by lights and sounds.</li><li>you still have no hair. it's ok. you won't until you're at least 2.</li><li>you don't have anything to worry about as far as boys not treating you well. bigH will take care of any of that. he is your #1 fan.</li><li>friday is my favorite day. we drop goo off at school. then, we stop at einstein bagels to get me a bagel and some coffee. then, we go home, and i feed you. after we're done, i eat breakfast and you and i watch the today show together. then, around 10 or 1030, i put you down for a nap. the house is quiet. OH SO QUIET. usually, it's the first time all week that it's quiet. and i sit on the couch. and soak up the quiet. usually, you get up around noon or 1. i feed you, and it's almost time to go get goo. goo and bigH both get to ride in the back of the van, which they love. we usually get a sonic drink. and get a movie to watch for movie night. you're a great sport. but i love fridays because it's just you and me.</li><li>all of the sudden, around month 4.5 ot 5, i found myself sad. mourning your little baby stage. it's been hard but i think 0-6 months is always tough. and daddy and i have cut ourselves slack. but all of the sudden, you are a bigger girl. you interact. you smile. you giggle. all of these things are SO MUCH FUN. but i miss your little tiny ball of a baby. that i could put in the mobywrap and squeeze. that i could put down and you wouldn't cry. i know this sounds silly. but because you're our last baby, i'm trying to be intentional and soak up every. last. thing.</li><li>we'll probably try some food at the end of this month. see how you do with cereal or other food.</li></ul><div>EK, i love you so much. i love spending time with you. bigH could eat you with a spoon. goo can't wait to really play with you. she is in charge of making sure you're ok in the car. she takes her job very seriously. daddy is a no-brainer. he will ALWAYS be wrapped around your finger. he's got goo and bigH there. and me? well, some days, i have to pinch myself to make sure you're really real. really here. really my sweet little baby. thank you for blessing our family. we wouldn't be the same without you.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58ocems2pGWCIEtd3HLzYs_beAIxqi5gNK1CCrP0vCBOzyYiq_tPZvKIUQZTbRov40dHqb2A-dfbMlav-7oVTpH7dDNHVVoVzLGqEUxGNkxzZoA0_9bDsV0jFnVBi7c05Lyds/s1600/IMG_3569.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58ocems2pGWCIEtd3HLzYs_beAIxqi5gNK1CCrP0vCBOzyYiq_tPZvKIUQZTbRov40dHqb2A-dfbMlav-7oVTpH7dDNHVVoVzLGqEUxGNkxzZoA0_9bDsV0jFnVBi7c05Lyds/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557458504442276226" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58ocems2pGWCIEtd3HLzYs_beAIxqi5gNK1CCrP0vCBOzyYiq_tPZvKIUQZTbRov40dHqb2A-dfbMlav-7oVTpH7dDNHVVoVzLGqEUxGNkxzZoA0_9bDsV0jFnVBi7c05Lyds/s1600/IMG_3569.JPG"></a>goo wants to be in EVERY picture with you. change from when you were first born. and she wanted to be in exactly NO pictures with you.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPF_2A3pECBajeYU5pFcDYdAOsXgtj-XxUExtxNifaRBn9Y2SmWnsI7AaFPpZW2D-VmtC9psoG842ezVyo88f3JFR7VGCR1toSv0CMvb5lC_-vUUrUY1bxJv0UF3BE8QibnDq/s1600/IMG_3587.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPF_2A3pECBajeYU5pFcDYdAOsXgtj-XxUExtxNifaRBn9Y2SmWnsI7AaFPpZW2D-VmtC9psoG842ezVyo88f3JFR7VGCR1toSv0CMvb5lC_-vUUrUY1bxJv0UF3BE8QibnDq/s400/IMG_3587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557458497155532354" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPF_2A3pECBajeYU5pFcDYdAOsXgtj-XxUExtxNifaRBn9Y2SmWnsI7AaFPpZW2D-VmtC9psoG842ezVyo88f3JFR7VGCR1toSv0CMvb5lC_-vUUrUY1bxJv0UF3BE8QibnDq/s1600/IMG_3587.JPG"></a>that's you in there alright. daddy's side of the family all went to the gaylord ice exhibit. and you came along. you nursed in a random staff office at the hotel. and then, you proceeded to sleep through the entire exhibit. you and i had such a great time being together.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjZ7ICCI_7OAIAM63cvRJuofzQ1Jn1KJ5BGnagu-y72BIHImnGmXata8e-zwbp3DFojurjHt9st80GBYF73bMRnDA0fH3V2DzzSMpkjPhnkR5zpurvMUu0IdjAzP6QA1m63eE/s1600/IMG_3602.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjZ7ICCI_7OAIAM63cvRJuofzQ1Jn1KJ5BGnagu-y72BIHImnGmXata8e-zwbp3DFojurjHt9st80GBYF73bMRnDA0fH3V2DzzSMpkjPhnkR5zpurvMUu0IdjAzP6QA1m63eE/s400/IMG_3602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557458497124935826" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjZ7ICCI_7OAIAM63cvRJuofzQ1Jn1KJ5BGnagu-y72BIHImnGmXata8e-zwbp3DFojurjHt9st80GBYF73bMRnDA0fH3V2DzzSMpkjPhnkR5zpurvMUu0IdjAzP6QA1m63eE/s1600/IMG_3602.JPG"></a>notice goo's toes? see? every picture.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqnMVOSFl1T2kYdx5whWlpLSNtZwnIaKk4pDoQHBHAKSMpmNtfsTd_6XFmkQFwlTOwoZN_u25EwQ1cZ0aPFb-6c64OyFblM-J5CdE51ZENUX_zk31f9TxI6mmEEzWhjEmybfj/s1600/IMG_3623.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqnMVOSFl1T2kYdx5whWlpLSNtZwnIaKk4pDoQHBHAKSMpmNtfsTd_6XFmkQFwlTOwoZN_u25EwQ1cZ0aPFb-6c64OyFblM-J5CdE51ZENUX_zk31f9TxI6mmEEzWhjEmybfj/s400/IMG_3623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557457251139895026" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqnMVOSFl1T2kYdx5whWlpLSNtZwnIaKk4pDoQHBHAKSMpmNtfsTd_6XFmkQFwlTOwoZN_u25EwQ1cZ0aPFb-6c64OyFblM-J5CdE51ZENUX_zk31f9TxI6mmEEzWhjEmybfj/s1600/IMG_3623.JPG"></a>your first time to meet santa. and you didn't cry. guess you're waiting for next year. but your brother and sister? CLOUD NINE.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-LCvgrfrgfZHWn8VxU_7RggHAKEISn9PoQfGR8D4f9Xt542ulTQ17soU_JH3IIrWTvHmyi13xHcrq8k_zYtpouSboCtyLEL_l9iI1eFmvOH8ZUBTRdY7GlhUnt-FHaYUPxqX/s1600/IMG_3625.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-LCvgrfrgfZHWn8VxU_7RggHAKEISn9PoQfGR8D4f9Xt542ulTQ17soU_JH3IIrWTvHmyi13xHcrq8k_zYtpouSboCtyLEL_l9iI1eFmvOH8ZUBTRdY7GlhUnt-FHaYUPxqX/s400/IMG_3625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557457248521703202" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-LCvgrfrgfZHWn8VxU_7RggHAKEISn9PoQfGR8D4f9Xt542ulTQ17soU_JH3IIrWTvHmyi13xHcrq8k_zYtpouSboCtyLEL_l9iI1eFmvOH8ZUBTRdY7GlhUnt-FHaYUPxqX/s1600/IMG_3625.jpg"></a>you LOVE to sit in the corner of the couch. normally, i prop you up with all sorts of blankets and pillows. but bigH was right next to you, so i had nothing to worry about. this is your deer in headlights look that all of us LOVE.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9E1nQs2LoFPRZLJcylwhXSA2b_xgRl4o5z7X3GuyEWjOmZWE5YHSdaH4mw_AUTwcwVO1QeTZFSkm6l5_D1g6hzk-BQX4G5fLFf5vBOiv301YDqVQmKe99923Yh6jfoJJOCjg3/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9E1nQs2LoFPRZLJcylwhXSA2b_xgRl4o5z7X3GuyEWjOmZWE5YHSdaH4mw_AUTwcwVO1QeTZFSkm6l5_D1g6hzk-BQX4G5fLFf5vBOiv301YDqVQmKe99923Yh6jfoJJOCjg3/s400/IMG_3631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557457245383536594" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9E1nQs2LoFPRZLJcylwhXSA2b_xgRl4o5z7X3GuyEWjOmZWE5YHSdaH4mw_AUTwcwVO1QeTZFSkm6l5_D1g6hzk-BQX4G5fLFf5vBOiv301YDqVQmKe99923Yh6jfoJJOCjg3/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"></a>and this smile? OH MY WORD. melts my heart. every time.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgxEWJxVHKvTWLzJ2MQnhyphenhyphenZZw4mlthWVRdPonMeJeAMBSBCLBpO3WkP6wsBbbtpqC2nZoFd1jsLksnNy3xFUk_1_f5FuMn4kBqNnM9GJcahNdSqDbZSADPU9113RWA0oF0ByL/s1600/IMG_3664.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgxEWJxVHKvTWLzJ2MQnhyphenhyphenZZw4mlthWVRdPonMeJeAMBSBCLBpO3WkP6wsBbbtpqC2nZoFd1jsLksnNy3xFUk_1_f5FuMn4kBqNnM9GJcahNdSqDbZSADPU9113RWA0oF0ByL/s400/IMG_3664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557457241609645186" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgxEWJxVHKvTWLzJ2MQnhyphenhyphenZZw4mlthWVRdPonMeJeAMBSBCLBpO3WkP6wsBbbtpqC2nZoFd1jsLksnNy3xFUk_1_f5FuMn4kBqNnM9GJcahNdSqDbZSADPU9113RWA0oF0ByL/s1600/IMG_3664.jpg"></a>you and your thumb. i so wish you'd take a pacifier. but no. your thumb is your soother of choice. clearly, you're going to be right-handed.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxgOIoWruasTH14GtK5Z39NsOjXvudcPghru4IGuqG_JjoXptY3LL-ebbYyH4kl-V7_GPyjyhdiCOGMrIGqAqc3SXP-S9vpxS7Dp_tALIVhst3xe7t5uEGc1rNGDUYCepPeJE/s1600/IMG_3675.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxgOIoWruasTH14GtK5Z39NsOjXvudcPghru4IGuqG_JjoXptY3LL-ebbYyH4kl-V7_GPyjyhdiCOGMrIGqAqc3SXP-S9vpxS7Dp_tALIVhst3xe7t5uEGc1rNGDUYCepPeJE/s400/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557457240196861842" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxgOIoWruasTH14GtK5Z39NsOjXvudcPghru4IGuqG_JjoXptY3LL-ebbYyH4kl-V7_GPyjyhdiCOGMrIGqAqc3SXP-S9vpxS7Dp_tALIVhst3xe7t5uEGc1rNGDUYCepPeJE/s1600/IMG_3675.JPG"></a>you tried the bumbo. you don't love it yet. but we love looking at you sit in it.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTucY45VAI4Vqx_H_qD6y5cH_GlOPU2_ws4y282y5mcpz35A2rvl5WghspzAUfm3dmGdoc_8RVAQ_N1XZtEkWFmNbeBOLibHzf8BJvrqidsi6fjz74gwYtGirpMju3RxX3NDN/s1600/IMG_3691.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTucY45VAI4Vqx_H_qD6y5cH_GlOPU2_ws4y282y5mcpz35A2rvl5WghspzAUfm3dmGdoc_8RVAQ_N1XZtEkWFmNbeBOLibHzf8BJvrqidsi6fjz74gwYtGirpMju3RxX3NDN/s400/IMG_3691.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557454852929441026" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTucY45VAI4Vqx_H_qD6y5cH_GlOPU2_ws4y282y5mcpz35A2rvl5WghspzAUfm3dmGdoc_8RVAQ_N1XZtEkWFmNbeBOLibHzf8BJvrqidsi6fjz74gwYtGirpMju3RxX3NDN/s1600/IMG_3691.jpg"></a>you and i at church. your first (of many) smocked dress.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_QwMrbGhFXtMKR_IY8BAmMx1A0UhW-u1cIASLQY9raA_YICLULLGfiGDeB07dAUB2Li00VEWfV4aMPokcCRz7ehIbNxCE02s0Q-exStxgrlCU_XCKtRHyppBeLwTsCxHJBEP/s1600/IMG_3695.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_QwMrbGhFXtMKR_IY8BAmMx1A0UhW-u1cIASLQY9raA_YICLULLGfiGDeB07dAUB2Li00VEWfV4aMPokcCRz7ehIbNxCE02s0Q-exStxgrlCU_XCKtRHyppBeLwTsCxHJBEP/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557454852862670962" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_QwMrbGhFXtMKR_IY8BAmMx1A0UhW-u1cIASLQY9raA_YICLULLGfiGDeB07dAUB2Li00VEWfV4aMPokcCRz7ehIbNxCE02s0Q-exStxgrlCU_XCKtRHyppBeLwTsCxHJBEP/s1600/IMG_3695.JPG"></a>christmas eve.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7CTFGqxsMHBInA96_nSWsq02qs38iXxMN9AkEa54Fu1CXLoJRo5p6GJV-lR9uC9mtQleb_M4YU9Mt7fimNVO4TYAAaOfdyCnVUbkOH_V04Id0seyw9FINa0ZFVdnxCXX7DVH/s1600/IMG_3717.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7CTFGqxsMHBInA96_nSWsq02qs38iXxMN9AkEa54Fu1CXLoJRo5p6GJV-lR9uC9mtQleb_M4YU9Mt7fimNVO4TYAAaOfdyCnVUbkOH_V04Id0seyw9FINa0ZFVdnxCXX7DVH/s400/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557454850498365874" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7CTFGqxsMHBInA96_nSWsq02qs38iXxMN9AkEa54Fu1CXLoJRo5p6GJV-lR9uC9mtQleb_M4YU9Mt7fimNVO4TYAAaOfdyCnVUbkOH_V04Id0seyw9FINa0ZFVdnxCXX7DVH/s1600/IMG_3717.JPG"></a>your one and only christmas present -- sophie the giraffe.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTYU-A4XoeNNjtLm495FbJ_kW_WrCAxNpugyMlBtXxs0m5SPS9j0hy2HikSHF-dVNdsaL2JncRDwbprKi2k3Qwphl37_NlGDxLUcD8xfvnPdVj_war9ioHz2-a-DIhUbT-ZGu/s1600/IMG_3726.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTYU-A4XoeNNjtLm495FbJ_kW_WrCAxNpugyMlBtXxs0m5SPS9j0hy2HikSHF-dVNdsaL2JncRDwbprKi2k3Qwphl37_NlGDxLUcD8xfvnPdVj_war9ioHz2-a-DIhUbT-ZGu/s400/IMG_3726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557454845226233906" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTYU-A4XoeNNjtLm495FbJ_kW_WrCAxNpugyMlBtXxs0m5SPS9j0hy2HikSHF-dVNdsaL2JncRDwbprKi2k3Qwphl37_NlGDxLUcD8xfvnPdVj_war9ioHz2-a-DIhUbT-ZGu/s1600/IMG_3726.jpg"></a>note: your thumb. and the HUGE amount of drool on your shirt. you've been teething for months.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MFNONTDA3GuVwySds45Kf5w_KXYAmi0kLUeInobFLUP_GZ5GUW91hHO86z3frwbLjEitdC9Se7_KCTvMTzZ3O91Xch4NA1LkoJ15MHA_p2cLhyphenhyphenPHw6x8eJlXWgqZ1SQ_sYe0/s1600/IMG_3732.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MFNONTDA3GuVwySds45Kf5w_KXYAmi0kLUeInobFLUP_GZ5GUW91hHO86z3frwbLjEitdC9Se7_KCTvMTzZ3O91Xch4NA1LkoJ15MHA_p2cLhyphenhyphenPHw6x8eJlXWgqZ1SQ_sYe0/s400/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557454839342545026" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MFNONTDA3GuVwySds45Kf5w_KXYAmi0kLUeInobFLUP_GZ5GUW91hHO86z3frwbLjEitdC9Se7_KCTvMTzZ3O91Xch4NA1LkoJ15MHA_p2cLhyphenhyphenPHw6x8eJlXWgqZ1SQ_sYe0/s1600/IMG_3732.JPG"></a>you in your sofa corner. watching the today show.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_g3xcCuZ6Eqo3ODVQ0xvI7YG4G7oaTZ8el7JYoh4lLiqfG1ZAqt0i0a8ZTw3ClQq2hKuPuHHDnCQ6UOjjkmmiDQGMgHyeoWOXT6FaV2QSUrA-sT1PJ3fFrkoK3flZtrLNsxv/s1600/010111-12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_g3xcCuZ6Eqo3ODVQ0xvI7YG4G7oaTZ8el7JYoh4lLiqfG1ZAqt0i0a8ZTw3ClQq2hKuPuHHDnCQ6UOjjkmmiDQGMgHyeoWOXT6FaV2QSUrA-sT1PJ3fFrkoK3flZtrLNsxv/s400/010111-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557453159420227186" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_g3xcCuZ6Eqo3ODVQ0xvI7YG4G7oaTZ8el7JYoh4lLiqfG1ZAqt0i0a8ZTw3ClQq2hKuPuHHDnCQ6UOjjkmmiDQGMgHyeoWOXT6FaV2QSUrA-sT1PJ3fFrkoK3flZtrLNsxv/s1600/010111-12.jpg"></a>OH. MY. HEAVENS. EK? i love you more than you will ever know. look at you. i could eat you with a spoon.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s8a76PWwRHZZD1oRAa0PZfbAgnLeAVYd_vRheQNDfven-LlLc6LRd0YErg4JnYZiesxaqAJMbLKh_mqMvhZAsSm2ITmXmzJluMARaVM_joW3oDUxl2x9sMOWbX5bpjrugbAt/s1600/DSC_8977-21-Edit.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s8a76PWwRHZZD1oRAa0PZfbAgnLeAVYd_vRheQNDfven-LlLc6LRd0YErg4JnYZiesxaqAJMbLKh_mqMvhZAsSm2ITmXmzJluMARaVM_joW3oDUxl2x9sMOWbX5bpjrugbAt/s400/DSC_8977-21-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557453155763732274" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s8a76PWwRHZZD1oRAa0PZfbAgnLeAVYd_vRheQNDfven-LlLc6LRd0YErg4JnYZiesxaqAJMbLKh_mqMvhZAsSm2ITmXmzJluMARaVM_joW3oDUxl2x9sMOWbX5bpjrugbAt/s1600/DSC_8977-21-Edit.jpg"></a>first. bigH's holding your left hand. and your right hand? daddy. your sister? didn't want any part of this photographic moment. shocker. </div><div><br /></div><div>this sweater? mommy's friend kelly. the hat? mine from when i was little. your nana and papa are going to flip their lid when they see this.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr000zjTDgL6NH-qWW7wDoTFZUgXoUwDGxdnOZL6uaScIK7wMv0Tv0_vOkryVvn6bE9RQQWElR3dNE1v6ZbfeKehiOrCr8660svroGDk_hedFGzop6OqaSji7IFIm4V-4Qo-vF/s1600/DSC_8720-227.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr000zjTDgL6NH-qWW7wDoTFZUgXoUwDGxdnOZL6uaScIK7wMv0Tv0_vOkryVvn6bE9RQQWElR3dNE1v6ZbfeKehiOrCr8660svroGDk_hedFGzop6OqaSji7IFIm4V-4Qo-vF/s400/DSC_8720-227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557453152060018002" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr000zjTDgL6NH-qWW7wDoTFZUgXoUwDGxdnOZL6uaScIK7wMv0Tv0_vOkryVvn6bE9RQQWElR3dNE1v6ZbfeKehiOrCr8660svroGDk_hedFGzop6OqaSji7IFIm4V-4Qo-vF/s1600/DSC_8720-227.jpg"></a>your gorgeous smile.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYxzboevnoFKukZNeU9iOb9JCOPS1BhSHXlfm5b3mJlcvuUcIPB1pzGlNBife0L88Hdz_GzN5f8CRV806iijO1rHmSTMYP6p2Xoz_ayVrksszV6bGTl8l2Ls0BKTLq-zLU5bw/s1600/DSC_7954-243-Edit.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYxzboevnoFKukZNeU9iOb9JCOPS1BhSHXlfm5b3mJlcvuUcIPB1pzGlNBife0L88Hdz_GzN5f8CRV806iijO1rHmSTMYP6p2Xoz_ayVrksszV6bGTl8l2Ls0BKTLq-zLU5bw/s400/DSC_7954-243-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557453143287894674" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYxzboevnoFKukZNeU9iOb9JCOPS1BhSHXlfm5b3mJlcvuUcIPB1pzGlNBife0L88Hdz_GzN5f8CRV806iijO1rHmSTMYP6p2Xoz_ayVrksszV6bGTl8l2Ls0BKTLq-zLU5bw/s1600/DSC_7954-243-Edit.jpg"></a>you with your cousins on daddy's side.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXnnfvvbyvAwv5c5KxYY_lr9ZVRoQZu16ydYcwS22HBXV8s-VRMU6LALvYNnfOmxS5zdSUQEYHNPqz0e4SHFJL3pPHkfKEKdSIESWf1xUb8RKtqtxwV9Sy95VJIOK_O1s8y5C/s1600/DSC_8956-90-Edit.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXnnfvvbyvAwv5c5KxYY_lr9ZVRoQZu16ydYcwS22HBXV8s-VRMU6LALvYNnfOmxS5zdSUQEYHNPqz0e4SHFJL3pPHkfKEKdSIESWf1xUb8RKtqtxwV9Sy95VJIOK_O1s8y5C/s400/DSC_8956-90-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451814467283842" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXnnfvvbyvAwv5c5KxYY_lr9ZVRoQZu16ydYcwS22HBXV8s-VRMU6LALvYNnfOmxS5zdSUQEYHNPqz0e4SHFJL3pPHkfKEKdSIESWf1xUb8RKtqtxwV9Sy95VJIOK_O1s8y5C/s1600/DSC_8956-90-Edit.jpg"></a>you with your cousins on my side.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try 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not being as kind to bigH as she should be. and you oblivious to it.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiervfrHWCbEA-4sXWR8FYDwAxWgzQ8eJpsUg-YiYtaU73_u9t_PIoaRSFBr1bcCp-esOPJumc8rxvs5XBAU7hFIMbkHaLWNprBo33XpkkuikMFMNeCbzk2gwsYMZP-T5sWtrMb/s1600/DSC_8859.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiervfrHWCbEA-4sXWR8FYDwAxWgzQ8eJpsUg-YiYtaU73_u9t_PIoaRSFBr1bcCp-esOPJumc8rxvs5XBAU7hFIMbkHaLWNprBo33XpkkuikMFMNeCbzk2gwsYMZP-T5sWtrMb/s400/DSC_8859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557451145258033890" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiervfrHWCbEA-4sXWR8FYDwAxWgzQ8eJpsUg-YiYtaU73_u9t_PIoaRSFBr1bcCp-esOPJumc8rxvs5XBAU7hFIMbkHaLWNprBo33XpkkuikMFMNeCbzk2gwsYMZP-T5sWtrMb/s1600/DSC_8859.JPG"></a>or you just being happy and sweet and your siblings not modeling warm and fuzzy behavior.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZVTHYYbUD0p2I2dwJ4YhCdCtqy9fwtt9xkVfDd0gnkKvE9EEXeef-IAnbFAebQYjV9tE-uVDFeRPzW_Engw1Evse3cF3g_1fHmqZB7f5Rn-Uw4sr6GUC3aj2qX7ciuxJv57s/s1600/DSC_8770.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZVTHYYbUD0p2I2dwJ4YhCdCtqy9fwtt9xkVfDd0gnkKvE9EEXeef-IAnbFAebQYjV9tE-uVDFeRPzW_Engw1Evse3cF3g_1fHmqZB7f5Rn-Uw4sr6GUC3aj2qX7ciuxJv57s/s400/DSC_8770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557450125599312050" /></a></div><div><br 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your daddy. with your thumb in your mouth. of course.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3Z3yZPmpZkk1f6Pen_709UzkbxBCsOybHbfavv1Wzmq3vxPDFe2i3uqiJzWg02QLglYNfhJQLsRUD-EB9b7sg3nCAWpS8jj1TxYYDI4CwyyQvHp1iUPNYbFMkDNq6xBAH0dd/s1600/otoole2010-12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3Z3yZPmpZkk1f6Pen_709UzkbxBCsOybHbfavv1Wzmq3vxPDFe2i3uqiJzWg02QLglYNfhJQLsRUD-EB9b7sg3nCAWpS8jj1TxYYDI4CwyyQvHp1iUPNYbFMkDNq6xBAH0dd/s400/otoole2010-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557448124620180546" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3Z3yZPmpZkk1f6Pen_709UzkbxBCsOybHbfavv1Wzmq3vxPDFe2i3uqiJzWg02QLglYNfhJQLsRUD-EB9b7sg3nCAWpS8jj1TxYYDI4CwyyQvHp1iUPNYbFMkDNq6xBAH0dd/s1600/otoole2010-12.jpg"></a>couldn't not post a picture of your huge spit up. not rare.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistpUTBzbvTHYiGFlc42mqwH7ahrnv2MhpW4in41rgF0LB89oy2vNK9BnuWieaVkw0WPGftmezjTNREoS0hxCPs0NWVDJnHEkNPzoLrSeHrdIwUsTeUfERh-ruwmUEcqXtUER1/s1600/otoole2010-11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistpUTBzbvTHYiGFlc42mqwH7ahrnv2MhpW4in41rgF0LB89oy2vNK9BnuWieaVkw0WPGftmezjTNREoS0hxCPs0NWVDJnHEkNPzoLrSeHrdIwUsTeUfERh-ruwmUEcqXtUER1/s400/otoole2010-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557447960094754146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistpUTBzbvTHYiGFlc42mqwH7ahrnv2MhpW4in41rgF0LB89oy2vNK9BnuWieaVkw0WPGftmezjTNREoS0hxCPs0NWVDJnHEkNPzoLrSeHrdIwUsTeUfERh-ruwmUEcqXtUER1/s1600/otoole2010-11.jpg"></a>have i mentioned how much your brother loves you? no? trust me...you'll learn soon enough. head over heels.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA46ESGPvdbVr2J4BQ0GNkbOK_uBp0-ySfeYWf1syxcColhiRoNiwb_VQjBv1VCZUL8kfbasW3fg0BdSp7QkNdF6Pu-9ZA-qrBbJV5f5RDBlEAfSGRk4NYco8q4nOGY5wnZaX0/s1600/otoole2010-10.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA46ESGPvdbVr2J4BQ0GNkbOK_uBp0-ySfeYWf1syxcColhiRoNiwb_VQjBv1VCZUL8kfbasW3fg0BdSp7QkNdF6Pu-9ZA-qrBbJV5f5RDBlEAfSGRk4NYco8q4nOGY5wnZaX0/s400/otoole2010-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557447774433276290" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA46ESGPvdbVr2J4BQ0GNkbOK_uBp0-ySfeYWf1syxcColhiRoNiwb_VQjBv1VCZUL8kfbasW3fg0BdSp7QkNdF6Pu-9ZA-qrBbJV5f5RDBlEAfSGRk4NYco8q4nOGY5wnZaX0/s1600/otoole2010-10.jpg"></a>oh, those cheeks.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHnPTD4CU5SR8ejUZiXdYQJIabbbQVi8sLdyz8iaR6BMTxwwMmgl0548KV9fTqhihNYbpnk36Igt62ncOr1KPibAsk01lFeN8mNDrxnKjw6rCmJy9M876D-I7NZ2DhGEpsn6c/s1600/otoole2010-8.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHnPTD4CU5SR8ejUZiXdYQJIabbbQVi8sLdyz8iaR6BMTxwwMmgl0548KV9fTqhihNYbpnk36Igt62ncOr1KPibAsk01lFeN8mNDrxnKjw6rCmJy9M876D-I7NZ2DhGEpsn6c/s400/otoole2010-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557447600381708482" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHnPTD4CU5SR8ejUZiXdYQJIabbbQVi8sLdyz8iaR6BMTxwwMmgl0548KV9fTqhihNYbpnk36Igt62ncOr1KPibAsk01lFeN8mNDrxnKjw6rCmJy9M876D-I7NZ2DhGEpsn6c/s1600/otoole2010-8.jpg"></a>again with bigH.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzjJ0_oIA1SKTqhOU_0tMR3OEGbCK3VdZTloVEM6vPtQi4yO0ktfC6B6m7kAutnYInXXkqH5N2_J_vJkS60G_MlCUJKVGCTclL9nR6yOhrUDqzOUOc5hQakQVt18xrMTktsGv/s1600/otoole2010-4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzjJ0_oIA1SKTqhOU_0tMR3OEGbCK3VdZTloVEM6vPtQi4yO0ktfC6B6m7kAutnYInXXkqH5N2_J_vJkS60G_MlCUJKVGCTclL9nR6yOhrUDqzOUOc5hQakQVt18xrMTktsGv/s400/otoole2010-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557447387095899522" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzjJ0_oIA1SKTqhOU_0tMR3OEGbCK3VdZTloVEM6vPtQi4yO0ktfC6B6m7kAutnYInXXkqH5N2_J_vJkS60G_MlCUJKVGCTclL9nR6yOhrUDqzOUOc5hQakQVt18xrMTktsGv/s1600/otoole2010-4.jpg"></a>do i need to keep saying it?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPjXCUHBkHl5Aoyal7jpoIdx2fwE1_5O-OQpQu3x1-1yq_M4t0kg8rlWnvalScjt_siEldnrvmeIDZJbjXFT43q8vbdWBGEa6qb0oFy_ESGmrAmIJ6OJsFGCkZ12BKrDbWStf/s1600/otoole2010-3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPjXCUHBkHl5Aoyal7jpoIdx2fwE1_5O-OQpQu3x1-1yq_M4t0kg8rlWnvalScjt_siEldnrvmeIDZJbjXFT43q8vbdWBGEa6qb0oFy_ESGmrAmIJ6OJsFGCkZ12BKrDbWStf/s400/otoole2010-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557447164483090450" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>love. you.</div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-17411001618005719062010-11-04T23:00:00.002-07:002010-11-04T23:00:01.923-07:00goo<i>(preface: no idea why the spacing is off. it's driving me nuts. but i can't fix it. ugh.)</i><br /><br /><div>goo. you turned for back in july. but we had *several* things going on back in july. well, really just one. one little 7#4 thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>we had your birthday party at the neighborhood pool. we had pizza. all of your little friends came. we gave huge backyard bounce balls for party favors.</div><div><br /></div><div>ten days later, you got a sister. and you decided you need to speak up for yourself and start having opinions.</div><div><br /></div><div>sigh.</div><ul><li>you only want to wear pink and purple, preferably sparkly.</li><li>want to wear the same thing everyday.</li><li>you want to wear a tank top and skirt. and they never NEVER match. this has been a tough pill for me to swallow.</li><li>you won't wear pants.</li><li>you like to wear leggings as pants. with a shirt but not with a dress or skirt on top. i've had to put my foot down on that one.</li><li>you like to wear character socks. even with your purple patent mary janes.</li><li>you love polly pockets.</li><li>you love my little ponies.</li><li>you love to play with my iphone and are amazingly good at navigating your way through it.</li><li>don't like to have hair brushed. at all. and i wish i could brush your hair. every. day. you have beautiful hair. beautiful color. curly but not too curly.</li><li>you are a world-class fit pitcher. i won't elaborate.</li><li>won't wear something just because you're supposed to. for example, when you had a hoedown at school, you refused to wear anything cowboy. no cowboys boots, no cowboy hats, no denim.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you wear a size 6 in clothes, and a size 11 or 12 shoe.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">people always think you're much older than you are because you are very tall. dad and i aren't sure where that came from.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you want to be three so you can go back to your old preschool class.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you had a VERY HARD transition going back to school. even though this is your third year at the same school.