tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13439038439539496052024-03-19T07:51:54.010-05:00Our Happy Life"The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy!" Psalm 126:3Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-32630734427005768932011-12-14T12:31:00.023-06:002011-12-19T12:04:05.539-06:00A BIG update is in order.....Let see where I left off.....<div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah, back when I was only NINETEEN weeks pregnant. It's been A LONG time since I've blogged. I was hoping to do so much better at this and document so much of my pregnancy with Hallie but that didn't happen. Life did instead.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll see if I can get you all caught up. (WARNING: This could be a VERY long post).</div><div><br /></div><div>The second half of my pregnancy was for the most part pretty uneventful. I continued to go to my monthly appointments and each time got the, "Everything looks and sounds great." I was gaining weight just as I should, Hallie was growing right on track, and I was feeling great with lots of energy. </div><div>At about 32 weeks the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dr</span>. wanted to do an ultrasound just to check in on Miss Hallie. She was measuring about 2 weeks bigger. He said we'd do another ultrasound in 4 weeks to see if she was still bigger and then we would decide our plan of action at that point. At 35 weeks, I was at my parents house with the girls swimming and I slipped on the wet tile inside the house. I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span> and it wasn't that hard of a fall. However, about 4 hours later I began having contractions and they weren't stopping. I was told to go to labor and delivery and just get checked out. Mainly for the fact that since I am O neg they wanted to make sure that none of my blood cells had "gotten loose" where they could potentially affect Hallie. I was given a shot and LOTS of IV fluids to slow the contractions. They also did the blood test to make sure the above hadn't happen and thankfully it hadn't. After about 5 hours at the hospital, my contractions slowed and I was able to go home. We did another ultrasound at 36 weeks and little miss was still measuring big (however my belly was measuring right on track). I knew she was bigger because when she kicked and moved it would literally take my breathe away. She had NO room in there. Everything went routine until 37 weeks when the contractions started again and I ended up back in the hospital. They were still not close enough together to make me go into full active labor so after being watched again I was sent back home. I saw my OB the next week and we decided that I would not go past 39 weeks due to the fear of her being too big. </div><div>My doctor was out of town the next week and they were having a difficult time finding a date that the hospital could fit me in for an induction. Of course, I was still hoping I'd go on my own. I was told originally that I couldn't come in until July 29 which was just 2 days away from my original due date. I began to cry and tell the nurse I had a fear of the baby getting too big and me ending up having a C-section. I think she felt bad because she called me back the next day and said be at the hospital July 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> at 11:00. (39 weeks exactly).</div><div>We showed up that Sunday morning ready and anxious to meet our third baby girl. Her big sisters were so excited to FINALLY get to meet their new baby sister. We checked in and got straight to our room. They got the IV in and began the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pitocin</span> at a little after noon. I was at 3cm when I got to the hospital. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dr</span>. was still out of town but on his way back and hoped to be here by the time she arrived. One of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">colleagues</span> came in and broke my water at 12:45. I was contracting pretty good by this point. I had finally had all I could take and asked to get my epidural. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">anesthesiologist</span> came in at 2:30 and made my life so much more tolerable, or so I thought. I was still feeling all the HEAVY contractions on the right side of my body. I was in so much pain that the nurse called him to come back and give me more. Apparently the epidural had gone more to one side and therefore the other wasn't getting enough. He pulled it out just a bit and gave me some in my IV. Within 30 minutes, I was feeling NOTHING. My legs were so heavy I could finally relax. I was now in HEAVEN on earth. The nurse decided to check me once again at 5:00 and when she did I was complete and ready. They had me do one push to see how good I would do. She told me to push NO more that they needed to call my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dr</span>. who had just gotten back into town, THANK GOD!! My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dr</span>. walked in at 5:15 got "suited up" and was ready to start the show. I pushed 3 times and she was here. She arrived at 5:25 pm. All 8 pounds 15 ounces of her. She was a BIG baby. Thank God I didn't have to go any longer or I would have had a 9.5 pound baby. She was so beautiful and looked just like her oldest sister (just a pound and a half bigger).</div><div><br /></div><div>Tipping the scales:</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxdcgPWPDooH6s50xfNo5V0vKQ_o3Z_kH1yBfur4dtfOpfR7ncuueZH2W1JkWxyqMXcNU2GPS5nahMvCKOczfgIMNRXvdGorR-1rVrPF55F9o5tsF3snj2x1rfaP0beJybQeAKKW24qY/s1600/DSC03719.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxdcgPWPDooH6s50xfNo5V0vKQ_o3Z_kH1yBfur4dtfOpfR7ncuueZH2W1JkWxyqMXcNU2GPS5nahMvCKOczfgIMNRXvdGorR-1rVrPF55F9o5tsF3snj2x1rfaP0beJybQeAKKW24qY/s320/DSC03719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686424848368161058" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0ZUK60mX6uZB76ufpWkhb-ouSj-HDwpE3Y0Q7hSjO2J5DliT-hZm5hCcp7ffvE46hnczYof5_8-sI2zNx_aSohpzQDMjs5FGbmzVa2YJliOD00aW93ekUbWEKKvKH55cyTyvQyI1mwA/s1600/DSC03729.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0ZUK60mX6uZB76ufpWkhb-ouSj-HDwpE3Y0Q7hSjO2J5DliT-hZm5hCcp7ffvE46hnczYof5_8-sI2zNx_aSohpzQDMjs5FGbmzVa2YJliOD00aW93ekUbWEKKvKH55cyTyvQyI1mwA/s320/DSC03729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686425454123121090" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mommy and Hallie meeting for the very first time. I'm so in love.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoJgSrhHkhKkZ8qxD5WHk-FHt4mbHzVvqul46Us071ZeI9nq4lXG63xGcrirKcZ6gkae9UFmK88N2WLM6iCl7k6c1_pY9svrvHOqtbshz4Heeiux0ouMvMrRrMVr63__X7DAiYukP_yM/s1600/DSC03732.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaoJgSrhHkhKkZ8qxD5WHk-FHt4mbHzVvqul46Us071ZeI9nq4lXG63xGcrirKcZ6gkae9UFmK88N2WLM6iCl7k6c1_pY9svrvHOqtbshz4Heeiux0ouMvMrRrMVr63__X7DAiYukP_yM/s320/DSC03732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686425665166170082" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Big sister Macy and Hallie meet for the first time. All she wanted to do was hold her ALL THE TIME!!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4B6Wx77awRDiH736diU6bL1iqwiVnAw9F71JX2wNrdSIzmsZqSP84pKtJxN_doDUseK87fzd5puqBDFXFQv9Zwf-FV9Hg0N27t7z2VlkKCGjnUH2HEO5hmrj4J7AI1Mslchpam_H5Mw/s1600/DSC03753.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4B6Wx77awRDiH736diU6bL1iqwiVnAw9F71JX2wNrdSIzmsZqSP84pKtJxN_doDUseK87fzd5puqBDFXFQv9Zwf-FV9Hg0N27t7z2VlkKCGjnUH2HEO5hmrj4J7AI1Mslchpam_H5Mw/s320/DSC03753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686425935425817586" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Biggest sister Madeline and Hallie. She is the best big sister. She's like her second mommy.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEmfsivt0whsFr3c3JBU2tTGhdxlMw2y5-ZzuNlM5_2zzI7mVO2XDH06MEDms8TynmBD_zxRHxG_7-PlUFJozNL5DPDsluQtInOySnobW0zM6ASysiZnnHV74nIow3Apay3q2ZzBX6Hg/s1600/DSC03736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEmfsivt0whsFr3c3JBU2tTGhdxlMw2y5-ZzuNlM5_2zzI7mVO2XDH06MEDms8TynmBD_zxRHxG_7-PlUFJozNL5DPDsluQtInOySnobW0zM6ASysiZnnHV74nIow3Apay3q2ZzBX6Hg/s320/DSC03736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686426201914014274" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our first family picture of the FIVE of us. We are so blessed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We spent two days in the hospital loving and adjusting to life with THREE kids. The girls couldn't wait to come up and see their baby sister, eat all my snacks, and get ice from the ice machine across the hall from my room. We had several visitors but it was mostly quiet and relaxing, which was good because we really got to bond with Hallie.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a look at our days in the hospital.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKZgP09eXFL94A-9lVF5zNRiFS585XMJDNwU7-PMWW3F7VQAybCyYGfWQ6p7Hy8mwzsc1gcHTkSYsgnRpK8ukmhKFE2WJdHMSAHzqviH2Xs1RWGimIwcMGvAlUIatbFvBqccKynpI5LA/s1600/DSC03764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKZgP09eXFL94A-9lVF5zNRiFS585XMJDNwU7-PMWW3F7VQAybCyYGfWQ6p7Hy8mwzsc1gcHTkSYsgnRpK8ukmhKFE2WJdHMSAHzqviH2Xs1RWGimIwcMGvAlUIatbFvBqccKynpI5LA/s320/DSC03764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686455039263520146" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is what it looked like most of the time. If one of the girls wasn't in my bed with me, it was two if not all three. HA!!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWOnBH-uBqtrJlbhkKSJ5WABXaC-PqsYg5lTOi_iTrLeralKp4swX_bWrc1zhz3s_3ab86h-wVlNcM9fMAcuULPoLHAT3c6HQDjscZ58mFi_G9p5O5ipL5GxMTP3lWvD9Y_Z8meFw2Ls/s1600/DSC03775.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWOnBH-uBqtrJlbhkKSJ5WABXaC-PqsYg5lTOi_iTrLeralKp4swX_bWrc1zhz3s_3ab86h-wVlNcM9fMAcuULPoLHAT3c6HQDjscZ58mFi_G9p5O5ipL5GxMTP3lWvD9Y_Z8meFw2Ls/s320/DSC03775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686455540937695474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture. You can see just how much Macy adores her new baby sister.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14PtZh5SGSSdW6elFlRZx_V0zkqnudHKgPDoawvBDMVXKDIIXGk6MwgFNf5EFkIYXje0ChumjAMXh99EYTaqWTiiPZDPdED5BdZAP7Jhd9v5cU6seT77972oFmg7EMhZemtRPUi2vymQ/s1600/IMG_1515.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14PtZh5SGSSdW6elFlRZx_V0zkqnudHKgPDoawvBDMVXKDIIXGk6MwgFNf5EFkIYXje0ChumjAMXh99EYTaqWTiiPZDPdED5BdZAP7Jhd9v5cU6seT77972oFmg7EMhZemtRPUi2vymQ/s320/IMG_1515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686455815716974658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Look at those cheeks. They got LOTS of kisses.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfj9YZHnc2Z-Hmhg4xtj8NPj3X2NnRrSf9ODiubtEJ8MG_CATGtlNV38kzlbVYTg-EPeGIq4z21txnLJzMlpC7kVxhnIaaHjufCwWlSeY9EmHWZ-SRbKVav4jPln48HpHPzkGcBiMQqfQ/s1600/IMG_1512.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfj9YZHnc2Z-Hmhg4xtj8NPj3X2NnRrSf9ODiubtEJ8MG_CATGtlNV38kzlbVYTg-EPeGIq4z21txnLJzMlpC7kVxhnIaaHjufCwWlSeY9EmHWZ-SRbKVav4jPln48HpHPzkGcBiMQqfQ/s320/IMG_1512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456034124253090" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All dressed up ready to take her hospital pictures.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVqn4YIQwfaHTioFVWufKOn8SOkhlWlcMyTS1DxctsK2gxX894SXVk1IheKsg90IiIyuaKM5IH2aNgcjGnRFw-a6gbp0AZtlYMtUAS5jt0q9ZA8mwbZHL9RPT3pKM3GNmxRws9dfZmxE/s1600/IMG_1513.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVqn4YIQwfaHTioFVWufKOn8SOkhlWlcMyTS1DxctsK2gxX894SXVk1IheKsg90IiIyuaKM5IH2aNgcjGnRFw-a6gbp0AZtlYMtUAS5jt0q9ZA8mwbZHL9RPT3pKM3GNmxRws9dfZmxE/s320/IMG_1513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456311262859906" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The first picture with all three girls together. Aren't they beautiful?</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0YLPxAxWJ0xXKdlawX01CSFgOdKm4fsDjY55bQ9QtV-1iz5gOWjnDB0k9z7mBazdCTtPsYGsC9NaTy_2G-EpzsnUT-OqEVXNSTj12MyZ5LboBJ9KSzFWFZmQew__lL4IlS-kAq2yYIg/s1600/DSC03783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0YLPxAxWJ0xXKdlawX01CSFgOdKm4fsDjY55bQ9QtV-1iz5gOWjnDB0k9z7mBazdCTtPsYGsC9NaTy_2G-EpzsnUT-OqEVXNSTj12MyZ5LboBJ9KSzFWFZmQew__lL4IlS-kAq2yYIg/s320/DSC03783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456578102741186" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hallie Grace....so beautiful.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zeu5CsoUtEpzIsiQ_2aCiUej9gdiv7TCi98dS3pfs7dDqmn-QtcqDBoKIdh06ZTkbr0vdY2V9yhigv_aYMD-v-XCzMG4WWrPyMYW81sG7JS8a1ZRXxZDaynzTHs2iqeRgLAhDFTnJ5M/s1600/DSC03798.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zeu5CsoUtEpzIsiQ_2aCiUej9gdiv7TCi98dS3pfs7dDqmn-QtcqDBoKIdh06ZTkbr0vdY2V9yhigv_aYMD-v-XCzMG4WWrPyMYW81sG7JS8a1ZRXxZDaynzTHs2iqeRgLAhDFTnJ5M/s320/DSC03798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686456939231853986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All dressed up and ready to go home. We were SO excited to bring her home. I really missed the other two and couldn't wait to get home too.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4YkXZB1mA98FCFjgrDxWLpQtSDssPXzhNwKLTp3ttEuHHSdllfqWBDgVdhVP9n1aX_5SedhV7kHLqOWcCP1pbp14QUli-EyIknLWmEpk_SxNadx3-r2CiQ_ZWWQ0hPqf4-k_qpvmpxc/s1600/DSC03807.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4YkXZB1mA98FCFjgrDxWLpQtSDssPXzhNwKLTp3ttEuHHSdllfqWBDgVdhVP9n1aX_5SedhV7kHLqOWcCP1pbp14QUli-EyIknLWmEpk_SxNadx3-r2CiQ_ZWWQ0hPqf4-k_qpvmpxc/s320/DSC03807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686457574966851506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All ready to go. Madeline is the photographer so she's missing from the picture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6rwTw_LzdEKkyWqsbYENzSCeg_AwfZWR_60Ntm9Hh5LcwAHbHd0C_3-HdN2hP0loI2IrCcGZYeVG_-7UlidtZUG81AnvOsSDN_8raWt6Xxsi64pgaNpcWimuBJDALemtM9swaHgzLkY/s1600/DSC03818.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6rwTw_LzdEKkyWqsbYENzSCeg_AwfZWR_60Ntm9Hh5LcwAHbHd0C_3-HdN2hP0loI2IrCcGZYeVG_-7UlidtZUG81AnvOsSDN_8raWt6Xxsi64pgaNpcWimuBJDALemtM9swaHgzLkY/s320/DSC03818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686458124277539378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Waiting on daddy to get the car.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think that is enough for one post. I will update what's been going on over the next 4 months. LOTS.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-83867793120144906692011-03-08T10:16:00.004-06:002011-03-08T10:38:32.688-06:0019 weeks 2 daysWell here we are almost half way through this pregnancy. I'm finally starting to feel good. The nausea comes only once a week instead of EVERY morning. Praise GOD!! I'm not as tired and I feel like my energy levels are lasting longer. <div>When I last blogged we had just had our first big US (ultrasound) at 12 weeks 2 days and had blood work done to determine what are percentages were to having a child with any form of birth defect. About a week later the genetic counselor called to tell us that all my blood work came back and looked great. Knowing that, it dropped our percentages even lower. We were to go back at 16 weeks and have a 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> round of blood drawn. They then compare the two and if all looks good the percentages drop even more. We received the news about a week later than again everything looked great. We had are next big US on March 1st when I was 18 weeks and 2 days. We got to see our precious baby once again. It's such an amazing sight to see that tiny little thing move all around, waving arms, crossing legs, and doing flips. They checked every part of the body and everything looked fabulous. It just amazes me how you can see the 4 chambers of the heart and the valves pumping, the kidneys, the brain. WOW, God is amazing in his creations. It came time to determine what the gender of our sweet baby was. Remember we had been told early on that he believed it was a girl. Well..............................................................</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He was.............................................................................................................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>CORRECT!!! We will be adding ANOTHER sweet princess to our family. THREE girls!! What are we ever going to do. HA! I've told hubs to just get ready that it's gonna be a LONG time before we have that "dream vacation" or anything for that matter...HA!! By the time we pay for clothes x 3 girls, makeup x 3 girls, prom dresses x 3 girls, WEDDINGS x 3 girls. I'm ready!! I can't wait to see these three sister grow up together and become best friends. However, I do worry a little about the age difference. By the time she arrives Madeline will be 8 and Macy will be 5. I know it will all work out. </div><div><br /></div><div>We've decided that her name is going to be.............................................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Hallie Grace</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We are so excited to meet her. I have been looking at fabric for the past week trying to decide exactly what I want to use. I have it narrowed down and I'm meeting with the lady who will be making it today to see what she thinks. We have began cleaning out what was the play room but will now be Miss Hallie's room. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I've been able to feel her move and kick for several weeks now and its the best feeling in the world. She especially loves to start moving right when I'm getting ready to try to go to sleep. Madeline did this too when she was a baby. The girls, especially Macy has really been wanting to feel her move but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">every time</span> I put their hand on my tummy, Hallie stops. Already playing games with her sisters. HA!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'll leave you with a few belly shots over the past few weeks.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Wkw5T_W_XOvlS3v4TeZ08bXlWdXIjgHTlCIfDv2prKCFk7WfbuDwknh6CdbIPA75cYjkgptwjBdYY5ZzZ4_-vnZtGTy9RYzHwRaCh-I9FV4BNAyDvCGFiDbNFabsLpVRPCaKx0gaOIA/s1600/DSC03483.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Wkw5T_W_XOvlS3v4TeZ08bXlWdXIjgHTlCIfDv2prKCFk7WfbuDwknh6CdbIPA75cYjkgptwjBdYY5ZzZ4_-vnZtGTy9RYzHwRaCh-I9FV4BNAyDvCGFiDbNFabsLpVRPCaKx0gaOIA/s320/DSC03483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581748234225783906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is at 14 weeks before we went to the United Way Gala.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(I think I look a lot bigger than I really was).