tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77995658077974276912024-03-17T10:29:33.677-05:00Peek In Our WorldEveryday lives of the Meabon householdBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.comBlogger394125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-19187530221102372572013-10-20T21:19:00.000-05:002013-10-20T21:19:01.492-05:00Pumpkin Patch 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEsDpMmjvAROMBJ8Lo7TC3i1KeGM1NhEXmNiZ-GZe8bfmaNIvV16VrlOqU0wuU_knlFR9ql0det67D-pN3NbxHXp2p4vSqJ8KxDfhpKB5kht0U0Wl8ed2br4BmZ7Jb18bj1kKO64PwVCM/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEsDpMmjvAROMBJ8Lo7TC3i1KeGM1NhEXmNiZ-GZe8bfmaNIvV16VrlOqU0wuU_knlFR9ql0det67D-pN3NbxHXp2p4vSqJ8KxDfhpKB5kht0U0Wl8ed2br4BmZ7Jb18bj1kKO64PwVCM/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckRNt1SKQv3rkXLQHrJlX1HYcaRDMSpwJ5PoZTCb5AiNeoeve9PkkrZ7oCP-hFs_wvOpM3hrqGFDADeq7tbHX_STJiBuGHDP4aAaf6vQN6QCtaaElDI65EeICRRDahDvUCUtaGTVyy9aT/s1600/DSC_0010.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckRNt1SKQv3rkXLQHrJlX1HYcaRDMSpwJ5PoZTCb5AiNeoeve9PkkrZ7oCP-hFs_wvOpM3hrqGFDADeq7tbHX_STJiBuGHDP4aAaf6vQN6QCtaaElDI65EeICRRDahDvUCUtaGTVyy9aT/s400/DSC_0010.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5TifxLv8HlsM6UfbfvqPq2LYtEdHx6SYgROhjTr9qlAkUHfs7Hs86Mhl55zisfu8R-ql2LRY1JYr-0uAos6Bt59RmOpEbNkFYiuiZYeKpW6coHlNoVmQ6huHNT6o_csREIBrvIsVk-bY/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5TifxLv8HlsM6UfbfvqPq2LYtEdHx6SYgROhjTr9qlAkUHfs7Hs86Mhl55zisfu8R-ql2LRY1JYr-0uAos6Bt59RmOpEbNkFYiuiZYeKpW6coHlNoVmQ6huHNT6o_csREIBrvIsVk-bY/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQWkm3uzAKmZKDd9yFSARTUU_wdwTXhgL_R2-s5HXmazZxnDFvAbVB4qwAsoRL85yDRk-x3egEFXFQp5vb74aUrUSKV-DAXyxBuir1wlmB-i4A-R2TL2mPc0IjrOS2xBTz7P1AQr4AvRv/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQWkm3uzAKmZKDd9yFSARTUU_wdwTXhgL_R2-s5HXmazZxnDFvAbVB4qwAsoRL85yDRk-x3egEFXFQp5vb74aUrUSKV-DAXyxBuir1wlmB-i4A-R2TL2mPc0IjrOS2xBTz7P1AQr4AvRv/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL850wL_5mh96mhVv1YV7PVpKOQzgiDqjut1VJPAPS3vlqeq0kvSfJMCfo5KxoBeH_IoIKipbXo4kuHXlwWPwS4kKaTgUTqPnH_6bQXG1L3OWuM7eW0-ux8qgTIeyUwre7pZ2PqljwkVvy/s1600/DSC_0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL850wL_5mh96mhVv1YV7PVpKOQzgiDqjut1VJPAPS3vlqeq0kvSfJMCfo5KxoBeH_IoIKipbXo4kuHXlwWPwS4kKaTgUTqPnH_6bQXG1L3OWuM7eW0-ux8qgTIeyUwre7pZ2PqljwkVvy/s400/DSC_0034.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGtsBo2CjHXDpSMbFFUoItc02yRsq4aslNkbHKgH56xNlT_NxqzPa1J5JGhoAg4qA5u2GYBwYfLcE25Lxh1z4IpmIchaLXKCvPOfFe1LX7Qwu3PsBI9mwytVMZuN4koAOi9HNzhKGl9F2/s1600/DSC_0048.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGtsBo2CjHXDpSMbFFUoItc02yRsq4aslNkbHKgH56xNlT_NxqzPa1J5JGhoAg4qA5u2GYBwYfLcE25Lxh1z4IpmIchaLXKCvPOfFe1LX7Qwu3PsBI9mwytVMZuN4koAOi9HNzhKGl9F2/s400/DSC_0048.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_F8x5iDfu4WA0NzNsP68i-Ud_dnXY4R5XNTY-nFE6I2C7AZoWqb2z2iygMs6VGj6XZ2JHk2-ZweJpBg92d2B-QLXoASh3c72l163xB5VIZDWwI1UeK-UBvxF7vXx3FYRD2Lcf-hR006Q/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_F8x5iDfu4WA0NzNsP68i-Ud_dnXY4R5XNTY-nFE6I2C7AZoWqb2z2iygMs6VGj6XZ2JHk2-ZweJpBg92d2B-QLXoASh3c72l163xB5VIZDWwI1UeK-UBvxF7vXx3FYRD2Lcf-hR006Q/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixy7bU7QVw4VzsE-LP1ysFiklt9B_On_lcvnDTXv055OCS6Nk9MPmVvx5jOVIPmcQV8j2FlgLcoAcvNsOWRYpkOkyr04udELAty_FqOvlOpeuUePqrovyMAf-X0h598U5s5Fd6hlH6fLmk/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixy7bU7QVw4VzsE-LP1ysFiklt9B_On_lcvnDTXv055OCS6Nk9MPmVvx5jOVIPmcQV8j2FlgLcoAcvNsOWRYpkOkyr04udELAty_FqOvlOpeuUePqrovyMAf-X0h598U5s5Fd6hlH6fLmk/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQhZBhy9Ck1_24itbO9zPIS5ayCIv5kPewzQhfUFcCEzos1PcVdTzS5ZhgMXWAGX0lOPL46SXZ8iDqA1goQuqbI7uNVbP6FviVi_oTJu_TT9XS9II6P_6NijG6uk8gD8s56ROvYGrt8cY/s1600/DSC_0062.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQhZBhy9Ck1_24itbO9zPIS5ayCIv5kPewzQhfUFcCEzos1PcVdTzS5ZhgMXWAGX0lOPL46SXZ8iDqA1goQuqbI7uNVbP6FviVi_oTJu_TT9XS9II6P_6NijG6uk8gD8s56ROvYGrt8cY/s400/DSC_0062.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2TpFJ9zsu8TRSgqu0fHUDvoVPTNdnNWK32MfJC0EmxvvB9U-q9DECxWiqfCkYwfEsQEheaQRJzTlQDAHJVF99k-kzx5sP7LGVxR32wmcVi0ZkwLNHPGinZ6WzrWXfFd5T43qlb_aem-e/s1600/DSC_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2TpFJ9zsu8TRSgqu0fHUDvoVPTNdnNWK32MfJC0EmxvvB9U-q9DECxWiqfCkYwfEsQEheaQRJzTlQDAHJVF99k-kzx5sP7LGVxR32wmcVi0ZkwLNHPGinZ6WzrWXfFd5T43qlb_aem-e/s400/DSC_0065.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XnA3YpDV2loLNd880ywPG0O03Qc3DAcKx7SCdV332YPZaZ0v-31S0_rs6cNI8690dtak5Di6d_JE7YB5mUeGj0aJrmVYmGW4WWwoYRPBxCM-wbuy_X3BWSoxgj5g93c5qZh5WL7oHXNU/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XnA3YpDV2loLNd880ywPG0O03Qc3DAcKx7SCdV332YPZaZ0v-31S0_rs6cNI8690dtak5Di6d_JE7YB5mUeGj0aJrmVYmGW4WWwoYRPBxCM-wbuy_X3BWSoxgj5g93c5qZh5WL7oHXNU/s400/DSC_0077.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXG2dRkbo-PGHbLi84_qgsWQ_MQiBKv7GuBmquK4UAw519EaG0ZcHJlBR0PADJ6aue78jFkNeL3UBgp2WA_apQRcYWIm5ad5RUNjy9lVhqk6pw6wVDxNBy0M8jMRqYohjngqhyphenhyphennSV8f0Zf/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXG2dRkbo-PGHbLi84_qgsWQ_MQiBKv7GuBmquK4UAw519EaG0ZcHJlBR0PADJ6aue78jFkNeL3UBgp2WA_apQRcYWIm5ad5RUNjy9lVhqk6pw6wVDxNBy0M8jMRqYohjngqhyphenhyphennSV8f0Zf/s400/DSC_0083.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UURYsnDKgWnRHWizHLcBNGEHIkkrY0we0OV5vZXte-McdtI_3MynZRJVYnkhZ5Iz9TwEbg7HnlbCVgVlHTADxAUv_qN2hV2ZAKsAEyQGrHrFIkwPsdSg6TViqKBZLuFGnQ2Dhdc162xb/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UURYsnDKgWnRHWizHLcBNGEHIkkrY0we0OV5vZXte-McdtI_3MynZRJVYnkhZ5Iz9TwEbg7HnlbCVgVlHTADxAUv_qN2hV2ZAKsAEyQGrHrFIkwPsdSg6TViqKBZLuFGnQ2Dhdc162xb/s400/DSC_0085.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0JUhv9oV4UVXkoAhVvP6n4uUNwKprBi-f2R0_KBi5u0-h23ucTEB5kt2D6D6LVXFPRMWqQMSxf53Oh_seu3oWxqyMJ91VIs2iu9CSooSSHMKm5KRoASSRuN2Ne_cFfFCz8D2Ys3tsjpB/s1600/DSC_0086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0JUhv9oV4UVXkoAhVvP6n4uUNwKprBi-f2R0_KBi5u0-h23ucTEB5kt2D6D6LVXFPRMWqQMSxf53Oh_seu3oWxqyMJ91VIs2iu9CSooSSHMKm5KRoASSRuN2Ne_cFfFCz8D2Ys3tsjpB/s400/DSC_0086.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmI40wrIA6Vdtc-JATTaazJEdVqcTA2emkkdwQ0PVEGbq-JK1Sfnu3Tgfyq6NPptAP_sULaOkSnmqYPtbXhRvK2Q5AxiaXug_gq15DXPHlHTpZse7eHrYsufgahLm3iF7vb5cCrKCRTwga/s1600/DSC_0090.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmI40wrIA6Vdtc-JATTaazJEdVqcTA2emkkdwQ0PVEGbq-JK1Sfnu3Tgfyq6NPptAP_sULaOkSnmqYPtbXhRvK2Q5AxiaXug_gq15DXPHlHTpZse7eHrYsufgahLm3iF7vb5cCrKCRTwga/s400/DSC_0090.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQry7_XwftagdA2zaK6yZhZgUIo-ztaXkEN12yNJ21fp5l6Blsq7HaxKS3QrL2_4CTpjpJiGfj-muXr4G5opluwhcDQpENvrwwyXyI90jVYDbysfDWMie_Z8x9yNlSlZ-BljiPtrDpAg1N/s1600/DSC_0097.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQry7_XwftagdA2zaK6yZhZgUIo-ztaXkEN12yNJ21fp5l6Blsq7HaxKS3QrL2_4CTpjpJiGfj-muXr4G5opluwhcDQpENvrwwyXyI90jVYDbysfDWMie_Z8x9yNlSlZ-BljiPtrDpAg1N/s400/DSC_0097.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrLH41IFV57OvfSA33KuP6WzbRDHVj6NsfCoola5r2siHrr0tOGxqu8aaeqD8InIOc0kJwZgtRy-m1OwtjAskelL8GcJLeCE8W1kmj3HYCwZF1yfvsLET3SnIEoHV6Ls3hGupgM30r3V-/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrLH41IFV57OvfSA33KuP6WzbRDHVj6NsfCoola5r2siHrr0tOGxqu8aaeqD8InIOc0kJwZgtRy-m1OwtjAskelL8GcJLeCE8W1kmj3HYCwZF1yfvsLET3SnIEoHV6Ls3hGupgM30r3V-/s400/DSC_0102.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNfFDSvNJ0whL4VlOZoVgLcl0XlNnEhyphenhyphenvZMhXBOQS-7U_iK15qt0Q2xUd5Ctn9nVUS4xGoNaxzPYH8BqiWo_j9akBTE2aVAzlhLW9PTl22tNUJ4r1OyWMToBUzPXgvSzFD_xOtcRfYWw-/s1600/DSC_0103.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNfFDSvNJ0whL4VlOZoVgLcl0XlNnEhyphenhyphenvZMhXBOQS-7U_iK15qt0Q2xUd5Ctn9nVUS4xGoNaxzPYH8BqiWo_j9akBTE2aVAzlhLW9PTl22tNUJ4r1OyWMToBUzPXgvSzFD_xOtcRfYWw-/s400/DSC_0103.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6kTZx84ojsZuutfnqYr_l1JNUtBVeyKZucsfXjcYJy0jzar9DBVp_tAzglStrEmPoJ5xLUOY1q09MI28M5sD3oKLlZwr0UIQ2E90vIEs0MgOnmhXmxc366Hj_9zx8F1ruBff3ln9OXUE/s1600/DSC_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6kTZx84ojsZuutfnqYr_l1JNUtBVeyKZucsfXjcYJy0jzar9DBVp_tAzglStrEmPoJ5xLUOY1q09MI28M5sD3oKLlZwr0UIQ2E90vIEs0MgOnmhXmxc366Hj_9zx8F1ruBff3ln9OXUE/s400/DSC_0105.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SHZq7SEbzXaWM32dIKFTvEDVKxcQEwYobRYYelwwnw7V-UaTMoOI6hj1323hjDriBugPvpRvMHvcATr0ZwTx7avb_3gE5ovRFJfa8i2dZIVsMeBkuOBg3jCyLp19hzPOnjbhcv2LUab5/s1600/DSC_0115.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SHZq7SEbzXaWM32dIKFTvEDVKxcQEwYobRYYelwwnw7V-UaTMoOI6hj1323hjDriBugPvpRvMHvcATr0ZwTx7avb_3gE5ovRFJfa8i2dZIVsMeBkuOBg3jCyLp19hzPOnjbhcv2LUab5/s400/DSC_0115.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NPw6v29oNT5YAWlPeKnQW8AyVjk-l2cPhCKXQMkWLMjDoRGD7vRoWvmWAPHumXeNjvL602hxRax3Y_8c2l7B7mWIw9KFWcA7y6wjsd-taGNTEpXHGVW0dsWToR0hvMFi-HcS4YMDUCsg/s1600/DSC_0118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NPw6v29oNT5YAWlPeKnQW8AyVjk-l2cPhCKXQMkWLMjDoRGD7vRoWvmWAPHumXeNjvL602hxRax3Y_8c2l7B7mWIw9KFWcA7y6wjsd-taGNTEpXHGVW0dsWToR0hvMFi-HcS4YMDUCsg/s400/DSC_0118.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-u_uvRpBqcC5BhnnZGoHjayT4F59EBODZm52JwtWiK5wEBOmYdj5h3TBVb0Q7ZYD2fjE42Hosgvjc_NlBNyNSKK4qtdoXKftpIqYCg-ufC37ZqSwiYW7puvdVKdbBnbn_QbXoQCopr4E/s1600/DSC_0129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-u_uvRpBqcC5BhnnZGoHjayT4F59EBODZm52JwtWiK5wEBOmYdj5h3TBVb0Q7ZYD2fjE42Hosgvjc_NlBNyNSKK4qtdoXKftpIqYCg-ufC37ZqSwiYW7puvdVKdbBnbn_QbXoQCopr4E/s400/DSC_0129.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhaHcgVyJzFhXB83jh7t022onLUbpoD3BbvqE96KLtIvC_MdAU6HSkzKUw1qSscLZvZkZE5MRQK9FRxyvOlDl-qb5YSyFGUVfqYtKOD8SyqrcEa7Qa9Xufml9GSGaABr2kBDSSztDVTtq/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhaHcgVyJzFhXB83jh7t022onLUbpoD3BbvqE96KLtIvC_MdAU6HSkzKUw1qSscLZvZkZE5MRQK9FRxyvOlDl-qb5YSyFGUVfqYtKOD8SyqrcEa7Qa9Xufml9GSGaABr2kBDSSztDVTtq/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-5717718553164985812013-10-19T11:42:00.000-05:002013-10-19T11:43:16.730-05:00Pumpkin CarvingFirst time pumpkin carving. Harper is her grandmother's granddaughter.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwa6cM0yDZn8nLtn3KgF9TjyNjd8nAsKu2nzOpkqBKqvkSlx9kQZEmX58k1U6An8aI12MDiuXHTNowdgJbk2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-29781608884089980862013-08-16T12:17:00.001-05:002013-08-16T12:17:39.886-05:00To Three or Not To Three?I'm back over at Alamo City Moms Blog today talking about the dilemma in our house right now - To Three or Not To Three? Come on over and visit:<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
http://alamocitymomsblog.com/2013/08/16/to-three-or-not-to-three-that-is-the-question/</div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-4384841798924484192013-08-12T08:26:00.002-05:002013-08-12T08:26:35.397-05:00Target - Mommy's Secret Little AddictionI'm over on Alamo City Moms Blog today talking about my Target obsession - head on over!<div>
<br /><div>
http://alamocitymomsblog.com/2013/08/12/target-mommys-little-secret-addiction/</div>
</div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-60754265728989547782013-08-04T21:23:00.000-05:002013-08-04T21:23:38.569-05:00Ffree Years Old!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlILa-KX5_e5WcLCMMY1uJ0iBdISmhUFGH1HRif9jVvgAhdqwM-MzW5GfNFeVsqwD24R8isgcwNnhzMZsX9L8Ht_5ruVqjsXxzdx6HRwOOEqbjnCxE1Wm3JcuqDsEJYw__PlPjj4ZG76CD/s1600/Harper3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlILa-KX5_e5WcLCMMY1uJ0iBdISmhUFGH1HRif9jVvgAhdqwM-MzW5GfNFeVsqwD24R8isgcwNnhzMZsX9L8Ht_5ruVqjsXxzdx6HRwOOEqbjnCxE1Wm3JcuqDsEJYw__PlPjj4ZG76CD/s400/Harper3.jpg" width="261" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