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you had a VERY HARD transition going back to church. we didn't go a whole lot this summer because of various reasons. but you had a really tough time getting back in the routine.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you always have hair in your face. you look like cousin it all the time. and even when i put a bow in or ponytails, you end the day with hair in your face.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you like the show timmy time. and fresh beat band. and doodle bops.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you like to play tag but get mad if you're tagged.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you play hide and seek but tell us where you're going to hide.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you love your brother but get very frustrated with him. but you LOVE him. you want to be just like him. and do everything with him. you guys bicker a lot right now, but daddy and i are working on that.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you love EK, and you have a voice that only gets used when you're with her. it's very high pitched, and all you say is, "uh huh. hi EK. yeah. you're so cute. uh huh. yeah."</span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">you love to say toesies.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">"muh" (pink blanket) still remains your very best friend. really, she's the only one who understands you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">there are three types of stories you want daddy to tell you at night: princess, "buh-yuh-reena" (ballerina), or school.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you love to draw and color (cuh-yer). </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you called crayons crare-runs.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you like cereal and milk for breakfast. that's about all you'll eat for breakfast. sometimes a poptart. and donuts.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you love "shower food." pickles, cherry tomatoes, mini corns, pepperoni, crackers, any and all fruit.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you always want to get me a donut when you go with daddy and bigH. you want to get me a "hot one." (heart one. forever, daddy thought you meant krispy kreme.)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you always want to do things "tomorrow." wear that tomorrow. have tickle day tomorrow. have your birthday tomorrow.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">when you like things, you say, "oh i YUB it." and you say "uh YOT" for a lot.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you say things that don't make sense or go together. "mom, if i don't put that paper in my bag, i'm not going to be able to have ariel in the bathtub." so i say, "huh?" to you a lot.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you always compliment me on my jewelry.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you are a champion dilly-dallier.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you have gorgeous eyes.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">i love to snuggle with you on the couch under the blanket when we watch something together.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">your friends are claire, georgia, ashlyn, ella, and seth.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">i love to watch you tip toe. it is freaking hysterical.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you are very shy when we have people over. almost to the point of being rude. but it really is just you being shy.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you love band-aids with every ounce of your being. in fact, sometimes you get up in the middle of the night, sneak into the bathroom, put on several, and go back to sleep. i wake up in the morning to band-aid wrappers all over the floor.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you love fruits and vegetables. you love trees (broccoli), asparagus, carrots, corn, tomatoes, blueberries, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, apples, nectarines, grapes, cucumbers, bell peppers.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you don't dress up like a princess as much anymore, which makes me sad. now, you just change your clothes multiple times a day, which makes me more sad. and not because you love fashion.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; ">when dad and i talk about you and how unique you are, we always just look at each other and say, "goo..."</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; ">often when you are pitching a fit or are about to, i ask you to go to your room to find your happy place/face. then, you come out minutes later saying, "ok, well that's over. i have my happy face on." by that time i've had a drink.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; ">you like to sit in the back seat with bigH on fridays as something fun. and you always say before you ask if you can sit back there, "mom, i PROMISE i'll be kind to him." clearly, you've heard me ask that a time or two.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you love sweets.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you are always the one to pray before meal time. "dear jesus. thank you for this food. and let us all not get ouchies on our little toes with blood."</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">you're an amazing little girl. very bright. and you march to the beat of your own little drum. and God is teaching me that that will be a beautiful character trait later on. and i'm trusting Him on that. this year has been a trying time for you and me. but i pray everyday for so many things for you. for your precious spirit -- that i wouldn't crush it but rather encourage it. for your heart -- that you would truly learn kindness. for your spouse -- that he can keep up with you. for your friendships. for your words -- that you would honor Him in all you do and say. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; ">you are a piece of work. but i wouldn't have it any other way. you have given me so many grey hairs. but they are there for a reason. you are testing all of my mothering/parenting skills. but i appreciate you for it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; ">goo, i love you so much. you have blessed our life SO MUCH. i love that we're pals. i love that i'm starting to figure you out. it's taken me a while. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSi-tKsForn1a3INlDdkdrHhKVs6i7UQgSqPAO3DQ90DR2tgWt9dIkZedGY0mCSw7XlZkQCuBM9G0KaP3stVZCwoDfy4y_qokvUTxnSRSRyLZCXgmTbRWdRH1uofRV1tMjK2D/s1600/103010-35+blog.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSi-tKsForn1a3INlDdkdrHhKVs6i7UQgSqPAO3DQ90DR2tgWt9dIkZedGY0mCSw7XlZkQCuBM9G0KaP3stVZCwoDfy4y_qokvUTxnSRSRyLZCXgmTbRWdRH1uofRV1tMjK2D/s400/103010-35+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535550557533001042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSi-tKsForn1a3INlDdkdrHhKVs6i7UQgSqPAO3DQ90DR2tgWt9dIkZedGY0mCSw7XlZkQCuBM9G0KaP3stVZCwoDfy4y_qokvUTxnSRSRyLZCXgmTbRWdRH1uofRV1tMjK2D/s1600/103010-35+blog.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZQfOPoMNovbdOPLEPxk7t_iOb7jNLZqFVvzJaaDgXRIfiX5T1WimuHC7WZTPHzy5CR0lQbet-nTgplnXsCqb6rn5Ty-m0DFWfEJu9IaDuMQTDZO13uxFjuQ1mFcMrDGYIelK/s1600/103010-28.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZQfOPoMNovbdOPLEPxk7t_iOb7jNLZqFVvzJaaDgXRIfiX5T1WimuHC7WZTPHzy5CR0lQbet-nTgplnXsCqb6rn5Ty-m0DFWfEJu9IaDuMQTDZO13uxFjuQ1mFcMrDGYIelK/s400/103010-28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535551273541112658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjvUugUkIFnHzw3EZ-L3iQb68cMGpbeQ6Lu1delwbbLpIpANs-5OAF2R9Ouci10Rea3F-ukZd-8labrDuahkOVyZVF0m_ChFmRpbAGOFhQzoCXOSKlix7MqIc0lUQyIE6ehBI/s1600/103010-4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjvUugUkIFnHzw3EZ-L3iQb68cMGpbeQ6Lu1delwbbLpIpANs-5OAF2R9Ouci10Rea3F-ukZd-8labrDuahkOVyZVF0m_ChFmRpbAGOFhQzoCXOSKlix7MqIc0lUQyIE6ehBI/s400/103010-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535550551396293714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLTViWKl-GAh4YtworYR1ZKizMLmpSzp9JfobwoWKuX3qA3ibRc950OPaoWwEwvXjJGrrXGWkl0TLhld8TnK3Lp0rzx1qQBwi9z1J-FdRbVQym-OpPOgssnCocDGaXMb2C8Ez/s1600/103010-3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLTViWKl-GAh4YtworYR1ZKizMLmpSzp9JfobwoWKuX3qA3ibRc950OPaoWwEwvXjJGrrXGWkl0TLhld8TnK3Lp0rzx1qQBwi9z1J-FdRbVQym-OpPOgssnCocDGaXMb2C8Ez/s400/103010-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535550546167433250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span></span></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-27377994397733941612010-11-04T23:00:00.001-07:002010-11-04T23:00:05.615-07:00seven.<div>not sure where to begin. can't believe today is here. sad. happy. overwhelmed. proud. </div><div><br /></div><div>you're seven.</div><div><br /></div><div>you're in first grade.</div><div><br /></div><div>you are a complete RAY. OF. SUNSHINE. all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>everyone who knows you, loves you.</div><div><br /></div><div>tonight we had your birthday party. your lego birthday party. lego cupcakes. lego candy. lego remote control car race. lego building. lego bingo. and a trip to the lego store.</div><div><br /></div><div>there are things i don't want to forget about you right now:</div><div><blockquote></blockquote><ul><li>for some reason, you have acquired a boston accent.</li><li>you love anakin skywalker.</li><li>your donut order at the (what i think is the gross) blue donut store is: one kolache not heated, one little sprinkle donut, one blue donut, and some blue donut holes.</li><li>you don't like chick-fil-a anymore. which is insane.</li><li>you are trying to learn how to tie your shoes. you can do the rabbit ears, but not the loop.</li><li>you like to say "dude."</li><li>you like to say "mom, you're going to freak out..."</li><li>you tried spaghettios for the first time and liked them.</li><li>you tried lasagna and liked it.</li><li>you tried steak and pork tenderloin and liked them.</li><li>you like to try to write your name in cursive.</li><li>you know how to search on YouTube.</li><li>you sleep with a lamp on.</li><li>you love playing star wars on dad's playstation3.</li><li>you know how to do more things electronically than nana.</li><li>you know how to work the remote.</li><li>you love wearing superhero jammies.</li><li>you make your bed in the morning. not great. but you do it.</li><li>you talk in your sleep. mostly about star wars.</li><li>you like to sing, "everybody dance now" and "who let the dogs out."</li><li>you like to watch fresh beat band, and dad and i DETEST that show and are very surprised you actually like it.</li><li>you are incredibly sweet to goo, even though she's horrible to you sometimes.</li><li>your favorite foods are: chocolate chip eggos, happy meals (especially when it features a new toy), mcdonalds for lunch, chipotle (even though you only get rice and cheese, and you like to order the cheese on the side so it doesn't melt), pasta with parmesan cheese, rice, chicken, mexican rice, fish sticks, popsicles</li><li>your favorite superheroes are: batman, ironman, spiderman.</li><li>your favorite dessert: hershey bar.</li><li>your favorite drink: blue coconut slush from sonic.</li><li>your favorite restaurants: chipotle, freebirds, mcdonalds.</li><li>you love going to church.</li><li>you never meet a stranger.</li><li>you love going to school. </li><li>you can build legos faster than any other males in our family.</li><li>your favorite show: hero factory (for the record, i HATE hero factory). you also still like backyardigans</li><li>you'll watch any show with goo just to be with her. but you'd never admit it.</li><li>you love cheering for the baylor bears, ou sooners, and the green bay packers.</li><li>you've only lost one bottom front tooth.</li><li>you wear a size 7 in clothes, and a size 1 in shoes.</li><li>you only wear button shirts to church or for a special occasion (i.e. i tell you to). :) you wear pants and a short-sleeve t-shirt everyday.</li><li>you wear super hero socks.</li><li>you have really great hair. people always comment on it.</li><li>you wear the same shoes everyday. except on sunday, when you wear your church shoes.</li><li>your friends love having you over, and your friends' parents love having you over. your kindergarten teacher (mrs. b) LOVED you and you guys still say hi to each other in the halls.</li><li>you love going to get coffee and donuts with dad on saturday mornings.</li><li>you are madly in love with EK. you constantly touch her face. she doesn't love this, but you don't care. you can't help it.</li><li>you still sometimes get in our bed and snuggle with me when dad's gone. i'm going to miss the day when you don't snuggle.</li><li>you give great hugs.</li><li>you still love to be tucked in.</li><li>you have more legos than anyone we know.</li><li>you love to sing in the car.</li><li>you sit in the back of the van now that EK is here. it makes me sad because i don't get to talk to you as much because you're so "far away."</li><li>you still hold my hand when we cross the street. i'll miss the day when you don't do that.</li><li>you rarely disobey. i say that with so much confidence because the one thing i say about you more than anything else is "he's just a great kid."</li><li>daddy is your best friend.</li><li>when you get "into" something, you learn everything about it. star wars, legos, superheroes, etc.</li><li>you've gotten smiley faces on your behavior chart EVERYDAY since school started.</li><li>you joined the running club at school this year.</li><li>i've missed you since EK got here. i don't walk you to school anymore. daddy does. :(</li><li>you are a reading maniac.</li><li>you are a writing maniac.</li><li>you are fascinated by math.</li><li>you fall asleep in a matter of 3.7 seconds after your head hits the pillow. granted, it takes you hours for your head to actually hit the pillow.</li><li>you help goo with her seatbelt. she hates that she needs help. but you do it everytime.</li><li>you love to help. period.</li><li>you entered this world at 6:39 in the morning. i think that's actually the latest you've ever woken up since then.</li><li>you JUMP out of bed with a smile on your face and a song out of your mouth.</li><li>if i ever ask you a favor, you ALWAYS say, "sure." but it sounds like "souer."</li></ul><div>big h, i am madly in love with you. you are a JOY to be around. you are so agreeable. you love to help. i am honored to be your mommy. i pray daily that you'll come to know Jesus soon. i pray for your wife. i pray for your education. i pray for your current friends and teachers and future friends and teachers. i pray for your relationship with goo. i pray for your relationship with EK. i pray for your relationship with daddy. and i pray for your relationship with me.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>i love you, buddy. more than you will ever know.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZ8zp25swWmhHf8BNW0w-1Tj2xe4KeleogKljSGdxszWEcdtQJtki1MdxXjIS2LyhLsuPHaywC9rNZohT8qGoq1odYhHEts-MedURTUmD_FP0L9FlXYapFduoSOjCdE1BT4Ks/s1600/103010-31.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZ8zp25swWmhHf8BNW0w-1Tj2xe4KeleogKljSGdxszWEcdtQJtki1MdxXjIS2LyhLsuPHaywC9rNZohT8qGoq1odYhHEts-MedURTUmD_FP0L9FlXYapFduoSOjCdE1BT4Ks/s400/103010-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535542991428572866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbo9BgZPGRaE65nSBhigfWpAHUPpGzmCy_S0AMOwB9P0wIpnkDbjW5dOl6xhaJQ_R7x4KyketH7gPb80GS4Gfs3KQU9IjVITM-paZ33e_Q9z9OsxRyFTo5fd-8mns1GiOv2Ug/s1600/103010-27.jpg"><img 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regular/normal nursing hold. hallelujah!</li><li>still not a good nurser. and i get so frustrated/sad. we keep going/talking to the lactation nurse. most days i tell myself, "i'm SO done. so over this constant working at it. constantly worrying about what you're getting. screw it. i'm throwing in the towel." and then you go and have a good feeding, and it confuses me SO MUCH.</li><li>don't like to nurse alert. would rather nurse sleepy.</li><li>don't like to nap. granted, you don't have a lot of opportunities to do so. we're either taking your siblings to school or picking them up.</li><li>sleep good at night. as in i feed you and put you to bed between 730-830, and i usually have to wake you up to take goo to school. at 845. rock freaking star.</li><li>chubby. you have rubberband arms and legs. they are delicious.</li><li>you have no hair. you probably won't until you turn three if you're like your sister.</li><li>your brother and sister can NOT stop touching you.</li><li>you smile when you're finished nursing. it's a fabulous smile.</li><li>you still love to be swaddled when you sleep.</li><li>can now recognize daddy and me.</li><li>you smile ENORMOUS smiles.</li><li>you like to shake-uh-shake-uh in the bathtub.</li><li>you like the activity mat, with the musical light star.</li><li>you're drooling a ton. lactation nurse and pediatrician believe it's teething. again with the overachieving. they also feel like that may be part of your nursing problem.</li><li>you like to suck your thumb. you'd love to get your whole fist in there if you could.</li><li>you do NOT like your car seat. have i mentioned that before?</li><li>your fingers and toes are ALWAYS freezing cold.</li><li>you like to bang your jaw right into dad's jaw right before he hands you over to me...just to make him feel bad.</li><li>you like to sit in your pink bouncy while dad or i are making dinner. and you like to listen to itunes while sitting there.</li><li>you love your changing table.</li><li>when you smile, you are ALL GUMS.</li><li>you wear a size 3 diaper.</li><li>you wear 3-6 month clothes.</li><li>as of the end of october, you weighed 14#8. chubby.</li><li>dad loves zipper jammies. they're easy for him at night. though, you don't get up at night anymore.</li><li>you have a great smile.</li><li>you love your moby wrap</li><li>you used to like to nurse on the right side more than the left. (the left side comes out a lot faster.) but now, i literally cross my fingers and pray that you'll eat well without starting to breathe fast, choke, get frustrated, and stop.</li><li>we've seen the lactation nurse a lot. some days, i feel comfortable with your eating. other days...not so much.</li><li>you are spitting up less these days.</li><li>you like to go on walks in a stroller with us after dinner.</li><li>you love being in the towel after your bath but do NOT like getting out of your towel and into your jammies.</li><li>because you're alert a lot more these days, you cry a lot more. you're like your brother in that you don't really have a content state. you are either eating (which i'm constantly praying about), sleeping, or crying. or smiling on your changing table. :)</li></ul><div>we love you so much. bigH and goo are starting to really interact with you more. and i love watching that. not that we want to wish this stage away, but life would get a lot easier if you'd start eating better. because you'd be happier, daddy would be more content, bigH and goo would enjoy you more. and i? would love it!</div><div><br /></div><div>ek, you're the best!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQk-9vfX4755vae7VOVgwbN8nS7lG2xG7_dLggUMomGdeH9PDAvZEBbG6TJJFK4ZzEdIEU9vBmC22L0zXNsvbcuH_6mrkV6lBm75GOYCWaO0ovPVjtAo9G0vQC_KLG0Bq7FrC/s1600/DSC_4455.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQk-9vfX4755vae7VOVgwbN8nS7lG2xG7_dLggUMomGdeH9PDAvZEBbG6TJJFK4ZzEdIEU9vBmC22L0zXNsvbcuH_6mrkV6lBm75GOYCWaO0ovPVjtAo9G0vQC_KLG0Bq7FrC/s400/DSC_4455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535904270886200002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQk-9vfX4755vae7VOVgwbN8nS7lG2xG7_dLggUMomGdeH9PDAvZEBbG6TJJFK4ZzEdIEU9vBmC22L0zXNsvbcuH_6mrkV6lBm75GOYCWaO0ovPVjtAo9G0vQC_KLG0Bq7FrC/s1600/DSC_4455.JPG"></a>you meeting your uncle (my brother) for the first time. clearly, you were thrilled.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXMqBOSCKEsNDKxYMHCYhc-7nR9GXlUltAbbde3pvVKib-7Cpoq0bdy6KhTgBYDVD-1dfuIWNVuFCQLGXq7Jyb7wn8xElmIvBFDqegNVxqow7i2I8CTR5jS8M-EOwRqWwNB6L/s1600/103010-24.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXMqBOSCKEsNDKxYMHCYhc-7nR9GXlUltAbbde3pvVKib-7Cpoq0bdy6KhTgBYDVD-1dfuIWNVuFCQLGXq7Jyb7wn8xElmIvBFDqegNVxqow7i2I8CTR5jS8M-EOwRqWwNB6L/s400/103010-24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535904258761390274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYqB-o3r8zRVeVNVNkfcocYnmh-CdGMJauFpfjQiFAk5j3lrTrCCOfJsWrO4GMmC-lXNYH38YF_VroZXZK7S4wPK17mDb-Boc8HpQ2eo_WKXoAnwRj39MhccJiuDN1sH9PWCE/s1600/DSC_5089.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYqB-o3r8zRVeVNVNkfcocYnmh-CdGMJauFpfjQiFAk5j3lrTrCCOfJsWrO4GMmC-lXNYH38YF_VroZXZK7S4wPK17mDb-Boc8HpQ2eo_WKXoAnwRj39MhccJiuDN1sH9PWCE/s400/DSC_5089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535897972588519506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>the moby wrap. i know it LOOKS like you can't breathe, but i PROMISE. you LOVE it.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehJmBCdqYwZitUhF9LduJSk7q9tsKQOa_pLqc0tcCNq0fECcOnFZx9NbEpnGVHlp-izQZCYCGmim_KBYFZdMuFqFuCT45RiIUMg7-UMSYWpfztlk5ysK2e13ZjXyilYQHOHQv/s1600/DSC_5307-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehJmBCdqYwZitUhF9LduJSk7q9tsKQOa_pLqc0tcCNq0fECcOnFZx9NbEpnGVHlp-izQZCYCGmim_KBYFZdMuFqFuCT45RiIUMg7-UMSYWpfztlk5ysK2e13ZjXyilYQHOHQv/s400/DSC_5307-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535904266593350306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>you. are. breathtaking.</div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-60058258424965604292010-10-09T19:49:00.000-07:002010-10-12T14:16:19.479-07:00two months<div>seriously? two months?</div><div><br /></div><div>(sadly enough...as i'm writing this, you're already two and a half months. because september 30 kind of came and went. bless my heart.)</div><div><br /></div><div>we love you, EK. what a blessing you are to our family. month two has been MUCH MORE of a challenge. but we are starting to figure you and life with you out. kind of.</div><div><br /></div><div>bullet points from month two.</div><div><ul><li>mama had a root canal and a crown put on. good times. except no. not really at all.</li><li>you and i took a road trip with nana to photograph a dear friend's birth. you do NOT like your carseat. a five hour road trip takes a lot longer with a baby who does NOT like her carseat.</li><li>you did awesome during our little mini vacation. slept well. even took a bottle twice.</li><li>did i mention how much you DON'T like your carseat?</li><li>week 5 changed life for all of us. you started having a tough time nursing, which made mom sad. you too. but mom is committed. you are our the last baby in our little family, so i want to stick with it.</li><li>we saw a lactation nurse together. she said you're doing great. gaining weight. having lots of wet and dirty diapers. and, of course, you nursed great at her office. show off. sigh.</li><li>nursing is still a challenge. but when you do it well, you do it REALLY WELL. and i couldn't be happier.</li><li>you've actually gotten some form of schedule. which makes us happy, especially daddy. daddy LOVES a schedule. you usually eat around 915 (after goo has been dropped off at school). then, you and i watch the today show and hoda and kathie lee. you lay on your back and coo and smile. which is new. and i LOVE it. then, i put you down for a nap. you don't nap so well yet, but we'll work on it. then i feed you around noonish. then, about 145, we get in the car to go get goo. then, we pick up bigH at 245. we head home, and i feed you in the living room while bigH and goo have room time. then, your nighttime is where things get a little tricky. if we're home, you do ok until about 530-ish. we like to eat between 530 and 6, so this is hard. we're not ready to put you down at 6 or 630, so we usually just hold you and love on you. and then when your brother and sister are in the bath, we put you in your little (actually HUGE) bathtub. and you freak out for about two seconds. and then it's obvious how much you love it. ahhh. then, i get you out of the bath while daddy bathes the other two. you hate getting out, and you cry a LOT. we get your jammies on, head back into my room, and you eat and get very relaxed. once you're finished with both sides, i lay you on the blanket with blue stars (that i got at my shower) and swaddle you as tight as possible and carry you to your room. it takes you a long time to eat, so i am usually carrying you back around 730 or 8. and then...you sleep for a long time. sometimes until 2 or 3. other times until 5-ish. and your "night" feeding is the best one. daddy goes to get you and changes your diaper and brings you to me. no one is awake but you and me. it's quiet and dark. and i wouldn't change a thing. you eat so well. so peacefully. no distractions. no interruptions. just you and me. you only eat one side, and swaddle you back up and take you to your room. and when my head hits the pillow, that's the best sleep i get. ahhh. then you wake back up for the day around 8. have i mentioned how much we love that you are sort of on a schedule? sadly enough, you don't get many planned naps in your bed because we are in the car going to get your siblings from things.