tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9253869555080264472024-03-05T17:59:25.221-05:00And Ada Makes Threemommy.daddy.baby makes threeJimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04526212183205409586noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-16234853860568065092009-08-20T15:20:00.005-04:002009-08-20T16:04:16.895-04:00testing testing...123Is anybody still out there? It is okay, if you are not. I talk to myself in real life so why not talk to myself on here :)<br /><br />I have a special reason to post. Our <a href="http://www.opportunityknocked.blogspot.com/">best friends</a> in the whole wide world just had their first baby. We are so blessed to call them friends, much lest best. We love you THREE dearly and are so excited that your first is a girl. This combats any potential awkwardness with future vacations with our travels buddies...rahaha.<br /><br />Without further ado...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Miss Gabriella Paige Whitaker</span><br />08.16.09<br />7lbs.11ozs/18.5 inches<br /></div><br />You are absolutely gorgeous Miss Gabbie Girl and we are so thankful to be a part of your life!<br /><br />Your slideshow....Click <a href="http://www.moncriefphotography.com/slideshow/gabbie">HERE</a><br /> <br /> l-o-v-e<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><align="center"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2646/3840012739_5f8ff6909a_o.jpg" alt="DSC_0552" height="332" width="500" /></align="center"><br /><br />This picture reminds me of Becca so much...it is the I just woke up look :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><align="center"><br /></align="center"><align="center"></align="center"></div><align="center"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2491/3840012683_018de8e0bf_o.jpg" alt="DSC_0481" height="332" width="500" /><br /></align="center"><br /> new and old<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><align="center"><br /><align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></div><align="center"><align="center"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/3840801816_dd83e5b5b2_o.jpg" alt="DSC_0426" height="332" width="500" /><br /></align="center"></align="center"><align="center"><align="center"><br /> you are PRECIOUS!</align="center"></align="center"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><align="center"><align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></div><align="center"><align="center"><br /><align="center"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3840012571_abf8b4d235_o.jpg" alt="DSC_0698" height="332" width="500" /></align="center"></align="center"></align="center"><br /><br /> Our family and theirs. LOVE girls!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><align="center"><align="center"><align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></align="center"><br /><align="center"><align="center"><align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></div><align="center"><align="center"><align="center"><align="center"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3840801784_7a415c156f_o.jpg" alt="DSC_0693" height="332" width="500" /><br /><align="center"><br />P.S. Ada LOVES Gabbie. She wanted to give her hug after hug after kiss after pat on the head and over and over and over again. She was really great with her and only had to be reminded a couple of times to be gentle and this was running on no nap for the entire day. Good thing we had Grandma Whitaker, Aunt Sydney and Cousin Casey to play :)<br /><br />I hope to do a strictly Ada update sometime soon. She is doing fabulous and I am kinda starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel with editing and photo sessions and stuff. I don't mind being busy, but suffocating is a bit uncomfortable to sat the least :)<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></align="center"></align="center">-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-69049168612409886682009-04-01T12:42:00.000-04:002009-04-01T13:46:31.633-04:00molly ruth has arrived<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >Molly Ruth Hampton</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">03.30.08</span><br /><span id="profile_status" style="font-family:arial;">7 pds . 13ozs. 20 inches</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday</span> morning started just a little earlier than normal in the Moncrief household. With a call at 5:36am stating her water had broke, <a href="http://www.houseofhampton.blogspot.com/">Jessica</a> and <a href="http://michaelspart.blogspot.com/">Michael</a> let us know that they were taking us up on our offer to keep Reed until a family was available (or indefinitely...we like the kid, after all). 6:20 arrived and so did Reed. He was rocked back to sleep and sleep he did until 10:22am. He was hovered over constantly ensuring that this usually early riser was still in fact alive. In the meantime, Granna called at 9:13am to say Reed's little sister, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly Ruth Hampton</span> had made her grand appearance at 8:42am. Molly Ruth more than made up for the false alarm she gave Jessica and Michael just one week prior. Once <span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly</span> decided to say hello, she did it fast. We know you are a sweet girl already! You were good to your mommy :)<br /><br />After Reed decided he was rested up to see his little sis he had a breakfast for big brothers consisting of banana, strawberrry oatmeal and a side of o's. He did a little pre-<span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly</span> practice with Ada as his little sister at the breakfast table, in the car and a little morning play. Poor Reed was immersed in girly colors from the first hour of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly's</span> arrival. A purple sippy cup for breakfast, a pink floral car seat, a pink sippy cup in the car and oops...pink socks. In the hustle and bustle he accidentally left his shoes and socks at home. Picking up <a href="http://www.bradberryfamily.blogspot.com/">Amy</a> and Anna Kate, Reed was sent to the hospital to meet his little sister.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Reed is such a trooper and is going to be the BEST big bro. . .</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkNyH0ba66-r6ZbGHfZN3myRw39btRVP3bYEeUwLBje4xzrWEJVLcdfdbPrjBq-lTj37HylifTAOtfrjDbo2_QXyP6LKi3jBwjRFXdocpswIFysWcn1shkj8qBfvwBp1rGeDgMf4xwn4/s1600-h/DSC_7269.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkNyH0ba66-r6ZbGHfZN3myRw39btRVP3bYEeUwLBje4xzrWEJVLcdfdbPrjBq-lTj37HylifTAOtfrjDbo2_QXyP6LKi3jBwjRFXdocpswIFysWcn1shkj8qBfvwBp1rGeDgMf4xwn4/s400/DSC_7269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319758974698753218" border="0" /></a><br />Check out<a href="http://moncriefphotography.myshowit.com/mollyruthhampton"> this slideshow of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly's</span> first day, largely through the eyes of her big brother</a>. You will have to click there to meet <span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly</span> if you have not already <span style="font-size:180%;">:)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We love you <span style="font-weight: bold;">Molly</span> girl and can't wait to watch you grow up!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-Sidenote- Hope to be back on here more often. Need to update on what Ada has been up to since she turned one. Be back soon (fingers crossed)!<br /></span></div>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-50947522916479963482009-02-28T16:30:00.001-05:002009-02-28T16:42:07.391-05:00she loved and was lovedA good wife, mother, daughter, sister, "Gran" and friend. Her cancer cured. Her pain is gone. She can again be with the man that she continuously called for, her Hawthorne (She always called the love of her life by their last name). This women who loved and was loved, <a href="http://www.mypathtotheironman.blogspot.com">Jimmy's</a> Gran, went to be with the Lord yesterday.<br /><br />Always holding pictures close to my heart, during times like these they are held even closer. Encouraging you to continually take pictures/have pictures taken of your family.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">November 2008: The last time Ada got to be with Gran. Great Gran had many collectibles and wanted to share one with Ada...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />(click photo collage to enlarge) </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii06jZQgUh_nE0CIxm02NJDvtdBtdJKShWeNmz6QGlqpWV4RHsrdNheNuN_cil9wgFbUUdXzNpjYGWUKUgabjUkvLvn0uPFsCnz401y8jDJjjcBDDl6wCgS_l3tKodkEcuwIUdnFp-QCQ/s1600-h/collage+one"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii06jZQgUh_nE0CIxm02NJDvtdBtdJKShWeNmz6QGlqpWV4RHsrdNheNuN_cil9wgFbUUdXzNpjYGWUKUgabjUkvLvn0uPFsCnz401y8jDJjjcBDDl6wCgS_l3tKodkEcuwIUdnFp-QCQ/s400/collage+one" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307957681890096578" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWchnmte7NcIGkFE9Mdf6FG6T5yUIERvRsr6IDyFbK5ZR2FpRlfvxipeXM6niSZaHlieTKF5HmqkH-DyRLBFejuPwB0Ky91vcf6_hEhF-Nf_R0jkn12zscql_Fv9GsDAibgvX5DaKyAiM/s1600-h/collage+two"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWchnmte7NcIGkFE9Mdf6FG6T5yUIERvRsr6IDyFbK5ZR2FpRlfvxipeXM6niSZaHlieTKF5HmqkH-DyRLBFejuPwB0Ky91vcf6_hEhF-Nf_R0jkn12zscql_Fv9GsDAibgvX5DaKyAiM/s400/collage+two" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307962066636607570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">My favorite...</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23775957@N03/3316414429/" title="DSC_3037 by moncrief.brittany, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3316414429_648eaf3abf.jpg" alt="DSC_3037" width="500" height="332" /></a><br /><br />Now you are free Elizabeth "Gran" Hawthorne. You can dance again with your beloved...<br /></align="center">-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-46799451685608697352009-02-10T00:28:00.003-05:002009-02-10T12:30:25.462-05:00happy birthday ada luv<align="center"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3268536127_8839b4aba7.jpg" alt="DSC_7153" width="500" height="357" /><br /></align="center"><div style="text-align: center;"><align="center">We dreamed about you. We wondered who you would be. We envisioned different personalities and an even more eclectic look. We thought about you often, spoke to you frequently, and prayed for you much. Counting the kicks we knew you would be active, but remained clueless on the specifics of your reality. Though our dreams were big, you far out weighed them. You, Ada Olivia (also know as Ada Luv) are better than we ever imagined. You have made us love stronger and deeper and know love in a way that we never knew existed. You mean more to us than I am certain you will ever know until you, one day, are able to experience the same thing we did exactly a year ago today. We thought we loved you in my belly, but our love for you has grown even greater though we did not think possible. This day is bittersweet. Today you are <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ONE</span></span>! We want to keep you little forever, but at the same time you get even more fun everyday. We love you our Ada Luv and are so thankful that the Lord entrusted you with us for our short time on earth. Thank you for coming into our lives and allowing us to love you as well as we know how!</align="center"><br /><align="center"></align="center"></div><align="center"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">mommy.daddy.ada<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aFIG5-P93Befd35eiM2lXlrP9ALhkDI9QwHv6MnklF-RvxfNxn639Tw4-yUFxzIYlcrfqo-4TvEoDbVpR-Cl6MGw_JZFRcR6ButjYkVE0JttVBod8B3COubuRpl4c9lQ9w55nVgk4Rw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aFIG5-P93Befd35eiM2lXlrP9ALhkDI9QwHv6MnklF-RvxfNxn639Tw4-yUFxzIYlcrfqo-4TvEoDbVpR-Cl6MGw_JZFRcR6ButjYkVE0JttVBod8B3COubuRpl4c9lQ9w55nVgk4Rw/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301118644828902642" border="0" /></a>aMo<br />2.10.08 @ 12:28am<br />6pounds 13ounces<br />20inches<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiov126O5wpeI8mh_IE_x4fqw_uSdScLc9OG0Yv1fX_IgPB8NZWCiJZnclmYIUoP0RLsJTUAP32aPPVZYZg3lzsgYhSE9Re4F9wWzSAyswzi3wn_nHATsFJHNOOu1uU9YsHl1PoL2x5cdo/s1600-h/walking+collage"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiov126O5wpeI8mh_IE_x4fqw_uSdScLc9OG0Yv1fX_IgPB8NZWCiJZnclmYIUoP0RLsJTUAP32aPPVZYZg3lzsgYhSE9Re4F9wWzSAyswzi3wn_nHATsFJHNOOu1uU9YsHl1PoL2x5cdo/s400/walking+collage" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301122675642875410" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23775957@N03/3268549273/" title="DSC_7208 by moncrief.brittany, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3268549273_d06ebc746a.jpg" alt="DSC_7208" width="500" height="357" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23775957@N03/3268528279/" title="DSC_7149 by moncrief.brittany, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/3268528279_fca9fb0715.jpg" alt="DSC_7149" width="500" height="357" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23775957@N03/3268532979/" title="DSC_7150 by moncrief.brittany, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3268532979_7d6d518087.jpg" alt="DSC_7150" width="500" height="357" /></a><br /><br /></align="center"><div style="text-align: center;"><align="center">Love you forever</align="center"><br /><align="center">Like you for always</align="center"><br /><align="center">As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.</align="center"><br /><align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(anyone recognize this excerpt? It is from one of our favorite books)</span></align="center"><br /><align="center"></align="center"><br /><align="center">We love you sweet Ada Luv!</align="center"><br />Happy <span style="font-size:180%;">FIRST</span> Birthday!<br /><align="center"></align="center"></div><align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5so4AM4wCAjxyor-0Y-up9_HbGFhlH8lAzU92XAr_2nTJPcvk8bjg31-iU4MEbU6tmXkeFBsGixa6H8D12QmS5sMPT2x8bsTkx1bTxVA4GegwDeTTdmaHdZY1RUcppdMzJ0fGP8U9GI8/s1600-h/front+back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5so4AM4wCAjxyor-0Y-up9_HbGFhlH8lAzU92XAr_2nTJPcvk8bjg31-iU4MEbU6tmXkeFBsGixa6H8D12QmS5sMPT2x8bsTkx1bTxVA4GegwDeTTdmaHdZY1RUcppdMzJ0fGP8U9GI8/s400/front+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301126466791538162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Huge huge</span> thank you to our fabulous friend Tobi for this awesome hoodie! If you think this is cute and were unable to make it to Ada's b'day party then you are in for a treat. Tobi embellished Ada's b'day garb too. Tobi could you share just a smidge of your talent with me? Just a little tiny baby smidge? Visit Tobi's place <a href="http://wwww.iveyhandgrafted.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br /><br /></span>P.S. Click to enlarge any of the storyboards</span><br /></align="center">-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-25167248485634350592009-01-25T04:30:00.003-05:002009-01-25T08:48:04.655-05:00my baby's birthday<div style="text-align: center;">Yep, you are right. Ada's birthday is not for 16 more days, but today is Jimmy's birthday. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No. 28</span></span>. Whoop Whoop!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9MXBOjstGxcdubqBLT5B_3N-2I47MgUINPvMo81YkVwynJnrUZo5Z6RV2Nu_2PkHgcGToU0XE7yOWW9gBscCKNSIRZ9pEKE1_CjgkIejXniWulAjx-V4CvmmtZYIYXk_yp2F0j3JOiXo/s1600-h/jimmy+b%27day+storyboard"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9MXBOjstGxcdubqBLT5B_3N-2I47MgUINPvMo81YkVwynJnrUZo5Z6RV2Nu_2PkHgcGToU0XE7yOWW9gBscCKNSIRZ9pEKE1_CjgkIejXniWulAjx-V4CvmmtZYIYXk_yp2F0j3JOiXo/s400/jimmy+b%27day+storyboard" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295151150877362594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(click to enlarge) : Jimmy in new b'day cycling garb
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<br />I will have known <a href="http://www.mypathtotheironman.blogspot.com/">Jimmy</a> for 9 years this year and will have been married to him for 7. I can <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >NOT</span> believe it (almost as much as I can <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span></span> believe our little love is soon to be one). He knows me better than anyone else, though sometimes he may not think so. He knows my mannerisms and strange habits and facial expressions. He knows that I love the night and hate the morning. He knows that I hate scary movies, but love romantic comedies and that I really <span style="font-weight: bold;">LOVE</span> to travel. Anywhere. That when I do decide to eat a hot dog I take it plain and that chocolate is my true obsession, but this is not about me. This is about him.
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<br />I won't tell you how we met...how long we dated...where he proposed...or about our wedding day. I won't even tell you that he once gave me an odd and potentially offensive gift for our first Christmas. Okay, I will tell you about that one. An AB ROLLER! Potentially offensive, ah-yeah! Promise, he did it out of love or at least that is what I have told myself all these years :). Either way I love him anyway and about all that other stuff, I am sure I will talk about it at some point. Anyway, today is <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >his</span> day. I love him for so many reasons. I love him because...he is like my dad. He, like my dad, puts special items in his underwear drawer. Like the hand written response he received just today from Charlie Monger, ya know Warren Buffet's best friend. Yeah that's right, the richest men in the world. Okay, yeah. You don't know and well, neither do I. So if you want more information from this section of the post then be sure to contact the birthday boy. Back to the underwear drawer. Does anyone else out their have a husband that has converted his underwear drawer into a secret treasure chest? Proceeding. He changes my oil for me. He will go to the store to get an ingredient I need for a recipe even though he JUST got back from the store and I failed to mention said ingredient the first time around. He cleans the bathroom, empties the dishwasher, irons his own clothes and takes out the trash while never complaining when he comes home to a tornado plowed threw house. He let's me play every day with my most prized possession, my little love, while he works all day to pay the bills. The hubs. He is my sunshine. He literally does make me happy when skies are gray. I love him more today, than the day I first met him. He is my help mate in so many facets. He is the spiritual leader of our home. He is the bread winner and always has taking care of his family at the forefront of his mind. He has always been a great husband and I have been continually floored to see he is an even more incredible father. I love to see their initial response to each other every. single. day. when he gets home from work. Sweeter than pie. His daughter is the apple of his eye and he is the twinkle in mine. Hun, I hope you have a most fabulous continuation of your birthday! You have made me the luckiest girl alive.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Exhibit A: Jimmy gets down in the floor as soon as he gets home to play with his daughter. These are from last week and no neither Ada nor I received something from <a href="http://www.tiffany.com/default.aspx?siteid=1&omcid=G301&iq_id=5610543">Tiffany's</a>. I wanted a little blue box for our first anniversary and so six years later of course I still have it and Ada mysteriously found it. Hey, it is almost Valentine's Day. Any men out there? You should go get the lady in your life a little blue box. You will not regret it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPvLqQxduhRJ_sC2_GBmjQzQFO9aQN77x0lxVcRE3wSvZ6VOQ2Pa0iNwzMRyYgKohAuzVu9Jgxck4uJTwc4Onj3E_vSNAS40yxXrpr83_Gz1Y_9rGfD_HWcy7TEa3myUvO_EL0lq1jUY/s1600-h/tiffany's+storyboard"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPvLqQxduhRJ_sC2_GBmjQzQFO9aQN77x0lxVcRE3wSvZ6VOQ2Pa0iNwzMRyYgKohAuzVu9Jgxck4uJTwc4Onj3E_vSNAS40yxXrpr83_Gz1Y_9rGfD_HWcy7TEa3myUvO_EL0lq1jUY/s400/tiffany's+storyboard" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295151839263849426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(click to enlarge)</span>
