tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58789817859886403392024-03-12T15:57:25.521-07:00Sweet Tea in a Pink Glasssweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-43049827917080248182010-08-16T00:03:00.000-07:002010-08-16T01:27:49.500-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A couple weeks ago I was listening to a segment on The Today Show as we were completing our morning feeding that really stopped me in my tracks and made me think. The segment that many of you have probably heard of by now was that of The Wall Street Journal article, that spoke of being a target for extra jobs, duties and such because of simply being a SAHM. I can't say that I totally related to the article because my duties aren't always "favors" for others, it's expectations that I put on myself.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">In the recent weeks I've really been fighting an internal battle...you see I'm not technically a SAHM, I do work about 16 hours a week still at the hospital at night since Abby was born. But it leaves me with a lot of free time or what you would think would be a lot but for weeks or probably closer to a month I'm left at the end of the day feeling that I didn't get what I needed done, Abby didn't get enough therapy at home, the list could go on and on. To the point, that it was really getting to me. So I did what any good type A personality would do... I got my "to-do list" in order and put it into action...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">And it went a little like this...</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Meal Planning</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ I believe this has been the biggest most beneficial change, I make my list on Sunday for our meals for the week, this has saved me money, I'm not running into the store every couple of days and buying items that I already have at home. Saves time, I'm only at Publix once a week and the market once a week. And I've lost more weight planning and not eating on a whim. I know how long each meal will take to prepare, so I give myself plenty of time, even making some things ahead, so I'm not rushed...Can we all take a deep sigh of relief. I'm enjoying cooking again ( and my husband is loving it too).</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Schedule</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">~ Each night before I go to bed I put together a time line of how our next day will go, every day is different for us, with therapy, md appt.'s and special plans. The list has helped me to get the things done that need to get done and at the end of the day, I feel accomplished! I was driving 30 minutes away to go to the gym with some friends, instead of going to the gym 5 minutes from my house, that has changed I pick one class a week to met them. The other days I go near home, saving time in the car. Little changes have helped me feel free and I'm loving it!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm the type a person that hates to say "no" and I'm slowly learning quality over quantity, by spreading myself thin as left me feeling not so good but I'm hoping those days are behind me.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">" Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever"~ Keri Russell</span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-90520978174037080172010-08-08T18:04:00.000-07:002010-08-08T19:11:26.615-07:00Down home<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The car was piled high with toys, diapers, formula, a play yard, a bath chair, a high chair, her clothes, her shoes, her things and then there was two small bags for us, you know the mom and dad. The gas tank was full and we were on our way to Mississippi! This was going to be Abby's first of many trips to Mississippi and we couldn't be more excited! We knew we had a long road ahead of us but we would make the best of it, stop often, spend the night, do whatever it took.</span> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">As we crossed into the Great State of Mississippi, I had aspirations of stopping and getting Abby's picture at the state line but she was sound asleep and who was waking this baby for the last hour of our drive...not I! She was great, it wasn't bad at all.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">We had a week of visiting and showing off our lil pumpkin. Granny just ate her up and we just ate up Granny's food. Yum...I aspire to be as good as she is. And after a week I gained every bit of weight that I had taken off but it was so worth it, one of these days I'm going to miss that and I don't want any regrets...</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">We spent a day in Germantown, Tenn., with family and had such a great lunch. It was so nice, my cousins have two girls also, so it was sweet to see all of them together.</span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9Zf96uqHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/yHaP0zEVvxU/s1600/DSC01754.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9Zf96uqHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/yHaP0zEVvxU/s320/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503215675401742450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">I just love this picture, I would like to think that Abby is going after Ella Kate's bow.</span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9aYgaB2MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/spWATdL78w8/s1600/DSC01758.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9aYgaB2MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/spWATdL78w8/s320/DSC01758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503216646732503234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">This picture look forever to get and this was as good as it got.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">One of my favorite memories of growing up of my summer's in Mississippi was going to church, after church having a big lunch and playing outside all day until Sunday night service, though the day my grandparent's friends, neighbors and family would stop by. I still love those days, after church, we had a great lunch and sat outside while the kids played and enjoyed a hot Mississippi summer day.</span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9ckHQW34I/AAAAAAAAAoY/nEML7b3Cw5s/s1600/DSC01771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9ckHQW34I/AAAAAAAAAoY/nEML7b3Cw5s/s320/DSC01771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503219045162737538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">After pumpkin's nap she joined us, notice my new Ole Miss tumbler in the background that Granny got me filled with sweet tea, I wasn't kidding, one of my favorite days!</span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9dLrXFPPI/AAAAAAAAAog/1N3T7Yajxoc/s1600/DSC01783.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9dLrXFPPI/AAAAAAAAAog/1N3T7Yajxoc/s320/DSC01783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503219724869516530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">And she got lots of love from another cousin.</span> <a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9d04SPcXI/AAAAAAAAAoo/XXwujewDGxQ/s1600/DSC01780.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9d04SPcXI/AAAAAAAAAoo/XXwujewDGxQ/s320/DSC01780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503220432713511282" border="0" /></a>Sweet Carlie.<br /><br />And it wouldn't be a trip without our pumpkin and a water melon from Granny's garden and a picture of our little family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9fKUMu5eI/AAAAAAAAAow/F5L5q8BuREs/s1600/DSC01824.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9fKUMu5eI/AAAAAAAAAow/F5L5q8BuREs/s320/DSC01824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503221900495480290" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9fa3TYQuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/I2PnLbJfIO8/s1600/DSC01831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF9fa3TYQuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/I2PnLbJfIO8/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503222184796504802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Are flights are booked and we're going again in less than a month...<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >"Down home where they know you by name and treat you like family</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Down home a man's good word and a handshake are all you need</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Folks know if they're fallin on hard times they can fall back on</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > Those of us raised up down home"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">Alabama</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" ></span><br /></span></span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-89047687787298984922010-08-07T18:17:00.000-07:002010-08-07T19:30:14.815-07:00Sip and See<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >If Abby had anything to do with being born 3 months early, it must simply be that she didn't want to miss a party, especially this party in her honor. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >After Abby was born, we decided to wait and have the shower in Tampa (where I went to middle/high school and where some of my VERY good friends live) after she came home and was doing well, we would make the trip.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >So we finally did.