tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36904375656355893972024-03-12T19:34:55.530-07:00just the three of usHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-43289190411114688802011-02-18T06:07:00.000-08:002011-02-18T06:12:07.319-08:00Intuitive Mothering - My New BusinessMy new website and blog are finally up! Visit <a href="http://www.intuitivemothering.com">Intuitive Mothering</a> for a little peeksie.<br /><br />Happy Friday! I think LB and I will get out again and enjoy this incredible weather. But, first a stop off to pick up some sun screen. Poor little red headed boy got a little toasted in the sun on our play date yesterday.<br /><br />Love!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-36287012890679892292011-02-05T10:40:00.000-08:002011-02-05T14:11:43.210-08:00snow days are for wimpsI guess we are wimps then, because we haven't left the house since Monday. Well, Little Bub and I haven't anyway. Daddy went to work 2 out of 5 days and tried another and couldn't get there.<br /><br />We have one snotty nosed, hacking child over our way so we aren't leaving the house anyway. And, my husband is so bored that he keeps asking me for things to do.<br /><br />Husband:<br />Dishes. check. Vacuuming. check. Hanging walls decor that has been sitting around for months waiting for a snow day. check.<br /><br />Wife:<br />Nursing sick baby. check. Getting puked on. check. Nursing sick baby. check. Wiping snotty nose. check. Nursing sick....ok, ok, you get the point.<br /><br />So what exactly have we been doing to occupy our time during this snow week you might ask? Here is a sneak peek!<br /><br />Eating steamed carrots and green beans and avocados (his personal fave)! We tried pureed, chunked, mashed, you name it. Finally we figured out that he likes slightly mashed bite sized pieces of food that he can pick up on his own or with a spoon. He is quite the independent little feller.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR7wFrFzhynOMHcxnyfpIYj6Icws0ZmNE93GDPszQQxYDBQfdZSd8hcjaZK2Km4rIavWOLbR4BF4vvPQ8V6pi7ke7qpBknwD6C3SuG5bk4b6zBBBhW3-xE11598J2iD5WI8ICIxshpow/s1600/eating+avocado+and+carrots+and+green+beans.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR7wFrFzhynOMHcxnyfpIYj6Icws0ZmNE93GDPszQQxYDBQfdZSd8hcjaZK2Km4rIavWOLbR4BF4vvPQ8V6pi7ke7qpBknwD6C3SuG5bk4b6zBBBhW3-xE11598J2iD5WI8ICIxshpow/s320/eating+avocado+and+carrots+and+green+beans.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570319373564464530" border="0" /></a>Looking for the perfect cd to listen to! There is a lot of dancing that goes on around here when we are cooped up in the house for days.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglKzBh2E0oU76HITmz048rxcJMGP02TcqwZCRfwqp_gK_Bw8Os-tMdxD3T-DatXYN496EF7RrRCf_f18zDie5q2OKA4FWJBrMY-Rc10zGtI8AKawmqpGiBJJUBPPY35NVAJtcXIAy6TA/s1600/looking+for+dvd.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglKzBh2E0oU76HITmz048rxcJMGP02TcqwZCRfwqp_gK_Bw8Os-tMdxD3T-DatXYN496EF7RrRCf_f18zDie5q2OKA4FWJBrMY-Rc10zGtI8AKawmqpGiBJJUBPPY35NVAJtcXIAy6TA/s320/looking+for+dvd.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570322134257756770" border="0" /></a>Watching the fire truck and ambulance take away our neighbor yesterday. They just moved in last weekend so we don't even know them yet. Sad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rjBaZYUop0KFyIohg7RE3qJ4vDVC3DvofZ7L1W862KUTPGn41Mg-5B0UBr_eZ2_dZz4sO2dhiRo_Rq2FfXNiRnkms_QTis1bKvw7dNI1NMx1_EZb8b_5fLBOJBD22UMdJjcRHEuLMCA/s1600/fire+truck.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rjBaZYUop0KFyIohg7RE3qJ4vDVC3DvofZ7L1W862KUTPGn41Mg-5B0UBr_eZ2_dZz4sO2dhiRo_Rq2FfXNiRnkms_QTis1bKvw7dNI1NMx1_EZb8b_5fLBOJBD22UMdJjcRHEuLMCA/s320/fire+truck.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570319308786128674" border="0" /></a>Watching the snow fall and ice from the window because this little bub is too sickly to go out and play in the snow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgL5CaIuEIBu46rayVJWag9UoMzONxyoZU9LANTakvR6bs-d4scSNRl63o2NRMIe2n37XWjbviNkQdCBz4nYScwJ9M5EybBM6ajGQ0o2cSAGl0GpAiLOe8z_EnCAhsTP5nM9PBOFbkS0/s1600/eli+watching+from+window.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgL5CaIuEIBu46rayVJWag9UoMzONxyoZU9LANTakvR6bs-d4scSNRl63o2NRMIe2n37XWjbviNkQdCBz4nYScwJ9M5EybBM6ajGQ0o2cSAGl0GpAiLOe8z_EnCAhsTP5nM9PBOFbkS0/s320/eli+watching+from+window.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570319241439386002" border="0" /></a>Organizing the pantry! As you can see he is quite helpful at weeding out all the plastic that we no longer use.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCvhoMEY3Mzfa6F2YtjBrI0zXlb6mCCyrLuPOOrTQVFWcrssdaPXFQutoXSAduqclTRzFTCFzv1xPcACVtrNsTqupTxwUaL_8wbVKDeo8JM6HIOU6L_7r4PPLIssWp5-RXiqPLercPSA/s1600/organizing+the+pantry.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCvhoMEY3Mzfa6F2YtjBrI0zXlb6mCCyrLuPOOrTQVFWcrssdaPXFQutoXSAduqclTRzFTCFzv1xPcACVtrNsTqupTxwUaL_8wbVKDeo8JM6HIOU6L_7r4PPLIssWp5-RXiqPLercPSA/s320/organizing+the+pantry.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570319160661681314" border="0" /></a>Taking naps with Daddy! Now that is always a fun one there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW13Q_naZ9Dpjoqf1P_L_gey_BOHKcl8tqSEA5yHyCReJ-0Rp1sN5R8ztDiy9IL3D232MA8RT2mttCinwQBAvNMScz0s1hAb5tulMhyphenhyphenxMZyyO0Ur5iURj7vRQPJXairHZNpGqlvJYGiZo/s1600/snoozing+with+daddy.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW13Q_naZ9Dpjoqf1P_L_gey_BOHKcl8tqSEA5yHyCReJ-0Rp1sN5R8ztDiy9IL3D232MA8RT2mttCinwQBAvNMScz0s1hAb5tulMhyphenhyphenxMZyyO0Ur5iURj7vRQPJXairHZNpGqlvJYGiZo/s320/snoozing+with+daddy.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570319083279185298" border="0" /></a>Making a Daddy R, Mommy R, and Baby R snowman family. Sadly they passed away today. They will truly be missed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJjVqfvKwX0Sm-X8_FuWWUwD-EaZRYtk4bTMZM9bJIvVtYXL_4gvxE4fY8VwaJYgpZXT_h-44uDkjRcM_uomtUMV7OUTanUlrIukf4JR9dpf18tmACW_a38Ac0dnRePS3y2LXrGUNYWo/s1600/snowman+family.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJjVqfvKwX0Sm-X8_FuWWUwD-EaZRYtk4bTMZM9bJIvVtYXL_4gvxE4fY8VwaJYgpZXT_h-44uDkjRcM_uomtUMV7OUTanUlrIukf4JR9dpf18tmACW_a38Ac0dnRePS3y2LXrGUNYWo/s320/snowman+family.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570318963307435042" border="0" /></a>Daddy hand tossed and formed the homemade pizza crust himself. Thanks to his Domino's days it turned out lovely.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytbm_XbXdGGymPJ0qU2OzL_rMC-sZcd3pdUolI8Oze-QRIoiymIrZ21hNJdJzC93Ak11Q15WJqSg1hxA31hHXTXrny8uFaP47L4MpTwF-Xmb-jBVjGASEb0ZzYzt2c4iyhM1qKb3QLk8/s1600/tossing+pizza.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytbm_XbXdGGymPJ0qU2OzL_rMC-sZcd3pdUolI8Oze-QRIoiymIrZ21hNJdJzC93Ak11Q15WJqSg1hxA31hHXTXrny8uFaP47L4MpTwF-Xmb-jBVjGASEb0ZzYzt2c4iyhM1qKb3QLk8/s320/tossing+pizza.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570318859031877186" border="0" /></a>Mmmm....toppings! Best pizza I have made to date. And for dessert...SNOW ICE CREAM! I made it with milk, sugar, vanilla, and decaf coffee so it tasted like an iced coffee and it was SO delicious! Although, I have decided to lay off the dairy until LB gets to feeling better. I do believe it made him a quite snotty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05EwPf7C8TX7ejZ-NXynvMxa4xVXEaJBjgX8jlSqjpMVckRO7kL0MOt23oNJzkvHkxJ7wMdI7n11hrUoLwkrawjjH3beHonAtvu6nYqDwlwPA8xd1pHuTXJ0dydavA2krAaBxs0WmZYs/s1600/two+pizzas.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05EwPf7C8TX7ejZ-NXynvMxa4xVXEaJBjgX8jlSqjpMVckRO7kL0MOt23oNJzkvHkxJ7wMdI7n11hrUoLwkrawjjH3beHonAtvu6nYqDwlwPA8xd1pHuTXJ0dydavA2krAaBxs0WmZYs/s320/two+pizzas.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570318784641880722" border="0" /></a>Wall collaging! It was about time we put some decor on the walls two years after living here. I have declared 2011 the year of LOVE. This is just a subtle daily reminder.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzGRVl1d52ykm1uxNvzrkyhAFnRS1sAgfRxzZOiJbiG_DHbBYV9TdsVB4MlN2aI-0R00l2Na0_TQe64PvXMPhRBnEMHkBYKkGKMRCs8GZ4pEjthq2oRJcFEeshExuznQzMvMLJDzA9CFQ/s1600/wall+collage.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzGRVl1d52ykm1uxNvzrkyhAFnRS1sAgfRxzZOiJbiG_DHbBYV9TdsVB4MlN2aI-0R00l2Na0_TQe64PvXMPhRBnEMHkBYKkGKMRCs8GZ4pEjthq2oRJcFEeshExuznQzMvMLJDzA9CFQ/s320/wall+collage.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570318699630189730" border="0" /></a>And, for a little bit of what we do on sunnier days:<br /><br />Hard to believe that just one week ago we were out in our short sleeves and short pants strolling by the river at the park for 3 hours. What a glorious day that was. Thank goodness we took full advantage of two gorgeous days of 85 degree weather before it turned 19 degrees on us. We went walking, sliding, swinging, and bouncing. LB was thrilled to be outdoors. He is a nature lover. I taught him how to hug a tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdnSZFRPOOQ_o7i64Ze78F5hTgqQGz9Vh71HNyjGJ9gciPzPs722GG6w0yBtsOUmAgN1FICuF3lqJBJ5FeVoCTMWunDcKakSAFeiC_Fqc_BfvH_shoKpDhzklVPic-N6xEWRX9IzGxY0/s1600/walk+by+the+river.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdnSZFRPOOQ_o7i64Ze78F5hTgqQGz9Vh71HNyjGJ9gciPzPs722GG6w0yBtsOUmAgN1FICuF3lqJBJ5FeVoCTMWunDcKakSAFeiC_Fqc_BfvH_shoKpDhzklVPic-N6xEWRX9IzGxY0/s320/walk+by+the+river.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570321774855420018" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJHeiOrlVaNm-TvtoQcXX7bJ7tApai_BqFyKecegTXB89BvGVKvxRw0OoOAcLz2ge5Vx8tcS5Vu3_U0acGh8vONH9w2uFnW6QzqltQ0k9yce67qK9cUlB9zre8ii70sqkBsxulmuvvYA/s1600/going+down+the+slide.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJHeiOrlVaNm-TvtoQcXX7bJ7tApai_BqFyKecegTXB89BvGVKvxRw0OoOAcLz2ge5Vx8tcS5Vu3_U0acGh8vONH9w2uFnW6QzqltQ0k9yce67qK9cUlB9zre8ii70sqkBsxulmuvvYA/s320/going+down+the+slide.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570322983649290162" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lnpMqrl7JU8dj0YAHp-rnKqqkVK7xlN-a8mmNh5zgigjBan3CmVV_8G2rhNFiOQXwEGns9Bg_SdSRB_8LW5wUBrDz2T6EpS7gojlgx-6VTEoPPO7J1Zh0YWuRg_c4x2Bcatpk7OIWYE/s1600/swinging.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lnpMqrl7JU8dj0YAHp-rnKqqkVK7xlN-a8mmNh5zgigjBan3CmVV_8G2rhNFiOQXwEGns9Bg_SdSRB_8LW5wUBrDz2T6EpS7gojlgx-6VTEoPPO7J1Zh0YWuRg_c4x2Bcatpk7OIWYE/s320/swinging.