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<br />If you would like to leave him a happy birthday hello you can do so here or on his <a href="http://www.mypathtotheironman.blogspot.com/">blog</a>.
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The following recipe is one I intended to try this past week and specifically chose it bc I felt like I already had all of the ingredients on hand and I STILL did not try it. I honestly, completely forgot. Well, hopefully you have the ingredients and will be able to try it on a whim.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Pasta Cartwheels with Cheese and Broccoli</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />prep time: 10 minutes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">cooking: 35 minutes<br />nutrients: calcium, protein, B vitamins (folate, vitamin A, zinc)<br /><br />1/4 lb. pasta cartwheels (will definitely use a cartwheel alternative so I don't have to specifically go out and buy also, will definitely use wheat pasta..bc that is all we had and well, I love it)<br />1 1/4 cups broccoli (cut into small florets)<br />1/2 cup frozen sweet corn<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Cheese Sauce<br />2 tbsp butter<br />1/4 cup flour<br />1 1/4 c milk<br />pinch of nutmeg</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1/2 c grated cheddar cheese<br />salt and freshly ground black pepper<br /><br />Topping<br />2 tbsp freshly grated Parmesan cheese<br />1 1/2 tbsp fresh bread crumbs<br /><br />Preheat oven to 350 degrees<br /></span><ul style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><li>Cook pasta according to packaged directions, drain and set aside.<br /></li><li>Meanwhile, place broccoli and sweet corn in steamer and cook for 4-5 mins or until tender. Cover to keep warm and set aside<br /></li><li>Sauce: Melt butter in small pan. Add flour to make paste and stir over low heat for 1 min. Gradually whisk in milk, bring slowly to boil, and cook until thickened, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, add nutmeg, stir in cheddar cheese until melted and season.</li><li>Stir veges into sauce, then mix with pasta. Pour mixture into greased dish and sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and bread crumbs. Bake in preheated oven for about 15 mins.</li></ul><br />Yum Factor: sounds yummy<br />Ease of Recipe: seems easy<br /><br />Let me know if you try it and I will be sure to let you know too.<br /><br />And because a post is always better with a picture...Here is one I snagged of Ada passed out in the carseat last weekend. She was REALLY passed out. I can not believe she did not wake up when I a.)stopped the car b.) opened my door c.) opened the trunk door d.)started taking pictures.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1EB8IAWVxF8rJWpzaCd3CCiEG9xHSIkNp-OxdOYkiV67enDNpd9xCgIhQ12aUx9D-G3SnYY3OYlDx68OzqbBpZ20oJYSvd0LOksx_z_i2qQyZfzlgT0hwOjHOwXkHpPhOJR8uEA1tIM/s1600-h/DSC_4185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1EB8IAWVxF8rJWpzaCd3CCiEG9xHSIkNp-OxdOYkiV67enDNpd9xCgIhQ12aUx9D-G3SnYY3OYlDx68OzqbBpZ20oJYSvd0LOksx_z_i2qQyZfzlgT0hwOjHOwXkHpPhOJR8uEA1tIM/s400/DSC_4185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293277131884244626" border="0" /></a>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-72201258313901864562009-01-12T00:44:00.002-05:002009-01-12T05:34:58.225-05:00meal item monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jkxDbi6ZCbiX86IQQ33GdAy7hTMd8CXzLB6kLM1waPXtFIhCeKVpjrrZG60VffZqOkHfNlSpDyV9xiI8vcuYaaiMEHY5pd3tO6PsI5xB66-hxydcmUTxGwpXAHeyuVP4GT9N4LmDxME/s1600-h/3190310459_649eb84259.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jkxDbi6ZCbiX86IQQ33GdAy7hTMd8CXzLB6kLM1waPXtFIhCeKVpjrrZG60VffZqOkHfNlSpDyV9xiI8vcuYaaiMEHY5pd3tO6PsI5xB66-hxydcmUTxGwpXAHeyuVP4GT9N4LmDxME/s400/3190310459_649eb84259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290349270752994754" border="0" /></a>I received some great feedback on the inaugural <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Meal Item Monday</span> so I am happy to continue the recipe sharing in hopes to further combat picky eaters or just offer some variety to meal planning. This Monday there are two items listed below (one main course and one snack or side item)<br /><br />Snack item first. I l-o-v-e smoothies. Who doesn't? Hubs and I have periodically made smoothies for ourselves for at least half a decade. It just dawned on me last week...Ada would probably l-o-v-e smoothies too. All the antioxidants in the berries make me so happy. This simple snack was a great hit with Ada. Coupled with a cheese omelet and the smoothie became a complete meal for her.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Mixed Berry Smoothie<br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">prep time: 10 minutes<br />nutrients: vitamin A, calcium, vitamin C, iron, folic acids<br /><br />16 ozs frozen mixed berries (I used the strawberry/blackberry/blueberry/red raspberry combo)<br />16 ozs <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >vanilla</span> yogurt (This is NOT to be confused with plain yogurt. Plain yogurt is bland and completely disgusting. You only have to make the mistake one time and it is never to be forgotten)<br /></span><ul style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><li>Blend frozen mixed berries in blender until you have reached a smooth consistency. A couple of times during blending I take container off and shake it. My blender is seven years old so this may not be neccesary on new models.</li><li>Add yogurt to blend all items together.</li><li>Pour</li></ul>Yum Factor: * * * * *<br />Ease of Recipe: * * * * *<br /><br />My only dilema in offering this to an 11 month old was in what manner she was actually going to be able to drink it. I tried several different sippy cups and ended up opting for a topless sippy cup with an adult straw. I sometimes add ice for adults, but have not felt a need to do so for Ada's smoothie. Using frozen fruit makes for a nice consistency either way.<br /><br />By the looks of it, I think she liked it. . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcB9xA5R0V1MX2044sAKdMEFmANDbvfMep2RG667GIzqXqZY9iA63tjUVTL34MkJhrxUtMAc4g8MhefvK-Vfj8n-auMgM5-rWR2UDywoGL7DryoQvk9Sw2rbsClSE_OHBhZPuraj0xWDQ/s1600-h/3191181186_82f4b1b938.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcB9xA5R0V1MX2044sAKdMEFmANDbvfMep2RG667GIzqXqZY9iA63tjUVTL34MkJhrxUtMAc4g8MhefvK-Vfj8n-auMgM5-rWR2UDywoGL7DryoQvk9Sw2rbsClSE_OHBhZPuraj0xWDQ/s400/3191181186_82f4b1b938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290353376523239074" border="0" /></a><br />Next...<br /><br />Many of you are aware that we have made the decision to raise Ada vegetarian during this portion of her life or a fishetarian I should say. As she grows up she is welcome to make her own decision on meat, but for now only fish for her while her parents are complete hypocrites (I actually do not eat that much meat myself and while I do not consider myself a vegetarian I would not be completely opposed to the idea).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Fillet of Fish with Vegetables</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">prep: 10 mins cooking: 35 mins</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">nutrients: beta-carotene, calcium, protein, B vitamins (including folate), and vitamin C</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1 tbsp butter<br />2/3 c leeks, washed and finely sliced <span style="font-size:78%;">(left this item out bc the hubs did not get this at the store-purposefully or accidentally is unbeknowst to me :)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">1 c carrots (used baby carrots since they are already peeled and "chopped" aka small)<br />2/3 c broccoli (cut into small florets-used frozen that were already in small florets)<br />1/3 cup fresh or frozen peas<br />1/4 lb cod, hake, sole, haddock or halibut fillets, skinned (used frozen halibut that was already skinned)<br />2/3 c milk<br />3 peppercorns<br />1 bay leaf<br />sprig of parsley<br /><br />Sauce<br /><br />1 1/2 tbsp butter<br />1 tbsp flour<br />1/3 cup grated cheddar cheese<br /><br /></span></span></span><ul style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><li>melt butter in saucepan, add leeks-saute for 2-3 mins (did not use), add carrots, cover with water and cook for 10 mins. Add broccoli and cook for 5 mins. Stir in peas and simmer for 5 more minutes, or until veges are tender (add little more water if necessary)</li><li>Meanwhile, put fish in pan with milk, peppercorns, bay leaf, and parsley. Simmer for 5 minutes, or until fish is cooked. Set aside, reserving cooking liquid. Discard peppercorns, bay leaf and parsley.</li><li>For sauce, melt butter in a pan, stir on flour, and cool for 1 min. Gradually whisk in fish cooking liquid, bring to a boil, and cook, stirring until the sauce has thickened. Remove from heat, add cheese, and stir until melted.</li><li>Drain veges and mix with flaked fish and cheese sauce. Blend to a puree of desired consistency for the wee ones. Veges should be tender so they can be mashed or chopped for older babies who are starting to chew.<br /></li></ul>Yum Factor: * * * * *<br />Ease of Recipe: * * * *<br /><br />I tripled this recipe so hubs and I were able to eat it for dinner along with Ada. We had leftovers so that Ada could have it for lunch two more times. The first time we set it before her she refused it before she had even tasted it. I truthfully forced her to at least try it. She loved it after that every time we gave it to her. It actually seemed she liked it the best on the third time she had it. This dish is suitable for freezing if you so desire.<br /><br />I hope this dish is an even bigger hit with your little ones than the couscous (Reed, Anna Kate and Ada actually all ate couscous together this last week. Two out of three kids really liked it. My cousin told me that her little man Brooks also enjoyed the couscous so with this small sample of kids we are at 75% on the yum factor for the couscous). As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-26237043817446660902009-01-07T04:09:00.004-05:002009-01-07T04:18:08.517-05:00wordless wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TbYuUsy4jjO7KrlDwjbEgif7QIbKOOgLiwxZmab6u3v96OtdN5Rfcl_OMjZpwA0-UnCMVe7NDAIBmGXxY5nMdWsXQqzEBVBBCw4XBrSqpOchVTcowyMfhSEcl8Csd5949SdffX0XiD0/s1600-h/3176636730_b065acd66d_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TbYuUsy4jjO7KrlDwjbEgif7QIbKOOgLiwxZmab6u3v96OtdN5Rfcl_OMjZpwA0-UnCMVe7NDAIBmGXxY5nMdWsXQqzEBVBBCw4XBrSqpOchVTcowyMfhSEcl8Csd5949SdffX0XiD0/s400/3176636730_b065acd66d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478404603463154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGLTepl5NtzjQeVc0wdmu5RVRQzvy1jvldr-Gh8SKyV6pp09Ijun4OtKE7EGZoCuqYRdEIc_IEgke3s3lMO3v-JAxCjdlSD2vc7lgPemApaMx6ViWSjabUV4_YjP5R9M0iFLhblLIoxDA/s1600-h/3176626270_1c1b0be3e8_o.jpg"><br /></a>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-50627024129121758972009-01-05T03:41:00.004-05:002009-01-06T12:06:39.923-05:00meal item mondayI <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> what you are thinking....like I have not already written every ones ear off already.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yeah</span>, and for those of you who don't know there are at least four other very recent blog posts lingering under this one. So if you are having a boring (<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">very</span></span> boring Monday) feel free to proceed.<br /><br />Tangent annihilated (finally you say) and back on topic. So I have seen all around the blog-o-sphere a little thing called Meal Plan Mondays where one maps out there entire menu for their entire week. In addition to her menu, I once saw a blog chick type out her grocery receipt in its entirety. Interesting, but not what you will see here. So my blog title is a bit bland and may end up changing it once I get some creative juices flowing, but for now we have <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Meal Item Monday</span>. Every Monday (hopefully) I will share a concoction that I have whipped up for my sub one year old. To give a smidgen of background...this whole idea was contrived after a sickly month of December for my little love that resulted in an unwillingness to eat the variety of foods that she once voluntarily partook in. If you have not experienced this in a child it can be <span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY</span> frustrating. One day the child willingly eats something (scarfs it up even), a few days pass and you offer the child the same thing again and she refuses. You try to <s>cram it down her throat</s> calmly offer it several times and still no such luck. I want my daughter's taste buds back. Things have been going well with these new tasty/healthy/easy recipes so I thought I would pass them along. So here goes the first run of <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Meal Item Monday</span>. Would love some feedback if you end up trying this....don't want to deprive myself of quality time with my family for nothing after all...what am I kidding myself? It is 3am in the morning I am not depriving anyone of anything., ha! Oh my, I really should be sleeping like normal people. I regress....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Cheesy </span><s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Pasta Stars</s><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Couscous </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">prep</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">: 10 mins</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">nutrients</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">: Beta Carotene, Calcium, Folate, Protein and Vitamins B12 and C </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Also, Vitamin A and Iron if couscous is substituted</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1 cup </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">carrots</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> (I used baby carrots that were already peeled)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1 cup </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">boiling water</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">2 tbsp </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">butter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1 tsp </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">butter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1 cup </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">tomatoes</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> (skinned and chopped)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1/3 cup grated </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">cheddar cheese</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">1/3 cup </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">couscous</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> (calls for 2tbsp pasta stars, but I obviously substituted)</span><br /><ul style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><li>place carrots in a small pan, cover with boiling water and cook until tender, 15-20 minutes</li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><li>warm 2 tbsp butter in separate pan, add tomatoes and saute until mushy. Remove from heat and stir in cheese until melted.</li><li>meanwhile, microwave in glass container 1/3c couscous, 1/2c water and 1tsp butter for 2 minutes.<br /></li><li>mix together cooked carrots with their cooking liquid, cheese and tomato sauce. Blend to a puree and combine with couscous.</li></ul>Yum Factor: * * * * *<br />Ease of Recipe: * * * * (would have received a rating of 5, but it dirtied up so many pans)<br /><br />Hubs and I thought this was delicious also. I am going to make more next time so we will be able to indulge as well. This dish is suitable for freezing if you so desire.-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-8341890304853513242009-01-05T01:00:00.012-05:002009-01-05T16:03:38.217-05:00merry christmas eve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBI-N0EKtP7n7lD0foBuWEN7ugN3q1zqE_UksPMSwlV6Fy8sp8Ejuh9c-2StEcj3unJeI9-LaJktS3CFyy_66-jfLQYwIaURMac1s9DIIJZ2giGJGzB_wMH86hTyMxW-5k-oCj_L5-l7s/s1600-h/file1258.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBI-N0EKtP7n7lD0foBuWEN7ugN3q1zqE_UksPMSwlV6Fy8sp8Ejuh9c-2StEcj3unJeI9-LaJktS3CFyy_66-jfLQYwIaURMac1s9DIIJZ2giGJGzB_wMH86hTyMxW-5k-oCj_L5-l7s/s400/file1258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696644790620594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So our <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Christmas</span></span> did not exactly start out as we had expected. Ada had ran an elevated fever for almost 48 hours so we booked a last minute appointment on <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Eve</span> to rule out a potential ear infection. We bundled up and headed off.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMreHmiolbdH8N95mO0g5eqsxqNwJmuWbyNAorlfVvyK3TmGAZeOlC17Z-nfYWRfzKRcMWvdvU5Klc9IG4xoHJENTcMKz4fAuYTfMI2vO-x_WGICKdnijDmzfM6E9AXB-QXuTf9bJZlM/s1600-h/DSC_0359.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMreHmiolbdH8N95mO0g5eqsxqNwJmuWbyNAorlfVvyK3TmGAZeOlC17Z-nfYWRfzKRcMWvdvU5Klc9IG4xoHJENTcMKz4fAuYTfMI2vO-x_WGICKdnijDmzfM6E9AXB-QXuTf9bJZlM/s400/DSC_0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696195296002690" border="0" /></a>But, not before taking a picture of our crazy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Weim</span></span>, Daisy. Poor think has only made the blog cut maybe two other times so since it is Christmas thought I would be generous :) Lurking behind her is Brown Dog (best dog name ever, yeah) a 149 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lovable</span> beast that we were dog sitting for friends. {<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">side note</span></span>: we love to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dogsit</span></span>. We have had many many dogs in our backyard and would be glad to have yours. If you are ever in a pinch with your canine, just let us know and they are welcome to come keep our crazy firstborn pup company}<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAI20XT2XsdMR6FzlyLx6EZFS5UR6PlO5mTaWR-CF8NlNf5Nc4kZtM4Kppz3lotsGJW9tgtdnfJw6wrD5yqVl4QCoCEiGvT8AMisc4HiaQd5W5-CK_k6CDj-XHmMdjgbMyFPiXzjQ2vw/s1600-h/DSC_0362.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAI20XT2XsdMR6FzlyLx6EZFS5UR6PlO5mTaWR-CF8NlNf5Nc4kZtM4Kppz3lotsGJW9tgtdnfJw6wrD5yqVl4QCoCEiGvT8AMisc4HiaQd5W5-CK_k6CDj-XHmMdjgbMyFPiXzjQ2vw/s400/DSC_0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696191994661698" border="0" /></a>Brown Dog himself<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl4WbF9inOlQ5Ak-d83xDM_G2aoiNNlEu-4kXVjN5NdYnhLTbIIZB5UHGiTR23NM5qwyIGkDtv0T-uF2K3WTFlI2mSzTqitTzD81aglG0KWlptBo_At063qBlaRcPBxBxFOM6jr9xmZA/s1600-h/DSC_7507.