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >And it was great.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Being the guest of honor is always a special feeling but having Abby there after everything she had been though to celebrate with many of those that continued to pray for us, was amazing.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >The party was hosted by a very dear friend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >This was the invitation sent out, it sets the theme...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >(It was Abby's Sip and See, not Taylor's 3rd birthday)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4MQc_5ggI/AAAAAAAAAm4/OHLFCxQS8SA/s1600/Vrsnd-GLtFH-cyVTp-KLEproduct23a_s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4MQc_5ggI/AAAAAAAAAm4/OHLFCxQS8SA/s320/Vrsnd-GLtFH-cyVTp-KLEproduct23a_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502849271494967810" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >The entrance<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4M7aUpb6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/yC_ULjoi51M/s1600/DSC01537.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4M7aUpb6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/yC_ULjoi51M/s320/DSC01537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502850009511063458" border="0" /></a>The food table, mexican my favorite,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4NjdpHUbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eNqQNDfpJgk/s1600/DSC01539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4NjdpHUbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eNqQNDfpJgk/s320/DSC01539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502850697596981682" border="0" /></a><br />The cake, it was so good, my two favorites, chessecake and red velvet. I didn't realize it at first but it's a beach towel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4OFIwPMKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AlDCI4iWrvU/s1600/DSC01540.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4OFIwPMKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AlDCI4iWrvU/s320/DSC01540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502851276105265314" border="0" /></a>And the beachball cookies<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4O1ijxicI/AAAAAAAAAng/6O2gE9gArZI/s1600/DSC01541.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4O1ijxicI/AAAAAAAAAng/6O2gE9gArZI/s320/DSC01541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502852107666033090" border="0" /></a>The favors, so cute and so sweet of her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4PRGjicYI/AAAAAAAAAno/XIMII8vq67A/s1600/DSC01538.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4PRGjicYI/AAAAAAAAAno/XIMII8vq67A/s320/DSC01538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502852581185188226" border="0" /></a>These are many of my very good friends, there were six babies born since Abby, it was so nice to see everyone and met their babies too!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4RAStAMaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BKChcekBA8g/s1600/DSC01547.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4RAStAMaI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BKChcekBA8g/s320/DSC01547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502854491411591586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">And of course getting to met my girlfriend triplets, together these babies weighed 9 lbs at birth. Crazy huh?!? Together we have had each other to turn to though the NICU stays, development delays and everyday ups and downs, although I don't know how she does it with THREE!</span><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4Rw04cL0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/IGYWoMb2Ggw/s1600/DSC01560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TF4Rw04cL0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/IGYWoMb2Ggw/s320/DSC01560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502855325220089666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">Abby looks so long next to these little ones...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">We had such a great time with everyone and it was so cute, I loved every bit of it!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" >"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."<br />- Sent by Donna Roberts </span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-6761174612073630052010-08-06T18:26:00.000-07:002010-08-06T18:50:52.523-07:00Apparently the Chinese really like me.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Yeah...so can someone explain all the Chinese comments that I receive!?! I must be like the pop star that struggles over here in the United States and becomes a huge star over seas. Well then I would like to send a "shout-out" to my peeps over Seas, thanks y'all!<br />I'm turning over a huge blog leaf, I'm back in the game, I miss it, I love it and I'm commited. I have a lot to say and to tell you about. I know it's been awhile, I can explain...it's been so long, so much as changed Abby got her license and has become another driver in the state of Florida that can barely see over the wheel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TFy4iEbSv1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mmxKoHlpGwE/s1600/DSC01600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TFy4iEbSv1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mmxKoHlpGwE/s320/DSC01600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502475740183183186" border="0" /></a><br />She makes me laugh.<br />I just love her so much.<br /><br />I now know where the saying " I could just squeeze you to death" comes from, I just can't get enough of her.<br /><br />Stay tuned more to come very soon, like tomorrow!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" >The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key. ~Edward Abbey<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-32151406944200513142010-06-27T08:14:00.001-07:002010-06-27T08:35:30.517-07:00Yummy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TCdq44LxXfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U_VGZEcn6MU/s1600/fourthofjuly%2B015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/TCdq44LxXfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U_VGZEcn6MU/s400/fourthofjuly%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487472196361215474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've been waiting a whole year to make one of these too cute for words fruit pizza. Last year </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://theluckiestmrs.blogspot.com/">The Luckiest Mrs.</a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> posted a tutorial on how to and I've been super excited to share with you with her permission, of course. I wanted to try it out before I actually served it (that's the insecure chef in me) it turned out so cute and good. I wish I had a picture to share but I totally forgot to take one. But I got to thinking...I love chessecake and this would be super cute and tasty on a chessecake as well. Head on over </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://theluckiestmrs.blogspot.com/2009/07/berry-patriotic.html">here</a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> for the complete post!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The United States is the only country with a known birthday. ~James G. Blaine</span><!--TSCA--><br /><br /></span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-11281501825675034792010-05-24T12:56:00.001-07:002010-05-24T13:31:18.699-07:00I've so missed you...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Just hitting the icon "New Post" felt blissful...</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Oh blog how I have missed you.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >I don't even know where to start we have been on the go, to the point where I'm not sure if I'm coming or going. We went on our first family vacation to Charleston and loved it! Lesson learned when you have a baby, stay walking distance to everything, we would put her to sleep with the stroller flat and were able to walk and eat not waking Abby it was so nice to have some alone time, I want to go back!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Abby is growing... to me at least! Premiee mommies seem to be overly obsessed (my name is Erica and I have a problem) with their babies weight. She is 7 months and 13.5 pounds...Woohoo! Give the girl some credit she weighed less than 2 cans of diet coke! She is starting to show some delays (that's another post) so we are at PT 2x a week and OT once, lots of time in the car. I think maybe in the last 2 months there has been 3 or 4 days during the week that either her or I haven't had a doctor's appointment, Crazy! And with all that being said, we're doing great!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >We've been spending our free time in the pool and outside when we can, it went from Winter to Summer in about 2.5 hours here and it's almost so hot, you can't stand it!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >We've put our house up for rent, pray we can rent it out SOON and are starting to look for a new house, I'm trying not to get too excited, this could take awhile but I'm so happy!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Did I tell you all that I missed you! Really? I did.