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570321997598215474" border="0" /></a>It is of utmost importance to learn basic skills and chores like unloading the dishwasher. He was so glad to "help" Mommy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGM3SDLE7Efie6rceNXlCxehLr2e-2Lq_MBWf_MtlYWhBTcFTLJiElJ9ekBl1LvA_6n6XlB4oiNYRf9y8xeugSCIDcIfBPz0xp50Bz9cdOCAj96qUsXpXhboKOv1Oo5ESV86GuHLxLaM/s1600/unloading+dishwasher.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGM3SDLE7Efie6rceNXlCxehLr2e-2Lq_MBWf_MtlYWhBTcFTLJiElJ9ekBl1LvA_6n6XlB4oiNYRf9y8xeugSCIDcIfBPz0xp50Bz9cdOCAj96qUsXpXhboKOv1Oo5ESV86GuHLxLaM/s320/unloading+dishwasher.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570322543299002146" border="0" /></a>Pausing for a brief moment to soak in nature from the indoors and watch his squirrel friends run from tree to tree.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3kt_nus7cagT7xUcMA2Jll9v3npCNU4MUxvEkqkA5fLBSC2ajlIcnm_P26k2oJ9Ez_adHFeRBXisH6gi86RvG2HLRp1GdciAuVE2Gqcksmo1uxslnQFLAfgaaQDYHwQIcAL7jxEH-Ik/s1600/squirrel+watching.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3kt_nus7cagT7xUcMA2Jll9v3npCNU4MUxvEkqkA5fLBSC2ajlIcnm_P26k2oJ9Ez_adHFeRBXisH6gi86RvG2HLRp1GdciAuVE2Gqcksmo1uxslnQFLAfgaaQDYHwQIcAL7jxEH-Ik/s320/squirrel+watching.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570322630476305474" border="0" /></a>If he could talk, I imagine he would say, "It is important to have good oral hygiene. I should know because I have 8 teeth myself. I brush my teeth daily and so should you."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dvFgZyXf2rBLeIfNFwJqp3ivkB7lyDk7v55iWeBYmg-83JyCUyOeaek3faJmsMTKitG_EL393LRJda-xA3t5__3E_J4b54u4Er-l-Ky3Ihx0njdmSNnSTkiVUOdqCfIV0QT3KoDHAgg/s1600/brushing+teeth.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dvFgZyXf2rBLeIfNFwJqp3ivkB7lyDk7v55iWeBYmg-83JyCUyOeaek3faJmsMTKitG_EL393LRJda-xA3t5__3E_J4b54u4Er-l-Ky3Ihx0njdmSNnSTkiVUOdqCfIV0QT3KoDHAgg/s320/brushing+teeth.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570322756393189522" border="0" /></a>A lovely trip to Costco we have a mountain of groceries to unload. He enjoys Costco because he hears things like "oh, he is so cute!" and "look at that precious boy!" He blushes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmBEjpXwbAdgBlHG4P4Nwc_EVpZ8yiFmewzrnuOdW1MzNP7BkpfC_RDypuwhMfSWJXdEqpWurnhfXK6WubwHmiwRuZtHOirM8os187C6TwPX61SOQCHzcxlybBoJi6xSuLAbHOGq4ttI/s1600/costco+trip.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmBEjpXwbAdgBlHG4P4Nwc_EVpZ8yiFmewzrnuOdW1MzNP7BkpfC_RDypuwhMfSWJXdEqpWurnhfXK6WubwHmiwRuZtHOirM8os187C6TwPX61SOQCHzcxlybBoJi6xSuLAbHOGq4ttI/s320/costco+trip.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570322879874314082" border="0" /></a>We have started attending a breastfeeding group at the birth center where my midwives work. All the babies his size were in the other room hanging out close to mommy. Most of them aren't on the move yet. LB, however, believes he is "big" and went in the other room to play with all of his "big" friends.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKyYKaoi6ItYn0tNu5fw-qg26TUX9IJgA2Mf5cOY352C5g67Dwsa4-HgzC7shgwMIz33WAjEPCFYsb9k_lSBosDDsnOTqqeu0V24WfGQ_vhLrecX57ncp6oaOKTvsWtZGrkY6hVC_LeM/s1600/playing+at+the+birth+center.com"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKyYKaoi6ItYn0tNu5fw-qg26TUX9IJgA2Mf5cOY352C5g67Dwsa4-HgzC7shgwMIz33WAjEPCFYsb9k_lSBosDDsnOTqqeu0V24WfGQ_vhLrecX57ncp6oaOKTvsWtZGrkY6hVC_LeM/s320/playing+at+the+birth+center.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570323124672428450" border="0" /></a><br />On a last note, I was reading Dr. Sears' Baby Book today and found this a bit fascinating...<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"The early walker may be the impulsive, motor-driven baby who has raced through each motor milestone before parents could get their camera ready. While there is no definite profile of early walkers, they tend to be high-need babies who early on left the lap stage and squirmed out of infant seats. Body type may also affect the age of walking. Lean babies tend to walk earlier. Early and impulsive walkers are often more accident-prone than their more cautious walking mates."</blockquote>Wow, Dr. Sears, I had no idea you knew my Little Bub personally! This fits my child to a T. Although, not walking alone, he has walked along furniture for a month now and occasionally he will let go. This is my 7.5 month old child we are talking about here. Thank goodness for that big ol' cloth diapered booty. He pulls himself up on furniture and grabs for anything in site. If CPS were to show up at my door this afternoon they would likely take my child. He has bruises head to toe from crawling, climbing, and falling on these hard wood and tile floors. His snuggling days are a thing of the past. It is way more fun to get down and crawl, I mean race across the floor to explore the next dangerous thing or activity in site. When it comes to making dinner, however, that is when he wants to be held. I have a variety of slings and carriers that he likes to be in while we <span style="font-style: italic;">carefully</span> prepare meals. And, at times he will sit in the high chair and eat and entertain himself while I cook.<br /><br />Hoping you are all enjoying your relaxing snow days and getting refreshed for spring. God apparently knew that a few of us *ahem* needed some down time.<br /><br />Love and happies from us to you!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-54691600087332659062011-01-14T20:44:00.001-08:002011-01-14T21:13:08.553-08:00my baby isn't a baby anymoreIt is 10:45pm. Daddy and LB are snuggled in bed. My house look like a storm blew in from the north, but I don't care because this is the only time I have had to myself all day. The dishes from dinner are a foot high in the sink and there are three loads of laundry piled on the couch that can wait until.....well, I really don't know when.<br /><br />You see, these days I spend most of my time catching my child and protecting him from hitting his head one too many times on the tile floor. We have a nearly seven month old going on three year old. He is a teething, crawling, climbing, talking, crazy little guy and at the end of the day we are both exhausted. Then, we get up and do it all over again. LB has eight teeth and still exclusively breastfeeds. I have tried to feed him bananas, rice cereal, butternut squash, pears, apples, and sweet potatoes. Let's just say he is less than enthused about solids. Every time I warm up a frozen cube of organic, homemade food made with love by my own two hands, he seems to care less. Two bites and he is finished. I have decided not to waste our time with that right now. No need to force feed him at this point. He is perfectly happy with mommy's milk every 2-3 hours.<br /><br />Last week he learned how to go from army crawling to full on hands and knees racing. Then the next day he dared to try and pull up, then the next day he decided to walk along the couch, and the day after that he thought he could let go of whatever he had pulled himself up on. That is where the crashing comes into play. We had to have a heart to heart that six and a half months old aren't ready for that stuff yet. He wants to walk so badly, but he can't balance and his legs aren't quite that sturdy yet.<br /><br />I love kisses. Slobbery, wet kisses. Sometimes I think I go a little overboard with kissing LB. What is a mommy to do with such a sweet angel though. Kisses, kisses, kisses. LB has learned to kiss too. He will grab my face and pull it and give me a big, slobbery, messy, wet kiss on my face anywhere he can plant it and I absolutely feel like the best mommy in the world when he does this. Love is in this house no doubt. I am glad my child knows this one thing for sure.<br /><br />Sometimes I read facebook posts of moms who have more than one kid and think to myself "ya, right, like they really have time to do all that". I mean, really, I maybe and I mean maybe have time to unload the silverware from the dishwasher before he has scurried over to "help" me. I try not to be "that mom" who freaks out about everywhere he goes, everything he is getting into. But, I would be lying if I said that corners of dishwashers and drawers with plastic wrap in them don't worry me a tad bit. Usually I let him roam all over. I have put the poisonous plants and breakable dishes out of reach. But, when he pulls up on things he sometimes loses grip and slams his face into the couch, cabinet, desk...you name it. Most of the time he comes out unscathed. I have perfected the quick mommy reflexes to catch most of his falls.<br /><br />But, I love motherhood and wouldn't change it for anything. The good things far outweigh the exhaustion and overwhelming days that come with the package. He is ALL boy and I love everything about him!<br /><br />By now, I was hoping to have my website up. I am selling slings and really wanting to start advertising my services online and get that all going. But, after a conference call with my web guys last weekend, it looks like we are reworking quite a bit of things so it will still be a while before I share my site with the world. It's going to be great when it is all finished though.<br /><br />Looks like all the time I am going to get for myself today before I head to bed myself *yawn*.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-65077850956279606022010-12-21T19:24:00.000-08:002010-12-21T20:05:01.597-08:00believeDo you believe? A few days ago we were at my in-laws and they have a decorative sign on the wall that says believe. I looked at it really closely and this is what I saw...b<span style="font-weight: bold;">ELI</span>eve. Wow. So many emotions come with thinking about this. My little Eli was definitely prayed for a lot and I believed and trusted that God would send us a perfect little angel. I could not have asked for a more precious baby. We are so blessed.<br /><br />I enjoy motherhood. And that is just what it is. Motherhood. My child is active, curious, and very bright if I may say so myself. He keeps me on my toes. It is a 24/7 commitment and I love every moment. When we go on walks, I load his wagon or stroller with toys, but he would rather people watch and observe what is going on all around us. It never ceases to amaze me how curious he has become.