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl4WbF9inOlQ5Ak-d83xDM_G2aoiNNlEu-4kXVjN5NdYnhLTbIIZB5UHGiTR23NM5qwyIGkDtv0T-uF2K3WTFlI2mSzTqitTzD81aglG0KWlptBo_At063qBlaRcPBxBxFOM6jr9xmZA/s400/DSC_7507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287698491677512578" border="0" /></a>Back to the story. So for the first time we entered the dark side. The side where microscopic illness causing organisms breed. So we took a quick glance, heard the coughing, sneezing, sniffling sounds and turned around for the car. We were not ready for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dark side</span>.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihI_aMjZTGa7ZMhHsyyVD31g7SmDTwPGNI_1YlbTt6jxhsepGp83dy1_CN_GYzacOH-pgSzJS94Fg7nFcAv-ngs4KRXFDAkSLSqFFnfC2md6pWlikVjAreE0cjnnUonG0-CcEPjKBBdpc/s1600-h/DSC_0365.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihI_aMjZTGa7ZMhHsyyVD31g7SmDTwPGNI_1YlbTt6jxhsepGp83dy1_CN_GYzacOH-pgSzJS94Fg7nFcAv-ngs4KRXFDAkSLSqFFnfC2md6pWlikVjAreE0cjnnUonG0-CcEPjKBBdpc/s400/DSC_0365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696187609032738" border="0" /></a>Ada took a short, I am talking brief nap in the car before she was summoned by the Doc. A quick glance down the auditory canal and the doc declared it was most definitely an ear infection which is not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">contagious</span> though the cold that caused the ear infection could be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">contagious</span> to possibly ease the minds that we have come in contact with in the last few weeks.<br /><br />Ada's first prescription and first antibiotics sent us in this direction. Poor people have to work on Christmas Eve...Doctor, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Walgreens</span></span> Employees, etc. I thank each of you very much!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9w8VbDVCMWg3YSAG_lV3wKtHxrKiDGnH-8ffpY_7OD-emooxkQ6_GKwDP92fyqVhVRrKmU3bQU93YBvhXlhmtQJulJL0FG54l70D64VKOQPZtCZKi_50c7H8y5wZJGEXlKHGMr-cBdWc/s1600-h/DSC_0376.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9w8VbDVCMWg3YSAG_lV3wKtHxrKiDGnH-8ffpY_7OD-emooxkQ6_GKwDP92fyqVhVRrKmU3bQU93YBvhXlhmtQJulJL0FG54l70D64VKOQPZtCZKi_50c7H8y5wZJGEXlKHGMr-cBdWc/s400/DSC_0376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696175069382338" border="0" /></a>Her prescription packaging even acknowledged it was her first time by welcoming her to the world of prescriptions on 12/24/08. Hopefully this is one of very few times needed.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglfQhRKW2MrZ8-N4T8MtefxaMVaj2HStnZCa-iZWL7xc8nf4dzQ1CueqhJE8myYXaXgI5J7VYXWd87rFmng0DfGYH4ArdQR87rjQxbiwS3x_a58Z7y5HgVh8jRkqsrV7hn7nRLKn6yqik/s1600-h/DSC_0381.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglfQhRKW2MrZ8-N4T8MtefxaMVaj2HStnZCa-iZWL7xc8nf4dzQ1CueqhJE8myYXaXgI5J7VYXWd87rFmng0DfGYH4ArdQR87rjQxbiwS3x_a58Z7y5HgVh8jRkqsrV7hn7nRLKn6yqik/s400/DSC_0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696170548693218" border="0" /></a>Back to festivities and such. We did something completely different with the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Tree</span> this year. You may find it creative, ingenious or completely tacky. Instead of ornaments we hung your (yes yours!) shiny happy faces on our tree. It was fun to watch our tree fill up with the faces of friends and family and made for a much safer environment for Ada. It was also very neat and very humbling to see some of my work come in the mail. Thank you for sharing my work of your beautiful families this holiday season. I plan to share some of those at some point.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDNAnqYf6cc6lawIiY8TBi8ZQWwG_9uzk9I_5Yk_9HwYSC7t2bKLHo-AJJlN24-SpSCIIto-9g36d3XblsYR5Fg_Yedo-clfl6x5sKswHJ_bKwUPzN0ah90W08pVrKFywgSlZfphqw8M/s1600-h/DSC_0385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDNAnqYf6cc6lawIiY8TBi8ZQWwG_9uzk9I_5Yk_9HwYSC7t2bKLHo-AJJlN24-SpSCIIto-9g36d3XblsYR5Fg_Yedo-clfl6x5sKswHJ_bKwUPzN0ah90W08pVrKFywgSlZfphqw8M/s400/DSC_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692606356986866" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For now I will share ours once again. Check out the clips used to trim the tree with cards. I got those at <a href="http://www.ikea.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IKEA</span></span></a> (one of my absolute favorite places) last year.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuIXqi7lG89ruU7UGUgOHvsN2LedNoBeJba9mNp58J3sTKSXF1cDaMs3kenz04D0M3IdeMHNaL8z_hn3gC6z1A9lRG464qyp5LDyNNjvbCoF13lPoeu9qUlr8sm3ffSqOqyXoIg8OkBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0402.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuIXqi7lG89ruU7UGUgOHvsN2LedNoBeJba9mNp58J3sTKSXF1cDaMs3kenz04D0M3IdeMHNaL8z_hn3gC6z1A9lRG464qyp5LDyNNjvbCoF13lPoeu9qUlr8sm3ffSqOqyXoIg8OkBQ/s400/DSC_0402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692591571513298" border="0" /></a>We normally go to a <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Christmas Eve</span> service at my parents church, but were unable to attend this year with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">E.I</span>. of our little babe so instead we stayed home and read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Town-Bethlehem-Pageant-Lights/dp/0824965663">O Little Town of Bethlehem</a> which is quite the intriguing version of the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Story</span> to a ten month old with all of the twinkling stars that go along with the story. So after slurping up her first round of antibiotics (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">amoxicillin</span></span> to be specific) in its form of brightly colored <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bubble</span> gum pink, a great nap and picking up a last minute gift for my mom (which may or may not have been a live animal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hence</span> the last minuteness of picking up the gift) our family of three headed to my parents house.<br /><br />Mom fixed a delicious meal and we topped off our <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Christmas Dinner</span> with a beautiful made from scratch cake from my sister Jennifer.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVVpv6LCNNZ01fmHGqySfO6tHssJigGAbHVAqxGua9MxQkr2lPW6RL_D47IYQcfE03GFtullNkbk0MzjFkkehGA2MJUNm7XSXcuAi1GQJh4figwcAWz8nbxSDsH9VGBoMutqlIlU2bZM/s1600-h/DSC_0416.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVVpv6LCNNZ01fmHGqySfO6tHssJigGAbHVAqxGua9MxQkr2lPW6RL_D47IYQcfE03GFtullNkbk0MzjFkkehGA2MJUNm7XSXcuAi1GQJh4figwcAWz8nbxSDsH9VGBoMutqlIlU2bZM/s400/DSC_0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692586431569858" border="0" /></a>Ada was still not completely herself and had lost much of her desire for varied types of food.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gRyGrPtivCO-8J45qWT3JlLApzyTqyZAgrnyLhnLujmWVEo15QsFD12oSD8DA2r9LriG0F2TtN53NWe4f04dA3p71QuzV3fid1X2aBvzL94z7Fr41qOUnRC9nArNJ7uIDtpWmvPafew/s1600-h/DSC_0439.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gRyGrPtivCO-8J45qWT3JlLApzyTqyZAgrnyLhnLujmWVEo15QsFD12oSD8DA2r9LriG0F2TtN53NWe4f04dA3p71QuzV3fid1X2aBvzL94z7Fr41qOUnRC9nArNJ7uIDtpWmvPafew/s400/DSC_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692000947837506" border="0" /></a>Roman could NOT wait to open presents and gave us this face when told we were going to take a few pictures first :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSvG_Rlmk03q7gkJFV-libB4nb-2v9MppbOR4xtel67fmiDhLXT_2RRXn3NDXYMJQk6kb927NigrK_9wBPCdaVbEkM4LOKg0qjJELVhQU4V5lZvi85D5-KKnLol6TwTfNoGj8nfTKXAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSvG_Rlmk03q7gkJFV-libB4nb-2v9MppbOR4xtel67fmiDhLXT_2RRXn3NDXYMJQk6kb927NigrK_9wBPCdaVbEkM4LOKg0qjJELVhQU4V5lZvi85D5-KKnLol6TwTfNoGj8nfTKXAQ/s400/DSC_0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691999408896626" border="0" /></a>He quickly turned his frown upside down<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2lMBm9V7Qav1OBg01N18uQBTKfYaK9cbGn533JMzXLDINx3_QeTy-vvD8M2kZ-15QMoNoLFG68g0AMTb6OJNrtRgkaz26rQpIQ5HKPgsjzhlhqp7NpCoZ3E0lifR8rdGdUfvvcJx4wA/s1600-h/DSC_0478.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2lMBm9V7Qav1OBg01N18uQBTKfYaK9cbGn533JMzXLDINx3_QeTy-vvD8M2kZ-15QMoNoLFG68g0AMTb6OJNrtRgkaz26rQpIQ5HKPgsjzhlhqp7NpCoZ3E0lifR8rdGdUfvvcJx4wA/s400/DSC_0478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691990503763730" border="0" /></a>All the little monkeys. (Roman, Peyton <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Carli</span></span>, Ada and Preston)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uugtF3ahDYnaq9HLTdu1To6duJsq-0HfUjzBmOA_6nQDGur2nQIHByVPsDOsrspuSKhTitpMzKKJV1ykOqyfyPzb8tW-hPfGcPeNbzIxhRqKkGkPWIDrVg3T9cp6J36lrYkx-8aUkPc/s1600-h/DSC_0509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uugtF3ahDYnaq9HLTdu1To6duJsq-0HfUjzBmOA_6nQDGur2nQIHByVPsDOsrspuSKhTitpMzKKJV1ykOqyfyPzb8tW-hPfGcPeNbzIxhRqKkGkPWIDrVg3T9cp6J36lrYkx-8aUkPc/s400/DSC_0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691984800002834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-B8xcQJ4L3HoOLx3dDkL2066xlJTNrDD88MwNGgJX3nvQrk4a4wODCpYk7ceMjPmTQ9nDN9QmdRQxvLSnkutoMBQQFRrLFQ5f-IvLi9dOsJjBXLgLj9dsgJtrF1bcuGkPsJk7pPSTE1s/s1600-h/DSC_0521.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-B8xcQJ4L3HoOLx3dDkL2066xlJTNrDD88MwNGgJX3nvQrk4a4wODCpYk7ceMjPmTQ9nDN9QmdRQxvLSnkutoMBQQFRrLFQ5f-IvLi9dOsJjBXLgLj9dsgJtrF1bcuGkPsJk7pPSTE1s/s400/DSC_0521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691976958355298" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mark was unable to be with us this evening, Dad was on the phone with a friend in the hospital and Jimmy was behind the camera so just the ladies and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">kiddy</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">kats</span></span> in this silly pic. Left the serious ones for our personal photo albums :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSs3ejoqORPFvQ8iB47j5z1Kk3Og0A8u4243_DDcrU6YcnJoNP5lVi_EntwuxDon7riaMBwlNjgCG5FK4azT6IVoWHYvEWsXKdYRpP6NbSm_ZjQAYHWpomSoh6Wg66Ft9YgLEwNU9_nHk/s1600-h/DSC_0576.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSs3ejoqORPFvQ8iB47j5z1Kk3Og0A8u4243_DDcrU6YcnJoNP5lVi_EntwuxDon7riaMBwlNjgCG5FK4azT6IVoWHYvEWsXKdYRpP6NbSm_ZjQAYHWpomSoh6Wg66Ft9YgLEwNU9_nHk/s400/DSC_0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691411103173474" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ada's emotional progression while opening presents. It started out really rough, but by the end she could not get enough of her <a href="http://www.target.com/Hasbro-Playskool-Busy-Ball-Popper/dp/B00007G39I/sr=1-1/qid=1231140070/ref=sr_1_1/187-5501224-7152131?ie=UTF8&rh=k%3Aplayskool%20popper%20ball&page=1">Busy Ball Popper</a> that she got from Aunt Suzi and Roman nor could any of the other kids. That little machine entertained each of the four ranging in age from 10 months to 10 years. This is a <span style="font-weight: bold;">great gift idea</span> for a child turning one.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithlCZaKTojTsvOGh4wlPfx50MpdVHb2CZ6ACpMAuQ7SPn8otkQ8fhGICiUc4Ui7iCSOBVSgMPF01kLc-kzpC1sz8pDz_vhBp9_91PzKrG7J1hUFB0jy6Iz7AAqfaQ_zsdOKyA8XRVm2s/s1600-h/3169105985_776c788d2f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithlCZaKTojTsvOGh4wlPfx50MpdVHb2CZ6ACpMAuQ7SPn8otkQ8fhGICiUc4Ui7iCSOBVSgMPF01kLc-kzpC1sz8pDz_vhBp9_91PzKrG7J1hUFB0jy6Iz7AAqfaQ_zsdOKyA8XRVm2s/s400/3169105985_776c788d2f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287686263835317266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not a great gift idea</span> for your mother is surprising her with a dog, even though hers died earlier that year and you could have sworn she said she wouldn't mind having another one. Not only did said mother not appreciate the gift from her daughters, she insulted the gift and proceeded to cry. YES, she shed tears and said she would <span style="font-weight: bold;">never</span> be able to workout again and <span style="font-weight: bold;">never</span> be able to travel again because she would <span style="font-weight: bold;">always</span> have to come home and let the dog out. Well good think we <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">PUNKED</span></span></span> you mom! We are so mean, but you would think mom would not believe us because we do something like this to her every single year. After announcing the joke was on her she withdrew her insults to the gift and said she <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> did like the dog <span style="font-size:85%;">(I videoed the whole thing and unfortunately during a pass off with the video the volume was turned off-tragic-hopefully I can get a copy of </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Suzi's) <span style="font-size:100%;">Thank you Brent and Becca for allowing us to borrow Fiona and completely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">traumatize</span></span> her. I hope she will be released from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">therapy</span></span> soon.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaC61-MsAHBxJy1SbBmX6erpkCZBGrnZ0ZSj_K-t-LWYhYViLCdvN4n3lwZ06Z3RSNGegL_8ZLO5GS1xsRhotbGcYRjPpugsuaO8sw22F4P1o_ivClUTsuRcdv1a5ZAN3NQXhdQ6DxBwM/s1600-h/3169951488_3422cb46c8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaC61-MsAHBxJy1SbBmX6erpkCZBGrnZ0ZSj_K-t-LWYhYViLCdvN4n3lwZ06Z3RSNGegL_8ZLO5GS1xsRhotbGcYRjPpugsuaO8sw22F4P1o_ivClUTsuRcdv1a5ZAN3NQXhdQ6DxBwM/s400/3169951488_3422cb46c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287688221838554930" border="0" /></a>Thankfully we had a "real" gift for mom and dad. It is a<a href="http://www.impartations.net/"> 26x29 family tree</a> personalized with pictures and names of our family. They look way better in person. From the same website, a couple of years ago Jennifer got us the personalized plaque that says "As for me and my house we will serve the Lord" Joshua 24:15. Yeah, that year the joke was on her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bc</span></span> she spelled our last name wrong :), but we really do like the plaque.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jennifer and I are always in competition of being the favorite Aunt. Last year she won Roman over with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ctable%20style=%22width:%2039px;%20height:%201px;%22%20cellpadding=%220%22%20cellspacing=%220%22%3E%3Ctbody%3E%3Ctr%20bgcolor=%22#ccccff%22%3E%3Cspan%20class=%22ebay%22%3E%3C/span%3E%3Ctd%20valign=%22top%22%3E%20%3C/td%3E%3Ctd%3E"> Crayola's Ozzie The Octopus Spout Cover</a> that colors that bath water. He slept with the Ozzie under his pillow. Yeah, how could I compete with that? So this year, I was determined to win. It was not in gourmet packaging nor did it (they) cost a lot of money, but they were his favorite! Roman got four new fishy friends for his aquarium.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0XeEHodE8BpUlPVEp0Yiy7lWfMo0DhXus18atzYQyUmp-d9DPgawgM8wqeeMRu_5t1d3JhW2_q1OWkDZ7Ojijt8RzOBFxW-IVKqWIAxkEHBuIz1dqaYTmRtcgw3clj48SkkfstdAck0/s1600-h/DSC_0771.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0XeEHodE8BpUlPVEp0Yiy7lWfMo0DhXus18atzYQyUmp-d9DPgawgM8wqeeMRu_5t1d3JhW2_q1OWkDZ7Ojijt8RzOBFxW-IVKqWIAxkEHBuIz1dqaYTmRtcgw3clj48SkkfstdAck0/s400/DSC_0771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691428207922930" border="0" /></a> <span>Suzi was sure to tell Roman that he was not allowed to hold the fish. After I acknowledged what he was doing in this picture he was sure to tell me not to worry and that he was not holding the fish he was just petting them. Surprisingly, last I heard all fish were still alive and kicking, but seriously if you want to win over a three year old spend forty c</span><span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ents</span></span> and get him a couple of goldfish and so you don't feel too cheap some accessories too, even though the fish would suffice :)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00xJxZPmPY0fWs1OIPPo4O-AV-EuDwGNOSjaNIDdrSVrWknFinjiV-di_4GWUspVnhjlSoBgsoXL8DhcAfnuuWU2yglzU3TgRouVRcWCbyUDll2nseW80S51BjeyoU0DpwkFNtZAb4nE/s1600-h/DSC_0768.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00xJxZPmPY0fWs1OIPPo4O-AV-EuDwGNOSjaNIDdrSVrWknFinjiV-di_4GWUspVnhjlSoBgsoXL8DhcAfnuuWU2yglzU3TgRouVRcWCbyUDll2nseW80S51BjeyoU0DpwkFNtZAb4nE/s400/DSC_0768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691415508600146" border="0" /></a>Ada is so <span style="font-size:78%;">little</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">big</span> and I think this picture displays just that.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yYKe_qBpOlq7CpENA5bL5sfBpPrQmTcqhiUntTTAYU6XaaWlpPWbtKM_Syxsd4ZZ4i6OcxCMwoBEAizoEfXN7mJFV2u3E-R1MDD7nngMX8Daceu2aUs3b1p4BuIWHRtTKGjzF1TIaiM/s1600-h/DSC_0778.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yYKe_qBpOlq7CpENA5bL5sfBpPrQmTcqhiUntTTAYU6XaaWlpPWbtKM_Syxsd4ZZ4i6OcxCMwoBEAizoEfXN7mJFV2u3E-R1MDD7nngMX8Daceu2aUs3b1p4BuIWHRtTKGjzF1TIaiM/s400/DSC_0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714681195950338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Do you know the tradition of the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Christmas Pickle</span>?</span> I heard of it a few years back and forgot about it until one popped up this year at an ornament swap. I was on the tail of the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Pickle</span> the entire time, wanting to take it home and make it my so I would not forget again the tradition that this special cucumber would bring.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmjsSewcvyTqyRI60c_faWq6vy7ONo3kqvuC19xR9c0zz8UwM1AnEZCFfGz-A0uTwgFH4FB0vqoCPuY350TR1RwZ2rlrbZW9ZbOcpVLRHBiocGpiQtiyU8tXjIOJkfK4gtA4_rc6h-9c/s1600-h/DSC_3917.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmjsSewcvyTqyRI60c_faWq6vy7ONo3kqvuC19xR9c0zz8UwM1AnEZCFfGz-A0uTwgFH4FB0vqoCPuY350TR1RwZ2rlrbZW9ZbOcpVLRHBiocGpiQtiyU8tXjIOJkfK4gtA4_rc6h-9c/s400/DSC_3917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287696635713369698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The pickle is a German symbol of good luck. Traditionally, German parents decorated the tree on Christmas Eve, hiding the pickle ornament last. On Christmas morning, the first child to located the pickle was rewarded with an extra gift from St. Nicholas.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mom also introduced the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Pickle</span> this year and Preston was the one who in the case received a monetary gift from St. Nick for his find.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CMDfyguS0sqEqAQ0asBamxSf35e4jIzEgfJGHWURFKiukyTSm0Jq60PhinOIo1bx77vZH3_j07t-jR-o6y59l28aA9jFQTl1ZQfvGHpS93NUmPMFWTJm-mSS8HGlD4DWTz42R4JMCo0/s1600-h/DSC_0808.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CMDfyguS0sqEqAQ0asBamxSf35e4jIzEgfJGHWURFKiukyTSm0Jq60PhinOIo1bx77vZH3_j07t-jR-o6y59l28aA9jFQTl1ZQfvGHpS93NUmPMFWTJm-mSS8HGlD4DWTz42R4JMCo0/s400/DSC_0808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287691437712629122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Just a random slice of our <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Christmas Eve</span>. More to come. Barf you may say. I know I know I am almost done with my ramblings. On this event, at least.