tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58493373345560353212024-03-14T00:07:45.243-04:00The View I Love the MostJonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631004547239900102noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-20460389114335322432012-02-06T12:29:00.001-05:002012-02-06T12:29:12.961-05:00I don't really love the view...The inside of our apartment has been driving me crazy. I feel like I am suffocating amidst all of our things. I have been making some changes, but it is hard for me.<br />
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We are still in Cleveland. Jonathan is half way done with his Fellowship and we will be finding a job soon.<br />
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I like Cleveland.<br />
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We bought a swagger wagon.<br />
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I work Tuesdays and Thursdays at an elementary school. I work with the 1-3rd graders and love it.<br />
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Isaac has been in Joy school since September and loves it. Our group is fabulous. He just started going to the sunbeams Sunday School class at church. Every time I peek in he is sitting reverently... well see how long that lasts!<br />
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Kate is turning one in a week. She is a diva and very dramatic. I just separated the kids into their own rooms so I could use all the pink things I have. It turned out cute.<br />
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I have been wasting too much time on Trulia anticipating a job here in Cleveland. I have decided to stop wasting my time and be a little more productive in all other areas.<br />
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I have started voice lessons again. I needed a creative outlet and didn't want to lose my talent.<br />
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These are some pics from my childhood!! Don't you love my hair!<br />
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<br />Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-27971869472318271722011-04-09T18:44:00.003-04:002011-04-09T19:04:37.503-04:00Children's Hospital of Michigan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSytacZLQZ8/TaDli8YEGqI/AAAAAAAABSk/FlhefSa9ulk/s1600/IMG_0390.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aibEoLo0t10/TaDljG4dLDI/AAAAAAAABSs/kKwq9uAGdoo/s1600/IMG_0388.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9CwQ_wPfVs/TaDlihXpcVI/AAAAAAAABSc/9U34412eYjY/s1600/IMG_0389.jpg"><br /></a><br />As I walked into the hospital at 6:00 a.m. Monday morning, I couldn't believe how much time had past. I never expected to come back here, especially not with one of my babies. The last time I was there I was 4 months pregnant with Isaac and finishing my graduate internship! A lot had happened in the past three years.<br /><br />Everything went splendidly! Isaac explored the pre-op area once he was in his yellow pajamas. He wouldn't sit in the bed they had to wheel him into surgery with. Doctor's were in and out and then they asked if we wanted to come back with him as they put him to sleep. I originally thought I would go with him but in that moment I realized that I couldn't. I was too emotional to see him go under. So I sent Jonathan. That was the worst part of the whole experience. Me not being able to go with my baby into the OR. That is what calm, unworried daddy's are for.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSytacZLQZ8/TaDli8YEGqI/AAAAAAAABSk/FlhefSa9ulk/s1600/IMG_0390.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSytacZLQZ8/TaDli8YEGqI/AAAAAAAABSk/FlhefSa9ulk/s400/IMG_0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593723125679528610" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aibEoLo0t10/TaDljG4dLDI/AAAAAAAABSs/kKwq9uAGdoo/s1600/IMG_0388.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aibEoLo0t10/TaDljG4dLDI/AAAAAAAABSs/kKwq9uAGdoo/s400/IMG_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593723128499743794" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9CwQ_wPfVs/TaDlihXpcVI/AAAAAAAABSc/9U34412eYjY/s1600/IMG_0389.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9CwQ_wPfVs/TaDlihXpcVI/AAAAAAAABSc/9U34412eYjY/s400/IMG_0389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593723118430024018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After that everything went really smoothly. We were in the eating area when the doctor came in to find us. It took us by surprise, as we were told he would be in there over an hour. Thankfully, everything went better than expected and they were able to quickly fix the problem. Then we waited to be called back to the wake-up room. He was so drowsy and sweet. He ate his orange Popsicle like a champ and was relatively chill when we told him he had to keep the tubes and monitors on his arms. When he wasn't allowed water he immediately asked for his grandma...I don't know which one, but I am sure in his mind they surely would have given him water after what he had gone through. :o)<br /><br />We had a great experience. I am grateful for all the prayers and thoughts of friends and family. I know they were mostly for me to be brave, however, I know that everything went smoothly and better than expected because of them.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-85869169442537855822011-02-20T12:41:00.002-05:002011-02-20T12:44:34.836-05:00All Dolled Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8_d-fbjX7U/TWFSuiB1xFI/AAAAAAAABP8/cIFI6sP42Tg/s1600/Sleeping%2Bdolled%2Bup%2Bkate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8_d-fbjX7U/TWFSuiB1xFI/AAAAAAAABP8/cIFI6sP42Tg/s400/Sleeping%2Bdolled%2Bup%2Bkate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575828773023368274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wamEfRe6IV4/TWFSseZXd0I/AAAAAAAABP0/KSQMeDEZ_KI/s1600/Kate%2BDress%2Bup%2B2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wamEfRe6IV4/TWFSseZXd0I/AAAAAAAABP0/KSQMeDEZ_KI/s400/Kate%2BDress%2Bup%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575828737688565570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6w-m9sNpqII/TWFSr0lxNKI/AAAAAAAABPs/-NEesRHiffY/s1600/Kate%2BDress%2Bup%2B1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6w-m9sNpqII/TWFSr0lxNKI/AAAAAAAABPs/-NEesRHiffY/s400/Kate%2BDress%2Bup%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575828726466294946" /></a>I am having way too much fun dressing up this baby girl...I think I am partial to skirts and dresses...Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-7896850748760148322011-02-17T21:36:00.006-05:002011-02-17T22:15:41.464-05:00Baby KateKatherine Leora was born on February 12th around 1:00 a.m. She came out waving, weighed 8 lbs. 13 oz., and was 21 3/4 inches long. We are so glad that she is here and that everything went well.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwrhepOB4Gk/TV3e7SytZuI/AAAAAAAABPE/ncorCrZmlgI/s1600/Baby%2BKate%2BHospital.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwrhepOB4Gk/TV3e7SytZuI/AAAAAAAABPE/ncorCrZmlgI/s400/Baby%2BKate%2BHospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574857023992719074" border="0" /></a><br />The next morning Aunt Emily came into town and was pleasantly surprised that baby Kate was here!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG0lU2XCC2A/TV3fnC07_LI/AAAAAAAABPM/5oLz9ryUUeI/s1600/Emily%2Band%2BKate.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG0lU2XCC2A/TV3fnC07_LI/AAAAAAAABPM/5oLz9ryUUeI/s400/Emily%2Band%2BKate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574857775621340338" border="0" /></a><br />Later that afternoon Grandma and Grandpa Dunford came with Isaac. He was so excited to see me and I heard him scream, "Mommy" from the hallway. It was so nice to hear his voice and sense his excitement. He was adorable with Kate. He sat by me on the bed and said, "I hold her." He gave her kisses and hugs and called her baby Kate over and over. He also tried to make her jump up and down in his arms...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZmZ8tv4yj0/TV3h268aCbI/AAAAAAAABPU/gK6AaX8Prrc/s1600/Isaac%2Band%2BKate.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZmZ8tv4yj0/TV3h268aCbI/AAAAAAAABPU/gK6AaX8Prrc/s400/Isaac%2Band%2BKate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574860247406348722" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGOKeB9Qv3E/TV3h3W7svHI/AAAAAAAABPc/DDvIgq8Z6vQ/s1600/IMG_5562.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGOKeB9Qv3E/TV3h3W7svHI/AAAAAAAABPc/DDvIgq8Z6vQ/s400/IMG_5562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574860254919572594" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSuHf-1WADY/TV3h3ufUQpI/AAAAAAAABPk/CmqOuCJqGCw/s1600/First%2BFamily%2BPic.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSuHf-1WADY/TV3h3ufUQpI/AAAAAAAABPk/CmqOuCJqGCw/s400/First%2BFamily%2BPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574860261242978962" border="0" /></a><br />I have written down the full story but don't want to put it on the blog as we aren't private...If you want me to send it to you let me know. Overall, it was night and day compared to Isaac. Despite the induction, I was able to have her naturally without any pain medication. It was just what I wanted. I am so glad I was able to have that experience. It is what I had been praying for. A non-traumatic labor and delivery...one where I wouldn't be upset whenever I heard other women telling their birth stories. It is hard to describe, but although I am very grateful for Isaac's birth and how it happened, I felt like something was missing. Anyway, She's here! She's finally here!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-26405660871636853162011-02-01T20:38:00.002-05:002011-02-01T20:48:35.622-05:00My last post was in November?Wow, I can't believe my last post was in November. How boring!<br /><br />Since November we have:<br />1. Accepted a job offer to the Cleveland Clinic for an administrative fellowship.<br />2. Gone to Muskegeon for Thanksgiving with half of the Witt's.<br />3. Celebrated Christmas in Michigan with the Joneses and the Dunford's.<br />4. Watched Laura in a choir performance at Interlochen.<br />5. Potty trained Isaac.<br />6. Jonathan started a P90X regime and is following it religiously.<br />7. Abby was diagnosed with two heart conditions (possible ASD and a type of tachycardia.)<br />Note: While these were very taxing and tiring...I have been given heart meds and am feeling much better in these final weeks of pregnancy. I will have further tests and possible cures after baby comes.)<br />8. I made some changes to Isaac's heirloom cradle. A lovely man from our church congregation helped me and it is now stained and ready to go.<br />9. Crocheted baby girl's baby blanket and finished many other sewing projects.<br />10. We got a bed for our anniversary!! It is beautiful and every time I look at it I smile and feel like a grown-up.<br /><br />It has been a busy couple of months. I am now playing the waiting game and hopefully will have this baby within the next week. Her due date is this Friday, February 4th.<br /><br />This <a href="http://christopherandeliza.blogspot.com/2008/09/11lbs-5-oz.html">post</a> came to mind tonight. I thought it was funny...and reminiscent... : Yes...a Christmas Ham...yikes.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-16915440991603236692010-11-16T13:55:00.004-05:002010-11-16T14:07:54.998-05:00Obsession with Excercise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUt-63e3I/AAAAAAAABNY/GYJsDcedAho/s1600/Half%2BMarathon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUt-63e3I/AAAAAAAABNY/GYJsDcedAho/s400/Half%2BMarathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540224378068237170" border="0" /></a>In July Jonathan and I ran a half marathon together. I ran throughout my first trimester and ran this race when I was 11 weeks pregnant. Unfortunately, for Jonathan, that meant that he had to run REALLY slow. I was paranoid about my heart rate and had to run about 12 minute miles. It was really great to be together though and came in handy when it was pitch black and we were trying to finish. I should post about how awful the race was organizationally...not to mention that we were offered cold beer at the end. After this race I stopped training. I ran for a couple weeks with Isaac but then I stopped.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUtTEgiqI/AAAAAAAABNQ/c-7XZFWnZSg/s1600/lap%2Bpool.