</li><li>your toes are always freezing, but socks don't stay on. so i always put them in the crook of my elbow, and i say, "brrr...cold toes." i'm weird. and you're stuck with me. and so are the other two.</li><li>your BMs make me so happy. not just because i know it means you're healthy. but the smell and consistency is so intriguing. i know. i'm strange.</li><li>your brother and sister are madly in love with you. goo has this EK voice that she only uses when she talks to you. and it's so high pitched. and she just repeats, "yeah. hi EK. yeah. uh huh. hi. uh huh." it's so funny. and they LOVE to get RIGHT IN YOUR FACE. not sure how much you love that. but just know that they love you.</li><li>you like to be held up on our shoulder. not cradled. i repeat NOT CRADLED.</li><li>you spit up a LOT. seriously. a LOT. sometimes it's fresh from the feeding. sometimes it's, well, not so fresh. but i refuse to admit that you have reflux. bigH got diagnosed with reflux when he was five weeks old. i'm probably in denial.</li><li>you've definitely "woken up." and you cry a lot more than you did in your first month. sometimes it seems like you can't get comfortable. we're waiting for that magic time. you know the one. no? it'll come. surely, it'll come.</li><li>you're gassy. but mylicon doesn't really do the trick.</li><li>the FIRST (and sometmes only) thing people comment on is your cheeks. you have DELICIOUS cheeks that are enormous.</li><li>you really like jack johnson. i've noticed that when we're together, just you and me, you calm down when you hear his music. (secret: so do i.) and actually, you like music. period. you love to be in your music with my iphone next to you on shuffle.</li><li>you get really mad if you come out of your swaddle.</li><li>mom has basically given up caffeine for a while. it seems like you don't like it very much. and so...for you, my dear. i still cheat once in a while. but we're talking a DP once a week, if that. that is HUGE, ek.</li><li>bigH wants to add "she's a sleepy head. and she's cute. that's an easy one."</li><li>goo wants to add "she cries to talk. that's how babies talk. she's just talking."</li><li>and daddy and i want to add "we love the heck out of you. thanks for completing our family."</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWWwS7bmJk28SBKDP5xzcp9hw3AMybMIevTWUB_imfbBRyC_b_Bwp_JUDVdmtkVuhcbO2dWDdmZKcQkqoHA0FXVJrtqKmm2XKjl4FioN5Hqc0ThORlOAyBm-495DWkE4Y1Xpp/s1600/IMG_3210.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kiQhGnxSt7BzYVr4S7-8Bef9azBDNRwbJNf-g1t-cOQ0c-LtQq-Y_T6Z9sh5qL-xU6xnlEeQXI7xk_053LJQN2-6-DMqSD-fqrwJK7uTXRPELkKjYmk1moK9fMah7An7YI1G/s400/IMG_3199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526252272876161714" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kiQhGnxSt7BzYVr4S7-8Bef9azBDNRwbJNf-g1t-cOQ0c-LtQq-Y_T6Z9sh5qL-xU6xnlEeQXI7xk_053LJQN2-6-DMqSD-fqrwJK7uTXRPELkKjYmk1moK9fMah7An7YI1G/s1600/IMG_3199.JPG"></a>boomer sooner. this is what you wore on OU/tu game day. and OU won. this is why you're smiling.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginAxJxn0Fwmi3SE3UqJ3E4XcQc5DEfk_W6se_FgTR5107kVNeiyTBrUTRWKZ0T9UXLU1J5BD3He0r1ReyeRIMmgeksOdYWX7bkqR1SYjhI0k4cz-RvnDVi5xA3ERXf-TJHgA3/s1600/IMG_3193.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginAxJxn0Fwmi3SE3UqJ3E4XcQc5DEfk_W6se_FgTR5107kVNeiyTBrUTRWKZ0T9UXLU1J5BD3He0r1ReyeRIMmgeksOdYWX7bkqR1SYjhI0k4cz-RvnDVi5xA3ERXf-TJHgA3/s400/IMG_3193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526252266343448146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginAxJxn0Fwmi3SE3UqJ3E4XcQc5DEfk_W6se_FgTR5107kVNeiyTBrUTRWKZ0T9UXLU1J5BD3He0r1ReyeRIMmgeksOdYWX7bkqR1SYjhI0k4cz-RvnDVi5xA3ERXf-TJHgA3/s1600/IMG_3193.jpg"></a>this is how you sleep. just like your brother. cannot get enough of it. see the cheeks? delicious.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4iQrtkO9AGleztj_T-JH7qHmsVxfWs1zMBE1kVL6foZsF6qblVJHGDbODn4oiXJIRj6Mz_96R2dHCXFL3PXxTyAAqQF5X6lciIs2lBppDT5rP2LxVvvynEFcuXnQEVG1tUyO/s1600/IMG_3191.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4iQrtkO9AGleztj_T-JH7qHmsVxfWs1zMBE1kVL6foZsF6qblVJHGDbODn4oiXJIRj6Mz_96R2dHCXFL3PXxTyAAqQF5X6lciIs2lBppDT5rP2LxVvvynEFcuXnQEVG1tUyO/s400/IMG_3191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526252258873463106" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4iQrtkO9AGleztj_T-JH7qHmsVxfWs1zMBE1kVL6foZsF6qblVJHGDbODn4oiXJIRj6Mz_96R2dHCXFL3PXxTyAAqQF5X6lciIs2lBppDT5rP2LxVvvynEFcuXnQEVG1tUyO/s1600/IMG_3191.jpg"></a>when we went to our friend jenny's house. she put a bow on your head. clearly, you weren't in love with the accessory.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms6BCsUzSsXc8_U4d1kW_yfoEOCMs792D8dawTkngQC6_DKmrrR99hBNYTs_mJzgJBgR18t0ku9NJ6M7tDBcD3S2dYh_DBcA2otE6uRnzLL5Tng2Sr9GPO1I0pzBdfsL0NMZQ/s1600/IMG_3181.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms6BCsUzSsXc8_U4d1kW_yfoEOCMs792D8dawTkngQC6_DKmrrR99hBNYTs_mJzgJBgR18t0ku9NJ6M7tDBcD3S2dYh_DBcA2otE6uRnzLL5Tng2Sr9GPO1I0pzBdfsL0NMZQ/s400/IMG_3181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526252251680954562" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms6BCsUzSsXc8_U4d1kW_yfoEOCMs792D8dawTkngQC6_DKmrrR99hBNYTs_mJzgJBgR18t0ku9NJ6M7tDBcD3S2dYh_DBcA2otE6uRnzLL5Tng2Sr9GPO1I0pzBdfsL0NMZQ/s1600/IMG_3181.jpg"></a>on our road trip. you are WAY happy in the mornings.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3r3cNVgDlI2ru374RjLrFAAChHtunVU0-70uUTuiHV0s_T6uzgiNrUhVuucQ09ZyeIRQp44d43eUTgv3Da1d3Gb-mA90P0N5v8ue6xeH-QtdaBF_5Onl_pKQY-_t-Pj979N1u/s1600/IMG_3161.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3r3cNVgDlI2ru374RjLrFAAChHtunVU0-70uUTuiHV0s_T6uzgiNrUhVuucQ09ZyeIRQp44d43eUTgv3Da1d3Gb-mA90P0N5v8ue6xeH-QtdaBF_5Onl_pKQY-_t-Pj979N1u/s400/IMG_3161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526246845353738738" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3r3cNVgDlI2ru374RjLrFAAChHtunVU0-70uUTuiHV0s_T6uzgiNrUhVuucQ09ZyeIRQp44d43eUTgv3Da1d3Gb-mA90P0N5v8ue6xeH-QtdaBF_5Onl_pKQY-_t-Pj979N1u/s1600/IMG_3161.jpg"></a>surprisingly, you are the only wisner who has ever liked the bouncy. this is your "word up" sign. you do this with your hands/fingers all the time.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdMUunqti_PYVvsWNIaj4C5X6MiZyjRZqH3Scx1XG3Jj8w346vTHhPQQ9vNb4fbOcGAIc8ArYBcZMoOl5koo0wdpml3UGUJU3Grd9NpO2Ju_2TswNznO_XN3UqXY76QYhxWZu/s1600/IMG_3145.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdMUunqti_PYVvsWNIaj4C5X6MiZyjRZqH3Scx1XG3Jj8w346vTHhPQQ9vNb4fbOcGAIc8ArYBcZMoOl5koo0wdpml3UGUJU3Grd9NpO2Ju_2TswNznO_XN3UqXY76QYhxWZu/s400/IMG_3145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526246838313850738" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdMUunqti_PYVvsWNIaj4C5X6MiZyjRZqH3Scx1XG3Jj8w346vTHhPQQ9vNb4fbOcGAIc8ArYBcZMoOl5koo0wdpml3UGUJU3Grd9NpO2Ju_2TswNznO_XN3UqXY76QYhxWZu/s1600/IMG_3145.JPG"></a>like i said, i cannot get enough of how you sleep.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1m36-XwCGMR70kJ-JXsKGrR-yup7eD4ntMFW2Z_CKj6hS1RJ_uvH_J-L1PKWY-NyftHih0k0d-WG3TXbd03KRQymP9xvURXAFp8Uo3ltPJEDjt013WlwlOThjvQDjBlwJV-w1/s1600/IMG_3141.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1m36-XwCGMR70kJ-JXsKGrR-yup7eD4ntMFW2Z_CKj6hS1RJ_uvH_J-L1PKWY-NyftHih0k0d-WG3TXbd03KRQymP9xvURXAFp8Uo3ltPJEDjt013WlwlOThjvQDjBlwJV-w1/s400/IMG_3141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526246835251894162" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1m36-XwCGMR70kJ-JXsKGrR-yup7eD4ntMFW2Z_CKj6hS1RJ_uvH_J-L1PKWY-NyftHih0k0d-WG3TXbd03KRQymP9xvURXAFp8Uo3ltPJEDjt013WlwlOThjvQDjBlwJV-w1/s1600/IMG_3141.jpg"></a>mommy's friend heather sent this to you. you rocked out your pink and black. sassy.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sXTg31eRe5MpW1IaQ8SIoXZdvBqB7Bot_j-0TX_yoZXVXa07QkycIIuTJsrb7EO0dgj25X-OplO8lWDT8WgUoFECtnOYDWDwerntgBg_vvSiHu9FqJkem76OMy9jdtVwLyuF/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sXTg31eRe5MpW1IaQ8SIoXZdvBqB7Bot_j-0TX_yoZXVXa07QkycIIuTJsrb7EO0dgj25X-OplO8lWDT8WgUoFECtnOYDWDwerntgBg_vvSiHu9FqJkem76OMy9jdtVwLyuF/s400/IMG_3134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526246822547880434" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sXTg31eRe5MpW1IaQ8SIoXZdvBqB7Bot_j-0TX_yoZXVXa07QkycIIuTJsrb7EO0dgj25X-OplO8lWDT8WgUoFECtnOYDWDwerntgBg_vvSiHu9FqJkem76OMy9jdtVwLyuF/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG"></a>i hardly ever let your brother or sister sleep on me. you? go right ahead. (but you are HOT. see my cheeks? on fire. but i wouldn't trade it for anything.)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnOKRvbO6bjIWN8f2qGZKfZd5DJUoJX0-z1xfG2d4YyZxHBstdlOAIIaiRwh9dZ97GIPkIeZJtM_PV93PnDCaHaBsfiNRN2CJxkGEl3X5slcg1vYPjbOqoAeqnXdTApdOBI49/s1600/IMG_3080.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnOKRvbO6bjIWN8f2qGZKfZd5DJUoJX0-z1xfG2d4YyZxHBstdlOAIIaiRwh9dZ97GIPkIeZJtM_PV93PnDCaHaBsfiNRN2CJxkGEl3X5slcg1vYPjbOqoAeqnXdTApdOBI49/s400/IMG_3080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526246813649053458" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnOKRvbO6bjIWN8f2qGZKfZd5DJUoJX0-z1xfG2d4YyZxHBstdlOAIIaiRwh9dZ97GIPkIeZJtM_PV93PnDCaHaBsfiNRN2CJxkGEl3X5slcg1vYPjbOqoAeqnXdTApdOBI49/s1600/IMG_3080.jpg"></a>the BEST way to spend a sunday afternoon.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEONKv1SjLJAhznRMN69wwJVVQGIOqirsy7bBPC6FDGqP2Sf19UNv1ihvATn8B2hjkga7yqbzTw9gpedO7l9EabNGy1hB5a3hMT_sFXuiPsyKZc183mFJzCXSo5CJSXie_lMj/s1600/DSC_4208-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEONKv1SjLJAhznRMN69wwJVVQGIOqirsy7bBPC6FDGqP2Sf19UNv1ihvATn8B2hjkga7yqbzTw9gpedO7l9EabNGy1hB5a3hMT_sFXuiPsyKZc183mFJzCXSo5CJSXie_lMj/s400/DSC_4208-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526985458195401730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEONKv1SjLJAhznRMN69wwJVVQGIOqirsy7bBPC6FDGqP2Sf19UNv1ihvATn8B2hjkga7yqbzTw9gpedO7l9EabNGy1hB5a3hMT_sFXuiPsyKZc183mFJzCXSo5CJSXie_lMj/s1600/DSC_4208-Edit.jpg"></a>you and your swaddle.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pC_NW3l1fVpnctUpz83bOvfYyBGDksPAjI5doyCZX4fF2U3Y4HCyvHD2MssxonC4fhehZUl7aGD89V6qCmGzqrym6_I97_TNDKPro4vtqUkZ34ic5C5gdkIS_FOyjIo6UeGW/s1600/DSC_4204-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pC_NW3l1fVpnctUpz83bOvfYyBGDksPAjI5doyCZX4fF2U3Y4HCyvHD2MssxonC4fhehZUl7aGD89V6qCmGzqrym6_I97_TNDKPro4vtqUkZ34ic5C5gdkIS_FOyjIo6UeGW/s400/DSC_4204-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526985454382671602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>we are so glad you are part of our family. love you, ek.</div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-5834514971008163452010-09-06T20:36:00.000-07:002010-09-06T20:39:25.590-07:00happy birthday sweet buz...<a href="http://lifewiththewisners.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sweet-buz.html">this</a> is from several years ago. but is still so true. even after THREE KIDS. i love you so much, babe. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">for the record, i would totally date you in the dark.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>http://lifewiththewisners.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sweet-buz.html</div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-65353897201158544612010-09-05T19:12:00.000-07:002010-09-06T20:33:30.223-07:00seriously? one month?i can't believe you are ONE MONTH OLD. you are my little baby. weren't you just born yesterday?<div><br /></div><div>i can't believe we've been home for four weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>life is normal. our <i><b>new</b></i> normal. normal with three kids. bigH, goo, and "the baby." that's you.</div><div><br /></div><div>first of all, EK, you are breathtaking. absolutely beautiful. EVERYONE comments on just how much you look like your daddy. take that as a compliment. your daddy is one handsome man. and your sister looks like your daddy too. which means you're probably going to look a LOT like goo.</div><div><br /></div><div>and let me state for the record...goo is beautiful. big, blue eyes. beautiful wavy hair. and a face to die for.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm not going to lie. being home has been difficult. we've had our share of challenges.</div><div><br /></div><div>in a nutshell:</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>you slept ALL. THE. TIME. when you first got home. and everyone would tell us how wonderful that must be. yeah. no. not when i'm nursing. and you would NEVER wake up. breastfeeding: supply and demand. when you didn't demand anything, there was no supply. and guess what happens when you're less than two weeks old and mom has no supply? mama gets WAY STRESSED. guess what happens when mama gets stressed? more supply issues. i read the bottle of my pain meds, and it said that they may cause drowsiness. so...i proceeded to stop taking those. because i didn't need anything helping you stay asleep.</li><li>mama has a history of "bowel issues," shall we say, after delivery. i've had these issues with all three deliveries. issues that bring daddy and me closer together. closer than we'd prefer. very unpleasant. but 4 weeks out, i'm happy to announce those issues are gone.</li><li>one of the days i was in the hospital, i noticed a rash on my belly. and it covered my ENTIRE belly. from my incision up to my chest. it was a nuisance. kind of itched. but i didn't think too much about it. i asked my nurse about it, and she suggested maybe i put some hydrocortisone on it when i got home. noted. fast forward a couple of days. the day after i decided to stop my pain meds, i noticed the rash again. but this time, it was a bit inflamed. and was starting to itch. that night, in the middle of the night, the rash? was OH MY WORD ITCHING. and so because i'm smart, i SCRATCHED LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. i'll be honest, it felt so incredibly good. ahhhh.... guess what did NOT feel good the next morning? the rash. i could not. stop. itching. and it had gotten so inflamed. and when i nursed (with the nursing pillow), the pillow would touch my rash, and i would literally go over the edge. i couldn't handle it. finally, i called the OBGYN on call that day and asked. she suggested hydrocortisone (go figure) and oral benadryl. remember the part about EK sleeping all the time? guessing benadryl wasn't going to help matters. but it was either that or me admitting myself to the looney bin. that was a sunday. didn't feel better. monday morning, i called and got an appointment. two of my freaking awesome friends took bigH and goo for the day. i still couldn't drive. so i called my dad who took me to my appointment. i'll be honest. i would've rather spent my first day alone with EK NOT at the doctor or pharmacy. my OB prescribed a prescription strength hydrocortisone and told me oral benadryl every FOUR hours, not six. (he also referred to my rash as "impressive" and told his colleague that it was the worst rash he'd ever seen.) remember EK sleeping all the time? i didn't care. i also asked my OB if he could prescribe some anti-anxiety meds. because i was ONE SCRATCH AWAY FROM THE PSYCH WARD. seriously, people, i don't know when i've ever been that uncomfortable. i was a MESS. finally, SIX DAYS LATER, the rash started to go away. and i was a new woman.</li></ul><div>i have some amazing friends. we have gotten random gifts in the mail from friends we haven't heard from in ages. we have gotten cards and emails. everyone seems so excited for us that EK is here.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>something way fun for mama? her best friend kelly came in town for a visit. over my birthday. she came in on wednesday, the 18th. we put her right to work. we had lunch and headed out to buy school shoes. goo is a tough nut to crack these days (to put it mildly), and i dropped kelly and goo off at the shoe store, and goo walked right in with her, holding her hand. <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">no problem. they came out, shoes in hand.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">we had an awesome time having kelly here. there were NEVER dishes in the dishwasher. there were never clothes in the hamper. i always had someone to hang out. goo gave her a run for her money. we drank plenty of dr pepper. we ate plenty of sour patch kids and gummy bears. it was perfection.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">our schedule right now is a nice one. daddy takes bigH to school at 715. you, goo, and i sleep until about 8 or 9. i feed you and your sister watches some form of PBS Kids or wow wow wubbzy. then, we eat breakfast, and you hang out in your little papasan chair. i do my best to clean up for the morning and play with goo. then, i feed you around noon. then, goo and i have lunch. and somehow it's 215, and it's time to start getting ready to get bigH. he gets out at 245, but we walk to his school. but it takes your sister SO LONG to do much these days, so i have to start getting her ready very early. we get bigH and come home. they have room time. i feed you between 3-4. then, once bigH and goo are done with room time, they get "mom and dad room time" if they have a good day with no issues. mom and dad room time means bigH gets to play playstation for 30 minutes and goo gets to play computer for 30 minutes. that time is when you and i just hang out. we get ready for dinner and pick up the kitchen and check the mail.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">and then...the witching hour begins. oh sweet EK. you have a tough time between 5-ish and 9-ish. part of it is we don't know when to feed you and when to "put you down." you love your bath. and we normally bathe you when bigH and goo take their bath. you love to be wrapped in a warm towel. then, daddy reads stories to your brother and sister and puts them to bed. i bring you in my room in just your diaper and feed you on one side. once you're finished, i put your jammies on and feed you on the other side. once you're sleepy and finished, i swaddle you as tight as possible. (fyi: i am an expert swaddler.) then i carry you in your room and put you in your positioner.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">and then i pray. no, seriously. i pray. "dear Jesus. please let her sleep well for now."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">typically, you sleep about 4 hours. then, daddy goes to get you. he changes your diaper and brings you to me. i'm up and ready to feed you. sometimes daddy and i have fun conversations. sometimes we're really sleepy. once you're finished, i swaddle you up and take you back. usually, you sleep 4-5 hour time stretches. you're a good sleeper at night.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">you're having a really hard time right now with your nursing. you definitely have gas because your face gets red while you eat. and you spit up all the time. this has all happened within the last week. it makes me sad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">so this week, you and i are off to meet a lactation consultant to see what we can do to keep our nursing down pat. because i love you a whole bunch and i'm ready to work hard to make sure we can keep this up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">fun tidbits:</span></div><div><ul><li>you scare daddy in the middle of the night when you toot. literally. he jumps. attagirl. </li><li>you purposefully won't put your left foot in your jammies. just to annoy daddy. attagirl.</li><li>you've started opening your eyes a lot more, and WOW. you're going to be a knock out. just like goo.</li><li>you have insanely cute toes. just like your siblings.</li><li>you give daddy about ten seconds before you get fidgety and start rooting. before you realize he's not me and doesn't have the goods.</li><li>you are starting to get cheeks. which is good because your siblings had awesome chubby cheeks as infants.</li><li>speaking of your siblings, OH MY WORD, they LOVE you. even goo. she says everything about you is cute. they both love kissing you and singing "if you're happy and you know it."</li></ul><div>we love you, EK. we are so glad you're finally here and already can't imagine our life without you in it.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEBNWj_O5I5K8rkd54mIhwRJG2j9PSSLDmuR3Ozo0Mqmcp2FMfq8qI2nnTyGcsxPC9sHFM6VIqPjStvztXV8XqzTvtf9jJ7LF6unnxTnLfrxCQ0W6TOL1VofUAVGCxvHzVmka/s1600/IMG_2116.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEBNWj_O5I5K8rkd54mIhwRJG2j9PSSLDmuR3Ozo0Mqmcp2FMfq8qI2nnTyGcsxPC9sHFM6VIqPjStvztXV8XqzTvtf9jJ7LF6unnxTnLfrxCQ0W6TOL1VofUAVGCxvHzVmka/s400/IMG_2116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513990743260259682" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQ5J9qD1MA4fPkrrijfbZD9euQ23MQNwtmwtnyiCIZe5u2k8k9OEO40hkrBQbfd25iWUhkhhIv24SKB2snQCJjXDdivmbXbW_YMiEmeS-weFf0gt69EcnNHyHtZsCpDJXQ1sd/s1600/IMG_3034.jpg"></a>goo loves making sure you always have lovies. always.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxy5sDDfagJTmd9C3iUe94aAWdLUUo4s7VCXGLtvWk_xUQRubHKh9hlGHmkmRkuK0nu4gYqHL7aX0Vm_DAAHmKJF3y2HU3SjeyvwUpRqAOVaolW62QODe_SbMWSI57JbAI4is/s1600/DSC_2693-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxy5sDDfagJTmd9C3iUe94aAWdLUUo4s7VCXGLtvWk_xUQRubHKh9hlGHmkmRkuK0nu4gYqHL7aX0Vm_DAAHmKJF3y2HU3SjeyvwUpRqAOVaolW62QODe_SbMWSI57JbAI4is/s400/DSC_2693-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513992789697901762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxy5sDDfagJTmd9C3iUe94aAWdLUUo4s7VCXGLtvWk_xUQRubHKh9hlGHmkmRkuK0nu4gYqHL7aX0Vm_DAAHmKJF3y2HU3SjeyvwUpRqAOVaolW62QODe_SbMWSI57JbAI4is/s1600/DSC_2693-Edit.jpg"></a>you are a beauty.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2eS294hkfE_LVVnr-M5pcn2xDyyoy96JneVhA3LjzawjvTwrA6hsq0JdLZxbSNt9mwoVDiamm4EQQrqNKIQASi3-6agV2wlxDlqBlh7O5_tkYWjZJz7JPa0E751KLk8CgxnS/s1600/DSC_2680-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2eS294hkfE_LVVnr-M5pcn2xDyyoy96JneVhA3LjzawjvTwrA6hsq0JdLZxbSNt9mwoVDiamm4EQQrqNKIQASi3-6agV2wlxDlqBlh7O5_tkYWjZJz7JPa0E751KLk8CgxnS/s400/DSC_2680-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513992788076824530" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0wRbs-7OXC43keeZnW-CMUkkexKsRx98zKfD7iyFJeouqbFA5lCR4dWrhVThVYPW5i7ZdRO7PkbNF6Ir6neq7NVcpf3kULSjFwXhxqKRBVUTossJ9Avpaqojp4iBcrzCO7yh/s1600/DSC_2604-Edit.jpg"></a>you had a bandaid on your head for almost your entire first month. i had to make sure and capture it before it came off.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPKFP9sOli1vcGZuDcscDGzBCcjiulTzGwqQsnRWEr_NVha1W9NlrVzKCE7xFSv_3FrrMyUZjZ5mg78KDiNki-f4tEpMQFQ1k9nvoD0rb5gBA3A1vD_XE_yZvtBtQf8iUrn7j/s1600/DSC_2600-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPKFP9sOli1vcGZuDcscDGzBCcjiulTzGwqQsnRWEr_NVha1W9NlrVzKCE7xFSv_3FrrMyUZjZ5mg78KDiNki-f4tEpMQFQ1k9nvoD0rb5gBA3A1vD_XE_yZvtBtQf8iUrn7j/s400/DSC_2600-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513997556469779250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPKFP9sOli1vcGZuDcscDGzBCcjiulTzGwqQsnRWEr_NVha1W9NlrVzKCE7xFSv_3FrrMyUZjZ5mg78KDiNki-f4tEpMQFQ1k9nvoD0rb5gBA3A1vD_XE_yZvtBtQf8iUrn7j/s1600/DSC_2600-Edit.jpg"></a>oh my goodness, your hiney. delicious.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpv7Xxx6EokeX_2XIuBRtmrJXpuXLz8MBntkcOITerSkg-Z8eSOCKMf51HmatuEISV5ZklQgqOTZcXaoVdi9cVzUUN3CS2c3TW-ql8kS__vRPAcqTJMo5ii8djgZJMDYNTMTwI/s1600/DSC_2639-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpv7Xxx6EokeX_2XIuBRtmrJXpuXLz8MBntkcOITerSkg-Z8eSOCKMf51HmatuEISV5ZklQgqOTZcXaoVdi9cVzUUN3CS2c3TW-ql8kS__vRPAcqTJMo5ii8djgZJMDYNTMTwI/s400/DSC_2639-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513997551892895474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpv7Xxx6EokeX_2XIuBRtmrJXpuXLz8MBntkcOITerSkg-Z8eSOCKMf51HmatuEISV5ZklQgqOTZcXaoVdi9cVzUUN3CS2c3TW-ql8kS__vRPAcqTJMo5ii8djgZJMDYNTMTwI/s1600/DSC_2639-Edit.jpg"></a>tacky? probably. but so much fun.