<br /><br />Here is a brief synopsis of my new every day sayings:<br />"No."<br />"Nope, little punkin, that is dangerous."<br />"No, that is Mommy's."<br />"Don't get too close to the edge, you will fall."<br />"If you climb on that, you could get hurt."<br />"That is going to poke your eye out."<br />"Oh, yucky, we don't put that in our mouth."<br />"No, sweetie, that is Daddy's."<br />"No, those are for Christmas."<br />"No."<br />"No."<br />"No."<br /><br />In short, we are learning the word "<span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span>". Sometimes "no" is a funny word to him. I try and make it as non-humorous as possible so he understand no is associated with danger. Eye contact is key.<br /><br />My next post will be a recap of the year. Overall it has been a wonderful and blessed year. But, we have had some sorrow as well. After Eli was born was one of the most difficult times we have experienced. We were dealing with the adjustment of a new baby, my physical, emotional, and hormonal recovery, and the job search for Scott. I can't listen to a particular musical toy of Eli's that we used to play at night when he was first born. It brings me to tears. It is interesting how little things can make bring about such strong emotions. It is hard to have memories like that because it was just a joyous time in our lives as well as such a difficult one too. I am so thankful to be past that <span style="font-style: italic;">difficult</span> season of our lives.<br /><br />This Christmas is our first as a family of three and the first Christmas that we are not completely stressed about how we will be able to enjoy gift giving without braking the bank. And, we have already started creating Christmas traditions. One of them we stole from an old Holthus family tradition of cruising around in pjs and looking at Christmas lights. One that created two years ago was going to Christmas Eve service and then out to dinner. This year we are adding more traditions now that we have a wee one. We are looking forward to Christmas morning. I am sure that it won't take long for Eli to figure out that ripping paper is AWESOME!<br /><br />I hear stirring. Back to motherhood.<br /><br />Love and Christmas Blessing to you and your family!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-91678418774082167072010-12-15T20:24:00.000-08:002010-12-15T20:36:32.507-08:00life lesson on peeEli is a big ball of energy these days. If he sees something shiny, fuzzy...you name it, he is after it. The more dangerous the object the more "fun" it must be! He put nail clippers in his mouth today. First of all, gross, second of all where was I when he got a hold of these. Right next to him is my answer. Nothing is safe. He has figured out how to scoot fast. I can barely keep up with him anymore.<br /><br />His new thing is to roll around naked and free on the 1000 thread count sheets, pick up things with his mouth, and growl. Then he pees. I call him Eli the doggie. At this moment, I wish I was in bed. But the sheets are yet again in the wash. I obviously haven't learned my lesson...until now anyway.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-10256368653315022472010-12-08T06:10:00.000-08:002010-12-08T06:53:39.955-08:00Home "Eco"-nomicsIf I remember correctly, my 7th grade class was the last class in middle school to have home ec classes. Those classes taught basic sewing and cooking skills. They were replaced with technology class. Although, obviously much needed in our ever changing techo world, it seems that sewing, some cooking skills, and other aspects of home care have become a lost art. Back in the day, sewing used to be cheaper than buying your own clothes and fast food wasn't conveniently handed to you out of a drive thru in less than 14 seconds. Needless to say we just don't see people knowing how to care for their home and health anymore.<br /><br />As we move into and era of more earth conscious, eco-friendly awareness, I have decided to restore home ec classes, teaching "Home 'ECO'-nomics" and combining many important life skills with an eco flair.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Home-ECO-nomics/182920541722309"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJDLgx8mqEagi_lchK7KFiK6uB6YkdYt70pZlnTZapmoEwKI_UJCD3tm-AdnjdIRtyS8If08bEuri9zlWMbLGq8WHOHwbk1FcnDiKbMpBVskNIh22KRL5cBDUf2oF3LbOl1KAhyphenhyphenwZ8Mk/s320/Home+eco-nomics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548315857456637106" border="0" /></a>Click on picture to link to the facebook page.<br /><br /></div>All through my school years I did 4-H. Around here, I rarely hear of kids in 4-H. I learned many life skills in 4-H. I started sewing at age seven thanks to my mother who sparked my interest. I took cooking and crafting classes too. There were numerous friends of my mother's and women in the community that dedicated their time to teach 4-H classes. I can bake delicious whole wheat bread and other goodies thanks to these women. But, in the end sewing seemed to be my thing. Every summer I would take on a newer, more difficult and daunting project. My mother dedicated a lot of her time and wisdom to helping me learn to sew. The dining room table often became our creative station filled with sewing supplies and tailoring books. By the end of my 4-H career when I graduated high school, I had made several wool tailored outfits including a long double breasted, felted wool coat, a wedding dress and four bridesmaids dresses. Texas is much too warm for a lot of fancy wool outfits so they don't get worn much these days, but some of them still still fit and when I go to Kansas I try them on for grins. I miss my 4-H days.<br /><br />In high school I worked at a fabric store and taught a children's sewing class. And, one summer as a nanny to another 4-H family, I helped those young girls get their projects ready for the fair. Good times.<br /><br />Because I am so grateful that someone took the time to teach me these things, I want to pass these skills to others so they can learn at least the simple techniques of how to sew on a button or fix a hem!<br /><br />Along with the sewing and cooking and in keeping with the eco-friendly theme, I plan to have some classed dedicated to making inexpensive, chemical free home cleaning and self care products that are healthy for your body and your home. I love this. I make my own and feel safe knowing my small baby and my family aren't ingesting harmful toxins that fill the air while cleaning and bathing in harsh chemicals.<br /><br />Yay for Home "Eco"-nomics!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-27714325838040704292010-12-01T15:10:00.000-08:002010-12-01T16:13:19.516-08:00Christmas cheer and baby clothes for saleSometimes I am a bah humbug when it comes to Christmas. I wish I could hire someone to transform my home at Christmas time to a lovely picture from a magazine. I love the holidays. I love Thanksgiving and Christmas and family time. I don't love putting up the decor and taking it down a month later. Thankfully Scott is in full swing to get the decorations out and up this weekend and I am going to happily go along with it for the joy of the season.<br /><br />I have been toiling over what a 6 month old would enjoy for Christmas. My parents got him a wagon which I am totally stoked about. I cannot wait to take Eli for rides around the neighborhood in a little red wagon. Scott and I have agreed to the gift of house projects as presents to one another this Christmas. Thus, the tree will be a bit bare this year. Eli doesn't need a lot of "stuff". He is truly happy to play with the juicer parts and empty oatmeal cartons. I am hoping to evade the plastic toys for my baby as he grows. It makes the earth happier it is better for all of us. We are loving books too and my sister gave him a cute fair trade froggy hat. LOVE THAT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr7I5Zwxr07-jWfljmyNiiZk6hdQKa1O7ZOElAuvtKR_yZIkalUajeRfI9pub5JvZ8OPo-w6DGhQLP32ymORNcQaWnXw-sCeJUOq0ywevH1WoFL2AYBh6gzELoCJjQI-B0Irn-JJPKnU/s1600/frog+hat.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr7I5Zwxr07-jWfljmyNiiZk6hdQKa1O7ZOElAuvtKR_yZIkalUajeRfI9pub5JvZ8OPo-w6DGhQLP32ymORNcQaWnXw-sCeJUOq0ywevH1WoFL2AYBh6gzELoCJjQI-B0Irn-JJPKnU/s320/frog+hat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545861039590078498" border="0" /></a><br />And, in business news....<br /><br />My website is slowly but surely coming along. Should be ready to hit the cyber world on 1/1/11!<br /><br />Here are a few samples for sale so far:<br /><br />The photo is taken of the back the the pants in these photos. The back side has a bottom patch as seen in the photos, the front does not.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbrztw4kZgVjpM2nKNF_9qFOYkLxEXdPS3ytyfSV1DcBbh0VeGD1NuQV_TcmBloXqCRFwl9qNqyrJRKxkhLe0e7Ve_RKNXisAVz12e_HMVvhJPhpqSBkSpPFv_W9AluiuWiZqrb77RsY/s1600/striped+pants.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbrztw4kZgVjpM2nKNF_9qFOYkLxEXdPS3ytyfSV1DcBbh0VeGD1NuQV_TcmBloXqCRFwl9qNqyrJRKxkhLe0e7Ve_RKNXisAVz12e_HMVvhJPhpqSBkSpPFv_W9AluiuWiZqrb77RsY/s320/striped+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545865317376282610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbrztw4kZgVjpM2nKNF_9qFOYkLxEXdPS3ytyfSV1DcBbh0VeGD1NuQV_TcmBloXqCRFwl9qNqyrJRKxkhLe0e7Ve_RKNXisAVz12e_HMVvhJPhpqSBkSpPFv_W9AluiuWiZqrb77RsY/s1600/striped+pants.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Handcrafted Reversible Red and Khaki Striped Woven Cotton Pants - 9 months - $15</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Vgf7g1AJpu5ABLQcZ6Jif3y17XLCCV9OOcNGDcdN9zYsGG_jv4wpSjBDXxzFOlQo-aWw83mEBYDNZM0arjlplKN89taNNi7jop3_zmhcQBLnU-MwxQQkq8DXDDDJVeGXIj2nAa1gAaQ/s1600/green+pants.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Vgf7g1AJpu5ABLQcZ6Jif3y17XLCCV9OOcNGDcdN9zYsGG_jv4wpSjBDXxzFOlQo-aWw83mEBYDNZM0arjlplKN89taNNi7jop3_zmhcQBLnU-MwxQQkq8DXDDDJVeGXIj2nAa1gAaQ/s320/green+pants.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545868661306406402" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbrztw4kZgVjpM2nKNF_9qFOYkLxEXdPS3ytyfSV1DcBbh0VeGD1NuQV_TcmBloXqCRFwl9qNqyrJRKxkhLe0e7Ve_RKNXisAVz12e_HMVvhJPhpqSBkSpPFv_W9AluiuWiZqrb77RsY/s1600/striped+pants.