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUtTEgiqI/AAAAAAAABNQ/c-7XZFWnZSg/s400/lap%2Bpool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540224366297516706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUtCpNmHI/AAAAAAAABNI/A8YqqKHRwqs/s1600/swimming%2Blaps.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUtCpNmHI/AAAAAAAABNI/A8YqqKHRwqs/s400/swimming%2Blaps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540224361888061554" border="0" /></a><br />After a month or so I looked into getting a pass at the community rec center. They have a really nice facility and it is a couple minutes from my house. I started swimming and could only go for 10-15 minutes tops! I felt pathetic but it was so refreshing! I have become obsessed with it and go at least twice a week. Early in the morning or right after we put Isaac to bed I run out the door to go swim. I have never really done lap swimming before and I have fallen in love with it. I can now go over 30 minutes if a want to. I love the smell of the water and feeling bouyant. I am getting bigger now, and am in the third trimester. I hope to continue swimming up to the end of my pregnancy. It is so calming. I love having the desire to get to the pool!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUPG9YprI/AAAAAAAABM4/hHDlijgsg0c/s1600/lap%2Bpool.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUPG9YprI/AAAAAAAABM4/hHDlijgsg0c/s1600/lap%2Bpool.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUOjvunnI/AAAAAAAABMw/FXbyPETfzAE/s1600/Half%2BMarathon.jpg"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUPG9YprI/AAAAAAAABM4/hHDlijgsg0c/s1600/lap%2Bpool.jpg"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TOLUPG9YprI/AAAAAAAABM4/hHDlijgsg0c/s1600/lap%2Bpool.jpg"><br /></a>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-40949376268222574732010-11-07T20:21:00.001-05:002010-11-07T20:24:05.716-05:00Caught in the Act<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TNdQ_Ij5InI/AAAAAAAABMo/2Cj8pYvvPOg/s1600/IMG_5249.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TNdQ_Ij5InI/AAAAAAAABMo/2Cj8pYvvPOg/s400/IMG_5249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536983312435323506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TNdQ-KlRjNI/AAAAAAAABMg/j_zd6ea0Eqs/s1600/IMG_5251.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TNdQ-KlRjNI/AAAAAAAABMg/j_zd6ea0Eqs/s400/IMG_5251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536983295798119634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TNdQ98orqNI/AAAAAAAABMY/wPg0prNdM5s/s1600/IMG_5253.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TNdQ98orqNI/AAAAAAAABMY/wPg0prNdM5s/s400/IMG_5253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536983292054317266" border="0" /></a><br />At least it wasn't the mascara...he was having a lot of fun.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-27659306931306350222010-10-30T20:17:00.001-04:002010-10-30T20:20:05.168-04:00Trick-or-Treating Galore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhOB-yotI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DLC_an5Ns0w/s1600/IMG_5246.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhOB-yotI/AAAAAAAABMQ/DLC_an5Ns0w/s400/IMG_5246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533975304553538258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhNC9SujI/AAAAAAAABMI/sChJMTEFNDQ/s1600/IMG_5244.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhNC9SujI/AAAAAAAABMI/sChJMTEFNDQ/s400/IMG_5244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533975287635819058" border="0" /></a>Isaac with his buddy Quinn. They have a lot of fun together!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhM1hOC8I/AAAAAAAABMA/5neLqLVzvQI/s1600/IMG_5243.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhM1hOC8I/AAAAAAAABMA/5neLqLVzvQI/s400/IMG_5243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533975284028410818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhMtMkUdI/AAAAAAAABL4/4qae86-_FII/s1600/IMG_5242.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyhMtMkUdI/AAAAAAAABL4/4qae86-_FII/s400/IMG_5242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533975281794306514" border="0" /></a>Isaac and I had a crazy day! We spent the afternoon trick or treating on Main Street in Ann Arbor. It is an annual activity where the shops downtown open their doors and pass out candy. We went last year but Isaac was too little to do anything. We just walked around in the stroller. This year however, Isaac figured it out! He had multiple meltdowns at first when I tried to help him understand that we put the candy in our bag for later. His little brain just didn't understand why he couldn't have it right then! Each store had balloons out front so he would find the balloons, run to them, and then go inside and say Trick-or-treat until he found the person with the candy. Sometimes he would take two and give one of them to a child behind him. He would then exclaim, "I'm nice!" By the time we came home I was worn out. Three of the blocks didn't have candy and I had to carry him on my shoulders. I needed the work out...<br /><br />Every time someone asked or stated if he was Bob the Builder he would push the button on his belt that made sounds from the show. It was adorable. Later that night we went to the church trunk-or-treat. I had never done it before and it was a lot of fun. Jonathan was able to take Isaac to the cars and see how adorable Isaac was getting candy. Isaac and Jonathan walked around in the costume parade as well. It was a really fun day. I am okay with celebrating Halloween on the 29th. I think we have had plenty of fun celebrating and have enough candy to last us (or my therapy kids...) awhile!<br /><br />Jonathan and I decided that we need to get into the Halloween spirit and come up with costumes. If we aren't creative enough, we decided we would just do whatever our friends the <a href="http://justusandmarian.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html">Adamson's</a> did the previous year. Too bad we didn't think of it in time. I think Jonathan would have made a great Tornado!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-70148706400263880802010-10-30T18:23:00.003-04:002010-10-30T18:39:58.934-04:00A much needed visit!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMybzQ20dAI/AAAAAAAABLw/2MFtMDKdXEo/s1600/IMG_5227.