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >I took sometime away from the house today and left my pumpkin with daddy and told him I was going "surfing" for a couple of hours. Aka, I'm going to McDonald's where the fountain diet coke is flowing for a dollars these days and enjoying some alone time and catching up on some emails and surfing the net. And as I'm sitting at the 50's diner style McDonald's, next to the jukebox (the only plug-in) playing Elvis, it's not exactly what I had in mind. I'm thinking next time Panera.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">You know I had to show pictures of my little one...</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S_rg4xkQ__I/AAAAAAAAAl4/X6_PTC_Z2K8/s1600/DSC01414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S_rg4xkQ__I/AAAAAAAAAl4/X6_PTC_Z2K8/s320/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474935563005001714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S_rhGbOvSkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/lSorEbufSXI/s1600/DSC01274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S_rhGbOvSkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/lSorEbufSXI/s320/DSC01274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474935797527300674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" >"A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again." ~Author Unknown<br /></span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-53671991111796882462010-03-01T21:26:00.000-08:002010-03-01T21:59:59.936-08:00I feel like I need to explain myself...<div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I can't tell you how many people have said to me (after seeing the picture of abby in her closet) she has too many clothes, "she'll never wear all of them". It was mainly people that don't know me or anything about us. Yes, she has a lot. We were blessed with so many awesome gifts including clothes. And yes, I did buy some. But I want to share with you a little secret ...shh. I'm only going to say this once and then it is between you and I only. It's called consignment shops. There I said it, now my secret is out.<br />My mom is to blame she introduced me. And now I'm hooked, I just can't see spending lots of money on an outfit unless...I'm totally in love (which as happened a time or two).<br />Here are a few of my steals...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4yklDbx1NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/r4zh3f26CfY/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4yklDbx1NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/r4zh3f26CfY/s320/DSC00753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443907006068020434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4ykgVHy2VI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XETjGV8X_44/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4ykgVHy2VI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XETjGV8X_44/s320/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443906924916693330" border="0" /></a><br />These beauties...I paid 15.oo dollars for each. Aren't they sweet. We all know that smock dresses are super expensive, so I couldn't pass them up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4ykbumRIgI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UfmRHlKNMkQ/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4ykbumRIgI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UfmRHlKNMkQ/s320/DSC00761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443906845856047618" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, Burberry. The dress was 10.oo and sweat suit 25.oo, how can I pass these up.<br />But to be honest, I get a lot of things for like 2.oo-7.00 dollars. And then I don't feel so guilty about spending 50.oo when I see what all I leave with.<br />I live in West Palm Beach, Florida, so if your ever in the area stop by one of my favorite consignment shops and tell them I sent you. There is one in Boca Raton called </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Will and Emma</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, they have a ton of Ralph Lauren and Lilly. And the other in tucked back in a court yard in the Town of Palm Beach,<span style="font-style: italic;"> ABC's</span>, they have a little bit of everything, I've seen everything from Target to Gucci . This is where I got 2 of the smock dresses.<br />And the best part is that if you wash them well and have them wear a bib, you can sell them back.<br /><br />Happy Shopping<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">"A bargin is something that you can't use, at a price you can't pass up"<br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-41726653610404678732010-02-24T09:07:00.000-08:002010-02-24T09:28:01.650-08:00Batteries not included.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Before we left the hospital I worked with the physical therapist on some exercises I can do with Abby when we got home, other than just tummy time until she starts physical therapy to help improve her neck muscles etc. For weeks I've been sitting her in the bumbo for a few minutes at a time and helping her to control her neck muscles and finally on Sunday she sat there for about 3o minutes, I was so proud. And now when I'm in the kitchen I prop her up in the chair and when we eat dinner she's on the table with us. I'm loving it! And another great thing...it doesn't run on batteries. I never thought of batteries as a great baby shower gift but we have gone though so many batteries.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4VeeLD7s0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/wV4WmvI8xtA/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4VeeLD7s0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/wV4WmvI8xtA/s320/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441859597205484354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4VhMByGo3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/6o22xKShzto/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4VhMByGo3I/AAAAAAAAAlY/6o22xKShzto/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441862584012022642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"A baby is born with a need to be loved -- and never outgrows it."<br />Frank A. Clark</span> <br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-43046387324725242552010-02-23T09:45:00.000-08:002010-02-24T09:28:36.929-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Yesterday, was our first "family photo session". I was so excited but nervous too. Even though Abby is only 9 lbs, she is stronger than a newborn making it harder to put her in "newborn" positions that you usually see in newborn pictures but she isn't quite sitting up or able to push herself up all the way, we are somewhere in the middle.<br />But I think I had nothing to worry about...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVNsmYroI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yzfdUBM5bCU/s1600-h/26617_319675801529_139721311529_3458798_2540935_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVNsmYroI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yzfdUBM5bCU/s400/26617_319675801529_139721311529_3458798_2540935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441497574825045634" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVJXMh0gI/AAAAAAAAAkw/KK33tegaSww/s1600-h/26617_319674426529_139721311529_3458793_3855262_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVJXMh0gI/AAAAAAAAAkw/KK33tegaSww/s320/26617_319674426529_139721311529_3458793_3855262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441497500359971330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVRorUw8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/O2dFWdq9DlA/s1600-h/26617_319674441529_139721311529_3458795_4563422_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVRorUw8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/O2dFWdq9DlA/s320/26617_319674441529_139721311529_3458795_4563422_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441497642491495362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVFkw-DTI/AAAAAAAAAko/0VJDYxURhys/s1600-h/26617_319674406529_139721311529_3458791_7991142_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S4QVFkw-DTI/AAAAAAAAAko/0VJDYxURhys/s320/26617_319674406529_139721311529_3458791_7991142_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441497435283000626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">She was a perfect little model.<br />And the photographer <a href="http://www.evegreendale.com/">Eve Greendale</a> was great, she knew just how to keep her in a position and made it so stress free and fun! I can't wait to do another session when Abby is a few months older. Who am I kidding, we're going to be doing alot more of these in the coming years!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">You're going to miss this</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You're going to want this back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You're going to wish these days</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Hadn't gone by so fast</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> These are some good times</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> So take a good look around</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You may not know it now</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> But you're going to miss this</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> ~Trace Adkins</span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-67357311341948167982010-02-13T06:37:00.000-08:002010-02-13T06:52:20.522-08:00A love connection<div style="text-align: center;">So on this eve of Valentine's Day, I can feel the love in the air, actually it's too darn cold to go outside so we are staying warm in the house with the heat on, but there's a whole lot of love in this house.