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmL3qvEjU6LB41QjDKZ7axtaMkPpcIJ-KPo4WtLGo58zNjMs0F4GzLUVklnbQln1m8qfYVQuq3oE8XDZCi4wj1_0IWKDmZzOOdTSomvG7ehnJPUfGnDlXyaYtH7L5E-7W6Jzl/s1600/DSC_2706-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmL3qvEjU6LB41QjDKZ7axtaMkPpcIJ-KPo4WtLGo58zNjMs0F4GzLUVklnbQln1m8qfYVQuq3oE8XDZCi4wj1_0IWKDmZzOOdTSomvG7ehnJPUfGnDlXyaYtH7L5E-7W6Jzl/s400/DSC_2706-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513996492465265890" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>she loves playing the iPhone with you. sometimes you don't care for it so much.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJ0i99Lb_vgwTrNFvYUlsoKHRhEQsQx4etzFEW-pbm1YrM8QjB0jOxOUwWZAQLSauC-WJP1BiF634' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>this was an unbelievable moment for all of us. when we realized she actually liked you. </div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxk01qJR7rw1ARyzXl_SBU4dB7kM6p0tx6nNthvt-v0aU6czLGo_eUAZjK3ITQWVKAQkTOSrpk1fC8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>another one.</div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-89967656105629535252010-08-15T19:30:00.000-07:002010-08-15T19:40:30.154-07:00EK has arrivedas usual...you might want to grab a dr pepper or a caffeinated beverage of your choice. because this will not be brief. i don't want it to be. and for EK's sake, it shouldn't be. there's a potential for a lot of pictures as well. if i get my act together tonight. though that's up in the air at this point.<div><br /></div><div>i'm sitting here on a friday night, listening to buz play playstation in the background. and my THREE kids are asleep at the same time. and i don't know how to let that soak in.</div><div><br /></div><div>i just checked in on big h's room, and there he was, asleep in his ironman2 jammies with his two build-a-bears next to him. he looked so big and yet so small.</div><div><br /></div><div>i checked on goo on the monitor. (because we still have a monitor in her room. we're sneaky and nosy like that.) and there she was, asleep in her tinkerbell jammie top and ariel jammie bottom. heaven forbid if her jammies actually, you know, matched. and in her bed was...honestly, i don't know what WASN'T in her bed. her purple and pink unicorn pillow pet. her three build-a-bears that are all either wearing princess dresses or ballerina tutus. and every. last. stuffed. thing. that she owns. but...alas, she is asleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then. i looked on ANOTHER monitor where sweet EK sleeps. all swaddled as tightly as possible. with her head to one side like her older brother used to sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>and my heart is full. and i can't believe my life is so rich.</div><div><br /></div><div>i want "doodle" to know her birth story. and this is the only place i'll actually record it.</div><div><br /></div><div>i had so many things planned before her arrival. it was almost like christmas season. we had play dates with people we hadn't seen in ages. i had text after text from people wanting to know how i was feeling and if there was anything i needed. we went swimming a lot. we went and saw movies at the movie theater. just because we could. i took pictures of my belly in relation to wherever we were. at dinner. at the computer. sitting with goo. writing thank you notes. you name it, my belly was with it. i had started going to the OB every week, and i loved it. love my OB so much. i had so much fun being pregnant. wearing maternity clothes. feeling the baby move inside. watching the baby move. talking to H and G about the baby coming.</div><div><br /></div><div>my delivery date was scheduled for thursday, july 29 in the afternoon but was rescheduled at the last minute for friday, july 30 in the morning.</div><div><br /></div><div>thursday, we had lunch with bigH's kindergarten teacher, mrs. b. originally, we were going to eat at purple cow because it's yummy. but her response to that was, "hmmm...i would've thought we would've eaten at chipotle because it's bigH's favorite restaurant." have i mentioned just. how. much. i LOVE mrs. b? no? because i freaking LOVE mrs. b. so we ate at chipotle. and to my surprise, my kids were TOTAL HELLIONS. i was mortified. but i just repeatedly used the line, "we don't get out much." and that seemed to do the trick for a couple of minutes. we left and headed straight for the movie theater to meet dad to see despicable me. i got to sit with goo on my "lap" most of the movie, which was sheer joy. when the movie was over, buz took them home, and i headed to my ultra fancy pregnancy massage and pedicure. oh my word, talk about luxury. i should do that more often. if only i had unlimited funds. it was incredible. then, i met up with buz at one of <a href="http://laduni.com/">my favorite restaurants</a>, and we had a SIT DOWN dinner. we did NOT know what to do with ourselves. we talked and laughed, and i just stared at him. man, my husband is the cat's meow and is SO NICE TO LOOK AT. wow. then, we walked around the mall for a little bit. we had gotten a hotel room for that night for several reasons. my parents were staying at my house in our room, so technically we didn't have anywhere to sleep anyway. :) but also, we had to be at the hospital at 530 in the morning, and we wanted to be able to get up and get ready without tiptoeing.</div><div><br /></div><div>we could hardly sleep. buz could more than me. but i slept at 30 minute intervals. again...christmas eve for me. and for the record, we were still discussing boy names. at 1030 that night. we couldn't decide if that meant we were definitely having a boy because we didn't have anything ready. or if we were definitely having a girl because clearly, we were ready for her. ???</div><div><br /></div><div>we woke up friday morning at 4. i took my shower and dried my hair and had a lot of energy. a LOT for ME at 4 in the morning. we got there (not surprisingly) too early. we checked in, got my hospital band, filled out 1438 forms, signing my life away. and she took us to our little observation room C. i got changed into my rockin hospital gown and we were introduced to our labor and delivery nurse, who would only be with us until 7. little did we know how rad she'd be. we had a great morning with her. (um, we're facebook friends with her now. love social media.)</div><div><br /></div><div>we were later introduced to the nurse who would actually be in delivery with us. she was hand-picked. one of the benefits of working at a hospital and knowing people...i've known all my L&D nurses or had them hand-picked for me. she was incredible. sweet, gentle, kind. we then met my anesthesiologist (who, by the way, was easy on the eyes. i'm just sayin.) and our anesthesia nurse, anesthesia ann. anesthesia ann has been around the block a time or two. she was hard core, and i LOVED her. finally, i got ready to be wheeled back to the OR.</div><div><br /></div><div>and funny side note: the nurse who had to get my IV in was my early morning L&D nurse when i had goo. so fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>it was when we actually got IN the OR that i finally got scared/nervous. very bright lights. a lot of people working to get things ready for me. a lot of instruments that would be used on me. a lot of people behind masks. the very definite smell of alcohol. music. and i saw my anesthesiologist and anesthesiology nurse. and then i saw my OB. who looks a LOT different in scrubs than he does on a regular 'ol tuesday afternoon in the office. and we were ready for the epidural/spinal. i had two back surgeries as a kid, so regular epidurals don't work for/with me. so i have something different, and i always have to tell my surgery "story" so they know exactly what to do. i made sure i told everyone that i was officially nervous.</div><div><br /></div><div>and everyone talked about someone specific on so you think you can dance. and the OB assisting my OB with the surgery apparently watches it. and so does the anesthesiologist. but he is a closet fan. and my nurse watches it. but i talked to my OB who does NOT watch it. and neither do i. useless information.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then i was ready. for the spinal. to put my legs on one side of the gurney. to hug the pillow. to lean forward into my cute little nurse (who by the way is 4'11). and to breathe deeply. wow, it hurt. a lot. and it seemed to take a long time. i don't think it did. but it felt like it took a sweet forever. and i was supposed to tell him each time i could feel any pressure. which was a lot. i could've sworn i was going to fall on top of my 4'11 cute nurse and pummel her to the ground. which, i think, would've started the surgery off on the wrong foot.</div><div><br /></div><div>that part was finally over. they laid me down, and everything started to progress. and all of the sudden, i couldn't breathe. i yelled the name of anesthesia ann and the anesthesiologist (who requested i call him by his first name). i told them i couldn't breathe. something was pressing on my chest and i couldn't get a good deep breath. i was so scared. really scared. buz wasn't in the OR yet. honestly, i don't remember the last time i was that fearful. they continued to tell me that my levels were perfect and that i WAS breathing and doing a great job at it. they told me this over and over again while placing oxygen on my face. and then...all of the sudden, i felt like i could breathe again. and then anesthesia ann started having fun conversations with me. like where she wanted to go shopping after her shift was over. and what mall was closest. and what time did it open. and what was my favorite store at that mall.</div><div><br /></div><div>and who knew??? when i get scared/nervous, i start talking. a lot. i know you can't believe it. but i do. i mean, i started talking. a LOT.</div><div><br /></div><div>finally, i heard buz come in, and he sat right next to my face. my OB and his partner (who i've come to really like a LOT) were there and said they were going to get started.</div><div><br /></div><div>things seemed to start. and i could tell we were going to have a baby any minute. that fun anxiety.</div><div><br /></div><div>mind you -- we didn't know the gender of our baby.</div><div><br /></div><div>i finally felt like something was different. like baby was out. and they called a time. 808. i thought to myself, "how cute. 808. what a fun time. easy to remember."</div><div><br /></div><div>and then i didn't hear anything else. and i heard very faintly 809, 810, 811, 812.</div><div><br /></div><div>and i knew this wasn't good.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then, the revealing of my baby's gender came by way of "she's just floppy. we're going to bag her and get her breathing."</div><div><br /></div><div>i tried not to freak out. and enter my FREAKING AWESOME RAD HUSBAND. who basically just told me things (white lies) like "they're just cleaning her" and "they're just getting her all warm" and "you did so great and i am so proud of you."</div><div><br /></div><div>but i knew.</div><div><br /></div><div>i knew something wasn't right.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then...</div><div><br /></div><div>i heard her. HER. my DAUGHTER. i heard my daughter cry. and i started to cry. because she was ok. and i didn't care about the fact that no one declared in glory "IT'S A GIRL." because i cared more that someone said, "there. now she's breathing."</div><div><br /></div><div>and buz went over to see her and kept coming over to me, reporting how great she looked and how cute she was. i was elated.</div><div><br /></div><div>for those of you in health care, her apgars were 2/7.</div><div><br /></div><div>i know.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then the NICU doctor came over to introduce herself to us. SCARY. to let us know that EK had experienced a substantial amount of trouble breathing on her own at first. and that if she experienced anything like that again, she would be transferred to the NICU.</div><div><br /></div><div>but everyone kept telling me how great she was doing. and how great she looked. and one of the nurses even brought her over to buz and me to let me look at her. and oh...her beauty. i wanted to touch her and hold her. but i kissed her and knew she needed to be taken care of. by medical professionals. i would have my time with her.</div><div><br /></div><div>her.</div><div><br /></div><div>they finished sewing me up, and i continued to talk. seriously...someone make me stop talking. like i know these people personally or something. i talked to anesthesia ann about going to the local mall and the fact that she was wearing a university of texas lanyard holding her name badge and that i was sorry that i made a comment about it since i'm an OU fan. and i thanked the anesthesiologist for letting me call him by his first name. and yes, i may have let him in on the secret that i thought he was nice looking. nice. i'm classy like that. and i talked to my OB about who knows what? have i mentioned how much i continued to talk? oh my goodness.</div><div><br /></div><div>the NICU doc came to talk to us again. about EK. and how she was doing. it looked like she didn't breathe for the first four and a half minutes. apparently, she was very high up and comfortable inside mama. so she took a while to get used to the idea of being on the outside. the NICU doc said she looked much better, had a great color, was breathing well, and would not need to go to the NICU unless something changed with her breathing. she congratulated me and congratulated buz on the birth of our daughter. she was the first person to say the word daughter. ten minutes before, i was afraid of that woman. now, ten minutes later, i loved her. i thanked her for all of her help taking care of my <i>daughter</i>. honestly, i didn't know what she did to help EK, but i know she did everything she knew to help her.</div><div><br /></div><div>buz went with EK up the nursery to watch her take her first bath and for them to do all the testing they needed to do with her. i stayed with my sweet nurse. all of the people in the OR helped me transfer from the operating table back to my gurney. i'll be honest...i felt like a farm animal at a vet's office. i couldn't feel a single thing and they all literally just rolled me onto a different bed. very, VERY humbling. but they did so with grace and dignity. which i very much appreciated. </div><div><br /></div><div>and in true fashion, i thanked everyone for a good time and that i had appreciated all that they had done. and i told dr. b to have a good day and that i would see him later. and to tell his wife hi? um, i've never met his wife. ahem.</div><div><br /></div><div>i got wheeled back to my observation room C. where i talked to my cute nurse and anesthesiology nurse for a while. i was SO RELAXED. i couldn't feel my legs. and my arms were dead weight. and it all felt surprisingly good. like it was over. she was ok. she was with people she knew. buz had gone to the waiting room where my mom, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, niece and nephew were. he was going to tell them baby was here. but he was going to bring them into my room, so i could tell them the gender and name and how everything went. apparently, when he got to the waiting room, he said, "mom and baby are fine" and then started tearing up. in the twelve years i've known buz, i've seen him cry twice. this being the third time. he came back into my room to let me know he had told them, and the first thing i noticed were his red eyes. i thought surely something was wrong. he told me that everything had finally hit him when he said the words, "mom and baby are fine." then, he mentioned something about how cute EK's toes were. i kept asking, "what's wrong" over and over again because why would he be crying. he assured me nothing was wrong but that the moment caught up with him.</div><div><br /></div><div>my mom came into the room. i told her it was a girl and what her name was, and i started crying. guess the same thing happened to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>then, my BIL and SIL came in, and i told them about how the morning had gone and finally told them the gender and name. </div><div><br /></div><div>both conversations were sweet. and very meaningful to me. and then everyone went upstairs to the nursery to watch her and look at her.</div><div><br /></div><div>and all of the sudden, my cell phone rang, and it was my brother and his family who were vacationing in wyoming. i told them and i could hear my two nieces in the back say, "we KNEW it was a girl." it was fun to talk to him for a minute. man, i love him. a LOT.</div><div><br /></div><div>finally, i was wheeled upstairs to look at her in the nursery. she looked beautiful. beautiful hair. beautiful body. beautiful face. beautiful features. and i just looked at her. and marveled at how the Lord can create such an intimate and detailed and complicated being who is such a gorgeous masterpiece. then, they wheeled me to my postpartum room. </div><div><br /></div><div>once again, i got moved like a farm animal from my gurney to my postpartum bed. </div><div><br /></div><div>soon after, i heard that my dad and kids were here. my dad hadn't wanted me to tell him anything about the baby, other than "it" was here. he wanted to hear the gender and name along with bigH and goo.</div><div><br /></div><div>i heard them outside the door. i heard bigH say, "i see the baby! i see mommy holding the baby!!!!" they came in, and bigH immediately said, "so, is it a boy?" </div><div><br /></div><div>i had no idea how to handle that question. so i did the best i could and said, "it's a girl! are you excited?!" and he responded with, "oh mama, look at her cute fingernails!" and i knew everything would be ok with him. </div><div><br /></div><div>i was worried about goo's response, no matter the gender. all she said was, "oh what a cute yittle bandaid." (EK had a little laceration on the side of her head, and they had used a little steristrip on it.) and then she just wanted to color. figured.</div><div><br /></div><div>and that was their reaction to her. and surprisingly, it had gone better than i had expected. so i was happy. and so we all sat/stood/laid in my postpartum room looking at her and enjoying the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>my BIL and SIL and niece and nephew headed out, along with my mom, dad, bigH, and goo. and all of the sudden, it was just EK, buz, and me. and i couldn't believe it. here was our third child. who was here. who was safe. who was breathtaking.</div><div><br /></div><div>i met my day mom nurse and my day baby nurse. and it was so fun because i recognized my baby nurse from when i used to work there. and she remembered me. and it felt like i was among friends. and literally, all i remember about the rest of friday was texting people and calling people and having the phone in my hand constantly and being elated at the news i was getting to share. i was tired because i hadn't slept the night before but oh my, the adrenaline. </div><div><br /></div><div>that night, two of my buddies came to visit. one was a friend from bigH and goo's preschool. and one was one of our closest friends, and the whole family came.</div><div><br /></div><div>over the the next several days, we had visitors and wonderful nurses. wonderful day nurses for EK and for me and wonderful night nurses for EK and for me. some were new to us, and some we remembered from either when i worked there or when i had bigH or goo. we had great lactation nurses who were willing to help us feed EK, who by the way, is the best eater out of our three kids. </div><div><br /></div><div>my OB was off for several days after our delivery, but we saw the other OBs in his practice. and he also personally called me everyday to check on me. please, PLEASE tell me i've mentioned once or 672 times how fabulous my OB is. (by the way, now he's just my gynecologist. sad.)</div><div><br /></div><div>monday was a tough day. we had a tough day with EK losing some of her birth weight. she also failed her hearing screen three different times, which meant we'd have to bring her in as an outpatient. we just had several different things that were frustrating. so if you called or came by that day, we're/i'm really sorry. i was not very pleasant. BUT...the Lord knows exactly what we need when we need it. in the course of about two hours, i had my bff just drop in bringing <a href="http://jerseymikes.com/">jersey mike's</a> for buz and me. homegirl speaks my love language. i had one of <a href="http://theoneaboutus.wordpress.com/">my good buddies</a> who's become even closer lately stop by (with her mom -- sorry jenny's mom for my uncontrollable tears) just to see EK and bring some freaking fabulous hand-me-downs and hang out. AND i got to meet a twitter friend of a friend who i'd been dying to meet for some time. AND she brought Sonic DPs for buz and me. and a freaking awesome babyGap outfit for EK. did i mention we had never met? and she came to the hospital. and we hugged. and she gave EK baby love. and got to see me looking ultra fabulous (insert sarcasm). and that was monday. remember when i said monday was our worst day? i love when God works like that. He knew what we needed. and when we had no visitors, buz, EK, and i got to be together. and enjoy our quiet time together. </div><div><br /></div><div>tuesday was going home day. i was nervous. excited, but nervous. i know there are plenty of people who don't share my view, but everything seems safe in the hospital. easy. if you have a question, you push a button, and someone comes to your aid. if your stomach hurts, you push a button, and medicine comes through an IV. the first time you get out of bed, and you're lightheaded, and you're afraid you're going to slip and fall, you...wait for it...PUSH A BUTTON. and miraculously, a patient care tech comes to your room and helps you up AND to your first shower. (and you SO don't care that someone you don't know is seeing you in ALL YOUR GLORY).</div><div><br /></div><div>and guess what happens when you go home? there is no button. and the two other kids who've been taken care of and treated to days of neverending entertainment by nana and papa? yeah, they're at your house. waiting to hear what fun things you're going to come up with. and nana and papa? they go home to sleep. for days. because they're 60+ and not used to taking care of a 4yo and almost 7yo nonstop. </div><div><br /></div><div>more to come re: life at home. </div><div><br /></div><div>but for now?</div><div><br /></div><div>EK, we can't imagine you not being with us. we can't imagine life with only two kids. we can't imagine not knowing what it's like to see your brother and sister fall madly in love with you in a matter of seconds.</div><div><br /></div><div>we love you more than you will ever know. and we are so excited to be your mommy and daddy. welcome to the world, EK.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxKEGWTDuDupAah0Ma36ewqyu6bY7AvTeuLEuvVrX2mOCoIlMjdVU0sRyaJx2Cj-GGz8wVrJwvBAoi92Ki4O_vjEKSMcsypCGbDDWY8EfO4dVzK7t0Wo3RGJwi7uHrhNEV331/s1600/DSCN3511.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxKEGWTDuDupAah0Ma36ewqyu6bY7AvTeuLEuvVrX2mOCoIlMjdVU0sRyaJx2Cj-GGz8wVrJwvBAoi92Ki4O_vjEKSMcsypCGbDDWY8EfO4dVzK7t0Wo3RGJwi7uHrhNEV331/s400/DSCN3511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505755591354174322" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUbSFQSyRt1lEBZNQsUtdZTVEQEnnRKWFty7RlxJE8mQf7_HNudyu6e5ZFL3LbaPc0sgxHppI46cy94-n3lcV3RnRENud-JjhssahyphenhyphenYc6kAxMOIMFArF8Je_XPdilsLIArJ7N/s1600/DSCN3512.JPG"></a>big h, goo, daddy, uncle rick (daddy's brother), aunt tanna.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ezDdqwRmPrm6xfQadOH_OpB9KzbiSOGUA4yOpP31FmONwjq2AZWRzK4K3stMskZfzBq3ZybepG1_Vhe6tmPHbnuCZMjHjDsKu_vGSV3S0bMycKQhG_coSSx8uU5v-tWlllhf/s1600/DSCN3499.