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMybzQ20dAI/AAAAAAAABLw/2MFtMDKdXEo/s400/IMG_5227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533969347132027906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMybzOm6FUI/AAAAAAAABLo/K72YgQPm7vo/s1600/IMG_5225.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMybzOm6FUI/AAAAAAAABLo/K72YgQPm7vo/s400/IMG_5225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533969346528417090" border="0" /></a>Isaac loving the cow train! He had a lot of fun but wouldn't go on it again...<br /><br />Julia came to Michigan again this Fall. She is one of my closest friends and it was really good to see her.<br /><br />She mainly came to see her sister who lives in Midland, but I tend to tag along A LOT!! We just hung out and played with the kids mostly. There isn't too much to do in Midland...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyby8Q7L7I/AAAAAAAABLg/VODwdL7rSY8/s1600/IMG_5236.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMyby8Q7L7I/AAAAAAAABLg/VODwdL7rSY8/s400/IMG_5236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533969341604376498" border="0" /></a>I turned around in this picture because I didn't want to show my pregnant belly...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMybyntZEUI/AAAAAAAABLY/ml5DKTwNVMo/s1600/IMG_5221.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TMybyntZEUI/AAAAAAAABLY/ml5DKTwNVMo/s400/IMG_5221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533969336086630722" border="0" /></a>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-1797724915718067952010-10-06T22:36:00.003-04:002010-10-06T22:44:20.344-04:00Rocket Blasters!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zlUjQAhI/AAAAAAAABLM/9Smab4dhbCY/s1600/IMG_5112.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zlUjQAhI/AAAAAAAABLM/9Smab4dhbCY/s400/IMG_5112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525129034118201874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zlIJuylI/AAAAAAAABLE/PneB2GjmN7g/s1600/IMG_5109.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zlIJuylI/AAAAAAAABLE/PneB2GjmN7g/s400/IMG_5109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525129030789941842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zk1kKc7I/AAAAAAAABK8/7yX-9c89ctc/s1600/IMG_5100.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zk1kKc7I/AAAAAAAABK8/7yX-9c89ctc/s400/IMG_5100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525129025800532914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zkk6rfGI/AAAAAAAABK0/iK7zPzOdSlo/s1600/IMG_5098.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TK0zkk6rfGI/AAAAAAAABK0/iK7zPzOdSlo/s400/IMG_5098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525129021331569762" border="0" /></a><br />Jonathan and his friend had been waiting awhile to get together to make Rocket blasters. I of course do not know the technical term... So Labor Day we went over to the Gibsons to hang out and make the Rocket Blasters.<br /><br />It took them a LONG time to make them. They were sawing PVC pipes, sodering electrical wires, you name it. I think they finished about midnight. Despite the late hour they still had to test them out. The neighbors thought people were shooting fireworks, but it was still worth it!<br /><br />The kids had a blast. The Gibson kids are so good with Isaac and he and Claire love hanging out! I love the picture where they are both pointing at something. That was not staged.<br /><br />Thanks for having nerd-like tendencies Jonathan! I am sure we will use your Rocket Blaster for many entertaining evenings with our kids!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-33860658924366668242010-09-29T22:23:00.003-04:002010-09-29T22:37:13.625-04:00Baby /Diter/!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TKP1YpZ8a1I/AAAAAAAABKs/TzZ0Lq7yWe8/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TKP1YpZ8a1I/AAAAAAAABKs/TzZ0Lq7yWe8/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522527371866696530" border="0" /></a><br />Isaac is going to have a baby sister in February! We found out the gender a couple weeks ago. I was so excited that I went and bought something pink the very same day. Isaac's closet is slowly filling up with Pink. I always get something on sale and there have been a few people who have generously donated clothes and blankets. I think we will be okay. If nothing else, she will look good in blue...<br /><br />I can't get my scanner to work, I wanted to post a picture of our other little bean. Not many people know this, but we had a traumatic miscarriage from March to April of this year. We found out at 11 weeks. I have a sweet Ultra Sound picture of our little one that I have been meaning to post. I love looking at it and remembering the love I had for him/her. It has been a long year of being pregnant, but so worth it. While my second pregnancy was very sad, I learned a lot from it. I emotionally/mentally healed from Isaac's crazy birth experience. (Which I didn't realize I needed to do) I can relate to others who have dealt with this type of disappointing loss and I cannot even fathom the idea of having a new born right now. His/Her due date was September 24, 2010 and being in the throws of Jonathan's recruiting/job application process, I can see how this would have been an additional strain on him and our family at this time.<br /><br />How grateful I am for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I know I will see my sweet little one again someday. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for us. While we may be going through trials, he will help us bear our burdens and can see the end from the beginning.<br /><br />We have been blessed to be able to have another baby so soon after a loss. I love this sweet baby with all of my heart. I can't wait to meet her!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-52384235569198634692010-09-29T22:21:00.002-04:002010-09-29T22:23:04.082-04:00ReminiscingHilarious! I was perusing my blog from 2008 and found this entry. Take a peek!