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0JlchtgGiWR8km7MMNrs9UwdUGKe9J6Ekree0ObosycUQOCNypUPmspFgzVtLnLa3Kiaz4w9b_9YqCA9E3pzlFV-6hWAX9NLG_gllKz79K9kKYVYtCVU2Zx0ierE1GaEH6leQuw0Efw/s1600/DSC03507.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0JlchtgGiWR8km7MMNrs9UwdUGKe9J6Ekree0ObosycUQOCNypUPmspFgzVtLnLa3Kiaz4w9b_9YqCA9E3pzlFV-6hWAX9NLG_gllKz79K9kKYVYtCVU2Zx0ierE1GaEH6leQuw0Efw/s320/DSC03507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581748246493710610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is at 18 weeks before church. Of course, my bottom hand is hiding a lot. HA!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-59670547204718285652011-01-20T13:13:00.008-06:002011-01-20T14:44:07.246-06:00The Big Announcement!!I haven't blogged in a while and I have several reasons why.<div><br /></div><div>1. We've been busy with the holidays and trying to get back into the "swing" of things.</div><div>2. I haven't felt real good for the past 2 months.</div><div>3. I've had a big announcement to make but wanted to wait till the right time to announce it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The time has come.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are excited to announce that we are having <b>BABY #3.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, you read that right. We will be adding a new addition to our family in July 2011.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>(Warning this could be long and boring to some. However, it's my blog and my way of remembering this time in our lives.)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Now Read on:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't not be more excited about this baby but it came with <b>MANY </b>emotions. We had decided in the late spring/early summer of 2009 that we wanted one more child. We decided to begin our journey in Oct. 2009. Hubs' sister was expecting her first child in Sept of that year and we didn't want to take away from her joy. Seeing as how we never had to "try" with our previous pregnancies we didn't think it would take long. God had a different plan. His timing is ALWAYS right. As some of you know, 6 years ago I suffered a miscarriage at 12 weeks. (January 13, 2005). You can read about it <a href="http://http://muellerfamily4.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-years-ago.html">here</a>. We found out November 17, 2004 that we were expecting our 2nd child. It was on this EXACT same day, 6 years later, that we learned we were expecting this baby. I had so many emotions that came stirring back but yet I was trusting in God. If he had chosen this was the time for this child everything was going to be ok. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a year of trying to conceive, I visited with my OB to discuss a plan of action. We did several blood test in mid Oct. to make sure that all my levels were where they should be. We then followed up with an Ultrasound to make sure that everything was "normal". What we saw on the ultrasound showed that I had PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). We discussed options and decided that I would start on a round of clomid in November. I had everything I needed and was ready to start with our plan. I waited and waited for my cycle and it never came. I was scared to take a pregnancy test because I had done so so many times in the past months and had been let down by the Negative results over and over. I then noticed that I had a few "symptoms" of pregnancy and decided what the heck. I took the test fully expecting it to be another negative when much to my surprise it was POSITIVE. I began to cry, I was shaking, I was shocked, and had to tell someone. I called Hubs at work and told him, "I think I'm pregnant!" I took another test that night which came up NEGATIVE. Again, I was disappointed and my heart was breaking into a million pieces. How could one be positive and one negative. I decided I'd take one the next morning first thing. I woke up the next morning, my heart was pounding, I wondered What would I see this morning. I took the test and waited what seemed like forever (maybe 1 minute) and it was positive. I called my OB's office and told them about the test and they told me to come in on Friday to do bloodwork. I went in and gave blood and the nurse called me that afternoon saying that it showed I was pregnant but my numbers were really low and not to tell anyone just yet about the pregnancy. She told me to come back in on Monday morning and they want to see that the numbers had gone up. It was the longest weekend. There I was remembering this SAME EXACT scenario as with the pregnancy I lost. </div><div>Monday morning came, I gave my blood, and waited for the call. The nurse called that afternoon and said my numbers looked great and it was ok to tell our families. She said the numbers were probably low because I was only a few weeks pregnant. I was set to have an US in mid Dec. to find out how many weeks I actually was. We still decided to wait until after the US to tell our parents because we wanted to be able to tell them when they could expect their newest grandbaby. Boy was that ever hard. </div><div><br /></div><div>On December 4th, we ended up in the emergency room because I couldn't keep anything down and I was severely dehydrated. I ended up having gastroenteritis. While we were there they did an US and we found out we were 5 weeks and 5 days pregnant at that time. It was great to get to see the little "Dot" of a baby on the screen. It made it more real. We then had our US with my dr. on Dec. 14th and we were 7 weeks 2 days. It was amazing how much bigger the baby had gotten in that short amount of time. The best thing was just seeing the heart beating. We were told we were due July 31, 2011. This is just 4 days past when our Angel baby was due. I feel this is the baby God took from us and now he's blessing us with that July baby.</div><div>Here's a look at our precious baby at 7 weeks 2 days:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2ELdqjnL9479xpTUrCodrdbwOfUtfCBV3houAZEgQ7ehBqqxJjeyWxFBojnwarVSJfL2NuVXJQUSN_5Qc8ppMvRvLsSZUsy_sLqtl_Rrply1QLnJY3gZnzGOmaIcosER9C1agW56X54/s1600/155723_1754435265372_1373662935_1862082_5247909_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2ELdqjnL9479xpTUrCodrdbwOfUtfCBV3houAZEgQ7ehBqqxJjeyWxFBojnwarVSJfL2NuVXJQUSN_5Qc8ppMvRvLsSZUsy_sLqtl_Rrply1QLnJY3gZnzGOmaIcosER9C1agW56X54/s320/155723_1754435265372_1373662935_1862082_5247909_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564361204033549762" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We told both our parents by having the girls both wear "I'm a Big Sister" shirts. Of course, neither set of parents got it right away. They both questioned why Macy, our youngest, was wearing a big sister shirt when she is the little sister. They were not expecting us to have any more children. They were all VERY shocked but VERY excited.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have felt a lot like I did with both of the girls through the first trimester of this pregnancy. I have had lots of nausea, very tired, and headaches. As it got later in the 1st trimester the nausea started to not come as frequent. Praise the Lord!! </div><div><br /></div><div>I went back to my OB for the first time since our initial visit on January 11. I was 11 weeks and 2 days. I was SO excited to get to hear the heart beat for the first time not using US. I got on the table and the nurse got the doppler placed in on my stomach. She began to search for that tiny heart beat. Nothing. She moved it aroud. Still nothing. I started to panic, I began to sweat, and then the tears came. I was remembering all to well not hearing that heart beat. I was just a few days shy of the day I lost my 2nd baby. Finally after what felt like an ETERNITY (was really about 3 minutes) we heard that swishing beat. 172 beat a minute. Thank you God. I began wiping the tears and thanking the nurse as if she had just performed a miracle. To me, it was a miracle. Everything looked great and my OB and I discussed that because of my "maternal age" he was referring me to see a Perinatal specialist. Who would have thought that 35 was SO OLD. HA!! He explained it was mainly a precautionary measures because with being 35 I'm at higher risk for birth defects and chromosomal issues. </div><div><br /></div><div>We met with him on January 18th. We first met with a genetic counselor who got all our family history, discussed in detail all the risks we face, and all the different issues that could be. We then had an extensive Ultrasound with a high tech machine. It was AMAZING all that we could see. The baby was VERY active and flipped all over the place. We were able to see a lot of baby. After the sonogram tech was done, they came in took my blood to test for my percentages of having any of the chromosomal issues. The doctor then came in and did his ultrasound, measuring different things, looking for signs of any defects like Downs Syndrome or Edwards Syndrome. They do this by measuring the back of the neck and looking for the nose bone to be predominant. Both looked great according to the dr. He said the baby looked wonderful. I was told he's good at early gender prediction so I had him take a look and see what he thought. At this time, he's saying GIRL. Oh my, what are we going to do with <b>THREE GIRLS. </b>However, I'm not going to run out and buy pink just yet. We go back on March 1st to find out for sure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's are sweet baby at 12 weeks 2 days: (Sorry these pictures were taken with my phone)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO8hfGJ_hBYD3XztChjDemVuBcSdxrYn5e54_qs5PY-DPUThsh4Kih-Xf9rC1AZV75X2SNo0icv4MUZjx8RQgC_ulehruV6o2DHnNi3E4_WZIPOFvT6xE3z7jnuOVz9Hgl2FFyXbYXe0/s1600/165593_1815586594117_1373662935_1988210_7518075_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO8hfGJ_hBYD3XztChjDemVuBcSdxrYn5e54_qs5PY-DPUThsh4Kih-Xf9rC1AZV75X2SNo0icv4MUZjx8RQgC_ulehruV6o2DHnNi3E4_WZIPOFvT6xE3z7jnuOVz9Hgl2FFyXbYXe0/s320/165593_1815586594117_1373662935_1988210_7518075_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564363424233586018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Profile of baby looking down.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSqcP6iDD84UNYjl2caHoHQkfVhfn-aobJWzssrQQUPtOykejsY_EvXX7C-79NFjklAmQj007MA4wbB2lYbGNWKGZtA2wfDhiHDn1LTf6IYoEOaSFJf4JhJ-UNmMg3TA1_HpIt5k4HvE/s1600/166303_1815589754196_1373662935_1988213_544994_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSqcP6iDD84UNYjl2caHoHQkfVhfn-aobJWzssrQQUPtOykejsY_EvXX7C-79NFjklAmQj007MA4wbB2lYbGNWKGZtA2wfDhiHDn1LTf6IYoEOaSFJf4JhJ-UNmMg3TA1_HpIt5k4HvE/s320/166303_1815589754196_1373662935_1988213_544994_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564363605724954482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">4D picture of baby. Looks like a little alien.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwRnKZZ1Au9OD-dAo3aPb8o5RJAlLqVhE40YOliDTYavXFc-SGP1P8kzh7eGfajk_HltHFhZ9XzSNCnAebARgkLot9ec8uALQmw7v5tcB6vtNgoikwr-XtUdKuu3530h6T4XWkDbpzpw/s1600/168298_1815588514165_1373662935_1988211_501447_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwRnKZZ1Au9OD-dAo3aPb8o5RJAlLqVhE40YOliDTYavXFc-SGP1P8kzh7eGfajk_HltHFhZ9XzSNCnAebARgkLot9ec8uALQmw7v5tcB6vtNgoikwr-XtUdKuu3530h6T4XWkDbpzpw/s320/168298_1815588514165_1373662935_1988211_501447_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564364079185265682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is a picture of the top of "her" head and "her" arms out.</div><div><br /></div>We got some AMAZING video but I won't bore you with it. We are just so excited and can't wait to spoil this baby. We did get the furniture ordered last week because the brand we chose takes 20 weeks to get in. Please continue to keep us in your prayers as we go through this pregnancy. I'll definetly be keeping you all updated. This is going to be my "journal for baby".</div><div>I leave you with the first belly shot. I did not take belly pictures with either girl and I wish I would have. I'm going to document as much with this one as I can. Even if I look HORRIBLE!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZFMt2-VVOEWcw6r2n-sYCAB0Vb5QK82MVoMJ73YG5ncEMrGdqSN4kBpaHPrPq_GEuNkwwm_7rYmQR4r3S9Q9rWAPxMIhYkvXQYaYt26dtMup-cXNnJaF_L5KPXE8tQDvKyYZfgCeHbo/s1600/DSC03469.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZFMt2-VVOEWcw6r2n-sYCAB0Vb5QK82MVoMJ73YG5ncEMrGdqSN4kBpaHPrPq_GEuNkwwm_7rYmQR4r3S9Q9rWAPxMIhYkvXQYaYt26dtMup-cXNnJaF_L5KPXE8tQDvKyYZfgCeHbo/s320/DSC03469.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564365463615589794" /></a><br />We go back to the dr. for a normal routine checkup on Feb 8th and then back for more blood work at the Perinatal office on Feb 15th. </div><div><br />Till next time.<br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-72469528428273827142010-12-03T09:03:00.007-06:002010-12-03T09:18:40.802-06:00Show Us your life-Entry WaysThis week on Kelly's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Korner</span> Show Us Your Life it's entry ways. In our new home we don't have a great big entry way. We do have more than what we were going to have before. If you remember in an earlier post that we enclosed 2 walls that were meant to be formal dining to make it an office instead. In doing this, it created an entry way. Take a look....<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4psH8nviWu_4GRmMAcPvnAj7Jo-EezChKq3xXFvYH5mcWa8ty8LZgYnOMptg8hrXu3klMWFIHzxSDz_jH2-Crx9tLPJtMAT0B8yvdLuRlMFjylm1dM2x6-z2_RiVu6j5FG0sE2t2UQE/s1600/DSC02947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4psH8nviWu_4GRmMAcPvnAj7Jo-EezChKq3xXFvYH5mcWa8ty8LZgYnOMptg8hrXu3klMWFIHzxSDz_jH2-Crx9tLPJtMAT0B8yvdLuRlMFjylm1dM2x6-z2_RiVu6j5FG0sE2t2UQE/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546473363337610930" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A view of the outside entry from the driveway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk5wGjoz573t15F2uHLNWErBkjDlfTMYjzNbRJIqT_O-Kr6uAqzK0JW0BjSt3qg49iuWhUKuwii4Mo1Ob665BJ5X79AK5nae0oWJ41H9zYUfzG2Nc7r-cuhZTthLnVTmIu233m_TkWMo/s1600/DSC02886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk5wGjoz573t15F2uHLNWErBkjDlfTMYjzNbRJIqT_O-Kr6uAqzK0JW0BjSt3qg49iuWhUKuwii4Mo1Ob665BJ5X79AK5nae0oWJ41H9zYUfzG2Nc7r-cuhZTthLnVTmIu233m_TkWMo/s320/DSC02886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546472585490029762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is looking at the entry to our house from the street.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpTRa4Gt0bcx279dClMmbK6_goWtYPepYa_SLGNxn0uc9OklIM_elZCx2EZkXPS7UEj9gJu3W57e82SjdX2q7Q8xN0akOZPSAFasAUj6c_XyViWMVy3PYNCt7E-I6SYk-6wiNlFHZvpI/s1600/DSC02889.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpTRa4Gt0bcx279dClMmbK6_goWtYPepYa_SLGNxn0uc9OklIM_elZCx2EZkXPS7UEj9gJu3W57e82SjdX2q7Q8xN0akOZPSAFasAUj6c_XyViWMVy3PYNCt7E-I6SYk-6wiNlFHZvpI/s320/DSC02889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546472899376999058" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We're getting closer to getting inside.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtfXPDiK4xNhMJUzU4ylxw7a761Ly-Me0x_XqQeQgFejTuA1Z52C47lXHgOiPbjyBT2omenLl0ICwNBe2ncB3xYCgOyeVSnHiGjAaUSEVhsM3jXCLrkPEBISQ779a6guDFZUoiJwM1kA/s1600/DSC03093.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtfXPDiK4xNhMJUzU4ylxw7a761Ly-Me0x_XqQeQgFejTuA1Z52C47lXHgOiPbjyBT2omenLl0ICwNBe2ncB3xYCgOyeVSnHiGjAaUSEVhsM3jXCLrkPEBISQ779a6guDFZUoiJwM1kA/s320/DSC03093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546474029508552834" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Looking at the front door. I'd like to find a nice area rug to go in this area. That carpet strip you see is just scrap carpet from when we first moved in. I forgot to move it when taking the pictures. These were all taken 4 months ago when we first moved in. Ha!!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCcLn7Wi68Z8XSfs9qmD8tzDXoOJXOlVq9wFZ36K-AnoFYF7jwwYDY3g9U7vuIJ_s9YdnnptWpxp5USFvIEDMl0mgNwqAHWGirlRCk7_U49iXRHnsvZPW0uh_DPzehlUyUUs9EsA926I/s1600/DSC03094.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCcLn7Wi68Z8XSfs9qmD8tzDXoOJXOlVq9wFZ36K-AnoFYF7jwwYDY3g9U7vuIJ_s9YdnnptWpxp5USFvIEDMl0mgNwqAHWGirlRCk7_U49iXRHnsvZPW0uh_DPzehlUyUUs9EsA926I/s320/DSC03094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546474253382904098" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, those cords still need some cord covers on them. HA!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKXL1HNUchUb7XK3maVYX_PfYFWD0NQ8wjha6sPzakQ7fODQnaDbo9o2NWg78S35Aqd4nbaSfMLOoqIv5rIrIK47TMspPA7C6HlnyMBWm3YzTyUEERllATD19sQDmeVUWXOm9u3mckR8/s1600/DSC03095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKXL1HNUchUb7XK3maVYX_PfYFWD0NQ8wjha6sPzakQ7fODQnaDbo9o2NWg78S35Aqd4nbaSfMLOoqIv5rIrIK47TMspPA7C6HlnyMBWm3YzTyUEERllATD19sQDmeVUWXOm9u3mckR8/s320/DSC03095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546474803552558754" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the view you see if standing at the front door.</div><br />I would still like to do something to fancy this space up a little more but I just haven't found what I want yet. I can't wait to see what others looks like. Maybe, I'll even get some ideas.<div><br /></div><div>Thanks for stopping by!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-5269421414401475412010-11-26T12:49:00.002-06:002010-11-26T13:01:49.925-06:00Happy Thanksgiving 2010Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. We loved spending Thanksgiving in our new home back in Oklahoma close to our families and friends. It did seem a little weird to not drive the 3 hours to see our families. This year I hosted Thanksgiving with Hubs side of the family. This was the first time that I have EVER cooked a HUGE meal for people. I must say, I was a little bit nervous. Many of the things I made I had NEVER made before and I was about to serve them to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in laws</span>. What if I messed it up, what if they get sick, what if it's just PLAIN disgusting?<div>I prepared some of the items the night before and got up early Thanksgiving morning to finish all the cooking. It's A LOT of hard work. Now I know how much work goes into it. I have to say that everything turned out delicious and everyone thought so too. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">YAY</span>, for me!! However, I'm not sure I'm ready to make this a tradition. HA!!