<br />And I think Abby has her first crush...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3a5rwREm_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7bpdWYL9-sE/s1600-h/slide_4770_65981_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3a5rwREm_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7bpdWYL9-sE/s320/slide_4770_65981_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437737761438473202" border="0" /></a><br />This handsome little man, Baylen. I think we all fell in love with Baylen and his daddy's love for him Sunday night. I'm so happy New Orleans won, it was exciting and all but this is what brought tears to my eyes.<br />And even though Abby was asleep before the end of the first quarter, I caught her checking him out on Oprah yesterday, I think she likes him too.<br /><br />Don't you think they would make such a cute couple?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3a8S5XArwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7fL_pcgDJcs/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3a8S5XArwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/7fL_pcgDJcs/s320/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437740632917454594" border="0" /></a><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-71789225359441972222010-02-12T08:04:00.000-08:002010-02-12T08:25:19.154-08:00I just had to add this to my ever growing list...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">There are so many great esty shops that it is hard to find them all but my husband thinks I'm on a mission but I found these super cute "play houses" though a giveaway last night and thought I needed to share. Go over and to </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.maryjanesandgaloshes.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-giveaway.html">Mary Jane and Galoshes</a><span style="font-family: georgia;"> and enter to win one of these...</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3V_6vrMArI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4-6vIcRBDu4/s1600-h/il_430xN.120043320.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3V_6vrMArI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4-6vIcRBDu4/s400/il_430xN.120043320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392772326490802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3WABhCjn4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/tIhO5MKA9-s/s1600-h/il_430xN.122885527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3WABhCjn4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/tIhO5MKA9-s/s400/il_430xN.122885527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392888657059714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3V_-btAboI/AAAAAAAAAkA/A_tUUI_BKDE/s1600-h/il_430xN.114850176.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3V_-btAboI/AAAAAAAAAkA/A_tUUI_BKDE/s400/il_430xN.114850176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392835684888194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Good luck the deadline is Feb. 15<br /></span></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-39678753047110987022010-02-11T17:52:00.000-08:002010-02-11T18:46:10.455-08:00Homemade and Wholesome<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have a love for most all things homemade whether it's a good meal, decorations, clothing, home decor and the list goes on and on. I can't tell you how many times I've looked at something and thought I can do that, then I try it and it's anything but what it was suppose to be. But every once in a while, something actually turns out nice and it never fails every time, my husband says "you should sell those" but that's the thing with homemade items, I don't think others (including myself) realize how much time goes into these items. And just because it's "homemade" doesn't mean it cheap to make.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">But with that being said I love the uniqueness of all things homemade.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I love the doors that esty has opened up for those lovers like myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I thought I would share with you some of my favorite esty shops...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">First, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Little fish in a big pond</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S4nb_oEoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MS9zNrRGs_w/s1600-h/il_75x75.122873554.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S4nb_oEoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MS9zNrRGs_w/s200/il_75x75.122873554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437173637812064898" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S4sO5z3vI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lDUEbLtg7rY/s1600-h/il_75x75.122873555.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S4sO5z3vI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lDUEbLtg7rY/s200/il_75x75.122873555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437173720197357298" border="0" /></a>It's a DIY shop, that sells the pattern, fabric (all ready cut), thread and ribbon for pillowcase dresses.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">About a year ago, before I was even pregnant I purchased a few patterns and with the help of my grandmother (which makes it even that much more awesome) we got them done and I have to tell you they were so easy!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Excuse the picture lighting, Abby was sleeping and I was trying not to wake her but I can't wait for her to fit into them as a dress and then as a shirt when she's older.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S5DpSq-jI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sHrUyfxp7r4/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S5DpSq-jI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sHrUyfxp7r4/s200/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437174122417945138" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then there is<a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.esty.com/shop/andjane"> And Jane</a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">,</span> she has so MANY cute and unique bows, this is what I ordered Abby for St. Patty's Day</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S7XpddcZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/iNvMWvt89TM/s1600-h/il_430xN.122231448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S7XpddcZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/iNvMWvt89TM/s320/il_430xN.122231448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437176665083834770" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The next lady, I'm yet to order from but I can't wait for the day, I seriously went though all her "sold" items a few nights ago and fell in love with so many things, I love the detail in all of her work.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">She makes one dress at a time and this is the Easter dress she has now.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.esty.com/shop/bitsybear">BitsyBear</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S8lfknXRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JsS1lHNInsc/s1600-h/il_430xN.122226399.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S8lfknXRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JsS1lHNInsc/s320/il_430xN.122226399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437178002459286802" border="0" /></a><br />Tell me how cute this little girl is...<br /><br />And then on Saturday I got the sweetest gift for Abby from <a href="http://sheshebows.blogspot.com/">She She Made.</a><br />I LOVE IT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S9kH3NoGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gDkheciH0fQ/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S9kH3NoGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gDkheciH0fQ/s320/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437179078426599522" border="0" /></a>Thank you so much Ashley for your kindness.<br /><br /><br />But my favorite "homemade" gift of all...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S-GEDFTtI/AAAAAAAAAjw/sm3KHQ-rJNw/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S3S-GEDFTtI/AAAAAAAAAjw/sm3KHQ-rJNw/s320/DSC00634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437179661518196434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span class="sqq" style="font-size:85%;">“<a style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/just_as_there_is_a_trend_toward_high_tech_today/215390.html">Just as there is a trend toward high tech today, there is another trend toward high touch - <b>homemade</b> and wholesome.</a><span style="font-style: italic;">”</span></span></div><p style="padding-top: 3px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as0.gif" title="Author Popularity 0/10" alt="" align="middle" height="9" width="11" /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/meryl_gardner/">Meryl Gardner quotes</a></span></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">** Edit**</span></span></p><p style="padding-top: 3px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Realized me links aren't working, if you go to esty, go to shops and enter the shop name, if your interested.