<br /></div>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-27024315609724440002009-01-04T01:00:00.000-05:002009-01-04T02:31:26.104-05:00countdown to christmas part IV<div style="text-align: center;">This year the UTC crowd went to Nolan's house for their first annual Christmas Party. The first year marked high standards with not only a cookie swap, but also an ornament exchange. Good luck to whoever host next year and has to follow that entertainment :) and seriously ya'll this decorating... Kristi has the decorating wisdom of a fifty-five year old. I am so serious! Look at how she tied, place and maneuvered the ribbon on her mantle. Gorgeous!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAYUqEqm9Xi7gODoJ9v4Ahof3w9KR4p5s3-ycuGRSMDoE-9P5c60Rsh5KximEg2sgdiyNsaYm0Pz3TwKYflipbr9gL3Nf5uRG8xS1UWCWzGRmT-9-AanshG6Gvs_eq3L9NHCohUlc9WM/s1600-h/DSC_9421.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAYUqEqm9Xi7gODoJ9v4Ahof3w9KR4p5s3-ycuGRSMDoE-9P5c60Rsh5KximEg2sgdiyNsaYm0Pz3TwKYflipbr9gL3Nf5uRG8xS1UWCWzGRmT-9-AanshG6Gvs_eq3L9NHCohUlc9WM/s400/DSC_9421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287288613380718306" border="0" /></a>And this Christmas Tree...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfBvy6sUKNjDWx3gNik7CSSgs9ec7Rss_8cOMSF2UgtEfApWvtqAV0o0IoQKMRgMrd_POmZ3WJ2XtSYRIaviP0MJG1BbyVgnjUvZs_y1omZbv1Q6EPGEGGQbdfm039CFgxpzNUHkp1W8/s1600-h/DSC_9422.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfBvy6sUKNjDWx3gNik7CSSgs9ec7Rss_8cOMSF2UgtEfApWvtqAV0o0IoQKMRgMrd_POmZ3WJ2XtSYRIaviP0MJG1BbyVgnjUvZs_y1omZbv1Q6EPGEGGQbdfm039CFgxpzNUHkp1W8/s400/DSC_9422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287288611122923378" border="0" /></a>and then all this silliness stepped in and took over all of Kristi's beautiful decor.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwIq2cU7J7GHgFI5ZRoVdLMPMLWXpPgBWqvwL7Q3d8JU9kDbmn9l6H5zN4KLSNslj6Sjz1bIsbOpUvbJWpX_fJKZsyhIhVPNGAzNC2WQ7afl3XCHJgOuTZ90AJGKPvmTMwwgn59hzIyQ/s1600-h/DSC_9419.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwIq2cU7J7GHgFI5ZRoVdLMPMLWXpPgBWqvwL7Q3d8JU9kDbmn9l6H5zN4KLSNslj6Sjz1bIsbOpUvbJWpX_fJKZsyhIhVPNGAzNC2WQ7afl3XCHJgOuTZ90AJGKPvmTMwwgn59hzIyQ/s400/DSC_9419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286651833825666" border="0" /></a>The whole clan minus Brent and Becca (missed you both).<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpVOfN7Gh06gsRgvtSNAZLxcvR4WEa5Fwkg9sYI9iWO2Lyefwn6gnDQVg-IC3mKTMpAZsRGsCUTh3FYt_wUfMCuOr_L__4hghoiSlKlLzWPyN5pjlPmbNwjVrwQYfvANx91PP4LDe168/s1600-h/DSC_9417.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpVOfN7Gh06gsRgvtSNAZLxcvR4WEa5Fwkg9sYI9iWO2Lyefwn6gnDQVg-IC3mKTMpAZsRGsCUTh3FYt_wUfMCuOr_L__4hghoiSlKlLzWPyN5pjlPmbNwjVrwQYfvANx91PP4LDe168/s400/DSC_9417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287334955982646834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMaojlADCM4mHZe6NOdkamfKc7HgTneLXMQcMGH5HAuIUoUUbX_TnSpmlltiWG7kQoej3PJZbZtFmTbAzDsg9fNH5rZfODXMUC7CR0fGU3-PRfI039IQw74X-uf7a4Bd52ILLVBUdM7w/s1600-h/DSC_9417.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All of the little bambinos: Emma (5 months), Ada (10 months), Nolan (4 months) and Owen (3 months).</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcMsEObc94lQgyydMf9w3LZsWnL5m_15wXXgSYGgNvriPIlrqn1iNdzRVjkjY8L2-V8p-lDMoGBKOS7gZV52MuEOILcnNHyYtr_FYkq-XVGiR5GcTHIJWGhw0H4092aV8XR7LcX2sBS8E/s1600-h/DSC_9398.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcMsEObc94lQgyydMf9w3LZsWnL5m_15wXXgSYGgNvriPIlrqn1iNdzRVjkjY8L2-V8p-lDMoGBKOS7gZV52MuEOILcnNHyYtr_FYkq-XVGiR5GcTHIJWGhw0H4092aV8XR7LcX2sBS8E/s400/DSC_9398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286643836657490" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think Nolan is apalled that Emma jumped out of this shot.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpLGkr23h9UuAGOIKxBWeR1JkDusVgGo5F8XK5J8p3I8J5c8hqmV-Tgppa_HVuRGAtcxNZ4DKxOmCP4wLCFXfjHaJoFXjAVDqZo4uun6rCwsLatgM3w2pxuV0c2oGkq09e5eLE1llsMk/s1600-h/DSC_9392.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpLGkr23h9UuAGOIKxBWeR1JkDusVgGo5F8XK5J8p3I8J5c8hqmV-Tgppa_HVuRGAtcxNZ4DKxOmCP4wLCFXfjHaJoFXjAVDqZo4uun6rCwsLatgM3w2pxuV0c2oGkq09e5eLE1llsMk/s400/DSC_9392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286625342551202" border="0" /></a>Thank you Strait family for having all of us take over your house for an evening. The homemade manacotti was scruptious and all of the cookies from the swap did not even make it a week.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I love my grinch ornament. <a href="http://www.themckennaclan.org/">McKennas</a>, I aplogize for the ghetto glowing snowman :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfehMocB1Rm9eUs3Z6m0c-7ch-9BVDA5bdlDMzu69wu4NtnpkNIAinjriOqd1QkMHXSL7m-y_Z_OZCD23DYmMkkHohpvAujQFjgWypuvNAugbcSXN-cbPKB2a-cG1dv2d-gCl2QsBGTZc/s1600-h/DSC_0897.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfehMocB1Rm9eUs3Z6m0c-7ch-9BVDA5bdlDMzu69wu4NtnpkNIAinjriOqd1QkMHXSL7m-y_Z_OZCD23DYmMkkHohpvAujQFjgWypuvNAugbcSXN-cbPKB2a-cG1dv2d-gCl2QsBGTZc/s400/DSC_0897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287317571292463234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My sister, Jennifer, normally hostesses a Happy Birthday Jesus party for our family, but she ended up having hers a little early with her own family so I was so thankful to Christy for inviting us to hers. Along with Ada and I came my mom, sister Suzi, nephew Roman and niece Peyton Carli.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhopfkdljYZGslTLLMRtSXWxSUWOHVyKK9rdfNPUGxIzrzaHCNhl9YiPgBrOJzQVn_SMaFbfciq-j33dGpTf_QJu50qSuSkuvZLh_44AGAP69wUQlQLG2v51B7YIHeUNCJ7HWxCRdeNw/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhopfkdljYZGslTLLMRtSXWxSUWOHVyKK9rdfNPUGxIzrzaHCNhl9YiPgBrOJzQVn_SMaFbfciq-j33dGpTf_QJu50qSuSkuvZLh_44AGAP69wUQlQLG2v51B7YIHeUNCJ7HWxCRdeNw/s400/DSC_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287324721780724594" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were also able to see Jennifer and Tucker! Yay!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmdHiwkj5SofYNOkwsJJB8fx3uQITjMB_IVljk5LWTyLiB6Z2SSbjVxXQBSb1jKsMgYq3fpDMkvAlfKMhzWJiAa8rP_5c_l7O27AZCyHhhIm7mwxvW67jeDuuuneCfWUfoBiRiuAJIlI/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmdHiwkj5SofYNOkwsJJB8fx3uQITjMB_IVljk5LWTyLiB6Z2SSbjVxXQBSb1jKsMgYq3fpDMkvAlfKMhzWJiAa8rP_5c_l7O27AZCyHhhIm7mwxvW67jeDuuuneCfWUfoBiRiuAJIlI/s400/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287327642426945954" border="0" /></a><br />Ada was not acting herself AT all! I kept thinking it was bc we were in the middle of her nap, but we skip her first nap fairly frequently and she usually is fine. We later found out what the deal-yo was.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZdcrNwXOMY5Ng9TYoStt4S_Fcq87NtYpGERGTOYWo8qSSJ-5eXPjAnj59Q-AZvwGuDazDaLCcvF5aEWjanvw9auGlHzPBtOLWC3ROJDWyeUg_eiMbeVUZklfgus7Popt2MER3fFZtI0/s1600-h/DSC_0151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZdcrNwXOMY5Ng9TYoStt4S_Fcq87NtYpGERGTOYWo8qSSJ-5eXPjAnj59Q-AZvwGuDazDaLCcvF5aEWjanvw9auGlHzPBtOLWC3ROJDWyeUg_eiMbeVUZklfgus7Popt2MER3fFZtI0/s400/DSC_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287320115684250290" border="0" /></a>I love the two Happy Birthday Jesus cakes that were made out of cupcakes.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwN-7p1-B6OQkJZ6FfFdHvdHv09we5Pi0MCC-bwCkNv2za0pm3XermzceiBj2Y2buXFsiEwk5M16YLOhIzgv5_0BsAl3QmDsjzKCIur0U13XIysgjbcg6TWVMCv9HeMySsfx9tL_84yk/s1600-h/DSC_0046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwN-7p1-B6OQkJZ6FfFdHvdHv09we5Pi0MCC-bwCkNv2za0pm3XermzceiBj2Y2buXFsiEwk5M16YLOhIzgv5_0BsAl3QmDsjzKCIur0U13XIysgjbcg6TWVMCv9HeMySsfx9tL_84yk/s400/DSC_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287327656911595858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04mXR4htCYlgXZb1IC3v0ahi7ShdwSJvY560lgbx6Ip3sZ8H31NcL59Q1z1w9RtI25qxbUg1dQ5Qwj9CS0-Qb3j8Q3SdQSDjuZL-Ij3msb5UR1frvT4lQt358inGSQCFRLPOfD4YhAlE/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04mXR4htCYlgXZb1IC3v0ahi7ShdwSJvY560lgbx6Ip3sZ8H31NcL59Q1z1w9RtI25qxbUg1dQ5Qwj9CS0-Qb3j8Q3SdQSDjuZL-Ij3msb5UR1frvT4lQt358inGSQCFRLPOfD4YhAlE/s400/DSC_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287324680603190290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> It definitely made it easier when it came to dividing up the cake.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnZihpjsOIC3A8rkDtyM-4yXgcX0cgNWsT4hwUM9FNbufx8KJxg9n5mSJIK8BDrSI4MBdkjfKDgR5v5dM9Jq6j_qMbN6NfS3fJbuGKPY6bLfthsryzePLwp58Y5nqlwoPAdLqANawjbU/s1600-h/DSC_0069.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnZihpjsOIC3A8rkDtyM-4yXgcX0cgNWsT4hwUM9FNbufx8KJxg9n5mSJIK8BDrSI4MBdkjfKDgR5v5dM9Jq6j_qMbN6NfS3fJbuGKPY6bLfthsryzePLwp58Y5nqlwoPAdLqANawjbU/s400/DSC_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287324726635505698" border="0" /></a>Tucker kept staring at my sister Suzi while she was holding him. He was thinking, "You look kinda like my mom, but you certainly don't sound like her." Suzi and Jennifer (ironically the same name as my other sister) remind me so much of each other. They have extremely similar personalities. That is why I love them both so much!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCG3zkTXRvfxBQM14OuYmxFJH0vTpRvm2Zg0hzKfLUkzHC4xpWQH00SAYL09VzT2v93mPhF-1-t5-_xipiPvO9Z_GH6iciui4Np0z7kCm4udLEc2CC5efv5ehXzGcKgWZcmpJm997YIVk/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCG3zkTXRvfxBQM14OuYmxFJH0vTpRvm2Zg0hzKfLUkzHC4xpWQH00SAYL09VzT2v93mPhF-1-t5-_xipiPvO9Z_GH6iciui4Np0z7kCm4udLEc2CC5efv5ehXzGcKgWZcmpJm997YIVk/s400/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287327646217979746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jennifer and Tucker<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGlGv2gIdQU-hICvE4bTtRtiaH-nW5834eFGWj_vS-mTJVgypLXTzhpgNkcN5zXQMqKsu5TUcwmFS5cXyoPz_NuyI0z9ent9O0b7cLq0eug-MGFGKtBjkMzR8aox73KoNoqhvPyV7f9U/s1600-h/DSC_0065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGlGv2gIdQU-hICvE4bTtRtiaH-nW5834eFGWj_vS-mTJVgypLXTzhpgNkcN5zXQMqKsu5TUcwmFS5cXyoPz_NuyI0z9ent9O0b7cLq0eug-MGFGKtBjkMzR8aox73KoNoqhvPyV7f9U/s400/DSC_0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287324686826023282" border="0" /></a>Roman (3 years old) with a dab of icing<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91cs6fdYN1NrRallCjVbDkRqxuBzr_Jlx4f2sF9Zza7vynYYxNzkExMUhreOgCLdzCX5WFxcfnTU2xHxNcF9ShvVqBsrGIg0B5_K7c_RxfI2i3C8oAK_IsmGjYtYjfiduUYXGAxni6O0/s1600-h/DSC_0103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91cs6fdYN1NrRallCjVbDkRqxuBzr_Jlx4f2sF9Zza7vynYYxNzkExMUhreOgCLdzCX5WFxcfnTU2xHxNcF9ShvVqBsrGIg0B5_K7c_RxfI2i3C8oAK_IsmGjYtYjfiduUYXGAxni6O0/s400/DSC_0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287320132248462882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Peyton Cali (8 in Jan) about to dig in<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QcnX9Ek4cHPEMUwl4vPyShPMzyITxW7uiy8Vtt7wWglu8tGtMlpkU6ciqC6EnKQTMQIDHZVoUXTVkjEQg2lmPJc6_0Pf3EVYgZTtFrjbW3GQ3tkqE89HjSygpaDXd8VkyNEJNxdqNJ0/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QcnX9Ek4cHPEMUwl4vPyShPMzyITxW7uiy8Vtt7wWglu8tGtMlpkU6ciqC6EnKQTMQIDHZVoUXTVkjEQg2lmPJc6_0Pf3EVYgZTtFrjbW3GQ3tkqE89HjSygpaDXd8VkyNEJNxdqNJ0/s400/DSC_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287324685231448610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ada not being her sweet self, but still being pretty sweet.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AL708iiCORBmspvIZz4fnac23k-dE-qV_f9s8M2aEULNLgjkng5-r_8UPC9H8301HmyZJQCkMJ637ArbaJrjthOlkSbQIYj3USrd2AioJQo8ic-tlhHcNKHDCBcZaH9CB7Lwz3uFl_0/s1600-h/DSC_0099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AL708iiCORBmspvIZz4fnac23k-dE-qV_f9s8M2aEULNLgjkng5-r_8UPC9H8301HmyZJQCkMJ637ArbaJrjthOlkSbQIYj3USrd2AioJQo8ic-tlhHcNKHDCBcZaH9CB7Lwz3uFl_0/s400/DSC_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287320137249528882" border="0" /></a><br />Speaking of sweet. Jenna was there.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wy4GMiJt2So4Majuo3zT8GmdL_M30cgiU8EugW6JNLdvJq5jI2dMfc9Tde-aypOs1XmwDoUVljeXURIBkGcJTLPtH3FuhtssLr-V64wmEQ79bhQ3HFVjD0mCozRjknsGwcDDPvNpv68/s1600-h/DSC_0128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wy4GMiJt2So4Majuo3zT8GmdL_M30cgiU8EugW6JNLdvJq5jI2dMfc9Tde-aypOs1XmwDoUVljeXURIBkGcJTLPtH3FuhtssLr-V64wmEQ79bhQ3HFVjD0mCozRjknsGwcDDPvNpv68/s400/DSC_0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287320124418206722" border="0" /></a><br />Seriously, almost to Christmas. Just a couple of days away...It is almost Jesus' real birthday. On the blog that is.-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-27250030590795025562009-01-03T20:30:00.007-05:002009-01-03T23:08:38.582-05:00countdown to christmas part III<div style="text-align: center;">For <a href="http://bandbwhitaker.blogspot.com/">Becca</a>'s birthday we were able to celebrate with her for a whole almost 24 hours. We met her at <a href="http://www.simon.com/mall/default.aspx?ID=1259">Opry Mills</a>. It was chaotic to say the least. Mid-holiday season and we are in the heart of one of the largest shopping facilities in Tennessee. What were we thinking? We had a late lunch with Becca solely (Brent was still at work for a bit longer) and then did some mild shopping. We really only hit up four stores then we all had gotten over the whole shopping thing :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Foodcourt shot amongst a beautiful backdrop of not one, but TWO wate disposal containers. We are so good and a little smelly... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34cvVM7UoXl_tcEnSYnvmlStZulrrUsbCEAhOhptJBv2ef5D1zvqFQDzTTQ2lZ9taIKdiutLWuPZwgqJY66IVG-VHocZfb9Gei9MnDGGVX_yNz6HRyafIJSeuianstp1BEW1pIErtXcw/s1600-h/DSC_5989.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34cvVM7UoXl_tcEnSYnvmlStZulrrUsbCEAhOhptJBv2ef5D1zvqFQDzTTQ2lZ9taIKdiutLWuPZwgqJY66IVG-VHocZfb9Gei9MnDGGVX_yNz6HRyafIJSeuianstp1BEW1pIErtXcw/s400/DSC_5989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287258931857976674" border="0" /></a>The girls went into the Old Navy outlet and upon our return found the hubs doing a little bit of this...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2sYr05FpPZbzkSLLga-cg2GQokMrQdBL_TRZ9xeTpKKtz5ChgQeKxdckxqvcY7oL7apUGtJ6v53GAd156ekijPsJ1iZ8oCbXEqWC1K8YUI0fssygkhSo6Ml5tLkhxj8v5Q1-Sfgfork/s1600-h/DSC_5997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2sYr05FpPZbzkSLLga-cg2GQokMrQdBL_TRZ9xeTpKKtz5ChgQeKxdckxqvcY7oL7apUGtJ6v53GAd156ekijPsJ1iZ8oCbXEqWC1K8YUI0fssygkhSo6Ml5tLkhxj8v5Q1-Sfgfork/s400/DSC_5997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287258935217832642" border="0" /></a>Banana Republic and Brooks Brothers had some good light so here are some pics of Becca and hubs with the little love.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKaJM-Jyx_T2N1Ejmh-52iCiuXRCA4AfJkTUBQh-84JJHpHz26RGse-n83LMrbN9ODGC2ynMTcJ61uh6x4Lye5BZndb7eTKPy7qxn-e6ZWDfrcC0YkqIJKjygGiW4GeA6-9iZKhDXYEQ/s1600-h/DSC_6006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKaJM-Jyx_T2N1Ejmh-52iCiuXRCA4AfJkTUBQh-84JJHpHz26RGse-n83LMrbN9ODGC2ynMTcJ61uh6x4Lye5BZndb7eTKPy7qxn-e6ZWDfrcC0YkqIJKjygGiW4GeA6-9iZKhDXYEQ/s400/DSC_6006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287258942556293890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCq71gfS27JMP28FwMV1uLwnIHhdBe-BaQin_l9vSTqFyU_-IO-eAtlIOfCzOkRvR8hZWwJRf0YE0R1C7Y7GfOMq5v4BT7pZ6-Bms4gg5SqTf2kfAxCThb3mYHras8ciQDiVdf-_aonOo/s1600-h/DSC_6010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCq71gfS27JMP28FwMV1uLwnIHhdBe-BaQin_l9vSTqFyU_-IO-eAtlIOfCzOkRvR8hZWwJRf0YE0R1C7Y7GfOMq5v4BT7pZ6-Bms4gg5SqTf2kfAxCThb3mYHras8ciQDiVdf-_aonOo/s400/DSC_6010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287258945700043090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop0AHMDwvV129qR_BgBp8G0ze-NZFmI3WhtADRaaKc4ZgZo6Y2TgvyRtmGQpC2NmtMEdeAGSUeIUC9qev50zrC9Ev5OKH6mkb9AVG739__L07x1eVE80T6OWznF0pWda2lqm1xhFf-Jw/s1600-h/DSC_6012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop0AHMDwvV129qR_BgBp8G0ze-NZFmI3WhtADRaaKc4ZgZo6Y2TgvyRtmGQpC2NmtMEdeAGSUeIUC9qev50zrC9Ev5OKH6mkb9AVG739__L07x1eVE80T6OWznF0pWda2lqm1xhFf-Jw/s400/DSC_6012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287258956274086322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyQY9bW1D155HzZFpCEwYTZfvn0alxsjv5UP0CpUleZZXJgjxFroSQx3SJi1ZH8K0YlnIvqvnTSXtwh9FdXOIAYccYuI58JbJ4sZenGFnMWkvgoKUG8Iw4sJ1QAp4N-iEyAbN3z3z5Us/s1600-h/DSC_6023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyQY9bW1D155HzZFpCEwYTZfvn0alxsjv5UP0CpUleZZXJgjxFroSQx3SJi1ZH8K0YlnIvqvnTSXtwh9FdXOIAYccYuI58JbJ4sZenGFnMWkvgoKUG8Iw4sJ1QAp4N-iEyAbN3z3z5Us/s400/DSC_6023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260427975809570" border="0" /></a><br />After a stressful exit from the mall (30+ minutes to leave the parking lot alone :), Ada went down for an extremely late afternoon nap to be rested up to hit up <a href="http://www.maggianos.com/">Maggiano's</a>. A delectable family style Italian dining experience was a wonderful choice for Becca's birthday dinner and for our taste buds. However, the <s>cave like</s> intimate/romantic lighting definitely did not give way to the best pictures :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWxKejiBSCsgSOxl6mSu0aldaPz0gQir4_7hIziZysU5vXjEGpbEKlKJ98GSTCBHWVIoPSSBn0rKGwBhlnewujBPmqIRs2hVXZP-XvDXZsXV-AIFHM59KrQdigcjvw1Xzmu1RIfcR2sw/s1600-h/DSC_6037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWxKejiBSCsgSOxl6mSu0aldaPz0gQir4_7hIziZysU5vXjEGpbEKlKJ98GSTCBHWVIoPSSBn0rKGwBhlnewujBPmqIRs2hVXZP-XvDXZsXV-AIFHM59KrQdigcjvw1Xzmu1RIfcR2sw/s400/DSC_6037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260435938430018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOP_qMvC4Vkhp7kD3p9cQSMM84eXIgjQEaoYg07BXvN_Oq45_yemBfuC7doUWksytIddvsxEHBzgnW08qQd3yWECiXz7lEVouVTOhXEWdad-ScVCujvnT-BWedhuBpw4DG0P5fIF3n9vA/s1600-h/DSC_6045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOP_qMvC4Vkhp7kD3p9cQSMM84eXIgjQEaoYg07BXvN_Oq45_yemBfuC7doUWksytIddvsxEHBzgnW08qQd3yWECiXz7lEVouVTOhXEWdad-ScVCujvnT-BWedhuBpw4DG0P5fIF3n9vA/s400/DSC_6045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260450919435138" border="0" /></a><br />Oh and there was that beautiful nutcracker that Ada nearly knocked down on the hard stone floor that would have smashed the elegant creature to a million pieces, after I so brilliantly showed her the delicate handle that does the nut cracking or simply allows the little friend to talk.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgL8_jh3-mMpPxVUL7ZEqbslGses6mm-cLGYZHTGLBrA0tB6tLCW7UsIexW2ZXYRVlp1n_8JxHEPItTpNkXhIqZZmrSqQ0aKpk-59eRcgZXAuEssKJYIU6bJBwRKxR9Hzk0JUS_kNRj8/s1600-h/DSC_6052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgL8_jh3-mMpPxVUL7ZEqbslGses6mm-cLGYZHTGLBrA0tB6tLCW7UsIexW2ZXYRVlp1n_8JxHEPItTpNkXhIqZZmrSqQ0aKpk-59eRcgZXAuEssKJYIU6bJBwRKxR9Hzk0JUS_kNRj8/s400/DSC_6052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260454322810194" border="0" /></a>Happy Birthday Boo! So glad we got to spend a mini weekend with you!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Upon our return home I went to a ladies only Christmas party thrown by our good friend Jennifer who is the perfect party planner. She has done several weddings and a coutless amount of parties. This years party was held at the <a href="http://www.southsidechattanooga.org/">Southside Gallery Cafe</a> and was the perfect setting for the girls only affair. There was dinner, dessert and a dirty Santa gift exchange. Many pictures taken, but even more deleted and unrecoverable. Only a few were salvaged. I will share what I have though some of my favorites will have to stay tucked away in my mind forever. Do NOT make the same mistake I did. Back up your photos. I learned the hard way. Thankfully one of the group shots managed to be recovered though if I remember correctly there were some better ones but I am just thankful for what I have :) The ladies...