My Squirrel, my Squirrel! Today you are "ffree" years old! And I love you more and more with each passing day. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You are a gentle soul - sweet and nurturing. You take my face in your hands and quietly say, "I love you Mommy. You're my sweet girl." You love your little brother and like to whisk him from room to room, "Come on little Cito. You're my little lovie." </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Your shy to the outside world, cautious and careful. You analyze each situation before trusting that it is the right move. I can see your little brain at work, weighing all outcomes before you take each step. At home you are giggly, silly, and 100% three years old. You can be so funny! You spin and twirl, "Look at me Daddy! I'm spinnnnnnnning!"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You live in a little world of wonder. I hear you back in your room, lost in your thoughts and in full conversations with yourself. You will sing and dance, imagine and dream for hours on end. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Your little buddy T-Rex is still a must have and must be wrapped in Soft Blanket each night to sleep by your side. You are slowly turning from dinosaurs to princesses but a brachiosaurus or a diplodocus will still catch your eye. Sweet girl, you would spend hours lost in a pile of dress up clothes and accessories if I let you. You have a definite opinion about your fashion. Most days, you insist on wearing a "fancy dress" but you have your favorite Thomas "panties" underneath that fancy dress. And shoes? Most shoes these days, whether a flip-flip, a croc or a jelly, are "glass slippers" and your red Mary Jane is preferred over all others. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
There are times I can catch a glimpse of you at 12, at 16, at 21, and I love who I see in your future. But for now, my sweet girl, stay in your world of fairies and dreams. Cling to your innocence and your three-year-old self. These days will be gone all too soon and they make your momma weepy. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I love you my little Squirrel! "Do you know how much I love you?"....."Soooooo much!" Happy 3rd to you Harper Meabon!</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-52093175633133541132013-07-29T09:10:00.001-05:002013-07-29T09:10:46.824-05:00ACMB - Beyond the Princess<div>
I'm over on <a href="http://alamocitymomsblog.com/2013/07/29/beyond-the-princess-inspiring-role-models-for-young-girls/" target="_blank">Alamo City Moms Blog </a>today talking about my on-going battle with princesses. Come check out my post!</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://alamocitymomsblog.com/2013/07/29/beyond-the-princess-inspiring-role-models-for-young-girls/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFACjB0dstTUP34ObyusPsQs7U44Xti3eKxYG6f7Cb5YeWm2wLVGuhiO-70Vyu0sbcB6EammkmBWU0boGa2Zynu6XxKaQPdyzt7JCtVlzvIKI_jru6uEJRFP9L6yOZSDauBk1LrJ9kbm6V/s320/beyondprincess.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-80222996390576220052013-07-25T20:19:00.001-05:002013-07-25T20:19:38.909-05:00BloglovinWith the disappearance of Google Reader, many blog followers are left wondering how to follow their favorite blogs. I'm really liking Bloglovin. It's simply laid out and has a clean look to it. Check it out!<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/5935333/?claim=jd37b36y3ff">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-81225919803291527192013-07-20T14:32:00.003-05:002013-07-20T14:32:49.645-05:00Save Me a Room Next to Your'sLast week, I lost a little bit of my heart. My amazing step-dad, Steve (Grandy to you all), went to live his life with the Lord on Monday, July 8. <br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Steve had a long, courageous fight with brain cancer. When we were told 5 1/2 years ago that he had 6 months left to live, we were all devastated. We have been beyond blessed with these unexpected years. My children got to know their Grandy, got to experience his amazing love and were showered with his praise and attention. Jared and I had three full years of living back in San Antonio and less than 3 miles from my parents. We absorbed our time with Steve like sponges, knowing that this dreadful disease would one day return and steal him away.<br />
<br />
Some of you read the sweet story of Harper's last day with her Grandy on his <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/steveboswell/journal" target="_blank">Caring Bridge</a> site. She quietly asked if she could sit with Grandy, climbed up in his lap and lay still as stone while Steve gently swept his fingers over her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. They soaked each other in, almost as if they each knew their time together was limited. Just a day later, Steve would suffer from another seizure that would severely limited his ability to function.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpu3ZgHSylMdb3ouGldis2Mo2yrIB2TdY9gQ0NKZCJ7OULQvN8xpOMsdOBTvGjP3Hr8e_nZv1e1qXgq_m3e7aVLbch9Pj4vXYgYodOWQtrq5VQkwK5M-5MLIkLk7-jhU8orgFEUbpFg_S/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpu3ZgHSylMdb3ouGldis2Mo2yrIB2TdY9gQ0NKZCJ7OULQvN8xpOMsdOBTvGjP3Hr8e_nZv1e1qXgq_m3e7aVLbch9Pj4vXYgYodOWQtrq5VQkwK5M-5MLIkLk7-jhU8orgFEUbpFg_S/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
A few days later on Monday morning, Jared unexpectedly decided to stop by Mom & Steve's to say goodbye before a routine work trip. That night, my Junior League meeting ended early and knowing I had a sitter with the kids, decided to swing by at the last minute to say hello. Steve was doing pretty poorly but little did either of us know that this would be the last time we would see him. He had rallied so many times and we just knew he would rally again. But I have to say, I almost prefer that I didn't know. My last words to Steve were "I love you" and with a nod and a smile "Love you" were his last to me. What more could I ask for? Two hours later, I received the call from my mom saying he was gone.<br />
<br />
These last couple of weeks have been hard but I am so grateful that his suffering was short and his spirit is now fully restored. I am also completely overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support we have received. Wow, do we have an amazing group of friends and family!<br />
<br />
We love you Grandy but this isn't goodbye. We know we'll see you again soon, just save us a room next to your's. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-16981266917965278412013-07-15T08:33:00.000-05:002013-07-15T08:33:00.632-05:00San Antonio's Top Kid-Friendly RestaurantsCome see me over on Alamo City Moms Blog today where I'm talking about my favorite San Antonio Kid-Friendly Restaurants<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://alamocitymomsblog.com/2013/07/15/sanantoniostopkidfriendlyrestaurants/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTH3vYCvTGfAt9GNLFmpdibxpn5Z7BJ1Cc65OvGWJq0AsTl-RddhSrIHE1zL6i6mQEYGkCm9kz4_b5rFBNm2tyiUTmSsck9n_qWNebFn0nTfHH00GycICae8x5Lktpw7tun7hOHVxyZWZ/s320/kidfriendly+restaurants.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /><div>
http://alamocitymomsblog.com/2013/07/15/sanantoniostopkidfriendlyrestaurants/</div>
</div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-56691711979021136332013-07-08T08:00:00.000-05:002013-07-08T08:00:08.183-05:00Alamo City Moms Blog is LIVE!Come on over and check out my new site! <a href="http://www.alamocitymomsblog.com/" target="_blank">Alamo City Moms Blog</a> is a collaborative site written by 14 local moms posting on all things motherhood and San Antonio. And don't worry, Peek In Our World will still be alive and kickin' but today you can find me over at ACMB.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.alamocitymomsblog.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWyQSHk_T76okkilJEFx_W6NbQ2ZMtq7KrH61_cPUiZ9gakornvbegRGj9h9DpRdkiH-diRS8B8-Ulvokok78KuxhdlZwy7SNK-eFq9nLBIMQnsUof28TudKpeAFy703rl_BJA69mNpgV/s320/SAMB_watermark_logo.png" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-2938287862458078582013-07-05T08:00:00.000-05:002013-07-05T08:00:06.185-05:00Prayers for GrandyMany of you know our sweet Grandy (Steve) has been battling Glioblastoma multiforme or brain cancer for 5 years with it's reappearance this spring. Steve made the decision to end his treatment last week since it was doing so much damage to his body and his quality of life. The doctors supported and suggested this but Steve needed to come to this decision on his own. I ask you to please cover Steve and our family with your prayers as we go through these next steps in his battle. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We love Grandy so much. I know I speak for Brent, Jared and me when I say that Steve has been one of the most positive influences on any of our lives. In our family, we don't distinguish with labels like "step" as in "step-father", "step-sister" or "step-brother". When you are blessed with people in your life that might not share your blood lines but do share your love for each other as a family, labels just get thrown out the window. Please give a shout out to they Big Guy for my mom (Honey/Janet) who has been such an amazing caretaker and for my brothers, sister and me (Brent, David and Lynn) as we help support them both but mostly for Steve - peace, comfort and that His will be done.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgFNV3mAE8grhJUW8zMInRXwVx2cQW9Y1JTTl5Y0gsJMrIiRtTkbTABb9voKt7hLWt7r-sYxQL_efJiy3b7asRVFehkLo9s0L8k-i1uTasiKcKATKx05wYYhdYJuHoNwXBNsHQqVfFDDv/s1600/Grandy+&+Harper1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgFNV3mAE8grhJUW8zMInRXwVx2cQW9Y1JTTl5Y0gsJMrIiRtTkbTABb9voKt7hLWt7r-sYxQL_efJiy3b7asRVFehkLo9s0L8k-i1uTasiKcKATKx05wYYhdYJuHoNwXBNsHQqVfFDDv/s400/Grandy+&+Harper1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-27905614424933357802013-07-04T14:57:00.000-05:002013-07-04T14:59:19.792-05:00Happy 4th Y'all!Sorry for the recent absence on the blog but wishing you a little very Happy Independence Day!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwijGneIwpYA4zz2PsoxsZuhQL1hfCI9jRMFjyMMMA8iPJQOLDToCET2-6faxECZxkIEAcAcSqwgzyBAy88LaOTWxkv07OXloyuiE-GdGrymvufmcNesJ0y7RuHV-h8nCaeSGcTgpQf0ah/s1600/4th+of+July1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwijGneIwpYA4zz2PsoxsZuhQL1hfCI9jRMFjyMMMA8iPJQOLDToCET2-6faxECZxkIEAcAcSqwgzyBAy88LaOTWxkv07OXloyuiE-GdGrymvufmcNesJ0y7RuHV-h8nCaeSGcTgpQf0ah/s400/4th+of+July1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-5839373230956380902013-05-31T13:32:00.001-05:002013-05-31T13:32:35.458-05:00Harris at 15 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDyyahRqD4r2Pl39vH9kvviqe4t97IszKtcJrlBq6hfO8pH_aAkSTS_BdXAhb9TuBI9mgPSoqdSZton001-U7tOU8FK_3VjvwR8-j7nDlNH5QgF7tJ0Ss_Sd-sq3-ptIUwgqnCrBVY9AK/s1600/DSC_0033-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDyyahRqD4r2Pl39vH9kvviqe4t97IszKtcJrlBq6hfO8pH_aAkSTS_BdXAhb9TuBI9mgPSoqdSZton001-U7tOU8FK_3VjvwR8-j7nDlNH5QgF7tJ0Ss_Sd-sq3-ptIUwgqnCrBVY9AK/s400/DSC_0033-001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Harris is getting jipped lately. His sister had every month until 24 months documented to a tee. Sweet boy got cut off after 12 months so here's a little about my almost 15 month old heart breaker.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRn3T4r1h7SwzACtkEQMtgk3N8YohETV9d_TUmSoxdws9HmaLRrBEnmACjgdyo8jBRwVE9ZolrxQ_O-HVkO2M1_hSTUQ4DRLCQ_ost9WoDiD7lt1l9FEU0INpR-4wHuHPQURm4Xo9owqHs/s1600/DSC_0060-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRn3T4r1h7SwzACtkEQMtgk3N8YohETV9d_TUmSoxdws9HmaLRrBEnmACjgdyo8jBRwVE9ZolrxQ_O-HVkO2M1_hSTUQ4DRLCQ_ost9WoDiD7lt1l9FEU0INpR-4wHuHPQURm4Xo9owqHs/s400/DSC_0060-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Ten teeth. Happy boy. Dare devil. Total extrovert. Loves people and no fear of strangers. Loves being around other kids. Picky eater but eats a ton of what he does like. Words: ma {mama}, da {daddy or dog}, bir {bird}, ba {ball}. Points and grunts at everything. Strong willed. Hysterical sense of humor. Loves wagons, pull toys and brooms. Good hand eye coordination. Crawls on everything. Fearless. Walker. Runner. Sister lover. Heartbreaker. Straight haired. Eyelashes a girl would kill for!