</span></span><br /></p>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-12345699701683174082010-02-04T18:50:00.001-08:002010-02-04T18:55:59.426-08:00BFF<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You know the friend that I was talking about in the post prior to this...well I got these pictures from the rehearsal dinner we were at and I want to surprise her with these....</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Surprise.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S2uIJrWHm5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/bmXmvlpbP5g/s1600-h/_1.22.10KristenEverett1.23.20RZ_0187.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S2uIJrWHm5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/bmXmvlpbP5g/s400/_1.22.10KristenEverett1.23.20RZ_0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434587075188333458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S2uIC1siL4I/AAAAAAAAAiw/t2EmlwXE8AY/s1600-h/_1.22.10KristenEverett1.23.20RZ_0188%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S2uIC1siL4I/AAAAAAAAAiw/t2EmlwXE8AY/s400/_1.22.10KristenEverett1.23.20RZ_0188%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434586957707620226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I love this one and I love her too.<br /></span></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-77345291988782769332010-01-29T19:26:00.000-08:002010-01-29T19:50:58.406-08:00Holiday Cheer for next year...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Last weekend we met up with friends in Key West for a wedding and my BFF IRL was able to met Abby for the first time, I was so excited! Although, I wasn't able to be there for their first meeting (I was at the rehearsal), it was special. I love any holiday, any reason to celebrate, I had Abby's Valentine Day, St. Patrick's Day, Easter and even Cinco de Mayo outfits picked out before she was even born. Yes, I'm that girl, sad as it might be, it's the way I roll. I don't buy outfits unless I have a place or event in mind that I can wear it too. The good thing is I don't have many items hanging in my closet with tags on them. But getting back to my story, I love, let me repeat love the day after any holiday sale ( can't wait to get the heart shower curtain at Target on Feb. 15). But the day after Christmas I was feeding, changing diapers, and trying to figure out what it is I'm suppose to be doing and bearly knew it was Christmas, let alone go anywhere the day after Christmas and do any shopping. But this is what BFF's are for...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S2OqE0FdfoI/AAAAAAAAAio/1nRM-MZ1WL4/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S2OqE0FdfoI/AAAAAAAAAio/1nRM-MZ1WL4/s320/DSC00552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372575216696962" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >She brought all these super cute outfits for Christmas next year. Aren't they cute? She will have an outfit for every Sunday in December, the parade, the parties and seeing Santa. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">She's an amazing friend and an amazing auntie.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.</span>"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-- Harlan Miller</span><br /><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-89782233128029158452010-01-19T18:32:00.000-08:002010-01-19T19:15:17.708-08:00A little peak...<div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">As I've told before I hadn't finished Abby's room prior to her being born and though I was "nesting" though our 10 week stay in the NICU, I never seem to beable to get my thoughts together enough to put it into action and so now slowly but surely (by the time I finish, we'll be ready to move on) I'm getting it together. Here's a little sneaky peak at what I've been working on.<br /></span></div><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I've been looking for a mobile for awhile, I wanted something bright and cheerful with birds, to go with my "early bird" theme.<br />I saw this mobile at a thrift shop (Goodwill) for 2.99<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZuQn3DlYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Bu0cOqvI6Kk/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZuQn3DlYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Bu0cOqvI6Kk/s200/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428647632698578306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZuLYDZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/NtURJhKsC38/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZuLYDZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/NtURJhKsC38/s200/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428647542556026770" border="0" /></a><br />And I saw these cute birdie Christmas ornaments on Esty<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZvRmwga4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/YSBilXD2XJY/s1600-h/il_75x75.96451193.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZvRmwga4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/YSBilXD2XJY/s200/il_75x75.96451193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428648749094169474" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.esty/shop/lovahandmade"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lovahandmade</span></a><br /><br />And together this was my end product.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1Zvut2dEyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qwA-Y2oePFA/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1Zvut2dEyI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qwA-Y2oePFA/s320/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428649249214370594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1Zv0BCHkpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TcvikfbtOUw/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1Zv0BCHkpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TcvikfbtOUw/s320/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428649340262912658" border="0" /></a><br />And she will have outgrown it by Christmas next year and we have some cute ornaments for her tree!<br />Not too bad for less then $30.oo.<br /><br />I don't have a before and after picture for my next project but you will get the idea, I have a real love for ribbon and saw a basket at one of my favorite stores in Delray, but it was $120, I loved it but couldn't see spending that kind of money on a basket for toys. But I kept thinking about it and while I was Homegoods I saw the perfect basket for $19.99 and cut up some ribbon I already had at home and this is what I got.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZxTnAcuLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2lVmUG8JmL0/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZxTnAcuLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2lVmUG8JmL0/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428650982544029874" border="0" /></a><br />And my Granny made these cute curtains for her room.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZyiPxvjBI/AAAAAAAAAig/quKTWwEkQuo/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S1ZyiPxvjBI/AAAAAAAAAig/quKTWwEkQuo/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428652333517999122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >This picture doesn't do them justice when I do a picture of the whole room, I'll get a better shot but they are sheer white with ribbon bows at the top, I love them but love them even more that my grandmother made them for her.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Always kiss your children goodnight - even if they're already asleep.</span><br /> <b style="font-style: italic;">H. Jackson Brown, Jr.</b><br /> <br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-64912687398943962402010-01-13T10:42:00.000-08:002010-01-13T11:01:25.436-08:00I spy...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >I've had my eye on these goodies from Old Navy since I received a email with their new spring line, this is something I look forward to every year, I always love their Spring dress and this year is no different. I love the bright colors and because the price is usually right and I always have a coupon, of course. So I went yesterday, hubby said he would watch Abby while I went and did what I needed to do, more or less, what I wanted to do...hehe. But I was disappointed when I walked in and didn't see what I was looking for. The sales lady said maybe next week...Uggg. Thought I would share what I'm loving.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04VeO3fc4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/jS8afG8FdVg/s1600-h/on730457-01qlv01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04VeO3fc4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/jS8afG8FdVg/s320/on730457-01qlv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426298210159129474" border="0" /></a>And I can wear it with these</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04WMjfenTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DYTeCpxST2I/s1600-h/suzysandal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04WMjfenTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DYTeCpxST2I/s200/suzysandal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426299005969538354" border="0" /></a>And this cute top</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04WYBnpifI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-lwFBuw8ukA/s1600-h/on730385-01qlv01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04WYBnpifI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-lwFBuw8ukA/s200/on730385-01qlv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426299203035433458" border="0" /></a>With Jeans or leggings</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >And this dress</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04WjVi3P7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/nbp-Fjq0ggk/s1600-h/on696765-00qlv01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04WjVi3P7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/nbp-Fjq0ggk/s200/on696765-00qlv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426299397362630578" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >And I've been waiting all Winter for these bad boys to go on sale and I'm still waiting, they aren't that expensive but I knew I wouldn't need them this Winter, so I'm waiting...