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3u0eSrLBimf4zJZiheOs2G_oYPLr0MLsuT9p7A22tHYhNOyZie-n08E0ysL7O3Dpr_97agexUzEDj7hrpN6JnY_wNJ4vJtbVbKnj7LY-H7D9xjqwYNXVwQvDmAeGPbPVIuaH4OlWiH0/s1600-h/file300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3u0eSrLBimf4zJZiheOs2G_oYPLr0MLsuT9p7A22tHYhNOyZie-n08E0ysL7O3Dpr_97agexUzEDj7hrpN6JnY_wNJ4vJtbVbKnj7LY-H7D9xjqwYNXVwQvDmAeGPbPVIuaH4OlWiH0/s400/file300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287277233808979826" border="0" /></a>and the most important, the dessert buffet. This is a small sample of the goodies Jennifer provided.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3zLkWvQQihvjRsI4GKNcJ2seqLhXbr-JMDHt7-JfFAGZooXwMwhPIMGjqUWQodKcDauDFvVmdNep1hTDTEdy5dfsPAC8KYoLA47HkL0TyAqOo0Dl8Od8CLkFOITnc9AmTOE42QApFgA/s1600-h/file302.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3zLkWvQQihvjRsI4GKNcJ2seqLhXbr-JMDHt7-JfFAGZooXwMwhPIMGjqUWQodKcDauDFvVmdNep1hTDTEdy5dfsPAC8KYoLA47HkL0TyAqOo0Dl8Od8CLkFOITnc9AmTOE42QApFgA/s400/file302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287277672843201874" border="0" /></a>Thank you Jennifer for organizing such a delightful evening. I know we all love our families, but it was a bit refreshing to be out solo and not worry about packing diaper bags and dressing the hubs and see I can actually be on time (early actually) when I don't have the rest of the fam, ha.<br /><br />I, of course, did not feel too bad about an all girls Christmas bash when later that week we attended an all inclusive Christmas party. The theme, the very trendy Tacky Sweater Christmas Party. This was definitely the year for it. So we got tacky. Well, the adults did that is. The kiddos stayed as sweet as pie. {sidenote: I used some funky editing on this one to spice it up for the tackiness of the night}<br /><br />Thank you Santa for coming by to see all of us. We were so thankful to have a personal visit from you. You were great.<br /><br />Tucker, Ada and Santa {sidenote: Ada's red outfit came from <a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/">Pottery Barn</a>. On clearance for under $10!!!}<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXW1wvrKy8Y6Utz82h90lwmOv6-cbu1C0-nHMiyBfTH2oNpB_y11gFmfsFvcQ-VQDfB27I44-jzP0QWGKC_sP-at7Pu5z3HkEPo22UYYfzsAZRHKcywUjtFqIJKehH-6Ay9erZyibwsA/s1600-h/file32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXW1wvrKy8Y6Utz82h90lwmOv6-cbu1C0-nHMiyBfTH2oNpB_y11gFmfsFvcQ-VQDfB27I44-jzP0QWGKC_sP-at7Pu5z3HkEPo22UYYfzsAZRHKcywUjtFqIJKehH-6Ay9erZyibwsA/s400/file32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287279020348673538" border="0" /></a>Santa and <a href="http://www.thefincherfam.blogspot.com/">Silas</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4suXJeGQsz45okMxrB5U3FY9-VcdjUQjvT0lZxW_vt1dD8DSenc5xwSDsu-BeUxSA6ZjxrwBxmQfjO2Cu26R_nsbhEGUiUpBh7Sbt1PI2E50wA4sPpgllMQz6YphaGBjRSbEbXNVycg/s1600-h/file55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4suXJeGQsz45okMxrB5U3FY9-VcdjUQjvT0lZxW_vt1dD8DSenc5xwSDsu-BeUxSA6ZjxrwBxmQfjO2Cu26R_nsbhEGUiUpBh7Sbt1PI2E50wA4sPpgllMQz6YphaGBjRSbEbXNVycg/s400/file55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287279028519978754" border="0" /></a>Adding in Addie and Gabe. Oops, I just realized you can't see Gabe very well. He is semi hiding behind Santa's right calve holding Tucker.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYitsPVbL4ed1ra8LTzDzXdyRHCZ7w53S_PdkW3pM84jB-XXSfG-sCEzf4YUXscjTWFpoNR7STILGSCwJa3Y2p7r7m0y0lpT2Hh-VutT0x0_KDS7oYvSLeNbCrQAc5bJar5YwvNy-0IE/s1600-h/file64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYitsPVbL4ed1ra8LTzDzXdyRHCZ7w53S_PdkW3pM84jB-XXSfG-sCEzf4YUXscjTWFpoNR7STILGSCwJa3Y2p7r7m0y0lpT2Hh-VutT0x0_KDS7oYvSLeNbCrQAc5bJar5YwvNy-0IE/s400/file64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287279031792443234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Silas decided he was very comfy in the arms of Santa so he stayed while Foy and his Mommy got their pic made with Santa. Foy was a bit freaked out by the bearded man. I love a freaked out kid face with Santa, don't you? Priceless. Right in line with Ada freaking out over the Christmas tree.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcgUTkSVs_dxjQx3sEQPkdgYCHfVEzSRmHJie4JRh5ZOCUHUe9GwE6475LQBZ_6Hdr4o7bwBQDeIiJhyphenhyphenJPSw8Zq51L6pCifkz-JX8iZyy0xrFGO_W7rGRdP98zQ3TG7vyiVIbaIoYDCo/s1600-h/file82.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcgUTkSVs_dxjQx3sEQPkdgYCHfVEzSRmHJie4JRh5ZOCUHUe9GwE6475LQBZ_6Hdr4o7bwBQDeIiJhyphenhyphenJPSw8Zq51L6pCifkz-JX8iZyy0xrFGO_W7rGRdP98zQ3TG7vyiVIbaIoYDCo/s400/file82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287279039639992930" border="0" /></a>Not a complete group shot, but a group shot of all of the tackiness that showed up. Check out the sleeve length on Jimmy's sweater.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihq3icIvIS5Ie2OzB_HnokBnJubwWhrobKKLKhBztDIxq4fl6m4cdNnh4bwWR9xGm8KeH6bucbCr6CX4tOeadT0O6pAw_A1ozWlcPDVBsDx8c2lci3TFC0PIfKYgfF07hj7Z_fDuob56A/s1600-h/file142.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihq3icIvIS5Ie2OzB_HnokBnJubwWhrobKKLKhBztDIxq4fl6m4cdNnh4bwWR9xGm8KeH6bucbCr6CX4tOeadT0O6pAw_A1ozWlcPDVBsDx8c2lci3TFC0PIfKYgfF07hj7Z_fDuob56A/s400/file142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287279042887608450" border="0" /></a>Merry "almost" Christmas. Yes, in the real world the holiday has come and gone, but on my blog it is just almost here.<br /><br /></div>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-75602980491758405562009-01-03T16:52:00.004-05:002009-01-29T00:41:22.895-05:00christmas card photo sessionEarly one very cold Saturday morning we left to meet up with new friends Josh and Amber Ulmer of <a href="http://ulmerstudios.typepad.com/ulmer_studios/2008/12/magical.html">Ulmer Studios</a>. I love how they captured our family. It was fun being in front of the camera usually being behind it :) This was the first family session we have had together since the birth of <a href="http://www.moncriefphotography.com/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Moncrief Photography</span></a>. As we interacted during our photo session my mind scrolled through snapshots of clients. Seeing interactions that they were brave enough to share with me and anyone else who would eventually see their pictures. The ones that many times happen so often only in the comfort of ones home. Sweet hugs and kisses. Those sweet interactions that you want your children to remember later on in life and while they will know it, it is also fun for them to see it. Thank you Josh and Amber for braving the cold with us and taking such "magical" pictures of our family. You two are the greatest!!! I want to share many many many more soon, but for now here is our Christmas card and head on over to the Ulmer's site to check out some more :) Oh, and I updated my profile pic to reflect an Ulmer creation as well!!!<br /><br />I am sorry if you have not received your card. I just got one back in the mail today and have heard of a couple of others who never received them. Cheers to the gloriously reliable United States Postal Service. Just kidding USPS, well kinda....<br /><br />Here is the sequence we used...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCU3FsF9HVe0qhRnbkobsO5VFg73GHhXH_0nzqUm6vQCpP9c42etCgoozhygNHzwghKPHOtRBpkxPmJSwiUt0L8HhTiuUnyc_43uw9543_3BESO2UZ4mCU0FcDJnmv28rhlVD7crz0a8/s1600-h/6a00e54fa1ab138834010536a08232970b-450wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCU3FsF9HVe0qhRnbkobsO5VFg73GHhXH_0nzqUm6vQCpP9c42etCgoozhygNHzwghKPHOtRBpkxPmJSwiUt0L8HhTiuUnyc_43uw9543_3BESO2UZ4mCU0FcDJnmv28rhlVD7crz0a8/s400/6a00e54fa1ab138834010536a08232970b-450wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287252436277264562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixChvyO0iSKeHYueYrpggUHtOzhidxFT8jSDPa0dMkinO4mK1ipPBRZjMO0jnCgy-Hz57289_yA450z8Ff0ewEmbNfjDzOHG5GhtPv47QFwYlL9LT0vxPTkh2_GrMvE_6vRHLfQe_dJBE/s1600-h/DSC_3392.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixChvyO0iSKeHYueYrpggUHtOzhidxFT8jSDPa0dMkinO4mK1ipPBRZjMO0jnCgy-Hz57289_yA450z8Ff0ewEmbNfjDzOHG5GhtPv47QFwYlL9LT0vxPTkh2_GrMvE_6vRHLfQe_dJBE/s400/DSC_3392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287230314813014194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUgwKrVLph8ubH6Q7496PWfFCplYEkYr10XuyziPqibA4XK7cQa5N-OTYD2CMVrn4XepN4luU-nKemve5_iowkoeh4LM7C2evoG8hitXy1dJv_XfAzhr5Yfoq6WE40XxI6tYaGWPlZOQ/s1600-h/DSC_3393.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUgwKrVLph8ubH6Q7496PWfFCplYEkYr10XuyziPqibA4XK7cQa5N-OTYD2CMVrn4XepN4luU-nKemve5_iowkoeh4LM7C2evoG8hitXy1dJv_XfAzhr5Yfoq6WE40XxI6tYaGWPlZOQ/s400/DSC_3393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287230319790452034" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And we did not take many pictures that day, but we snagged a couple...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DRhR49dsLTG9FuQuX8PPkUX2R0bIKuI57ZRFkgcTyWn3u49tDx7BiTHzZhbNlZYlcrsd8AWgRFBbzhWCCBBLo6-phmysKBAtElmDhgr6mIJoB1e3t7SPjkisZaEFSggxC4oZ3AEaEqg/s1600-h/DSC_5979.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DRhR49dsLTG9FuQuX8PPkUX2R0bIKuI57ZRFkgcTyWn3u49tDx7BiTHzZhbNlZYlcrsd8AWgRFBbzhWCCBBLo6-phmysKBAtElmDhgr6mIJoB1e3t7SPjkisZaEFSggxC4oZ3AEaEqg/s400/DSC_5979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287231299744593762" border="0" /></a>We of course had to do a self portrait...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsUeomv9ihD0avIYU82ewX9FiIs5dcxLFN2WulhYgdXO2AJ1Q5hYCGpzrJBJU7bMy08wW-9n8yK0O2oaq8KlQoJaWtmtXuT__AXV7vuvBhvY-8KOVHjb2Cy7ZYplN2TArEWOkrnPskTo/s1600-h/DSC_5981.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsUeomv9ihD0avIYU82ewX9FiIs5dcxLFN2WulhYgdXO2AJ1Q5hYCGpzrJBJU7bMy08wW-9n8yK0O2oaq8KlQoJaWtmtXuT__AXV7vuvBhvY-8KOVHjb2Cy7ZYplN2TArEWOkrnPskTo/s400/DSC_5981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287231304568928130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It was too cold for me to take off Ada's sweater the day of the photo shoot. The chick was already sporting some blue lips:) She had the cutest <a href="http://iveyhandcrafted.blogspot.com/">Ivey Handcrafted</a> onesie by the forever talented Tobi underneath that was just waiting to be shown off. So one random warm day that we had in December we stripped off the sweater and Ada showed off her little personality....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZe2UZAeW3X2zXi0L3E2xbZq9tCJip6dCnImu4v3Ylg9_UekrArXk9HZw-WoYigp-R_zVJsxcmZpXvno2dBRJ-2vIa5Ii8d_i8viWIjIxynRkX1zlP0nfo_Qs22COFG0XEneRFVdVQb7U/s1600-h/file154.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZe2UZAeW3X2zXi0L3E2xbZq9tCJip6dCnImu4v3Ylg9_UekrArXk9HZw-WoYigp-R_zVJsxcmZpXvno2dBRJ-2vIa5Ii8d_i8viWIjIxynRkX1zlP0nfo_Qs22COFG0XEneRFVdVQb7U/s400/file154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287235079648640914" border="0" /></a>...and during those moments the back of our Christmas Card was born :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUl0qqRSNpnrzDmxXvKMxAbeke5tkEORerTTXQWr15QS6w2isuXsasen7y5q2eUEYn6hjPLdDaOtyxIEUcaEJKAXgffNaYQE8xAJzxuzM_WAWk1-sn_KqgSYxrpiiwlYXJWnNnD6j464/s1600-h/DSC_3413.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUl0qqRSNpnrzDmxXvKMxAbeke5tkEORerTTXQWr15QS6w2isuXsasen7y5q2eUEYn6hjPLdDaOtyxIEUcaEJKAXgffNaYQE8xAJzxuzM_WAWk1-sn_KqgSYxrpiiwlYXJWnNnD6j464/s400/DSC_3413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287230326096828354" border="0" /></a>Thank you Ulmer's and thank you Tobi for personalizing our Christmas cards and making them so special. You each are very talented and are truly inspiring!<br /></div><br />P.S. Our CCs were printed by <a href="http://paperlocket.com/">Paper Locket</a>. Wendy the owner is super nice and talented. The next time you need something printed then be sure to check them out and actually if you mention me and you will get some free cards...I told you Wendy is sweet. I referred many to her over the holidays so she started offering the free gift as a thank you.-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-45627102430885189632009-01-03T15:50:00.001-05:002009-01-03T21:14:46.706-05:00countdown to christmas part IIThis quite possibly could be a very boring post for many to read. This was done for documentation sake so those who care nothing about the week my family was sick and/or detest country music (okay, I am not a HUGH fan of it myself, but who can resist a little C-A-R-R-I-E) be sure to stay at bay :) Oh and we actually took many pictures this week, but being the doe doe that I am I deleted them. UGH! That was a stressful moment since sickness was not the only think deleted. So, no pictures for this post.<br /><br />The following week was a whirlwind. Ada was sick for the first time in her 10 months of life. She has had a little cold of course and several runny noses, but had not been sick enough to phone the on call nurse (or murse-male nurse-in this situation:) at whatever o'clock in the morning it took place. A <a href="http://web.me.com/brittanymoncrief/Site/journal/Entries/2008/12/10_vaughn_siblings.html">photo session</a> on that Saturday led to a visit with Uncle Mark, Aunt Jennifer, Preston and Peyton Carli for Ada. Upon retrieving my wee one from her cousins, Jennifer mentioned that Ada was not acting herself. Jennifer was so convinced that something was up that she followed me to Wal-Mart and went inside to get some meds in preparation of an upset. She went inside and left Ada and I nestled in the car and returned with <a href="http://www.similasanusa.com/products-earache-relief.cfm">earache relief numbing drops</a> (I suppose it is like Oragel for your ears so Earagel...ha...yeah nevermind) and Ibuprofen. I already had Tylenol at home and Jennifer informed me that while both Tylenol and Ibuprofen are to only be administered ever four hours, with different active ingredients in each, the two can be alternated so the infant can be given fever reducing meds every two hours. My sis is full of kiddie wisdom and I am so very thankful. The first OTC drug was not put into use, but the latter certainly was. Ada continued to not act like herself, but no major ailments prior to going to bed. We still chose to go ahead and stay home from a Christmas party we intended to attend (Ada was going to Mimi's house) and we are so thankful that we did. Asleep at her normal bedtime, Ada awoke around 2am. We allowed her to settle back down, but she awoke again 15 minutes later. Completely unlike her to wake in the middle of the night hubs and I headed upstairs to find our sweet little girl in a sea of peas and carrots in her crib. She was drenched. We took her downstairs for a bath, temp check and cuddling. Squeaky clean she lost her peas and carrots once again. As I have expressed to many, I had no idea the difference between spitting up and throwing up in an infant until that very moment. To see your baby's body convulse as her little tummy empties was devastating. In tears I held her. She had an elevated temp the entire night that peaked at 103. She was on fire. It was the first night that she had been held the entire night through. It was the saddest yet sweetest night. Thankfully there was no more throwing up for our little girl, but then it passed to the hubs. To hear a grown man throw up is a disturbing sound. For 24 hours I only saw the hubs in 3 minute increments to bring him requested items (first a bowl-ugh, water, crackers, etc.) To prohibit the spread of germs he stayed quarantined and would call me on my cell when in need. I knew he was sick when this avid reader did not even do that. He stayed in bed for a solid day straight and did absolutely nothing. SOOOO unlike him. Everyone finally started perking up and I have NOOO idea how I ended up without the crud, but am so thankful that it stayed away from me. I literally drank a whole 2Liter of O.J. (vitamin C) in 36 hours. Overdosing on orange juice, vitamins and prayer must have done the trick.<br /><br />The day between Ada and the hubs getting sick I was able to escape for just a bit and have some fun girl time. <a href="http://www.bradberryfamily.blogspot.com/">Amy</a> and I went to see Carrie Underwood preform. It was an incredible performance though Ams and I both agreed that it was the first concert we had ever wondered will it <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> end verses I hope it <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> ends. The girl played for forever. It really was delightful. I love her sweet charisma and hope that she continues to remain humble in her successes. So here is a clip from the concert of a sweet little girl named Caroline singing "American Girl" with Carrie. Be warned you may get sick yourself camera shack and unexplained static :)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkcg04bTuS3xDsFt-3vVY1ObKlvUFdcxVl0tu9cK2LIcKof8dpoALcOGN_LqafCXf-D6D8TbRgmNmIGTAo8Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Wow, you stuck around. See, it was not that painful was it?-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-41310856108527265872008-12-30T12:00:00.001-05:002008-12-30T13:49:34.233-05:00countdown to christmas part I<div style="text-align: center;">Before turning over to a new year I thought I it would be nice to at least be caught up on December. Let us not forget the entire month of November (minus Thanksgiving). Oh and that trip we took back in October, yikes. Back to December.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We started the month wondering if Ada was even going to like Christmas. We put our tree up the weekend following Thanksgiving. Ada did not like the bare naked tree. She in fact was repulsed by it. As if on a preceding night the bold green Christmas tree had snuck into her room and promised nothing but hatred and hurt. She literally screamed and cried at the big green "monster" that stood tall in our living room. We of course laughed and we videoed. I suppose if I was right under 2.5 feet tall a Christmas Tree could look like a big scary hairy green odd human. Of course upon adorning him with some sparkle Ada learned to accept, love and even torture our fine tall green furry friend.<br /></div><br />proof... (please forgive us. I promise we ARE good parents)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz-AF4GzYkL_4YleenNgz5d7JQZXh_evHmp09DPbpzBwr7HANDw32kFfV0I7xxJg7RUPULwr_G5HOpbiBS9mg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I was further assured that Ada would enjoy Christmas (not that I REALLY ever doubted) when a couple of days later a package came in the mail and Ada immediately dove right into the bubble wrap, paper and boxes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YqofLLrwU8oyHOjlc7FQcK4iF3_n7cPrPMIBT03CO3DLGenCgtNBeNMLd_1Gix4fI2RiR3X4sGqRTEkl1yhh8gLOmd2zkB3GpuJQEKsydObDoRFng2lGpQ1xrr3_gjeJB5uUgoDL4Jw/s1600-h/0001_DSC_1112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YqofLLrwU8oyHOjlc7FQcK4iF3_n7cPrPMIBT03CO3DLGenCgtNBeNMLd_1Gix4fI2RiR3X4sGqRTEkl1yhh8gLOmd2zkB3GpuJQEKsydObDoRFng2lGpQ1xrr3_gjeJB5uUgoDL4Jw/s400/0001_DSC_1112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615445755301570" border="0" /></a>We later turned Ada's feet green...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF10t5giu2WQUD0wnZEGyqkL810R8DpKO1fGQ5L-Btn0eLDnW7wKmsKetuGXuss6KG2A4bIyPfXoH6LO2nKFfyAuY-2wTDxeGWhqNu4fjQzyGs_flms3LhPySET3IJRd2rHBoO2jg3aao/s1600-h/0002_DSC_1148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF10t5giu2WQUD0wnZEGyqkL810R8DpKO1fGQ5L-Btn0eLDnW7wKmsKetuGXuss6KG2A4bIyPfXoH6LO2nKFfyAuY-2wTDxeGWhqNu4fjQzyGs_flms3LhPySET3IJRd2rHBoO2jg3aao/s400/0002_DSC_1148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615418114827170" border="0" /></a>...along with two friends...