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Handcrafted Reversible Green and Black Woven Corduroy and Canvas Pants - 6 months - $15</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BqO2EQKoCJdxX2SyzX-eDRG8YRnOXiu1tJMj8l-KeCkqevX3Oc7ukJ25fu1rnPIijrOhcYjrnDgB7DvMtS7G3WlerDgd5D1ANHW4dDPz0l5leGXG1J904v7aAe42ZEVxiwuYx7kPXtA/s1600/navy+shoes.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BqO2EQKoCJdxX2SyzX-eDRG8YRnOXiu1tJMj8l-KeCkqevX3Oc7ukJ25fu1rnPIijrOhcYjrnDgB7DvMtS7G3WlerDgd5D1ANHW4dDPz0l5leGXG1J904v7aAe42ZEVxiwuYx7kPXtA/s320/navy+shoes.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545869384064064514" border="0" /></a>Felted Navy Shoes with Green Crosshatching - fits approx. 3-9 months - $20<br /><br />(sorry for the poor quality photos - I am working on that)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am currently taking custom orders for Christmas if you need/want any shoes or pants for boys or girls let me know asap.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">LOVE to you!<br /></div></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-54884837995817249412010-11-14T19:36:00.000-08:002010-11-14T19:54:45.433-08:00fall at our houseWhat a busy month so far! Eli will be 5 months on Wednesday. Yikes! Where did the time go? I hug him and give him kisses every day all day long.<br /><br />The best advice I got during pregnancy was to let the dishes, laundry, and housework come second to taking care of your child, because the moments are fleeting. Well, whoever gave me permission to do that, thank you! Really. Thank you. I honestly don't care one bit that my house looks like a wreck...ok...maybe one bit, but my Little Bubs comes first during the day. We do all kinds of fun things like read books, sing songs, dance, go on walks, take naps together, swing, sit and play toys....<br /><br />LB has three bottom teeth, he sits, he giggles, he screams with delight, and he says "mommy"..haha, okay so he doesn't say "mommy", but he might as well. Today be pulled himself up on his knees. He is going to be outta here in no time. Guess I better be cleaning and maintaining the floors more often if nothing else. I just can't believe how fast the child is growing up.<br /><br />Lately I have been very grateful that it isn't last year at this time. Although, I was delighted I had just found out the wonderful news of my pregnancy, I was not feeling well at all. Looking back, I don't think I made the most wonderful pregnant woman. But, I sure did get a handsome little feller out to it all.<br /><br />I am busy working on a website/blog that I am hoping to launch by January 1st. My lovely friend Val took some beautiful and amazing pictures for the site and some of our family. Here is a sneak peek...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KeBJ6GEaMLcTf8NV8gOdOF0WYIBAiMHl9jMKE6IHLP5eO8eWVn842_biWWDQqm9uYUNzux4yCtPuKo-FPjupwn6zhYnjMDWMqgG8sQOG5G_dqsbtfWutN8yGdBlzL8ndjv9qB7yxXIc/s1600/peeking+over+shoulder.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KeBJ6GEaMLcTf8NV8gOdOF0WYIBAiMHl9jMKE6IHLP5eO8eWVn842_biWWDQqm9uYUNzux4yCtPuKo-FPjupwn6zhYnjMDWMqgG8sQOG5G_dqsbtfWutN8yGdBlzL8ndjv9qB7yxXIc/s320/peeking+over+shoulder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539617706054814418" border="0" /></a>We are working on our house bit by bit and the next step is to get the foundation repaired. Hopefully that will get taken care of between Thanksgiving and Christmas so we can start doing some other much needed work on our house. First comes first, though....foundation. There is a saying here in Texas. "You have had your foundation worked on or you WILL have your foundation worked on." Our house has already been worked on and needs more.<br /><br />Thank you Mom and Dad for a computer that seems to run at lightening speed compared to our other one. My heart is happy to be able to sit down, check email, and be done in 5 minutes, not one hour. More time for Eli!<br /><br />So there is a quick update. Nothing too exciting, but an update none the less.<br /><br />HUGS!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-20829281215517573832010-11-01T17:36:00.000-07:002010-11-01T18:11:13.494-07:00Chunky Punkin'<div style="text-align: center;">ROLLS!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcsXr3AS4FHCfWx11Pf8SeyEvwp3qL6qQ8nEaSqkcv6BjMZZ6dk2eW-3Yyi-fXRBu-sRk_o5tox1XlOEJ_J6Zn6HYmhJTUJCrMD3pMOqtT3X0NgNybXMHAZbvbTTxDwrfO7JB12BP8VU/s1600/100_3143.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcsXr3AS4FHCfWx11Pf8SeyEvwp3qL6qQ8nEaSqkcv6BjMZZ6dk2eW-3Yyi-fXRBu-sRk_o5tox1XlOEJ_J6Zn6HYmhJTUJCrMD3pMOqtT3X0NgNybXMHAZbvbTTxDwrfO7JB12BP8VU/s320/100_3143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752208092452450" border="0" /></a>Fall Fest<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1AiOcmzZadDpj71raHNv5uODWT6AXlszvWpy_HOVJjjKZwHF_qKpJv6o1YMkaLyHLuT2tTdhA6D4YZDtBzFNopjcrzk8OBsLzcSgP-cesgSVgPuoNgkwsPWW2PhxuyrZdFxsvHL0EcU/s1600/100_3152.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1AiOcmzZadDpj71raHNv5uODWT6AXlszvWpy_HOVJjjKZwHF_qKpJv6o1YMkaLyHLuT2tTdhA6D4YZDtBzFNopjcrzk8OBsLzcSgP-cesgSVgPuoNgkwsPWW2PhxuyrZdFxsvHL0EcU/s320/100_3152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534748220811904594" border="0" /></a>Freezing at Fall Fest<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WNBpjiMroH3se0eZNMTGJY_LW0ib-j_3-4GMnspA87FUU72J9h-CAfAbfCk9Ei7GHv5EJoQo1PjYOnKGQeoHtptfAOipWlx5nwSmIWNe8uubGHoIOQJQ40CtyqAD_BzHJqIhiKpcrpg/s1600/100_3153.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WNBpjiMroH3se0eZNMTGJY_LW0ib-j_3-4GMnspA87FUU72J9h-CAfAbfCk9Ei7GHv5EJoQo1PjYOnKGQeoHtptfAOipWlx5nwSmIWNe8uubGHoIOQJQ40CtyqAD_BzHJqIhiKpcrpg/s320/100_3153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534747446378123874" border="0" /></a>More Rolls!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVGlZQnULdl_nB3kVoynTbkZe3IsF922ua0IroUManAeIwlRUJmv3hfqZS7OqZh5ZD0DQviAyFVyryZ5TplSINkfcEoJWJ_k4eGe25pbBI9fkd-7FPxlfzt0egvZF9YHPvQ60ANVnyVE/s1600/100_3144.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVGlZQnULdl_nB3kVoynTbkZe3IsF922ua0IroUManAeIwlRUJmv3hfqZS7OqZh5ZD0DQviAyFVyryZ5TplSINkfcEoJWJ_k4eGe25pbBI9fkd-7FPxlfzt0egvZF9YHPvQ60ANVnyVE/s320/100_3144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534749781080368722" border="0" /></a><br />Lil' Punkin<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP4LQQfiIpyOqFIZFOHFtHt9mRYxiM7qHLhE2r89SgN7bmIdlAP8MPSqNVrBgGsQoODc433DN2SfgeI3BeCxeh9HoowmaEloKFOWTUevVQLaQF4ELr2GzP1F5eamt4k-19wjBlzvFhgs/s1600/100_3154.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP4LQQfiIpyOqFIZFOHFtHt9mRYxiM7qHLhE2r89SgN7bmIdlAP8MPSqNVrBgGsQoODc433DN2SfgeI3BeCxeh9HoowmaEloKFOWTUevVQLaQF4ELr2GzP1F5eamt4k-19wjBlzvFhgs/s320/100_3154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534746103059306018" border="0" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-29060493258697941862010-10-22T10:00:00.000-07:002010-10-22T10:43:16.549-07:00it's not easy being "weird"Do you ever look back and wonder about things? I had the realization this morning, four months later, that I can hear everything that goes on outside our bedroom wall. Our house is 50 years old and currently the walls are not insulated. Well, LB's room has been insulated since January when we had the pipes fixed and the termite issue taken care of. Scott had to tear out the walls and start over so we decided to start there. But the walls are paper thin everywhere else. I can always hear our neighbors taking the trash to the curb, getting in their car, and even talking to people that come to their door. So, it makes me really hope that on June 16th they weren't convening out in their driveway listening to me labor. I was sitting on a birth ball under the window that looks into their driveway sounding like a cow giving birth. Well, they haven't moved away yet, but then again, we haven't really talked with them a whole lot either. Not that we talked a lot before. We are <span style="font-style: italic;">obviously</span> the weirdest people on the block. As you can remember from the post in March 2009 when I was watching <span style="font-style: italic;">The Business of Being Born</span> and paused it on the most unimaginable horrific birth scene from the 50's to answer the door to our other neighbors at 10:00 at night while Scott was away on a basketball trip. Yes, they were a bit horrified. We haven't spoken to them since either. And, yes, I guess we are a little "weird". That's okay. I would rather be weird and authentic than be mainstream and fake.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Update on Little Bubs:</span><br />He now has two bottom teeth.<br />He has been standing (with assistance) since 2 1/2 months - that boy is so very strong.<br />Favorite Food: Mommy's milk<br />Favorite place to go: Central Market<br />Favorite time of day: Right when he gets up. He is so smiley and giggly (he is that way a lot anyway though, but especially in the mornings)<br />Activities: nature walks, sewing with Mom, singing nursery rhymes, playing in the walker, kissing Mommy and Daddy, helping Mommy around the house<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglACQ6j3Vc2hraxzCD1ZFtHLd7-mhIHKHfiJiWQe0p95TcXPbDSH7pxafRSZSV3XAgWr-cS5aT95L-XtiYVm_TFi2_zBeafTgFTF8owTWLvcu3uvMxb7BFakvEkfS0ka6NOeqykhE6CFw/s1600/100_3135.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglACQ6j3Vc2hraxzCD1ZFtHLd7-mhIHKHfiJiWQe0p95TcXPbDSH7pxafRSZSV3XAgWr-cS5aT95L-XtiYVm_TFi2_zBeafTgFTF8owTWLvcu3uvMxb7BFakvEkfS0ka6NOeqykhE6CFw/s320/100_3135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530906321111329858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdVnMkykamDqPXaAjiAjVReYwnGtNqBYjUQcjwhvDKSNTX_WkGsPPXLsdjheXCQKw_bOti5Bvfpp18DTJeLbbBI84m4OnDIgJ9neuaef_1nxSm1x_Yz9pgvtyL8b__w9c7hubhuxoiqE/s1600/100_3137.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdVnMkykamDqPXaAjiAjVReYwnGtNqBYjUQcjwhvDKSNTX_WkGsPPXLsdjheXCQKw_bOti5Bvfpp18DTJeLbbBI84m4OnDIgJ9neuaef_1nxSm1x_Yz9pgvtyL8b__w9c7hubhuxoiqE/s320/100_3137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530927204950156706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Update on US:</span><br />Scott is still loving his new job and had a good eval on Monday.<br />I am working 2 days a week and currently working on getting a website together. I have lots of thoughts and ideas and an anxiously awaiting for this.<br /><br />There is a squirmy wormy in my lap so I must sign off for now.