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-aypjwSCoakt_OZnJXgXkjjwx7Jf1FN03d1XGW_xP0Laiy7RSbTUp7qOcFAS0-m81wn54d7vNR0NSsr6EbR40ge2HsYjz38J65G5rLagnbD1y1geQNq30L4UFE790dnbTzjFZB2jtwFx/s1600/DSC_0005-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-aypjwSCoakt_OZnJXgXkjjwx7Jf1FN03d1XGW_xP0Laiy7RSbTUp7qOcFAS0-m81wn54d7vNR0NSsr6EbR40ge2HsYjz38J65G5rLagnbD1y1geQNq30L4UFE790dnbTzjFZB2jtwFx/s400/DSC_0005-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBuhNPUoa_g_TAK72qBYP55Pnv91W3vOsa4unTEZlUzC2XM3RwHTD3mYNXwFr_TaXZA824fjt09-uHBqNh6qRl6dHfqrM6OOUSeWQ7iy0lVZ5htAeANdlT_QSSdOqCiyZkkDhT8x0NRZG/s1600/DSC_0032-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBuhNPUoa_g_TAK72qBYP55Pnv91W3vOsa4unTEZlUzC2XM3RwHTD3mYNXwFr_TaXZA824fjt09-uHBqNh6qRl6dHfqrM6OOUSeWQ7iy0lVZ5htAeANdlT_QSSdOqCiyZkkDhT8x0NRZG/s400/DSC_0032-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisROcThpfSlBDIZkX0vb1XfrnjBcd0fJhRXXxZkdMToTV_pdxbl40jBW9uz68uT2KTDVR7L2X4A8pvZQs_AYpDEEijvDmpCyXAsd4RgswSG7sT1XX8z_x4SOUlIDWYfWameTvIFCi1p1GO/s1600/DSC_0006-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisROcThpfSlBDIZkX0vb1XfrnjBcd0fJhRXXxZkdMToTV_pdxbl40jBW9uz68uT2KTDVR7L2X4A8pvZQs_AYpDEEijvDmpCyXAsd4RgswSG7sT1XX8z_x4SOUlIDWYfWameTvIFCi1p1GO/s400/DSC_0006-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uV444h1hP64jbZ5qVOk0pA5RXOmF-CVydNNfWT9tUfRdxcH89WrnuqwASEJAfLLCh_g9qDfRfSNzSwlvcIlBBVfhX8R_3V8zOztoKzq1XaFBhUa1_ahC606CtOAHWFPQ_4kXTBgLe289/s1600/DSC_0063-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uV444h1hP64jbZ5qVOk0pA5RXOmF-CVydNNfWT9tUfRdxcH89WrnuqwASEJAfLLCh_g9qDfRfSNzSwlvcIlBBVfhX8R_3V8zOztoKzq1XaFBhUa1_ahC606CtOAHWFPQ_4kXTBgLe289/s400/DSC_0063-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HU6OEmp0-oRSRRdq3mJlJMEqgfq4-NQivJNCbVI7eUxWu3noqm6o-HrB5Il5r_udW9Ye7crkKqAircggOEjhwu-72KkGZGjiqmQPpBaG4GmMY8DClbO363dbJLy80iAJuqIAH3PEODK1/s1600/DSC_0018-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0HU6OEmp0-oRSRRdq3mJlJMEqgfq4-NQivJNCbVI7eUxWu3noqm6o-HrB5Il5r_udW9Ye7crkKqAircggOEjhwu-72KkGZGjiqmQPpBaG4GmMY8DClbO363dbJLy80iAJuqIAH3PEODK1/s400/DSC_0018-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7gjBCFF1l7Dr8h__LOyF88LDeL_BLwlm5yaKdyPxnq5h3V1gYtpTqi6ZsJk3DyH9k_imEzoW5Yzwfe65zR14exQioo8HPh3pikPYFEuaTONfM0imrw-WSMy4jKN1u9E4IN6yjnEFvUut/s1600/DSC_0066-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7gjBCFF1l7Dr8h__LOyF88LDeL_BLwlm5yaKdyPxnq5h3V1gYtpTqi6ZsJk3DyH9k_imEzoW5Yzwfe65zR14exQioo8HPh3pikPYFEuaTONfM0imrw-WSMy4jKN1u9E4IN6yjnEFvUut/s400/DSC_0066-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-59928437896191142422013-05-24T19:44:00.004-05:002013-05-24T19:44:51.679-05:00Honey Hijacking - Happy Birthday<br />
<div class="page" title="Page 1">
<div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);">
<div class="layoutArea">
<div class="column">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><i>Today is my birthday so you should all fully expect a Honey Hijacking Post. And here she goes....</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Preface: Brooke is never happy when I write a highjacking post about her. I tell her,
kindly, that if I have taken the time to write a post it would be tacky of her not to post it.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Thus, Happy 33</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 8.000000pt; vertical-align: 3.000000pt;">rd </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Birthday Boogie!!!
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Thirty-three years ago today I was a mere 26 years old, we had Brent, 19 months and I
had gone to the hospital twice already in false labor. Brooke was about 10 days past
her due date and finally after about 18 hours of induction my labor began and one, yes I
said ONE hour later there she was...TADA, I had a l girl, well I had a 9 lb. 2 oz. little girl!
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKnIoTSB9K_za3odphU4KXCQQP9QSqThvAxdbkBZdjjkAJJEHpHBCZ9D5SYYoboJHEtYbchk6nl_ZicWbVhvEE8G4XjPTH6q4s1vSShCyvvPSgAyeYjzwnauTKZeFcwEgW3bs9IDLAT2e/s1600/BB%231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKnIoTSB9K_za3odphU4KXCQQP9QSqThvAxdbkBZdjjkAJJEHpHBCZ9D5SYYoboJHEtYbchk6nl_ZicWbVhvEE8G4XjPTH6q4s1vSShCyvvPSgAyeYjzwnauTKZeFcwEgW3bs9IDLAT2e/s320/BB%231.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Boog was such a happy baby. Legend (and it is legend) has it that I dropped her off at
Mother’s Day Out on the way home from the hospital. What an exaggeration! Brooke
was 2 weeks old when she entered MDO. I had made sure I was president of our
church’s little MDO program just to ensure my precious darlings would have a place to
go so I could well, breathe!
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">So Brooke grew and she grew, mainly because after breastfeeding for about 6 months I
put her on formula. I poured that thick creamy formula straight out of that Similac can in
to that bottle and down it went. Easy peasy Brooke was sleeping, happy and fat! Then
one day several months later I happened to look down and glance at the label...there it
was CONCENTRATE oops!
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzkCoSns_TUyewt6VtVdTt3zT0PEiYeXLQmh4PCNHqOZnvzUghBYPRklCk3Gm3xCmPhAJkimn7UOEsS_r0-dVgig7vJZpvR39KQnhWKRXPAaRKtr8b8g0aH7uCTXBMyd5rV97DTPrFXrA/s1600/Boog%232.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzkCoSns_TUyewt6VtVdTt3zT0PEiYeXLQmh4PCNHqOZnvzUghBYPRklCk3Gm3xCmPhAJkimn7UOEsS_r0-dVgig7vJZpvR39KQnhWKRXPAaRKtr8b8g0aH7uCTXBMyd5rV97DTPrFXrA/s320/Boog%232.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Brooke has always been fearless. We spend most of our summer days at the country
club swimming pool. In Midland, many of the young moms were members and we
would gather at the pool for hours and hours in the sun. Sunscreen, well no, not really,
instead one summer I decided to squirt Sun-In in Boogie’s hair not only turning it white
but soon after a lovely shade of green. At two years I looked up one day and found
Brooke standing on the HIGH diving board yelling proudly, “Mommy watch me!”
Lifeguards and I jumped into place and Boog boldly bounded with a little splat into those
deep waters. At 4 years she was standing on her tip toes to make the height
requirement to ride the Mine Train Roller Coaster, Brooke was indomitable!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKFVXCfa3FPSPsxhZ2TJhGBwTVuJcAO9waZ-Y1H6FlqDvUZIUFAVwQGJGZEvw8hidHatigptlMhO9wsZX_Lv3uX0mapLcvO6wir3eRHwWMWa3XQcOkR9cmhSoJZVQCKx2t0PdPZzULmL1/s1600/Boog+%233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKFVXCfa3FPSPsxhZ2TJhGBwTVuJcAO9waZ-Y1H6FlqDvUZIUFAVwQGJGZEvw8hidHatigptlMhO9wsZX_Lv3uX0mapLcvO6wir3eRHwWMWa3XQcOkR9cmhSoJZVQCKx2t0PdPZzULmL1/s320/Boog+%233.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVTdmeUqhW19UOtbvC5oE3MgoSlO-3Kmn77vBvuMhNyEDEosRAviHRjv3V9UcijggcfayB_7bY4JGzldMdpgJacm5zDtF2mIEdB2gIKyPmqPHRgjhwF6dsb_jMv5c3FJ5MkGlP9YA6v0J/s1600/Boog+white+haired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVTdmeUqhW19UOtbvC5oE3MgoSlO-3Kmn77vBvuMhNyEDEosRAviHRjv3V9UcijggcfayB_7bY4JGzldMdpgJacm5zDtF2mIEdB2gIKyPmqPHRgjhwF6dsb_jMv5c3FJ5MkGlP9YA6v0J/s320/Boog+white+haired.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">On the other hand, I know it might be hard to believe, but Brooke was a very shy child.
Adults at church would speak to my little toddler and she would stick her head under my
dress. She sang in the church angel choir and at 3 years would stand in front of the
entire congregation not singing but stuffing her dress in her IC ruffled panties. When
asked why she answered, she didn’t know what else to do, all those people were too
scary.
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiIBvkmmvu64_CDbdDvSwA5h3nlgBO8AzZ95rS445TSvqs9LcTe4Zh4J6k_OLnD7YHuvAcZ7uhsevAaNFgZJklmSF93cClSpoQWpGJCKXuodOmVrC4RxAIFYoUJzNGVYfaWpVeZWmWeUx/s1600/Boog%236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiIBvkmmvu64_CDbdDvSwA5h3nlgBO8AzZ95rS445TSvqs9LcTe4Zh4J6k_OLnD7YHuvAcZ7uhsevAaNFgZJklmSF93cClSpoQWpGJCKXuodOmVrC4RxAIFYoUJzNGVYfaWpVeZWmWeUx/s320/Boog%236.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJc17yJbqqhldg8h0t_3bdICYkpuIuSDdR3F4jK8boPGGrGm2kfnc-SxXTRevpU3N664QVrWBWUDqjrfsgJKRnE6BF4jPDbkEw4Wgp0WmSxUR9_OnO5FUN4qz2u_J4laWZO4HYdZYnWdQK/s1600/bb+tan+with+white+hair.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJc17yJbqqhldg8h0t_3bdICYkpuIuSDdR3F4jK8boPGGrGm2kfnc-SxXTRevpU3N664QVrWBWUDqjrfsgJKRnE6BF4jPDbkEw4Wgp0WmSxUR9_OnO5FUN4qz2u_J4laWZO4HYdZYnWdQK/s320/bb+tan+with+white+hair.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">It wasn’t until Bowie Elementary School in Midland, Tx that Brooke came out of her
shell. As hard as I had tried to entice my little girl to be less inhibited little did I know the
answer lay in Christie Van Husen. Christie was Brooke’s friend, she was well-
mannered, polite like you have never seen polite, her smile lit up the classroom and
teachers loved her. Brooke, having a bit of a competitive nature, had an ah ha moment
and realized if she turned into a Christie she too might find favor in those who were
influential. So overnight Brooke became an outgoing, vivacious, well over achiever, and </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">she did it well. With her Sally Jesse Raphael big red glasses (they were adult size, but
she would have nothing to do with the child size version-always a bit of a fashionista)
Brooke began winning the hearts of those around her. She would be the lead in a play,
she would sing solos in church (I never knew she could sing until I saw her
performance), she would write essays and win city contests in the GT program, she was
voted queen at Camp Longhorn when she was 12 and wore her crown on top of her
backward baseball cap. My sweet girl was becoming a person I could never imagine
being. I was so proud of her accomplishments and so thankful for the graciousness of
the way she dealt with her failures. It’s an amazing thing when you realize that your
children have gifts that are far greater than anything you have within yourself, it’s a
wonderful gift.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pkzw9reM6gOrCG1a18YvV6w2OVkNYD7ydVPDzqkTDFKhTnWFxQX-KFhGB95dpOC52qD0f8IKIJeK9fo-YKTSWa5yTN5UqeMLZNN3sZn_-eJr10QHkBB48nPTIZZHzIjLEXEBGJ-iLeXf/s1600/Boog+red+glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pkzw9reM6gOrCG1a18YvV6w2OVkNYD7ydVPDzqkTDFKhTnWFxQX-KFhGB95dpOC52qD0f8IKIJeK9fo-YKTSWa5yTN5UqeMLZNN3sZn_-eJr10QHkBB48nPTIZZHzIjLEXEBGJ-iLeXf/s320/Boog+red+glasses.jpg" width="165" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPMfGe8rbPYNfzfTOih10TKZqIcxdDseMnx8wA5sHBBkk5EdutFgxv8Hmt6mJ2uniE8ePxzYy0ukBLdmSACfBSe9AJAgikWZ0WL2TYqKb9i7zt1Lywj5_DrdrU2jwevYohyZSwP2ysIVX/s1600/Boog+%235+.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPMfGe8rbPYNfzfTOih10TKZqIcxdDseMnx8wA5sHBBkk5EdutFgxv8Hmt6mJ2uniE8ePxzYy0ukBLdmSACfBSe9AJAgikWZ0WL2TYqKb9i7zt1Lywj5_DrdrU2jwevYohyZSwP2ysIVX/s320/Boog+%235+.jpeg" width="236" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXzplwMFhK-HJ3h6HmeH1P79EkRCTRXZUE4-BsAVAuJudFwh7EM3MgQZAYBOQ9LOaoiMbmV_p0weNq6GACm6DkxAqT7EMerVaqJAWft9bOR3lUlh7MCxxcL23tgP0hQ76QobkJeQ7yky4/s1600/Boog+&+Steph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXzplwMFhK-HJ3h6HmeH1P79EkRCTRXZUE4-BsAVAuJudFwh7EM3MgQZAYBOQ9LOaoiMbmV_p0weNq6GACm6DkxAqT7EMerVaqJAWft9bOR3lUlh7MCxxcL23tgP0hQ76QobkJeQ7yky4/s320/Boog+&+Steph.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="page" title="Page 2">
<div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(100.000000%, 100.000000%, 100.000000%);">
<div class="layoutArea">
<div class="column">
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Fast forward to the present, I tell Brooke often that I’m sorry I was not the mother to her
and Brent that she is to Harper and Harris. I am so proud when I see my daughter
discipline her children with such firm love and love them so tenderly and teach them the
things that they are interested in, instead of the things she finds interest in.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">I am thankful that she and Jared have such a sound and fun relationship. Their love
and laughter bubbles over into their children, it is a joy to watch.