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9TMi4Lz-7z7VbgP7o2dyoBtjYu1FLSyl7nmP8bVPdLZZmz3WhTL3UFab8vAZt4D5l_SjeIurY9gJaBZcSHezygA4G-raz_qrOh1pKduyUcNaINwydwNSfAWkkZJnW9saFkpdlxG8mbY/s1600-h/0004_DSC_1202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9TMi4Lz-7z7VbgP7o2dyoBtjYu1FLSyl7nmP8bVPdLZZmz3WhTL3UFab8vAZt4D5l_SjeIurY9gJaBZcSHezygA4G-raz_qrOh1pKduyUcNaINwydwNSfAWkkZJnW9saFkpdlxG8mbY/s400/0004_DSC_1202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523491110872546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...to make these for their grandparents<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KxdbAl993sH9wYwbySH7avqPEVKHjGe9DoAt4547X4QoQX123PaqZvz_-vfZNe73vv5h6mExRuT5PUIMhiaSjR7N49IROWpUsfAisf3k946MlbRmu4Cya0JDPZ0QDXRT5VC0EduKSVw/s1600-h/0001_DSC_1139.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KxdbAl993sH9wYwbySH7avqPEVKHjGe9DoAt4547X4QoQX123PaqZvz_-vfZNe73vv5h6mExRuT5PUIMhiaSjR7N49IROWpUsfAisf3k946MlbRmu4Cya0JDPZ0QDXRT5VC0EduKSVw/s400/0001_DSC_1139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615443520866178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The green foot definitely required a late night bath, which was held in our kitchen sink and no this is not the only time in Ada's 10 month of life that we have bathed her in her bathtub in the kitchen sink. Call me crazy or old and feeble, but bending over in the real bath does not feel good on the knees and back.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknx8fWYrz-odKoqmrVxhR6YUmpawPawQmYBjuMHpykNbdKO5iXOuvGeDEF41N-XoATLH1jUjvt4zJQuUdMGPrtZVHtynOtliCAeCyjIB3NOW2dQ4dVOUp36H_oztExcKqm4devhf8iac/s1600-h/0001_DSC_1253.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhknx8fWYrz-odKoqmrVxhR6YUmpawPawQmYBjuMHpykNbdKO5iXOuvGeDEF41N-XoATLH1jUjvt4zJQuUdMGPrtZVHtynOtliCAeCyjIB3NOW2dQ4dVOUp36H_oztExcKqm4devhf8iac/s400/0001_DSC_1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615436159501826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We then went to Ada's first Christmas party where we did her first ever craft, a reindeer from the tracings of her hand...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdppzYBwKdQuDAPdMAp7ZO5YzvvEwjkVo1JZo5GmFcZ_SQvWQG7zZLBhLLftqlqx9n04j8iEhaMaAa4PRX6svJGKoS5CFTxFBY474jLJN7mXd7EtzwpJxb2Ik4uWbCArWc9kpEMoOZAA/s1600-h/DSC_1291.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdppzYBwKdQuDAPdMAp7ZO5YzvvEwjkVo1JZo5GmFcZ_SQvWQG7zZLBhLLftqlqx9n04j8iEhaMaAa4PRX6svJGKoS5CFTxFBY474jLJN7mXd7EtzwpJxb2Ik4uWbCArWc9kpEMoOZAA/s400/DSC_1291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523477041123506" border="0" /></a>...at this sweet little girls house.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkXfxV8DnROhkIxYGe9zsGMm3RxbQKz379YQBuItMlb4B519XxIVgdWYxztL1P7fcd7pJWIzwbreb9D79jYx-jxEQ1leX04yxD5A1KhR9bhuPIm7RU4hrGWPwsuE5pCbqKlbd3ML8lbc/s1600-h/0008_DSC_1323.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkXfxV8DnROhkIxYGe9zsGMm3RxbQKz379YQBuItMlb4B519XxIVgdWYxztL1P7fcd7pJWIzwbreb9D79jYx-jxEQ1leX04yxD5A1KhR9bhuPIm7RU4hrGWPwsuE5pCbqKlbd3ML8lbc/s400/0008_DSC_1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285519209623570802" border="0" /></a><br />Lastly we played on a train on a mountain with three friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpT9kQ4CUXcoCYSqWQp8cvqY9zsCOUKLt2uzImAlHnPZNEuDF4E97stxv9HNYzS0Fv4sQcmCUYnm8DxzhyVYVsNkfAvLGTZvgceNaBzawqbRmxGKrjRV8fN4hjLHDsNkiLvoAZEFSex4/s1600-h/DSC_2824.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpT9kQ4CUXcoCYSqWQp8cvqY9zsCOUKLt2uzImAlHnPZNEuDF4E97stxv9HNYzS0Fv4sQcmCUYnm8DxzhyVYVsNkfAvLGTZvgceNaBzawqbRmxGKrjRV8fN4hjLHDsNkiLvoAZEFSex4/s400/DSC_2824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285517817171614866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The conductor and <a href="http://www.houseofhampton.com/">host</a> for the event who was not quite himself, but a sweetheart anyway.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C8vwNuVnqW837WJRbmNGRX2X-hCljLb6vvSvKErFW_jKwmbqYSgIZewN2LlKaGR8q8V5_D892tNj0YL3LcmG7DZsiojx5CJ6wMc8aRQyh1t6wu-vw6IZdKLRt3iPaCvd-eqYJoKEzg0/s1600-h/DSC_2754.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C8vwNuVnqW837WJRbmNGRX2X-hCljLb6vvSvKErFW_jKwmbqYSgIZewN2LlKaGR8q8V5_D892tNj0YL3LcmG7DZsiojx5CJ6wMc8aRQyh1t6wu-vw6IZdKLRt3iPaCvd-eqYJoKEzg0/s400/DSC_2754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285519200172449810" border="0" /></a><br />Our three<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span> fellow passengers. Wish Ada was had been in this shot too.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOhOKFm7SRKy49SQIE5izc1GDXJEaZbRMeLXN-e4UgZOXqj55FCpVSP_UUgt3WXrnrKzrksU5AvPvmSXbBYc2nPgXs-V3LnRtbV9V_1_ECsPTz5o_l-JWPpvQGYj8JDmfXmJVKmRPajd8/s1600-h/DSC_2769.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOhOKFm7SRKy49SQIE5izc1GDXJEaZbRMeLXN-e4UgZOXqj55FCpVSP_UUgt3WXrnrKzrksU5AvPvmSXbBYc2nPgXs-V3LnRtbV9V_1_ECsPTz5o_l-JWPpvQGYj8JDmfXmJVKmRPajd8/s400/DSC_2769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285517824408028178" border="0" /></a><br />Come aboard...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt1MvlsYr77UeHXJ1KBYQYuXmkZUGW4y0hU9_WNxAV8bdt1WB1uqwxfwOQCwS9RSe-aOvUL9y8BYExSm-QFu-K57GKQMxqIQuHai1Pqulx5DNRLEKZMoStkyrWpWYpVsNNbYGK-MkryU/s1600-h/DSC_2796.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt1MvlsYr77UeHXJ1KBYQYuXmkZUGW4y0hU9_WNxAV8bdt1WB1uqwxfwOQCwS9RSe-aOvUL9y8BYExSm-QFu-K57GKQMxqIQuHai1Pqulx5DNRLEKZMoStkyrWpWYpVsNNbYGK-MkryU/s400/DSC_2796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285517822509455682" border="0" /></a>...stay for a while...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WG9MFQLZdsmSznybmm0zdzJr1xVKlMMbkw_LBjCcjByLfnbD82bguK8Dx3WlAEpMlHD4ZJv_GnOAsh5e_igAcsD43667wBn2Y3CyOLBFage3ISejmXI3x8hFyKQFW_lAq5jtmAgteNo/s1600-h/DSC_2845.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WG9MFQLZdsmSznybmm0zdzJr1xVKlMMbkw_LBjCcjByLfnbD82bguK8Dx3WlAEpMlHD4ZJv_GnOAsh5e_igAcsD43667wBn2Y3CyOLBFage3ISejmXI3x8hFyKQFW_lAq5jtmAgteNo/s400/DSC_2845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285517811411821026" border="0" /></a><br />make a proposal...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6sT7mFD2ydDxYpM3WU-ytMH3c_wx4K1lSE_q9Fs7r0_s63qJP3WRprqtpL6mG9K6lCbqRnUrSy2PEh9j7OAd8nJntb9MJAdGvsTQM_Wt3lEbQgCxH5uoEMCjZswotJw4Lt0GvcmZGrg/s1600-h/DSC_2871.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6sT7mFD2ydDxYpM3WU-ytMH3c_wx4K1lSE_q9Fs7r0_s63qJP3WRprqtpL6mG9K6lCbqRnUrSy2PEh9j7OAd8nJntb9MJAdGvsTQM_Wt3lEbQgCxH5uoEMCjZswotJw4Lt0GvcmZGrg/s400/DSC_2871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498743105033938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmYJQpsJvsGgsIDHUtnxkKWcI7y2pg56Mqq2ORlqHG2PcIxsKOuMEGn-hWYg7TzePBl99NTyqookX5otCjszVTpOF-dnjB6VlBSH2XKcSK-Xy3t2_Kmqde5ZHF9zNq5uaC5X9lkjA3Jc/s1600-h/DSC_2938.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmYJQpsJvsGgsIDHUtnxkKWcI7y2pg56Mqq2ORlqHG2PcIxsKOuMEGn-hWYg7TzePBl99NTyqookX5otCjszVTpOF-dnjB6VlBSH2XKcSK-Xy3t2_Kmqde5ZHF9zNq5uaC5X9lkjA3Jc/s400/DSC_2938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498733198474994" border="0" /></a>We tried to get a picture of all three. Well, obviously we got a picture, but there were very diverse emotions following through this scene. <a href="http://www.houseofhampton.blogspot.com/">Reed</a> was ready to get the heck out of there, the girls (<a href="http://www.bradberryfamily.blogspot.com/">A.K.</a> and Ada)were chatting and <a href="http://www.houseofcommander.blogspot.com/">Jackson</a> wanted to simply check out Ada's shoes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvMWJGmgIsCec00p07tXipjx_Lu1R2IINI6DX291-82b9-gNzBYfCIk6R2CW9eBacOIWCyIryNvDpf_pIVrnNv14y097C8eAj_lo99trFHSKIJU6DpPpPIZ6zFsGZzCrSN_AtWmpQbs0/s1600-h/DSC_2962.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvMWJGmgIsCec00p07tXipjx_Lu1R2IINI6DX291-82b9-gNzBYfCIk6R2CW9eBacOIWCyIryNvDpf_pIVrnNv14y097C8eAj_lo99trFHSKIJU6DpPpPIZ6zFsGZzCrSN_AtWmpQbs0/s400/DSC_2962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498731339850770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We have also been having issues with Ada standing in her highchair. I promise you I have the strap so tight I feel like I am going to cut off her circulation and she maneauvers her way out. I am fully aware that taking photos of this misdemeanor only reinforces this bad habit, but I had to take just one :) Oh and we have resorted to Ada sitting in her travel highchair while eating which cost us a fifth of her "real" highchairs cost. Hindsight is always 20/20, but man we should have JUST bought the travel highchair.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcX8luv9npI02TSenIDL63VN2yKe87VNCpKpEQjjex1FPuTXY4s-d3ARh35YIdCjbDaySu3KB8-OlzO75lTGf-RjgaTuAaC0eH8VNlW_FCnBCB8z81Ee9lKGt9lGMdckDibgpK0dj7LDc/s1600-h/file3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcX8luv9npI02TSenIDL63VN2yKe87VNCpKpEQjjex1FPuTXY4s-d3ARh35YIdCjbDaySu3KB8-OlzO75lTGf-RjgaTuAaC0eH8VNlW_FCnBCB8z81Ee9lKGt9lGMdckDibgpK0dj7LDc/s400/file3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498726116787970" border="0" /></a><br />Lastly, Ada was caught with her hand in the cheese straw jar. Shame on us for turning our backs with our goodies laid on the couch. Better <a href="http://www.serendipitydelights.com/">cheese straws</a> than chocolate dipped pretzels. For her that is :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0kS69U60JK1yi73fj6jX15k9aAQZqb9c50jGfzkKQBR6r1GAf1Sb0LxtfUX-l1-kOn-zI3RoNidAOEkDP8fyrLeIlu49j_KoIYfV5Akr14ucYlughP6w0XIsZ1KDstZ4RgshM5ADzGg/s1600-h/file62.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0kS69U60JK1yi73fj6jX15k9aAQZqb9c50jGfzkKQBR6r1GAf1Sb0LxtfUX-l1-kOn-zI3RoNidAOEkDP8fyrLeIlu49j_KoIYfV5Akr14ucYlughP6w0XIsZ1KDstZ4RgshM5ADzGg/s400/file62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498723603032146" border="0" /></a>This concludes week one of our Christmas festivities.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-92082240799270877452008-12-17T16:16:00.004-05:002008-12-19T02:44:26.716-05:00wordless wednesdaythank <a href="http://houseofhampton.blogspot.com/">you</a> for the reminder :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyVbQWWoCZzmkj4aC3Z7ovwjwchIMdsM6MyWn-polE6pujBpx2mxrPhvSaV8iGRlCQJQbD8Unl3EXFWvKzpBAK9bvKj6tuoAToxCyTGkTJQKG_jzbftIgtqmvaVVMOR3oPbB-KsyDoT8/s1600-h/0002_DSC_1028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhEK0xE79pOJ72yEeaFWrSIVlAsAM10YcPkkREcWmuW73fNES9LTIP_F3qxhCp_TzJYAR_FJv7kLEO7iJ1ukXWmcwxKl2bfU4qDnOiQRztenB1fj_sBRBMPL6aViSrpoexnltRJoR6AUw/s400/0007_DSC_1056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281402881389739602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYrGXY-vYGrUIHxKpzTnTP-iW-LCoVdeP4MDfg1mVZOlLrr_PZGmlt5nzChUiDvE3e1Mu3tPyjbLeNvIyIJhUjkKUfhJYSTEb2qsSrSD7QAEtA7xcXmu1DLzPzFm394cgo25GWzNLv7w/s1600-h/DSC_1056.jpg"><br /></a>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-84523062825069987722008-12-11T22:16:00.004-05:002008-12-13T00:52:28.201-05:00giving is awesome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqQ7m9wGgC2Dvq71l4xJWbs2Dx10aUYQV4fenlHP-1ec1TE820-XKcGlA-_2hwzOwyElwV7Tv_JAUWrCs8xp2Q3aOAGq-NeGX6uaAdNYBtWDZFugar_XHQLtsBpkvAE1VjHd1ArVLtVE/s1600-h/OFFICIALFORGIVING.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqQ7m9wGgC2Dvq71l4xJWbs2Dx10aUYQV4fenlHP-1ec1TE820-XKcGlA-_2hwzOwyElwV7Tv_JAUWrCs8xp2Q3aOAGq-NeGX6uaAdNYBtWDZFugar_XHQLtsBpkvAE1VjHd1ArVLtVE/s400/OFFICIALFORGIVING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278737555489871442" border="0" /></a><br />I first heard of Giving is Awesome <a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/index.cfm?postID=453">here</a>. As soon as I heard about it I knew I definitely wanted to be a part and hope you will too.<br /><br />You know someone. You know someone who's experienced a tragedy, is struggling to stay afloat, is raising kids while holding down more than one job, or is volunteering selflessly despite extenuating personal circumstances. You know someone who can't afford custom photography, but who would cherish it this holiday season. You know someone who deserves a year-round reminder of their family's spirit, love, and beauty.<br /><br />You know someone. I guarantee it.<br /><br />I want to know who they are, and I want to give them the chance to experience complimentary custom photography, including 20 4x6s, 10 5x7s, 5 8x10s, 1 11x14, and a 16x24 mounted canvas. It's in your power to give them the artwork they deserve this holiday season.<br /><br />Oh, and the best part? The person who nominates the winner receives a complimentary session and a print credit. What better reason to show some love could there possibly be, people?<br /><br />The rules:<br /><br />* You cannot nominate yourself, and the person nominated must sincerely be incapable of purchasing my services. (Being unable to make mortgage payments for a two-million-dollar-vacation-home in Paris does not qualify as sincere financial need.)<br /><br />* The nominee must reside in Tennessee. Tell me who you know, what they're experiencing, and why they deserve my services. Please include a way to contact both your nominee and yourself as well.<br /><br />* You must e-mail me the full story : moncriefphotography@gmail.com<br /><br />The winner will be announced on Christmas Eve -- get nominating! I can't wait to read all of your entries!<br /><br />Open your heart to someone this holiday season -- and thanks for giving me the opportunity to open mine.<br /><br />much love,<br /><br />-brittany-<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.moncriefphotography.com">moncrief photography</a><br /><br />P.S. Feel free to link to this on your blog if you so desire<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-51437659993579318502008-12-09T04:33:00.011-05:002008-12-11T03:12:57.331-05:00a weekend of thanks<div style="text-align: center;">With Christmas just THIRTEEN days away I thought I should at least post about our Thanksgiving weekend. The rest of November will just have to wait for another time.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUC1i2PVjVI/AAAAAAAAETg/ffhcS_Rc4Gw/s1600-h/imag50.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUC1i2PVjVI/AAAAAAAAETg/ffhcS_Rc4Gw/s400/imag50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418373558242642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday</span>: The three Moncrief's embarked on a Thanksgiving tradition that my other immediate family had been holding true to for several years now. With Jimmy's dad and stepmom now living in Chattanooga we now are able to stay in our hometown and still spend time with them over the holiday of thanks. Early T-Day morning we got bundled up to do the our local Turkey Trot. This five, three or 1 mile event was destined to do some pre-burning of the evenings caloric intake. Not as ambitious as the remainder of my family Ada and I chose the three miler and were thankful to have <a href="http://cranesnestfamilyblog.blogspot.com/">Melissa</a>, Emma and my neice Peyton Carli along for the trek too! We hope to make this a tradition of our own. I have loved doing new things this year that will mark the inauguration of new traditions with Ada.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All of the family that participated in the event.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUC1j90DhbI/AAAAAAAAET4/VvNYg8QS22A/s1600-h/DSC_0594.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUC1j90DhbI/AAAAAAAAET4/VvNYg8QS22A/s400/DSC_0594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418392771167666" border="0" /></a>Dad came for moral support :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUC1jvpKWWI/AAAAAAAAETw/gZAgwnK45-0/s1600-h/imag48.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUC1jvpKWWI/AAAAAAAAETw/gZAgwnK45-0/s400/imag48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418388967381346" border="0" /></a>My three mile buddy<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONzosohHtL-JUdmxBUouD6-PKPTkSSqxRQSwRRAx_ac8rq_SRXoxH5ej-OMsIVqVZgv4rRUJT1v__ePVhaKTGIntAPezclPFT3hGwNd0d2dQpRWotuzE8d8Fhc52vXmYRpk5AzXW0ZDU/s1600-h/imag45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONzosohHtL-JUdmxBUouD6-PKPTkSSqxRQSwRRAx_ac8rq_SRXoxH5ej-OMsIVqVZgv4rRUJT1v__ePVhaKTGIntAPezclPFT3hGwNd0d2dQpRWotuzE8d8Fhc52vXmYRpk5AzXW0ZDU/s400/imag45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278419510268779986" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Beautiful Emma girl and...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WJ770lzXZeYr0GqVYsrfYcVjNyEgBZaINHr6ywJaYrFCBDRA1eU0THbY_NhB0PDAUnM8FNwtCdIyC4Ob3xnjMjiLk5J3ivqgIbBIWdFUISTJwB8xIPJ_aQmLoJGc4c_jUn_TyN0rydE/s1600-h/imag46.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WJ770lzXZeYr0GqVYsrfYcVjNyEgBZaINHr6ywJaYrFCBDRA1eU0THbY_NhB0PDAUnM8FNwtCdIyC4Ob3xnjMjiLk5J3ivqgIbBIWdFUISTJwB8xIPJ_aQmLoJGc4c_jUn_TyN0rydE/s400/imag46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418396527871458" border="0" /></a>Ada Love<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCx_sDZHSI/AAAAAAAAESY/gjDCTo6Vwgk/s1600-h/imag62.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCx_sDZHSI/AAAAAAAAESY/gjDCTo6Vwgk/s400/imag62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278414470993485090" border="0" /></a>My sisters kept poking fun of my toboggan and said I should go hug that tree over there. I well I ain't scared and maybe we all should be a little bit more like the tree huggers. Besides I thought staying warm always equated to looking a little homeless.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgUncgJmOV2RaE0HRRfifVMKRofimGbdpGd-f6esX6wZbtm8FEgbgOjqZYhOVOCSvAvZAY5JaXhSHjZV1qHCmCGT0KMIyZjkEL-qH6XEfFLDyIWy8mMvIIo5imX6mOMKxxtP7IgiDmh4/s1600-h/DSC_0603.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgUncgJmOV2RaE0HRRfifVMKRofimGbdpGd-f6esX6wZbtm8FEgbgOjqZYhOVOCSvAvZAY5JaXhSHjZV1qHCmCGT0KMIyZjkEL-qH6XEfFLDyIWy8mMvIIo5imX6mOMKxxtP7IgiDmh4/s400/DSC_0603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418380502769554" border="0" /></a>After the trot we headed to IHOP. Which I just learned within the last ten years was in fact NOT an indian restaurant, but instead a house of pancakes. What better way to stretch out your tummy for dinner than to eat an expandable brunch.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aunt Suzi "gave" Ada some syrup. Thankfully she just pretended to let it drip on the open mouthed little bird. Pretended, ya right, the chick ended up sticky, but thankfully none made it in the beak :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCykC2sjGI/AAAAAAAAETY/XVtlfj5Cuwg/s1600-h/imag51.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCykC2sjGI/AAAAAAAAETY/XVtlfj5Cuwg/s400/imag51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415095589538914" border="0" /></a>The group and thankfully the Crane's were brave enough to come along too. Everyone again made fun because I almost set in a guys lap while taking this shot. Sad enough, the guy was sitting all alone on the holiday of thanks. We asked him to join us, but he declined.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyjBZgknI/AAAAAAAAETQ/t8SQxkvkSaQ/s1600-h/imag52.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyjBZgknI/AAAAAAAAETQ/t8SQxkvkSaQ/s400/imag52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415078018814578" border="0" /></a>That evening we headed to my parents where my entire family (minus Roman :( was with us along with Jimmy's Dad and Inn. I was not in charge of taking pictures that evening so I am actually in several.<br /><br />I know others have mentioned that their little ones were able to participant in the Thanksgiving feast and mine was one of those as well. Ada's favorite was the sweet potato casserole that I provided, but who doesn't like "good" for you foods packed full of cinnamon and sugar. It was my first time making it and will definitely again since it is SO easy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5zuGMJjTj5BJGyWkTKW84DD_E-e9yhnyiDQWqXBFZ8yCpeoxp-tb6hOW6cjkIYXv0iblLGM-gYsbRQC99V02jwPP1Q3BgweBeyNvi3DzjUxdGJBxD1Wv1WwabCminW6AKacGnKxCuFs/s1600-h/DSC_0650.