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ezDdqwRmPrm6xfQadOH_OpB9KzbiSOGUA4yOpP31FmONwjq2AZWRzK4K3stMskZfzBq3ZybepG1_Vhe6tmPHbnuCZMjHjDsKu_vGSV3S0bMycKQhG_coSSx8uU5v-tWlllhf/s400/DSCN3499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505754873227886098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ezDdqwRmPrm6xfQadOH_OpB9KzbiSOGUA4yOpP31FmONwjq2AZWRzK4K3stMskZfzBq3ZybepG1_Vhe6tmPHbnuCZMjHjDsKu_vGSV3S0bMycKQhG_coSSx8uU5v-tWlllhf/s1600/DSCN3499.JPG"></a>you...hours old.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN-tlOO5nsTNfstUxKh35olzP7dQzQS82WA4WDyWjN0ZJlC78skqDNzOcuZJO0dpovbxgCNYW-MxgvjAytRxktGEX78HM71FavAX04vxUKH7dyXY3kS0iZo6loqwl_aDF7gcO/s1600/DSCN3494.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN-tlOO5nsTNfstUxKh35olzP7dQzQS82WA4WDyWjN0ZJlC78skqDNzOcuZJO0dpovbxgCNYW-MxgvjAytRxktGEX78HM71FavAX04vxUKH7dyXY3kS0iZo6loqwl_aDF7gcO/s400/DSCN3494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505754867145315362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN-tlOO5nsTNfstUxKh35olzP7dQzQS82WA4WDyWjN0ZJlC78skqDNzOcuZJO0dpovbxgCNYW-MxgvjAytRxktGEX78HM71FavAX04vxUKH7dyXY3kS0iZo6loqwl_aDF7gcO/s1600/DSCN3494.JPG"></a>our first family picture.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aJZy3jkd6z5zhmjmifOrzurEwLDJ4kyBAw0yqQQ_C8UUjHckhdO96csEfK-KMdfFd-Zijnuedp2MEqX_TLtgS8atQDpXOOibppmX2qcGj0_TvGH14WnlpZhOSfbtzqk3aEBi/s1600/DSCN3493.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aJZy3jkd6z5zhmjmifOrzurEwLDJ4kyBAw0yqQQ_C8UUjHckhdO96csEfK-KMdfFd-Zijnuedp2MEqX_TLtgS8atQDpXOOibppmX2qcGj0_TvGH14WnlpZhOSfbtzqk3aEBi/s400/DSCN3493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505754859316878354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>daddy asking your brother and sister if they were ready to come meet you.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv6Ap9Xm6GYXGa9LZxkwJfnzooN-z6CdUXnyyNagxieuiUPVbrq2RSUcilPWrMUttXzqUgKgz77cgvk2bXMErcqF0mmk5-9lNTSMi-KwfFUMIbVMtU3LBtF_j0ReA6WllPoyA/s1600/IMG_2065.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv6Ap9Xm6GYXGa9LZxkwJfnzooN-z6CdUXnyyNagxieuiUPVbrq2RSUcilPWrMUttXzqUgKgz77cgvk2bXMErcqF0mmk5-9lNTSMi-KwfFUMIbVMtU3LBtF_j0ReA6WllPoyA/s400/IMG_2065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505819836654003410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv6Ap9Xm6GYXGa9LZxkwJfnzooN-z6CdUXnyyNagxieuiUPVbrq2RSUcilPWrMUttXzqUgKgz77cgvk2bXMErcqF0mmk5-9lNTSMi-KwfFUMIbVMtU3LBtF_j0ReA6WllPoyA/s1600/IMG_2065.jpg"></a>one of THE BEST night nurses around. buz and i LOVED her. we got to have her our last two nights.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdmhpZvOP7gKnFNSaLzf6FTcgnR6u1pi72Vs3x6GhgkDRDxFLPyK4UkQaFxuxnQjt9nzMUCz5hy4rD24tdVjxWIOSy4Xz3EXO7crivHVjAcLGz-FksEOfOAJXszgiC2pU35CK/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdmhpZvOP7gKnFNSaLzf6FTcgnR6u1pi72Vs3x6GhgkDRDxFLPyK4UkQaFxuxnQjt9nzMUCz5hy4rD24tdVjxWIOSy4Xz3EXO7crivHVjAcLGz-FksEOfOAJXszgiC2pU35CK/s400/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505819268486910610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdmhpZvOP7gKnFNSaLzf6FTcgnR6u1pi72Vs3x6GhgkDRDxFLPyK4UkQaFxuxnQjt9nzMUCz5hy4rD24tdVjxWIOSy4Xz3EXO7crivHVjAcLGz-FksEOfOAJXszgiC2pU35CK/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG"></a>our cute L&D nurse.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfzwyTia77X9fDEeZGfpyxUjkeo0k5iyBd5Dlh68JtW-pwkNgsTVqwcrDfi9pFwpMsI-yHVr-YTAe7Wz9_w1VtB0U416nj9GxrWO6Uebc7CHwZ7D1x_ydcx2HVv6zahPWF8WB/s1600/IMG_2055.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfzwyTia77X9fDEeZGfpyxUjkeo0k5iyBd5Dlh68JtW-pwkNgsTVqwcrDfi9pFwpMsI-yHVr-YTAe7Wz9_w1VtB0U416nj9GxrWO6Uebc7CHwZ7D1x_ydcx2HVv6zahPWF8WB/s400/IMG_2055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505819262785569826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfzwyTia77X9fDEeZGfpyxUjkeo0k5iyBd5Dlh68JtW-pwkNgsTVqwcrDfi9pFwpMsI-yHVr-YTAe7Wz9_w1VtB0U416nj9GxrWO6Uebc7CHwZ7D1x_ydcx2HVv6zahPWF8WB/s1600/IMG_2055.jpg"></a>my cute twitter friend i had just met about forty-five minutes before this was taken. (thought: wow, i look like a HOUSE standing next to my new, cute little petite friend.)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk3GTZR2xbbERAQpRXeoSXzQFu9XcV3iji-giv5UMb1Fwr5mNUSqVosabqEtTZnRimilNqLzcKhJWoM7kvEMNfzVDf280KounPCWO4EUrNcyRwQ5QxogEsmNdtfDSUjUHlDBP/s1600/IMG_2053.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk3GTZR2xbbERAQpRXeoSXzQFu9XcV3iji-giv5UMb1Fwr5mNUSqVosabqEtTZnRimilNqLzcKhJWoM7kvEMNfzVDf280KounPCWO4EUrNcyRwQ5QxogEsmNdtfDSUjUHlDBP/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505819254383921538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk3GTZR2xbbERAQpRXeoSXzQFu9XcV3iji-giv5UMb1Fwr5mNUSqVosabqEtTZnRimilNqLzcKhJWoM7kvEMNfzVDf280KounPCWO4EUrNcyRwQ5QxogEsmNdtfDSUjUHlDBP/s1600/IMG_2053.JPG"></a>buz and i were strongly entertaining moving shortly after EK was born but the Lord kept us here. while we were entertaining this idea, i had decided to invite some of my closest friends to the hospital for a pajama pizza party. once we decided to stay in dallas, i decided that the pajama pizza party needed to happen anyway. some girls were missing. but OH MY WORD, it was the best night. so incredibly blessed to have such amazing women in my life. (bff, why were you not in this picture?)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjow_AJPmRAVf5AgIK_tO8yNe6RPI-0GFTovFxq4tEaekOfs-20NLMqh_AVNHG8zYBJSVuP3wkI0EOMxG75jCSjf1uTeL-UKWDd1K60iOzk1ym_N1E9VA7snjj8edJFayBbT7/s1600/IMG_2051.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjow_AJPmRAVf5AgIK_tO8yNe6RPI-0GFTovFxq4tEaekOfs-20NLMqh_AVNHG8zYBJSVuP3wkI0EOMxG75jCSjf1uTeL-UKWDd1K60iOzk1ym_N1E9VA7snjj8edJFayBbT7/s400/IMG_2051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505819239359000514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjow_AJPmRAVf5AgIK_tO8yNe6RPI-0GFTovFxq4tEaekOfs-20NLMqh_AVNHG8zYBJSVuP3wkI0EOMxG75jCSjf1uTeL-UKWDd1K60iOzk1ym_N1E9VA7snjj8edJFayBbT7/s1600/IMG_2051.jpg"></a>one of mommy's favorite nurses. we were blessed to have her for THREE NIGHTS. bliss.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8zlz_Ola6pDAUG_xoffcS7wuQisTzElH_Ybs1MYkElNBn0WEr5L3vLPtUixV3I1dHHZYi-E6crBcQHPJWKmvEGsq_-CdRGbR_eSqOHkoDkVXMCrxKYMGg4a9-Sq-tLL7slP9/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8zlz_Ola6pDAUG_xoffcS7wuQisTzElH_Ybs1MYkElNBn0WEr5L3vLPtUixV3I1dHHZYi-E6crBcQHPJWKmvEGsq_-CdRGbR_eSqOHkoDkVXMCrxKYMGg4a9-Sq-tLL7slP9/s400/IMG_2047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505819229840554514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8zlz_Ola6pDAUG_xoffcS7wuQisTzElH_Ybs1MYkElNBn0WEr5L3vLPtUixV3I1dHHZYi-E6crBcQHPJWKmvEGsq_-CdRGbR_eSqOHkoDkVXMCrxKYMGg4a9-Sq-tLL7slP9/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG"></a>bigH showing you one of his new legos. this will NOT be the last time, i assure you.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaUanKH5ii1lDrmX2U-eBBQ-P5dTUUoy73SBoqiK8knypnMTiRWI_5Nu0X0M0kjImAIo0hpZGkPVTKRuxc-QkckhVu4gNJ4PU3GyRL0t0McgRQfuiAZqKVNFit7CYdRM0qrpe/s1600/IMG_2045.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaUanKH5ii1lDrmX2U-eBBQ-P5dTUUoy73SBoqiK8knypnMTiRWI_5Nu0X0M0kjImAIo0hpZGkPVTKRuxc-QkckhVu4gNJ4PU3GyRL0t0McgRQfuiAZqKVNFit7CYdRM0qrpe/s400/IMG_2045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505817919405733410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaUanKH5ii1lDrmX2U-eBBQ-P5dTUUoy73SBoqiK8knypnMTiRWI_5Nu0X0M0kjImAIo0hpZGkPVTKRuxc-QkckhVu4gNJ4PU3GyRL0t0McgRQfuiAZqKVNFit7CYdRM0qrpe/s1600/IMG_2045.jpg"></a>of COURSE your babysitter came to visit. wouldn't be right without her.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgf0f3DtzRigTE6oPCh8nYH6hpX4D9GLehZuRNc2XzoREfVeNjipD8TAIIZPK2wMdpkvMI3ES2dFfM0ih5gO9YXNy5j1hF7Ymd2pWdqyljLPfwwiWXQoUDD-Uo5x_xgsW2qHax/s1600/IMG_2044.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgf0f3DtzRigTE6oPCh8nYH6hpX4D9GLehZuRNc2XzoREfVeNjipD8TAIIZPK2wMdpkvMI3ES2dFfM0ih5gO9YXNy5j1hF7Ymd2pWdqyljLPfwwiWXQoUDD-Uo5x_xgsW2qHax/s400/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505817912728646818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgf0f3DtzRigTE6oPCh8nYH6hpX4D9GLehZuRNc2XzoREfVeNjipD8TAIIZPK2wMdpkvMI3ES2dFfM0ih5gO9YXNy5j1hF7Ymd2pWdqyljLPfwwiWXQoUDD-Uo5x_xgsW2qHax/s1600/IMG_2044.jpg"></a>one of dr. b's partners. we LOVE dr. a. she helped deliver goo. she is fabulous!!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigCSk2v5toR4G4qSnc9UhyGLBeb45RYx6TbMXbYGqcAIFmy3l3d824GkNupcx8Qqmk0B-V6VlVcaq59Lw3rbg9_wLoWBid1ENDeIDxymCGG-15KZBvhy5Zy04OubppFL2yqMi/s1600/IMG_2030.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigCSk2v5toR4G4qSnc9UhyGLBeb45RYx6TbMXbYGqcAIFmy3l3d824GkNupcx8Qqmk0B-V6VlVcaq59Lw3rbg9_wLoWBid1ENDeIDxymCGG-15KZBvhy5Zy04OubppFL2yqMi/s400/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505817907477823906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigCSk2v5toR4G4qSnc9UhyGLBeb45RYx6TbMXbYGqcAIFmy3l3d824GkNupcx8Qqmk0B-V6VlVcaq59Lw3rbg9_wLoWBid1ENDeIDxymCGG-15KZBvhy5Zy04OubppFL2yqMi/s1600/IMG_2030.JPG"></a>one of our night nurses.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zQTOF0VzaM8-gnoXJoESWM3kFr25cDcfJ6rKogYFHhXF2Y6Xlzb28j_BsvsLCc2rpnx3b0nkidJV1l3H9t555-iQdvPowIjn1ZxINaLXX5LZL4ToKUI_zuI_NgNXsveRbdzR/s1600/IMG_2029.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zQTOF0VzaM8-gnoXJoESWM3kFr25cDcfJ6rKogYFHhXF2Y6Xlzb28j_BsvsLCc2rpnx3b0nkidJV1l3H9t555-iQdvPowIjn1ZxINaLXX5LZL4ToKUI_zuI_NgNXsveRbdzR/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505817901598658322" style="cursor: pointer; 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(except they don't carry the watermelon flavor i remember from having bigH or goo. still.) along with the hospital beef broth. yummy.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBG9k6keUCHH_PNYa2ZkEh7rzgdc3QZC4R9mAqTZ1gg-OXkNjHWvvnd2dxym7K-erdlJpl9vgzx-1PSBEgyisO7KelKUXMvt3_1NNs6x1-vXnG-lO686iVNtxnktnptV_lGwB8/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBG9k6keUCHH_PNYa2ZkEh7rzgdc3QZC4R9mAqTZ1gg-OXkNjHWvvnd2dxym7K-erdlJpl9vgzx-1PSBEgyisO7KelKUXMvt3_1NNs6x1-vXnG-lO686iVNtxnktnptV_lGwB8/s400/IMG_2024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505816585190967026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBG9k6keUCHH_PNYa2ZkEh7rzgdc3QZC4R9mAqTZ1gg-OXkNjHWvvnd2dxym7K-erdlJpl9vgzx-1PSBEgyisO7KelKUXMvt3_1NNs6x1-vXnG-lO686iVNtxnktnptV_lGwB8/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG"></a>you and your daddy.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe2Mm1vcIHxNRJAqw_b-G0OL9DqkNbjyjkMVXXAB32Rlr1wvSH7qAWm-9w1bkvLlrByRHzYI8MF1TmlvCXqlebpLth5YpIOSUhbZ1DtaBqw8pxP89uOgZ-_VEM_GMAJ-MfhFN/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe2Mm1vcIHxNRJAqw_b-G0OL9DqkNbjyjkMVXXAB32Rlr1wvSH7qAWm-9w1bkvLlrByRHzYI8MF1TmlvCXqlebpLth5YpIOSUhbZ1DtaBqw8pxP89uOgZ-_VEM_GMAJ-MfhFN/s400/IMG_2021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505816572941491442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe2Mm1vcIHxNRJAqw_b-G0OL9DqkNbjyjkMVXXAB32Rlr1wvSH7qAWm-9w1bkvLlrByRHzYI8MF1TmlvCXqlebpLth5YpIOSUhbZ1DtaBqw8pxP89uOgZ-_VEM_GMAJ-MfhFN/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG"></a>the BEST PCT ever. she knows your brother and sister so well. and daddy and i LOVE her.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXi2YWhTFnqg0SDrwdPGEFGJGFcca2TAMK7-fhWCH5SJXzOasnz6MqPAMtepJGdGAMI_AntlrpoqWN0I2sRqXOgHoT1iqcNbrWxFVoa9vX__DPpFm-vIaBDE5DE4nQY5NkJQsj/s1600/IMG_1365.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXi2YWhTFnqg0SDrwdPGEFGJGFcca2TAMK7-fhWCH5SJXzOasnz6MqPAMtepJGdGAMI_AntlrpoqWN0I2sRqXOgHoT1iqcNbrWxFVoa9vX__DPpFm-vIaBDE5DE4nQY5NkJQsj/s400/IMG_1365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505816565819703650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXi2YWhTFnqg0SDrwdPGEFGJGFcca2TAMK7-fhWCH5SJXzOasnz6MqPAMtepJGdGAMI_AntlrpoqWN0I2sRqXOgHoT1iqcNbrWxFVoa9vX__DPpFm-vIaBDE5DE4nQY5NkJQsj/s1600/IMG_1365.jpg"></a>the three of us alone together. just getting to know each other.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDo83_h9O7CTTQk1w5gzYJ69HgAyX06fZh18C8gFmBesVw7bk0kskAP3N7YOArj9tv994P3AfXtFMy9GSkn4y2sFrasX4i0_25WfwsJAeEJzEORa0hEYNIGIvlxyxJATsd3b3/s1600/IMG_1364.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDo83_h9O7CTTQk1w5gzYJ69HgAyX06fZh18C8gFmBesVw7bk0kskAP3N7YOArj9tv994P3AfXtFMy9GSkn4y2sFrasX4i0_25WfwsJAeEJzEORa0hEYNIGIvlxyxJATsd3b3/s400/IMG_1364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505816557534772370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDo83_h9O7CTTQk1w5gzYJ69HgAyX06fZh18C8gFmBesVw7bk0kskAP3N7YOArj9tv994P3AfXtFMy9GSkn4y2sFrasX4i0_25WfwsJAeEJzEORa0hEYNIGIvlxyxJATsd3b3/s1600/IMG_1364.jpg"></a>you were/are delicious. just look at you.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisqVtPJ9LTpdWBL04rfE8faQDhMIRwWCCnP_-1mf_pfgLvDk3wehhHvmzrqxkCbHeOoCvUCdZXguM9oOFeHEQFxgL8Ko-6a11sXYox0zm2XC-9SP-CN7UG9ubNyl4NoXlnzI1/s1600/IMG_1336.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisqVtPJ9LTpdWBL04rfE8faQDhMIRwWCCnP_-1mf_pfgLvDk3wehhHvmzrqxkCbHeOoCvUCdZXguM9oOFeHEQFxgL8Ko-6a11sXYox0zm2XC-9SP-CN7UG9ubNyl4NoXlnzI1/s400/IMG_1336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505815151863366706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisqVtPJ9LTpdWBL04rfE8faQDhMIRwWCCnP_-1mf_pfgLvDk3wehhHvmzrqxkCbHeOoCvUCdZXguM9oOFeHEQFxgL8Ko-6a11sXYox0zm2XC-9SP-CN7UG9ubNyl4NoXlnzI1/s1600/IMG_1336.jpg"></a>my last picture of us together before i met you. notice daddy's shoes. those are his birthing shoes. he has worn them for the birth of all three of his kids. love him.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2h58zodhnpyeURCCRF3yT-3swK9yvfJ41x4vU7Sc6h1K6xrvrzqTXjbeuEwucaGT-WD2w3fW2_pc6ve6DqV2OjqVfxoYNFmS2dz4iCmOeHrkR-2K-ffRPhyCh-VYsQj68A7t/s1600/IMG_1335.PNG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2h58zodhnpyeURCCRF3yT-3swK9yvfJ41x4vU7Sc6h1K6xrvrzqTXjbeuEwucaGT-WD2w3fW2_pc6ve6DqV2OjqVfxoYNFmS2dz4iCmOeHrkR-2K-ffRPhyCh-VYsQj68A7t/s400/IMG_1335.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505815134395989970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2h58zodhnpyeURCCRF3yT-3swK9yvfJ41x4vU7Sc6h1K6xrvrzqTXjbeuEwucaGT-WD2w3fW2_pc6ve6DqV2OjqVfxoYNFmS2dz4iCmOeHrkR-2K-ffRPhyCh-VYsQj68A7t/s1600/IMG_1335.PNG"></a>the forecast for while we were in the hospital. why, EK, do we live in dallas?</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvM1GEo8e0vf5isAlz7-D0ngndH2b8xaTT0baQjVBQyskGdlrgjUoFnei1OLrBk1IepM8H9Y9Qgo2VIoeMl-1D19TAUuqSi7I-NiDymQUWK2VicQctq3ySdyTLfGXIvyKRnACA/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvM1GEo8e0vf5isAlz7-D0ngndH2b8xaTT0baQjVBQyskGdlrgjUoFnei1OLrBk1IepM8H9Y9Qgo2VIoeMl-1D19TAUuqSi7I-NiDymQUWK2VicQctq3ySdyTLfGXIvyKRnACA/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505815125766704210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvM1GEo8e0vf5isAlz7-D0ngndH2b8xaTT0baQjVBQyskGdlrgjUoFnei1OLrBk1IepM8H9Y9Qgo2VIoeMl-1D19TAUuqSi7I-NiDymQUWK2VicQctq3ySdyTLfGXIvyKRnACA/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG"></a>they could NOT get enough of you.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ePeX_lLaeNUVJHQetlAvPT-tDD2ExudO_vwdkrJ0zPWIYAtR9ufNq98u4kQLsGgrJ8XiajbAvXDs-jHxzEvXnI4lT1M47SipNnTXXWe2ZR1Q6l9vyuWsrjrQhbQOh-L78bGe/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ePeX_lLaeNUVJHQetlAvPT-tDD2ExudO_vwdkrJ0zPWIYAtR9ufNq98u4kQLsGgrJ8XiajbAvXDs-jHxzEvXnI4lT1M47SipNnTXXWe2ZR1Q6l9vyuWsrjrQhbQOh-L78bGe/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505815118133387810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ePeX_lLaeNUVJHQetlAvPT-tDD2ExudO_vwdkrJ0zPWIYAtR9ufNq98u4kQLsGgrJ8XiajbAvXDs-jHxzEvXnI4lT1M47SipNnTXXWe2ZR1Q6l9vyuWsrjrQhbQOh-L78bGe/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG"></a>your sister didn't want to be in this picture. NOT surprising.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgom6KdsJEkpEOvDwIuBBxrGOtgwYvzL-JBi7VgPvBPIV7rWTZqqqg9y2YCwRDFmHW3jT7Zmwz5EIJWtKdi_7SUworcS-nMG90KhI7Y9IInvqrcT9yK_eQT5FKlDkBnAiAGU_K5/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgom6KdsJEkpEOvDwIuBBxrGOtgwYvzL-JBi7VgPvBPIV7rWTZqqqg9y2YCwRDFmHW3jT7Zmwz5EIJWtKdi_7SUworcS-nMG90KhI7Y9IInvqrcT9yK_eQT5FKlDkBnAiAGU_K5/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505815113984723746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>you started sucking your fingers right from the get go.</div><div><br /></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-55436981287522501422010-07-26T21:42:00.000-07:002010-07-26T21:44:18.643-07:00oh, baby doodlewe are ready for you. <div><br /></div><div>i promise. contrary to what i've told people lately. really...i'm/we're ready for you.</div><div><br /></div><div>today is monday night, the twenty-sixth of july. you will be here in four days. OH MY WORD, FOUR DAYS. (daddy and i forgot to watch ali the bachelorette tonight. we'll catch up. plus, we'll get to watch the season finale next monday when we're in the hospital with you. just the three of us.)</div><div><br /></div><div>you will be delivered by the same doctor who delivered bigH and goo, your older sister and brother. who i've seen since 1999. i love him. he's the best.</div><div><br /></div><div>it is hotter than anything right now. and you'll know soon enough, i HATE summer. summer janet is not a very pleasant person. and summer PREGNANT janet is, just, well, not much of a peach to be around. your poor siblings and daddy. trust me -- you'll love me october - april. right now, everyday i'm wearing shorts, gaucho pants, or my denim skirt (that is worn at LEAST five times a week) with a tshirt and flip flops. and it's all i can do to stay cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>h, g, and i are swimming a lot this summer. and i'll be honest...i have NO SHAME when it comes to putting on my large and in charge maternity swimsuit. i have two of them. a black one and a green one. and i love them. and you and i love being in the water. it feels so good on my belly and my back. and clearly, you love it because you move a LOT when we're done swimming. i did water aerobics this summer, and i loved it. just me and 7 other 80-year-olds. it was awesome. it had just gotten too hot to walk.</div><div><br /></div><div>speaking of moving a lot. this won't sound right, but i'm going to be sad to actually have you out of my tummy. because you moving? brings a smile to my face and little giggle to my soul. every. time. it. happens. and it happens a lot. especially at 9pm. always at 9pm. without fail. buz (your daddy, more on him in a minute) and i get such a kick out of it. all of the sudden, i feel you move and go crazy, and we look at our watches and laugh. anywhere between 830 and 915. (you're moving right now. and i looked at the clock, and it said 858. see? you make me smile.) you are like clockwork. we hope you're like clockwork when you get here. your brother and sister were, and we thank God for that everyday.</div><div><br /></div><div>you were a surprise, doodle. and i'll be honest. it's taken some time to get used to the idea of you being in our family. our little family of four is going to change to a family of five. but we have really prayed that God would open our hearts. and that He did. you have your own room now, ready for your arrival. you have a carseat in the van, right next to goo's seat. (sorry, in advance.) i'm going to get a diaper bag this week. i think. you have diapers. a mommy who loves WATCHING you move all day long. a daddy that will be smitten with you the MINUTE he lays his eyes on you. and two siblings. OH MY, YOUR SIBLINGS.</div><div><br /></div><div>bigH. doodle, you have no idea what you're in for. this boy. this six years and nine months (to the day) little boy is ELATED about your arrival. he talks to you all day long. he tells everyone about you. he tells everyone your nickname and is *pretty* sure you're a boy. (we'll find out in 4 days.) he loves you to pieces. and we joke that he's such a baby whisperer. seriously, he's amazing with younger children. uh-may-zing. and he will be no different with you. daddy and i cannot wait to see him with you. you will be so loved on. you are so lucky and blessed. God has given you an incredible big brother. whether you're a girl or boy, you scored.</div><div><br /></div><div>goo. i don't know what to tell you. :) if you're a boy, it might take a while for goo to like you. she is really banking on you being a female. we'll see. we've prepared her as much as possible that there's a strong possibility you could be a boy. and she says no every time. it will probably take her a while to warm up to you. i think goo REALLY loves being the baby of the family. i think she senses your upcoming arrival. and with that, she's decided to finally get out of her bed. at night. in the morning. a lot. and her sass? oh, her sass. you're going to be sitting right next to her in the van, but i promise bigH will protect you, and i will do my best to make sure she doesn't put toys in your carseat. your sister in an amazing little girl. with a strong will. and an opinion about everything. and she is as funny as all get out. the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. and i guarantee she will make you laugh with all the random things she will say. but she will LOVE you like no other. like i said, you are so incredibly blessed and lucky to have bigH and goo as your older siblings. you will not need or want for ANYTHING. and you will be protected all the time. almost to a fault. </div><div><br /></div><div>your daddy. buz. oh my. ask ANYONE you meet who knows him. and they will tell you. they love him. ask people who don't know him, and they will tell you the same thing. doodle, your daddy is the most selfless man i know. he gives up everything for us. and you get to be part of that "us" now. it is such a honor to have him as our provider, our caretaker. he is crazy funny. and has the best quick and dry wit. he makes up stories, and H and G always reply "daaaaaaad." like they can't believe he's telling one of his dorky stories again. he gets home as soon as possible. he doesn't dilly dally one bit during the day because he knows that will set him back. he walks in the door, and your brother and sister whisper, "dad's home." and then they run like lightning to the garage door and pummel him, almost to the ground. he will play Legos with H for as long as H wants him. he's an awesome polly pocket partner. and he always tells your siblings, "i'll do that in a minute. first, i need to kiss mommy and see how her day was." every. day. he lets H and G watch show intros from the 70s on his iPhone while they take a bath. when i do the dishes, i hear spiderman and wonder woman theme songs from the 70s. and your siblings eat. him. up. he loves being with us outside when it's nice outside. or even when it's gross outside. he's DEFINITELY the one to go to if you want something extra special. i'm typically the buzz kill parent around here. it's ok. i own it. if you want "just one more," go to daddy. one more story. one more show. one more handful of goldfish. dad's your guy. you'll love him. when you get here, he's the one who will change your diaper before i nurse you. we have a system down that we still remember perfectly. he goes in your room, gets you out of your crib, changes your diaper, brings you to me. i nurse you in our room, and daddy and i have some of THE BEST CONVERSATIONS. when i'm finished, he falls asleep (insanely fast), i swaddle (i'm a swaddling maniac) you, and i take you back to your room. and then i nuzzle next to daddy, and we both power nap until the next three hour mark. we're tired. but we wouldn't change it for ANYTHING. we look forward to it.</div><div><br /></div><div>you're coming this friday morning. i'll be honest. it's cool that you're coming on the 30th. i was born on the 20th, goo was born on the 20th, h was born on the 30th. and now, you're going to be born on the 30th. i love it. dad was born on the 7th. but he's unique. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>i am really excited about you getting here and all of us finally getting to meet you. but i have to be honest, there are some things i'm going to miss.</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>feeling really cute in a swimsuit (guarantee this will NEVER happen again while i'm alive</li><li>bonding and connecting with you at night, just the two of us</li><li>going to the bathroom 19 times in an eight-hour time frame (no, wait. i will NOT miss that.)</li><li>having people constantly asking me about you.