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2N5BhpY4d9bvfUNAzAEKSeA7yknkCQ5c3ggZOBhZLdgsC3Ctyo_w6gkJd9m-ZU-jl9nP4izXOeFVxnPxKSu0CJihbfwqnxZCKKMiL5QIFkVcT40-asKLY_88fnKfzUgpGgUUmWWRJx5QX/s1600/Meabonslast.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2N5BhpY4d9bvfUNAzAEKSeA7yknkCQ5c3ggZOBhZLdgsC3Ctyo_w6gkJd9m-ZU-jl9nP4izXOeFVxnPxKSu0CJihbfwqnxZCKKMiL5QIFkVcT40-asKLY_88fnKfzUgpGgUUmWWRJx5QX/s320/Meabonslast.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">I could go on and on but I’m afraid if I did Brooke would begin delete my praises, so I
will end here by saying I am thankful for my daughter. She has stood by our sides these
last difficult 5 years and there is never a day that she is not there for me. God gifted me
with two of the most incredible human beings and today I celebrate my baby girl’s life.
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">I wish you the Happiest of Birthdays Boogie...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMA1ylIB4tWCmV7jbEoqDzqq6FLD1KC9EeL8xPR23avbMa0hbq95ksxak1jaHun0npCbxGYRirWNTE6VxwcQ2Kw64On5zWiWn2cyNHF3V2AotiW60cFAbHXsa46J52hkOiQJaRcnqvCzz/s1600/Birthday+very+last.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMA1ylIB4tWCmV7jbEoqDzqq6FLD1KC9EeL8xPR23avbMa0hbq95ksxak1jaHun0npCbxGYRirWNTE6VxwcQ2Kw64On5zWiWn2cyNHF3V2AotiW60cFAbHXsa46J52hkOiQJaRcnqvCzz/s320/Birthday+very+last.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">With much love,
Mom </span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-66025406574857700772013-05-20T22:06:00.001-05:002013-05-20T22:08:52.308-05:00The Tidal Wave of the Princesses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKU7SVJvlwJYKVJtTgzfQrguOuBNNp40mbTaSTJlZOoV7hjr8RsxMkoDqDa03f7yVMvi0ALwEj8HWjF_JNIhTcayE06PXGEFG0hd8mWnU_Eo1TI5Xo_Dga_HZgNcVaBVOuklYsoNF1pJ9J/s1600/photo+(6)-002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKU7SVJvlwJYKVJtTgzfQrguOuBNNp40mbTaSTJlZOoV7hjr8RsxMkoDqDa03f7yVMvi0ALwEj8HWjF_JNIhTcayE06PXGEFG0hd8mWnU_Eo1TI5Xo_Dga_HZgNcVaBVOuklYsoNF1pJ9J/s400/photo+(6)-002.JPG" width="285" /></a></div>
It started with a tiny little ripple. The waves were so small that you might not see them unless you looked hard enough. That was back in March - Easter weekend to be exact. Potty training had recommenced and was in full swing. I had created a sticker chart to map out the Squirrel's progress and pasted it right in front of the potty seat so she could see her success every time she went. I stopped in Target to grab stickers for the chart. The dollar bins were full of sticker sheets - score! I reached in and grabbed a huge assortment - smiley faces, hearts, Alice in Wonderland, dinosaurs, 101 Dalmatians, stars, Disney Princesses, farm animals, zoo animals. A variety of assortment, right? But did you catch it? Oh, it was in there. Sneaking in while I unsuspectingly purchased away.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The waves began to build momentum. Not a huge amount of force but enough to feel if you were floating out on the ocean. Enough to rock you up, down, up, down, up, down in the rhythmic movement of the waves. Success on the potty! Stickers each time. The Squirrel would go to her cabinet, open it up, lay all of her stickers out and pick out just the perfect one to celebrate her success. She began with the stars and smiley faces. Soon the dinosaurs took over - that was no surprise. Then it became a slow mix of each different type of sticker. But they were there all along, smiling at her with those seductive eyes, those sparkles and shiny teeth. Cinderella was the first to be selected. She was placed on the sticker chart at random, not much thought put into it. But she was there, smiling out at The Squirrel through every potty attempt. Just tempting her, waiting for her moment to strike. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
A few successes later and Tiana was selected. Joining forces with Cinderella and adding to the waves as they built momentum. You could now see them if you were flying over head in a plane, their white frothy foam showing the speed and force they were gaining. Sleeping Beauty - she was next, pink dress, coy glance over her shoulder. She knew what she was doing as those little hands placed her, this time, with care in just the right spot. And then they came in rapid succession, all other stickers being forgotten.<br />
<br />
"Which sticker are you going to pick this time?" I'd innocently ask.<br />
<br />
"A princess sticker!" she proclaim, proud of her potty success. Snow White, Ariel, Belle, Jasmine...they were flying up with such speed, I didn't know what was happening. And then, they lulled her in - those dazzling colorful dresses and cascading curls. The questions started as we sat and waited for the tinkle to come each time. <br />
<br />
"What's her name Mommy? The one in the blue? Tell me Mommy, tell me about the princesses." <br />
<br />
What choice did I have? How could I turn my back on that curious little mind? So I'd tell her their names and a tiny little tidbit I knew. <br />
<br />
"Oh, that red head. Her name is Ariel and she swims in the sea. Don't you want to be a strong swimmer this summer? We'll go to the pool" I'd add, as if I could redirect her little mind away from the princess and to something productive and useful.<br />
<br />
The waves are now full strength, a surfer's paradise, building momentum with each interaction. Woosh, woosh, woosh! We had a bump in the potty training road. Harper stopped tinkling. I mean it. She STOPPED tinkling. Like, altogether decided she wasn't going to do it anymore. Oh, she had to go. You could see those little toes curling, her eyes watering, her legs dancing as she held it in but for 24 hours, not a single drop, not a single accident, not even in her sleep. She held that tinkle with all her might. What was I to do? I begged, I pleaded, I tried reasoning with her. And then, I caved. Bribery - a mother's best friend and worst enemy. Dinosaurs - no. A new twirly dress - no. A fun new cup and plate - no. Ugh, do I go there? Don't do it.....don't do it......don't do it......a Cinderella doll -she took pause, her eyes lit up. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdY6v6f_eR4s3FsXMVhqMlll85xdT73VK3u0n59A_2H4hyphenhyphenQz6E9sIAfkbjTZWHy8yo-wilzt6mzvga_vCcimoVDSZgOpJ31g2oXciDRW3gtKnzI0hyhOt3-_639wOl7jVAZ3NO5kvVkSCV/s1600/photo-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdY6v6f_eR4s3FsXMVhqMlll85xdT73VK3u0n59A_2H4hyphenhyphenQz6E9sIAfkbjTZWHy8yo-wilzt6mzvga_vCcimoVDSZgOpJ31g2oXciDRW3gtKnzI0hyhOt3-_639wOl7jVAZ3NO5kvVkSCV/s320/photo-001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
"A Cinda-wewwa doll?" she asked. Oh crap. It was out of my mouth....and she was interested.<br />
<br />
"Yes Harper. A Cinderella doll. If you'll just tinkle on the potty, Mommy will buy you a Cinderella doll."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLa9-RvtCh6WcoULK-3wf3iPJqICiyEmKoD7lPXCee9NqoEV5eGpRmljoxvqi35D9AXxNV9snH_uX96hlP5AHoUFf0OPfOWBMZeHB3lhzZXNETHFSRRLG4m854SUL6AdSdQ_CTJ7Ojanf/s1600/photo+(2)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLa9-RvtCh6WcoULK-3wf3iPJqICiyEmKoD7lPXCee9NqoEV5eGpRmljoxvqi35D9AXxNV9snH_uX96hlP5AHoUFf0OPfOWBMZeHB3lhzZXNETHFSRRLG4m854SUL6AdSdQ_CTJ7Ojanf/s400/photo+(2)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8KC54yFWAlisYjgkZth1x7tzSqc8dDT_qt-YGRtp8feS2FQEPBWNt0-tVMF6vC3YHa_w8LSttfq-q7OqWHelO2w8_KNzUz-LuIKugSiYm9byAW07yK80Z6_LwmtNNKNfgRQilmUBA5wA/s1600/photo+(3)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8KC54yFWAlisYjgkZth1x7tzSqc8dDT_qt-YGRtp8feS2FQEPBWNt0-tVMF6vC3YHa_w8LSttfq-q7OqWHelO2w8_KNzUz-LuIKugSiYm9byAW07yK80Z6_LwmtNNKNfgRQilmUBA5wA/s400/photo+(3)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
And the tidal wave of flashing tiaras, sparkly princess dresses, shiny hair, glitter, songs and magic wands came crashing down over me, my child, my house and my being, engulfing me....we are now a Disney Princess house. NOOOOOO!!!!! But when you see delight and excitement in the eyes of that sweet little face, how can you turn away? And no, I didn't stop with just the doll. The Squirrel now owns a full on Cinderella dress to match her Cinderella doll....which she puts on the minute she wakes up, along with her clickety-clackety high heels and tiara. The heels and tiara were already in her dress up box but had been previously ignored until now. Now she is completely aware of them. Cinderella sleeps in bed with her, joins us for meals at the dinner table, is best buds with T-Rex. She is<i> everywhere</i>.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewefKn5WpeER2bNwgFNd8RObEk1Nt92L8EtkYmzbwEcqcbehBj674a4xlXxhY1z6dDUT0uEos3EDm5JbyEbClBstR7PuKFN6UJtwtFe2pRboExBHUq58gnk-aBtQmQ0PTKkMo3h7yGPkL/s1600/photo+(5)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewefKn5WpeER2bNwgFNd8RObEk1Nt92L8EtkYmzbwEcqcbehBj674a4xlXxhY1z6dDUT0uEos3EDm5JbyEbClBstR7PuKFN6UJtwtFe2pRboExBHUq58gnk-aBtQmQ0PTKkMo3h7yGPkL/s320/photo+(5)-001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
I was recently asked what I had against Disney Princesses. I know, I know. I'm a total hypocrite. Your talking to the girl that was a princess EVERY YEAR for Halloween for 5 years, refusing to be anything but a beautiful princess. But after I passed those tender years of innocence, I have become somewhat of a feminist. Now that I have a little girl of my own, I don't want her thinking she can only be successful with a Prince Charming in her life - that she must be saved by a man for her dreams to come true. I don't want her thinking that beauty is the only way to success in this world. I want her to grow up valuing things like books, science, math, <i>her brain</i> - knowing that an education is going to be her ticket in this world, not skipping through a forest waiting for someone to save her. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgct9ck0VqsxCS4tQvC8-fUwpL3sTP9JkieJnpMM3iJc17sATbxDrqZsyb2EpHo9f50R5P7gKs01AJ1HzzuMGFzQ2wYm_V2AXrGSCEClUOxIWuc8wOKlN5LQiIQjM01I-aPqcdJm-NNUYNP/s1600/photo+(4)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgct9ck0VqsxCS4tQvC8-fUwpL3sTP9JkieJnpMM3iJc17sATbxDrqZsyb2EpHo9f50R5P7gKs01AJ1HzzuMGFzQ2wYm_V2AXrGSCEClUOxIWuc8wOKlN5LQiIQjM01I-aPqcdJm-NNUYNP/s400/photo+(4)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
Don't even get me started on Disney's unabashed flaunting of these characters on everything from diapers to fruit to bicycles just to make an extra dollar. It gets under my skin that my child wants the super sugary cereal over the delicious healthy one just because it has Sleeping Beauty plastered all over it (not that she gets the super sugary cereal in case you were wondering). And when did they make the Disney Princesses sexy? Have you see them lately? Cinderella's neckline has plunged, her bosom has expanded and she looks like she's had lip injections. Why, oh why, are they making them look like Real Housewives?<br />
<br />
But maybe I'm thinking a little too deep on this one. I admit, it is pretty funny to watch her prance around in her gown and heels with T-Rex in a choke hold, placing a tiara on her little brother's head as she says, "I'm Cinderella and you're Belle." My battle now will be moderation. Okay Disney Princesses, come on in but only in moderation. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQGoH-wxmwu_9BRCW1JZDVZL7yVZy1521iQCTD-CDEfwFbmRlwf1eSMUpNEGikdwM2OmvzoscsYlVn3jR_Rt1_xkSRUSD329QsLgYsgkvaDkMHBNluvo127BB_ql55JTNQV3GeQrsFm8Y/s1600/photo+(7)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQGoH-wxmwu_9BRCW1JZDVZL7yVZy1521iQCTD-CDEfwFbmRlwf1eSMUpNEGikdwM2OmvzoscsYlVn3jR_Rt1_xkSRUSD329QsLgYsgkvaDkMHBNluvo127BB_ql55JTNQV3GeQrsFm8Y/s400/photo+(7)-001.JPG" width="285" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-63921514729381608852013-05-17T22:20:00.000-05:002013-05-17T22:20:03.797-05:00BIG ANNOUNCEMENTI am beyond thrilled to announce my new website that will be launching later this summer, Alamo City Moms Blog! This website is part of the City Moms Blog Network and it will be a website dedicated to all things mom and all things San Antonio. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrL1076lBFeuG0U5kq9NUejWvCDt0ol1IOVNiiS1xaSuZLth23oYfTCnOa0HY8CAcJ1Ym-fwa_LCPZEM-4pxtQHOOsR-46aLA4aiGj-aTNTmDmxwPS67-SwO-da0fxsenOhJgK2I1IPgH5/s1600/SAMB_facebook_profile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrL1076lBFeuG0U5kq9NUejWvCDt0ol1IOVNiiS1xaSuZLth23oYfTCnOa0HY8CAcJ1Ym-fwa_LCPZEM-4pxtQHOOsR-46aLA4aiGj-aTNTmDmxwPS67-SwO-da0fxsenOhJgK2I1IPgH5/s400/SAMB_facebook_profile.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /><div>