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04XbBbwjfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RWRSd7gMcsg/s1600-h/on691371-01qlv01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S04XbBbwjfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RWRSd7gMcsg/s200/on691371-01qlv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426300354036796914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >So if any of you see these items in your Old Navy, let me know, so I don't have to call everyday next week. I feel like I'm on house arrest!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Carrie: "Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Samantha: " I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~Sex in the City</span><br /></span></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-24948133182427106572010-01-12T18:52:00.000-08:002010-01-12T19:19:16.868-08:00Happy Shoulda coulda Birthday, Abby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S001pYWt2_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/VahGJULkJj0/s1600-h/cake558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S001pYWt2_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/VahGJULkJj0/s320/cake558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426052111079955442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Some time in the last day or two or next day or two, I should have been walking the halls of Boca Community Hospital...waiting. And then pushing and screaming til my little buddle of joy arrived. I have to be honest, I couldn't have imagined pushing a baby out... the thought still scares me. Guess I'll never have to worry about that.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >But instead...I spent the days loving on this little lady.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S003wLYq_MI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rRh8Zx3Vl60/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S003wLYq_MI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rRh8Zx3Vl60/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426054426880834754" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >On Sunday she was 6lbs and 19 in, exactly what I was when I was born.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >And as of<br /> Saturday we are completely off the oxygen and only the monitor at night.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S004i40dN_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yqnCiw-Lhpw/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S004i40dN_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yqnCiw-Lhpw/s320/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426055298070427634" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S004rwtu0NI/AAAAAAAAAgw/z6AODtXJxsI/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S004rwtu0NI/AAAAAAAAAgw/z6AODtXJxsI/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426055450513559762" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >I'm so amazed, she would let me put the cannula in and out of her nose and never cry or pull away, she takes the medication so well and loves the nebulizer, I think it was harder on me than her. She "took one for the team".</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >And tonight we put our first "newborn" outfit on!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S005pyQXu0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/gnv2hG0F0ME/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S005pyQXu0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/gnv2hG0F0ME/s320/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426056516079172418" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >I really think that God gives us children to better understand his love for us. There is nothing in this world that could have prepared me for the love that I feel. We are so blessed, I think more than we will ever know. We said a special prayer for the other babies in the NICU tonight and those waiting to become mothers.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Before I formed you in your mother's womb, I knew you and had a purpose for your beautiful lives ~ Jeremiah 1:5</span><br /><br /><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-54020012351528304652010-01-04T19:21:00.000-08:002010-01-04T19:54:04.581-08:00It won't be like this for long...<div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today we got a call from Abby's doctor explaining that the newborn screening test done before every baby leaves the hospital, showed one of her test levels high and they needed us to come in then go to the hospital to have some labs drawn. So we went the office, they tried to make us feel better, stating that she was doing so well that it could be a bad collection, made me feel a little better. But then they weighed her and she was 5lbs 10 oz, then I really felt better. I'm not sure the name of the test and the condition, but it had something to do with enzymes that break food down and because of her continued weigh gain they weren't too concerned. We went to hospital, had the test drawn, she is such a trooper and headed home to wait for results....<br /><br />The only test that came back today was the one that would be elevated if it was bad and it was ...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >NORMAL</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br />Thank you Lord.<br /><br />Here are a few pictures of the last couple of days and I have to tell you, she is almost too long for most of her preemie outfits, I just can't believe it, it seems like just a bit ago, I was waiting for her to fit into them.<br />I've got her oxygen down to somewhere between the lowest level and off, I need your prayers, I worry so much about it that I'm checking her levels all day long, worried about her, tomorrow the oxygen rental company's nurse is coming out to the house and I can't wait to get her opinion, you would think that being a nurse, I would have this all under control...yeah...no. I think it makes it worse. Hopefully this time next week, we are done with it. I don't know if there will ever come a time that I don't worry for her but I hope that these days of being on pins and needles, worried about her getting sick, her oxygen levels and every other little thing don't last too long.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S0KyoJYr3XI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/L9QwrCWCeGc/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S0KyoJYr3XI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/L9QwrCWCeGc/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093304091467122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S0KyiRngAXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/H_pdnCdQI44/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S0KyiRngAXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/H_pdnCdQI44/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093203221873010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S0KydCwg4HI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7MaM7mKcCDY/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/S0KydCwg4HI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7MaM7mKcCDY/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093113333801074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"It won't be like this for long</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">one day soon</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we'll look back laughing at the week</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we brought her home.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This phase is going to fly by, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So baby just hold on, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It won't be like this for long"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~ Darius Rucker</span><br /></span></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-12017669556148324352010-01-02T12:05:00.001-08:002010-01-02T12:13:56.767-08:00Hotty Toddy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz-nGP1ngnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hBWgqCwHi-0/s1600-h/cbLogo.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz-nGP1ngnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hBWgqCwHi-0/s320/cbLogo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422236202149839474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This is about all that's going on around our house today, making pulled pork sandwiches and watching the Rebels play.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz-oPhbBitI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8WlJCwz1Xrw/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz-oPhbBitI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8WlJCwz1Xrw/s320/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422237461000587986" border="0" /></a><br />Abby's getting to watch her first Ole Miss game!