</li><li>feeling comfortable about my body; not self-conscious at all</li><li>seeing stretch marks and smiling about them</li><li>you bringing my best friend to town for a week </li><li>your arrival connecting me to some old friends</li><li>your arrival making my current friendships stronger and more meaningful</li><li>your existence being fun to talk about on twitter and facebook (i'll admit it -- it's shallow)</li><li>taking pictures of my belly in relation to other things (my laptop, my dinner, etc)</li><li>random people i don't know well being excited for us</li><li>wearing cute maternity clothes</li></ul><div>i know these sound so selfish and vain. but your existence gives me a confidence that i don't think i normally have. and i love it. you and i have a little bond that no one else does. we always will. i'm your mama. and i pray everyday that you and i will connect on such an incredible level. that the Lord will give us a special and unique relationship. that you will be best friends with H and G. and that you will have daddy wrapped around your little finger. (well, that's a no brainer.)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>we've got bedding for you. it's navy with white stars. i love it. plain and simple. we'll add a pink sheet and a pink lampshade and a pink changing table cover if you're a girl. if you're a boy we'll add green or red things to your room.</div><div><br /></div><div>one thing that has blown daddy and me away is the love and generosity from our friends and family. because you were SUCH a surprise, so many people wanted to do things for us. we had people send us baby stuff, loan us strollers, boppy pillows, burp cloths and blankets. people have said if you're a girl, they have clothes and the same if you're a boy. people even threw us a shower. some of my mommy's close friends came and celebrated you and me and loved on us and LAVISHED with nice things. some people have signed up to bring us meals when we get home. mommy's best friend is coming all the way from montana to celebrate my birthday with me as well as to help with you and goo so mommy can walk your older brother to school on the first day of school. we have gift cards, diapers, floor activity mats, and emails and facebook messages. i've got to spend some neat time lately with friends i haven't done a good job connecting with lately. but YOU have brought us together. daddy's brother's wife has asked if we need anything. just because. one of goo's friends' mommies has asked to have goo over for the day next week. just to give me a break. you have SO MANY PEOPLE who can't wait to meet you. who can't wait to know if you're a boy or a girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>we finally (last night) decided on names for you. better late than never, right? (4 days left) there is no doubt that you will be FULL OF PERSONALITY. you won't be able to help it. you've got two over the top siblings who will require it of you. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>doodle, if i forget to tell you on friday...i'm really glad you're about to be a part of our family. we love you already. welcome to life with the wisners. mwah.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKQzR3cL956AsLhFZz-sKlrPMJvbX9zfJf6l2VIWk5T3SKTb_Sp4j9MFNeQW_Fp2PDQMosHFWfHv7lhaZOVvrHvp-oAv6a2zw6MDyjojVg11M-876zL8QY-vH9sak2AP_AsIF/s1600/DSC_1946-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKQzR3cL956AsLhFZz-sKlrPMJvbX9zfJf6l2VIWk5T3SKTb_Sp4j9MFNeQW_Fp2PDQMosHFWfHv7lhaZOVvrHvp-oAv6a2zw6MDyjojVg11M-876zL8QY-vH9sak2AP_AsIF/s400/DSC_1946-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498434968679851154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKQzR3cL956AsLhFZz-sKlrPMJvbX9zfJf6l2VIWk5T3SKTb_Sp4j9MFNeQW_Fp2PDQMosHFWfHv7lhaZOVvrHvp-oAv6a2zw6MDyjojVg11M-876zL8QY-vH9sak2AP_AsIF/s1600/DSC_1946-Edit.jpg"></a>goo, me, and bigH</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQinEL1l9axICimidKy_owPUe2IZT2lLgfnF_S73ZmJeI1ZQGFqFTKJFx6y7bsLlRoeasnSee7KFqLc4GNu3TeP4QGBWiTSiFBy5cSBB4D7rW9okpSLMT6HohHd-3rQJz3f-cN/s1600/DSC_1932-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQinEL1l9axICimidKy_owPUe2IZT2lLgfnF_S73ZmJeI1ZQGFqFTKJFx6y7bsLlRoeasnSee7KFqLc4GNu3TeP4QGBWiTSiFBy5cSBB4D7rW9okpSLMT6HohHd-3rQJz3f-cN/s400/DSC_1932-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498434956660372562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>goo, daddy, and bigH</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2JFInic43eC9Dx_aZAltqcEAvNcVxvWj-6xjr1ryVrjv2wzbX8-u-ONHjkNy6HSUgwLqNlRZfdlhM9RF9a8XA4FAEcLwo2kQvG5_EeOrhChvaaoYUUPEoYGFKVfoozYT6Zj8/s1600/DSC_4831+2+8x10.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2JFInic43eC9Dx_aZAltqcEAvNcVxvWj-6xjr1ryVrjv2wzbX8-u-ONHjkNy6HSUgwLqNlRZfdlhM9RF9a8XA4FAEcLwo2kQvG5_EeOrhChvaaoYUUPEoYGFKVfoozYT6Zj8/s400/DSC_4831+2+8x10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498438656952041746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2JFInic43eC9Dx_aZAltqcEAvNcVxvWj-6xjr1ryVrjv2wzbX8-u-ONHjkNy6HSUgwLqNlRZfdlhM9RF9a8XA4FAEcLwo2kQvG5_EeOrhChvaaoYUUPEoYGFKVfoozYT6Zj8/s1600/DSC_4831+2+8x10.jpg"></a>all of us at christmas (photo taken by mommy's friend chrys' husband mike)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7F2m4BTFLgYjJuu0cTpSzA1uj_DbWLzO52AZZpxvoPMfRxwSPBded8zdR1CIks0S8GKNwqxcbntZUqKTRigzhbSVHg7nVCIqyesAkmGyKIoiv1HCW85YuIbyKXlt3sHRqrOW/s1600/DSC_3043.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7F2m4BTFLgYjJuu0cTpSzA1uj_DbWLzO52AZZpxvoPMfRxwSPBded8zdR1CIks0S8GKNwqxcbntZUqKTRigzhbSVHg7nVCIqyesAkmGyKIoiv1HCW85YuIbyKXlt3sHRqrOW/s400/DSC_3043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498438642760791154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7F2m4BTFLgYjJuu0cTpSzA1uj_DbWLzO52AZZpxvoPMfRxwSPBded8zdR1CIks0S8GKNwqxcbntZUqKTRigzhbSVHg7nVCIqyesAkmGyKIoiv1HCW85YuIbyKXlt3sHRqrOW/s1600/DSC_3043.jpg"></a>goo and bigH</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvgoJeO_4q7BdcfTtAvKK46QVt1Quxukw72k8fLcEqZHT1DIX-ppZvY1eDD9QXvgFlOByviRQ8l9LoalYFlIXzD6GcYr8vYHsV-Ys53NRC19uDxfv3GH7K7ToaKs-Ch8NJpC8/s1600/canon+027.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvgoJeO_4q7BdcfTtAvKK46QVt1Quxukw72k8fLcEqZHT1DIX-ppZvY1eDD9QXvgFlOByviRQ8l9LoalYFlIXzD6GcYr8vYHsV-Ys53NRC19uDxfv3GH7K7ToaKs-Ch8NJpC8/s400/canon+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498438636306660594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflMoOS-HQyp1Jz7YJMz3js2se3IoMuiScnD2LMvxCMymQ5slfyiNN93OvZgtlployqV3C2-Ieia9QB1tVRSJJRJaRqvX4cBBTa9nMef-FTm7JReQUgMZZXUNKip5BgLph8TNT/s1600/032710-6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflMoOS-HQyp1Jz7YJMz3js2se3IoMuiScnD2LMvxCMymQ5slfyiNN93OvZgtlployqV3C2-Ieia9QB1tVRSJJRJaRqvX4cBBTa9nMef-FTm7JReQUgMZZXUNKip5BgLph8TNT/s400/032710-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498438626914643186" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-39751964398794120962010-07-02T19:06:00.000-07:002010-07-02T19:29:44.206-07:00freaking awesome hairso my friend <a href="http://theoneaboutus.wordpress.com/">jenny</a>.<div><br /></div><div>had a baby girl several (4?) months ago. and i hadn't had a chance to get my hands on her until a couple of weeks ago. we <i>were</i> going to do some family pictures. </div><div><br /></div><div>but then we both remembered we live in DALLAS. and DALLAS in JULY. well, sweaty pictures are NOT cute. at all. </div><div><br /></div><div>so we decided on just some casual and fun summer pictures in the park.</div><div><br /></div><div>casual and fun? doesn't equal any less FREAKING HOT. seems my friend jenny doesn't sweat, though. (hate her. not really.) people who don't sweat really intrigue me. irritate me too.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway, i got to enjoy a fun morning with her and her kiddos. </div><div><br /></div><div>sidenote: i was approximately thirty-four weeks pregnant this certain morning. which wasn't a big deal. except for the fact that forty-eight hours after spending the morning with them, my LARGE PREGNANT body showed up covered in chigger bites. in extremely intimate places. EXTREMELY INTIMATE places. as my mom likes to say...TMI. sorry.</div><div><br /></div><div>luckily, her family all managed to escape the chiggers. whew.</div><div><br /></div><div>seriously, we had such a good time. they got to go meet daddy for lunch afterwards. and i got to go shower. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPIS4XdS3xze_3_6NqHSW95NpJyNGdkzZj_JZKdBVllUzHVHNTrRzhurXTb7c_vpyJPXr68NIDKIwxO7WT3Nzut4INZ-lxPIcj7q7-G6fW7k-Hy1ZTPpPyhBe34wzEBVjJyzO/s1600/DSC_1493-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPIS4XdS3xze_3_6NqHSW95NpJyNGdkzZj_JZKdBVllUzHVHNTrRzhurXTb7c_vpyJPXr68NIDKIwxO7WT3Nzut4INZ-lxPIcj7q7-G6fW7k-Hy1ZTPpPyhBe34wzEBVjJyzO/s400/DSC_1493-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489499636808846338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPIS4XdS3xze_3_6NqHSW95NpJyNGdkzZj_JZKdBVllUzHVHNTrRzhurXTb7c_vpyJPXr68NIDKIwxO7WT3Nzut4INZ-lxPIcj7q7-G6fW7k-Hy1ZTPpPyhBe34wzEBVjJyzO/s1600/DSC_1493-Edit.jpg"></a>when it was all over, they definitely deserved a sucker. but only if they would tell me how old they were.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIuVPKa9VXEtZp0tTkP51VX2kkmFX_DHNA-7K4Ozd7nZf1md8wiEnvpUFkposqS-rjDI0WfElSDqtQmYEEHUopbpqq8JmpuhOK5zlS-K2iGb4EJufWfrE-7WSAqMITo88Xf-o/s1600/DSC_1461-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIuVPKa9VXEtZp0tTkP51VX2kkmFX_DHNA-7K4Ozd7nZf1md8wiEnvpUFkposqS-rjDI0WfElSDqtQmYEEHUopbpqq8JmpuhOK5zlS-K2iGb4EJufWfrE-7WSAqMITo88Xf-o/s400/DSC_1461-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489499629893001970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIuVPKa9VXEtZp0tTkP51VX2kkmFX_DHNA-7K4Ozd7nZf1md8wiEnvpUFkposqS-rjDI0WfElSDqtQmYEEHUopbpqq8JmpuhOK5zlS-K2iGb4EJufWfrE-7WSAqMITo88Xf-o/s1600/DSC_1461-Edit.jpg"></a>they truly adore each other. so much fun.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipOirm7ibypnZ9EQKHPanIh_IU9z3_I_HunxvfEaZ94NFSuF4skKevvp03RBMcqovjRnana8GNew595UiwYhrEQAdardhg0xr2VQ9ELCOpfphL0F1A3e4x1DLQM68fSMPauohF/s1600/DSC_1442-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipOirm7ibypnZ9EQKHPanIh_IU9z3_I_HunxvfEaZ94NFSuF4skKevvp03RBMcqovjRnana8GNew595UiwYhrEQAdardhg0xr2VQ9ELCOpfphL0F1A3e4x1DLQM68fSMPauohF/s400/DSC_1442-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489499621702021698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipOirm7ibypnZ9EQKHPanIh_IU9z3_I_HunxvfEaZ94NFSuF4skKevvp03RBMcqovjRnana8GNew595UiwYhrEQAdardhg0xr2VQ9ELCOpfphL0F1A3e4x1DLQM68fSMPauohF/s1600/DSC_1442-Edit.jpg"></a>and REALLY love their mama.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OffHm-xjJ_iiDnduCOzJBx20fBJG7Ni3HFQWev3LfQCAhJRytLMjL3-rC7J8jFLdL2YVreKy2zENxUt7IlK6oYqfG81ETUUY8d5TBzcEYVLqq1sgArMRG9rgHz9AgDEG966W/s1600/DSC_1378-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OffHm-xjJ_iiDnduCOzJBx20fBJG7Ni3HFQWev3LfQCAhJRytLMjL3-rC7J8jFLdL2YVreKy2zENxUt7IlK6oYqfG81ETUUY8d5TBzcEYVLqq1sgArMRG9rgHz9AgDEG966W/s400/DSC_1378-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489499614181702162" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicH4jEjvTdkqzdQhRaN84yslOlesnymd6iyZMpHLnaC7knXDJ4ATFQ4RiK-zDPBxczH30TuMpWCUq6NlDGydt43bNwfZzzTkzPucvD0iqwwO3XM4AlO9lAIKORRQ0BpxdbMEut/s1600/DSC_1336.jpg"></a>um, hello beautiful.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk51wfocy7a_B6pXsetA8GMG52sLzjyhT2WE2WbGB0E1zs10wbmIBgVFe8JBAV2LKevbSO4pSQ8cPd6SotN1YfGUeHunLGIJ9iOMHbxSkNmhuW7MGN7r7wHGSAKPAdPpFeVrkK/s1600/DSC_1276-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk51wfocy7a_B6pXsetA8GMG52sLzjyhT2WE2WbGB0E1zs10wbmIBgVFe8JBAV2LKevbSO4pSQ8cPd6SotN1YfGUeHunLGIJ9iOMHbxSkNmhuW7MGN7r7wHGSAKPAdPpFeVrkK/s400/DSC_1276-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489498948133610130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzZC1eMUcminnXpgzvYRjiIiZfUsz4_8WrxsgH5p3XecLnAlhEa4-BSf3I9uuXrEr1MDGwBh6BMkjxDB819aFak5P9NNJYqwb1LgtSHIqVajhd9y2zCbgl8x4Sf5TnINjwyj-/s1600/DSC_1269-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzZC1eMUcminnXpgzvYRjiIiZfUsz4_8WrxsgH5p3XecLnAlhEa4-BSf3I9uuXrEr1MDGwBh6BMkjxDB819aFak5P9NNJYqwb1LgtSHIqVajhd9y2zCbgl8x4Sf5TnINjwyj-/s400/DSC_1269-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489498940774987650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjMIpFSieehS8NJ3wesuoO68MUGl0uS6lUzAwRQulOY3pk2Mpdhpbiq7ZurhIVuIQMnPistfssNuGr-FIEsa5b7QJwfqCYVfGGB8NtYms23I_21MWvZLR5yZg5YxybkFAkXgC/s1600/DSC_1245-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjMIpFSieehS8NJ3wesuoO68MUGl0uS6lUzAwRQulOY3pk2Mpdhpbiq7ZurhIVuIQMnPistfssNuGr-FIEsa5b7QJwfqCYVfGGB8NtYms23I_21MWvZLR5yZg5YxybkFAkXgC/s400/DSC_1245-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489498932622505698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>thank you, fun jenny. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-54093671120844959732010-06-20T20:29:00.000-07:002010-06-20T22:27:53.608-07:00happy fathers dayso...<div><br /></div><div>a very special friend of mine lost her daddy this year. she has three little girls and a rad husband. and one of the things she told me that she missed the most was photos of her dad with her children.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>this year, i was DETERMINED to start taking photos with my parents (and hopefully in-laws when they come for baby3's arrival).</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>it's taken me a while. but i started today. thank you, lauren, for encouraging me and inspiring me.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LWHVOFXDHuoLLiHh9yshTgtvN90rO_-jr36qKvKASf-_Ga1frTIFvUx2JWKyETJeQMfJmlMZmmo4-illwNf4LuZx9nzcofmUPEsvWNvluzQvgnwzvvHnnMvASLOHRt14E_Qb/s1600/DSC_1500-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LWHVOFXDHuoLLiHh9yshTgtvN90rO_-jr36qKvKASf-_Ga1frTIFvUx2JWKyETJeQMfJmlMZmmo4-illwNf4LuZx9nzcofmUPEsvWNvluzQvgnwzvvHnnMvASLOHRt14E_Qb/s400/DSC_1500-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485066769862697106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xep7YR-qnKk6ak_0B7ojiymkGItqBiUDP1iSSs9l4Ua34saE8pHSPjq9f8tbhGPna94btoHiNPN0ghBYAHwbQxzv1YuJemqdpMoSFS7cDx9GbL_jlctJm7RK7wliDC2M3U2e/s1600/DSC_1511-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xep7YR-qnKk6ak_0B7ojiymkGItqBiUDP1iSSs9l4Ua34saE8pHSPjq9f8tbhGPna94btoHiNPN0ghBYAHwbQxzv1YuJemqdpMoSFS7cDx9GbL_jlctJm7RK7wliDC2M3U2e/s400/DSC_1511-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485066780760322658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-TDRymTtTsNDIN9DRTuUBA0rr4qAwl0kumPXfNDseXy0ADRE-gCX5AElBkDb2y_W2fz9r_8az3k6MjBrgCzLmWwEizLL3IRgdn5AwcGKurERbrN857lZQ_ykjah6FnP1j-93/s1600/DSC_1518-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-TDRymTtTsNDIN9DRTuUBA0rr4qAwl0kumPXfNDseXy0ADRE-gCX5AElBkDb2y_W2fz9r_8az3k6MjBrgCzLmWwEizLL3IRgdn5AwcGKurERbrN857lZQ_ykjah6FnP1j-93/s400/DSC_1518-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485066796639832514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>can we pause for a moment and talk about how cute my dad is?</div><div><br /></div><div>*moment of silence for cuteness*</div><div><br /></div><div>and today my kiddos got to celebrate buz. big h got him an ironman t-shirt. (of COURSE he did.) and buz loved it. (of COURSE he did.) goo got him a new swimsuit. and told him about it beforehand. which made big h mad. oh well. and i got him a new nike watch. we went to church. then out to lunch with my parents. then, rest time. then, i had the brilliant idea of going to the pool as a family after rest time. and having "dinner" there. everyone was all for it. got there at 530pm. and realized it closes at 6 on sundays. </div><div><br /></div><div>i rock.</div><div><br /></div><div>so we left, got $1 hot dogs and sno cones. came home and got jammies and snuggled with popcorn and a movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>couldn't even TRY to begin to describe in words what a freaking rockstar of a daddy buz is. big h literally ADORES him. goo has this quiet little special place in her heart for him. like she KNOWS what to look for in a husband. and doodle has NO IDEA what he/she is in for. so incredibly lucky.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHDIMAXXh1ks_WJxFWSG_51zCH2tFhWSUe3lb20CQ3013FIoCqaafUpJ1AiNdivZfHPGD30lZZ8KFyU4PtAtUjwa_VFpt9AS_oeY9dlt4CY9GaJEolT5iLeXJ3bGdL4oTyroH/s1600/DSC_1528-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHDIMAXXh1ks_WJxFWSG_51zCH2tFhWSUe3lb20CQ3013FIoCqaafUpJ1AiNdivZfHPGD30lZZ8KFyU4PtAtUjwa_VFpt9AS_oeY9dlt4CY9GaJEolT5iLeXJ3bGdL4oTyroH/s400/DSC_1528-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485093094300561922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>love you, big ace. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaM3WM_lhVg604_B7mHDUidNS5w2B_Md8LtMg_4nBqF1m2XuGKkwnhGJLEr76NPY_49m7rMaY16nUhyphenhyphenFwJzx0kofAPSjso3FbGGDTWJWewccyfRW4nd3ek_c5_mhgqqN-qIxZ/s1600/DSC_1502-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaM3WM_lhVg604_B7mHDUidNS5w2B_Md8LtMg_4nBqF1m2XuGKkwnhGJLEr76NPY_49m7rMaY16nUhyphenhyphenFwJzx0kofAPSjso3FbGGDTWJWewccyfRW4nd3ek_c5_mhgqqN-qIxZ/s400/DSC_1502-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485092694142582434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>love you, buz.</div><div><br /></div><div>oh, and on fathers' day? bigH revealed that one of his teeth felt "a little funny." and then i realized it was a bit loose. or "wiggly."</div><div><br /></div><div>he has been on cloud 9 all day just HOPING it will fall out. so we had to photograph his mouth one last time before the first falls out.</div><div><br /></div><div>i won't lie. i cried today. one more milestone that proves big H is NOT a baby.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jXGhXlHPM44arHhGpqE-vzouS3tdMxDPR7XoiLTJgqBa3myp7iolQMRrKYHvbF10ZOaSWaKMrTBBll2z9d6CuacEQhJiJ0-fMymEI1KgVxXw2veE2VVLlnVBAUCwSw7BtoQC/s1600/DSC_1536-Edit.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jXGhXlHPM44arHhGpqE-vzouS3tdMxDPR7XoiLTJgqBa3myp7iolQMRrKYHvbF10ZOaSWaKMrTBBll2z9d6CuacEQhJiJ0-fMymEI1KgVxXw2veE2VVLlnVBAUCwSw7BtoQC/s400/DSC_1536-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485093821883308034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-29105800025556143582010-06-03T10:57:00.000-07:002010-06-03T21:18:27.307-07:00on the eve of the last day of kindergartenoh my goodness.<div><br /></div><div>tomorrow. june 4 2010.</div><div><br /></div><div>is my little man's last day of kindergarten.</div><div><br /></div><div>(prepare yourself. i have a tendency to be a *bit* dramatic. easy, buz.)</div><div><br /></div><div>i was a mess today. this morning was big h's kindergarten graduation. i know. kindergarten. puh-lease. i used to be that mom who said to herself, "whatever. preschool graduation. kindergarten graduation? give me a break. that is ridiculous."</div><div><br /></div><div>again. here i am at that point SO GLAD they had their little graduation. </div><div><br /></div><div>because this picture?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-s6gC0fibCANyj8o52wzB706VnOmXscuEx2Xl1tgjH6nx-twH5Axj29lzFTTv8JIBRwSKSNUpMP7H470c4DDIlfVlOAaPSLgADF_OCY2IOlK5KXiPnbAE1RyiphW8arXEFPm/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-s6gC0fibCANyj8o52wzB706VnOmXscuEx2Xl1tgjH6nx-twH5Axj29lzFTTv8JIBRwSKSNUpMP7H470c4DDIlfVlOAaPSLgADF_OCY2IOlK5KXiPnbAE1RyiphW8arXEFPm/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478766267195897682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>well, it just about DID. ME. IN.</div><div><br /></div><div>didn't i just deliver him? wasn't he just pitching a fit outside the lame music class at the local rec center? wasn't i just sitting with him learning how to write his letters?</div><div><br /></div><div>and now he's walking down a center aisle of a cute, little elementary cafeteria-turned-auditorium to pomp and circumstance with an ENORMOUS grin on his face.</div><div><br /></div><div>and i held it together. i didn't do the ugly cry. i DID, however, do the almost cry. and i looked at the front of the room and watched his teacher, mrs. b, and i marveled at what a year this has been.</div><div><br /></div><div>for six and a half years now, buz and i have been praying for big h. for all sorts of things. for his future wife. for when he'll truly meet Jesus and ask Him to be his Savior. for what his overall character will look like. but we've prayed very specifically for his first school friend. and for his first teacher. and by first school friend and teacher, i mean <b><i>school</i></b>. not mothers' day out. not preschool. but hard core school. i've always known i wouldn't homeschool. and we've certainly known that unless God performed a modern day miracle, our children wouldn't go to private school. so public school it was. </div><div><br /></div><div>FYI: public school requires a lot of faith and trust.</div><div><br /></div><div>and i've had so much fear. so much anxiety. and so i've prayed so diligently that the Lord would wrap His enormous arms around my little man and around my heart. </div><div><br /></div><div>and that He did.</div><div><br /></div><div>first of all, big h had a rough start to school. was picked on a little bit. was teased a little bit. pegged in the face with sticks. (nice. not sure the last time i've seen buz that angry.) but we had a little meeting with his God-send teacher, mrs. b, about our frustrations and our worries and our concerns. and our desire to partner with her in advocating on his behalf.</div><div><br /></div><div>and one of the main things that stuck out is when she said, "let him know that i am his safe person. i am here to hear all of the scary things about school. i want him to tell me anything he's worried about. i want him to tell me anything he's excited about. i want him to feel safe with me."</div><div><br /></div><div>that phrase has been a cornerstone for him this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>and when she said he could tell her anything...well, he took that quite literally. she knew when we had chipotle. she knew when goo and i went to get pedicures. she knew when we went to visit my parents. she knew when we ordered pizza on friday nights and watched movies. everything. and big h is like his mama...he's a details kid. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>bless her heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>moment of silence for what a rock star she is.</div><div><br /></div><div>oh, and the icing on the cake? yeah, we found out she knows Jesus.</div><div><br /></div><div>hand clapping right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>so throughout this past year, she has truly been big h's safe person. he trusts her like family, respects her like family, loves her like family. and he actually asked her over for dinner, but i was worried that was crossing the line.</div><div><br /></div><div>she and i have had so many wonderful conversations. about him. about her. about goo. (she swears she won't retire until she has goo. i continually ask her if she's up to the challenge.)</div><div><br /></div><div>to say we've been blessed is quite the understatement.</div><div><br /></div><div>AND we prayed for at least ONE friend. and one friend he got. oh my word, he ADORES his best buddy. it just so happens that his mom is the first person who spoke to me at school. i was coming out of the classroom on day 2, and she asked me which child was mine. i told her, and she introduced herself. little did we know that our boys would be the best of friends. and he is an amazing kid. loves big h. big h LOVES him. and they don't get into trouble. they don't argue. they just talk legos and star wars. and this summer, they get to go to lego camp together. </div><div><br /></div><div>thank you, Jesus, for the provisions this year. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>dear big h,</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i can't even begin to describe the feelings going on inside me today. so hard to believe that tomorrow is your last day of kindergarten. i could not be more FULL OF PRIDE as i am right now. what an incredible young man you are. you are a leader. one of our rules at the beginning of school was, "you don't have to be friends with everyone, but you have to be friendly to everyone." and you really took that straight to heart.