<br /></div>
<div>
How in the world did this come about, you ask? Well, long story short, a little lady by the name of Lindsay Rouse is from New Orleans. Lindsay, her husband and their son, Jack, now live here in San Antonio. Her friends are the founders of New Orleans Moms Blog and she loved the site so much that she wanted to bring it here to SA. She started the work and in her search for contributors, reached out to me. We got to talkin' (or I should say emailin') and low and behold, she was looking for a co-founder. Well double low and behold, I've been searching for a way to dip my foot back into the working world but wanted what many moms want but can never find - something that still let's me be a full time mom but that I can do in my own time, that's manageable with kids and brings in a little extra dinero. I've always thought "fat chance finding that" but hellllooooo Alamo City Moms Blog! </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
So we are currently in the throws of getting this bad boy up and running but how can you support me? Start by liking our Facebook page to stay updated on all the latest news for Alamo City Moms Blog. We're also on Twitter and Instagram. Just search Alamo City Moms Blog. And don't worry, I'll post all the deets here when we launch so you won't miss a thing.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
If you know of anyone that might be a great writer, lives in or around San Antonio and is a mom, send them my way! I'd love to see if they would be a good fit for the team we are assembling We are currently looking for 10 or so contributors for the site. Or if you own or work with a local business that would want to advertise on our site, gain visibility through giveaways or product reviews, let me know! You can reach me at peekinourworld@gmail.com</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Can't wait to see what this new adventure has in store for us! And don't worry, Peek In Our World will continue as the latest and greatest in our little Meabon world. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-68755210653454591732013-05-17T21:29:00.001-05:002013-05-17T21:29:25.630-05:00Good news....no, GREAT news!For those of you keeping up with Steve on Mom's Caring Bridge Site, you already know. For those of you not in the know, Steve had a great appointment with his oncologist, Dr. Fichtel, today.<br />
<br />
It was just a few short weeks ago that all appointments - neuro, oncology, cardio, etc - were giving Steve a few months, even a few weeks to live with the reoccurance of his brain tumor. Well, as I like to say "IN YO' FACE BRAIN TUMOR!" Steve is reacting to the Avastin! His tumor is shrinking and those weeks and months are increasing by the day. Hip hip hooray! God is GOOD!<br />
<br />
His brain has sustained injury and trauma with the previously rapid growth of the tumor so he has lost more word finding, can be pretty unsteady on his feet and is tired from both the treatment and his brain working in overdrive from the damage. Mom and Steve are trying to find their "new normal" but looks like we'll have the time to do it. We are so grateful to have more time with our sweet Grandy. We are overjoyed. <br />
<br />
You can read my mom's beautiful words at: www.caringbridge.org/visit/SteveBoswellBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-3679134324862113792013-05-12T21:14:00.000-05:002013-05-12T21:14:22.071-05:00Omphalocele UpdateIn the midst of a crazy Fiesta week in San Antonio, we loaded up the car and headed to Houston for Harper's check up at TCH. We had been told in the fall that we would plan for surgery this summer based on her stomach and how it was looking. The muscles are still splaying and when she strains, her stomach has a bulge that pops out - kind of like a giant, vertical hernia in the middle of her stomach. We had also been given the directions to either put her back in PT or keep her in gymnastics but to focus on strengthening her abdomen and core muscles. So we've kept up with the gymnastics which Harps loves but I don't see a future as the next Gabby Douglas - the Squirrel has her mother's unfortunate lack of coordination. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You can imagine our surprise and happiness when Dr. Cass said he was very pleased with how Harper was looking and wanted to see her back in the fall - no need for surgery this summer! Dr. Cass said her abdominal muscles were looking much better than they were earlier this year and he'd like to hold off a little longer to see what kind of natural repair her body can do on it's own before taking medical action. He does still feel like she'll need surgery at some point but the better she looks on her own, the less invasive the surgery will need to be. There can still be some improvement to those core muscles and surgery will eventually help. He also thinks we can help the look of her stomach from a cosmetic standpoint. But overall, he was pleased and you can only imagine how happy we were to not have to worry about surgery over the summer with all we have going on with Steve. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
On a side note, Harper's parents are idiots. Harris stayed overnight with Honey and Grandy so that we could give our full attention to what we thought would be a pre-surgery appointment. While Harper loves her little brother and the constant audience he provides for her, she loves having her mom and dad all to herself every now and again. We went out to dinner the night before her appointment in Houston. Walking back to the car, the Squirrel was holding both of our hands, wanting to be swung in between us. Apparently, our swinging must have been a little too exciting because by the time we got to the car, she was screaming in pain and complaining about her arm hurting. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
After a night in pain and tears spent in a hotel room with a two year old, we thought we had done some serious damage and were feeling like pretty crappy parents. Thankfully we had our TCH appointment and asked if they could take a look. They booked us in with ortho, sent us over for x-rays and added about 2 hours on to our appointment and trip back home. Well, low and behold, while the x-rays were being taken, she miraculously healed. The crying stopped and by the time the doctor from ortho came to see us, we had a Squirrel that was laughing and singing. Apparently, we gave her nursemaid's elbow - we pulled her elbow out of joint. Awesome. When they took her x-rays, her arm was being twisted to get different shots and they managed to accidentally pop her arm back in socket.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
So moral of the story - don't swing your kids around by their arms! And if you're going to, be sure you have an appointment somewhere on the campus of Texas Children's Hospital the next day. </div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-50492571907079410812013-05-10T13:45:00.001-05:002013-05-10T13:49:00.410-05:00T-Rex is RealWe have a very exciting announcement from the Meabon household! Some of you might have already guessed by seeing pictures on Instagram but......we have a new member of the Meabon household! That's right folks, introducing Meabon #3 otherwise known as T-Rex Meabon. <br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
T-Rex came to us on Harper's birthday last year, a gift from Uncle Brentie. He was immediately loved but over the last 9 months, he has truly becoming our third child. In Harper's mind, T-Rex is as alive as her little brother. This hit me when she finished an art project a few weeks ago, jumped down from her chair, ran into her room, climbed up on the bed, held it out in front of her little friend and said, "Look T-Rex, look what I made!" As evidenced by the pictures on my iPhone, T-Rex is alive and breathing and accompanies us most places.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6Oj9BotJB9iBrgiepCTroJXL2fsRvYH91TKGXMEBPe8BH0bdADXwUCzvsmO0fccaVwsVl3rGbSVgvW1NwV1XdzWIEnkRjV_dVpDc9vMexaPg1f1KP-AcP9joDqiLfTEs5LctE2RtdzG2/s1600/photo+(16)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6Oj9BotJB9iBrgiepCTroJXL2fsRvYH91TKGXMEBPe8BH0bdADXwUCzvsmO0fccaVwsVl3rGbSVgvW1NwV1XdzWIEnkRjV_dVpDc9vMexaPg1f1KP-AcP9joDqiLfTEs5LctE2RtdzG2/s400/photo+(16)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">T-Rex rides in the car</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhscMEtxKsdnRHW2ytZOZscNZXeao37_aTdszBbEEOeMA_IidsF7ROTTR2wrtZdIyDzoj_vfZo8SsNVBpf2u-x8YFy0kvQJ44BuIoTjdb0Z-M22MqcfO0UsGBrIE_PuGy0S9fNqpUNs7USk/s1600/photo+(15)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhscMEtxKsdnRHW2ytZOZscNZXeao37_aTdszBbEEOeMA_IidsF7ROTTR2wrtZdIyDzoj_vfZo8SsNVBpf2u-x8YFy0kvQJ44BuIoTjdb0Z-M22MqcfO0UsGBrIE_PuGy0S9fNqpUNs7USk/s400/photo+(15)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and dances in the car</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDzP_ulf3QlVu6IsAhDnnG9QNwyr9ol8DbDltQi5NLu0Kx8ubT8QzpVwqAoO79-sqdCoQln8MdrZ-BRDD9zkcblyDmZ-NsUSnegO2VYKEBJVfVWw2B0M_VPVyZIyzSKkIKvPF7aMquSMG/s1600/photo+(2)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDzP_ulf3QlVu6IsAhDnnG9QNwyr9ol8DbDltQi5NLu0Kx8ubT8QzpVwqAoO79-sqdCoQln8MdrZ-BRDD9zkcblyDmZ-NsUSnegO2VYKEBJVfVWw2B0M_VPVyZIyzSKkIKvPF7aMquSMG/s400/photo+(2)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He frolics in the bluebonnets</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzKhfyV-HxVPmoPjvkNWuM0LxXsOoBt8lxIKRQVG1tiGc6oN9Gmovv3dpI74REmQ7XGxvoN6fh6FyRGAe4aS9EtlbnkRPNMU2x6cCvMFxiz_RODYeKoUatDMZVse6rvgMWgpwfhyphenhyphenRgI5C/s1600/photo+(12)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzKhfyV-HxVPmoPjvkNWuM0LxXsOoBt8lxIKRQVG1tiGc6oN9Gmovv3dpI74REmQ7XGxvoN6fh6FyRGAe4aS9EtlbnkRPNMU2x6cCvMFxiz_RODYeKoUatDMZVse6rvgMWgpwfhyphenhyphenRgI5C/s400/photo+(12)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and swings on the swings at the park.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVoW8pigq3HsyxRMdTvQf0wnC9b5aVN57yC2Lh6p4nofgc9Ax80H6GBn8RMtwd8tKaU0cXPrPumZg2cADowcqCcfml4YCnpO5PKzMs2_LrwaU2vRo42lG3oYcRmd0gdpdq9dnm54Itsee/s1600/photo+(11)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVoW8pigq3HsyxRMdTvQf0wnC9b5aVN57yC2Lh6p4nofgc9Ax80H6GBn8RMtwd8tKaU0cXPrPumZg2cADowcqCcfml4YCnpO5PKzMs2_LrwaU2vRo42lG3oYcRmd0gdpdq9dnm54Itsee/s400/photo+(11)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">T-Rex has great dental hygiene.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI14BcRDZMahVmS3rMOdmH9Z3I-T_K4CIJah6ccDKmoIluCzH7-qBA_48qUbJc5dJ_PQi3gOLRgKUti5j0zKvkMLmKmL9DSsdS863dX3G_f8vXEXEqya2hKv3ywOS6hHJMXLQz5l46JQCS/s1600/photo+(5)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI14BcRDZMahVmS3rMOdmH9Z3I-T_K4CIJah6ccDKmoIluCzH7-qBA_48qUbJc5dJ_PQi3gOLRgKUti5j0zKvkMLmKmL9DSsdS863dX3G_f8vXEXEqya2hKv3ywOS6hHJMXLQz5l46JQCS/s400/photo+(5)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He joins us for every meal and even has a designated seat at the breakfast table.