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/Only%20in%20Detroit">http://dunfordfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-in-detroit.html</a>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-1261030308040540352010-09-06T08:53:00.003-04:002010-09-06T08:57:54.921-04:00Trains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TITkY9-XPDI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-1EmcUtNhHM/s1600/Train+Tracks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TITkY9-XPDI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-1EmcUtNhHM/s400/Train+Tracks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513782961412455474" border="0" /></a><br />Jonathan creates the most intricate train tracks for Isaac. They are always different! Today the boys let me sleep in and I woke up to this. It goes under the bed to make another tunnel! I love my boys. Look at that smile! We have borrowed this train set from a friend and Thomas was a gift from Isaac's cousin Jake. He has played/held it every day for two months. I think we should invest in some more trains for him...There have been some changes in his room as well! He has been sleeping in his big boy bed for about 2 months now and someone gave us a toy organizer. It seems like a big boy room now.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-6732617145245797032010-09-04T21:54:00.003-04:002010-09-04T22:04:25.269-04:00Birthday Party!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL47tDscWI/AAAAAAAABJ4/jEPDa9_hqDA/s1600/IMG_5083.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL47tDscWI/AAAAAAAABJ4/jEPDa9_hqDA/s320/IMG_5083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513242598445969762" border="0" /></a><br />Ring around the Rosies<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL47Pxcl2I/AAAAAAAABJw/gCXvakDTQXE/s1600/IMG_5051.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL47Pxcl2I/AAAAAAAABJw/gCXvakDTQXE/s320/IMG_5051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513242590584805218" border="0" /></a><br />The fishing game!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL46pv0XBI/AAAAAAAABJo/KpHYdij3urw/s1600/IMG_5045.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL46pv0XBI/AAAAAAAABJo/KpHYdij3urw/s320/IMG_5045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513242580377426962" border="0" /></a>Isaac and Elizabeth<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL46AoXEZI/AAAAAAAABJg/xgMRyQ3hKXE/s1600/IMG_5055.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TIL46AoXEZI/AAAAAAAABJg/xgMRyQ3hKXE/s320/IMG_5055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513242569340293522" border="0" /></a>What a Party!! Isaac shared his birthday party with his friend Elizabeth. They are a week apart so we thought we would celebrate together! (Not to mention that Anne is due with her second this week...)<br /><br />Anyway! It was a success!! There were lots of 2 year-olds. Prizes, bubbles, songs, balloons, water balloons that didn't pop easily, yummy cupcakes, and presents. The kids were rolling the water balloons down the concrete drive way, throwing them on the grass/ground and they lasted! They were having a blast with them.<br /><br />I don't think Isaac realized he was having a birthday party. He can't even say, "I'm Two." But he had a blast doing all of his favorite things! And he had a lot of practice blowing out candles on our camping trip so he blew out the fire (/faider/) immediately!<br /><br />He is such a happy boy. I love him to pieces!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-87072226750429915622010-09-04T21:25:00.002-04:002010-09-04T21:46:01.853-04:00Sleeping Bear Camping TripThe past two years we have gone to Lake Michigan for Labor Day...and this year my parents weren't doing it. So, I took the matter into my own hands and planned a camping trip to the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes. We invited Jonathan's mom and brother Trenton to come with us. We had a blast! The weather was not warm and sunny. In fact, the first night, while we were playing cards, it started to rain and we hadn't prepped the rain fly on the tent yet. So we scurried around to get everything to the tent and listen to Jonathan and Trenton scramble in the rain to get the tarp up. It was hilarious hearing them laugh so hard, and thankfully, they got the rain fly up in time to prevent all of our bedding and clothes from getting wet. <br /><br />We were in the heart of the storm that night and I didn't sleep very well. Isaac slept right through everything though. I thought the next day would be miserable but it didn't rain and turned out to be nice. We hiked up the sand dunes and went on the "scenic drive." The overlook to Lake Michigan was sooo windy!! It was hilarious because Isaac has never really felt big gusts of wind before and he looked really confused. He also thought the boardwalk was a train track!<br /><br />The dunes were fun. Jonathan and Trenton were having jumping competitions and running as fast as they could down the hills.<br /><br />After dinner, we went to the shore. It was breathtaking! The beach was covered in smooth beautiful rocks, and the view over the lake was just what I needed. I am going to miss Michigan if we move.<br /><br />The next night was dry, and we got up in the morning and went on a canoe trip down the Platte River. Isaac loved being in the boat, and thankfully, decided it was best to stay in his seat! He kind of had a nervous look on his face like when we went on a paddle boat for memorial day. The plan was to stay at the beach on lake Michigan after the canoe ride, but it was raining. Then, when the rain stopped we went out and were attacked by flies! It was gross and really annoying. They were biting at us! So, we decided to turn in and drive back.<br /><br />What an awesome vacation! Now it is back to the grind. Jonathan is applying to some fellowships before school starts so that he can really focus on the job hunt. <br /><br />I might need another vacation in another couple months from all of the anticipated stress!