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>every morning, at 725am, you and i set out the front door for school, two blocks away. and it was definitely one of two of my favorite times of the day. it was just the two of us. we would talk about what you were going to do that day. what your job would be. who you'd play with. what field trip you'd go on. what super hero you'd pretend to be at recess. if mrs. b would be there or not. and if she wasn't there, we would wonder where she would be. we would get to the corner where the school was, and we'd take the "short cut." which is funny because it's not shorter at all. it's just the wheelchair ramp, and you thought it was cool to go that way. and i would go with you because, well, that was more time with you. we'd get to the end of the ramp, and i'd say "you wanna start or finish?" and either you'd start by praying or you'd finish by adding your two cents and saying amen. we'd get to the front door, say amen, and i'd say every morning, "i love you buddy. i'm proud of you. have a great day. i can't wait until 245." and you'd hug and kiss me back and say, "love you mom." and then, i'd watch you walk into school with a huge smile on your face and say hello to all of the staff members who happen to be outside in the morning. and i'd walk home being so grateful that we're pals. that i got to have those ten minutes with you. those precious ten minutes.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>and then, to be honest, some days would DRAG on. and i literally couldn't wait until 245. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i'd get there early. and i would stand by that tree, hoping not to sweat, and be ready. and everyday, that door would open, and i'd see your face, and you'd run out to me and almost plow me over with your huge hug. (i'll admit it -- i cried on the first day when you ran out there. i couldn't believe how much i'd missed you.) lately, i turn a little bit because you come at me at full speed, and doodle (the baby in my tummy) takes a quick punch to the gut if i don't turn. :) but he/she doesn't mind. and neither do i. and sometimes mrs. b would be at the door, and we'd talk. which was always a highlight of my day. and on days that goo was in school, she'd come with me to get you. and you'd run straight to her (who was usually dressed in some form of costume -- can't imagine how embarrassed you must have been). and others would comment on how neat that was. and i would beam. we'd either walk to the car or walk home. and i would say everyday, "man, i missed you buddy. how was your day???" and you'd respond with "good." and i used to think that's all i would get. but if i was patient enough, i'd get a play-by-play. and while you were giving it to me, i'd text dad with, "if i forget...the best part of my day is happening right now."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>you learned so much this year. you learned how to make all your lowercase letters. really well. you learned to read. you learned to do math. you learned to do story/word problems. you loved going to art, music, and PE. you are such a rule follower that you never once didn't wear your tennis shoes because "mom, you have to wear tennis shoes at PE, and what if we went to PE and i was wearing my crocs??" :)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>you wrote in a journal. you were kind to "friends" who weren't kind back. you had a great relationship with mrs. b. she thinks you're hot snot. you made friends well. you talked about legos nonstop. you developed a love for star wars. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i can't begin to tell you how proud i am of you. what an amazing kid you are. God has designed with such a unique purpose, and i love watching you think and care and learn. i consider it a true joy to get to be your mom. thank you. i hope tomorrow's a great day for you.</i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZLf3InIajZ5M3mOM9JNMEs2h8dbocbjJH8p3hDE9ACazFjO7u2R8hpnfztjUaEnM-vlE6TxrYd-qzSHTJ3-aXV9vZkyuNezmm-NQI_CJQPIXxcl18TuovLnIln-CV0i_VKgC/s1600/DSC_8587.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZLf3InIajZ5M3mOM9JNMEs2h8dbocbjJH8p3hDE9ACazFjO7u2R8hpnfztjUaEnM-vlE6TxrYd-qzSHTJ3-aXV9vZkyuNezmm-NQI_CJQPIXxcl18TuovLnIln-CV0i_VKgC/s400/DSC_8587.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478760865836186770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JTOmt48T56UR1AzjW8BWEfMzZ3nyN7j2j4B875EZ-ncQPaSAi_8i3i8ZA-xGONVnf092RuK27AF7Sv4vIM8fADggaAVxKlUpZQItaQpH8c5TOh7F9wlxtUkfml03ebDAx_Ld/s1600/20100512-DSC_0164-Edit.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JTOmt48T56UR1AzjW8BWEfMzZ3nyN7j2j4B875EZ-ncQPaSAi_8i3i8ZA-xGONVnf092RuK27AF7Sv4vIM8fADggaAVxKlUpZQItaQpH8c5TOh7F9wlxtUkfml03ebDAx_Ld/s400/20100512-DSC_0164-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478760857789227298" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8JTOmt48T56UR1AzjW8BWEfMzZ3nyN7j2j4B875EZ-ncQPaSAi_8i3i8ZA-xGONVnf092RuK27AF7Sv4vIM8fADggaAVxKlUpZQItaQpH8c5TOh7F9wlxtUkfml03ebDAx_Ld/s1600/20100512-DSC_0164-Edit.jpg"></a>sweet mrs. b. um, LOVE her.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiir3yL2kUww5b-GDoNwM2cw76sm1zbWSom4KpwbkgesRv8OfYCy8PRDQkgPnt4PVJ2JE00dkv-hJ3Zjo2u_vCUvsH0iIebUGbVI4x0retgSkkMJMC2QQ8n2axwgKYvdNegpCUn/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiir3yL2kUww5b-GDoNwM2cw76sm1zbWSom4KpwbkgesRv8OfYCy8PRDQkgPnt4PVJ2JE00dkv-hJ3Zjo2u_vCUvsH0iIebUGbVI4x0retgSkkMJMC2QQ8n2axwgKYvdNegpCUn/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478760847089078754" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiir3yL2kUww5b-GDoNwM2cw76sm1zbWSom4KpwbkgesRv8OfYCy8PRDQkgPnt4PVJ2JE00dkv-hJ3Zjo2u_vCUvsH0iIebUGbVI4x0retgSkkMJMC2QQ8n2axwgKYvdNegpCUn/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG"></a>your best buddy.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVmu9zGqrdPzAWcSUDQJymdyH0Gz7yBa0W_4eyxLi2xysHT22G_VjuFA8ZEzn1utiMHdEEXdRrhjWisK6bB4ZlnjtfTXxCfPd_pnTU82LNrYmg9TEut9KoJBUUoHUiY3bDcHU4/s1600/IMG_1180.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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(so i don't forget...she was SO INCREDIBLY SAD when we had to leave and you got to stay.)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHh-caLQKscADakhDTYWh1HZZDbyXFCA5MRBjcAbhNRoF0gbq_YyH3XF_yN1vzn8vR2aQhZbFgMygPPA_ok108rnU6q5wz-16nIGzs8mAKWhIXUCMLLv4d0ynO6wy3013YVc1/s1600/DSC_3169.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHh-caLQKscADakhDTYWh1HZZDbyXFCA5MRBjcAbhNRoF0gbq_YyH3XF_yN1vzn8vR2aQhZbFgMygPPA_ok108rnU6q5wz-16nIGzs8mAKWhIXUCMLLv4d0ynO6wy3013YVc1/s400/DSC_3169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478755179166485778" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHh-caLQKscADakhDTYWh1HZZDbyXFCA5MRBjcAbhNRoF0gbq_YyH3XF_yN1vzn8vR2aQhZbFgMygPPA_ok108rnU6q5wz-16nIGzs8mAKWhIXUCMLLv4d0ynO6wy3013YVc1/s1600/DSC_3169.jpg"></a>your super handsome smile. love it so much. see it SO REGULARLY.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6NQ4x2f4muC6-HK_VO9TAwLFiEQWl62bh1HTLFcj8YhLIHX-hJx23-IJwM0z7nTcn60qdKblCGrQ2Za2-w85V8v4mLj8rI_0eTF8vUXoGvyvuKDFznYIndXyTUuEY8RIahHB/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6NQ4x2f4muC6-HK_VO9TAwLFiEQWl62bh1HTLFcj8YhLIHX-hJx23-IJwM0z7nTcn60qdKblCGrQ2Za2-w85V8v4mLj8rI_0eTF8vUXoGvyvuKDFznYIndXyTUuEY8RIahHB/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478755169050152082" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6NQ4x2f4muC6-HK_VO9TAwLFiEQWl62bh1HTLFcj8YhLIHX-hJx23-IJwM0z7nTcn60qdKblCGrQ2Za2-w85V8v4mLj8rI_0eTF8vUXoGvyvuKDFznYIndXyTUuEY8RIahHB/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"></a>the first time i brought you lunch at school.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFb_jLx20S2j4jbn3OhOxGvx2s1El31Oh68JfjRw6K1nhoV48N2n7_8ouEKLagyApZhTchmevg6Bn4QMZwadFHURlzROo-0rx7-qUptpN6bIbWLmvmFZuGTqAWVS04ADzYS0wN/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFb_jLx20S2j4jbn3OhOxGvx2s1El31Oh68JfjRw6K1nhoV48N2n7_8ouEKLagyApZhTchmevg6Bn4QMZwadFHURlzROo-0rx7-qUptpN6bIbWLmvmFZuGTqAWVS04ADzYS0wN/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478755164100405602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJMOQd_puMIRNGXVmojjSsM-ECvAhfw__LbWdV5qxFCYNq2YtGsDw9ryZHlZbM4eFKCpc_2LFdZnfkrEUQtbpmTx3pL8nUlP9DTsyXM_yRefjFx11-tBWNJVNyD0H663N4ju9/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJMOQd_puMIRNGXVmojjSsM-ECvAhfw__LbWdV5qxFCYNq2YtGsDw9ryZHlZbM4eFKCpc_2LFdZnfkrEUQtbpmTx3pL8nUlP9DTsyXM_yRefjFx11-tBWNJVNyD0H663N4ju9/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478755160265936146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJMOQd_puMIRNGXVmojjSsM-ECvAhfw__LbWdV5qxFCYNq2YtGsDw9ryZHlZbM4eFKCpc_2LFdZnfkrEUQtbpmTx3pL8nUlP9DTsyXM_yRefjFx11-tBWNJVNyD0H663N4ju9/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG"></a>one of the first times goo came with me to drop you off. she said, "i will miss you a yot. i yub you." and cue my melting heart.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbHTb3DMZ6L8QMHF_ZS-pnsMAUrSj4mAFjeEDsPMjaqswVT0zFvauINTMqbMjCYeWuFGVDap-7u4YE2NrQnOtiNimIG4T56x6JFqUpqMVy8GXCh4J9X0VVp3UQvnzGaH3g3iKY/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbHTb3DMZ6L8QMHF_ZS-pnsMAUrSj4mAFjeEDsPMjaqswVT0zFvauINTMqbMjCYeWuFGVDap-7u4YE2NrQnOtiNimIG4T56x6JFqUpqMVy8GXCh4J9X0VVp3UQvnzGaH3g3iKY/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478766272874560450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-44620844288078759432010-03-08T16:14:00.000-08:002010-04-23T22:31:22.410-07:00what not<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hi. how are ya?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it's me. janet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">remember?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i'll give you a minute.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">remember?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i've been off the blogging bandwagon. blogging just wasn't and hasn't been fun. and i didn't want to do anything that wasn't enjoyable. i would sit in the corner where my computer was. and moan and groan about being over there. i didn't want to post pictures or try to think of anything to write. not that there WASN'T anything to write about.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">because OH. MY. WORD. at all the blogging fodder going on in our home right now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i just didn't want to. i wanted to sit with buz and watch shows together. i wanted to play polly pockets with goo. i wanted to build a sweet lego space ship with big h. or if big h was at school and goo was napping? i wanted to enjoy the silence and stillness.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i even got a new computer. a laptop. to encourage me to blog. still. haven't wanted to.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but i'm hoping to jump back on. but please don't feel the urge to "hold me accountable." i don't know if i can take the pressure.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">again...not that there isn't anything to blog about.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">nope. not like our SURPRISE PREGNANCY.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">we’re having a baby probably in july. i say probably because i’m due august 8, but i’ve never gone past thirty-eight weeks. so probably july. yeah, goo’s birthday is in july too. and yes, july IS one THE HOTTEST MONTHS of the entire year. i’m just not destined to wear winter maternity clothes. oh well. poor summer janet.</span></span></i></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and for the record, this will be our last child. our. last. child.</span></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">big h is beside himself. he is so excited to have a baby at our house. he’s told everyone he knows. and some that he doesn’t know. lots of strangers who’s in my belly.</span></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">goo? well, she’s neither here or there. which basically sums up goo in general lately.</span></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></span></i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">buz and i? are getting there. this was a *bit* of a surprise, so it’s taking us a while to wrap our brains around the fact that we’re going to have THREE children. more children than parents. heavens. and we consigned every. last. thing after goo was born so our inventory of baby items is at what we like to call </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">an all-time low</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. but we’ve heard that with each kid you have, you need fewer and fewer “things.” so we’re trusting that theory.</span></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or the fact that i got rid of my FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD 4Runner and got a minivan.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that big h LOVES kindergarten.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that goo got a new big girl bed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that she is a total pill at age three.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that i ran a 5K and 10K before christmas.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that i went to montana in march to surprise my best friend kelly.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i can't believe it. in our twenty-eight years of friendship, i have NEVER surprised her before. but i did last month. it was awesome.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i have been wanting to spend time with her for so long. but with tickets in the $700s, it's tough to do. i happened to be on travelocity's website, and there was a flight from dallas flying directly into her city. unheard of. for less than $250. even more unheard of. so i bought it. the week before i flew out. talked to her husband, who was all for it. buz said sure. my parents said they could watch H&G. and so i did it.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i had a friend of hers pick me up from the airport. i called joe (kelly's husband), and he said she was out running some errands. he told me the name of one of the stores where she might be. so i walked in, spotted her, and just stood in front of her for a minute. until she noticed.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and she started crying.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">which i've seen happen TWICE (?) since i've known her.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i count that as a HUGE success. she left her stuff at the store and we headed next door for some mexican food. which was awesome. we purchased stuff at the store. and then went and ran errands together. like we lived in the same town or something.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it was perfectly awesome.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">we've just hung out for several days. we went to church. she worked the nursery. i sat with joe. we went and visited her grandmother. we had dinner at a mongolian bbq place. we went to target, ross, and tjmaxx. she went to work one day, and i slept in, watched the today show, ate lunch with her on her lunch break, went to target again, went and bought big h a sweatshirt. and it was PERFECTION. because? because there was no catching up to do. just life to live. together.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that i photographed my sweet friend's birth several weeks ago. her FOURTH child. i KNOW.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i can't even begin to tell you what an honor it is to do this. first of all, the miracle of life. wow, God is so incredible with the intricate details. but being able to share in this moment with a close friend? indescribable. thank you, casey and martin for letting me be a part of such a huge day for you. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">again.</span></span></b></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVR3Km7tnCgWYSmqaHhN5Toj2J46qTooZ2fRCtIToiG2tL9tJ21pmkpQARF5WK89EiDE_kB8iB9KyfoHRDzWzF2VbJ8xxD7gNgfyE0SfN9eGTOYUjC__S3XY7eyyThh1FEU-XT/s1600/olivia+smith+delivery-141.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVR3Km7tnCgWYSmqaHhN5Toj2J46qTooZ2fRCtIToiG2tL9tJ21pmkpQARF5WK89EiDE_kB8iB9KyfoHRDzWzF2VbJ8xxD7gNgfyE0SfN9eGTOYUjC__S3XY7eyyThh1FEU-XT/s400/olivia+smith+delivery-141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463568491539015298" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sneak peak of little miss O.</span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or that i just got back from a trip to florida with some of my closest friends.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">please go read </span></span></i><a href="http://tisha.squarespace.com/blog/2010/4/23/focus-in-florida.html"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this</span></span></i></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. or </span></span></i><a href="http://aricandcasey.com/blog/?p=781"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this</span></span></i></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. or </span></span></i><a href="http://www.janschillphotoblog.com/?p=1705"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this</span></span></i></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. or </span></span></i><a href="http://meaghanelliott.com/wordpress/2010/04/23/focus-2010/"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this</span></span></i></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i realize i'm taking the easy way out. but c'mon. cut me some slack. i haven't blogged in six months. just go. read. enjoy. be blessed and encouraged. i promise you will.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">or did i mention we're having a BABY? right.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">see? plenty to post about. just haven't wanted to.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i'm just starting where i am right now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">um, so i'm pregnant. TWENTY-FOUR WEEKS PREGNANT. as in over halfway there. and as i sit here typing, little doodle is moving like cuh-razy. i had forgotten this feeling. i am in LOVE with this feeling. i wish i could bottle up this feeling.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">things i have craved this pregnancy? pepper. as in salt and pepper. i want pepper on everything. pasta. salads. everything. hummus with vegetables. french onion dip. tzatziki sauce. really...basically any kind of dip. salty, of course. pickles. i know...how cliche. the drink </span><a href="http://www.drpeppersnapplegroup.com/brands/squirt/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">squirt</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. oranges. soup. really, really hot soup. and not necessarily hot, as in spicy. just hot in temperature. nacho cheese doritos. i want to eat at central market's cafe on the run all the time. schlotzsky's wisconsin cheddar soup. spaghetti warehouse's minestrone. spaghetti warehouse's side salad with blue cheese.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the first trimester. oh my word, i was tired. i can't even imagine how much dora goo watched. sad, probably. i slept as much as i possibly could. yikes. and i also can't imagine what big h told his teacher about his mom and her laziness. oh well. and for the first time ever, i had morning sickness. gross.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">right now, goo is a challenge. i won't lie. it's been tough on me. i'm hormonal anyway. but lately? oh my. the constant battle of the wills. the grumpiness. the whiney stuff. whew. girls. period. but buz and i have been praying that we would stay consistent with her. which is what she needs. i don't say this lightly...sister needs to be reminded who's boss.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and then, there's big h. God love him. he's in a good place right now. the boy LOVES him some rules and order. and he loves that sister of his SO MUCH. even when she doesn't demonstrate love back. it makes me sad sometimes to watch him try so hard. but it makes me so proud i could pop.</span></span></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></p></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfP2QhJSQVzXoi5g_87n10lPu7TrCY8rVoiuLANJJe8XJZqI9Z10pD-0sIAHZZFJKlGb5l6UVVOoqGICz0c5LeAfhKg84FdvpGNymzUO6JmcQGSGD3MOQCavS-nG5F_j8cWHv/s1600/easter2010-236.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfP2QhJSQVzXoi5g_87n10lPu7TrCY8rVoiuLANJJe8XJZqI9Z10pD-0sIAHZZFJKlGb5l6UVVOoqGICz0c5LeAfhKg84FdvpGNymzUO6JmcQGSGD3MOQCavS-nG5F_j8cWHv/s400/easter2010-236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463565749865720482" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfP2QhJSQVzXoi5g_87n10lPu7TrCY8rVoiuLANJJe8XJZqI9Z10pD-0sIAHZZFJKlGb5l6UVVOoqGICz0c5LeAfhKg84FdvpGNymzUO6JmcQGSGD3MOQCavS-nG5F_j8cWHv/s1600/easter2010-236.jpg"></a>the face goo makes on a VERY regular basis. and her twisted parents doing it with her.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWazAOI7d4ZQ13awjhrE3iSuIld92oOUyz_SoAO92z4VPzRUi_w2u-OPAE8a8CnO-x1R3sEU_b3BpWXA1HFx1UGv1MtBQiECT_u2ypYofd68NVpha8QaA6xHNC71ozdKrSyg7x/s1600/easter2010-217.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWazAOI7d4ZQ13awjhrE3iSuIld92oOUyz_SoAO92z4VPzRUi_w2u-OPAE8a8CnO-x1R3sEU_b3BpWXA1HFx1UGv1MtBQiECT_u2ypYofd68NVpha8QaA6xHNC71ozdKrSyg7x/s400/easter2010-217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463565741997635362" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWazAOI7d4ZQ13awjhrE3iSuIld92oOUyz_SoAO92z4VPzRUi_w2u-OPAE8a8CnO-x1R3sEU_b3BpWXA1HFx1UGv1MtBQiECT_u2ypYofd68NVpha8QaA6xHNC71ozdKrSyg7x/s1600/easter2010-217.jpg"></a>see? told ya he loves her. and from the looks of it, she doesn't seem to mind.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhPsQLg8niS1s8s_Fe4jwltegq7DHK-X7z4KkSYCWaS5f0BtIxwbxC1MPqJzEk9VIbm20a_EeE_AJ4kYdRPZscpbDI92H2x-zWClfEflPujG86SR6lB4-rhNMIrMS0No95Z37/s1600/easter2010-151+bw.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhPsQLg8niS1s8s_Fe4jwltegq7DHK-X7z4KkSYCWaS5f0BtIxwbxC1MPqJzEk9VIbm20a_EeE_AJ4kYdRPZscpbDI92H2x-zWClfEflPujG86SR6lB4-rhNMIrMS0No95Z37/s400/easter2010-151+bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463565737583910866" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhPsQLg8niS1s8s_Fe4jwltegq7DHK-X7z4KkSYCWaS5f0BtIxwbxC1MPqJzEk9VIbm20a_EeE_AJ4kYdRPZscpbDI92H2x-zWClfEflPujG86SR6lB4-rhNMIrMS0No95Z37/s1600/easter2010-151+bw.jpg"></a>a face that i would pay $$ to see on a regular basis. man, i love that girl.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZQLEWBT-HiBwp9L9YtaxZpICpf7rf3_tvpDRrU4n3IZYUar3Kw4uKeRRoQfSoyDPp75ZaE0yvmbJzlDhi1gtAMaESInoWTSssiJb4CwRkLrEiS0znSO9I1z2LYH9ub7CR_nu/s1600/DSC_8584.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZQLEWBT-HiBwp9L9YtaxZpICpf7rf3_tvpDRrU4n3IZYUar3Kw4uKeRRoQfSoyDPp75ZaE0yvmbJzlDhi1gtAMaESInoWTSssiJb4CwRkLrEiS0znSO9I1z2LYH9ub7CR_nu/s400/DSC_8584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463565731430850354" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZQLEWBT-HiBwp9L9YtaxZpICpf7rf3_tvpDRrU4n3IZYUar3Kw4uKeRRoQfSoyDPp75ZaE0yvmbJzlDhi1gtAMaESInoWTSssiJb4CwRkLrEiS0znSO9I1z2LYH9ub7CR_nu/s1600/DSC_8584.jpg"></a>and hello my melted heart.</div></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-2945774088972547312009-12-08T20:20:00.000-08:002009-12-18T20:34:21.192-08:00the G family<div>long story short. (yeah right)</div><br /><div></div><div>i became friends with a girl in high school who happened to be my brother's girlfriend at the time. and her mom was my sixth grade teacher. (small town) she and my brother didn't make it (rats, but i stayed friends with her and ADORED her mom. </div><br /><div></div><div>we've since rekindled that friendship, which has been FABULOUS because i love being around her and her family.</div><br /><div></div><div>but her sister? yeah, never knew her sister. until a month ago. and i am so bummed that it has taken me this long. um, because i love her. (a little intimidated by her because she has a cool factor. she'll die knowing i said that. and i'll die of embarrassing admitting it.) </div><br /><div></div><div>so we played a month ago. her husband owns a <a href="http://frankandlolas.com/">restaurant</a> in town that is fairly new. and very hot. let me tell you...i don't like bread pudding. but i ate almost the entire thing myself. and their artichoke dip? get it as a meal. i kind of wanted to lick the bowl last time i was there.