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RTdYtEbufb8t8B80oCPDw3kbx2R1mArDXORr5VZaXJ2DORj04fp__Gtd5RWAPhkmefRtiJ4TiQXJuZG_cwRDBvsk_9crvK0nvGq4kPJfoSz_bW9jame4jYoUH1uAI3egXRr5x2tS9VRM/s1600/photo+(13)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RTdYtEbufb8t8B80oCPDw3kbx2R1mArDXORr5VZaXJ2DORj04fp__Gtd5RWAPhkmefRtiJ4TiQXJuZG_cwRDBvsk_9crvK0nvGq4kPJfoSz_bW9jame4jYoUH1uAI3egXRr5x2tS9VRM/s400/photo+(13)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes he shares Harper's meal,</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr8QeSyWorFIvDw_1u-jhdOXGmI8BxQjC5Dsfqbdia0oGFKzYHfAcLXyGsqtMpAulUx7pwnFlI795G8tzqR9e-pcw0XSpRfq2gScHOLyRwXs9jrX3dvsa8UGCyYfgvg_SfagWESSW8HkA/s1600/photo+(6)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr8QeSyWorFIvDw_1u-jhdOXGmI8BxQjC5Dsfqbdia0oGFKzYHfAcLXyGsqtMpAulUx7pwnFlI795G8tzqR9e-pcw0XSpRfq2gScHOLyRwXs9jrX3dvsa8UGCyYfgvg_SfagWESSW8HkA/s400/photo+(6)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">but Harper always makes sure he has his favorite foods: meat, ham and coffee.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgay7wORzHqsDjGeh8DAjUvBOTfGvNEJCXYU2BZjVLcHuCL-KaZNvmKYcqFT-MnBu-dOSvzSzXATHpPYMcaa2B97I4RfurSvgArFLVnvLJ1yNTZkC9AIdEjqk7TljFZwycbcCWssvBN2Kow/s400/photo+(10)-001.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">T-Rex loves the Zoo.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYBKQjMF7NlEflW-VV4SuA43TKxzeTz7nGTiAfUn-vpY_J04UANA9Ntrx7r_bLCU3B5O6pzWBO2-cIrs-gvfwKSP-jyFGWy0LetiPLklSf0b9pTiH6pMQrYtgdQMlxiQfTKehDRjBSf4h/s1600/photo+(8)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYBKQjMF7NlEflW-VV4SuA43TKxzeTz7nGTiAfUn-vpY_J04UANA9Ntrx7r_bLCU3B5O6pzWBO2-cIrs-gvfwKSP-jyFGWy0LetiPLklSf0b9pTiH6pMQrYtgdQMlxiQfTKehDRjBSf4h/s400/photo+(8)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption">(I love the look on the face of the photobomber in this one)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgay7wORzHqsDjGeh8DAjUvBOTfGvNEJCXYU2BZjVLcHuCL-KaZNvmKYcqFT-MnBu-dOSvzSzXATHpPYMcaa2B97I4RfurSvgArFLVnvLJ1yNTZkC9AIdEjqk7TljFZwycbcCWssvBN2Kow/s1600/photo+(10)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShi_p-8ZpT2_qti-5nvYde-s_V1CxrS7j6rQ7mld24GpUzdkufyw4sRVL1gCnCBLRLNipu3Kl2jzpDMGDvCujFgvAH6Sn8GMIIUCWeQQ3kjvqnQFdV2bxf-8NQ4h3B3Nm3p3SdlUi6xPJ/s1600/photo+(7)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShi_p-8ZpT2_qti-5nvYde-s_V1CxrS7j6rQ7mld24GpUzdkufyw4sRVL1gCnCBLRLNipu3Kl2jzpDMGDvCujFgvAH6Sn8GMIIUCWeQQ3kjvqnQFdV2bxf-8NQ4h3B3Nm3p3SdlUi6xPJ/s400/photo+(7)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And what a lucky guy to have a great tour guide!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ewq5wwKwBlCuyreBir7yUSNRMWZZ7vq5WYlMsYa0SAZ1CcNzHA9Ax3WDnOtzbvQtoY79roNimQ9ZNPAiw_G16Z1w_vdnyfP7qqAg436mPrB5bBo0ld0oquu2ickWWmI5ukbj9yrJqs3f/s1600/photo+(17)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ewq5wwKwBlCuyreBir7yUSNRMWZZ7vq5WYlMsYa0SAZ1CcNzHA9Ax3WDnOtzbvQtoY79roNimQ9ZNPAiw_G16Z1w_vdnyfP7qqAg436mPrB5bBo0ld0oquu2ickWWmI5ukbj9yrJqs3f/s400/photo+(17)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He comes along on visits to the doctor.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgoNy8PX4TZ2SgcCmMOCnuENuzMDzfSg66VANY90M3XTBnat-oDHqXuflU3AggmUSxviwu-g3B79pQ_ec9nNrJhIyteg2Te7Kh1uMrnJOSz2QFOxn3llfWNzq3Cw0ssat0MmpWuvFiIGh/s1600/photo+(3)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgoNy8PX4TZ2SgcCmMOCnuENuzMDzfSg66VANY90M3XTBnat-oDHqXuflU3AggmUSxviwu-g3B79pQ_ec9nNrJhIyteg2Te7Kh1uMrnJOSz2QFOxn3llfWNzq3Cw0ssat0MmpWuvFiIGh/s320/photo+(3)-001.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">but he loves being at home to snuggle with Rooney</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCQW4XjPGlAwn2Y2wEvoS5aZZbJZjI5nzxRq4N3w3Z38RI8_4f5vhfWSJe_X45IdzMUJlpvcgKTtCnYHq3v5EnGpmP3826tIsRDSE_-hMLH9sj7rawibbimgdsAzWAxEXmb3W2r0P-nWO/s1600/photo+(4)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCQW4XjPGlAwn2Y2wEvoS5aZZbJZjI5nzxRq4N3w3Z38RI8_4f5vhfWSJe_X45IdzMUJlpvcgKTtCnYHq3v5EnGpmP3826tIsRDSE_-hMLH9sj7rawibbimgdsAzWAxEXmb3W2r0P-nWO/s400/photo+(4)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and occasionally gets dressed up like a baby or a princess.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWsNlNdpCYYuOnvdB5bOfnMv1PdGiaIoByHWfnhSwS99NQlFZRqrCiudVW4nKoErUFu0nctELyGP8FjxV83tjwW9qp-x3Q74h9uM1ktfqfMK-QgTfsMKM0jvoPX264div18fZpVO7R6Ok/s1600/photo+(9)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWsNlNdpCYYuOnvdB5bOfnMv1PdGiaIoByHWfnhSwS99NQlFZRqrCiudVW4nKoErUFu0nctELyGP8FjxV83tjwW9qp-x3Q74h9uM1ktfqfMK-QgTfsMKM0jvoPX264div18fZpVO7R6Ok/s400/photo+(9)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like with anyone else, T-Rex does have to attend to the calls of nature.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdz6JrTbwLfW-9GDbgcYVPn0uS-SkMoYKJJE0mhUqZXiX_3pg3Fv9sD1TJoXzNmRJQNY5bTI5Vp_YNPiC4VdNNKwJI_Ba-wNNNhJ-XQTup2XKTAJFmkge5iGUdkZOcuwOBi0gOiaWsy0b/s1600/photo+(18)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdz6JrTbwLfW-9GDbgcYVPn0uS-SkMoYKJJE0mhUqZXiX_3pg3Fv9sD1TJoXzNmRJQNY5bTI5Vp_YNPiC4VdNNKwJI_Ba-wNNNhJ-XQTup2XKTAJFmkge5iGUdkZOcuwOBi0gOiaWsy0b/s400/photo+(18)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We've recently discovered he's quite the lady's man!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlLNZVoVHThbzo6UcISI-aU5grfvfGp3G-YN3cRkGp_5bq6sEjl8vkiyhHh8-J5c3f9DyJNwIDxo2ssLkABZtRcwnJ_LHAMvbLe2TIN6IBR4tk41XjeSk9QezRrDnL2BvT0abo1a1WvTf/s1600/photo-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlLNZVoVHThbzo6UcISI-aU5grfvfGp3G-YN3cRkGp_5bq6sEjl8vkiyhHh8-J5c3f9DyJNwIDxo2ssLkABZtRcwnJ_LHAMvbLe2TIN6IBR4tk41XjeSk9QezRrDnL2BvT0abo1a1WvTf/s320/photo-001.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But I think most of all, T-Rex likes being with his best buds, Harper, Bruce and Tinkle Bunny.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-79336680556559539932013-05-10T13:22:00.001-05:002013-05-10T13:22:29.652-05:00An honor to just be nominated...I feel like the runner up to Miss America. Either that or one of the Oscar nominees that didn't win the prize. But as they say "it was an honor to just be nominated". I turned in an essay for a show called Listen to Your Mother. The show highlights writers and their essays on motherhood in celebration of Mother's Day. I was selected to audition for the show but my piece didn't get selected. <br />
<br />
However, I did get to attend the amazing show last night in Austin with two of my close friends from childhood, Stephanie and Samantha. And wouldn't you know I totally forgot to get a picture of the three of us! Adelle, you'd think you taught us better!<br />
<br />
So, in celebration of LTYM Austin, here was my submission:<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
Unplanned Lessons of Motherhood<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
by Brooke Meabon<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Three years
ago, I left the business world to take up my new job as a stay-at-home
mom. I took the parenting classes, read
the books, listened to the nurses and doctors in the hospital and did
everything I could to educate myself for the little lives that I would be
responsible for. However, there are
lessons I’ve learned over the last three years that my education, my career,
the parenting classes or books never told me about. I’d like to share with you
some of these nuggets of knowledge in hopes that you will be well equipped as I
clearly was not:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">With
a crying baby in the background, a full conversation can take place between a
couple at 3am using only elbow thrusts, grunts and moans of exhaustion.</span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">If
you thought your boobs were big during your pregnancy, within days of having a
baby, your boobs will grow to freakishly gargantuan proportions that no one
ever warns you about. On the other hand,
about two weeks after weaning that baby, you will wake up one morning and -
BAM! - they will be two sizes smaller than they ever were and look like a
shriveled noodle with a meatball hanging at the end.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Did
you know that Thomas the Tank Engine stickers can go anywhere to add a little
decorating pizazz? Leather car seats,
antique dining room tables, your computer screen, the walls of your master
bedroom – seriously, anywhere!</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">A
tutu, swimming goggles and cowboy boots can be worn as an outfit every day and
night for 5 weeks, only being taken off for bathing purposes.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Now,
I owe my husband an apology about this one since I have previously given him a
hard time. Men’s obsession with touching
their junk is ingrained in their being. I go to change my sweet baby boy’s diaper and
the second that sucker opens up, his hands are pawing at that little penis like
a Harlem Globetrotter spinning a basketball.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">As
a mother, things will come out of your mouth that you never dreamed possible. Things like:</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">“Don’t hit your brother
in the head with the pumpkin”</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">“Yes, Daddy is going
tinkle on the big girl potty” and</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">“Sweetie, put it
down.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">That’s dog doo-doo, not a candy
bar.”</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">The
longest dinosaur name is micropachycephalosaurus. The beloved brontosaurus we learned about as
children no longer exists. I am now a
walking dinosaur encyclopedia. And this
is not information that you should breakout at your husband’s holiday dinner
party. I speak from experience; it’s a quick way to end a conversation with his
boss. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">In
times of emergency, an unused tampon can entertain a toddler in a doctor’s
office for approximately 14 minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Breast
milk tastes like sugar. Okay, no I’m not
using it to churn butter or flavoring my coffee in the morning with a squeeze
of the boob but who hasn’t taken a little taste in the delirium of the newborn
days and thought, “Wow, this is surprisingly delicious!”</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Speaking
of breast milk, are you aware that you can shoot it out of your nipple across
the room? The next time you’re in an
argument with your husband, try it. The
look on his face will be priceless.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">If
you have a crying baby in a grocery store and lose a pacifier, you automatically
turn into a Navy Seal on a mission to track down and capture the missing unit.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Goldfish
crackers can be eaten for breakfast, lunch and dinner….by a grown woman.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">There
are some days that you might feel the urge to hide in your closet with a log of
salami and a bottle of red wine. DO NOT
give into this urge. Otherwise, remember
that bottle of nail polish you left on the bathroom counter? Your cat’s eyebrows will now be a trendy
shade of OPI’s Cha-Ching Cherry. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Fun
Fact: Did you know that teething was
invented by Satan? He also invented
potty training.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Showering,
bathing and using the restroom under strict surveillance while having every
imperfection of your body pointed out (“Mommy, your bottom is as big as the
sun!”) – it becomes somewhat endearing and when you don’t have a pair of eyes
staring you down as the Calgone takes you away, you suddenly feel a little
lonely.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">After
you receive a call from your child’s preschool saying they are in the office
bleeding, you will quickly realize that you missed your calling to be a NASCAR
driver.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">In
my opinion, toys that sing, light up or talk should be beaten into submission
with a baseball bat.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Ladies,