<br /><br /><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-6b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"><param name="movie" value="http://widget-6b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="salign" value="l"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=2305843009239602283&site=widget-6b.slide.com"></object><p style="white-space:nowrap"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=2305843009239602283&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p1/2305843009239602283/ms_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=2305843009239602283&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p2/2305843009239602283/ms_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=2305843009239602283&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p4/2305843009239602283/ms_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p></p>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-5514625622100303692010-09-04T21:12:00.002-04:002010-09-04T21:23:47.266-04:00Jones Cousin Road TripMy mom, Isaac, and I drove to Minnesota to pick up Roxann and the kids in June to go to the Jones family reunion in Utah. It was a blast riding to Utah with these kids. We had so much fun. We took our time and had a blast. We even stayed at a hotel with an indoor water park! Isaac is obsessed with water and Jackson and Charlotte were going down all the slides without hesitation. Isaac needed a few pushes, but loved it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvD9RIERI/AAAAAAAABJQ/U_H_TcpZCWI/s1600/IMG_4939.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvD9RIERI/AAAAAAAABJQ/U_H_TcpZCWI/s320/IMG_4939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513231745119949074" border="0" /></a>The kids at "the presidents." That was what Charlotte called Mount Rushmore. She was so excited to see them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvDNlAluI/AAAAAAAABJI/g3OdM2h_D44/s1600/IMG_4917.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvDNlAluI/AAAAAAAABJI/g3OdM2h_D44/s320/IMG_4917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513231732318443234" border="0" /></a>Isaac refused to get on the dinosaur but Jackson was all for it! He is such a daredevil!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvCW4BjzI/AAAAAAAABJA/DQcB7WpMYdQ/s1600/IMG_4912.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvCW4BjzI/AAAAAAAABJA/DQcB7WpMYdQ/s320/IMG_4912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513231717634248498" border="0" /></a>This is the Corn Palace. My mom was dying to stop because she would always stop with her family whenever they traveled out west. They change the outside every year using corn husks and corn to create a different look/mural.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvBzTdniI/AAAAAAAABI4/XMDWNMtURGs/s1600/IMG_4903.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TILvBzTdniI/AAAAAAAABI4/XMDWNMtURGs/s320/IMG_4903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513231708085657122" border="0" /></a><br />Charlotte and Isaac wouldn't go near the creepy corn guy. Jackson, you were so brave!!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-68868731874835817492010-08-13T10:30:00.001-04:002010-08-14T07:35:04.289-04:00dgats^ and sharshar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXtgHSOEI/AAAAAAAABIA/SdqLphhqWMM/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXtgHSOEI/AAAAAAAABIA/SdqLphhqWMM/s200/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902558756517954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXtBpuJFI/AAAAAAAABH4/TJ-atOdn9ek/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXtBpuJFI/AAAAAAAABH4/TJ-atOdn9ek/s200/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902550579455058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXsirzHxI/AAAAAAAABHw/Q8qwixJ0-6I/s1600/IMG_0008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXsirzHxI/AAAAAAAABHw/Q8qwixJ0-6I/s200/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902542266670866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXr7_NCUI/AAAAAAAABHo/XyA0T-YSQEM/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXr7_NCUI/AAAAAAAABHo/XyA0T-YSQEM/s200/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902531879078210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXrRYRlyI/AAAAAAAABHg/bNYqTy9Ck_g/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TGVXrRYRlyI/AAAAAAAABHg/bNYqTy9Ck_g/s200/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504902520441509666" border="0" /></a>We had a really fun summer hanging out with Jackson, Charlotte, and Aunt Roxann!! The title of the post is how Isaac pronounces their names. This was when they were in Midland visiting and we went to a Loons game and the park. It was a lot of fun having more than one cousin at Gramdma's house!!! We miss you guys!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-27228308940603290842010-08-08T16:23:00.002-04:002010-08-08T16:31:25.139-04:00A Southern Experience Part IIKatie and I went on a swamp tour and saw alligators, wild boars, egret, blue heron, and really cool trees and old beaten down weekend "homes." The alligator was huge!! They said she was almost 1,000 lbs. It's amazing the show you can get when you have hot dogs and marshmallows.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S_IDa2dI/AAAAAAAABHY/ctJNar-c6mc/s1600/IMG_4782.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S_IDa2dI/AAAAAAAABHY/ctJNar-c6mc/s200/IMG_4782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138145372920274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S-2fWikI/AAAAAAAABHQ/S8PDC5ABe_A/s1600/IMG_4827.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S-2fWikI/AAAAAAAABHQ/S8PDC5ABe_A/s200/IMG_4827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138140658240066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S-d2KviI/AAAAAAAABHI/vapGpMdHnCo/s1600/IMG_4861.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S-d2KviI/AAAAAAAABHI/vapGpMdHnCo/s200/IMG_4861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138134043049506" border="0" /></a>Katie and I were quite wind blown by the end of the tour, but it felt good in that Lousianna heat!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S9sqMcjI/AAAAAAAABHA/QW7MqEGcs_M/s1600/IMG_4777.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8S9sqMcjI/AAAAAAAABHA/QW7MqEGcs_M/s200/IMG_4777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503138120839492146" border="0" /></a>I had all sorts of great Southern food like gumbo, red beans and rice, shaved ice (I forgot what they called it) and what not. It was an awesome trip. Hopefully, next time will be in the winter time!!! We miss you Abernethy's!!!!!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-40488275508343787072010-08-08T16:07:00.003-04:002010-08-08T16:23:36.764-04:00A Southern Experience<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8Qbvc5pYI/AAAAAAAABG4/bAVi7hx7xZE/s1600/IMG_4756.