</div><div>I have SO many things to be thankful for this year. God has truly provided for our family on HIS timing. The beginning of the year was rough with things going on with HUBS. God's hand was right in the middle and we learned more than ever to TRUST him. He provided just as he promises he will. We got to move back to Oklahoma to be closer to our friends and family. I'm loving being back but still miss SO much about Texas. We were blessed with a new beautiful home and even able to rent our home in Texas. God is good!! November started out with a scare with Mom suffering 3 heart attacks that ended up in surgery and a stay in the hospital. I'm SO thankful that God chose to keep her here longer. I can't imagine my life without her in it. I can't imagine my kids growing up and not knowing her and making memories with her. She lost her mom at around the same age I am now and so she knows what it's like to not have your mom around. As you all know, even as grown adults, there are times when you JUST NEED YOUR MOM! Love you momma and so blessed to have you here. Please do EVERYTHING you can to get healthy and remain that way. We need you!!</div><div>We still have a little over a month left of this year and there are still MANY things that we have to be thankful for. </div><div>I'm so thankful for my wonderful husband that works HARD everyday so that I can stay home with my girls, that we have the nice things we have, and that he loves me the way he does. I'm thankful for my 2 beautiful girls that are healthy, happy, and SO MUCH FUN! </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>May God bless you and your family during this holiday season.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-18463104071101263182010-11-12T13:12:00.009-06:002010-11-12T13:31:20.095-06:00Show us your life-BathroomsThis week at Kelly's Korner she is doing Show Us Your Life-Bathrooms. This is something that we DO have in our house. HA! The past few weeks I haven't been able to participate because we didn't have the rooms or talent that she was portraying. So come on and take a look.<div><br /></div><div>First I'll start with my girls bathroom:</div><div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9eTDJ8mkFX__P7qsWkVZjIuVZXuCZyF1lNzaYOIa1qMbZ0yTJpu38EEyNv2OHXdFwYyJQATCE_EpfR7DXIVhWyaIuhI9lPzPW1D049I9UMGSG-yK6tmYWrp2NO6GIrV_VtY-iL3hGyE/s1600/DSC03083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9eTDJ8mkFX__P7qsWkVZjIuVZXuCZyF1lNzaYOIa1qMbZ0yTJpu38EEyNv2OHXdFwYyJQATCE_EpfR7DXIVhWyaIuhI9lPzPW1D049I9UMGSG-yK6tmYWrp2NO6GIrV_VtY-iL3hGyE/s320/DSC03083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538743878633377266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">View from the hallway looking at the sink area.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4pGzIeE2PN9xIHqhq1YHjrUUQ3JjK8VU_SsS0RPIoNF2w2voHYzxSgZFNjBGEEKIulAG-2Zt4dQqwJD-gHw2Vzr78RMY1aArZYNrNE_0k8JAOvKGFz1VU2qeuRt4ORVe6BXK-f1SLgI/s1600/DSC03084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4pGzIeE2PN9xIHqhq1YHjrUUQ3JjK8VU_SsS0RPIoNF2w2voHYzxSgZFNjBGEEKIulAG-2Zt4dQqwJD-gHw2Vzr78RMY1aArZYNrNE_0k8JAOvKGFz1VU2qeuRt4ORVe6BXK-f1SLgI/s320/DSC03084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538744111223364850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">More of a straight on view. I had the shower curtain made so it would be extra long.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVzUo5qnNjaujglDW4wchSZftc_PYUgADJ78q6iYQ8OX6X-6NLJYLNdKYpgIoit7-9g520-tZKrlRci8frIzR6eEk4xeCzU5M6HsJWAgmYEvB5r7NV4CwJNDTJodR3JOAxqQryqNFpaY/s1600/DSC03085.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVzUo5qnNjaujglDW4wchSZftc_PYUgADJ78q6iYQ8OX6X-6NLJYLNdKYpgIoit7-9g520-tZKrlRci8frIzR6eEk4xeCzU5M6HsJWAgmYEvB5r7NV4CwJNDTJodR3JOAxqQryqNFpaY/s320/DSC03085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538744298469388738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another wall.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The bathroom is right between their bedrooms. My oldest wishes she had her own bathroom. She doesn't like having to share with little sister. Get used to it sweetheart.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next is our half bath/Powder bath:</div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xdqWzppUC5lmed1VpEHzEZVjw1UBzd6lLR2orLmLdPOiuXD7-lC9zZyCp4NndL-39m2WJ-vsV5WxDQmodwEtsDEb8FPXDvHKAqFp-VP2ruBLYUdXegeI__gLaVNToouHJ3RXPYHYK8g/s1600/DSC03111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xdqWzppUC5lmed1VpEHzEZVjw1UBzd6lLR2orLmLdPOiuXD7-lC9zZyCp4NndL-39m2WJ-vsV5WxDQmodwEtsDEb8FPXDvHKAqFp-VP2ruBLYUdXegeI__gLaVNToouHJ3RXPYHYK8g/s320/DSC03111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538745383481224514" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxlczSoOoZYaeld6ID6JnlvbD3bmqmRtgnzRpT1zOHb8a37vt6FSmurUptLGrAjsXH6P-Mej321ULgtAf_w2yS1TVxvXJrkcNy23O9p50PYEWfEHNdcVzQ0EdPzYo9XUcTqfkdYbjMAo/s1600/DSC03112.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxlczSoOoZYaeld6ID6JnlvbD3bmqmRtgnzRpT1zOHb8a37vt6FSmurUptLGrAjsXH6P-Mej321ULgtAf_w2yS1TVxvXJrkcNy23O9p50PYEWfEHNdcVzQ0EdPzYo9XUcTqfkdYbjMAo/s320/DSC03112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538745599482699330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This bathroom was already complete when we decided to purchase the house. The brick wall part is not something that I would probably chosen but it's growing on me. We may eventually decide to change it but for now it will have to work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now for our Master Bath:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4zwv2gDoPsfVhrA4MLk_ILQmNwG6qQQqRYAFKUJn4on_AVSEZESpM4bifQ3HxPMQU66D0ArUgk6A2YK3vhiPM4E68TYwD0wcXgh4IfDQADKJlzNOVQ3MvTpmKKh3pwfyWVXIrmXS5jA/s1600/DSC03114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4zwv2gDoPsfVhrA4MLk_ILQmNwG6qQQqRYAFKUJn4on_AVSEZESpM4bifQ3HxPMQU66D0ArUgk6A2YK3vhiPM4E68TYwD0wcXgh4IfDQADKJlzNOVQ3MvTpmKKh3pwfyWVXIrmXS5jA/s320/DSC03114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538746306524237906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looking in from our bedroom.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoF4jtJg_niKbAo8CMGbb5SVszo_JIJUnrD_fcRPzov5bqs4xmo-VHgTmWw2qcc8PFbTFocB79jzFN3Nz6kL48ucM2MZWGE7sUhrHvTL7n7ArhdTPWwv3VZfprhkuIZ7lzCkqK44G6Gw/s1600/DSC03115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoF4jtJg_niKbAo8CMGbb5SVszo_JIJUnrD_fcRPzov5bqs4xmo-VHgTmWw2qcc8PFbTFocB79jzFN3Nz6kL48ucM2MZWGE7sUhrHvTL7n7ArhdTPWwv3VZfprhkuIZ7lzCkqK44G6Gw/s320/DSC03115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538746478267369714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Straight forward view. The back "room" you see is where the Potty area is. To the right the first door is our closet that wraps ALL the way around the shower which is on the right as well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKX6XxadOZH8aNCuUyYEjGzKTHOsh7kP87tf5V7h0gQ3-5vuUp18IyQT2j2jwfWa7RHBLwzzI7DVTGPcww51mJq_kH22Ez9FzzMHlUvVKZvDznJp6CTbyEI2j67UGpVBeXmzISeqnIzZU/s1600/DSC03113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKX6XxadOZH8aNCuUyYEjGzKTHOsh7kP87tf5V7h0gQ3-5vuUp18IyQT2j2jwfWa7RHBLwzzI7DVTGPcww51mJq_kH22Ez9FzzMHlUvVKZvDznJp6CTbyEI2j67UGpVBeXmzISeqnIzZU/s320/DSC03113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538746672430522274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Inside our shower which I LOVE!! It has double shower heads and is like being at the spa it's so big. Big selling point for me to buy this house. HA!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeC17JN0UIA4GvdtLcRxIGFjsnWKPmBX-dIzvE_AnX2RR73WO1tFmTORFUtskq2hi5cvT7xwOdAVaoRzag1Znr6ZWklW__RFaXy-PaiyOcDT6SfFgs5etIEn-fMoal67IpT7yNtQksJPI/s1600/DSC03116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeC17JN0UIA4GvdtLcRxIGFjsnWKPmBX-dIzvE_AnX2RR73WO1tFmTORFUtskq2hi5cvT7xwOdAVaoRzag1Znr6ZWklW__RFaXy-PaiyOcDT6SfFgs5etIEn-fMoal67IpT7yNtQksJPI/s320/DSC03116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538746871535727202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shower with door closed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't have a picture of tub area. We have a large garden jacuzzi tub which I use quite often.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There you have it, our bathrooms. Thanks for stopping by and taking a look. I can't wait to see the others. </div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-29855158017274553632010-11-09T12:48:00.019-06:002010-11-09T13:48:33.485-06:00My life is crazy....Time to play catch up again. I haven't been participating in Kelly's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Korner</span> -Show us your life lately because the areas of the house she's been doing we don't have. We chose not to have a formal dining room and right now we use our extra bedroom as a playroom for the girls. <div>I began keeping my nephew back in the middle of October when my sister in law went back to work. I keep him on Mondays, Wednesdays, and every other Friday. My mother in law keeps him on the other days so I can still have my "kid free" days to run errands, go to the doctor, etc. Those are the days that Macy goes to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MDO</span>. I have really enjoyed having him. He's a lot of fun but you quickly forget (since it's been 4.5 years since I had a little baby in the house) how much attention/time they require. I enjoy it though and I'm happy that I can help my brother in law and sister in law out. I'm not going to be doing it forever. We did it to help while he was still so small.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8uO34IPJ-YE9HepThHhziVGwHhyphenhyphen7gkwHZ6lkjXM9TB0KNAaLFa7v0eSMlgGh0lYm8esZerIJGa3SahhMErrAzN99d8LLL_yEP09ObjzSk-h0xh8PF-I0Irs7pCRR9ppW-13r04AumPU/s1600/DSC03285.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8uO34IPJ-YE9HepThHhziVGwHhyphenhyphen7gkwHZ6lkjXM9TB0KNAaLFa7v0eSMlgGh0lYm8esZerIJGa3SahhMErrAzN99d8LLL_yEP09ObjzSk-h0xh8PF-I0Irs7pCRR9ppW-13r04AumPU/s1600/DSC03285.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8uO34IPJ-YE9HepThHhziVGwHhyphenhyphen7gkwHZ6lkjXM9TB0KNAaLFa7v0eSMlgGh0lYm8esZerIJGa3SahhMErrAzN99d8LLL_yEP09ObjzSk-h0xh8PF-I0Irs7pCRR9ppW-13r04AumPU/s320/DSC03285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537625579555954546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Macy and Jackson.</div><div><br /></div>She likes him and loves to play with him but DOES NOT like it when he cries or when he takes too much of my time. She's the baby after all. HA!</div><div><br /></div><div>The end of the month was busy with preparing for Halloween, we took a trip back to Texas to visit friends, and to surprise one of Madeline's dear friend at her birthday party. She really wanted Madeline to be there but didn't think it would happen since we now live in Oklahoma. It worked out that Madeline had Fall break from school for 2 days so we showed up and she was so surprised and so happy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3olbEoOkdOnYs9hsB5nG3aTLw03rwWAvA_TFBtPJuHAPX_R1ZsRx2AGGDEphvu7krb6rhhAc4lOhHc3eIRp5Mt_oODW6oFLjCoRibyjD-RNDPJ-u0KUbNuLPmb4HMBTkpHc2AqGbHrXo/s1600/DSC03268.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3olbEoOkdOnYs9hsB5nG3aTLw03rwWAvA_TFBtPJuHAPX_R1ZsRx2AGGDEphvu7krb6rhhAc4lOhHc3eIRp5Mt_oODW6oFLjCoRibyjD-RNDPJ-u0KUbNuLPmb4HMBTkpHc2AqGbHrXo/s320/DSC03268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626500995559410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Tyler answering the door and seeing Madeline for the first time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had a great weekend and got to see LOTS of our friends. However, I think one of the highlights of the weekend was going to church on Sunday at our church, Harvest. We LOVE that place and all it's people. We are missing it lots. It was so good to see many of our church family that day. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Halloween came and went and left us about 4 buckets FULL of candy. This candy has got to find it's way out of this house because I'm gaining by the day because I can't seem to keep my hand out. The girls had a great time this year. We went to a place called Storybook Forest which is a GREAT alternative to the SCARY Halloween doings. It is out by one of the lakes in our area and they have it out in the forest and it depicts all the different Storybook characters. The girls loved it and had a blast. These are just some of the stories they had in the forest.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTh79y8t5kCPml7ZbFrw2khiU6KEOzxoP9fB9kWdfbR49HCjP7EQOdO9AlF30ZPPP6_V5fgPmbHpL0MbbkZaUcT3Kj8OeEjGcs6m1lMl9yaKDumNmI-iq5saJw46gBizJoeRKoSEaL-Q/s1600/DSC03299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTh79y8t5kCPml7ZbFrw2khiU6KEOzxoP9fB9kWdfbR49HCjP7EQOdO9AlF30ZPPP6_V5fgPmbHpL0MbbkZaUcT3Kj8OeEjGcs6m1lMl9yaKDumNmI-iq5saJw46gBizJoeRKoSEaL-Q/s320/DSC03299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537628894537519154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline and Macy getting ready to go in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6O0eTwqReCuhImFmDLaV7Hhyphenhyphen0Z4Bx7aij3-Jkq3Exa62eCWEAM_Qxy9c-wiWpDCeOeFzCBxh5WImslCUOPiT8joqP3bMRfrNLCXjKzC6-MVSXiP-vaIJsIT0e6CrbDXYJClY-9QtZ3M/s1600/DSC03305.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6O0eTwqReCuhImFmDLaV7Hhyphenhyphen0Z4Bx7aij3-Jkq3Exa62eCWEAM_Qxy9c-wiWpDCeOeFzCBxh5WImslCUOPiT8joqP3bMRfrNLCXjKzC6-MVSXiP-vaIJsIT0e6CrbDXYJClY-9QtZ3M/s1600/DSC03305.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6O0eTwqReCuhImFmDLaV7Hhyphenhyphen0Z4Bx7aij3-Jkq3Exa62eCWEAM_Qxy9c-wiWpDCeOeFzCBxh5WImslCUOPiT8joqP3bMRfrNLCXjKzC6-MVSXiP-vaIJsIT0e6CrbDXYJClY-9QtZ3M/s320/DSC03305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537629341524331586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rapunzel. Throw down your candy!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu20_ecLxVnETTyKJVk0B87vF69nyC63h88OmROQ6e34czZIqKrLYpi6imd3vAro_Ft5rd5ur9eYXmpN2omZPFgM8FxYPQbKN03jaHF5VrFL2_oNz0HyvqV7fA-IF6N2c3sToMRktG6k/s1600/DSC03310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu20_ecLxVnETTyKJVk0B87vF69nyC63h88OmROQ6e34czZIqKrLYpi6imd3vAro_Ft5rd5ur9eYXmpN2omZPFgM8FxYPQbKN03jaHF5VrFL2_oNz0HyvqV7fA-IF6N2c3sToMRktG6k/s320/DSC03310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537629529379727522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmDMvd16bTIQlGIMb3UoW_dv8TYUrqu793XbqrqG77NVjETSxXfeDV3-YdQhqWb4KY1QKh16Gyak_AfBqt5ErN8grG6vqg2eXf_d8wnnRxQtXu9cbIqTmxL6ui7jwvMmVDzWHtcUt7uM/s1600/DSC03313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmDMvd16bTIQlGIMb3UoW_dv8TYUrqu793XbqrqG77NVjETSxXfeDV3-YdQhqWb4KY1QKh16Gyak_AfBqt5ErN8grG6vqg2eXf_d8wnnRxQtXu9cbIqTmxL6ui7jwvMmVDzWHtcUt7uM/s320/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537629697968430946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Little Old Lady Who Live in a Shoe.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4E3G-kW44pA3V-jXfdvQ1a4vITe7lL6hNRx9e3yGEFsAyjZMotySmZx2QEduyIEoO6UiAuWU4Nbx5N1_9YSJDmg1DxJtWA5VfzS9HMMtZelnQOGAkyhl2cda3U5IMARlF8Le-qPY4uUc/s1600/DSC03325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4E3G-kW44pA3V-jXfdvQ1a4vITe7lL6hNRx9e3yGEFsAyjZMotySmZx2QEduyIEoO6UiAuWU4Nbx5N1_9YSJDmg1DxJtWA5VfzS9HMMtZelnQOGAkyhl2cda3U5IMARlF8Le-qPY4uUc/s320/DSC03325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537629973209566370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Three Little Pigs.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlST1DIuAlVDnsG2X8x97RXu7uIqWOVzH349NiRd43saRE_Vmge_ykiEoHW26LQMrUu1jVu-YuqhyCIU1XxcO5qUXBWNoRfg8XRe97-kIpF0VInwLOA7bjB-SAbCl-WMvED7YDOpV4Di0/s1600/DSC03329.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlST1DIuAlVDnsG2X8x97RXu7uIqWOVzH349NiRd43saRE_Vmge_ykiEoHW26LQMrUu1jVu-YuqhyCIU1XxcO5qUXBWNoRfg8XRe97-kIpF0VInwLOA7bjB-SAbCl-WMvED7YDOpV4Di0/s320/DSC03329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537630160767185794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hansel and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gretal's</span> house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">At the end of the forest they had a hay ride, kid games, a tent with a girl reading stories, and they had about 7 different camp fires going where you could roast <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">marsh mellows</span> and hot dogs as a family or with friends. We will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definitely</span> be going back next year.</div><div style="text-align: left;">On the weekend we got together with my brothers kids and carved pumpkins. The kids had a great time digging all the pumpkin "guts" out. The girls were a little taken back at first then dug right in. They turned out so cute. Take a look...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEotX6Tgwt89d_OsoMhHvoSlPR5kV3soJjQVQtOHDQwQx-37eVu5pVneFoVaL95JL6216lGS6CLGRwNRYt8UBjKOODt8RWm6xQVoGqA3rxmkvJGN8wZc6qkf8WMI6kwzm_MZCjGP0IGz4/s1600/DSC03341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEotX6Tgwt89d_OsoMhHvoSlPR5kV3soJjQVQtOHDQwQx-37eVu5pVneFoVaL95JL6216lGS6CLGRwNRYt8UBjKOODt8RWm6xQVoGqA3rxmkvJGN8wZc6qkf8WMI6kwzm_MZCjGP0IGz4/s320/DSC03341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537632483650783666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Papa is getting the kids all ready.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqEl9VAEJDRJpv3_fZMtN7qPG1XKJKJ3Bb1w9LDyFZlZQqjk9eZ2_r_b6QE9qh5T2Ba2nn9Ji9i_PEIWat5Ff54avywUjVgs7SzWeSmDkeiQ63YKf1K1k0xPKTdIx_edLTXgOFctvAk4/s1600/DSC03348.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqEl9VAEJDRJpv3_fZMtN7qPG1XKJKJ3Bb1w9LDyFZlZQqjk9eZ2_r_b6QE9qh5T2Ba2nn9Ji9i_PEIWat5Ff54avywUjVgs7SzWeSmDkeiQ63YKf1K1k0xPKTdIx_edLTXgOFctvAk4/s320/DSC03348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537632627414077170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dig in. I love the looks on their faces.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDHDYn9yJQFBa_AKnlhAx066eTJ849khr7-jpmBVQcP-eQ94f02zq_bfnRVRgKBy98-vmIcEML4yz6Ctj8mJxX_h9jOSg3WnU9C3069eXG_u9MNaTPEekY2pkZ6QnMo17IUs9KEmzBAY/s1600/DSC03351.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDHDYn9yJQFBa_AKnlhAx066eTJ849khr7-jpmBVQcP-eQ94f02zq_bfnRVRgKBy98-vmIcEML4yz6Ctj8mJxX_h9jOSg3WnU9C3069eXG_u9MNaTPEekY2pkZ6QnMo17IUs9KEmzBAY/s320/DSC03351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537632777798870082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Macy's didn't mind getting her hands all dirty.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yMDDJN0nug2aoNZaIbRpdfasriZ09FdPvt8J04yJbF-zL1vmxP4P9keXtDOQF1K7WsBI8vxdtRHQTv2jwpjSvaQVcMK7mdJkFkkp3AUs76iuqH172sUoRurEaULLZ50uHOiSV7egdjU/s1600/DSC03361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yMDDJN0nug2aoNZaIbRpdfasriZ09FdPvt8J04yJbF-zL1vmxP4P9keXtDOQF1K7WsBI8vxdtRHQTv2jwpjSvaQVcMK7mdJkFkkp3AUs76iuqH172sUoRurEaULLZ50uHOiSV7egdjU/s320/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537633062323042370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All the cousins with their pumpkins.