you might not believe me now but your husband will look sexier to you in sweats
with a sleeping baby in his arms than he ever did in a tuxedo.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Some
of your strongest friendships will be started with the simple question, “How
old is your child?” And friendships that
are formed through the joys and trials of motherhood will become vital since
you have someone that just gets it. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">You
will grow to love and appreciate your own mother so much more after having
children because you can finally get a glimpse of how much she loves you.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">You
never think the love of your first child can be duplicated, but then you have
another child and realize it is multiplied with each addition.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">-<span style="font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;">And
last, it is possible for your heart to exist outside of your chest and live in
the form of a little human being. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><!--[if !supportLists]--></div>
<br />
<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-53203186965145908982013-04-29T21:52:00.003-05:002013-04-29T21:52:52.796-05:00Texas Bluebonnets 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2j4wEFvzOPr3LNqR1O1lML12bIc4qKM-C9O67isBWjt6eBPZ5-osuFXPARTEk3tOQC6mMu1VjhasbHW8IcXr3M947z0_jKodpIR03ls_wsRkUtGcUFjmz1iCMODow5LlD-_8NK7MQCXQ/s1600/DSC_0058-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2j4wEFvzOPr3LNqR1O1lML12bIc4qKM-C9O67isBWjt6eBPZ5-osuFXPARTEk3tOQC6mMu1VjhasbHW8IcXr3M947z0_jKodpIR03ls_wsRkUtGcUFjmz1iCMODow5LlD-_8NK7MQCXQ/s640/DSC_0058-001.JPG" width="427" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">She was out of breath when she topped the rise,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">And there lay a beautiful lake!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Dappled and bright, bloom spread in the sun.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">As lovely as water could be:</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">And her mind found peace while she laved her heart</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">with bluebonnets, blue as the sea.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">- Lexie Dean Robertson, Mesa Miracle</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIRQ2JajbFhBhccEV0XJVingZ16waaK8BzeKGqyNvUtyNC1phuhFnKtPk8RofPZYFRg_gAjCO5BMvr3fK4bjTjotO6G-djTpIigpgjOAIhDODsunYz5B07jKeOnUhFvabC3TpnfNUbkfT/s1600/DSC_0088-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIRQ2JajbFhBhccEV0XJVingZ16waaK8BzeKGqyNvUtyNC1phuhFnKtPk8RofPZYFRg_gAjCO5BMvr3fK4bjTjotO6G-djTpIigpgjOAIhDODsunYz5B07jKeOnUhFvabC3TpnfNUbkfT/s400/DSC_0088-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZO3xNAKC_n5RbH1Fp0YDIhYnJIDjaudlOn-JkqTx7_YihW9g0sgHDMCUVeqZgj3fP_QgDvhFTrY8iYMPQ9ZSQxB7tu1YEfJTxivsCoWV581p1tjEb2UQK0PUnhtb-IqrWxQKggU9YJFbs/s1600/DSC_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZO3xNAKC_n5RbH1Fp0YDIhYnJIDjaudlOn-JkqTx7_YihW9g0sgHDMCUVeqZgj3fP_QgDvhFTrY8iYMPQ9ZSQxB7tu1YEfJTxivsCoWV581p1tjEb2UQK0PUnhtb-IqrWxQKggU9YJFbs/s400/DSC_0207.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXvGQkY-w4wf5s9R5nnWSzuYFysUzwjSCVMy2PK0EnekR2amt6asrOzwu54tWhRIPJ202HKaxr_y5wZZYDWdVFJxiaw2rcSbMD7iWmb4Z3H7k4BwOeBNMMikq58FhXaVcyft6NdDDnJAy/s1600/DSC_0099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXvGQkY-w4wf5s9R5nnWSzuYFysUzwjSCVMy2PK0EnekR2amt6asrOzwu54tWhRIPJ202HKaxr_y5wZZYDWdVFJxiaw2rcSbMD7iWmb4Z3H7k4BwOeBNMMikq58FhXaVcyft6NdDDnJAy/s400/DSC_0099.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhntw3W6PWbYeBVCZkumPrjFonYU6AK86vHu4nrtFKr1leOtyy64MMKEFXAnPUR_BCpQrvTJW9NMcgjaga4pfJp-U5a8mitUczoOI2GT4bj-jI6Ptgumli3VkosOU_SYxnwE-aG7_550WV/s1600/DSC_0007-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhntw3W6PWbYeBVCZkumPrjFonYU6AK86vHu4nrtFKr1leOtyy64MMKEFXAnPUR_BCpQrvTJW9NMcgjaga4pfJp-U5a8mitUczoOI2GT4bj-jI6Ptgumli3VkosOU_SYxnwE-aG7_550WV/s400/DSC_0007-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63OP8kQI3bsvfFz31Ua_T9pQKUCJeHeoSL2GZpKZXurm20yel681eRyZkoEmJC_e-GHNFBKoJTlysSSQawN8TlAiL4LgfEO63o-uc1HggVAhzxrJi9bk_lI40nWT6yWJ1NypkJpkn5E-Z/s1600/DSC_0036-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63OP8kQI3bsvfFz31Ua_T9pQKUCJeHeoSL2GZpKZXurm20yel681eRyZkoEmJC_e-GHNFBKoJTlysSSQawN8TlAiL4LgfEO63o-uc1HggVAhzxrJi9bk_lI40nWT6yWJ1NypkJpkn5E-Z/s400/DSC_0036-001.JPG" width="285" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-2ZzWzMt90A7-JcIaeb3c1qXa-H9OwTdgDAfkSWDHpAOJdj2CYr4d9MZ9k3Q0H1TzqjAFruBjc1rK6i6IDqBc5PUoMdQc0XSh7j1wEirJTmZ_jxSO3U1fnFjoM8lTv1uN7XWMPRZQ9er/s1600/DSC_0025-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-2ZzWzMt90A7-JcIaeb3c1qXa-H9OwTdgDAfkSWDHpAOJdj2CYr4d9MZ9k3Q0H1TzqjAFruBjc1rK6i6IDqBc5PUoMdQc0XSh7j1wEirJTmZ_jxSO3U1fnFjoM8lTv1uN7XWMPRZQ9er/s400/DSC_0025-001.JPG" width="285" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMyA-K4Rz1XJ258MWM0MiwUaN3OvGA5AlBo42oi20nF5qjZMBmDU4-8VSEcYHmPOuSWqMoeTg_25xrfBygQgX4B8EnYgnQBThaiuHpGIxSk3Hn5d7bpVMwbD7OSULb3805mncPvFzfNNc/s1600/DSC_0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMyA-K4Rz1XJ258MWM0MiwUaN3OvGA5AlBo42oi20nF5qjZMBmDU4-8VSEcYHmPOuSWqMoeTg_25xrfBygQgX4B8EnYgnQBThaiuHpGIxSk3Hn5d7bpVMwbD7OSULb3805mncPvFzfNNc/s400/DSC_0073.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz4tBlcgVJSObsewTFmcc4TOTB3gOt3nSS9PcvAQp45GlmRgzF6OkddvIGj2UAFiOCvGh1pGHMnOBFLZLldmaeBwKOPU3zqBBN8bNNLVpetvcTfpeR3yX_CR2xfnjfPkslSDzEamEFYMe/s1600/DSC_0151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz4tBlcgVJSObsewTFmcc4TOTB3gOt3nSS9PcvAQp45GlmRgzF6OkddvIGj2UAFiOCvGh1pGHMnOBFLZLldmaeBwKOPU3zqBBN8bNNLVpetvcTfpeR3yX_CR2xfnjfPkslSDzEamEFYMe/s400/DSC_0151.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASOMnfB6t1J8LetBZC5TNJxL1QvF9cUntxVkISl3DrBx0QCILkH_CkqM6XoEEyHec0kI5EfVHRN8D6ok-wKfsZ6xeDz5LIWRfJKT1R5Zt4x9vUoGuSNQUbCB3Jvh5uXzy-ffqs0Wuvge3/s1600/DSC_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASOMnfB6t1J8LetBZC5TNJxL1QvF9cUntxVkISl3DrBx0QCILkH_CkqM6XoEEyHec0kI5EfVHRN8D6ok-wKfsZ6xeDz5LIWRfJKT1R5Zt4x9vUoGuSNQUbCB3Jvh5uXzy-ffqs0Wuvge3/s400/DSC_0043.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFO5P4KPyvL01HruP_dRb9KO8DrA2EZm0pZ8jWl2ZfTCkRU7hmYEncJ5TWdSqfJiksII3Vdo5BQgnEjfUGdd2saS2X7arIpLL76Fjw1JNb07ivNpDLnWTEO65NbjXhnNQfRrYzpFxd7bzH/s1600/DSC_0055-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFO5P4KPyvL01HruP_dRb9KO8DrA2EZm0pZ8jWl2ZfTCkRU7hmYEncJ5TWdSqfJiksII3Vdo5BQgnEjfUGdd2saS2X7arIpLL76Fjw1JNb07ivNpDLnWTEO65NbjXhnNQfRrYzpFxd7bzH/s400/DSC_0055-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKqsD0-24cGwuZsoduFBtpNKR7_FbbDRlmnN3UvS4-ly69aNRrCFcQEjC0fK4hxwPo8YKADbb6lms70lNuct3IXR2_nZBSqVmOK-QzPZ0B61S31GYcZGF81Cl82e65xMrJmRxluV9Cjcq/s1600/DSC_0093-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKqsD0-24cGwuZsoduFBtpNKR7_FbbDRlmnN3UvS4-ly69aNRrCFcQEjC0fK4hxwPo8YKADbb6lms70lNuct3IXR2_nZBSqVmOK-QzPZ0B61S31GYcZGF81Cl82e65xMrJmRxluV9Cjcq/s400/DSC_0093-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIeyf92-eVQExzdzXYpPQr68eQNp30Bsnj4rBMW8wrGRLc6h4_tuSISv4KMzfYuooioUThc5hiVP_sWpwFZtiI-ysykzLMsylcAXdNEzlxFqbpIjcXTswHLtVEdNIOAz-70fiwDHntql7b/s1600/DSC_0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIeyf92-eVQExzdzXYpPQr68eQNp30Bsnj4rBMW8wrGRLc6h4_tuSISv4KMzfYuooioUThc5hiVP_sWpwFZtiI-ysykzLMsylcAXdNEzlxFqbpIjcXTswHLtVEdNIOAz-70fiwDHntql7b/s400/DSC_0149.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsW7Cixv68fRF86Wt7VkWqMUtrIGsq5YfP8x8dHrYwGccx6QqKtJji96HGN_lhCG7UDjfMQ4p2vH2EdQhLn90IMCG7nmrWUWbkfG9CQWyYPb4Wp8oiREMm2ZOHlr269qtVVDUNdXDd1P4/s1600/DSC_0163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsW7Cixv68fRF86Wt7VkWqMUtrIGsq5YfP8x8dHrYwGccx6QqKtJji96HGN_lhCG7UDjfMQ4p2vH2EdQhLn90IMCG7nmrWUWbkfG9CQWyYPb4Wp8oiREMm2ZOHlr269qtVVDUNdXDd1P4/s400/DSC_0163.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X2BCMKJX-rSUjme_FxTTGA6tVZs4HcuAhqTFHv3yJYOPTVf_otHxNrxp_O-zGKdAM1cxvKBKNlvB_uYqU07-ehnDikNJemfg2-ruNv2l0Kkn7V-p61nTr1x7Psmw0JC9SNl9vLe_FV6f/s1600/DSC_0119-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X2BCMKJX-rSUjme_FxTTGA6tVZs4HcuAhqTFHv3yJYOPTVf_otHxNrxp_O-zGKdAM1cxvKBKNlvB_uYqU07-ehnDikNJemfg2-ruNv2l0Kkn7V-p61nTr1x7Psmw0JC9SNl9vLe_FV6f/s400/DSC_0119-001.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #1e1d1e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-30348763043353940152013-04-29T21:32:00.000-05:002013-04-29T21:32:05.442-05:00Easter 2013Concordia Easter Egg Hunt, A visit from the Easter Bunny, Egg Hunt at the House & Church and Brunch with Honey and Grandy (still working on everyone smiling for the camera at the SAME TIME)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxL9fDNpMLysWhjqCRVQzNRe-AVtCSnuzH8R_qPsOIA4hqkaC5XIfxKklhvHo7bYkjD51qePcNVjROxNNnOoNP3rmK_Z2kpkXVOHpi3qny2hT9HXdkXSzXxJb-V_GnPdDkEDUJwmg5llLp/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxL9fDNpMLysWhjqCRVQzNRe-AVtCSnuzH8R_qPsOIA4hqkaC5XIfxKklhvHo7bYkjD51qePcNVjROxNNnOoNP3rmK_Z2kpkXVOHpi3qny2hT9HXdkXSzXxJb-V_GnPdDkEDUJwmg5llLp/s400/DSC_0018.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ctWcGsNt9pbhhW2TS6h4eT55ZRPDOcxVFSciia4Zhe38KnSI-KoZleAfQ9xZ3Z3ltCDpYDzuoQdemWjg1uV5LpOSzQEUaaFlxlNx7mmL9EtnuJVk6Wpixwst9bEfX0YgkiJRLhnDGIlS/s1600/DSC_0153-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ctWcGsNt9pbhhW2TS6h4eT55ZRPDOcxVFSciia4Zhe38KnSI-KoZleAfQ9xZ3Z3ltCDpYDzuoQdemWjg1uV5LpOSzQEUaaFlxlNx7mmL9EtnuJVk6Wpixwst9bEfX0YgkiJRLhnDGIlS/s400/DSC_0153-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xuKImIqFnKKGkLC_INKGxcI_LTpC-1YDLAu70FRnNey3t_-kJeEZZCKHdIs4-U_9LoNgUCdIJFxiXfFu2JiYRCbXLMAmxLDniC91ohofyRq-21icJonjEQJQ7O_s4m4srecR1WmFxWx9/s1600/DSC_0159-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xuKImIqFnKKGkLC_INKGxcI_LTpC-1YDLAu70FRnNey3t_-kJeEZZCKHdIs4-U_9LoNgUCdIJFxiXfFu2JiYRCbXLMAmxLDniC91ohofyRq-21icJonjEQJQ7O_s4m4srecR1WmFxWx9/s400/DSC_0159-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDTX2WVF6zwivqFPJ0a6rXb-9uN312gH4R7kbCCpd02Tx277UZpLTxMuuK_vlLe7z9OAPQooN2XGsEsgaX70p2RwroBGl_HRB29oRk8ijjZDPa1qnfcsxVw5s-YWgtJYCpb-90Z2jhdE_/s1600/DSC_0171-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDTX2WVF6zwivqFPJ0a6rXb-9uN312gH4R7kbCCpd02Tx277UZpLTxMuuK_vlLe7z9OAPQooN2XGsEsgaX70p2RwroBGl_HRB29oRk8ijjZDPa1qnfcsxVw5s-YWgtJYCpb-90Z2jhdE_/s400/DSC_0171-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hZ2E4ZydQuBy90TlPGH6AWibQsmM5rNbWx-nxYCwksnvKuF2f8Qqssyf22_wz20FPiGwsY0VWUbQPIdjzP2gQMK32eGmH4CduIhfdzSQ6Jh9jDoZLFCtBSTZlAetM9qRWPMIpoYmqTej/s1600/DSC_0187-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hZ2E4ZydQuBy90TlPGH6AWibQsmM5rNbWx-nxYCwksnvKuF2f8Qqssyf22_wz20FPiGwsY0VWUbQPIdjzP2gQMK32eGmH4CduIhfdzSQ6Jh9jDoZLFCtBSTZlAetM9qRWPMIpoYmqTej/s400/DSC_0187-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_brDSRq6vwJcP0l8hqImLG5d_LilEj_09cOFedJN0RU6FFJdAHkSyzqzNwEtO2uh5jPBuZfKn1DthralLjYhNMeOZC_5DQQlkf7Nma4PRnDhczB25Qp70u5rVwLXTwG9sH7lpaeYQH2Q/s1600/DSC_0205-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_brDSRq6vwJcP0l8hqImLG5d_LilEj_09cOFedJN0RU6FFJdAHkSyzqzNwEtO2uh5jPBuZfKn1DthralLjYhNMeOZC_5DQQlkf7Nma4PRnDhczB25Qp70u5rVwLXTwG9sH7lpaeYQH2Q/s400/DSC_0205-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO9YiqnwSRGBcE-GMXGa-YR7nmGgB6k0RV8cE-kdgUwS-A5lVd_skhnvB5yT36YwLjHGXtAt5M4jLAvnI30auAeNmjobYS1yBRK4h5XQhgDeXKkxJ1NWlWf71gzmnbfI07PliDGfrlJUa/s1600/DSC_0213-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO9YiqnwSRGBcE-GMXGa-YR7nmGgB6k0RV8cE-kdgUwS-A5lVd_skhnvB5yT36YwLjHGXtAt5M4jLAvnI30auAeNmjobYS1yBRK4h5XQhgDeXKkxJ1NWlWf71gzmnbfI07PliDGfrlJUa/s400/DSC_0213-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJwPRfOYkfHvF11cBzcu_ZXjemqyIZBU0UY0X3ogIvq_ba_MrgNxqbkjGyJMfPdiK_Kp3Jy9SPMiIgVOwgppyEjNHVx-kV-QihAFRJFIV5UHWsQ0GqIwioqf_3JqHZ1w3r1uTEwYurVpw/s1600/DSC_0240-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJwPRfOYkfHvF11cBzcu_ZXjemqyIZBU0UY0X3ogIvq_ba_MrgNxqbkjGyJMfPdiK_Kp3Jy9SPMiIgVOwgppyEjNHVx-kV-QihAFRJFIV5UHWsQ0GqIwioqf_3JqHZ1w3r1uTEwYurVpw/s400/DSC_0240-001.JPG" width="315" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xAOKO7x_mNdghIPSNRRwXz7bYRoaZ7lztiQb6RO5emhCkTIIDXnfrrfDPunMSXwtLHS5d6gETqpFB5JkQyuogbxC52PrLe7Key7RpNpkLDAXZqa8wKp6CiTt4sXWFVtrtg-izbxBzpLh/s1600/DSC_0252-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xAOKO7x_mNdghIPSNRRwXz7bYRoaZ7lztiQb6RO5emhCkTIIDXnfrrfDPunMSXwtLHS5d6gETqpFB5JkQyuogbxC52PrLe7Key7RpNpkLDAXZqa8wKp6CiTt4sXWFVtrtg-izbxBzpLh/s400/DSC_0252-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmH8Me-dVSQGZJK-ca-h7VIeWAx6HaYjarOMlRmXg8ZYoTI20gVQRKm7XjRcV1ZaIO9fYXfQKOTXpdxnmF6VQJR6XDqH0d9S8lfx-s3pIB-nLYl68-PsZ0dYa3dO2xal5S1dDE3iyZALg0/s1600/DSC_0253-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmH8Me-dVSQGZJK-ca-h7VIeWAx6HaYjarOMlRmXg8ZYoTI20gVQRKm7XjRcV1ZaIO9fYXfQKOTXpdxnmF6VQJR6XDqH0d9S8lfx-s3pIB-nLYl68-PsZ0dYa3dO2xal5S1dDE3iyZALg0/s400/DSC_0253-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVfl1BZzPwLvBuAEUqJy9Fg0o5K-YhVQ1zljL3lwiwaH45zpzl4cPG0j_4uVbmiQGqy1Zhg0erGB4f9OiM0xMbCS_YMTkVlc7qfsx_eJPcXRcwXMSSy2sWmBjjLVf1Es2GHLdN5gMXCmw/s1600/DSC_0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVfl1BZzPwLvBuAEUqJy9Fg0o5K-YhVQ1zljL3lwiwaH45zpzl4cPG0j_4uVbmiQGqy1Zhg0erGB4f9OiM0xMbCS_YMTkVlc7qfsx_eJPcXRcwXMSSy2sWmBjjLVf1Es2GHLdN5gMXCmw/s400/DSC_0053.