<br /><br />LOVE!</a></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-92006462444104826042010-10-20T18:12:00.000-07:002010-10-20T19:32:31.659-07:00watch him grow<div style="text-align: center;">Newborn<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzBHcf5wN9AXHw678STjVPZNjoLaAhw58WerB0qGkFItGlLw2kinIGCOMGipDVskTVlo0bs4UpZYvXuAPPufGuEwP6AJpWiHQJxBwfoZoLU3rcHBL7tcE3v095LbzUxQzUNzfZkGehos/s1600/100_2639.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzBHcf5wN9AXHw678STjVPZNjoLaAhw58WerB0qGkFItGlLw2kinIGCOMGipDVskTVlo0bs4UpZYvXuAPPufGuEwP6AJpWiHQJxBwfoZoLU3rcHBL7tcE3v095LbzUxQzUNzfZkGehos/s320/100_2639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530316119780165138" border="0" /></a>One Month<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5B3xf2WTIODgb5wgbiMIP37FH1JpgNM3MQncH1Dl23m4gD0RsZgYp7IPewj5I7-qcltRubcGXK02W-_558GMwWM8HfhxZbnkjf2A2JIRmS5qvFEjoEnyWREwjGSQF07iziVLQVNaV7To/s1600/100_2755.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5B3xf2WTIODgb5wgbiMIP37FH1JpgNM3MQncH1Dl23m4gD0RsZgYp7IPewj5I7-qcltRubcGXK02W-_558GMwWM8HfhxZbnkjf2A2JIRmS5qvFEjoEnyWREwjGSQF07iziVLQVNaV7To/s320/100_2755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530307348082514146" border="0" /></a>Two Months<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKOGGWIxRFAP3sEoLWQDdKLeubJWD3N0YHWrWebbUR4KGkTjMmcd_AJZsqaXXAprnZT6M1VQcf_9EumpEsk10Op4PUMNnfdWKCXJUcmaSUAqqE2BZ3bDm2FyjOUEni-35tV6rb7aDEQs/s1600/100_2899.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKOGGWIxRFAP3sEoLWQDdKLeubJWD3N0YHWrWebbUR4KGkTjMmcd_AJZsqaXXAprnZT6M1VQcf_9EumpEsk10Op4PUMNnfdWKCXJUcmaSUAqqE2BZ3bDm2FyjOUEni-35tV6rb7aDEQs/s320/100_2899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530304858642560226" border="0" /></a>Three Months<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnL_wfZQpM6vqnTsuvfQd-zen-Y9r9_hhVCqzr2HyVaF8ciOlPu5aOd5h-l4nM-0_HX4bYKQBGhcYOmnI9B2ZLSgThM-TpMVRXafZ4yC5NDH5uSvnSTNRf-2bqqLBC6Lk32NFibnvNI0/s1600/100_2988.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnL_wfZQpM6vqnTsuvfQd-zen-Y9r9_hhVCqzr2HyVaF8ciOlPu5aOd5h-l4nM-0_HX4bYKQBGhcYOmnI9B2ZLSgThM-TpMVRXafZ4yC5NDH5uSvnSTNRf-2bqqLBC6Lk32NFibnvNI0/s320/100_2988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530303619208375778" border="0" /></a>Four Months<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9ohknFuBiOPTyW8uam16mMLJ7xQ7tndpbj_QOA6EQsx3q4yD4cIhfx3BVvzBNMcurvYFwHvlt1cFoRAP8x-7u45U_9U58BfvA9dWlP4YENp0hwHzT7F5AZP6ruyeiGI5cwhpcchqTiM/s1600/100_3131.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9ohknFuBiOPTyW8uam16mMLJ7xQ7tndpbj_QOA6EQsx3q4yD4cIhfx3BVvzBNMcurvYFwHvlt1cFoRAP8x-7u45U_9U58BfvA9dWlP4YENp0hwHzT7F5AZP6ruyeiGI5cwhpcchqTiM/s320/100_3131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530302171830878546" border="0" /></a>He has popped the two bottom teeth since last week and on his four month b-day last Sunday he weighed in at 2o pounds. He is growing so big and so fast. We are having a bit of an issue with sleep. He is perfectly happy with sleeping for one to two hours a day (with me of course) which means Mommy doesn't get a lot done. Maybe some babies don't need as much sleep as others. He makes up for it by sleeping about 13 hours at night. I have chalked it up to being the phase we are at in life. I will never get this time with him again.<br /><br />He is such a happy little fella. At the grocery store today we got several comments on what a good baby he is and how happy he looks. I think he is as big of a fan of Central Market as Mommy. :)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-7945942310274194842010-10-16T17:22:00.000-07:002010-10-16T17:38:49.989-07:00amongst the pumpkinsWe have been fall festival-ing and pumpkin patch-ing. We love fall around our house. It means cooler weather and fun family activities!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagglSjzMn0INC2chD-sZ14Tak1HDmWuOdOnec0n2JxgYsmDQSa5m2pbMBi7o_FHNGuEQ_KOlDQW6Tek-OdWcgtAq4llT_y5F-nV7CsuBPLLhXDZYy7jcXZqYmkOnUtHSUwbUn8EZJjC0/s1600/100_3099.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagglSjzMn0INC2chD-sZ14Tak1HDmWuOdOnec0n2JxgYsmDQSa5m2pbMBi7o_FHNGuEQ_KOlDQW6Tek-OdWcgtAq4llT_y5F-nV7CsuBPLLhXDZYy7jcXZqYmkOnUtHSUwbUn8EZJjC0/s320/100_3099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528806381318628098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnWm8Fgxbl2Uoz4i1i5xvCuZdpuIIaPxnEzyXykXJ2d4RvH6EiOaLy7ZEpikD9xHorB2eQpcUU0efDmDamtMKmyyeg2ujmddjGb4yjcG4wl54WFiX46scERNaQcpUzHUhbyQ_Zgd3bNY/s1600/100_3100.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_Lcv0_A4swzMIj6ZeH76KWDsQ1KsOiobyjaihFoOANtWST0UcpINfB-3VIEYd0jooDpBqRae-rtDe7GnzDqv4SKrcG8X40yZxjC3e9Xr5qAuVu8VTDAaEDLbpZ1uIncNIqoAt-WISJc/s320/100_3111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528804413140040130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilA8_PLQXnlCnHjC-n-AIEIicjoVgTpsF6yXtynXUxz9peOR_1eloJheHi_fP2ubitFNeSazi8uEQHhxxipq8nBDKoq12pvwJuuQ9Cu-9V2eRLXfD27GdhINItrwqOJSbNg7GhVjn9o7s/s1600/100_3122.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilA8_PLQXnlCnHjC-n-AIEIicjoVgTpsF6yXtynXUxz9peOR_1eloJheHi_fP2ubitFNeSazi8uEQHhxxipq8nBDKoq12pvwJuuQ9Cu-9V2eRLXfD27GdhINItrwqOJSbNg7GhVjn9o7s/s320/100_3122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528803968493470450" border="0" /></a>I know that johnny jump ups aren't intended for 4 month olds and aren't great for their developing hips, but the child literally jumps in my lap. He has strong legs and wants to constantly be standing. Today I put him in the jumper to expend some of that energy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4N0jNQON0dwkpYlLWVeQVNyvwXpLg7cZ-CjmszCRjHp_dY-DvShCwi_6HsdUY-HL-GKIrEGw96O7vnfBoSg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-76654745506765860912010-10-14T08:25:00.000-07:002010-10-14T09:11:57.394-07:00outta sight, outta mindI got a new phone a week and a half ago. It has a lot of cool features including the Internet. Thus, I am not sitting down at the computer any more and haven't thought about writing a blog in a very long time.<br /><br />There are many changes and happenings going on in our neck of the woods and that has a lot to do with my lack of blogging as well.<br /><br />At the moment, I am holding my teething, YES TEETHING!, baby in my lap. He seems to be taking this all in stride. I am convinced he has a very high tolerance to pain considering I have dropped my phone and a book on his head and it didn't phase him one bit. He wants everything in his mouth and he is drooling all over the place. But, that just makes for some really wet, slobbery kisses.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPzWAhBN7rVIdkzfZpt-oyaVFVRg8i-O7K7VEM0c-7tWqy7yKQ-unAL02PWlpzjMYNh_amk5X03x8V954wUUVa5YM7snV31sekC8eLTi_-zw4ex6la9YFMx7X2WAkYOQcKhyyRsg6fr0/s1600/100_3055.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPzWAhBN7rVIdkzfZpt-oyaVFVRg8i-O7K7VEM0c-7tWqy7yKQ-unAL02PWlpzjMYNh_amk5X03x8V954wUUVa5YM7snV31sekC8eLTi_-zw4ex6la9YFMx7X2WAkYOQcKhyyRsg6fr0/s1600/100_3055.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPzWAhBN7rVIdkzfZpt-oyaVFVRg8i-O7K7VEM0c-7tWqy7yKQ-unAL02PWlpzjMYNh_amk5X03x8V954wUUVa5YM7snV31sekC8eLTi_-zw4ex6la9YFMx7X2WAkYOQcKhyyRsg6fr0/s320/100_3055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527929936141834946" border="0" /></a>Currently, I am working to get a new website and blog going for my business. Lately I have been feeling a bit out of sorts. My mind is going in a million different directions from the moment I wake up until I pass out at night. I have a lot of ideas and limited time to get them going. I guess that is what happens when life drops a baby off. LB is getting all my attention these days. We have been taking strolls, going on play dates, and just enjoying the company of each other during the day. We like to sing, read books, takes naps together, and go on walks when we are alone. My house gets close to zero attention and that is ok. I am enjoying every second of mommyhood!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVT12ltQ7gLG_3GLo1vtFMybFjg9fAvFwpVx73HL0V2N6e4dIuztbXSq3eiQd6CTytiFssh2Sv2ZLZOIZODhS68dvPxNw2qcvf1WzalkR1awgwyFkN6LsspoHoqVsyt7KGyOdeyCGPzc/s1600/100_3064.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVT12ltQ7gLG_3GLo1vtFMybFjg9fAvFwpVx73HL0V2N6e4dIuztbXSq3eiQd6CTytiFssh2Sv2ZLZOIZODhS68dvPxNw2qcvf1WzalkR1awgwyFkN6LsspoHoqVsyt7KGyOdeyCGPzc/s320/100_3064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527927335162358354" border="0" /></a>In September the Tarrant County Birth Network hosted BOLD. My poor husband and baby got neglected for a couple of weeks during this time. To be able to spend time with him, I had to wear him. He sure is a good helper. (FYI- this is NOT the correct way to wear your baby, I know a better way now)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVsJ2b-IJCVkFBrqNVE4f_x-sbVfcT_b9o2IEOzeNr0iKLn3WPcNJ3EFgXpPzhCjRzXF7uN7kyPeOjULgGAbBgkxY5Dez_MpBkTOHxoOIe4FFKyYNQui9m7FDNFPTLurnrc8Kmrz9bLo/s1600/100_3075.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVsJ2b-IJCVkFBrqNVE4f_x-sbVfcT_b9o2IEOzeNr0iKLn3WPcNJ3EFgXpPzhCjRzXF7uN7kyPeOjULgGAbBgkxY5Dez_MpBkTOHxoOIe4FFKyYNQui9m7FDNFPTLurnrc8Kmrz9bLo/s320/100_3075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527929270748479266" border="0" /></a>Getting a diaphragm adjustment from Rachel so he can stop spitting up so much. I am not a fan of smelling like vomit all day long.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoz4xE2vELafFCTvckoqPYEmr35TgLrOmkk8g-7LqEm4epV_A8hDdmjcTlHa5bLwy66uzNO5wt2_YpK4znu90C6WboquDL-bZ-qcuIr5DeJMIJL_NgccudQXAEEpDfwbb-gpadDrPo5E/s1600/100_3067.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoz4xE2vELafFCTvckoqPYEmr35TgLrOmkk8g-7LqEm4epV_A8hDdmjcTlHa5bLwy66uzNO5wt2_YpK4znu90C6WboquDL-bZ-qcuIr5DeJMIJL_NgccudQXAEEpDfwbb-gpadDrPo5E/s320/100_3067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527928432535385554" border="0" /></a>Saturday afternoon football and nap time for my guys.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pzfqV73ZGfYEYOpHCxC8CRMt7FVZNQvTS_ZbvSHv5XKC6h9OX25r96igTNUS0c7Ni5tNweK0T7sMp2cUok4pMUtW3MM9ai3Gk6kxgKHzfqC_j6GLtF0uT3Vt5AXuoC6JEncg8GB1YW4/s1600/100_3071.