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline (7), Macy (4), Lyric (21 months), & Garrett (10)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY7mtAyHt7pwFXj0rQ7izPFZgC2Gs5M9JfBmQbgS2nr5aAvnp0BZwmcl6v_v0JrunuCVq9asrXCZVgwfirh-sTDdCbXf-Nr7B3uxY0Nq2yVwoQoGHTJb0v2rHMeZISiYf8ldsImDJClk/s1600/DSC03364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY7mtAyHt7pwFXj0rQ7izPFZgC2Gs5M9JfBmQbgS2nr5aAvnp0BZwmcl6v_v0JrunuCVq9asrXCZVgwfirh-sTDdCbXf-Nr7B3uxY0Nq2yVwoQoGHTJb0v2rHMeZISiYf8ldsImDJClk/s320/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537633225584484946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Silly Cousins!!</div><br />That night the girls got dressed up in their costumes and were ready to go do some trick or treating. We were so lucky that the weather was perfect. In Oklahoma, you NEVER know what the weather is going to be.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtPQR0xxDra9-4g4vqdRYL62b1NArQ0fufunUtJ4TJp1kXmEow8huunFUsMViE4mRVLixfpczIFfFGqmIp4MrygT0NLn4CBGH_r63TcRKbWiguhgOCxp5tPgnVOWt0M5UXE9982Q6prg/s1600/DSC03369.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtPQR0xxDra9-4g4vqdRYL62b1NArQ0fufunUtJ4TJp1kXmEow8huunFUsMViE4mRVLixfpczIFfFGqmIp4MrygT0NLn4CBGH_r63TcRKbWiguhgOCxp5tPgnVOWt0M5UXE9982Q6prg/s320/DSC03369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537634159569136210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Veterinarian</span> Madeline</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mnbRTzRxsXYlov5SZVecs6zat934tpzB0PuTkEqfOHu_BvV8nALzRJIaM8dQasbUM3iPn0EIN4qxQzVNPoZVK6JbXxUE-vgb_54WtJvhgHvq3SqmIBttDGaGqZSG3RGeGNZm66f_r7Q/s1600/DSC03372.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mnbRTzRxsXYlov5SZVecs6zat934tpzB0PuTkEqfOHu_BvV8nALzRJIaM8dQasbUM3iPn0EIN4qxQzVNPoZVK6JbXxUE-vgb_54WtJvhgHvq3SqmIBttDGaGqZSG3RGeGNZm66f_r7Q/s320/DSC03372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537634333576294242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Southern Belle Macy</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA08NUdv8_QIHeAWWlvxJtnmC-xbUVabmz_6So_w3ms8qpHGn2rDkKRenbHjtfZrkU8cQAmwCX_1iRujDoefykyjSWAp9whW3G4R3Y8uPqt_fPSG77K1RwzVY0-ZO5LrdP28X_KipWSQo/s1600/DSC03374.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA08NUdv8_QIHeAWWlvxJtnmC-xbUVabmz_6So_w3ms8qpHGn2rDkKRenbHjtfZrkU8cQAmwCX_1iRujDoefykyjSWAp9whW3G4R3Y8uPqt_fPSG77K1RwzVY0-ZO5LrdP28X_KipWSQo/s320/DSC03374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537634488622354082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Enough Pictures...We want to go get CANDY!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We made it through...Until next year....!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On a more serious note. My mom had been having these "episodes" of severe nausea, intense pain, dizziness, anxiety, and fatigue. She'd had them off and on for the past 2 weeks. She said it felt like intense acid reflux or possibly her gallbladder. She had 2 of them last week so I made her go into the doctor to get checked and figure out what was causing the pain. She went in last Thursday (November 4) to her primary care doctor. He wanted to start by doing an EKG. What he saw sent him in emergency mode. He gave her a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nitro</span> glycerin pill and told her to head straight to the Heart hospital and that she needed to call someone to drive her there and he would be calling to let them know that she was on her way. She called me in hysterics scared because she didn't know what was going on. She had my aunt take her because she was the closest and my dad, brothers, and I all headed straight there. I was terrified because I didn't know what was going on other than the doctor saw something and sent her straight there. I got there and she was already back in an emergency room with my dad. We waited and waited what seemed like forever. My dad finally came out and told us that these "episodes" that she had been having were actually heart attacks and they were taking her right back to do an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">arteriogram</span> and would fix whatever they find. The test showed that she had 100% blockage in one artery and 95% in another. They were able to go in and do a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">stent</span> in the 95% blocked one and chose to watch the other for now. She said in the hospital for 3 days and was doing well. She is home now and resting and regaining all her strength. Mom was also diagnosed with diabetes about a year and a half ago and I guess the two go hand in hand (heart disease and Diabetics). She is going to have to make some lifestyle changes and I know she can do it. It's very scary to think that if she would have had one more attack that could have been it. I would no longer have my mother, my best friend. I thank God daily for allowing her to stay with us. I can't imagine my life without her and my girls not getting the chance to know her. I will do all I can to help her and my dad do what they need to do to become healthier and live as long as possible. I would appreciate any and all prayers that she recovers quickly and does what she is told to keep this from happening again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I leave you with our crazy dog, Cooper....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNQKa_M7KBC1IujSdoKd7Yipid6AlZ2lJI5pH1hxDNbVLdwDq3X-6r68d8M_JXX1Z_GvYSRWNTjS55uEIZgfxVQgo1Yzcry_J6CLl_3QT6DC8iV6HD-pGqqtnDghlfBidPTq5YnfYemg/s1600/DSC03213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNQKa_M7KBC1IujSdoKd7Yipid6AlZ2lJI5pH1hxDNbVLdwDq3X-6r68d8M_JXX1Z_GvYSRWNTjS55uEIZgfxVQgo1Yzcry_J6CLl_3QT6DC8iV6HD-pGqqtnDghlfBidPTq5YnfYemg/s320/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638579840253666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cuddling with his daddy.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DkXP5YBy4A_aggbSozgtGeh9e80Xm5qgeiazXiHClo6z1e-iw3VWYXTH1LQ2gdlvnrA9d5G2ppxa3Fq_q28iDfYizHLkw4oCt95Y4G2qlR9sTS-lzq_y-UXAucRYK-xSNTirjoe9KwY/s1600/DSC03269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DkXP5YBy4A_aggbSozgtGeh9e80Xm5qgeiazXiHClo6z1e-iw3VWYXTH1LQ2gdlvnrA9d5G2ppxa3Fq_q28iDfYizHLkw4oCt95Y4G2qlR9sTS-lzq_y-UXAucRYK-xSNTirjoe9KwY/s320/DSC03269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537638998147135218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is how he lays out in the middle of the yard in the hot sun. He's so funny and that's why we love him so.</div></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-58212730933863166202010-10-18T11:46:00.014-05:002010-10-18T14:08:03.792-05:00Busy Weekend...It was a busy weekend in our house this past weekend. Last week, Madeline took part in a cheer clinic put on by our local high school cheer and pom squads. She had a great time. During the week they learned a cheer and dance. They then got to present what they had learned during the week at halftime of the football game Friday night. She was super excited that LOTS of people would be watching her. I tried to video her but there were so many girls out on the field and with all the turns, leaps, kicks, jumps, etc it was impossible to record her so instead here are a few still shots of my beautiful girl.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26VNeuEIqAIU6ZPfTwIySRvzhLBfzMptQ4exeKZu3EA26V6sNicGHN8O3DdM9nodty8EyAOgOl603eyV5oGSi60zN6fTSOa3UNOToo6D00lJ2h3ZJA6iQWPgRFrq9_7xtL-Y_ZN1KITs/s1600/DSC03202.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26VNeuEIqAIU6ZPfTwIySRvzhLBfzMptQ4exeKZu3EA26V6sNicGHN8O3DdM9nodty8EyAOgOl603eyV5oGSi60zN6fTSOa3UNOToo6D00lJ2h3ZJA6iQWPgRFrq9_7xtL-Y_ZN1KITs/s320/DSC03202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529429431390208050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The dance they learned was to Justin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bieber's</span> "Baby, Baby" song. Hence why her shirt says "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bieber</span> fever" on it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLThTp0sXYqDwuzyyql_arsvOTeFQcGanX56-7MSJn0fV_Fd-ABuKQgVPs7DP_sGaC3t2v_O0B2MRv0o3vsDStzy7yISd15d0bD1XWp70ku6ygJApeetfty5c4yPboxFsOtmpH-T_amdA/s1600/DSC03204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLThTp0sXYqDwuzyyql_arsvOTeFQcGanX56-7MSJn0fV_Fd-ABuKQgVPs7DP_sGaC3t2v_O0B2MRv0o3vsDStzy7yISd15d0bD1XWp70ku6ygJApeetfty5c4yPboxFsOtmpH-T_amdA/s320/DSC03204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529436462128880674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here you can see Madeline (back of her) talking to one of the pom girls.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Saturday was GAME DAY!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OSU</span> (Oklahoma State vs. Texas Tech). Lucky for us it was televised. We had my in laws over to watch the game and we grilled some hot dogs. I made a 7 layer dip , deviled eggs, and rice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">crispy</span> treats (girls request) for dessert. My mother in law brought over a yummy chocolate chip cheesecake. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Im</span> not a big cheesecake fan (it's a texture thing) but it was pretty good I have to say. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qQdO4dnmk09Nq301nMNyA-r_ovugm3vZ5ry7lqbo1Y5BkVHFBGBCZ8CeW-5bmDlZvCmUN0McvIH2AfY1uu8745xeF5px-1ZiuIejRfSGC3QNuVp5CdTz-RMzockyLNzHZMDaAzpPyF0/s1600/62286_1601326797756_1373662935_1562868_5506215_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qQdO4dnmk09Nq301nMNyA-r_ovugm3vZ5ry7lqbo1Y5BkVHFBGBCZ8CeW-5bmDlZvCmUN0McvIH2AfY1uu8745xeF5px-1ZiuIejRfSGC3QNuVp5CdTz-RMzockyLNzHZMDaAzpPyF0/s320/62286_1601326797756_1373662935_1562868_5506215_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529437429794426450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This picture <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">isn't</span> from this weekend's game but I had to show you how cute our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OSU</span> family is. This is from a home game we went to early in the season. GO POKES!! We are 6-0, 2-0 in conference play. Next week is Homecoming week at Oklahoma State which is a VERY big deal. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OSU</span> is known for their homecoming festivities.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sunday, we celebrated my birthday. Let's just say, for some reason this year was a hard one for me. I only turned 35 but I think it's because I'm on that back hill slide towards 40. UGH!! My sweet family let me sleep in (we missed church), brought me a donut in bed and let me be lazy all morning. In the afternoon we went to have a late lunch with my parents at their house. <div>We then took the girls to the Pumpkin Patch. They were so excited. It was a really neat place. They had lots for the kids to do. There was a petting zoo where you could pet and feed the animals, we got to watch a pig race, took lots of pictures, went through the corn field maze, the hay bale maze, went on a hayride, and lastly, we picked out our perfect pumpkins which our now decorating our front porch and flower beds. Needless to say, we were very dirty and went straight to the shower when we got home. Enjoy our trip to the pumpkin patch,</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDchRvgwxJjVybEXIFBQ4HGQmFzzaz2yvVqEh6U1Q3ohh-oesG_ke9excjqGjoCfI0mWn8DSbUzAH7FtRFeamXLvvnuXZ_sePZ65GTIiInLz_PD4FGhIkvO_xO_XnHrNDYTIc-Urili0/s1600/DSC03222.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDchRvgwxJjVybEXIFBQ4HGQmFzzaz2yvVqEh6U1Q3ohh-oesG_ke9excjqGjoCfI0mWn8DSbUzAH7FtRFeamXLvvnuXZ_sePZ65GTIiInLz_PD4FGhIkvO_xO_XnHrNDYTIc-Urili0/s320/DSC03222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529459851583582290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our family before going into the pumpkin patch!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihvwOzAvrS_wsWSZ2erC-3aYNUoeuWBsmEpiBIvMownDJ3N_nxHQf3rWlOeOz8lLNtNNgWnqrfAWgbBFVE-YX5jY7Tf5sBKKwVRVipwMWbBizEvjS1YQ5zWSzvjrF_OmWAYzaH7mNk0c/s1600/DSC03220.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihvwOzAvrS_wsWSZ2erC-3aYNUoeuWBsmEpiBIvMownDJ3N_nxHQf3rWlOeOz8lLNtNNgWnqrfAWgbBFVE-YX5jY7Tf5sBKKwVRVipwMWbBizEvjS1YQ5zWSzvjrF_OmWAYzaH7mNk0c/s320/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529459844211852290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls riding the "tire horses".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFzrhBo9iCguMWzkFdeQTj8zDCybOWL5aNOJYbY5ygPC3htx-OUFR2cVcPCbMzrySmgz1Lds7PNnJjO1fQrS6ShWUB1J9T7BZCJ2YAu_jYNYSNUeYAUbbxgoI2Q1quy3ZKRVD4xIsTSeI/s1600/DSC03219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFzrhBo9iCguMWzkFdeQTj8zDCybOWL5aNOJYbY5ygPC3htx-OUFR2cVcPCbMzrySmgz1Lds7PNnJjO1fQrS6ShWUB1J9T7BZCJ2YAu_jYNYSNUeYAUbbxgoI2Q1quy3ZKRVD4xIsTSeI/s320/DSC03219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529459839827099378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Silly Macy. I don't know why but she thinks she has to "pose" for EVERY picture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIlf5aKpiziRUrAw40i3TjloYJRf9YkvVxlZf53HnzDB3F8_OI_ugXXVJa1gTv7j8nfPobAoEke4QmPLmeVA0zBZGnse7dSG1f-mPV_bW82-_XwFIE96nsuvznjpd3Myp-J-h-3om3F8/s1600/DSC03218.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIlf5aKpiziRUrAw40i3TjloYJRf9YkvVxlZf53HnzDB3F8_OI_ugXXVJa1gTv7j8nfPobAoEke4QmPLmeVA0zBZGnse7dSG1f-mPV_bW82-_XwFIE96nsuvznjpd3Myp-J-h-3om3F8/s320/DSC03218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529459829027743634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet Madeline. Isn't she beautiful?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqA2dPpbUoqaUd7J4m5TkMlZSo6AIjZIN4m2cf_ocX0Zyg-zPt9lGKCKax00ft6xT6_NfwhtgSEs7kaaCcSfmmAeH83EW9ANPxsC1uk7Mpawk7GJUXX3o2ML5xkJ0litr8n65BG8IH6Q/s1600/DSC03217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqA2dPpbUoqaUd7J4m5TkMlZSo6AIjZIN4m2cf_ocX0Zyg-zPt9lGKCKax00ft6xT6_NfwhtgSEs7kaaCcSfmmAeH83EW9ANPxsC1uk7Mpawk7GJUXX3o2ML5xkJ0litr8n65BG8IH6Q/s320/DSC03217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529459828786493810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls at the beginning. Again, Macy is posing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyimgyYEtggIme1ju5tNhWH1_VU1oBWgplK2eLCua1sgHNvAqkY_hyrP84nRalIGFHYuGu3lPtUcyWKH-CZKkJ8obm5HYDcy21qXPuCjeN9R1leulv0beSsGUB40kctPETxWxVK_rsmU/s1600/DSC03229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyimgyYEtggIme1ju5tNhWH1_VU1oBWgplK2eLCua1sgHNvAqkY_hyrP84nRalIGFHYuGu3lPtUcyWKH-CZKkJ8obm5HYDcy21qXPuCjeN9R1leulv0beSsGUB40kctPETxWxVK_rsmU/s320/DSC03229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461405777038834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline feeding the baby goat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZLCHJKPVg_APr3TIL6C9Br3YI-NgrjvXW0LlK2bkcj_NwJp6bq2J87CuZBFPNGXZ_hlCNpSvQZ0vqgb3a5JfqWVgGNfq-a_lJtgXkKijtJvxZHiH4SecUIZfUjLURyxfhd11wBRHRFM/s1600/DSC03228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZLCHJKPVg_APr3TIL6C9Br3YI-NgrjvXW0LlK2bkcj_NwJp6bq2J87CuZBFPNGXZ_hlCNpSvQZ0vqgb3a5JfqWVgGNfq-a_lJtgXkKijtJvxZHiH4SecUIZfUjLURyxfhd11wBRHRFM/s320/DSC03228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461397621359266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think this was Macy's favorite part. However, she was a little stingy with her food. The goat would put its nose in her cup to get food and if it got ONE piece, it was done. HA!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsw3S7YlTWWemK-k8VRFe6KTVQuU8k6ljObyohpw57PtijYrKQqlqj80x11mY3MKu5Obpd8K5J-wB3HW3tO9bVEGDDIvLg8CcuuV8oxUsvHt_PbZBSr8ysC0jchLJ55nVmJht1X75sMdg/s1600/DSC03227.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsw3S7YlTWWemK-k8VRFe6KTVQuU8k6ljObyohpw57PtijYrKQqlqj80x11mY3MKu5Obpd8K5J-wB3HW3tO9bVEGDDIvLg8CcuuV8oxUsvHt_PbZBSr8ysC0jchLJ55nVmJht1X75sMdg/s320/DSC03227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461391157858242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Petting the soft bunnies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QluwmC25yFA2uh5tOya8E7-tnNJww_V-OYeFvv7Hi_5CFaK47NV-9RHot8yv-Xc3PhxzGkk3mNcBfCDzVMAOvgWZs7SDNcXhKtqohndwWeK7vZvH3NDUUjSbV-YHtS9LslIl4PjOQ4c/s1600/DSC03224.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QluwmC25yFA2uh5tOya8E7-tnNJww_V-OYeFvv7Hi_5CFaK47NV-9RHot8yv-Xc3PhxzGkk3mNcBfCDzVMAOvgWZs7SDNcXhKtqohndwWeK7vZvH3NDUUjSbV-YHtS9LslIl4PjOQ4c/s320/DSC03224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461375942030754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This must have been the "pose" for the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZvktn0Qwa7tP2nE51y8zPovnGvee-S_sykNluSm1W5NzYZKqiYf22CsbrLrW8c-7HaPeSYl_q1xOhaFJc5JrhyiAOPiZbmT2PGC_-REwNGjHxlTL4ew3DijZJad_iAfgFuuTkETZyrI/s1600/DSC03223.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZvktn0Qwa7tP2nE51y8zPovnGvee-S_sykNluSm1W5NzYZKqiYf22CsbrLrW8c-7HaPeSYl_q1xOhaFJc5JrhyiAOPiZbmT2PGC_-REwNGjHxlTL4ew3DijZJad_iAfgFuuTkETZyrI/s320/DSC03223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461370064115762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline is my TALL child.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2xdhtB2i-Ve_iTB1aVoNlE33FnWtWhcbU9BGSE09YQ9D-y9pNSfEyvrydnBxuPOVeNoQ21mKRJdAENgCRXCSvDCjLeg6v5lpmqj6o05eCzcuEoeFG5Z9ZjB1lP6ezdIn0WbYneNHPG8/s1600/DSC03236.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2xdhtB2i-Ve_iTB1aVoNlE33FnWtWhcbU9BGSE09YQ9D-y9pNSfEyvrydnBxuPOVeNoQ21mKRJdAENgCRXCSvDCjLeg6v5lpmqj6o05eCzcuEoeFG5Z9ZjB1lP6ezdIn0WbYneNHPG8/s320/DSC03236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529462926629623698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls found their way through the hay maze. They were SO excited. I think they thought we might be stuck in there forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmehEK_JgqGzHvFa4_lHqLVoz7fJylXvJEPL58RypRqqWnSlWcKFUYF7AC0qqWy_c3YR7eIQ1y4qhRenKnTPZiHStqJpg-sSDOCkATEEPDHFdSOHirmyIJ_VlEO4nwqU-gWPScVv4_0g/s1600/DSC03235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmehEK_JgqGzHvFa4_lHqLVoz7fJylXvJEPL58RypRqqWnSlWcKFUYF7AC0qqWy_c3YR7eIQ1y4qhRenKnTPZiHStqJpg-sSDOCkATEEPDHFdSOHirmyIJ_VlEO4nwqU-gWPScVv4_0g/s320/DSC03235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529462920950393970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hubs and the girls going through the corn maze.