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-50179037754347914542013-04-27T09:06:00.001-05:002013-04-27T09:06:57.076-05:00Deep Thoughts by Brooke MeabonSometimes I wish they made adult sized strollers and that it was socially acceptable for the kids to push adults around.<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-66864661068781525822013-03-29T14:03:00.000-05:002013-03-29T14:03:52.441-05:00A birthday letterHarris,<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You are one! This last year has flown by and it's hard to imagine life before you joined the world. You have made our little clan a true family. With you in our lives, our little world feels more complete. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You are busy, busy, busy! You are always on the go and love to get out and explore. But on the same note, you play hard until you just crash. You are affectionate, giving hugs and kisses out all of the time. And you love to be around people. It's not often that a new face causes you to cry. It typically delights you to meet new people and be able to interact with them. When we're out to dinner, you spend most of the time turned around in your chair trying to get the attention of the people around you.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You are a little ham! You crack yourself up and will do things just to try to get a laugh out of someone. If you're successful, you'll do it over and over again just to see someone laughing. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And you are happy - all smiles and giggles. You know what you want and if you don't get your way, you have perfected throwing your body down on the ground. But it doesn't last long before something else has caught your attention and you're off again.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You love a toilet. I think you could drop things in the potty all day long just to see what happens. And Rooney bears the brunt of your poking and prodding most days. You're still after that cat but, alas, no success as of yet. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You are my little snuggle bug and I love you with all of my heart. Thank you for your joy, your smiles and brightening my day when life gets blue.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I love you sweet boy!</div>
<div>
<br />Mommy</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jmHaj09hyucqpfyFfiM8IrlV09TRYQIj8ONajKytbMxHuE_NCcTNvezQdqvSqrODLz-7JJOcQRz4i8euiPZeheYcHAsbbD6LmFW0A4iYoPC7L1oz8k2wOsanN14a_BAU2FF9IVISYsCT/s1600/Harris+-+One+Year+Collage+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jmHaj09hyucqpfyFfiM8IrlV09TRYQIj8ONajKytbMxHuE_NCcTNvezQdqvSqrODLz-7JJOcQRz4i8euiPZeheYcHAsbbD6LmFW0A4iYoPC7L1oz8k2wOsanN14a_BAU2FF9IVISYsCT/s400/Harris+-+One+Year+Collage+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8_YDw1Raw9orws6plo91D3cSCxYI2jg5oFOysZ_UoojP9iM8QHAfqw_Lt3PPrs3PK0-BTwyQEwagEBNlMrj2L7BWVHNQJW3SOq1Yh3bkvq6-8S54rg934AeH31P7XLcNFbDeyHRrfzWC/s1600/photo+(3)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8_YDw1Raw9orws6plo91D3cSCxYI2jg5oFOysZ_UoojP9iM8QHAfqw_Lt3PPrs3PK0-BTwyQEwagEBNlMrj2L7BWVHNQJW3SOq1Yh3bkvq6-8S54rg934AeH31P7XLcNFbDeyHRrfzWC/s400/photo+(3)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvg0V1nNobZhAoG143rioh8qs7SqS0UVSg2zAH1EXp7T4tC4hUcmTqXMXZnQFvhIhmnZu-vbZvEgGWiSUTR19RNBtYFpVh0ymFs4kLIc97Xc_cnKLzUjn_EbZd0TT_xVrxtakghles6H8A/s1600/photo+(4)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvg0V1nNobZhAoG143rioh8qs7SqS0UVSg2zAH1EXp7T4tC4hUcmTqXMXZnQFvhIhmnZu-vbZvEgGWiSUTR19RNBtYFpVh0ymFs4kLIc97Xc_cnKLzUjn_EbZd0TT_xVrxtakghles6H8A/s400/photo+(4)-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPZJPZIykU2ZcuHAAQOFfSxet-tvVkbDVVdX40jfMEAhkKemVieFwD31564UMcie8gRxypqqF-PDGsMshLHWd6ZUD8sewHdWBX-sxxW5t7iqubX6XH3hyphenhyphenFlAfsCTWo1d_NmEtl25Y-5DV/s1600/photo+(2)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPZJPZIykU2ZcuHAAQOFfSxet-tvVkbDVVdX40jfMEAhkKemVieFwD31564UMcie8gRxypqqF-PDGsMshLHWd6ZUD8sewHdWBX-sxxW5t7iqubX6XH3hyphenhyphenFlAfsCTWo1d_NmEtl25Y-5DV/s400/photo+(2)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvhYv08IQfEOejTeznJFA4Lu14n7YN0BhEoH01e6EMIKlEbi2_lGr4STCQ4f6qtSFa3ar_Rm6JikhdvodF6BsAF_aFw-GU09WWvDsaZrGjG2SVNm8bbWsWMUw-a6PExp_Nd9nPUuqNuST/s1600/photo+(5)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvhYv08IQfEOejTeznJFA4Lu14n7YN0BhEoH01e6EMIKlEbi2_lGr4STCQ4f6qtSFa3ar_Rm6JikhdvodF6BsAF_aFw-GU09WWvDsaZrGjG2SVNm8bbWsWMUw-a6PExp_Nd9nPUuqNuST/s400/photo+(5)-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1Z7WiEfBrU8Tbl_wQsZHLyAL29Qm7nHKC6VNfqSeZclkuCMubF1XwG32U3kURLZSNmyz5fEAR9rdqEtIz3FOEKVk_tGHx_Ps0gZhsDtKH_f4q7RNRoBGFWpm4Yn1zW8z1rWcEyyiRiXU/s1600/photo+(7)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1Z7WiEfBrU8Tbl_wQsZHLyAL29Qm7nHKC6VNfqSeZclkuCMubF1XwG32U3kURLZSNmyz5fEAR9rdqEtIz3FOEKVk_tGHx_Ps0gZhsDtKH_f4q7RNRoBGFWpm4Yn1zW8z1rWcEyyiRiXU/s400/photo+(7)-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdY5LCj4-YwYNQeMCgHSLpQnwsb0zZs1rbccLtzi6engxvlfLOhTKAeN2Y4x8NIf-gEcDhLU-Pj1BAl9pl7qdPaKD9JrMpwNe7vg_THlMeCO0LvHPYqCj8xfKSQ3qMdZtF3axtt6Ra6gAn/s1600/photo+(6)-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdY5LCj4-YwYNQeMCgHSLpQnwsb0zZs1rbccLtzi6engxvlfLOhTKAeN2Y4x8NIf-gEcDhLU-Pj1BAl9pl7qdPaKD9JrMpwNe7vg_THlMeCO0LvHPYqCj8xfKSQ3qMdZtF3axtt6Ra6gAn/s400/photo+(6)-001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799565807797427691.post-48195683184652036152013-03-29T13:20:00.000-05:002013-03-29T14:04:45.606-05:00Harris - 12 monthsSneaking this one in before the end of March so I can check it off my ever-growing blog to-do list. But, we need some stats here people. Cito-meeto is ONE!<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Weight: 21 lbs, no change since the 9 month appointment and in the 25th percentile</div>
<div>
Length: 75th percentile - long and lean like his sissy<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCYDDZ0BBIht0bCAYwqy2rmPBU15KeD0q-ACr8avtsjrEireVHbLbgW5DDu9397-sllP65Sqiyd0KsTnCyWIea7VLJC-0AXo5zeVL0-PVWToi4OEO1NelUOpODYqxyALMfsQwZ8hAf1PA/s1600/DSC_0001-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCYDDZ0BBIht0bCAYwqy2rmPBU15KeD0q-ACr8avtsjrEireVHbLbgW5DDu9397-sllP65Sqiyd0KsTnCyWIea7VLJC-0AXo5zeVL0-PVWToi4OEO1NelUOpODYqxyALMfsQwZ8hAf1PA/s400/DSC_0001-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Food: all table food. Loves fruit, steamed veggies, sausage, pasta and carbs galore<br />
Officially off the bottle and on whole milk. The sippy cup skills are slowly improving.<br />
Teeth: Top front four, bottom front three and two right molars coming in now.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAUNYWGanKrtsQFtL9TqHd7MfS-ZjsyRKaFlO6SuWULMllBVovs9Y9jZ4HxpF_V2kEWd9UU6i2NPwP3Goe0SeG860P4hoX0wVSkatwkNbvGdsVt6sy_uSOp98OGQzXPa3SKzePNHb2pR7/s1600/DSC_0003-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAUNYWGanKrtsQFtL9TqHd7MfS-ZjsyRKaFlO6SuWULMllBVovs9Y9jZ4HxpF_V2kEWd9UU6i2NPwP3Goe0SeG860P4hoX0wVSkatwkNbvGdsVt6sy_uSOp98OGQzXPa3SKzePNHb2pR7/s400/DSC_0003-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
Walking and now starting to run....well, walk REALLY fast after Harper and usually bite it face first in the process. The climbing has started. Harris can now climb on top of Harper's bed and on some of the furniture. Yes, being a boy mom is very different!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhCAkbKof7cdhjLCvCu7bKCaeoyYOim9ok7VMcWFIWLhIS2zG840DPxXjAiyAL-mUNeOCjY0vVk_qszcaRNRsHHLppbUvUJWOBEcGW2N5RkEu0SPp_8Yl5nOC4pDkog4GApZCNUucOVyE/s1600/DSC_0015-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhCAkbKof7cdhjLCvCu7bKCaeoyYOim9ok7VMcWFIWLhIS2zG840DPxXjAiyAL-mUNeOCjY0vVk_qszcaRNRsHHLppbUvUJWOBEcGW2N5RkEu0SPp_8Yl5nOC4pDkog4GApZCNUucOVyE/s400/DSC_0015-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
Loves: His pacifiers (I feel like breaking that habit will be a blog post in and of itself), food, laughing, people, Honey & Grandy, banging and making noise, animals (especially Rooney and Pretty Kitty), dancing in the car (which is awesome!)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDcgEadW4HqiEMiu0cBtJJZ30Rf32e40A4lh9BdXxdu7w9P2jruIOXRXEWhsFtGZrrMq2XZh-VGGzc1ejBVNMFBIpywQmSGTEfLWfT5nwjB3a3Gd6N9N_im8oydxKmfEbqPaNAB9-QsZi/s1600/DSC_0006-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDcgEadW4HqiEMiu0cBtJJZ30Rf32e40A4lh9BdXxdu7w9P2jruIOXRXEWhsFtGZrrMq2XZh-VGGzc1ejBVNMFBIpywQmSGTEfLWfT5nwjB3a3Gd6N9N_im8oydxKmfEbqPaNAB9-QsZi/s400/DSC_0006-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
Sleep: BETTER! I fully attribute this to the tubes and the time change. Going down at 7pm - or I should say crashing hard at 7pm. He'll either wake up at 5am and want to be held for just a few minutes and then goes back down or sleeps all the way through until 6:30pm or 7pm. Harris is a great napper, down to one nap a day but goes down about 12:30pm and sleeps until about 3pm. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblh9yp2ZuZn6PtjCWbUwzhdR5QU-gjvOSoa9iuuhcVhU4J0kPLCUD9ss1o6fNvOAzF-0O_vU2mGuKoXX-ja9PkEbVDYvguLvdF5RU6q6pGBvlzMaLR04GONaDpLIiUy2by6OuSKBbTnc7/s1600/DSC_0007-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblh9yp2ZuZn6PtjCWbUwzhdR5QU-gjvOSoa9iuuhcVhU4J0kPLCUD9ss1o6fNvOAzF-0O_vU2mGuKoXX-ja9PkEbVDYvguLvdF5RU6q6pGBvlzMaLR04GONaDpLIiUy2by6OuSKBbTnc7/s400/DSC_0007-001.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>
Communication: Babbling up a storm. We're working on baby signing but pointing and grunting is his main form of communication. Says dadada, mamama, lalala and babbles quite a bit. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfu2u5OrBT5ic9OfnQM90IILS1Sp7ptvNHl_OJwzluk27sitnp8Zd_MvHFsiVQwEQzRUog5B3PW42dTe5lekCiqjD8-zp2GIDcip9zi6e3hvvcKiUyOHyI_9Zt-so0C_zpAlX6QAtZILL/s1600/DSC_0034-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfu2u5OrBT5ic9OfnQM90IILS1Sp7ptvNHl_OJwzluk27sitnp8Zd_MvHFsiVQwEQzRUog5B3PW42dTe5lekCiqjD8-zp2GIDcip9zi6e3hvvcKiUyOHyI_9Zt-so0C_zpAlX6QAtZILL/s400/DSC_0034-001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
Harper and Harris - I am in love with this relationship. Harris adores his big sister and follows her around where ever she goes. Harper is sweet with Harris most of the time. She has gotten a little protective with toys and I, personally, think it's hilarious to see her devise plans of how not to let her little brother touch her toys. She can be pretty creative! In the car, they will just stare at each other and laugh. When Harper dances, Harris dances. When Harper runs, Harris tries to keep up. When Harper wants to do a puzzle, guess where Harris is???? </div>
</div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16875144699705731942noreply@blogger.com0