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pzfqV73ZGfYEYOpHCxC8CRMt7FVZNQvTS_ZbvSHv5XKC6h9OX25r96igTNUS0c7Ni5tNweK0T7sMp2cUok4pMUtW3MM9ai3Gk6kxgKHzfqC_j6GLtF0uT3Vt5AXuoC6JEncg8GB1YW4/s320/100_3071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527928014549747010" border="0" /></a>Sunday afternoon helping Daddy out in the yard. Daddy is digging up a tree that was planted too close to the house and causing foundation issues.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCwHSbaZVXLsnzXlpwEE-jbKtFeoKTqMJ9CES8hhqIz31rMHPNBlAxg3t5Tuj3cK5W9mrlg_e_LvGhc8O4jbud8hx3myd3ShJiuH-vdd5J0Q70efUcl0ZH1buETJl0UhziwtVAgUkBt4/s1600/100_3072.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCwHSbaZVXLsnzXlpwEE-jbKtFeoKTqMJ9CES8hhqIz31rMHPNBlAxg3t5Tuj3cK5W9mrlg_e_LvGhc8O4jbud8hx3myd3ShJiuH-vdd5J0Q70efUcl0ZH1buETJl0UhziwtVAgUkBt4/s320/100_3072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527928800699246578" border="0" /></a>Our visit to Starbucks one afternoon. We took a walk on a beautiful sunny day. And, I guess you can see what his favorite toy is.....Mr. Ducky.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzHt9_p4ovhf-4c39VDwM23V4V2Bh03--jGjnCrCIZwWqtBozjC71Kc-RNWE5qnUitCrZfrooddngiffcqemw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-26708119956137744272010-09-16T17:30:00.000-07:002010-09-16T17:42:10.025-07:00sleepy timeThis week I feel like a no good mommy. I have been so consumed with the upcoming birth network event, <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.boldfortworth.org/">BOLD</a>, that poor LB has had to kind of fend for himself these days. He sleeps when and wherever he can when he gets bored of watching Mommy work.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uLc9Em2vZw-V-N3XbVxqY23dlaVW8MYAI7J5aRZXeMQrw_-MYV6tGiobodk1h5r1o_b-FupDc5dcCnvWb_nqJI3o7WfGwU1D8pv-PxMoQIu7gmBNm128QORIFFF2E9qZepvtoypt0bU/s1600/100_3050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uLc9Em2vZw-V-N3XbVxqY23dlaVW8MYAI7J5aRZXeMQrw_-MYV6tGiobodk1h5r1o_b-FupDc5dcCnvWb_nqJI3o7WfGwU1D8pv-PxMoQIu7gmBNm128QORIFFF2E9qZepvtoypt0bU/s320/100_3050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517674236837623218" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKmxIUt8gkDXuQeCT431ED1c_awbzXYDSgnLa0X04Uvpct2RXUbG5X9gphuAE3BBKNeQ3_Xres3ACoHl6DnuvZ86_rp0q-GA1V5vqCPIfM_WK2-uD5otUbEPlE7Do64vsYhcDHiA-BkY/s1600/100_3048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKmxIUt8gkDXuQeCT431ED1c_awbzXYDSgnLa0X04Uvpct2RXUbG5X9gphuAE3BBKNeQ3_Xres3ACoHl6DnuvZ86_rp0q-GA1V5vqCPIfM_WK2-uD5otUbEPlE7Do64vsYhcDHiA-BkY/s320/100_3048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517675668393993442" border="0" /></a>Then, when it is cuddle time, he holds on for dear life. I love snuggles with my Little Bubs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjA3UWG-C8Wz85vWPPu5_tIKAhIfKj28AidAVmNWJ64rYuu9WqJKlbcEoA_eKyqoPpcvzpmso-imdcz1wVNa9N0WmSpv6OZOOGl4CU_6JdcyKnEfzJ0buK5Z3ptw8A7Ab131hDhVF-GQ/s1600/100_3047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjA3UWG-C8Wz85vWPPu5_tIKAhIfKj28AidAVmNWJ64rYuu9WqJKlbcEoA_eKyqoPpcvzpmso-imdcz1wVNa9N0WmSpv6OZOOGl4CU_6JdcyKnEfzJ0buK5Z3ptw8A7Ab131hDhVF-GQ/s320/100_3047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517675055279058066" border="0" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-25840895439154664462010-09-12T19:01:00.000-07:002010-09-12T19:59:42.182-07:00what have we gotten ourselves into?When you come from a sports playing and watching family, this is what a Sunday afternoon pose looks like watching football with Papaw. I know, I know, he isn't supposed to be watching t.v. let alone be glued to the screen. But, the fascination of a bigger than life big screen was just too much for Little Bubs to pass up. He was more than intrigued. He will strain his neck to look backwards, forwards, and upside down when it comes to watching t.v. so we try and keep watching to a minimum around here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQmSqzMeV0aaBo7NXxwi0AhJF6IbutKkRqopPx8NlcE8IFdASpcS1SbY5DwGysF256Ce5oPU71VUWXMNP7ATI2jLHTMePPhECREtJx5-78X3yvh9ZFKTaKROikNrS88vXLGt4xwmfgTg/s1600/100_3037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQmSqzMeV0aaBo7NXxwi0AhJF6IbutKkRqopPx8NlcE8IFdASpcS1SbY5DwGysF256Ce5oPU71VUWXMNP7ATI2jLHTMePPhECREtJx5-78X3yvh9ZFKTaKROikNrS88vXLGt4xwmfgTg/s320/100_3037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516226446886372386" border="0" /></a>"Big" is an understatement these days. I weighed him with me on the scale today and he is topping out at 16 lbs. And, the other night when he was fast asleep, we measured him at 26 1/2 inches long. He has grown 5 inches since birth just three months ago. What are we in for if he keeps growing at this rate? A football or basketball player no doubt. My personal hope is basketball if he picks a sport. Football freaks me out a little bit, especially any position he would play for his build. Anyway, I am not going to tell you what the scale told me. I still have a little work to do to get off these post preggo pounds. Bring on the cooler weather and we will stroll the neighborhood every day. Little Bubs is wanting to stand now that he has found his strength and his legs. We decided to try Johnny Jump Up today. I wasn't sure he would take to it very well, but he seemed to enjoy himself. He knows he is a big boy and he likes when we tell him so. He gets so proud of himself. The Baby Book by Dr. Sears is my go to book. Love that book. It says that at his age babies start to develop a sense of self esteem because they feel proud that they can express their needs and they know they will be met. Daddy still needs to put in the transition piece from the hall to the bedroom under LB's feet.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEIxye2-QJKKM50PP5gLMPwghbjDnBvC1oHQgl50PHA7oxqJZ4MQ_jFAxNCvbP_BHIm2hnLMUyP7OHAQitN99Qv3z8Rv3g7ThjoWwdkHpH8PFXKEeDfg3fZo2ebq75bTwaBi7oULHJMo/s1600/100_3041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEIxye2-QJKKM50PP5gLMPwghbjDnBvC1oHQgl50PHA7oxqJZ4MQ_jFAxNCvbP_BHIm2hnLMUyP7OHAQitN99Qv3z8Rv3g7ThjoWwdkHpH8PFXKEeDfg3fZo2ebq75bTwaBi7oULHJMo/s320/100_3041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516225574675087730" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGnpFWSd8YQoqota5GlrTSBDR6zUmVwuZM8sapwwiYrm5tDIQ7HXJ05hcFXHjW7gx06mfXy2gRbU5Di9PIThP-kMhEvGIrAnPU9hbWNmdu9cYwk11PDtMH87enukJCW10pXkASIbAr0I/s1600/100_3038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGnpFWSd8YQoqota5GlrTSBDR6zUmVwuZM8sapwwiYrm5tDIQ7HXJ05hcFXHjW7gx06mfXy2gRbU5Di9PIThP-kMhEvGIrAnPU9hbWNmdu9cYwk11PDtMH87enukJCW10pXkASIbAr0I/s320/100_3038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516225878166323618" border="0" /></a>Yesterday I worked away from home for the first time since LB got here. I left the hubs with a bottle and instructions on particulars and headed out for a couple of hours. Still trying to figure out the "perfect" bottle situation. Bottles are such a hassle. Honestly, I think that even if I wasn't so much of an advocate for breastfeeding, I would do it just because I am too lazy to clean the mess that comes with making bottles. It is just so easy to nurse and be done with it. But, Daddy has to feed LB when I am gone so a bottle it was. I got home to find them laying on the bed with a towel wrapped around a leaky bottle and LB sucking away. Not sure the leak situation, we will have to work on that. And, since he is getting a bit heavy these days, our desired position for nursing is side lying. He likes it, I like it and it works. But, I have to admit, I got kind of jealous seeing Daddy feeding LB. I treasure our nursing times and love that bond we have. But I know Daddy needs to bond with LB too. We were meeting lunch with a friend, though, and I didn't have time to watch him take a bottle. I scooped him up and latched him on and we were done in five. Along with this undesire (that is a word I am making up) to make a bottle comes my "undesire" to pump. It takes a lot of thinking and planning to pump...well for me anyway. You have to do it right after you nurse to get the rest out. I can't just do it whenever I want or I will make milk at a time I don't need it and that isn't good for me or LB. Currently, I have about three measly ounces of milk in the freezer and three in the fridge. I would have had about five in the freezer, but I thought it would be awesome to dump freshly pumped milk onto the kitchen counter. I rock.<br /><br />Daddy has a weird work schedule. On the weekends he works pizza at night. Fridays are hard on Mommy because Daddy comes home, changes clothes, and leaves again. I am quite worn out from the day by then, especially since LB isn't a great napper. Twenty minutes here and there about four times a day isn't helping Mommy catch up on rest. But, LB will take a great nap if Mommy is cuddled right beside. So, Friday we laid down for a nap at 5:30. I had a headache but woke up at around 8:00. He woke up too so I fed him and he fell back to sleep. Daddy got home at 11:00 and LB was ready to play. This is not a good schedule. Mind you, it isn't our regular schedule, but Friday and Saturday this happened. Midnight is not playtime. But when you go to bed at 5:30 for the night, midnight seems like it could be morning already I guess. No one should be this excited at midnight that is for sure...well unless it is New Year's Eve or something. Definitely not a sleep deprived Mommy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqjJXbbgTh4i_6x-171amdq2RvGUsNKZlSUk07bDirzMTvnDg6TWFvEMkq3kgRGMXMSkUEacjgC4oAurbv3xqBCPPcWB5QCGG9fYYe_r8vOffcjhbbz_WMjPEE2V_hT3B8coe0tn0I9Y/s1600/100_3033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqjJXbbgTh4i_6x-171amdq2RvGUsNKZlSUk07bDirzMTvnDg6TWFvEMkq3kgRGMXMSkUEacjgC4oAurbv3xqBCPPcWB5QCGG9fYYe_r8vOffcjhbbz_WMjPEE2V_hT3B8coe0tn0I9Y/s320/100_3033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516225179438166514" border="0" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-21569446484975834382010-09-10T16:45:00.000-07:002010-09-10T16:48:33.352-07:00free tickets, free ticketsCheck out the ticket giveaway on my blog - <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://belliesinbloom.blogspot.com/">Bellies In Bloom</a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-81656590619270078092010-09-09T13:47:00.000-07:002010-09-09T13:59:45.390-07:00photo shoot<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGw1-ijk7ljAyNfGVwVf0U74rkwmOWli1WDy2nElpTwogoyHOxsjOHiPzY1LpSzj_e505yTgP4SSApq3MinmQCNDRFPSQDSVLBWTVvtJh2lVrTzW7mfsooxlMwlxRYMeFODer0cG327M/s1600/100_2998.