</div><br /><div></div><div>so we hung out downtown and had the best time together. her son is my son's age, so it was fun being around him. and her daughter is eight. which is perhaps my new favorite age. because sister was suggesting "poses" by the end. </div><br /><div></div><div>and my favorite part of our time together? when she whispered to her mom, "i feel like we're shooting for a mini boden catalog."</div><br /><div></div><div>hi. i'm janet. that goes down in the books as the coolest compliment i've ever received from a kid.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsBOZD5ZZRQIpib2RnXmxxr6dZ8TQeJmslk0lTgxuMy3kY01JuXoVQvGr-TTHhT1oNbrWzXPy-cknVpfxpVk1F_ncQNbteIdfSYr5jGCYQOcEYqDcIIxBbOzZDko9qzt9wkBI/s1600-h/gilbert050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416799862162349586" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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(well, actually, i <em>am </em>sad. but that's not why i'm teary tonight.)</div><br /><div>big h. you're six. and i absolutely could NOT be any prouder of you. my buttons are going to pop.</div><br /><div>what an amazing young man you are and have become.</div><br /><div>dad and i have been doing some spring cleaning (in october), and we came across something that was really tough but also really great. tough to read because of the content. but great. to read how far you've come. :) it was two days before you were born and two to three weeks after. it was rough. period. we had a tough time. a really tough time. your dad and i got a LOT closer. wow, God is good.</div><br /><div>last year, when i wrote this letter, i told myself, "i can't believe that next year i'll be writing a letter to my little man who will be in KINDERGARTEN!!!!!" and this year is here. and you are in kindergarten.</div><br /><div>{moment of silence for me}</div><br /><div>so, an update on kindergarten. big h, it started off rough. people may have noticed that i never really put up anything on the blog about the beginning of your kindergarten experience. there was a reason for that. you had a tough start. you are so sensitive. which is one of your best character traits. but in a sea of boys you don't know, that didn't help you at all. dad and i finally went and talked to your teacher during the second week of school to talk with her about partnering with her in making your kindergarten experience a good one. we found out that mrs. b knows Jesus. and i'll be honest...i cried once i got in the car after learning that information. we prayed all summer long for your teacher and your classmates. that God would be gracious with you/us as He handpicked those people. and wow, He was. we adore your teacher. and you like her a lot, too. and word on the street is that she thinks you're pretty great. :) you've made some good friends. but most importantly, you've been kind to others. you experienced others calling you names and others throwing rocks/sticks. but we talked through those behaviors and how they weren't kind. we talked about the golden rule. you amaze me with your reasoning and your logic. the boy who threw a stick at your face during your first week of school got in trouble, but you seemed to spend time with him at the beginning of the year. you said two things that struck your dad and me as so incredible. first, (after a lot of rotten things happened to you on the playground) you said, "mom, you know...i just don't think recess is for me." and after spending time with 'boy who threw a stick at your face and constantly gets in trouble,' you said, "you know, mom. i was going to be best friends with C, but i'm not sure best friends throw sticks at each others' faces. huh?"</div><br /><div>i couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. wise, little man.</div><br /><div>the shows you like right now are: spiderman, amazing spiderman, the sweet old 70s classic spiderman and his amazing friends, batman (sensing a theme, here?), max and ruby, penguins of madagascar, wow wow wubbzy (specifically wubb idol), transformers (which i don't let you watch, but dad has. twice.), olivia (you LOVE olivia), harold and the purple crayon, and martha speaks. </div><br /><div>you have always been our early riser. but this year has been tough, even for you. i get you up, or you're already up, by at least 7. you watch a show in our bed (usually martha speaks or harold and the purple crayon). i love martha speaks and really wish i could lay in bed and cuddle and watch it with you. but i'm sad to say that those days are gone. not because you don't want to cuddle anymore. but because you have school. and i have things to do to get us ready to be out the door. :( (one reason i would contemplate homeschooling)</div><br /><div>i bring you breakfast. your favorites are any member of the eggo family (muffin tops, regular eggos, etc) or sausage biscuits. you eat them in our bed, which really grosses me out, but i love knowing that you start your day cuddly and warm, doing something that gets you ready for your day. or i'm a pushover. whatever you want to call it.</div><br /><div>i pick out your clothes. you can do it. but honestly...it's something i still like having control over. plus, if it were still up to you, you would wear a lego batman or a captain america t-shirt everyday. no, seriously...EVERY. DAY. so because you don't argue about it, i dress you. thank you.</div><br /><div>once you finish breakfast and your show, it's usually time to go. you put your lunch box in your backpack, and we're out the front door. dad stays home with goo so you and i can walk together. your school is two dinky, little blocks from our house. so unless it's raining, we walk. and big h, please know that this tops out as one of the best parts of my day everyday. we walk together, talking about what you are going to do at school that day. or who you think you'll play with at recess. or how there was no one absent the day before. we talk. and that's all that matters. and just when we reach the last stop sign before the school, i ask you "what/who should we pray for today?" your answers make me laugh or tear up. sometimes, it'll be that no one throws sticks. or that everyone obeys the teachers. or that lunch is fun. or that you'll get to do cool stuff at center room. other times, you'll say that you'd like to pray for certain friends because they have been sick or absent. you pray a lot for that same boy that threw a stick at you at the beginning of year. that he would make good choices. and one day, i even picked you up, and the first thing you said was, "mom. C had a great day. didn't get his folder signed!" (folder signed means you had a "behavior issue.") i walk you all the way up to the front door, and we say amen together. then, i hug and kiss you because you still let me. and i tell you i love you, and you say it back. and i walk away either overjoyed or teary. and teary only because i'm going to miss you. </div><br /><div>no, i don't have co-dependency issues. i just miss being together sometimes. </div><br /><div>you are getting to be SO MUCH FUN as you get older. it's bittersweet, though. because the toddler years were so hard for us/me, and you and i were together ALL THE TIME. and now, you are so much fun, and we are together a lot less. and so i've realized that i make the most of our time in the mornings and afternoons.</div><br /><div>goo misses you like crazy. she's only come with me once to walk you to school. there's a reason she's only come once. it didn't end well. she cried so hard. so we decided not to do that again.</div><br /><div>every so often, i bring you mcdonalds for lunch at school, and it is always the highlight of my day. i meet you right outside the office. you come out of the kindergarten hallway and run towards me and hug me. i love it so much. we either sit at the parent table or the table that you normally sit at. we sit with your friends, and i get to talk to them. </div><br /><div>now, i know why your lunch doesn't get finished sometimes. you are quite the chit chatter at lunch. wonder where you get that.</div><br /><div>goo and i pick you up from school right outside your classroom door. you are considered a "walkup" kid. there are different ways the kids at your school leave. they either go in a line with a teacher out to the bus. or they go out to the back to the carpool line. i've always heard such horror stories about carpool lines. and since we live so close, i decided against it. i pick you up with normally a snack. usually pretzels and some form of juice box. on the days goo is in school, i pick her up from school and then head your way. we park at the school and then walk up to get you.</div><br /><div>and everyday you run to me, almost knocking me down. and the reason i keep noting these cheesy things is because i just know there will be a time where you don't do these things. so i want to remember.</div><br /><div>in the afternoon, we do your homework and you play legos or play with goo. or sometimes we'll run errands together. nothing major. and then when i start making dinner, you and goo get to watch two shows together. you ALWAYS let her pick at least one of her shows. and you never really watch. but you sit next to her anyway. dora, diego, etc. and then i let you pick one. and you NEVER pick any of your superhero shows because you say "they might be a little too scary for goo. we can watch something we both like."</div><br /><div>and i pinch myself.</div><br /><div>and go on about my business.</div><br /><div>you are an INSANELY picky eater. but here is what you like. popsicles. which is new. pasta. really any kind of carb. but pasta. a friend introduced us/you to pasta, olive oil, and parmesan cheese. and it is a STAPLE in our house. has been a staple in your lunchbox since you started going to MDO. (yes, i sent you with heated lunches at MDO.) pizza. hamburgers with mustard and LOTS OF PICKLES. quesadillas with cheese and black olives. couscous. though we don't call it couscous around here because i'm afraid you'll decide you don't like it. hot dogs. blue things on babysitter nights. (blue things being kid cuisines frozen dinners.) you like absolutely NO FRUIT. none whatsoever. you like strawberry banana smoothies from the mall (and only from the mall), but no fruit. weird. and really? as for veggies? carrots (raw) and corn. you like grilled cheese and chicken nuggets. if we tell you you can pick where we eat for dinner on a saturday night, you ALWAYS say chipotle. which is funny because what you get there is rice and cheese in a bowl. and the rice has cilantro on it. and you don't bat an eye. you call it rice with green stuff. ?? you like most juices. you don't do a lot of milk anymore. you love chocolate milk and you like white milk, but as for asking for milk on a regular basis? not so much. you like juice, and you love sonic's apple juice slushes, even though you don't ever finish one. you've been known to go to sonic or anywhere else and order "a ice cold glass of water. mmmm hmmm. delicious."</div><br /><div>you wear mostly size 6 clothes and size 13 shoes. </div><br /><div>you have the most BEAUTIFUL hair. in fact, everyone of your teachers has commented that they would like to bottle up your hair color and sell it. you have reddish brown hair, and it is awesome. thick and grows fast (unlike your sister, bless her heart.)</div><br /><div>you sleep like a crazy person. it is rare to find you asleep in your bed with the covers on and your head on your pillow. you are ALL OVER the place. and you're still my earlier riser. and boy, do you break out all kinds of stall tactics at night. dad and i get quite a kick out of them. :) you are definitely a very heavy sleeper. different than your sister.</div><br /><div>i can't believe you are starting to read. and you are having SO MUCH FUN doing it. i started putting notes in your lunchbox the first day of school, and you asked me what it said. i read, "hi H. have a good day. i love you. love, mom." and you asked me recently why i did that. and i said, "because i knew there would come a day this year when you would be able to start reading the notes." and you can. and you love it.</div><br /><div>because this is my blog, and the only people required to read are me, your dad, and your two grandmothers, i'm going to brag really quickly. your teacher loves you. your music teacher and your art teacher and the school nurse :) and all of the other kindergarten teachers love you. they say that you say kind things to other kids. that you are excited when cool things happen to them. that you obey the rules. (not a big shocker...you LOVE rules and wonder why others don't love them as much.) and that you are just a very happy, easy going kid who everyone likes to be around.</div><br /><div>i can't think of anything that makes me more honored to be your mother. </div><br /><div>you love your sister. you are annoyed with her lately. (but shhh... so am i.) she's at a tough age, and it's sad when she can't reason as well. but even still you love her and you treat her with respect. you encourage her when she tries new things. you watch shows you don't like just so you can sit next to her (while playing with your legos). you constantly say, "who's my girl" like an old man. but i love it. and i never want you to stop. you say, "give your big brother a hug." and once in a blue moon, you'll put her to bed. you take her little trinkety toys to her, her little cup of water, and her muh. then, she asks you to sing the bedtime trifecta, which consists of twinkle twinkle little star (or frinkle frinkle yittle tar), abc song, and go tell it on the mountain. and you do it with joy (and quite a bit of gusto). :) and then (because we eavesdrop) you say, "ok goo, let's talk to jesus. dear jesus. thank you for this day. thank you for my sister. thank you that she had a good day at school and that she didn't get in trouble. thank you for her muh. that it's her favorite friend. thank you for her toys. and thanks for me. that i'm a really good big brother. oh, and for mom and dad. in YOUR NAME WE PRAY. amen. good night, goozer. sleep good."</div><br /><div>and you come out and shut her door, only to find me crying.</div><br /><div>(seriously...i promise i don't cry that often. just writing this makes me full of joy.)</div><br /><div>you love singing. not many kid songs. you like to rock out. your favorite song is "dance dance dance and sing out loud" which is a song you learned at church and that now we have on CD. your other two favorites are brick house by the commodores and blame it on the boogie by MJ. and you can do the robot like nobody's business. you've got rhythm, dude.</div><br /><div>i call you little man, big h, buddy, and dude. or hey usually works.</div><br /><div>you always please and thank you and yes ma'am. which i love. you still give a lot of hugs. and wow, are you a great hugger.</div><br /><div>you love your "sunday school" teachers. they are a young couple who are very hip in your eyes. you have really enjoyed kindergarten church this year. you're learning verses left and right, and you love to carry your bible to church now. most of the time you want to carry it in the box it came in. i love that.</div><br /><div>you still love rules and structure. you love being prepared for everything. "big h. ten minutes until we get in the car." or "hey. after you do that, will you come here for a second?" you crave routine. and i love that.</div><br /><div>you love dr. g. though, not as much because you got the flu shot at your last appointment. but at your six-year checkup, you made him a picture book of you two going to a restaurant to get something to drink. apple juice slush, i'm sure.</div><br /><div>i probably won't write any more of these. at least on my blog.</div><br /><div>but big h, i can't begin to tell you how proud i am of who you're becoming. what an incredible little man you are. you are thoughtful, joyful, and you love life to the fullest. like i said, it is a true honor to be your mama. happy six years. i love you little man.</div><div><br /></div><div>*** unless you are nana/papa or grandma/grandpa, you are NOT required to watch this. i had no idea it was so long. but i love having to be able to show him later. ***</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#645F5E;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8894375&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8894375&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/8894375">happy birthday big h</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3015678">dad wisner</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p></span></span></span></span></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-66696121348697720582009-10-31T20:17:00.000-07:002009-10-31T20:24:44.316-07:00happy halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStVUXUdpX6113fui0ogLnEGTtzwxidJPkBnJdV11FQ9BhJLChiu9EIxTb-AG1NZKrOt2NZMsj56HZEy5qQawXmykU0BvVsVhD09VQ3iPBNWSkVnQpIiP-NFUgGr2VZ6mUATdi/s1600-h/DSC_1193.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969548790929250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStVUXUdpX6113fui0ogLnEGTtzwxidJPkBnJdV11FQ9BhJLChiu9EIxTb-AG1NZKrOt2NZMsj56HZEy5qQawXmykU0BvVsVhD09VQ3iPBNWSkVnQpIiP-NFUgGr2VZ6mUATdi/s400/DSC_1193.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbKIGXd_597D5UoVEMaDHZuIJL4G_LJjvdk4lTBaxTxKtu9B5n3F2oxSyarIu14UQu-TXNaJJLTn6wE7xhw1HUZlumsDRmJ7q1dpE8C64dmdHcpqWOUMY0cJIO2QpGl9lL-_T/s1600-h/DSC_1181.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969546862608130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbKIGXd_597D5UoVEMaDHZuIJL4G_LJjvdk4lTBaxTxKtu9B5n3F2oxSyarIu14UQu-TXNaJJLTn6wE7xhw1HUZlumsDRmJ7q1dpE8C64dmdHcpqWOUMY0cJIO2QpGl9lL-_T/s400/DSC_1181.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJd-wR_ScQaVMY3H78QxgwV4hSnYxK9Yv4srJm0zZzrOZLmwtwgmcPGgNfwfa8-ku_OHKkukvhT-AmKEIPE6N6GZAxKe7AzPGaUS-PU6MIsgkpbWmLQb9dXzQUdft3fT1j9pW3/s1600-h/DSC_1177.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398969541704606626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJd-wR_ScQaVMY3H78QxgwV4hSnYxK9Yv4srJm0zZzrOZLmwtwgmcPGgNfwfa8-ku_OHKkukvhT-AmKEIPE6N6GZAxKe7AzPGaUS-PU6MIsgkpbWmLQb9dXzQUdft3fT1j9pW3/s400/DSC_1177.jpg" /></a> </div></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-6915669762899889382009-10-15T20:32:00.000-07:002009-10-15T20:32:00.440-07:00the marshalls<div>loving facebook these days.</div><br /><div></div><div>i can't believe i just said that.</div><br /><div></div><div>through facebook, i got back in touch with a friend of my brother's from high school. she told me to call her if i was ever in her area. that she'd love some family pictures.</div><br /><div></div><div>and so, we did. i had SUCH an awesome time. first, it was great just getting to see her again. i'm embarrassed at how long it's been since i've seen her. let's just say YEARS. since i saw her last, she became a wife and a mommy.</div><br /><div></div><div>i loved her husband. wait. let me rephrase. i loved getting to hang out with her husband and watch how much he ADORES his wife and his children. and her children? super cool. i say that because they're boys, and i'm pretty sure 'darling' doesn't quite work. </div><br /><div></div><div>but i don't know what it is lately with all of the INSANELY POLITE children i've gotten to meet. wow. there are some parents out there knocking it out of the ballpark.</div><br /><div></div><div>we had so much fun. i met up with them downtown and we just walked around looking for fun places to play. and play, we did.</div><br /><div></div><div>marshalls, i had a BLAST with you. thanks for letting me hang out with you guys.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZipzF1dYs-oIskpiyQvyJ7AXCeVVPlSpUmgUE_odpf0H6JAL7A2M__vs9zCEl98lTLvFhXc6GA-QjsQSGYLdU4u-3kvaloEq8WCLY5QQRUDPRgg_e4ioA206eI04PvYASlHc/s1600-h/DSC_2371.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584681964820322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZipzF1dYs-oIskpiyQvyJ7AXCeVVPlSpUmgUE_odpf0H6JAL7A2M__vs9zCEl98lTLvFhXc6GA-QjsQSGYLdU4u-3kvaloEq8WCLY5QQRUDPRgg_e4ioA206eI04PvYASlHc/s400/DSC_2371.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaukxwDtWMmwjxAZC6peSJrNzhQkvnDh8DJEcdGcOlHikfj2itCtveqy79srViYIuxITEy98xEG-wKHyp8c9iKZoymQ_e_IVhXuN1iNWf6bCWtsq72Y5_QyaQ_baoIEFxp63wT/s1600-h/DSC_2267.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584677299674114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaukxwDtWMmwjxAZC6peSJrNzhQkvnDh8DJEcdGcOlHikfj2itCtveqy79srViYIuxITEy98xEG-wKHyp8c9iKZoymQ_e_IVhXuN1iNWf6bCWtsq72Y5_QyaQ_baoIEFxp63wT/s400/DSC_2267.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi0cKpmP7vT3WzizlsVD5y69T61h9NzE3UVt2BX4toBPHbySg4NwrJFE_TVbvzUUzSRt-4xH-RqHtiBos36ZqAs-K_ZtSTHFF-cagSqNlf8sWKX-JzO9d9eSs3XP5VqcfnHIX/s1600-h/DSC_2191.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584670558483858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVi0cKpmP7vT3WzizlsVD5y69T61h9NzE3UVt2BX4toBPHbySg4NwrJFE_TVbvzUUzSRt-4xH-RqHtiBos36ZqAs-K_ZtSTHFF-cagSqNlf8sWKX-JzO9d9eSs3XP5VqcfnHIX/s400/DSC_2191.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT3tS2iKegyRo5qfEuoOcybR10ChPT4U9e_Mk5kjdHnXRcJn9MyMhZTlso6j6KDbVV4ITUQcdxOUL9lgNQoGRflxn6u4qFjVse67nRY614cZMNlFAhVob075EZ5qWhQdASTZe/s1600-h/DSC_2174.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388584662384924482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT3tS2iKegyRo5qfEuoOcybR10ChPT4U9e_Mk5kjdHnXRcJn9MyMhZTlso6j6KDbVV4ITUQcdxOUL9lgNQoGRflxn6u4qFjVse67nRY614cZMNlFAhVob075EZ5qWhQdASTZe/s400/DSC_2174.jpg" /></a> </div></div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191451.post-36638058443781765342009-10-13T22:08:00.000-07:002009-10-13T22:08:00.316-07:00laura and her crew<div>on vacation, i got to go over to laura's parents' house to hang out for a little while. she has four children and is a homeschooling mama. </div><br /><div></div><div>hats off to homeschoolers.</div><br /><div></div><div>i whipped out my camera because all of her kiddos had their swimsuits on. we had a BALL. they showed me all of their tricks. and these kids have. some. tricks. it helps when your grandparents have a beautiful pool. no props necessary. some ear plugs. maybe some goggles. a lot of sunlight. and we were good to go.</div><br /><div></div><div>laura, i had an awesome time with your children. they are amazing kids. thanks for sharing them with me for the afternoon.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LPIUYQ5S2adaJ3XEEvOSCCrvo9eeP2esa9klS01lZSkjGOrFc1nZigx24FAqDc6tRVECJIUcyXZm32F0eeq05Djj3f1t4Ci099gcmAaQ-I8uLLeHde7nXumcfZco8JozUJbz/s1600-h/DSC_3064.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388608289224082482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LPIUYQ5S2adaJ3XEEvOSCCrvo9eeP2esa9klS01lZSkjGOrFc1nZigx24FAqDc6tRVECJIUcyXZm32F0eeq05Djj3f1t4Ci099gcmAaQ-I8uLLeHde7nXumcfZco8JozUJbz/s400/DSC_3064.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8oiv4-_-G64GfxmBfQhoOmFtlyznkdiUOyyvF0ollvBZqT3UO_N-FGgIQdAhuwtufNb44v186aQBwmYo0XyL84pQrK_g5BUsP0cZkdoCgW18rwBXZVnsvkCApLnYcasZc7dY/s1600-h/DSC_3029.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388608287369638802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8oiv4-_-G64GfxmBfQhoOmFtlyznkdiUOyyvF0ollvBZqT3UO_N-FGgIQdAhuwtufNb44v186aQBwmYo0XyL84pQrK_g5BUsP0cZkdoCgW18rwBXZVnsvkCApLnYcasZc7dY/s400/DSC_3029.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HhU9isat41rKtZ3K4I-bOCPFrooBYJFTVoosKmgFoUeSdC40VDN6SbJyAAmVjp2wwrFzReVjVJfch-nvfZ9Qui8rDs7Fi6lQyGrL5lnbUh8rozYHG_0KdBAGo-GSXlHb4jOg/s1600-h/DSC_2964.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388608278917917602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HhU9isat41rKtZ3K4I-bOCPFrooBYJFTVoosKmgFoUeSdC40VDN6SbJyAAmVjp2wwrFzReVjVJfch-nvfZ9Qui8rDs7Fi6lQyGrL5lnbUh8rozYHG_0KdBAGo-GSXlHb4jOg/s400/DSC_2964.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>funny (not really) story. carter's birthday was the day before i went over there. mom took pictures with her camera. with no memory card. ugh. so she just so happened to have cake left. and candles. we decided 'why not.'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA_n5eJ0SGJY_LNHpeL8v5yFGK84CM4n69lof3vwzFqN1ApweBnmmHjqRU0opNhfeO4US_Cpppm0JpIfcMbypry3BlfNfFHHwRVWiTbnpYqISe0reMpvH5zxue4Iq9NIJGUq8/s1600-h/DSC_2955.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388608271725238162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA_n5eJ0SGJY_LNHpeL8v5yFGK84CM4n69lof3vwzFqN1ApweBnmmHjqRU0opNhfeO4US_Cpppm0JpIfcMbypry3BlfNfFHHwRVWiTbnpYqISe0reMpvH5zxue4Iq9NIJGUq8/s400/DSC_2955.jpg" /></a> </div>life with the wisnershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045179455939666879noreply@blogger.com2