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8Qbvc5pYI/AAAAAAAABG4/bAVi7hx7xZE/s200/IMG_4756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135338450232706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QbAmFXbI/AAAAAAAABGw/xyWvKxgM9_g/s1600/IMG_4737.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QbAmFXbI/AAAAAAAABGw/xyWvKxgM9_g/s200/IMG_4737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135325872283058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QarwtJrI/AAAAAAAABGo/85wbcIfe2Xs/s1600/IMG_4900.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QarwtJrI/AAAAAAAABGo/85wbcIfe2Xs/s200/IMG_4900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135320279688882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QaF6gURI/AAAAAAAABGg/68Cse7QYwgY/s1600/IMG_4875.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QaF6gURI/AAAAAAAABGg/68Cse7QYwgY/s200/IMG_4875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135310120243474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QZiJDM0I/AAAAAAAABGY/RN3Ls_m-aUs/s1600/IMG_4709.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/TF8QZiJDM0I/AAAAAAAABGY/RN3Ls_m-aUs/s200/IMG_4709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135300517573442" border="0" /></a><br />In the beginning of June Isaac and I went to visit the Abernethy's in New Orleans!!! I had never been to the South and it was quite the experience!!!<br /><br />Hunter and Isaac had a blast and acted more like brothers by the end of the week.<br /><br />The biggest reason for going to New Orleans was, for me to see Katie!!!..(ahem) I mean, meet little Noah. He was only a week and a half old and as adorable as they get!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-46539634997960177432010-08-08T16:04:00.002-04:002010-08-08T16:07:16.083-04:00Per Popular Request...Well, I took a hiatus. In some ways it can be stressful to blog. However, throughout the summer numerous people have given me a hard time for not posting. Not to mention, we have a lot of family who live all over and some really good friends have recently finished school and moved away. I would be sad if they just stopped blogging as well. So, here we go again. Hopefully, I will be more faithful this time around.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-59042826435475705542010-03-04T11:20:00.002-05:002010-03-04T11:31:26.871-05:00Kalahari<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_eizSdoKI/AAAAAAAABFY/dRQWLHgzgtY/s1600-h/IMG_4428.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_eizSdoKI/AAAAAAAABFY/dRQWLHgzgtY/s200/IMG_4428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815163978784930" border="0" /></a>Isaac gave kisses to his monkey friend while Lucy and I watched.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_eiScYS2I/AAAAAAAABFQ/1KymRXIhrr0/s1600-h/IMG_4420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_eiScYS2I/AAAAAAAABFQ/1KymRXIhrr0/s200/IMG_4420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815155162008418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_eiBZY5rI/AAAAAAAABFI/BfuWkbAZ7CM/s1600-h/IMG_4422.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_eiBZY5rI/AAAAAAAABFI/BfuWkbAZ7CM/s200/IMG_4422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815150586062514" border="0" /></a>Catching the fear on his face! He absolutely loved being in the water and will turn into fish someday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_ehsBEKmI/AAAAAAAABFA/kJWDYcOGZaE/s1600-h/IMG_4417.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_ehsBEKmI/AAAAAAAABFA/kJWDYcOGZaE/s200/IMG_4417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815144846895714" border="0" /></a>This monkey was at the top of the stairs to some of the slides. Isaac gave an anatomy lesson everytime he went up. Eyes, Nose, Mouth, Ears, Feet...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_ehVy5PkI/AAAAAAAABE4/GhCwTzb8gxU/s1600-h/IMG_4416.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S4_ehVy5PkI/AAAAAAAABE4/GhCwTzb8gxU/s200/IMG_4416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815138881879618" border="0" /></a><br />The Resort was fabulous. We had such a great time with our friends but especially as a family. Isaac loved being in the water. I don't think he smiled very much though because he was so intent on what he was doing. There was a lot going on! We also played basketball in the water and went in the wave pool as a family. <br /><br />As for the adult slides, they were pretty good. There was a "toilet bowl" when you go down a steep slide into a huge bowl. Then, it plops you down the middle into some water. I also liked going on the boogie board one. I did pretty well for a first timer.<br /><br />It was such a nice get away...I can't wait for summer weather!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-55069139304718580782010-01-10T15:36:00.003-05:002010-01-10T16:00:30.931-05:00Per Emily's Request...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o95rAkNJI/AAAAAAAABDg/1TcauWwM85A/s1600-h/IMG_4366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o95rAkNJI/AAAAAAAABDg/1TcauWwM85A/s200/IMG_4366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425216762128118930" border="0" /></a>Isaac is unfortunately obsessed with the wii. He will use any remote to swing around. Since we have been home from Grandma's I have had to hide them from him. I don't think it is healthy the way he wants it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o95SlGUxI/AAAAAAAABDY/NHqL9aKe_B8/s1600-h/IMG_4354.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o95SlGUxI/AAAAAAAABDY/NHqL9aKe_B8/s200/IMG_4354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425216755570463506" border="0" /></a>Emily and Isaac<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o95M07yAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/PTR7dMpkZFM/s1600-h/IMG_4345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o95M07yAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/PTR7dMpkZFM/s200/IMG_4345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425216754026268674" border="0" /></a>Trying on bones with Grandpa at the Children's Museum.