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I have a baby laying in my lap chatting away. We called Papa, Uncle Daniel and Aunt Heidi and left messages because Little Bubs had something BIG to say.<br /><br />Do I want to think about making dinner? Not really. So blogging seemed like a good thing to consume my time.<br /><br />I added a bunch of video, mostly for the the family, because, well, I know that I get a little obsessive with taking video and not everyone wants a day to day account of my growing boy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kOhrBuZsi4tu1mlxMpGA86Ag-73x8HPHYJkvOVeD0dAEVlg4Oqq6DRd0fX1pedW1dkpNoqHxLslgrReDGa9Zpta2UIrMzO_meda4KOypN8z-zF56K0_N3_lltK_Nc8tlc4QzoQZauO8/s1600/100_2948.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kOhrBuZsi4tu1mlxMpGA86Ag-73x8HPHYJkvOVeD0dAEVlg4Oqq6DRd0fX1pedW1dkpNoqHxLslgrReDGa9Zpta2UIrMzO_meda4KOypN8z-zF56K0_N3_lltK_Nc8tlc4QzoQZauO8/s320/100_2948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514278517546647010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV5ByniUGHWPrkA3UesGEP6vg9YVLixItaGQp8LAH-RD7en4MERJmy3LMh-gVkZQaGkx_PNR5v_VaKjxbwYnfQe9h0jURCw8_K2SnrN0iIaeyB-TJVxtnW6ipaoA_K-OAVsY3_Yocgf0/s1600/100_2931.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzrA7hzAWiZ2g7ZXxt8cULpYAZtgFUWX60WZvlYNM5nRfN2XsdKD6_New2HMkVgNJq2bvB2gQTyC3nsZvKFPM3a_XbE_ruyJk1R6fS30Ns7QxUnxBevsX5P0vm0oPumkSmZ4Lz0xsKwww/s320/100_2960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514276293792019410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw9u5qhzM7K6RV1kiqdyLwwAcXdUqTbpYdZB-0gsEckC_bOiOznwdmvcD0K5OxaMeqCpBtU6_KXOK13m1Lwbw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwDqEI6OkJ7UiOOVr6K8T-7NeiThEJcfhVK134HtIvbpRCdWpolAqObe_kR-NK4ROGY6jaOJQyrIS-v9Ep7ng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxiusaReU3sDbdyu6ypvzknCYs_N8IXj3uYZ6qyH369o9vAAQjYOqrEzdfljYDJJeN1yJxD9GyNERHKE2F6jg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-4814032860349946192010-09-05T07:49:00.001-07:002010-09-05T07:57:04.826-07:00then and nowI have friends that blog about then and now. It is fun to see kids grow. It seems kinda silly since he is not even three months yet. But, the changes are so great!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THEN</span><br />first week<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw92sDXqdHDKisyOiM6ohO-EvnoH2LJUoqrww30s_S2cPITGwie2EZHyg4MfckIcLgB1YcfZyIZz1474K8ILE3CAc1aPNBO7NRdvvd22TZzKRwcYQ-fgO5hv8v3PXddoo6to34kpGSWO0/s1600/100_2617.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw92sDXqdHDKisyOiM6ohO-EvnoH2LJUoqrww30s_S2cPITGwie2EZHyg4MfckIcLgB1YcfZyIZz1474K8ILE3CAc1aPNBO7NRdvvd22TZzKRwcYQ-fgO5hv8v3PXddoo6to34kpGSWO0/s320/100_2617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513442893452183170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOW</span><br />2 1/2 months<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVeojRq90rHSuqbHlIRWo1_ArsTzxYXL5eOPGHvtRUmA-jPYSLbAO1XpTbNOAIS-Eslc5z2HJiWVLkLXT2cY4MSR18Y3dv2Z50J6P3RTUTfVbOcbksoDna42MqI7CzoSxPdWBEComuGTk/s1600/100_2908.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVeojRq90rHSuqbHlIRWo1_ArsTzxYXL5eOPGHvtRUmA-jPYSLbAO1XpTbNOAIS-Eslc5z2HJiWVLkLXT2cY4MSR18Y3dv2Z50J6P3RTUTfVbOcbksoDna42MqI7CzoSxPdWBEComuGTk/s320/100_2908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513442668215199106" border="0" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-15780496803201386142010-08-31T21:32:00.000-07:002010-08-31T22:00:40.322-07:00cake and icingToday was the icing on the cake of "why mes?"<br /><br />Let me start out with the cake and then I will get to the icing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CAKE.</span><br /><br />Why did I lose my first baby and a fallopian tube?<br /><br />Why did I have to bleed in the first trimester of pregnancy and have to get shots of progesterone and progesterone suppositories?<br /><br />Why did I get PUPPPs when only 1% of pregnant women get it?<br /><br />Why do I have a sacralization in my spine that made my labor and birth so difficult?<br /><br />Why did I get a third degree tear?<br /><br />Why was my baby born with a two vessel cord?<br /><br />Why did I get a hematoma on my perineum that I am just now getting over 10 and a half weeks later?<br /><br />And the <span style="font-weight: bold;">ICING</span>....<br /><br />Why, when I am exclusively breastfeeding on demand, do I have my period already!!!!???? One month after he was born I started (something), then 28 days later...again. Today was my very first pap smear. Sorry if this is TMI....but I actually took a look at my cervix and low and behold...there was fertile cervical fluid. Thank goodness I am very familiar with natural family planning because if not, I just might have wound up with another baby next year. The thought totally freaks me out.<br /><br />So there you have it.<br /><br />What is a girl to do?<br /><br />Apparently I need to know a lot of things to become the person I am supposed to be. I guess God knew that I could handle all this stuff and that those who are going through it just might find their way to me. I am not an expert by any means, but I am a mom who has gone through a lot of things just so I can see this cute little face every day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelKVwxIJ4uIEJZ-AOxPIiyzRfotWxyHVhuTwo7VkxvzIr1SQIXRQR7fSL-qpQY-a7IBU6OZMFttQf8FzqshijOJHiXPDKUahqMg14t_JkDnIp0JwDM9kAu8nH-D0IhIluoWcvShSsRfc/s1600/100_2923.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelKVwxIJ4uIEJZ-AOxPIiyzRfotWxyHVhuTwo7VkxvzIr1SQIXRQR7fSL-qpQY-a7IBU6OZMFttQf8FzqshijOJHiXPDKUahqMg14t_JkDnIp0JwDM9kAu8nH-D0IhIluoWcvShSsRfc/s320/100_2923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511804916636265090" border="0" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-46342053632623708762010-08-29T16:58:00.001-07:002010-08-29T17:49:36.054-07:00hungry and broke<div style="text-align: left;">Not us, thankfully.<br /></div><br />Ironically, on the way home from the grocery store where I had just finished buying groceries that we could finally afford, I passed a guy standing on the corner holding a sign that read "hungry and broke." It got me thinking, how does someone get to such a desperate point to where they feel they have no other option but to stand on the street corner and beg? I wonder why they are spending their time begging rather than looking for a job? Are they ineligible for a job? Have they been in jail? Can they not keep a job? Who knows? But, I thought about giving this guy some food out of the grocery bag sitting on the seat next to me, but I was in the middle lane and decided not to yell across the busy street to give him food. I don't give beggars money because I saw an interesting thing once, but food or water I don't mind sharing.<br /><br />That interesting thing I saw was this.<br /><br />I had been downtown trying to meet some friends at the train station to head out for an evening in Dallas a couple of years ago. I got a bit lost so I stopped in a gas station to ask for directions. There was a lady in there buying beer. About a week later Scott and I went downtown to an art show and I saw the same lady holding a sign asking for money. So, that is why I don't trust beggars anymore. One lady ruined it for them all. It just makes me sad though. I am so thankful to know that if we were ever starting to get to that point, we have family that would graciously help us out. So that was that.<br /><br />The weekends go by way too fast. We went from seeing Daddy all day every day to him working 50+ hours a week. Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful. We are paying off so many things. But, we miss Daddy when he works his pizza delivery job in the evenings. Saturday morning we went to breakfast for my birthday and then we went to a birth fair. I had to represent the Tarrant Co. Birth Network for two hours at our booth. When we got home we all crashed out. Little Bubs slept from 4:30pm to 7:30am (with three feeding in between of course). I think we are on the same path today. He has been sleeping since 3:30 this afternoon. It is currently 7:30pm. I think he must be going through a growth spurt because he doesn't usually sleep like this. But, I am not a rigid scheduler and feel that if he needs this sleep then he should have it. I am not about to wake him. I was a bit worried that last night he wouldn't sleep through the night, but he did. I am hoping he will sleep tonight too.<br /><br />Little Bubs was dedicated at church today. And, being the amazing mother that I am, I hope this will forever be captured in our memory since I forgot the camera. He sure looked cute in his "little" (6-9 month) overall outfit. He was such a good boy and so well behaved too. I think every mother who takes her child to the front of the church on a Sunday dreads an outburst. But that, thankfully, did not happen to us. I hope and pray God will give us the strength and wisdom to be good parents and raise him to be a good young man. When I look at him my heart swells. He chose us to be his parents and I feel a lot of responsibility to care for and raise him well.<br /><br />Inquiring minds want to know....who do you think he looks like? When we look at him we see a blend of both of us. What do you think?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1CdXXHU4S7dZ5nNZjsMArZhNN7k6WdFYrPbzrKLoMQjJv4z7o9AQoe7wjaCrR6SxxuG-ZTuk6-QOSkSwM_FA9Qd0iIvinzmwIwPaTdWPn-NkuLIligS_Z_ZChfEWMGhMQjP9bizYMDc/s1600/100_2927.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1CdXXHU4S7dZ5nNZjsMArZhNN7k6WdFYrPbzrKLoMQjJv4z7o9AQoe7wjaCrR6SxxuG-ZTuk6-QOSkSwM_FA9Qd0iIvinzmwIwPaTdWPn-NkuLIligS_Z_ZChfEWMGhMQjP9bizYMDc/s320/100_2927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510995318906764050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdKXQzTCniX1eVWYHRGZbtCh1d1w7KzY1-M8d1ByC3G3TUx3IBY05A7XZAm_k7xT4s55pzRxD_to3LPJpOzvncGVUgBBuYTE8gAN9ltEi7JcV27TUIMs_4OIGXDpYccTrz1lOYptl1eA/s1600/100_2930.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdKXQzTCniX1eVWYHRGZbtCh1d1w7KzY1-M8d1ByC3G3TUx3IBY05A7XZAm_k7xT4s55pzRxD_to3LPJpOzvncGVUgBBuYTE8gAN9ltEi7JcV27TUIMs_4OIGXDpYccTrz1lOYptl1eA/s320/100_2930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510995043988465730" border="0" /></a>And, yes another video of baby babble. He has been talking so much lately and I love to capture it on camera. Mostly for the family who can't be here to watch him grow but also for us as I know that he will be all grown up before we know it.