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5zuGMJjTj5BJGyWkTKW84DD_E-e9yhnyiDQWqXBFZ8yCpeoxp-tb6hOW6cjkIYXv0iblLGM-gYsbRQC99V02jwPP1Q3BgweBeyNvi3DzjUxdGJBxD1Wv1WwabCminW6AKacGnKxCuFs/s400/DSC_0650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415072694515010" border="0" /></a>Jennifer once again introduced us to a new game. I am so serious, every time we are together she has another new one. This one was called Snorka, I think.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyiHK4TdI/AAAAAAAAETA/I23wqaSWsms/s1600-h/DSC_0671.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyiHK4TdI/AAAAAAAAETA/I23wqaSWsms/s400/DSC_0671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415062388198866" border="0" /></a>I have mentioned before that we are chocoholics in this family and here we are in action. I love Jennifer's chocolate goatee. One day Ada will be standing right beside us with a beard of chocolate and a mullet of syrup.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyhicc_CI/AAAAAAAAES4/gASCEq84oVE/s1600-h/DSC_0681.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyhicc_CI/AAAAAAAAES4/gASCEq84oVE/s400/DSC_0681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415052529794082" border="0" /></a>Yes, here we have a toilet. My parents have a house that was built in the 1970's and while the house has been completely refurbished chocolate shag carpet and all until recently the mint green toilet in one of the bathrooms remained. The picture leaves no room to guess our reaction.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyAZbwS8I/AAAAAAAAESw/Gtkb0v-AhoI/s1600-h/DSC_0688.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyAZbwS8I/AAAAAAAAESw/Gtkb0v-AhoI/s400/DSC_0688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278414483175263170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday</span>, we had a surprise visit from our friends Chris and Christy Vaughn who currently live in Washington D.C. It was so awesome to see you guys and guess what they are expecting. A girl. In April. Yippee. Once again, the baby boom continues.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyAB_0VNI/AAAAAAAAESo/jUOjKXdtwPM/s1600-h/imag57.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCyAB_0VNI/AAAAAAAAESo/jUOjKXdtwPM/s400/imag57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278414476884071634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCx_750HlI/AAAAAAAAESg/VXVLjbYX0eM/s1600-h/imag58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCx_750HlI/AAAAAAAAESg/VXVLjbYX0eM/s400/imag58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278414475248279122" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday</span> was the what fourth??? annual cookie extravaganza with my Becca Boo. We made gingersnaps, peanut butter balls and little pretzel contraptions. This time we elicited help from my neice, Peyton Carli, who helped out a ton. With Peyton and cutting down to only making three items we turned a typically twelve hour event into one that lasted only four or five. I love this tradition! I am sad to say I did not take any pictures of all of our hard work and have now either eaten or given away all the evidence :(<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That night my family went out to eat at O'Charley's. While finishing up our meal the kids taught Ada how to click her tongue. I love love love it when this little girl clicks her tongue. I think it is so very cute. Here she is getting instructions and then a video of her in action.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCu0N48aUI/AAAAAAAAESI/5nVSCBKLOm8/s1600-h/DSC_1412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCu0N48aUI/AAAAAAAAESI/5nVSCBKLOm8/s400/DSC_1412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278410975383152962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCx_NpGU1I/AAAAAAAAESQ/DOFYRzvKcPo/s1600-h/DSC_1428.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCx_NpGU1I/AAAAAAAAESQ/DOFYRzvKcPo/s400/DSC_1428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278414462830138194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCuzT_VMTI/AAAAAAAAER4/zang_0y7y-M/s1600-h/DSC_0753-1.jpg"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBtkcqWYL9fYAH8MUaYfCKpDPDEVcHHdPjlms0gjg1rofpmF87v9xHgU_JcIGt4qB_bQdI56FTU6I6Qpi5PA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday</span> was a special time. We had Ada dedicated at our church and were so thankful that our families could be in attendance. While we do not believe that dedication will secure a spot in heaven for our little girl we do it as a means to be held accountable in how we raise our daughter, for the Lord and not for man. Becca said that while we bowed our heads during prayer Ada was looking down too, like what are we looking for. :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYj9uf3TyJEn71EgPZcG5P_shn30M7J9a0G7Sr9f55QBxoZwbDG_AIEVBHq6UmGQcaP82pL8WEExc0qb2dWJYSmxKiZa74u3lVCg6QCSu4FYGbm_FU8CrgUWFUPMabtf1pluyvfDBm9w/s1600-h/DSC_0735-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYj9uf3TyJEn71EgPZcG5P_shn30M7J9a0G7Sr9f55QBxoZwbDG_AIEVBHq6UmGQcaP82pL8WEExc0qb2dWJYSmxKiZa74u3lVCg6QCSu4FYGbm_FU8CrgUWFUPMabtf1pluyvfDBm9w/s400/DSC_0735-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278433532420539938" border="0" /></a><br />Our group outside of the church: Papa Campbell, Mimi, Halmoni, Halabaji, Aunt Suzi, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Mark, Ada, Jimmy, me, Peyton Carli and Preston. Plus, <a href="http://www.bandbwhitaker.blogspot.com/">Becca</a> who was taking the picture :) Thank you everyone for coming and showing your support. We love each of you very much.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCuzT_VMTI/AAAAAAAAER4/zang_0y7y-M/s1600-h/DSC_0753-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCuzT_VMTI/AAAAAAAAER4/zang_0y7y-M/s400/DSC_0753-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278410959840686386" border="0" /></a>Becca "wearing" Ada as we walking to our lunch destination, Taco Mac, in the brisk wintry weather.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCPN-GDqUYCCde3UXG1GFI7K1tNlvReJNippJBr_auS07c-Mhlh-gIG5KKY5ig_fv84Bs2EEe1KHt-1TPxT7ThSEXPqkQgPkMx_BB0eYcK96-FKA-S5-Wh1vxIqJ8-yr6U6yVtbCF4nE/s1600-h/DSC_0764-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCPN-GDqUYCCde3UXG1GFI7K1tNlvReJNippJBr_auS07c-Mhlh-gIG5KKY5ig_fv84Bs2EEe1KHt-1TPxT7ThSEXPqkQgPkMx_BB0eYcK96-FKA-S5-Wh1vxIqJ8-yr6U6yVtbCF4nE/s400/DSC_0764-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278442222805401810" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lastly, during the cookie extravaganza we got a call that Miss November had made her appearance. Whew, right in time. She almost went into December :) Past her due date, I know Robbie and Katie were more than ready for this little girl to get here. So Sunday we had to go see our friends and their brand new babe. Presenting sweet cuddly little Josie Makayla. Isn't she just so sweet and I just love the name Josie. I was able to take several pictures of Josie at the hospital and then do an at home session. Click <a href="http://web.me.com/brittanymoncrief/Site/journal/Entries/2008/12/9_josie_makayla_II.html">here</a> to see more.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCuy9P_geI/AAAAAAAAERo/Dcesvp-SQnU/s1600-h/imag7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SUCuy9P_geI/AAAAAAAAERo/Dcesvp-SQnU/s400/imag7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278410953736552930" border="0" /></a> I am thankful for good friends.<br />I am thankful for a loving family.<br />I am thankful for a saviour that lives and loves unconditionally.-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-89295027445911576882008-11-25T04:43:00.001-05:002008-11-25T04:48:25.236-05:00it's fall ya'll but not for long<div style="text-align: center;">I hear by declare that I am a blog slacker. I must get points for the confessional. Falls end is just around the corner, but before winter finishes sneaking up on me I must post these pictures we took several weeks ago.<br /><br />So we stuck our kid in a pumpkin. Cute? I think so.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSvFdKphV9I/AAAAAAAAEQE/2SiCo1oqIYs/s1600-h/imag3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSvFdKphV9I/AAAAAAAAEQE/2SiCo1oqIYs/s400/imag3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272524893632681938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYu5VF4N6wc37NhDCWAjMZcuI30AJuxMNRScaEGwzmGeDNFjUkMlYKcMOP0TFmwFg5zC14Lb0ctjNfx3ghCIdWpt277ehjzXak-6gUN9xJ8J2mTAR0cVvlzOYhGN5nqWptxplg-4d5fWw/s1600-h/imag5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYu5VF4N6wc37NhDCWAjMZcuI30AJuxMNRScaEGwzmGeDNFjUkMlYKcMOP0TFmwFg5zC14Lb0ctjNfx3ghCIdWpt277ehjzXak-6gUN9xJ8J2mTAR0cVvlzOYhGN5nqWptxplg-4d5fWw/s400/imag5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272524890286829234" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love the little tuft of hair that is sticking up on top of Ada's head.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSu0k0Me8mI/AAAAAAAAEPc/o1TMP_SWJv8/s1600-h/imag2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSu0k0Me8mI/AAAAAAAAEPc/o1TMP_SWJv8/s400/imag2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272506333346591330" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSu0kl_yhgI/AAAAAAAAEPU/h7tzhnvamIk/s1600-h/imag0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSu0kl_yhgI/AAAAAAAAEPU/h7tzhnvamIk/s400/imag0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272506329535251970" border="0" /></a>A picture of the hubs. Babe, you are hot!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj18HPbqLHKYoB-ZAimQivoR2C0qP_fJ9kegwRwaAtHl36ObCFgZnK_AMHoFHlatQ1Q2wQFNlX0xsWx_nBKDb-_5TxqxYSgd7UXnWNZCrpcQa2hzypkP4eK1o5wGAqqirg9A2sGIXF-d8/s1600-h/DSC_2744.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj18HPbqLHKYoB-ZAimQivoR2C0qP_fJ9kegwRwaAtHl36ObCFgZnK_AMHoFHlatQ1Q2wQFNlX0xsWx_nBKDb-_5TxqxYSgd7UXnWNZCrpcQa2hzypkP4eK1o5wGAqqirg9A2sGIXF-d8/s400/DSC_2744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272520737161775922" border="0" /></a><br />Ada's first fall which meant her first time to play in the leaves. I love the one where she is sticking her tongue out.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuypp87ePI/AAAAAAAAEO8/DRkGuE6_fn0/s1600-h/imag2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuypp87ePI/AAAAAAAAEO8/DRkGuE6_fn0/s400/imag2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272504217473087730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuwdbNdoJI/AAAAAAAAEOs/FUOmDbu9lJw/s1600-h/imag3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuwdbNdoJI/AAAAAAAAEOs/FUOmDbu9lJw/s400/imag3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272501808334217362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuwc7mnUhI/AAAAAAAAEOk/WAih08c3Hno/s1600-h/imag4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuwc7mnUhI/AAAAAAAAEOk/WAih08c3Hno/s400/imag4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272501799849775634" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">While these three are almost exactly the same I just could not choose which of Ada's expression I loved the most. A girl of many personalities.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuu_K8SsCI/AAAAAAAAEN0/MNFyq8zOB4Q/s1600-h/imag10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuu_K8SsCI/AAAAAAAAEN0/MNFyq8zOB4Q/s400/imag10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272500189059526690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuu-erL2GI/AAAAAAAAENs/fO3yDGYDlgU/s1600-h/imag11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuu-erL2GI/AAAAAAAAENs/fO3yDGYDlgU/s400/imag11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272500177176615010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuu-AsfXLI/AAAAAAAAENk/dyz0UxhJRk4/s1600-h/imag12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuu-AsfXLI/AAAAAAAAENk/dyz0UxhJRk4/s400/imag12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272500169129024690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqKNPZnYI/AAAAAAAAENc/I-qMYNnN-KM/s1600-h/imag13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqKNPZnYI/AAAAAAAAENc/I-qMYNnN-KM/s400/imag13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494881096965506" border="0" /></a>I have been wearing hats alot lately. It certainly would not be to cover up dirty hair. No, there is no way I would ever wear a hat just so I would not have to take care of this long unwashed mane. No. Way. But, I am sure that would be a great solution to any of YOU out there who run around with dirty hair sometimes.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIjMpAjI/AAAAAAAAENU/wqcCuvAsUKE/s1600-h/imag14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIjMpAjI/AAAAAAAAENU/wqcCuvAsUKE/s400/imag14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494852631233074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIZbzilI/AAAAAAAAENM/J-OigNWNsIw/s1600-h/imag15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIZbzilI/AAAAAAAAENM/J-OigNWNsIw/s400/imag15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494850010483282" border="0" /></a>Ada, your eyes are captivating.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIF9Ig1I/AAAAAAAAENE/r5k3BE0wYy0/s1600-h/imag16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIF9Ig1I/AAAAAAAAENE/r5k3BE0wYy0/s400/imag16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494844781560658" border="0" /></a>Favorite shoes. I got this shiny red heels when we were in California last month. Jimmy doesn't believe me that I "accidentally" left all my shoes back home and just "had" to get some new ones. Ada's are her first pair of real shoes and she is wearing them 99% of the time.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIHBYAGI/AAAAAAAAEM8/E98eg450OoU/s1600-h/imag17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SSuqIHBYAGI/AAAAAAAAEM8/E98eg450OoU/s400/imag17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494845067788386" border="0" /></a>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-53228891672140394532008-11-12T00:02:00.007-05:002008-11-13T01:54:26.667-05:00sharks bite, bumble bees sting and other fun with crittersThis year's Halloween theme song revolved around <a href="http://www.focusonals.com/bumble.htm">"I'm Bringing Home a Baby Bumble Bee"</a> {<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sidenote</span>: there is actually a home video of me, at two, singing this and doing the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">choreography</span>}. Oh yes, on Ada's first October 31st she was a baby bumble bee. A bumble bee she was and a bumble bee she was several times. She made full use of her costume including a little potty break while inside and that is when her cute little disguise was retired.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZF2RlrTKgktpoJgtt3dsdzfKVR0yP8F4TYrO0y_SsxDH5zAm8eZX59l2vVIK44yCjKxGN-AJeOtFQ2jS1vTxyr_j23ItfmiTJyZMFegENjWoSCx-Z7DFFty1gSBWkal7cEBcYh_Cros/s1600-h/DSC_0179.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZF2RlrTKgktpoJgtt3dsdzfKVR0yP8F4TYrO0y_SsxDH5zAm8eZX59l2vVIK44yCjKxGN-AJeOtFQ2jS1vTxyr_j23ItfmiTJyZMFegENjWoSCx-Z7DFFty1gSBWkal7cEBcYh_Cros/s400/DSC_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267636952575040114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We started out the holiday by heading down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Reseca</span>, Ga (and if you don't put the emphasis on the second syllable like them Georgians do, you will be made fun of :) with <a href="http://bradberryfamily.blogspot.com/">Ladybug Anna Kate</a> and <a href="http://houseofcommander.blogspot.com/">Penguin Jackson</a>. <a href="http://www.houseofhampton.blogspot.com/">Spider Reed</a> didn't make it, but we missed him and his web making abilities. So to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Reseca</span> we went to what we thought was going to be a pumpkin patch per the website, who knows???, but we were able to pet many furry creatures and take a hayride. The first picture demonstrates just how small this little town is. . .<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRprs6n0z7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/iCVhzTOWqPA/s1600-h/DSC_0360.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRprs6n0z7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/iCVhzTOWqPA/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267641133557927858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpn6SKazJI/AAAAAAAAEIo/ScBevXE7Gm8/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpn6SKazJI/AAAAAAAAEIo/ScBevXE7Gm8/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267636965168827538" border="0" /></a>Speaking of squishing things, poor Penguin Jackson. . .<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpn51XCK5I/AAAAAAAAEIg/nOikFmwmPH0/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpn51XCK5I/AAAAAAAAEIg/nOikFmwmPH0/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267636957437111186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpmm8A_7_I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/1ExAq7bglWo/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpmm8A_7_I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/1ExAq7bglWo/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267635533294596082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkm67Obqpp06t16oIIXe2_nL8kWOiHsxZ1DgObNG2WPpBURRHynsSO7csnm1iKg2hahLK5bqtQCeI2rRKwXtVnMKzDlLFm38qSfxAA24lppXIH-3QEb58K8yU2EXwVme0LeWwaIwYOZA/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkm67Obqpp06t16oIIXe2_nL8kWOiHsxZ1DgObNG2WPpBURRHynsSO7csnm1iKg2hahLK5bqtQCeI2rRKwXtVnMKzDlLFm38qSfxAA24lppXIH-3QEb58K8yU2EXwVme0LeWwaIwYOZA/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267635521432350834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgEq8xsTtyKzjsLX12GYqYpn1eYVNxTLET4jvNS6CdV3Q1RH6aEgQ_jvYc7CkkOTrGhPPLEXKJzYLEmySGezZGnhBeoxhLsm4CKjR3ih9NGaKPGzMFJgQWzBth2aINtLotfVjxKxPNTo/s1600-h/DSC_0280.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgEq8xsTtyKzjsLX12GYqYpn1eYVNxTLET4jvNS6CdV3Q1RH6aEgQ_jvYc7CkkOTrGhPPLEXKJzYLEmySGezZGnhBeoxhLsm4CKjR3ih9NGaKPGzMFJgQWzBth2aINtLotfVjxKxPNTo/s400/DSC_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267635509862183490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpmldm7dHI/AAAAAAAAEH4/JTu004iT2Ao/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4_DWkyd4DLzwe2L0LKIRup8_kvudCQz4EiDnGfAMZE2NlcWroUFgLQmny6NrunMLZBHCeUlglCDbdBl4ftb7U41F3ZF_htXYoMZlfnn-6uO_nPzagwevMJiCxwhHoFpmSMJQ-_nKPJI/s400/DSC_0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267633552420433890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLM23s-6rRmt4YLNmKLvICIm8HD5o1o9qfxf4jh_qPOZa_wzfFAsP2hHvM3hZmKFv0Ce7lTeVousIZ1d2nCzocz2IBk8AmkUmboeLhroR25rZYIdS4Oonk65bM7fa-ugnalkZhHCXUSZw/s1600-h/DSC_0323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLM23s-6rRmt4YLNmKLvICIm8HD5o1o9qfxf4jh_qPOZa_wzfFAsP2hHvM3hZmKFv0Ce7lTeVousIZ1d2nCzocz2IBk8AmkUmboeLhroR25rZYIdS4Oonk65bM7fa-ugnalkZhHCXUSZw/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267633542979665426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpzdjb6HfI/AAAAAAAAEJI/nPwNhwt9xJg/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpzdjb6HfI/AAAAAAAAEJI/nPwNhwt9xJg/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267649665728912882" border="0" /></a><br />We saw all kinds of critters (besides the ones we brought), but this was my favorite. I had a bunny as a child though he was nowhere near this size.