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhUz8Mf5PNLoiPNoS8f8xZTpCBOlvsbcWGsL_-AKcO-rwxxMbOD5gfWvzoueIduIo_LEaWEuVuZC8brS6RrKGAPwtIK79G2Dyhqd4nfy2F7OPYUNSYWLfLV4yj-fxT5qx_yI4v_4wcGI/s1600/DSC03232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhUz8Mf5PNLoiPNoS8f8xZTpCBOlvsbcWGsL_-AKcO-rwxxMbOD5gfWvzoueIduIo_LEaWEuVuZC8brS6RrKGAPwtIK79G2Dyhqd4nfy2F7OPYUNSYWLfLV4yj-fxT5qx_yI4v_4wcGI/s320/DSC03232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529462908951079602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls were trying to decide which way to go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SX7wFuOjJKO3IhvMATu3jAVu3sTHtpDHU4QkfhqnD71PgOA4Jq9mysQzCMqMUx3i_lKrVtOf1l4Gf1d691z6vnXnO56fpPU95LDk_smeUeE6cvaSXoM6-fYE-rvLqMFTfId03f9sJ5A/s1600/DSC03233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SX7wFuOjJKO3IhvMATu3jAVu3sTHtpDHU4QkfhqnD71PgOA4Jq9mysQzCMqMUx3i_lKrVtOf1l4Gf1d691z6vnXnO56fpPU95LDk_smeUeE6cvaSXoM6-fYE-rvLqMFTfId03f9sJ5A/s320/DSC03233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529462906761703954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The corn maze. We were "lost" in the there for about 30 minutes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRw64x5mwpmWQRUEHJrpBYXqdYnrDY8txcTRKWWKEjO4AZpdVcON0BX6SwnkUehWD2ueMenK1_QcetFBkKH39viyoFJdmAKHe3_S0vyANAzkFrG48HX6-uhLzaxOho8jo8PGrSlLeWLk/s1600/DSC03238.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRw64x5mwpmWQRUEHJrpBYXqdYnrDY8txcTRKWWKEjO4AZpdVcON0BX6SwnkUehWD2ueMenK1_QcetFBkKH39viyoFJdmAKHe3_S0vyANAzkFrG48HX6-uhLzaxOho8jo8PGrSlLeWLk/s320/DSC03238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529463919598890818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Waiting on the hay ride (dust ride) to begin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFV0KHPCtiircZ1s8L-Elg2PKsVQ-xsG_Q3aquHj32I76qrg_5F9qvT7wLU6N57ibAL-uEGOujV6BDMZHrh7XZ2r9tWNlzDC27nQPghFYPQuUr1R0cqqZH-vlGC8-uKRgufaJZuRRXrw/s1600/DSC03231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFV0KHPCtiircZ1s8L-Elg2PKsVQ-xsG_Q3aquHj32I76qrg_5F9qvT7wLU6N57ibAL-uEGOujV6BDMZHrh7XZ2r9tWNlzDC27nQPghFYPQuUr1R0cqqZH-vlGC8-uKRgufaJZuRRXrw/s320/DSC03231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529463909145433074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Posing with the Peanut characters.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a BLAST!! Love this time of year. Happy Fall Y'all</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-31430283732185511582010-10-16T10:59:00.007-05:002010-10-16T11:18:52.527-05:00Show Us Your life-OfficeThis week it was Show Us Your Life-Office at Kelly's Korner. When we bought our house it didn't have an office in it but it did have a formal dining which we NEVER use. We had one at our house in Texas and never used it so we talked with the builder about how we could transform that room into a study because we DO use it. He said it would be a very easy fix. Looking at the room now you can not tell it was ever different. <div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjvws8eCSDXVQrTy1bviQAePZtGYq0IoSY7iG_RrPLK6sjbkK2LVcgwzvu4scf79kK4ktgkeCSHEl5oi_uGYX9s7kcTKxMilZsfSpjF25gP2KVWODIKoYd-DWvcluTd6GDe0aryHYh20/s1600/DSC02919.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjvws8eCSDXVQrTy1bviQAePZtGYq0IoSY7iG_RrPLK6sjbkK2LVcgwzvu4scf79kK4ktgkeCSHEl5oi_uGYX9s7kcTKxMilZsfSpjF25gP2KVWODIKoYd-DWvcluTd6GDe0aryHYh20/s1600/DSC02919.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjvws8eCSDXVQrTy1bviQAePZtGYq0IoSY7iG_RrPLK6sjbkK2LVcgwzvu4scf79kK4ktgkeCSHEl5oi_uGYX9s7kcTKxMilZsfSpjF25gP2KVWODIKoYd-DWvcluTd6GDe0aryHYh20/s320/DSC02919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528675193078921362" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">You can see in the picture above the BEFORE picture. Just to the left of the front door (where the column is) is what was the formal dining.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyg9gYnX5lr8gcOuP6u3Kdp0THQxqeqMk480LvfO-FBbdiOcKZvHOqC7mAHvdzvvp6ZabbD7PhoMj2mExslfCE8sk09uUp3gtqjPZ-UNzOlRqVVCK_o8jQhQYtko0W1HcayuLz2JnkAG8/s1600/DSC02892.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyg9gYnX5lr8gcOuP6u3Kdp0THQxqeqMk480LvfO-FBbdiOcKZvHOqC7mAHvdzvvp6ZabbD7PhoMj2mExslfCE8sk09uUp3gtqjPZ-UNzOlRqVVCK_o8jQhQYtko0W1HcayuLz2JnkAG8/s320/DSC02892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528675740408433570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's another look. Our one concern about closing it in and converting it into an office was that we'd lose some of the sunlight in the room and the entry way would not be large enough.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_lfrkBCUma0Z1M5ZEMdG3gEm4-X37GsaaOBrRvjTRkoo5LUgdvg3R3jAJg-D75jE4Z90nbrjMLhBEOZ3HTBIWZ5hx0m8jCuGDOep9xcasAhUEfyhLrtqC1w4dIWItKcS-vrPcl1qvuA/s1600/DSC03028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_lfrkBCUma0Z1M5ZEMdG3gEm4-X37GsaaOBrRvjTRkoo5LUgdvg3R3jAJg-D75jE4Z90nbrjMLhBEOZ3HTBIWZ5hx0m8jCuGDOep9xcasAhUEfyhLrtqC1w4dIWItKcS-vrPcl1qvuA/s320/DSC03028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528676487359546658" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The construction had began. It was looking good. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg748vLzfRgGAKhi82Jeqje5JqAB6v2HNOGyd7JHqeI-F7EWGkLE7q1oL8lg-ahIU79RFVeP-8bRMZRZtiLzphT1xcGgl3PEBaud44vrTG5oPpw_q3lSKvANHi1itI0DGEFQjE_IaTPHdQ/s1600/DSC03029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg748vLzfRgGAKhi82Jeqje5JqAB6v2HNOGyd7JHqeI-F7EWGkLE7q1oL8lg-ahIU79RFVeP-8bRMZRZtiLzphT1xcGgl3PEBaud44vrTG5oPpw_q3lSKvANHi1itI0DGEFQjE_IaTPHdQ/s320/DSC03029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528676910176750882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The entry way was still big enough and open. We are about ready to move in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, we've since moved in (2 months ago) and we love our office. The AFTER:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZmtzMv33rc3rdxYFtjOnI7TPQ-s_h9zzaq0z9ABU8TSf4aGIXt6IADYvZXZ7XC74CsoCvgC41xtcAThuhR_jLdPpeqvqALAWOWCASzUIqBO_XETuNeMcNAeiEFkAkuWD2Mv0RyT0YAY/s1600/DSC03093.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZmtzMv33rc3rdxYFtjOnI7TPQ-s_h9zzaq0z9ABU8TSf4aGIXt6IADYvZXZ7XC74CsoCvgC41xtcAThuhR_jLdPpeqvqALAWOWCASzUIqBO_XETuNeMcNAeiEFkAkuWD2Mv0RyT0YAY/s320/DSC03093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528678197870492098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The entry way (side view)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnAh6v_urWfi6HDmxwR0A2a_u6TryjqQNrkYe9ZNERNgPps_z6q6Oiakn1hmUh8olPigIVxavaNl_FCoMJAGA9yFYGttMKt6KoIZmDE2-v0vIo-0dDJmApHVYoqFOwEp7ioeZK_mJB1o/s1600/DSC03099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnAh6v_urWfi6HDmxwR0A2a_u6TryjqQNrkYe9ZNERNgPps_z6q6Oiakn1hmUh8olPigIVxavaNl_FCoMJAGA9yFYGttMKt6KoIZmDE2-v0vIo-0dDJmApHVYoqFOwEp7ioeZK_mJB1o/s320/DSC03099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528678194372440002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looking into one side of the office.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TU4oIVBN5P4sSmlQcn46ys00WkFbWOxaLznV_NfCl5RN6miWTMDs4Qhd7_Vu7NeG-16VmccjInxpJaSyZDkFNbht8HERBNPrqtQl-fscHfjsRxO6WocTyo0rVLVI13pdErboJBl-4bo/s1600/DSC03098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TU4oIVBN5P4sSmlQcn46ys00WkFbWOxaLznV_NfCl5RN6miWTMDs4Qhd7_Vu7NeG-16VmccjInxpJaSyZDkFNbht8HERBNPrqtQl-fscHfjsRxO6WocTyo0rVLVI13pdErboJBl-4bo/s320/DSC03098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528678189187978594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looking into the office from the living room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTp0XMx38p27jpXFTlcRlBRR9UyJOLIe9CX0b9axTydpjG7q61N5kCOWBpiopNRPtk5T-rVb2_vjHX4AK5rlIVa-iwgUejN5okSTYBATD650Uf__oI6v-hQDesE9lZdbiOAA458HjY5I/s1600/DSC03100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTp0XMx38p27jpXFTlcRlBRR9UyJOLIe9CX0b9axTydpjG7q61N5kCOWBpiopNRPtk5T-rVb2_vjHX4AK5rlIVa-iwgUejN5okSTYBATD650Uf__oI6v-hQDesE9lZdbiOAA458HjY5I/s320/DSC03100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528678186621068674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Remember this was just a big open space? They added two walls, two french doors, and a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">transom</span> window. I love it!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there you have it our office. Can't wait to see all the others.</div><br /><br /><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-10656030470888163632010-10-08T09:39:00.003-05:002010-10-08T09:48:12.234-05:00Show Us Your life-KitchenIt's Friday which means its Show Us Your Life-Kitchen edition from Kelly's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Korner</span>. I <b>LOVE </b>my kitchen in our new house. It's one of the deciding factors for me. It's big, has TONS of storage, and is easy to cook in.. <div>I still have some decorating to do in here but it will come. Hope you enjoy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboGnyyq1lpT3eq4LMrmP_Vh1fu4woiMY8tytBXFJYIdwoNMVNriJx1Q8O3oSBGitmuQB3pFgWsbvql3IP_G1TuHpCwyOvhyphenhyphenMO4WI-DdWGbUgWosdIOL-bJppnM3n_jRnhdyONbmkKyeE/s1600/DSC03102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboGnyyq1lpT3eq4LMrmP_Vh1fu4woiMY8tytBXFJYIdwoNMVNriJx1Q8O3oSBGitmuQB3pFgWsbvql3IP_G1TuHpCwyOvhyphenhyphenMO4WI-DdWGbUgWosdIOL-bJppnM3n_jRnhdyONbmkKyeE/s320/DSC03102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525686191281729618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Dining area that opens to the living room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCRtGdtIaEo20aUNWY2aU0LMf0zrtjsu2kSbB9EwTqlBguVgEWfOA76dmv7dyue0jUTm30Q4N7y-G3YWxElEJT2q9Q9mNl6cQnk_oE71v2sIm32E_v4vUE-36zx0Tw2d8fsifyxyM4pc/s1600/DSC03108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCRtGdtIaEo20aUNWY2aU0LMf0zrtjsu2kSbB9EwTqlBguVgEWfOA76dmv7dyue0jUTm30Q4N7y-G3YWxElEJT2q9Q9mNl6cQnk_oE71v2sIm32E_v4vUE-36zx0Tw2d8fsifyxyM4pc/s320/DSC03108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525686183017640146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looking in from the hall way</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa8BaEyAqUlLtOVjaOKOE60MY8u7dZPLGBt3jsf0H-q2jTm_AYsOMlnh9UM9Xv0MAegB5M1yh2jtIviWt2JcN76nNStoWHF97V5qv4NGjHpI146cuMzm8Gn4y76PPOeI6WaNC1c0d6WM/s1600/DSC03107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa8BaEyAqUlLtOVjaOKOE60MY8u7dZPLGBt3jsf0H-q2jTm_AYsOMlnh9UM9Xv0MAegB5M1yh2jtIviWt2JcN76nNStoWHF97V5qv4NGjHpI146cuMzm8Gn4y76PPOeI6WaNC1c0d6WM/s320/DSC03107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525686171310395394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looking from the hallway to the left side of the kitchen. The cutout looks into the living room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TgkMdo8pkBFK6jb7yAwY1iM095psBJ6lQ9-LM_9gf1JB_K5cmztro5I2w9-JTjsvXUkfWVGCpk4jk7JyMA0GbMO9wgKKKJe5cb8gWWwG9YAM4poXkloL9mLq4MeuHAHtegn0YrBS2-I/s1600/DSC03106.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TgkMdo8pkBFK6jb7yAwY1iM095psBJ6lQ9-LM_9gf1JB_K5cmztro5I2w9-JTjsvXUkfWVGCpk4jk7JyMA0GbMO9wgKKKJe5cb8gWWwG9YAM4poXkloL9mLq4MeuHAHtegn0YrBS2-I/s320/DSC03106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525686157823293170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">View if standing in the dinette area.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4a0MXXU_26sUJvduFV-QiZefxovrE85xm_zIOv0VkISEn74NtCIw1ulZ1IntBqEM7P_0NIVn9w9yHgiNuJb4CP8u5m9EXmAb7zeik-h080ie88DQR0kf7OQI3x12TTZpEDWN_a0w7qc/s1600/DSC03105.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4a0MXXU_26sUJvduFV-QiZefxovrE85xm_zIOv0VkISEn74NtCIw1ulZ1IntBqEM7P_0NIVn9w9yHgiNuJb4CP8u5m9EXmAb7zeik-h080ie88DQR0kf7OQI3x12TTZpEDWN_a0w7qc/s1600/DSC03105.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4a0MXXU_26sUJvduFV-QiZefxovrE85xm_zIOv0VkISEn74NtCIw1ulZ1IntBqEM7P_0NIVn9w9yHgiNuJb4CP8u5m9EXmAb7zeik-h080ie88DQR0kf7OQI3x12TTZpEDWN_a0w7qc/s320/DSC03105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525686147829052130" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another view standing the dinette area.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there you have it, our lovely kitchen. Can't wait to see all the others.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-7868055206413648172010-10-06T17:50:00.002-05:002010-10-06T18:28:28.669-05:00JASPER!!Enough said....<div><br /></div><div>Ha. I love this small town in south east Texas. It is beautiful driving into town as you make your way through the Angelina National Forest. I didn't get a picture because I was driving and Hubs was too tired to get the camera out. Trust me, it's beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><div>We took off on Thursday morning earlier than we intended. I think we were all so stinking excited to see our dear friends, that none of us could sleep. We were on our way with smiles, snacks, and drinks to get us through the LONG 8 hours ahead of us. It all went downhill FAST!! We got about 1 hour from our house when going down the highway at 75 mph our front passenger side tire <b>BLEW!!!</b> Talk about scary, I was horrified. Now if you know myself or Hubs then you know that neither of us know NOTHING about cars. Hubs has changed a flat before, in our garage with the help of our neighbor (who we were on our way to see). Now here we are on the side of the highway, loaded down with luggage and our two precious girls. We are about 1.5 feet off the highway. Not much room which made Hubs even all the more nervous. You see and hear about people running into the back of cars on the highway so our adrenaline was running high while we read in the auto manual how to change a flat tire. Oh and I forgot to mention that my lovely oldest child who has tons of FEARS and HIG ANXIETY is FREAKING out inside the car. (not helping us). My youngest child thinks this is all pretty cool. We finally get the jack out from under the seat, get the spare tire down, and start loosening the lug nuts. Let me remind you that this whole process has taken us about 25 minutes. Finally, by God's doing a trucker stops on the OPPOSITE side of the highway, crosses over to see if we needed help. Thankfully he did because we couldn't get the tire off. He had to run back across the highway to grab a hammer out of his truck. Im praying that this man doesn't get hit running across all 4 lanes of this popular traveled highway. We finally get the tire off, spare on, and put all the "tools" away. We're finally back on the road.</div><div>We had planned on stopping by and checking on our house in Keller but then decided it would be more important to stop and get a new tire just in case we should blow another we would have our spare. We spent another hour waiting for TWO new tires to be put on. We are running WAY behind schedule and I don't like it at all. </div><div>Thankfully the rest of our drive (last 5 hours) was uneventful and smooth. We finally made it to our friends house and everyone was beyond excited. </div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWf9AvimSsfm7yhy9u5kYPo0OfkuhuEc8S39SAbztOiwluDIV5gMRt3mB5ha-N1EZ_1hNlAMJN1iwYbivjyxIaz_5B6FAGuMlam_h3r-5IFl-GfweeJaxHWUo407op5tMX6zCIC8rINA/s1600/DSC03129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWf9AvimSsfm7yhy9u5kYPo0OfkuhuEc8S39SAbztOiwluDIV5gMRt3mB5ha-N1EZ_1hNlAMJN1iwYbivjyxIaz_5B6FAGuMlam_h3r-5IFl-GfweeJaxHWUo407op5tMX6zCIC8rINA/s320/DSC03129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525073451819605634" /></a><br />Madeline and Rachel seeing each other for the first time. In the background is Hubs and Mark. <div>We unloaded the car and decided to go eat. Well, all the girls did. The boys stayed and watched the OSU vs. A&M game. It was SO good to see Kristie and catch up. I really miss her.</div><div>We stuck around the house for the rest of the night. Friday, we got up and went shopping, had lunch, and took the kids out to swim and ride the golf cart while the men went to play golf. It was a beautiful day. Friday night was football night. Colby (their son) plays for the varsity team.</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3juxB22y4U8y6H6CES2ic-QnLi4q2dGoJ0fFd_FjGaFzc4g7YS8ntr301kKb8kN1bDW4bPLItzw3e2Xv0_SmSUKsgE4B6MCCZwXVMfSjBg4dhDKWbI1CZophB8THWiR7jmYKxUaA3gM/s1600/DSC03132.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3juxB22y4U8y6H6CES2ic-QnLi4q2dGoJ0fFd_FjGaFzc4g7YS8ntr301kKb8kN1bDW4bPLItzw3e2Xv0_SmSUKsgE4B6MCCZwXVMfSjBg4dhDKWbI1CZophB8THWiR7jmYKxUaA3gM/s320/DSC03132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525074448363330882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Girls ready to cheer on the Bulldogs!!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD2I-aXuvEYYY44oqCCkVmEU2YHFq3oCE_s1gW2ew__q2tZ0J7B7-NaTpQ7-ev2HVTaWDZspscZODxEWdS6TG1nhq11-GYKGZ6YYj7EcVlO5Xv90W8yW0IBLzkhbMg1vrl6UTYT4XNPk/s1600/DSC03133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD2I-aXuvEYYY44oqCCkVmEU2YHFq3oCE_s1gW2ew__q2tZ0J7B7-NaTpQ7-ev2HVTaWDZspscZODxEWdS6TG1nhq11-GYKGZ6YYj7EcVlO5Xv90W8yW0IBLzkhbMg1vrl6UTYT4XNPk/s320/DSC03133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525074621779671346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our Best Friends!!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZrhbSxsmbDyVVgpeSKmOf8tXZdxXP9GVZr9LSZdjGbRXFirs3-_QQfePKL90pZ2aDtB2e0N4NNKsCF6SHUa7wCHdFmaeM9h_R8MuykhwPwR8Qu1LMayrOEfIa36HsgCZsD-g69VFxyk/s1600/DSC03140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZrhbSxsmbDyVVgpeSKmOf8tXZdxXP9GVZr9LSZdjGbRXFirs3-_QQfePKL90pZ2aDtB2e0N4NNKsCF6SHUa7wCHdFmaeM9h_R8MuykhwPwR8Qu1LMayrOEfIa36HsgCZsD-g69VFxyk/s320/DSC03140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525074802578778450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our Family!! Go Bulldogs!!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj5ceTQ14yMaAcn0IzjwhUHjcHydHhaT77voPAtckmKHnFsgOtHOrydF9GfY-HfgQ7ZZJSKQMI__WAny1P6Y-lNYBIrWTgGG6MejKCS7NcqB25YgS9Rhyphenhypheni2Aw70AW_kQKNlTMpquQ5Sw/s1600/DSC03134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj5ceTQ14yMaAcn0IzjwhUHjcHydHhaT77voPAtckmKHnFsgOtHOrydF9GfY-HfgQ7ZZJSKQMI__WAny1P6Y-lNYBIrWTgGG6MejKCS7NcqB25YgS9Rhyphenhypheni2Aw70AW_kQKNlTMpquQ5Sw/s320/DSC03134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525075336717314562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Scoreboard before the game. We wont show the end result!!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2vkWQSiBbyswjb2ClFN5Q4L6n8H36hXgwwJA-iL7TkDPIS1a18P-ZPy9vQa9sD5p3jVgQmHLYuX1U5f_BmCLD4jH5KseKqg6yHez7ryB7Ep0LfDpqod-Ccg_55bLUk7jBst5lmvb1iI/s1600/DSC03147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2vkWQSiBbyswjb2ClFN5Q4L6n8H36hXgwwJA-iL7TkDPIS1a18P-ZPy9vQa9sD5p3jVgQmHLYuX1U5f_BmCLD4jH5KseKqg6yHez7ryB7Ep0LfDpqod-Ccg_55bLUk7jBst5lmvb1iI/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525075514730654018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Go #20!!</div>Saturday we got up and went to the Fall Festival in town. Mind you this is a very small town and it took us longer to drive to the festival than it did to walk around it. There were booths of people selling crafts, companies advertising, food, and a few games for the kids. The girls loved the DARE car. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIaLmbS34hDnZXo2Of4wFORiDu5DO40f2LUfqJkCg8fgDQggdq2mmSRT5zs5tuskZCEp0Hx7ZjRAKvdWN3BXzlj1qRlV1_ducGVRx2db91igN8igdTJzl8xdRaOCTNI_mOcCnyLR3bek/s1600/DSC03163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIaLmbS34hDnZXo2Of4wFORiDu5DO40f2LUfqJkCg8fgDQggdq2mmSRT5zs5tuskZCEp0Hx7ZjRAKvdWN3BXzlj1qRlV1_ducGVRx2db91igN8igdTJzl8xdRaOCTNI_mOcCnyLR3bek/s320/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525076525432238866" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Posing with the DARE car.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That afternoon we went to watch Rachel cheer on her football team. They were so cute and she did a great job.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8_223CeHtApq_-Il5vjU0LgaLGom6JnJnYmH8NjZ1hFpQv2qVYppn1sCStvmjlj_5M-vZZxNbtcHnWrI9eB9h7HHzfE_n7SEdNR1xdHhNcwi2rNeO3EUpswn3CyGLZi-uXngq23PlCg/s1600/DSC03169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8_223CeHtApq_-Il5vjU0LgaLGom6JnJnYmH8NjZ1hFpQv2qVYppn1sCStvmjlj_5M-vZZxNbtcHnWrI9eB9h7HHzfE_n7SEdNR1xdHhNcwi2rNeO3EUpswn3CyGLZi-uXngq23PlCg/s320/DSC03169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525076985780956018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Go Bulldogs, GO!!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNLKTQq504PbjS_NIIq471oSrRxuJBCNucfchd67d8BfTxvq0Phnof6-useFRzgfO6U5HJniCE-xJQeXqdkpo6vUNooAqGKFMoMbkbW6BHzYUVDnWhb-674qY_6X-lHrygwTAAoZVvis/s1600/DSC03179.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNLKTQq504PbjS_NIIq471oSrRxuJBCNucfchd67d8BfTxvq0Phnof6-useFRzgfO6U5HJniCE-xJQeXqdkpo6vUNooAqGKFMoMbkbW6BHzYUVDnWhb-674qY_6X-lHrygwTAAoZVvis/s320/DSC03179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525077195024645058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rachel after the game!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Once the game was over we convinced the guys that since we had the kids the past 2 days that it was their turn to keep them and we (Kristie, her oldest Kaleigh, and her sister Kim) were going to Lufkin (closest town with a mall) to shop. We had a great time. We laughed a lot and got lots of good buys. It was nice to just get to hang out. However, I knew that Sunday was just a few short hours away and it was going to be time to say our goodbyes. I had been looking forward to going to Jasper for a month and at the same time dreaded having to say those goodbyes again. The first time was hard enough.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday came and we packed and loaded the car. It was time!!! We put it off for as long as we could but then with LOTS of tears, long hugs, and lots of I LOVE YOU'S we said goodbye and vouched that we'd see each other in December or January. I don't know if I can make it that long. I told Hubs on the way down there that I really didn't like there being EIGHT hours between us and his reply was me either but it makes it harder for us to just get in and drive here. I would trade the hurt of saying goodbye 100 times for the fabulous time we had together.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So that was our trip to South East Texas. Till next time.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-14194188311502164992010-09-29T17:33:00.002-05:002010-09-29T17:45:40.267-05:00Roadtrip....Tomorrow morning we will wake up. load the car, and begin our <b>EIGHT </b>hour road trip. We are all SUPER excited about this trip which is going to make the eight hours in the car even that much longer. Where are we going?<div><br /></div><div>Jasper. Jasper, Texas that is? Heard of it? It's a VERY small town in south east Texas. Our former neighbors/best friends moved there in July. It's home for them. About 3 weeks after we found out we were moving back to Oklahoma they were offered the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opportunity</span> to move back to their home town.</div><div><br /></div><div>We haven't seen each other in over 2.5 months. To many of you that doesn't seem like a very long time to be apart but trust me <b>IT IS!!!</b> We lived next door to each other for 4.5 years and we saw each other <b>EVERY</b> day (unless we were out of town). I miss that, I miss her, I miss her kids, I miss our sits on the porch watching the kids play, I miss our LONG talks, I miss praying together, I miss working together in our church nursery. I JUST MISS THEM!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm excited and yet dreading this trip all together. I can't wait to get there and hug her and spend a weekend laughing, crying, having the best time. However, I know Sunday will eventually come and I will have to once again say my "See ya <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">laters</span>". I hate that part. I just have to tell myself it will be for only a few months until I see them again. We are trying to plan to get together over the Christmas break.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll take lots of pictures and can't wait to share our trip with you. Pray for safe travels and that the girls survive (and Hubs and I) being in the car for so long.</div><div><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-33242117311923437112010-09-24T10:36:00.006-05:002010-09-24T10:59:28.306-05:00Show us your life-Master BedroomsI thought in order to have something to blog about I'll join in on Kelly's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Korner</span> home tour. She does it every Friday and this week it's Master Bedrooms.<div><br /></div><div>We just moved into our new house a little over a month ago and I'm so excited about having a new bedroom to decorate. In our last 3 homes that we've owned since getting married we have NEVER had a master bedroom that was decorated. It was always the last room to get attention and well it never got the attention it needed. I vowed that this room was going to get the love it deserved. </div><div>It's still a work in process. </div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Rm2pPPfh94h8LuGU6TSRizcqeLbhsCMh9xaALJWSnt-zdfEtf1kRdU80h_9epRU-Om3XhhczcVj7g1THFV-ghpEUi6PqNQx0q1sdbXcz8bLMkz7R9ydxKkgwOvz2dSL2-ktMtD0LXZE/s1600/DSC03117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Rm2pPPfh94h8LuGU6TSRizcqeLbhsCMh9xaALJWSnt-zdfEtf1kRdU80h_9epRU-Om3XhhczcVj7g1THFV-ghpEUi6PqNQx0q1sdbXcz8bLMkz7R9ydxKkgwOvz2dSL2-ktMtD0LXZE/s320/DSC03117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520506669199430450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looking in from the hallway into the Master. I love the wood on the ceiling.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36YO-52sMRhaYqFZNaRrrzq9CQTZBNWGdwt2OEh6MFLgeGFgJcgLydREQ9EuyS6v0nVsdIYVJAgNUCiSSfUil34JsC8TtfyR8Pyvk0yrNT7IzxWwtlc9xjQAyyxdVHi_iInoCiVDEKMY/s1600/DSC03118.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36YO-52sMRhaYqFZNaRrrzq9CQTZBNWGdwt2OEh6MFLgeGFgJcgLydREQ9EuyS6v0nVsdIYVJAgNUCiSSfUil34JsC8TtfyR8Pyvk0yrNT7IzxWwtlc9xjQAyyxdVHi_iInoCiVDEKMY/s320/DSC03118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520507759053305586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We are in the process of having gorgeous curtains made.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67Skclk5kILBZZeXFxv7HuKR21K7UvFkNN6G3_hTjH61YOUWSzUKyJH9CDziKJrGUuxukLM-blIYkk9JRGlnf6Rlgcrd8E-T2JdDZyPLkzvmhee0Z6NTksLjWZEs1Fyn6aO4AoStacVs/s1600/DSC03119.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67Skclk5kILBZZeXFxv7HuKR21K7UvFkNN6G3_hTjH61YOUWSzUKyJH9CDziKJrGUuxukLM-blIYkk9JRGlnf6Rlgcrd8E-T2JdDZyPLkzvmhee0Z6NTksLjWZEs1Fyn6aO4AoStacVs/s320/DSC03119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520507957590493058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm still looking for something to go above the bed. I just haven't seen anything that I just love yet. It will come.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It looks pretty plain right now but will look great when we get the curtains and wall decor up.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there you have it...Our Master Bedroom.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-32193023858656950372010-09-23T11:45:00.020-05:002010-09-23T13:55:18.461-05:00O K L A H O M A!!Fine, I'm here!!<div><br /></div><div>I have such a hard time sitting down and doing this blog. Maybe because I feel like there isn't much that people think is worthy of hearing about. Several have sent emails asking if I was ever going to update so here it goes. This could get pretty long so hang out tight.</div><div><br /></div><div>I left off in May and A LOT has happened since then. Starting at the beginning on June, we had gone to Oklahoma to visit Hubs, look at houses, and see friends when I got a call from our dear neighbors telling me that our beloved beagle Riley was not acting right. He wouldn't eat and was acting pretty lethargic. I told them to bring him inside because maybe the summer heat was getting to him. They did and by the next morning was doing worse. I quickly loaded up the girls and started the 3 hour trek back to Texas. Meantime, I called our vet to make an appointment to bring him in as soon as I got back. They told me to bring him in at 1:30. If you remember, we lost our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">basset</span> Buford in November 2008 while we were out of town. They always get sick when we are no home. I made it home by 11:45 and I figured that once I got home and Riley saw me he'd perk up and be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>. That wasn't the case. You could tell that when he saw me he was trying his hardest to wag his tail, lift his head, anything to show me he was happy to see me but he just couldn't. He did not look good at all. I laid there by him with the girls telling him it was going to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>, we were home and taking him to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dr</span>. He then started to yelp loudly which scared the girls so I ran them next door to the neighbors. Kristie came over with me and helped me with Riley. By this point he was starting to have seizures. Not the kind where you shake but his body would get stiff and he'd roll a little on his back. He did this about every 5 minutes for the next 30-45 minutes. I knew what was happening. He was trying to die. I felt so helpless. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to keep him comfortable till I could get him to the vet. At this point the seizing got worse and he was uncontrollably shaking every 30 - 1 minute. I just sat over him crying, begging him to just go. I told him over and over, it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span> to go. We finally loaded him in my car and drove him to the vets office to wait because they were due back from lunch at 1:00. Right as we pulled into the drive he finally gave up and passed away. It was so hard to say goodbye. Riley was mine and Hubs first pet together. We got married in August 1999 by October I told hubs that I had to have a dog. I had grown up with dogs ALL my life and it was weird not having one. We lived in an apt. at the time so I knew we needed a smaller dog. I found a breeder that breed beagles and we went and picked him up the next night. He was our first BABY. He was with us for almost 11 years. He would have been 11 on Oct. 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span>. Our poor Cooper, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">basset</span> we got after Buford died went into SERIOUS mourning. He cried and cried for weeks, he wasn't eating, and really missed Riley. He never knew any different. We still miss him daily and often wonder what he would have thought about being back in Oklahoma. </div><div>Sweet Riley:</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhhanxLMQEqLOiwuF3ZN3rZdoZZabeu9i_vwayJ7CZrTOtBTvEMkWYsXkh3gnm7ribBucufdPsRqecmZTtcqU8wcYXw2a53mHFER7GhNPl7hlX6zE1dJesX4xjkMbr7IQOxQPRhLw4oc/s1600/DSC00856.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhhanxLMQEqLOiwuF3ZN3rZdoZZabeu9i_vwayJ7CZrTOtBTvEMkWYsXkh3gnm7ribBucufdPsRqecmZTtcqU8wcYXw2a53mHFER7GhNPl7hlX6zE1dJesX4xjkMbr7IQOxQPRhLw4oc/s1600/DSC00856.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhhanxLMQEqLOiwuF3ZN3rZdoZZabeu9i_vwayJ7CZrTOtBTvEMkWYsXkh3gnm7ribBucufdPsRqecmZTtcqU8wcYXw2a53mHFER7GhNPl7hlX6zE1dJesX4xjkMbr7IQOxQPRhLw4oc/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520158447969018322" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Playing with Cooper.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We made it through that only to have another big event happen. The week after we said goodbye to Riley, Madeline broke her collar bone. Yes, remember that while all this is going on, Hubs is still living in Oklahoma. I was one stressed out momma. It was a complete freak accident. She was feeding Cooper and at the time we had a baby gate set up on the back door to keep him from scratching the paint on the door since we were trying to sell our house and when she leaned down to put the food down the gate fell causing her to fall and catch all her weight on her collar bone. Off to the ER we went. Although she was in A LOT of pain, she did great while at the hospital and even after. She spent the first two weeks in a sling and sleeping in the recliner. It did however, make for an interesting summer. She was allowed to get into a pool but NO swimming, jumping etc. She couldn't do anything for 6 weeks. She was devastated that she couldn't do ANY <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cheerleading</span>. She survived and the break healed great. Thank God. While I'm on Madeline, we did see the neurologist in June for her headaches and she was diagnosed with having migraines. He gave us some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">meds</span> that she is to put under her tongue when she feels the headache coming on and hopefully that will help before it gets to the point that she's throwing up. We've only had to use it once about 3 weeks ago. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">YAY</span>!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fkSlTr24lO-cz4Mxga5j7mBo1xf4SQpIEqf-g24U75pftQMDfAn5nDcCmk5Y-wr5Z1K9DxH20WnmxOz4sl2O74m_cfKz53egeZXTJXteulRLhJzzuwB3CDvj8XQXEPfKwxoYytLY00A/s1600/DSC02980.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fkSlTr24lO-cz4Mxga5j7mBo1xf4SQpIEqf-g24U75pftQMDfAn5nDcCmk5Y-wr5Z1K9DxH20WnmxOz4sl2O74m_cfKz53egeZXTJXteulRLhJzzuwB3CDvj8XQXEPfKwxoYytLY00A/s320/DSC02980.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520164574560647010" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Madeline in her sling. This is a week after she broke it.</div><br /><br />Moving right along, next was the house. We FINALLY, after weeks and LOTS of houses we found our home. We put an offer and they accepted right away. We just needed to sell ours in Texas. The weekend of July 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span>, we had 2 offers come to us. We decided to go with the first couple's offer because it was a good offer and because the second couple we could tell were going to be HIGH MAINTENANCE. Let's just say, they came to look at the house 3 different times and the 3rd time the guy brought a level in with him. Its a 5 year old house I can only imagine the things he thought he's find. Everything was moving very smoothly with the sale of our house UNTIL the week before closing. The couple that was buying our home had to sell their home in order to purchase ours. They had a friend of theirs that was buying their house and paying cash for it, however, he was in the middle of a divorce. We were a little sketchy about accepting the offer because of this but we got a letter from his attorney stating he had funds to purchase the home and that the divorce would be final by the close date we had set. GREAT!! Not so fast, the day they were set to go to court (week before our closing) to finalize divorce the man was put in the hospital so they moved the court date to 3 days before our closing. OK, it can still happen, we're good...not so much. The next court date the ex wife decides she's not happy with the settlement and decides there needs to be some more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">negotiating</span>. So the day before we are set to close, our buyers pull their contract and decide to wait till the divorce is final. So needless to say, we had to go ahead with our move to Oklahoma because Madeline was going to be starting school in 2 weeks and our house there was ready. We are now the proud (hear the sarcasm) owners of 2 homes and not one of them is a vacation home. We are trusting in God and know that he has a plan for us. We have seen him work in every other aspect of our move back here that he will see us through to the end. We found out last week that the buyers that wanted our home have since moved into a rental because their friend/buyer was just diagnosed with cancer and the divorce is still not final. Please be in prayer that we sell our home quickly. If you know of anyone looking for a home in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">DFW</span> area, we have a great home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH-MTPZcGYZQVyYQ15XDPb89MbubicIXIUbbJ_p_QVZmnvXeMW1sYMvSfRM26Oryjbt7k7RL-J2bWPhJQ-8y1EbCzxHQHY-8SrStdgTB5WwB3sjtwUlUMiG0YWxWmKW4_kM0Mv4tvSws/s1600/lacc5b042-m0x.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUH-MTPZcGYZQVyYQ15XDPb89MbubicIXIUbbJ_p_QVZmnvXeMW1sYMvSfRM26Oryjbt7k7RL-J2bWPhJQ-8y1EbCzxHQHY-8SrStdgTB5WwB3sjtwUlUMiG0YWxWmKW4_kM0Mv4tvSws/s320/lacc5b042-m0x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520166110597256994" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our Texas house for sale.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We were so excited to move back to Oklahoma and be close to our family and old friends. Remember in my last post, I was SO upset about having to leave behind my best friend/neighbors? Well, God knew all along what the plan was. About 3 weeks after we found out that we were moving back to Oklahoma our neighbors found out that there was a job opening for her husband within in same company back in their hometown. Thank you GOD. Even though it was still going to be hard to leave and IT WAS, they were going to be back with their friends and family too. I love how God works. We still miss them dearly and count down till we get to see them again which so happens to be next weekend. We are making the 8 hour trek to visit for a long weekend. I can't wait. We are loving our new home and are pretty much all settled in. We still have a few pieces of furniture to buy and decorations to get but that will have to come once we aren't the proud owner of TWO homes. HA!