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx68AUXMD4FWepXBuCNAJfMrhAIbI46PuG8wVXKDNhS44WVOB97ilHjw_OsFDXL1-CmTOSzPlEqHBust-7Ybg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-72439203286707124562010-08-27T19:03:00.000-07:002010-08-27T19:33:20.962-07:00a 30 year old mommySo, what does a mommy do on her 30th birthday? Go to the fabric store. But, I am reminded that, yes, I am a mommy and even on my birthday, my baby still needs me all. day. long. But, just as I was taking my final browse around the store to pick up needles and bobbins, baby started to get the fussies. I knew that waiting until we got home was not an option. I wandered to the back of the store to find a quiet corner to nurse him on the floor. Just as he was finishing up, I looked up to see we had planted ourselves directly underneath the a security camera. Yes, I flashed my boob to the employees at JoAnns....nice. Well, my baby was satisfied with his little snack, so it was all worth it I suppose.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A sound morning sleep. I love to snuggle next to him in the mornings.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxaLI-w6bCyPo-YYfmEgyqgetYK8RVyi4dpjVOXAsyjAFZFY4qdv9iMUTP9NWOrUYRvQPaaQy-v2cBWYiNj48zqlcMtkU8VeR733SDuD9JPxzzELL24W6fCcQn1GI9nDZxmZ_-KiRqUk/s1600/100_2914.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxaLI-w6bCyPo-YYfmEgyqgetYK8RVyi4dpjVOXAsyjAFZFY4qdv9iMUTP9NWOrUYRvQPaaQy-v2cBWYiNj48zqlcMtkU8VeR733SDuD9JPxzzELL24W6fCcQn1GI9nDZxmZ_-KiRqUk/s320/100_2914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510281697230216178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy little guy.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1uLUXMjYFphpJDYKJimK_PPu16OFR7daQ01QW_ZgvZ1IXZPQV4yebyne7i_7M6urU96PtYAlCCnVtC_iCl7ZChLmbwaDMIVqlrj6DtGni9uI6BKTgCTfkGdQlfB2LaMAr0TxrwOk2xg/s1600/100_2918.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1uLUXMjYFphpJDYKJimK_PPu16OFR7daQ01QW_ZgvZ1IXZPQV4yebyne7i_7M6urU96PtYAlCCnVtC_iCl7ZChLmbwaDMIVqlrj6DtGni9uI6BKTgCTfkGdQlfB2LaMAr0TxrwOk2xg/s320/100_2918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510281491555002834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfHlOmSx1jjg5L-K0NKNHWFhitbCgOkmkl-wlT8aKOQrVSkP8WckoOpdTxzCocTHeD9ECgUz_lic2ndgjceveHznQPUh5IWPuK8NmlzG-S8V-_Z6zZNVTq2yIWIsjyJgqghDt-S5p4nQ/s1600/100_2921.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNfHlOmSx1jjg5L-K0NKNHWFhitbCgOkmkl-wlT8aKOQrVSkP8WckoOpdTxzCocTHeD9ECgUz_lic2ndgjceveHznQPUh5IWPuK8NmlzG-S8V-_Z6zZNVTq2yIWIsjyJgqghDt-S5p4nQ/s320/100_2921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510280971657785506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrv3yl3MInwozZaDAPwSXF8ZqPXtAyZv71Zs5CGbiCK-NgkFIpYARhm16-7OaK4ZwKlxbVFvtUa_slORTJvw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkSBa71ezorVMWnY-ZY8bLCXtS9fRV5blIATKqV0IQ0YutHyZEelJZb-iE8nnipB2Tgc_YPSZQPYKD9_xLUQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-60370429514906292182010-08-25T08:58:00.000-07:002010-08-25T09:31:12.352-07:00babies<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>In September I am starting back to work 2 days a week. I am a little apprehensive about the whole situation. I will be working half days and he will stay with my mother-in-law and my husband. I couldn't have asked for better care for him if it can't be me. But, there is still the issue of leaving him. I have spent all day every day with him since he has been born. No one knows him like I do. I have so many mixed feelings about the return. On one hand I am happy and excited to return to my clients and on the other I am just not ready to leave him. He seems so little still.<br /><br />Two weeks ago he weighed nearly 13 lbs. He is getting pretty hefty....not my itty bitty baby anymore. I hold him close every second I can. It won't be long before he won't want to he held tight.<br /><br />We are getting cute smiles and when he sleeps he laughs out loud. My friend said he is remembering where he came from. I'll go with that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZY0842W4Qz-nT2VMIyPtaeQwlyurI7nANLVnYXbzXsdozALLiklOihttLhvPpfGpoKpvurushovMRjXdZs3DgMkWp4GEoqUbXy6-8qjBBKO0vPp5hfBVVlpQt_rCXbFJJyck-uw7IwAg/s1600/100_2901.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZY0842W4Qz-nT2VMIyPtaeQwlyurI7nANLVnYXbzXsdozALLiklOihttLhvPpfGpoKpvurushovMRjXdZs3DgMkWp4GEoqUbXy6-8qjBBKO0vPp5hfBVVlpQt_rCXbFJJyck-uw7IwAg/s320/100_2901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509378844632059426" border="0" /></a>Scott found a poor, hot baby squirrel when he was watering the flowers the other night. It was still there the next morning, but by the afternoon it was gone. I hope it made it. It sure was hot out last week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrurFny2wakF7IUmr6xFzeMCag1Sj2rBtFj_qakptfGRul1NEpcKznPFZZmrFDg0XKgclN9ECiRB20i7olOTiroprLiZuxFh_UaHdt62v_mAji2SyA7p8VTBj9Ugng10nidu3V7ni_0ZA/s1600/100_2880.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrurFny2wakF7IUmr6xFzeMCag1Sj2rBtFj_qakptfGRul1NEpcKznPFZZmrFDg0XKgclN9ECiRB20i7olOTiroprLiZuxFh_UaHdt62v_mAji2SyA7p8VTBj9Ugng10nidu3V7ni_0ZA/s320/100_2880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509383111767263554" border="0" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-11600735115938630032010-08-18T17:50:00.000-07:002010-08-18T17:59:27.305-07:00shoes, adjustments, and chats<div style="text-align: center;">I've been a shoe making fool!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuvRI40xkKsoz5SqK_X6RGj9gg9Ed70tjchdClMSeApe1f4IkK4jrpIzsILbZbBHnm6V9hE5b0spNwp5ImPZKkIG08r5W9Au5Ikk80h_Ldtn-GOJJwEofoyD_6Axs0jL5RXkBbSOZqfM/s1600/100_2851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuvRI40xkKsoz5SqK_X6RGj9gg9Ed70tjchdClMSeApe1f4IkK4jrpIzsILbZbBHnm6V9hE5b0spNwp5ImPZKkIG08r5W9Au5Ikk80h_Ldtn-GOJJwEofoyD_6Axs0jL5RXkBbSOZqfM/s320/100_2851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506918200357171922" border="0" /></a>Getting an adjustment. He always sleeps so well after his adjustments from Rachel. We love her!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7a5-PO_yR_IE_caAyhJzxNXBuypBlbfN6HekAFFEfvIpMFA9pAZMXdNBl4tmcv6Ce-QobKvtE9CQJs2smJ_lTUnDT5HPBzPqgkGq_KnLlhj1ugH42GClH7v3m4zaSHsFx5BQMJ0hdio/s1600/100_2876.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7a5-PO_yR_IE_caAyhJzxNXBuypBlbfN6HekAFFEfvIpMFA9pAZMXdNBl4tmcv6Ce-QobKvtE9CQJs2smJ_lTUnDT5HPBzPqgkGq_KnLlhj1ugH42GClH7v3m4zaSHsFx5BQMJ0hdio/s320/100_2876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506917300437470850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3S0meq1rl2oNzm3HziprCGup55MNO9QTLV47RKYRCa8rurrPrp4sJdCgeaHxtDeimcOuAunRwbhd-6aeJoWcgYOMRcRqJG4U5dVpfrlnZCyYTZ_lqKUd_-6S1PH6tTXqzzqUQsde_EU/s1600/100_2878.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3S0meq1rl2oNzm3HziprCGup55MNO9QTLV47RKYRCa8rurrPrp4sJdCgeaHxtDeimcOuAunRwbhd-6aeJoWcgYOMRcRqJG4U5dVpfrlnZCyYTZ_lqKUd_-6S1PH6tTXqzzqUQsde_EU/s320/100_2878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506917611356477314" border="0" /></a>Early morning chats.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dztLX3qCx_qOdiON9tdyCkVF96Y-4ix0QW4khREZA94RVZappPE3epwc1dADscWkJrqpr2JURjZwVQdnlm9bw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690437565635589397.post-71372460588370865632010-08-15T15:41:00.000-07:002010-08-15T16:10:28.752-07:00jealousyMy husband and son have the cutest most wonderful chats with each other and I am jealous. Today was the first day that Little Bubs really started talking to me too. I know he was getting so used to Daddy being around all the time and then we went to Colorado and the day after he and I got back from being gone from Daddy for so long, Daddy started his new job. His eyes get really big and he gets the cutest grins when Daddy comes home from work and they sit and visit.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lost the paci at nap time, but was very excited to find his finger to suck instead. It sufficed.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6piGcwL5XMSvZSXWFkgai8Hev6CkHb3bxH4-yWZRioF1FgJUEwfIj51pWw1qc0dVFVn0VYEFXXU_FUgTywJ5VjFD8XVrqznph17Chsxmvfsnyg0Dqv-voVyAMVaKe-soz_mrOsbbLJb8/s1600/100_2855.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6piGcwL5XMSvZSXWFkgai8Hev6CkHb3bxH4-yWZRioF1FgJUEwfIj51pWw1qc0dVFVn0VYEFXXU_FUgTywJ5VjFD8XVrqznph17Chsxmvfsnyg0Dqv-voVyAMVaKe-soz_mrOsbbLJb8/s320/100_2855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505771730053309938" border="0" /></a>I can make dinner while he sleeps, although it takes me twice the time. But, at least he is happy and content close to Mommy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEu-b66CIe8BJVVWhPuxXlqTpCpxOlojj4LsVks-FwlA_LY3nhJDOxdeeDZqFjVnbyrQtzpLzEAL_4r05Ijyt7ITndoGr-9QFfxXXC8JhSzTIk1MKjjfDUry9JvtyztMZs7vZaOZ1vhQ/s1600/100_2856.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEu-b66CIe8BJVVWhPuxXlqTpCpxOlojj4LsVks-FwlA_LY3nhJDOxdeeDZqFjVnbyrQtzpLzEAL_4r05Ijyt7ITndoGr-9QFfxXXC8JhSzTIk1MKjjfDUry9JvtyztMZs7vZaOZ1vhQ/s320/100_2856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505775784009102818" border="0" /></a>He loves bath time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsH0y1Rc2M0-gG66MyGjNb12fuq9UktievDq7KMWWq-dmQNFNWOKFhdhN87MTt3XswHmN1LV8afyfyLepSFQxjB_xsPoqXovtIgng8vHyKkt5gUcrnQP_o48RnPOVAzJ7dF6M08MU_XM/s1600/100_2868.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsH0y1Rc2M0-gG66MyGjNb12fuq9UktievDq7KMWWq-dmQNFNWOKFhdhN87MTt3XswHmN1LV8afyfyLepSFQxjB_xsPoqXovtIgng8vHyKkt5gUcrnQP_o48RnPOVAzJ7dF6M08MU_XM/s320/100_2868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505776582813311474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnDw64yPAuC-CjXcvGVjT3SF_5UznTVnu-f9GYemf-rY3y0cH8e3OzhFPszkd2eVoyoUgPukgjDd42oHBPOpEVO0hDuQ5Lg6bhn-R8SXVammEtbvOLwxj6NbgYa6uL1-qepB8ETa0ByY/s1600/100_2873.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnDw64yPAuC-CjXcvGVjT3SF_5UznTVnu-f9GYemf-rY3y0cH8e3OzhFPszkd2eVoyoUgPukgjDd42oHBPOpEVO0hDuQ5Lg6bhn-R8SXVammEtbvOLwxj6NbgYa6uL1-qepB8ETa0ByY/s320/100_2873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505776890830775618" border="0" /></a></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022125476982432991noreply@blogger.com2