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o94phlgwI/AAAAAAAABDI/yOHHdzdIfkg/s1600-h/IMG_4298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o94phlgwI/AAAAAAAABDI/yOHHdzdIfkg/s200/IMG_4298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425216744549876482" border="0" /></a>Isaac and Mary<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o94f2corI/AAAAAAAABDA/uOj7RheEX00/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0o94f2corI/AAAAAAAABDA/uOj7RheEX00/s200/IMG_4264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425216741953020594" border="0" /></a><br />Enjoying the snow with Daddy. Note, this was only possible if he was held. Isaac freaked out and would lay down in the snow if he was put down...I am not sure what the logic was in that. It was adorable though.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-77985411463791713662010-01-09T20:22:00.003-05:002010-01-09T20:31:44.560-05:00In Love...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks9NUmNxI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oKzGgaW1zV0/s1600-h/IMG_4251.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks9NUmNxI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oKzGgaW1zV0/s200/IMG_4251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916656204166930" border="0" /></a>Reese's Blanket. It was supposed to be reminiscent of Argyle...It took forever to finish. I took a lot of breaks...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks8nHwilI/AAAAAAAABCI/8DVS3HnFEDI/s1600-h/IMG_4198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks8nHwilI/AAAAAAAABCI/8DVS3HnFEDI/s200/IMG_4198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916645949770322" border="0" /></a>Dr. Jones sporting his new PJ's. He felt a little awkward at first in long basketball shorts. He is used to the short short kind...in the end, I think he liked them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks8PSxa4I/AAAAAAAABCA/Ltbd1mP5_2c/s1600-h/IMG_4140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks8PSxa4I/AAAAAAAABCA/Ltbd1mP5_2c/s200/IMG_4140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916639553514370" border="0" /></a>Isaac loving Reese. The boy was magnetized to her. He was always wanting to hold her and give her loves. It was adorable. I have many many pictures of them. What a sweet baby boy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks72ley3I/AAAAAAAABB4/G5zInM7IkQI/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks72ley3I/AAAAAAAABB4/G5zInM7IkQI/s200/IMG_4105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916632921099122" border="0" /></a>Creating colored rice for my sensory table. The colors turned out really well. I am going to bring in snow next week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks7T2t4AI/AAAAAAAABBw/iL3k2MLLdZg/s1600-h/IMG_4094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/S0ks7T2t4AI/AAAAAAAABBw/iL3k2MLLdZg/s200/IMG_4094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916623598149634" border="0" /></a>He really doesn't like haircuts.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-74861036819214291012009-12-01T21:47:00.004-05:002009-12-01T21:56:18.082-05:00Couldn't resist...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXV9nKVMXI/AAAAAAAABAk/2_U54p90HNA/s1600/IMG_4083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXV9nKVMXI/AAAAAAAABAk/2_U54p90HNA/s200/IMG_4083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465781816570226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXVwVkFZnI/AAAAAAAABAU/ILBCKW5BmQY/s1600/IMG_4079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXVwVkFZnI/AAAAAAAABAU/ILBCKW5BmQY/s200/IMG_4079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465553754449522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXVv1Y6zNI/AAAAAAAABAM/MRRR5r48Xqg/s1600/IMG_4069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXVv1Y6zNI/AAAAAAAABAM/MRRR5r48Xqg/s200/IMG_4069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465545117682898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXVvWP8vRI/AAAAAAAABAE/tKvYkhmkLbQ/s1600/IMG_4046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXVvWP8vRI/AAAAAAAABAE/tKvYkhmkLbQ/s200/IMG_4046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465536758562066" border="0" /></a>Random pics that I love... <br /><br />Grandma U. I can't seem to get my blogger to function and post videos...so there is a picture of Isaac RUNNING! Yes, he has skills. He runs, climbs on top of things, chases you, you name it. <br /><br />Our cousin Laura Otto brought her dog Riley to Thanksgiving festivities. Isaac had a lot of fun with him! Also, who knows what Isaac actually ate over the holiday. He was always reaching onto tables to grab food...you would think we starved him...Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849337334556035321.post-59378544651599808322009-12-01T21:35:00.005-05:002009-12-01T21:44:54.504-05:00Candy Cane Discovery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXTV5cT21I/AAAAAAAAA_8/e1TFc66P7bY/s1600/IMG_4091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXTV5cT21I/AAAAAAAAA_8/e1TFc66P7bY/s200/IMG_4091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462900505795410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXTVZCWQVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/1QzDoFUgpuc/s1600/IMG_4090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXTVZCWQVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/1QzDoFUgpuc/s200/IMG_4090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462891806966098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXTVGh-fGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/xCTbnlUk_g8/s1600/IMG_4087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXDASfeCmtU/SxXTVGh-fGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/xCTbnlUk_g8/s200/IMG_4087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462886839352418" border="0" /></a><br />Isaac helped me decorate the tree tonight. As I finished putting up the garland I noticed that he had taken off a candy cane, removed the wrapper, and smiled at me with a wet sticky candy cane in his hands. My first impression was, "I should take that a way." Then within the same instant I figured I didn't want to squelch his discovery. How did he know that it was an edible thing? How in the world did he remove the wrapper? Why is he so dang cute? I think I won the coolest mom award tonight...<br /><br />(Isaac always makes those circular lips with an "ooh" when he is excited about something)Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10675352516850449685noreply@blogger.com3