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Take a look at our new home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX52DYwH_MWsfmK30ANDApZIMWiCdbKSyTPYbDB1AEZ0c-4lqp2RXZKUnk0_PRo3_PT4X2q2tTkvxbC3CUyhyphenhyphen3Q5UUu9wZ0WmH4i6M5LDmw-VXZnYdfc3blelkL2N4t64oX7Gwhkh5rMs/s1600/46040_1566132717926_1373662935_1474961_4711403_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX52DYwH_MWsfmK30ANDApZIMWiCdbKSyTPYbDB1AEZ0c-4lqp2RXZKUnk0_PRo3_PT4X2q2tTkvxbC3CUyhyphenhyphen3Q5UUu9wZ0WmH4i6M5LDmw-VXZnYdfc3blelkL2N4t64oX7Gwhkh5rMs/s320/46040_1566132717926_1373662935_1474961_4711403_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520168446266344322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our Oklahoma home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKQ2nsm3_4F4Vd2SMCIaJ1dHZccWyjtOGsq1jBjO1fUE2lkIaXAakcpSFafB89d8_j5EkuiPQB4r5_1qTnZAf0oSNMN6a2AI4GNDYA6zx_smHVpRT2JBZrpCV27pHWW7mCr_hZ56QbOw/s1600/DSC03097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKQ2nsm3_4F4Vd2SMCIaJ1dHZccWyjtOGsq1jBjO1fUE2lkIaXAakcpSFafB89d8_j5EkuiPQB4r5_1qTnZAf0oSNMN6a2AI4GNDYA6zx_smHVpRT2JBZrpCV27pHWW7mCr_hZ56QbOw/s320/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520169808242568882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The living room.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqqJZibWxIGsZ0wFgxtVaJ9cm9uXItHPBKIojY25vmbIhDAvsyIhreZHjX34uLrclsqo1iqODPKY_-Yg5w-s425Zuscs4hVN2WVD4uIVCNOZMLToWWk7bB8nuqQhB0llZsb752Pflk2Y/s1600/DSC03103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqqJZibWxIGsZ0wFgxtVaJ9cm9uXItHPBKIojY25vmbIhDAvsyIhreZHjX34uLrclsqo1iqODPKY_-Yg5w-s425Zuscs4hVN2WVD4uIVCNOZMLToWWk7bB8nuqQhB0llZsb752Pflk2Y/s320/DSC03103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520169992242970626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Back patio. Can't wait to use the outdoor fireplace this winter.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iUimFiqutFjF8JFsQc6G6lsN2jN_kSxH-fZScZ4oLo4NmN30HiobE3Vrv-JX6iiza_KXNLeNAaeIF1lHoVdFVLWp1EBL3xJPNP6Na3QJJUYwFrcxd9gFZ7liBMEt0D1p7Sd71uKKNvw/s1600/DSC03105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iUimFiqutFjF8JFsQc6G6lsN2jN_kSxH-fZScZ4oLo4NmN30HiobE3Vrv-JX6iiza_KXNLeNAaeIF1lHoVdFVLWp1EBL3xJPNP6Na3QJJUYwFrcxd9gFZ7liBMEt0D1p7Sd71uKKNvw/s320/DSC03105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520170160358880594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One side of the kitchen (my favorite room)</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BwgP830J__4AUAFJoe5H1y_YJXdy9Aw27mTqLvZGrPN_Yo-2I3rDURVsbm2xzmUl6-hq3RnL1j3LTEIUwgAYhB3gncnV-evtIyDT2kqtWQOLmlKQK3flzZ7Bib-Xrt9xtPn6WOPhJ64/s1600/DSC03107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BwgP830J__4AUAFJoe5H1y_YJXdy9Aw27mTqLvZGrPN_Yo-2I3rDURVsbm2xzmUl6-hq3RnL1j3LTEIUwgAYhB3gncnV-evtIyDT2kqtWQOLmlKQK3flzZ7Bib-Xrt9xtPn6WOPhJ64/s320/DSC03107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520170318261897346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Other side of kitchen</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40c5GGX7Ff0r1ngjsigwL39e9lDkjZpcGovvKYSxqVX4lnOyHHyZ_cPXgmsofmZOLHxBXku17RwbyfAlBUQ19-3emHp6rGfiYMXNwfkgKRfYjJ9QAq7t2DQi5zPYWZbYv1l0lPCWV5uA/s1600/DSC03114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40c5GGX7Ff0r1ngjsigwL39e9lDkjZpcGovvKYSxqVX4lnOyHHyZ_cPXgmsofmZOLHxBXku17RwbyfAlBUQ19-3emHp6rGfiYMXNwfkgKRfYjJ9QAq7t2DQi5zPYWZbYv1l0lPCWV5uA/s320/DSC03114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520170501126521074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Master bath</div><br /><div>The weekend we moved in was a very exciting weekend for our family as I became an aunt for the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">th</span> time. Jackson Timothy was born August 6. He is precious.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhYEwarii1tHg7e33urBjvN1P3xwMbnJWXQtMX7CMI6m8vARtvoSzzlu2cl-6CFNXA0gu2kcifUFIBkIZ4gZoFOmY_K45YWyVFwZwOGKVjOEaHH_DZAcWOvxqVn-AxS-vXrjxdTHcgcM/s1600/DSC03067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhYEwarii1tHg7e33urBjvN1P3xwMbnJWXQtMX7CMI6m8vARtvoSzzlu2cl-6CFNXA0gu2kcifUFIBkIZ4gZoFOmY_K45YWyVFwZwOGKVjOEaHH_DZAcWOvxqVn-AxS-vXrjxdTHcgcM/s320/DSC03067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520171863602045458" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOXJwTUCWaHGohKX738vkDZduhGV2n7aLHWrfT7ZWumvOKUQWytln7tlJtLUAfz-ZVPOhBaHXh7yyFztVOuaDLUpzZ2O3oR29FL8mWygTE-H4UdK7fHuFqkZoPRET_5abSGln3c41iwk/s1600/DSC03062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOXJwTUCWaHGohKX738vkDZduhGV2n7aLHWrfT7ZWumvOKUQWytln7tlJtLUAfz-ZVPOhBaHXh7yyFztVOuaDLUpzZ2O3oR29FL8mWygTE-H4UdK7fHuFqkZoPRET_5abSGln3c41iwk/s320/DSC03062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520172506729133922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All the cousins (minus Sutton). Big brother Austen wasn't so sure about baby Jackson at first</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Aunt D (that's me) is very excited because once his mommy goes back to work in mid October, I get to keep him a few days a week. We will get in lots of snuggle time and play time. I'm excited and so is Macy. Since she's home with me on M, W, and F she'll get to play too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Madeline started school the 3rd week in August and LOVES her new teacher and is making friends. She really misses her Keller friends but is getting adjusted. She's had a pretty difficult time with adjusting to a new house, new school, no friends, no extra activities, etc. We've had a little bit of seperation anxiety issues but they are getting MUCH better and think they will continue to improve as times goes on. Madeline went to try out for a competitive cheer team here in Oklahoma and they were very excited to welcome Madeline to the team but I think Madeline was a little overwhelmed at the time and decided she didn't want to do it this year. She was just released to start tumbling again from her break, the team already knew some of their choreography, and a new environment that I think it was just too much at the same time. She is going to cheer for our cities optimist team (little league). She's real excited about that and just take a tumbling class. She's also decided that she wants to try her hand at softball in the spring. We'll see. Plans can change.</div><div><br /></div><div>Macy started MDO in late August and LOVES it. She was so excited and ready to get back into school. She loves her teachers and they love her. They are constantly commenting on how smart she is, how well behaved she is, how helpful she is. Personally I think they got the wrong child/momma combination..HA!! She is a good girl. Macy is also wanting to try T-ball in the spring. We bought both the girls gloves and have played catch a few times. Let's just say they both have a ways to go..HA! </div><div><br /></div><div>I think that pretty much gets you caught up on our move, summer, etc. I hope to update more frequent. Not promising but I'll try.</div><div><br /></div><div>Till then.....</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-2351604660601367592010-05-25T13:36:00.002-05:002010-05-25T13:51:27.617-05:00Sorry for the delay...Here's the BIG news....It's now OFFICIAL....we are moving back to Oklahoma. We are so excited to be rejoining <b>ALL</b> our family and old friends but VERY sad to leave behind the ones we've made here in Texas. I spent the first week after we found out crying myself to sleep at night. Sounds crazy, right? I mean, I'm getting to go back "home", be with all our family, be around my dear friends, and back in a familiar place. Why cry to sleep? It kills me to think about leaving my BEST FRIEND/neighbor. Kristie and I have become as close as two people can get. Our husbands laugh because we can finish each others sentences, we can each only say 1 word and completely know what the other is talking about, we help ourselves in each other houses, we are mothers to ALL our kids. It's going to be SO HARD when the time actually comes and we have to say GOODBYE!! However, to me it won't be a goodbye but a see you later. I know that we will ALWAYS stay close. I have said from the beginning of our friendship that it was a TOTAL GOD thing. He knew just what I needed in a friend when he placed her in my life. Her and the rest of her family will always be dear to us.<div>We are relocating back to Oklahoma because Hubs took a job there. It's a great job with a great company. I am very excited for him. The beginning of this year has been a VERY tough few months. He had lots going on and needed to get out of the job he was in. After LOTS of prayers, God's timing came perfectly. So now, the fun is beginning with trying to sell our home in a market that is not great. We will begin looking for a house in Oklahoma and pray to be in and settled before school starts back up in August. Madeline will be starting the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> grade next year which is very hard to believe. She's pretty nervous about starting a new school, making new friends, leaving her cheer team behind, and essentially starting over for her. Texas is really all she remembers as she was only 2 when we moved here.</div><div>Speaking of Madeline, she's been doing great. We have had no major headaches in awhile. (knock on wood) We are to see the neurologist in June to see what he thinks/recommends. </div><div>Please be in prayer for our family and we will be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">separated</span> for a while. Hubs started his job yesterday and will be staying in Oklahoma and the girls and I will be staying in Texas until Madeline finishes school and we sell our house. We got it ready and listed last Tuesday. We've had quite a bit of lookers already. We even had one couple that looked at it twice on Sunday and are currently trying to get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pre</span>-approved. Again, praying for God's will and timing. It's hard being away from Hubs and the girls really miss him. Hopefully it won't be too long. </div><div>I'll let you know how the process is going. </div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-7567263286558219902010-05-09T20:59:00.002-05:002010-05-09T21:12:03.097-05:00Happy Mother's Day!!First, I want to say Happy Mother's Day to my wonderful mother and mother in law. God truly blessed me with a mother loves her children like no other. I know that there have been times in the past 34 + years that my mom and I didn't get along too well (teenage years) but I know she loved me still. I know I was a hard child to get a long with. I thought I knew it all, I was self centered, and had a mouth that ALWAYS had to have the LAST word. I know how tiring that is because I've created a clone just like myself in my sweet Madeline Paige. My mom is my best friend. I wouldn't have made it through half the things I've been through in life without her. I hope I'm half the mom to my kids as she was/is to me. I love you more than you'll ever know.<div>Thirteen years ago, I was introduced to a wonderful women who two years later became my mother in law. She has been like a second mom to me and the best Gramme to my children. She accepted me into their family just like I was one of "them". She's always made me feel loved and appreciated. She's always there when needed and gives great advice. When times have been difficult she's been a shoulder to cry on. I couldn't imagine having someone besides her as a mother in law. God truly blessed me. I love you Diane.</div><div>We've had a great day as a family. We went to church, came home and had lunch as a family. I got to lay down and take a LONG nap with no interruptions. It was wonderful. The girls both made me lots of sweet cards and gifts. I have the sweetest girls. Thank you God for choosing me to be their mommy. My prayer is that I will always be what God intended me to be for them and that I may always make them proud.</div><div>Still have news to share but waiting for the right timing.....Stay tuned!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-9326013622867472142010-05-05T12:04:00.002-05:002010-05-05T12:18:13.085-05:00Will things ever get better?Well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> still here. After spending 2 weeks in and out of doctor offices and hospitals with Madeline, I got to go to the doctor last Friday because of myself. A couple of weeks ago I worked all day in our front flower beds making them beautiful. When I woke up the next day my body was EXTREMELY sore. I don't think I had ever been that sore in my life. (Tells you how badly I am out of shape). I also noticed that my right forearm/wrist was very painful and hosted a HUGE knot. I began to ice it and take <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ibuprofen</span> to help it heal. That weekend I went to Oklahoma to help a dear friend of mine clean out her father and step mothers house. She lost her step mom in November and her dad past away the end of March. Please keep her and her brother and half siblings in your prayers. So needless to say, there was not much resting of my wrist. A week later it was still hurting intensl<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">y</span>. So much so that at night I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn't</span> go to sleep from the pain. I FINALLY decided to bite the bullet and head to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dr</span>. I find out that I have SEVERE <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tendinitis</span> and it needs to be in a splint for possibly 4 weeks. This thing is not comfortable and it's HOT!! I can't do anything with it on, I guess that's the whole purpose of it. So that's me.<div>Then Sunday after church I went to pick Macy up from her class and get ready for our BIG celebration picnic (It was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">children's</span> day at church). As soon as I saw her I knew that she was not feeling good. She's the child that all you have to do is look in her eyes and you can see it. She told me her head was hurting and she didn't feel good. She was running a fever too. Why is it ALWAYS on the weekend when they get sick? I waited till the next day to call the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dr</span>. She ran a 104 temp all night. Nothing was getting it down. I stayed up rubbing a cool cloth over her. We got in to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dr</span>. and found out she had <a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Herpangina"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">HERPANGINA</span></a>. She had a rough couple of nights and days but today woke up fever free and feeling a lot better. She still has a little bit of sore throat but she actually ate some lunch. </div><div>Hopefully that will be it for a while. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please continue to pray for our family as some big decisions are about to be made. Pray that it will be GOD'S will whatever we decide. More to come.....</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-61591566712112313482010-05-01T18:48:00.002-05:002010-05-01T19:06:02.000-05:00Opthamologist...Check!!I took Madeline to the pediatric <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opthamologist</span> on Thursday to see if it could be her eyes that were causing the headaches. The doctor said if she is having trouble seeing and her eyes are having to strain to see then that could <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> cause her to have headaches.<div>I was VERY impressed with the doctor we went to see, Dr. Michael Hunt. His office staff was very nice and professional. They were great with Madeline and asked lots of questions. When we got into the exam room there was a sign on the wall that said, "As Christian physicians, we welcome the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">opportunity</span> to pray with our patients and their families. Please let us know if you would like us to pray with you." I was very impressed. It's not everyday that you go into a doctors office and see a sign like that. </div><div>The doctor looked at many different things pertaining to Madeline's eyes. They checked her eye sight, (she saw 20/20 in her right eye and 20/25 in her left) her depth perception, to see if her eyes were trying to cross, and the fluid around her optic nerve. All of these things looked completely normal at this time. So when she tells me she can't hear, ha, I know otherwise!!</div><div><br /></div><div>So are next step at this point is to see the neurologist in June, the first available appointment they had. However, I'm thinking I may call our pediatrician and ask her about possibly having Madeline allergy tested to see if it could be just plain old allergies that could be causing these headaches. I know during allergy season my head hurts often. We'll see what she says. I'm hoping that soon we will have an answer.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, we are gearing up for Macy's FOURTH birthday on May 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>, which also happens to be Mother's Day this year. I can't believe my baby is turning 4 already. Where has the time gone? She is super excited about her "princess" party. We won't have her party until the 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span>. All our family is coming down to help us celebrate. </div><div><br /></div><div>On May 16, Madeline, our oldest is getting baptized. It warms a parents heart when your child asks Christ to live in their heart and become a part of them. We are so excited for Madeline. She asked him into her heart back in January. We were praying before bed and she started asking a bunch of questions and said that she had been thinking about it and that she wanted him to live with her forever. I wanted to make sure she COMPLETELY understood what it meant so we sat down with our Children's minister at church and she discussed with her and asked Madeline a lot of questions. I can't wait till that day when I know that she will be with me FOREVER.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll post pictures after all the big events. Also, I'd like to ask that you be in prayer for our family as there may be some BIG changes in our near future. I can't say a whole lot right now but should know more in the NEAR future.</div><div><br /></div><div>Till then........