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz-oI4YJb5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/roDPGqyNuCc/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz-oI4YJb5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/roDPGqyNuCc/s320/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422237346903453586" border="0" /></a><br />We need a win.<br /><br />Hotty Toddy starts with the simple question - "Are you ready?"<br /><br />The crowd responds: </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Hell yes! </span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Damn Right!<br />Hotty Toddy, Gosh almighty<br />Who the hell are we?<br />Hey!<br />Flim Flam, Bim Bam<br />Ole Miss, By Damn!</span> </div>\sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-38038029637811409712010-01-01T18:35:00.000-08:002010-01-04T19:21:26.190-08:00Love is in the air<div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Christmas decorations are down and time to get the Valentine's Day decorations out.<br />Here are some ideas I have planned to do...<br />I have a white tree branch "tree" that I use at Easter decorated with eggs that I'm going to use as a Valentine tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6x_EXxGLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6hGsxjLkROg/s1600-h/il_430xN.112949048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6x_EXxGLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6hGsxjLkROg/s320/il_430xN.112949048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421966698463959218" border="0" /></a><br />And decorate with felt hearts.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6xzCpZlQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YJlrgFPlAN0/s1600-h/il_155x125.52310342.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6xzCpZlQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YJlrgFPlAN0/s320/il_155x125.52310342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421966491842614530" border="0" /></a><br />A banner such as this that says BE MINE.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6x4QhsezI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JA7hZRS7uqQ/s1600-h/il_155x125.112825910.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6x4QhsezI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JA7hZRS7uqQ/s320/il_155x125.112825910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421966581467740978" border="0" /></a><br />And I love these.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6x8FMVDAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/oDW-YEGmxW8/s1600-h/il_155x125.112961861.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz6x8FMVDAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/oDW-YEGmxW8/s320/il_155x125.112961861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421966647144811522" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" >Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. ~Author Unknown<br /></span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-7008732298041824782009-12-31T21:47:00.000-08:002010-01-01T18:35:31.052-08:00This was not my birth plan.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Almost a year ago, I think most of us fell in love with a little girl named Harper, I saw a button on someone's blog, checked it out and was hooked, I checked her blog everyday for updates and prayed and prayed for Harper. I was so touched by Kelly though that time (still am), her strength, grace and love for the Lord is an inspiration. After Abby was born I went back to read of her time in the NICU with Harper, there were many times, when I was searching at 2 am for stories of other babies and their journeys, I wanted to know if they felt the way I was feeling and how their stories began or ended. Well, we all know how Harper's began and are privilege to see her as she grows up. And now that time as passed and Abby is doing so much better, I wish that I had kept better accounts of our days whether it was in a journal or though my blog of that time in our lives. But to be honest, I couldn't even get my thoughts together enough to write them down.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">But wanted to share in a nut shell (if that's possible) what happened to me.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hubby and I were packed ready to go to Mississippi for the Alabama/Ole Miss game, we were so excited, Wednesday (the day before we were to leave) I went for a routine checkup (26 weeks) and was scheduled to do the glucose testing, got there had my blood pressure checked and it was high (140/94), they checked it again and got the same. Sent me to the triage area in L&D, did labs, everything fine but I had a "clot" (this won't be the last time I hear the word clot) in my placenta and needed to see a specialist the next day, being selfish and thinking this was all "crazy", I was more upset about missing our trip, so I decided after we go to the doctor's appt., if everything is fine we are going to Mississippi. I called got new flights, we loaded our bags in the car, we were still going to make it.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nope.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Went to back to OB office on Friday, labs were "creeping" up, sent me to L&D again, this time for a steriod shot to help mature Abby's lungs, if we were to deliver...deliver...what...is this a joke. Went to hospital, labs were even higher. Got the shot, went home. I remember getting in the car and just breaking down, this was really happening, this was real. Went back the next day to get the second shot and was feeling hot, I was bright red and didn't feel good, the first time since all this happened and asked them to check me out, I'm so glad, I was having a reaction to the steriod which was a blessing because they decided to keep me over night to watch me and do more labs. Two hours later, the OB specialist came in and told me that I was here til the baby was born, which could be 24 hours or 6 weeks. After he left we were waiting for my 24 hour urine results to come back and when they did, they were off the chart, an L&D nurse with 24 years experience said she had never seen a level that high, I was so scared, scared for me, scared for Abby. They sent the NICU doctor in to speck with me of what to expect with a 27 "weeker". The next morning at 4am I started having contractions, but not knowing that's what it was, I waited an hour to call the nurse, she put me on the monitor, had me drink lots of water and wait for the doctor, who was already on her way to do rounds. She walked in the room and said, I'm not too worried about it, you made it though the night, let's make it though the day, the door didn't even shut and I started bleeding VERY heavy (ruined 2 nurses shoes), my placenta had abrupted, they did an emergency c-section.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Abby Virginia was born on 10/ 15/09 at 9:32 am at 27 weeks, weighing 1 lb and 13oz, 13 inches long.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> The recovery was great, I took motrin a time or two but was focused on Abby. About a week after going home I was having flank/back pain, waited til it was so bad, it was getting hard to breath, went to ER and ct scan results showed that I had not one but two clots in my lungs.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I had never been so scared in my life...I remember asking the doctor if I was going to die. My poor husband had a wife in the ICU upstairs and a baby in the ICU downstairs. We made it though it, with support of friends and family, doctors and nurses that were amazing and trusting in the Lord. I still can't believe all this happened, it's just crazy to me.</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I went for a check up last week and the doctor that delivered Abby came in to say hello and was telling me about all the things that I kept saying to her and it was so funny to hear, she said I kept telling her that this was NOT on my birth plan...he...he. After I delivered I was on high dose of Magnesium and for those that have ever experienced it, it makes you or at least me HOT. She said I kept saying, "I'm a HOT MESS"!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Abby's story still to come...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"If pregnancy were a book, they would cut the last 3 chapters out" unk</span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-39963874214515528492009-12-31T15:54:00.000-08:002009-12-31T16:16:45.450-08:00Happy New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz089sQqhnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dVhwVUrYJk4/s1600-h/3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sz089sQqhnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dVhwVUrYJk4/s320/3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421556556974687858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hope everyone has a great New Year's Eve<br /><br />I just put my new pj's on, husband got a bottle of wine and we're going to hang out with the best thing that happened to us in 2009.