</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-38661947747510422262010-04-28T09:41:00.003-05:002010-04-28T09:52:50.690-05:00Praise the Lord!!Madeline's MRI went well yesterday. They had to put her COMPLETELY under with breathing tube and all. I was a little shocked, as I thought they would do a conscious sedation. However, I guess she can't move or make facial expressions while in the MRI so they put them totally asleep. She did great and had no reaction to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anestesea</span>. She was a little upset when we got to her in the recovery room but that is normal. She was fine after she ate the TWO <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Popsicles</span> they offered her. HA!! We got to the hospital at 9:00 and we were home at 1:30. <div>I received a call last night from our pediatrician that she had looked at the results and everything was NORMAL!! PRAISE THE LORD!!! I can't tell you how relieved I was to hear that that news. She said the only thing they saw on the MRI was that there was some minimal thickening in her sinus cavity. She asked if Madeline had some congestion. I told her she didn't so she decided she would just watch it and not treat it right now.</div><div>Thank you for all the prayers!! Tomorrow we are going to the pediatric <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">opthamologist</span> to have her eyes checked to see if that could be a possible cause for the headaches. I'll keep you posted.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-58546705033119819932010-04-26T17:30:00.002-05:002010-04-26T17:33:39.461-05:009:00 AMMadeline's MRI has been scheduled for 9:00 AM on Tuesday, April 27, 1010. Please pray for peace and comfort for Madeline and us (mommy and daddy) I pray that the images show us what we need to see or MOST importantly that there is NOTHING there. I'll update you when we hear back from the dr. They said the results will be there in 24 hours so we will know something by the end of the week for sure. Thank you in advance for the prayers!!!Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-65952680190206974892010-04-25T11:17:00.002-05:002010-04-25T11:32:05.273-05:00MRI update!!We went on Wednesday for Madeline's MRI appointment at 1:30. We got there around 1:15 to check in and we were informed that the morning surgeries were running late so could we come back at 4:30. We agreed!! Poor Madeline, she was already so nervous and worked up and was prepared to get it over with. She was very nervous not knowing what to expect of the MRI. We left, went to the toy store for her to pick out a toy to help calm her nerves.<br />At 4:30, we returned back ready to get it over with. Madeline was still so nervous. However, the tech was fabulous. She apologized repeatedly about us having to be pushed back. She also was sad to report to us that the headphones that you wear during the MRI (to hear the radio) had broken earlier in the day so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">there</span> would be no music for Madeline to listen to. She was a little concerned about Madeline's age and how this would affect her. If you've ever had a MRI, you know how LOUD that machine is.<br />We prepared Madeline, explained how everything worked, and got her ready to lay down on the bed. She was scared. I could see it in her eyes. She started to cry a little and we explained it would be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. <br />Next, the tech pushed her into the machine. This was a closed MRI (the tunnel kind). Madeline began to FREAK out. She was crying begging me to get her out of the machine. She kept telling me, "Please, get me out, just for a minute." The tech and I both talked to her and got her calmed down, wiped away the tears and we were ready to take picture #1. She warned Madeline about the loud tapping and buzzing noise that machine was about to make.<br />Picture one started and as soon as it finished Madeline began screaming, "Get me out of here, I want out of here, I'm too scared, It's too loud." She was trying to sit up and climb out the machine herself. I decided at that moment that this was never going to happen. I didn't want it to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">traumatize</span> her so I told the tech that we were going to have to sedate her and try again.<br />Poor baby girl. We are going to try again on Tuesday under sedation. Please keep praying that she'll be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> and that the test will show us what we need to see or NOT see. I'll keep you posted.Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-43087873465265555382010-04-21T07:19:00.002-05:002010-04-21T07:22:57.466-05:00MRI...Today is Madeline's MRI of her brain. Im anxious to get it done and see what it shows. I know that there is nothing wrong but to know for sure will make it all the better. If it should show something we will take it one day at a time with God walking us through. <div>Madeline is very nervous. I've tried to explain to her what it's like but I don't think she totally understands. Please pray for her. She's my child that worries. She worries about little things so something big like this can cause her lots of anxiety.</div><div>I will update as soon as we get some results. We would greatly appreciate any and ALL prayers being sent up on her behalf.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-83286352186250050242010-04-15T08:22:00.003-05:002010-04-15T08:39:49.777-05:00Headaches...GO AWAY!!For the past 9 months or so, poor Madeline (my oldest) has been battling some horrible headaches. There has been several occasions where they have woken her from her sleep and made her so sick to her stomach that she has thrown up. They started at the end of last summer and have progressively gotten more frequent and more intense. <div>At the end of the summer when they first began happening I took her to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dr</span>. to have her checked out. At the time, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dr</span>. thought that maybe since it was the hot part of the summer that a lot of it could be attributed to the lack of fluids and the heat. We loaded her up at the time with lots of fluids and it seemed to help some, no headaches for a few months. They then started coming back almost weekly, however, not always real intense. They were just bad enough that she'd want to just go lay low.</div><div>Last Thursday, she went to bed at 8:00 and by 10:00 just awoke complaining that her head hurt real bad and her stomach hurt. I got her some medicine and back to bed. It wasn't 10 minutes later before she threw up. I called the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dr</span>. the next morning and made an appointment. We went in and the doctor checked her over. She asked us lots of questions, got more family background, and did some different motor skills testing on Madeline. Everything checked out to be normal. However, there were several things that she wanted to test out more extensively. She ordered for Madeline to have a MRI done of her brain to rule out a brain tumor. She doesn't think that is the cause but wants to be sure. Of course, when a mother hears that I got REAL uncomfortable. I know that the Lord is in control and will see us through whatever the outcome of the test shows. Another avenue we are trying is going to a pediatric <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">opthamologist</span> to make sure that its not her eyes causing the headaches. I have TERRIBLE eyesight so she could have inherited that lovely "flaw" from me. Lastly, she is going to see a neurologist but not until JUNE (this was their first open <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appt</span>.). CRAZY, I know!! She is going to see him because the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dr</span>. HIGHLY thinks she is having migraines which are NO FUN. My husband and I both get them and I can't imagine my 7 year old having to deal with them. </div><div>So hopefully within the next few weeks we will get some answers and begin to be able to treat the symptoms better. PLEASE, be in prayer for all the test, results, doctors wisdom, and for us as we deal with whatever we find out. Pray for Madeline as she is nervous about seeing all the different doctors and the unknown of what each of these tests are. I'll update as soon as we find out anything.</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-34109011923602549452010-04-06T15:22:00.006-05:002010-04-06T15:52:34.872-05:00I'm Back...Hopefully to stay!!Wow, it's been forever since I have visited my blog and even longer since I have updated it. Lots has been going on in our lives these past few months. Our computer crashed a few months ago and we had some debating on what kind of new computer we wanted to replace it with. Should we go PC again or go with the MAC. The MAC won and I'm loving it. There is still so much to learn on it but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> enjoying seeing all that it can do.<div>I think I'll spend this post just getting you all caught up on us. Last time I blogged we had just been blessed with a new nephew, Sutton Kyle who is now SEVEN months. That I can't believe. He is getting so big, so fast. </div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRb1pifbn6rXp2Y-hpXLZNs7rqE7BecI8kR5OGu4laYzELYLh5w0GmIIGmzdmayewCj-5_ZwTkoMmUCHcGXd6PBj07JgmYqpI2QjWxw3SFcBlyL_3_HJCWToa9Ft1ReDBG6tQBvkQtC74/s1600/DSC02599.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRb1pifbn6rXp2Y-hpXLZNs7rqE7BecI8kR5OGu4laYzELYLh5w0GmIIGmzdmayewCj-5_ZwTkoMmUCHcGXd6PBj07JgmYqpI2QjWxw3SFcBlyL_3_HJCWToa9Ft1ReDBG6tQBvkQtC74/s320/DSC02599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457124138396210274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">See what I mean? Isn't he just the cutest?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We also found out that in August we will be blessed with another sweet nephew, Jackson Timothy. Hubs' brother and wife are having their second son. We can't wait to meet him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My niece turned a year in January and is walking EVERYWHERE. We got to spend some time with them while we were "home" for Spring break. I hate living so far away that we only get to see them every couple of months. I feel like we miss out on so much of their lives.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As you know from my last post that Madeline has been doing competitive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cheerleading</span> and LOVES IT!! She is doing so well with it. They competed in 4 competitions. The first 2 competitions they competed just as a show team to get them ready for what it was really going to be like when they competed. In their first competition actually competing they got 1st place and they were so excited. Madeline has come a long way in her tumbling. She is doing her standing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">back handspring</span> and does a round off <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">back handspring</span>. She is currently working on doing multiples (more than one at a time). We are very proud of her and all her accomplishments. Here's some pictures before some of her competitions.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhQ0rMViFWCM2ailgvL2QXn19GTYRZ_QK-iMFO0yBvI_la9-kmaZS0aZp92kl_-b-VKG3a2fvQMAgU8fbr6SfH7y1wFNOkesLMhohCg2JEXH3WdJ-dHAyybMEDI1bBT5-4O9K8DRiz_c/s1600/IMG_0634.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhQ0rMViFWCM2ailgvL2QXn19GTYRZ_QK-iMFO0yBvI_la9-kmaZS0aZp92kl_-b-VKG3a2fvQMAgU8fbr6SfH7y1wFNOkesLMhohCg2JEXH3WdJ-dHAyybMEDI1bBT5-4O9K8DRiz_c/s320/IMG_0634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457127126484307730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioB1l1fI9zVFAyQkzd-TEHPZ-Sk8iECxEaIsQmFVq2ER9L5Zykfqi_LtoOH8B2I3vWSPkNUWOQM0-8B69m8OvIKVnRBTwhlexiylxUxvxMNtqQXeysg7HOtCgmVygYTK-Ozk03n1iR_A0/s1600/DSC02536.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioB1l1fI9zVFAyQkzd-TEHPZ-Sk8iECxEaIsQmFVq2ER9L5Zykfqi_LtoOH8B2I3vWSPkNUWOQM0-8B69m8OvIKVnRBTwhlexiylxUxvxMNtqQXeysg7HOtCgmVygYTK-Ozk03n1iR_A0/s320/DSC02536.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457127423248358402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNvMeNW_Lm688YgARANNxuPn2qxpGKOlkUwPw6XCZkBB4YTTMps8pXLl_PgvylGp1TS3PwblGiSQZ7LygsUWsv6k5Gz7CJxo2PwRJkUtaML2w17sMdBqyMueQx3fa8zpSt1qDfvDBdMw/s1600/DSC02541.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNvMeNW_Lm688YgARANNxuPn2qxpGKOlkUwPw6XCZkBB4YTTMps8pXLl_PgvylGp1TS3PwblGiSQZ7LygsUWsv6k5Gz7CJxo2PwRJkUtaML2w17sMdBqyMueQx3fa8zpSt1qDfvDBdMw/s320/DSC02541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457127901185147922" /></a>Madeline has almost completed her first grade year. She has done superior in school. We are very proud of her. <div><br /></div><div>Macy has been staying home with me for the past 6 months. Her "school year" started off rocky with lots of illness so we decided to pull her out and just kept her home, as I enjoyed having our time together. She tries to keep up with Madeline and one day wants to be a MVP cheerleader, just like sissy. </div><div><br /></div><div>The end of October was a difficult time for our family as we lost Hub's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mema</span>. She had battled with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Alzheimers</span> for a number of years and her health was slowly getting worse. Although it was very hard to say goodbye, we all knew that she was in a much better place and she was reunited with her love, Granddad. We loved her and miss her.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for me, I took a MUCH needed girls cruise with 2 of my friends in January. We sailed out of Galveston and headed towards warmer weather in Mexico. We were done for 5 days and it was great. It was nice to get away just girls with no worries, no children, and no hubbies. However, I did miss them dearly but I'm ready to plan the next one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, so much more has gone on but that hits the highlights. More to come.....</div>Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343903843953949605.post-4556818559295319162009-10-06T10:46:00.003-05:002009-10-06T11:12:08.720-05:00I'm really bad at this.I'm blaming it on my IPhone. I rarely get on the desktop computer because now that I have my IPhone I can do everything on it so I have no reason to get on the computer, therefore, resulting in no blog posts. I want to get better and make the time to do it but I don't.<br /><br />Let's get caught up.....<br /><br />First, the last post was about our friends The Jaggears and their "Miracle baby". Just wanted to update you on them. Things are still going FABULOUS. She is in her 18th week and the doctor says everything looks GREAT. PTL!! I can't wait to meet this little miracle.<br /><br />Next, September 4, I became an aunt again. My sweet, precious nephew, Sutton Kyle was born. He weighed 8 lbs. 2 ounces and was 19 inches long. He is the sweetest natured child. We were able to spend 3 days with them when he was born. He waited to come until he knew his Aunt D could be there and spend some time. Thanks Sutton. Momma didn't like it too much but she got what she waited for and if you ask her she'll tell you it was worth it. Take a look at this sweet little guy...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvY-pQHOTZm3DghGWU2eF1rm5NJesH8W25raw-qJ5b7Dflp1r2CcwtA5s_9D1wma1M7J2y0QyDgzhlgJ0Aa3xeCPUdpn-KNiqqStwBxuvnOvX1Q5D34aCh-yVAWvQPLFZ44m4NekX16M/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389515620214256418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvY-pQHOTZm3DghGWU2eF1rm5NJesH8W25raw-qJ5b7Dflp1r2CcwtA5s_9D1wma1M7J2y0QyDgzhlgJ0Aa3xeCPUdpn-KNiqqStwBxuvnOvX1Q5D34aCh-yVAWvQPLFZ44m4NekX16M/s320/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He has even made the 4.5 hour road trip to come visit us here in Texas. We spent lots of time snuggling together and I loved EVERY second of it. Thanks Mich, for bringing him here to see us.<br /><br />Madeline is doing very well in school. She was chosen as the Student of the Month from her teacher. She loves school but hates having to come home and work on homework. I told her she better get used to it.<br /><br />Madeline is doing great in cheerleading and they are gearing up for their first competition in November. She's a little nervous about the competitions but I know she will do great. She has done her back handspring and round off back handspring by herself. She just needs to work on getting more consistent with it. We are super proud of her and her efforts. They will have a two day competition in November and December and then they will compete in January and another in February. I'll be sure to post pictures after the competitions.<br /><br />As for my sweet Macy, she started school FINALLY. Her MDO (Mothers Day Out) started the second week of September. Her teachers are SO GREAT and she LOVES them. Both happen to go to church with us too. She can't wait for Tuesdays and Thursdays so she can go see Mrs. Marcie and Mrs. Cherie. It's going to be a great year. We miss her teachers from last year too. She was so excited the other day she came home from school and asked me, "Momma, did you know that A says a.(insert a sound here). We're getting there. It's amazing to see the difference between Madeline and Macy at this age. Their interests are different, learning styles are different, attention spans, etc.<br /><br />Hubs is still loving his job and just celebrated 1 year there. He is also super excited for this time of year because it means FOOTBALL ALL WEEKEND. We enjoy watching our OSU Cowboys play when we can and of course he has his NFL Fantasy Football team that keeps him occupied as well.<br /><br />Hubs and I decided this year we were going to start teaching in the youth at our church. I am co-teaching the 9th grade girls Sunday school and Hubs has the 11th-12th grade boys. So far we are really enjoying it. I love to hear about what is going on in these young girls lives and hearts. We have a great group of kids. We can't wait to see what God does in the lives of these young adults. I'm also still teaching the 1st graders (Madeline's group) on Sunday nights. I don't leave sweet Macy out, once a month I work in her class during Church service. We stay very busy with church, cheer, school, work, etc. However, God has truly blessed out family.<br /><br />Right now, I am home with Macy who has the flu....AGAIN. If you remember correctly she had the H1N1 flu in early August. Poor Macy catches EVERYTHING. Please pray that she recovers quickly.<br /><br />I'm going to try to get on an update more often with more interesting things. Hope you all are staying healthy and enjoying this fall weather. GOD BLESS!!Daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138541441301372652noreply@blogger.com2