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" >"Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right." ~Oprah Winfrey</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"> </span>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-72228280307739040072009-12-27T18:32:00.000-08:002009-12-27T19:26:03.261-08:00Welcome home Abby<div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Last Monday I spend all day running around to get medications for Abby that you can't get at the CVS or Walgreens around the corner, met the medical supply nurse at the house to get everything we needed for Abby to come home, which included oxygen, a nedulizer and a monitor. Got all the meds, went over them with her nurse and left the NICU at 11:45 pm and just cried and prayed that this was the last time that I was leaving without her. And the next day at 4 pm, everything that we have been though seemed so far away as we got to take our little girl home.<br />There are so many levels of emotion that I have felt though this journey, some days I just couldn't get words out though the tears, other days I laughed about it and some days I was scared of what our future held. There were times when I asked myself "why" but then I thought "why not", we are never really sure why things happen the way they do but this is our journey, this is her story. In the beginning hearing stories of other (micro) preemies brought me comfort and I hope that we can bring comfort to others though our experiences.<br /><br />I think it was Thursday afternoon that Oprah was on the TV and I wasn't really watching but Tim Mcgraw was on and I really like him and Faith, so I was listening to him sing and I heard Oprah ask him what was the best Christmas present he ever got and his response was that his second little girl was born 2 months early and came home from the hospital a few days before Christmas and he said it didn't get much better than that and I'm here to tell you IT DOESN'T!!!!<br /><br />Hope you all had a VERY Merry Christmas, I got a few really nice things but nothing is better than having Abby home.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SzgegdWy5vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_cPilJowY6I/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SzgegdWy5vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_cPilJowY6I/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420115694525277938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This picture was taken in the NICU before we knew if she would be home for Christmas or not and a girlfriend talked me into doing a Christmas card either way, so this was the picture that we used. She was off the oxygen here but had to go home with oxygen (another post).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SzgetqsB7XI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fWRAmTOb8JA/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SzgetqsB7XI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fWRAmTOb8JA/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420115921442303346" border="0" /></a><br />And this is Christmas Eve, when our family came to met Abby for the first time, no one was able to come into the NICU other than Brad and I and my mom, so it was nice to share her with our family but we have to be very carefully...no germs, so contact was limited.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Szgem6iz_qI/AAAAAAAAAew/Dzg0_kXBvjw/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Szgem6iz_qI/AAAAAAAAAew/Dzg0_kXBvjw/s320/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420115805439524514" border="0" /></a>Her first Christmas, everyone brought her a first Christmas ornament for her tree, notice there is still nothing on the walls, I do have almost everything and that's on my list to get done very soon and I will share with you.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it has finally come together. What you have always wished for, has finally come to be. You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself... how did I get though all that."</span><br /></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-61893415033863354602009-12-10T21:53:00.000-08:002009-12-10T22:17:12.482-08:00Daddy's girl...<div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Monday we walked in to this blooming little girl...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SyHfJpanabI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kRUaQhBMpWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SyHfJpanabI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kRUaQhBMpWQ/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413853583905352114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SyHfA6ogtjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iapcP-7LxEw/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/SyHfA6ogtjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iapcP-7LxEw/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413853433908213298" border="0" /></a><br />Her daddy walked right over to her, sound asleep and all. Picked her up and loved on her. Other parents, nurses and even the doctor came over to see what all the fuss was about. We are so in LOVE. I think hubby liked the bow more than I did. He loves showing her off.<br />I've been told that when you see your husband with your child, you gain a whole new love for them. I've found this more true than I could even imagine. He can't keep his hands off of her and talks on and on about the things we are going to do when she comes home and is able. I can't wait for the day when we can lay a blanket on the living room floor and get down on the floor and play with her and make her smile.<br />Things are going very well, she is getting bigger and bigger, starting to take the bottle and is in an "open crib". So now we are working on getting the oxygen off, she is getting a course of steriods to help develop her lungs, so keep us in your prayers.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle". ~Albert Einstein</span><br /></span></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878981785988640339.post-68969230956389924082009-11-25T09:31:00.000-08:002009-11-25T10:05:19.804-08:00One HOT mama<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Like many women before me and many to follow one of the first things I did when I found out I was pregnant was google and read everything I could get my hands on and of course, sign up for my weekly updates from "The bump".<br />And as you know, I now have a 6 week old preemie and find these updates a little... well annoying. It's not your fault "bump" how are you suppose to know that my precious little girl couldn't wait any longer to met me and came early. When I got home from the hospital and finally checked my email, you were there and I was mad. But now I'm seeing the brighter side. Week after week as I read your updates, I'm starting to think that maybe there's a good side to missing the last 3 months, triedness, more weigh gain, pains, hot flashes, etc. Your not making it sound like much fun!<br />Today I would have been 33 weeks and this is what "The Bump" had to say...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sw1sngXS2TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/cytgUieyALg/s1600/33E78DC948194359ACC66129D97C03B6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sw1sngXS2TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/cytgUieyALg/s320/33E78DC948194359ACC66129D97C03B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408098153500170546" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Your Pregnancy: Week 33</span></h1><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You are one hot mama -- literally. A 20 percent metabolic rate increase throughout pregnancy can leave you begging for a cool breeze no matter what the weather is like. Distract yourself with an exercise in blind identification. Try to distinguish between baby's feet, fists, knees, and elbows -- all doing some major pushing and nudging inside of you.</span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" class="mainimage"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img src="http://scmedia.theknot.com/%7E/media/C9478EE1B0224059BA73B477476C9454.ashx?db=master&20090424T1513067648" alt="" /><br /><br /><br />So this Thanksgiving Eve, after visiting with Abby (now 3lb 3oz, by the way) and having to leave because they were getting an admission I went across the street to Target and got myself a fountain Diet Coke and enjoyed some shopping time. So 3 refills later (yes, I really did refill) I had found some good stuff.<br />A dress for tomorrow<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sw1uc9l8iLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0ad0xYeduWk/s1600/41dW5NO4ptL._AA260_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sw1uc9l8iLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0ad0xYeduWk/s320/41dW5NO4ptL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408100171390945458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I might not be literally one hot mama but who says I can't look like one.<br /><br /><br />A new Christmas movie, so funny saw it last year and they JUST released it on DVD this week.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sw1veUMKGkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SVC-N6VVvRg/s1600/four-christmases-movie-trailer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBAr1ZQ_oRc/Sw1veUMKGkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SVC-N6VVvRg/s320/four-christmases-movie-trailer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408101294148295234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Think of stretch marks as a pregnancy service stripes" ~ Joyce Armor<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div>sweet tea in a pink glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18044163308447639664noreply@blogger.com5