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpkydhHUiI/AAAAAAAAEHI/JAmynmFhzpg/s1600-h/DSC_0335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpkydhHUiI/AAAAAAAAEHI/JAmynmFhzpg/s400/DSC_0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267633532242973218" border="0" /></a>Per request, we were then directed to a pumpkin patch down the road. Unfortunately/fortunately the pumpkin patch had closed 45 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mins</span> prior, but the very gracious owner was outside and said we could go in just long enough to get a picture of our little critters.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My little bumble bee had a moment of drama. I think her stinger got it a wad or such. It was too cute not to capture.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRphmlmHDuI/AAAAAAAAEGM/i0Zz9EWdG8w/s1600-h/DSC_0369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRphmlmHDuI/AAAAAAAAEGM/i0Zz9EWdG8w/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267630029718097634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRphnEHsHGI/AAAAAAAAEGc/DdUkYirj_3U/s1600-h/DSC_0362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRphnEHsHGI/AAAAAAAAEGc/DdUkYirj_3U/s400/DSC_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267630037912001634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUV5JzZXvv2Cstqsci4Q383tikArOgfRVtL8iCbiYNzk1s7528hmoMx7MWibEXyFYtGGXc1zEl0Xdsc97kQebByzmWOXO_4HQMWZghLELM2KKo_MJTHV-RbDOz1dpopSgNRaXu4_M8Ew/s1600-h/DSC_0366.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUV5JzZXvv2Cstqsci4Q383tikArOgfRVtL8iCbiYNzk1s7528hmoMx7MWibEXyFYtGGXc1zEl0Xdsc97kQebByzmWOXO_4HQMWZghLELM2KKo_MJTHV-RbDOz1dpopSgNRaXu4_M8Ew/s400/DSC_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267630035482221154" border="0" /></a>Next up, Tucker Shark came to visit. He was the cutest dang shark we had ever seen and not only did he not bite <span style="font-weight: bold;">us</span> he actually bit his own "teeth" almost the entire time instead.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoG_1d6NzAUswK4vKs9qa3ooE7r6lv9U7H5_tZ9AUjw0BBZE-Um8gwpFQhNg4Q0aEYavVTfkFax1HeqM7yeYDcTFMlmaL4HFQZEDju1Bk1AQ46mg7dSgxTKqNjBfI9E1nEczxAMsQChk/s1600-h/DSC_0494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhoG_1d6NzAUswK4vKs9qa3ooE7r6lv9U7H5_tZ9AUjw0BBZE-Um8gwpFQhNg4Q0aEYavVTfkFax1HeqM7yeYDcTFMlmaL4HFQZEDju1Bk1AQ46mg7dSgxTKqNjBfI9E1nEczxAMsQChk/s400/DSC_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267493073862019394" border="0" /></a>Don't you just love some good shark tail and bumble bee stinger?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnlCbU6ZgI/AAAAAAAAEF0/IUdEr5RnhKU/s1600-h/DSC_0545.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnlCbU6ZgI/AAAAAAAAEF0/IUdEr5RnhKU/s400/DSC_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267493069044475394" border="0" /></a>That night, oh yes, we had a wild day. We went to meet the newest critter or vegetable (?) rather, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Pumpkn</span>' Silas. Just a brand new little pumpkin at just a couple of weeks. He is SO cute, right!?!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnhzdrgqZI/AAAAAAAAEFk/G-qkSILfkTs/s1600-h/DSC_0648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnhzdrgqZI/AAAAAAAAEFk/G-qkSILfkTs/s400/DSC_0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267489513443207570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnhylQ9gAI/AAAAAAAAEFU/aOEozkOFIJo/s1600-h/DSC_0652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnhylQ9gAI/AAAAAAAAEFU/aOEozkOFIJo/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267489498299465730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnfKPYpedI/AAAAAAAAEE8/l83oZ0k4MMM/s1600-h/DSC_0657.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnfKPYpedI/AAAAAAAAEE8/l83oZ0k4MMM/s400/DSC_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486606208104914" border="0" /></a>The next day we went to Lobster Emma's house for she was hosting a party. It was the first party for the 2008 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">UTC</span> marketing babes and Lobster Emma pulled out all of the stops. The attendees were of course<a href="http://cranesnestfamilyblog.blogspot.com/"> Lobster Emma</a>, Bumble Bee Ada, So Cute It's Scary Nolan and <a href="http://www.themckennaclan.net/McKennaClan/">Tiger/Michael Phelps Owen</a>. The major topic of conversation for the adults consisted of the major change in the dynamics of our group and what in the world did we talk about before babies. Along with these conversations, Lobster Emma's parents conducted a costume contest. Each baby won a category and even received prizes. It was so cute. With all the babies on different schedules we tragically never got a group shot.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lobster Emma and my Baby Bumble Bee as she rips Melissa's earring out. I am so happy that your ear was okay and that we did not have to front the money for reconstructive surgery. I am so sorry about your ear, Mel!!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnfJuZO2vI/AAAAAAAAEE0/ZivlLBG1AxU/s1600-h/DSC_1713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnfJuZO2vI/AAAAAAAAEE0/ZivlLBG1AxU/s400/DSC_1713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486597352184562" border="0" /></a>At this moment we also discovered that Ada and Emma though 5 months apart weight the exact same. I knew Ada was in the 30th percentile for weight, but man, am I feeding her enough!?! Though very different ages and similar weight both girls look perfectly healthy, cute and precious to me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnfIuIqH4I/AAAAAAAAEEk/7dzX2xE9TNA/s1600-h/DSC_1709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRnfIuIqH4I/AAAAAAAAEEk/7dzX2xE9TNA/s400/DSC_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486580102799234" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.bandbwhitaker.blogspot.com/">Becca</a> made the cutest and most scrumptious cakes. Aren't they cute!?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpxwkQ5lQI/AAAAAAAAEJA/EJVfwmpUy74/s1600-h/DSC_0702.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpxwkQ5lQI/AAAAAAAAEJA/EJVfwmpUy74/s400/DSC_0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267647793345434882" border="0" /></a>Emma had an eventful day so she was down to sleep at this point so it was just Ada with the boys, Owen and Nolan. Nolan was really into bee fur.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpxETWb2YI/AAAAAAAAEI4/Qsk2e88O0RA/s1600-h/DSC_1719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRpxETWb2YI/AAAAAAAAEI4/Qsk2e88O0RA/s400/DSC_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267647032891005314" border="0" /></a>The boys are holding hands. Aaah!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRkHB16FyuI/AAAAAAAAED0/kvxYjMZSF1U/s1600-h/DSC_1749.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SRkHB16FyuI/AAAAAAAAED0/kvxYjMZSF1U/s400/DSC_1749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267248967418497762" border="0" /></a>Happy (late, very late) Halloween!<br /></div></div>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-31057978118771918042008-11-07T01:55:00.002-05:002008-11-07T02:03:25.844-05:00fighting foca<h2>FOCA Would Wipe Away Every Restriction on Abortion Nationwide</h2>This would eradicate state and federal laws that the majority of Americans support, such as:<br /><ul><li>Bans on Partial Birth Abortion</li><li>Requirements that women be given information about the risks of getting an abortion</li><li>Only licensed physicians can perform abortions</li><li>Parents must be informed and give consent to their minor daughter's abortion</li></ul> FOCA would erase these laws and prevent states from enacting similar protective measures in the future.<br /><br />I just went <a href="http://www.fightfoca.com">here</a> to fight FOCA. I hope you will too. (The above information is from fightfoca.com) Implementing FOCA goes way beyond being Pro-Choice. If you would like additional information search YouTube and you will recieve more than you ever wanted.<br /><br />. . .on a much much lighter note. . .see the post that follows. . .-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-4180868506653535412008-11-06T01:09:00.002-05:002008-11-07T01:45:51.825-05:00reunion beach tripLast month, Lindsay said <a href="http://kimchicornbread.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-beach.html">it</a> best. It was the beach trip that consisted of furbalows, cream cheese cupcakes, beautiful beaches, a girl in leather pants and two more in too-tight-80s-wash jeans in a target dressing room with a camera, matching t-shirts, attempts to catch waves, 17 adults, two babes and seagulls in too close proximity. A reunion in honor of my friend of almost fifteen years who came back along with her husband from almost 8,ooo miles away so that we had the opportunity to hang out with them for a solid week. It was great. It was wonderful. It was fatty munchin'. What more can you ask for?<br /><br />If you would like any commentary that coordinates with the pictures or just prefer to scroll through the pictures verses the slideshow then please direct your attention to album on right.<br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2177302&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00adef&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2177302&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00adef&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/2177302">Beach II</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user823411">brittany moncrief</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-80156433482683423812008-11-05T00:30:00.000-05:002008-11-05T00:42:57.953-05:00you can vote however you like. . .<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-63344587661942077442008-10-30T23:35:00.000-04:002008-10-31T00:24:43.951-04:00happy birthday reed manAda and I had the pleasure of celebrating a first birthday with our favorite little man twice. <a href="http://houseofhampton.blogspot.com/">Reed</a> completed 365 days on earth on October 22nd. That day we celebrated with him by attending our weekly <a href="http://www.utc.edu/Outreach/Kindermusik/">Kindermusik</a> class, eating cupcakes and playing at the park.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This picture is Reed in a nutshell. Full of spunk, personality and absolutely adorable.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB8139BTI/AAAAAAAADjU/cOFfdY5NXB8/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB8139BTI/AAAAAAAADjU/cOFfdY5NXB8/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263161996789744946" border="0" /></a>...and yes we cage our animals. Don't judge. If you have not had a mobile little one then your opinion does not count :) Ada ENJOYING the cage.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB9WLkfZI/AAAAAAAADjc/PkVMHnQGpIo/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB9WLkfZI/AAAAAAAADjc/PkVMHnQGpIo/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263162005461958034" border="0" /></a>This monkey, <a href="http://bradberryfamily.blogspot.com/">Anna Kate</a>, out of the cage and snagging Ada's sippy cup and greenie beans :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDbevQ7aI/AAAAAAAADjk/doLKGpis8qA/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDbevQ7aI/AAAAAAAADjk/doLKGpis8qA/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163622666857890" border="0" /></a>The birthday boy lovin' on his mommy!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB8uIyumI/AAAAAAAADjM/wjfszFE3wEA/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB8uIyumI/AAAAAAAADjM/wjfszFE3wEA/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263161994712889954" border="0" /></a>Self portrait of me and the little misses :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB8eKF2jI/AAAAAAAADjE/1qWmwB2LIRI/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB8eKF2jI/AAAAAAAADjE/1qWmwB2LIRI/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263161990423370290" border="0" /></a>THE birthday boy!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB7BgQeTI/AAAAAAAADi8/GUGixvEeFDc/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqB7BgQeTI/AAAAAAAADi8/GUGixvEeFDc/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263161965551843634" border="0" /></a><br />A week prior while at Navarre Beach, to celebrate the short-term-homecoming of <a href="http://kimchicornbread.blogspot.com/">Auntie L and Uncle Whit</a> (more pictures to follow), we also had a birthday shin-dig for Reed-man. The cake which I had a delightful time making was demolished by the almost one year old. Reed did an excellent job taring into the cake, but my favorite was when he put his whole face in it. Great job, Reed! Happy Birthday, once again!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDtIGOTBI/AAAAAAAADkM/rvNolVYbdQs/s1600-h/DSC_4997.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDtIGOTBI/AAAAAAAADkM/rvNolVYbdQs/s400/DSC_4997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163925826784274" border="0" /></a>Doing well<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDcb9RZiI/AAAAAAAADj8/gHNOharhA7k/s1600-h/DSC_5040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDcb9RZiI/AAAAAAAADj8/gHNOharhA7k/s400/DSC_5040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163639100171810" border="0" /></a><br />. . .and mastered!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDcvMWsSI/AAAAAAAADkE/E0QYCRpETIg/s1600-h/DSC_5033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDcvMWsSI/AAAAAAAADkE/E0QYCRpETIg/s400/DSC_5033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163644263706914" border="0" /></a><br />The finished product produced by Reed alone. No cake, just icing. That's how I like it too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDcDr0j5I/AAAAAAAADj0/NqsPJDQ5Ta0/s1600-h/DSC_5067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SQqDcDr0j5I/AAAAAAAADj0/NqsPJDQ5Ta0/s400/DSC_5067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163632584527762" border="0" /></a>Happy 1st Birthday, Reed!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925386955508026447.post-66845617189693990662008-10-22T01:16:00.005-04:002008-10-22T04:40:52.703-04:00crumpets and tea{sidenote: not that anyone even cares :) but I am going out of chronological order. oh no. yeah. The post that precedes this one is a little on the long winded side and I have not collected all the photos from it yet. So just to let you know. But, like I mentioned,not that anybody cares. hehe}<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">With a love of all things British (after all my name does mean "from England" :) what better way to introduce my daughter than to have a tea party at our vey own British tea room, The English Rose.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7jOiUpS5I/AAAAAAAADGQ/n57fxgdmcj8/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7jOiUpS5I/AAAAAAAADGQ/n57fxgdmcj8/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259891253686389650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amy and Anna Kate met Ada and I for afternoon tea at 2pm yesterday. We had a delightful time and the girls were on their very best behavior. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Well, almos</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">t</span>. Miss Lynn took great care of us and continually complimented the girls on their good behavior. As soon as we arrived Miss Lynn gave each of the girls a biscuit that they devoured. Ada not quit as gracefully as Anna Kate.<br /><br />This is the before and I will spare you the after.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbU5azF7JyTYf7QRL9nhKGQFxw_ehm0IRb6OHWwMcLC-EXFM12YAiCdv14et1x7wQBonmc8euXYgLrKyXFUImt1ZJsnfMP9NdMRcbpZF27gSKDHeBaiiCtTaTWJOyflNWYOESSqGCsMA/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbU5azF7JyTYf7QRL9nhKGQFxw_ehm0IRb6OHWwMcLC-EXFM12YAiCdv14et1x7wQBonmc8euXYgLrKyXFUImt1ZJsnfMP9NdMRcbpZF27gSKDHeBaiiCtTaTWJOyflNWYOESSqGCsMA/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259887233913769042" border="0" /></a> Amy brought a child appropriate (and very cute) tea set that the girls enjoyed "sipping" and then tossing on the floor. Continually.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7fk7ZfkJI/AAAAAAAADFI/sXlh4KHouzY/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7fk7ZfkJI/AAAAAAAADFI/sXlh4KHouzY/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259887240328220818" border="0" /></a>Yes, this is the <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">well, almost</span> that I previously referred to. So many times that we ended up with some damaged goods. First by Ada. Then by Anna Kate. Ada's mommy (moi) was delighted when A.K. repeated Ada's offense so her daughter was not the only one breaking things, though in general she still feels bad that it happened at all. We do apologize, again A.K.<br /><br />The offense.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hIhsb0nI/AAAAAAAADFQ/ffXhuNlAXeA/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hIhsb0nI/AAAAAAAADFQ/ffXhuNlAXeA/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259888951415263858" border="0" /></a>The offender.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hIyYzENI/AAAAAAAADFY/7OY_gGI9G6E/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hIyYzENI/AAAAAAAADFY/7OY_gGI9G6E/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259888955896303826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">While the girls munched on their biscuits, the adults each had a delicious cup of asparagus soup and split a sampler of finger sandwiches. The two little A's ended up have a bit of the asparagus soup, along with many different kinds of other little people food. And we must not forget dessert. I of course went for the chocolate dish while Amy chose a palatable strawberry option. I think it is safe to say that we both would be up for a repeat.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">yum!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hJcVmKcI/AAAAAAAADFg/94zkTrDJBuo/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hJcVmKcI/AAAAAAAADFg/94zkTrDJBuo/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259888967157164482" border="0" /></a>For some after tea entertainment Anna Kate showed us her peek-a-boo skills. . .<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hJgr7hhI/AAAAAAAADFo/cUm6P01NO_s/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hJgr7hhI/AAAAAAAADFo/cUm6P01NO_s/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259888968324580882" border="0" /></a>. . .and then posed like a little cutie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hJoWxkOI/AAAAAAAADFw/ulYC7mkibWU/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7hJoWxkOI/AAAAAAAADFw/ulYC7mkibWU/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259888970383331554" border="0" /></a>Ada thought A.K. was hilarious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7jNK4hIcI/AAAAAAAADF4/7y7RqEkUO74/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7jNK4hIcI/AAAAAAAADF4/7y7RqEkUO74/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259891230214529474" border="0" /></a>And if they had not already been the most perfect (almost) sweet angels and just as cute as could be. . .they held hands.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7jODtbuvI/AAAAAAAADGI/7ZC0XKJnXWo/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eg2qk3jDbeI/SP7jODtbuvI/AAAAAAAADGI/7ZC0XKJnXWo/s400/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259891245468859122" border="0" /></a>The four "tea huggers". Black and White. Oh yeah. Truth be told. My face was looking as shiny as one of those 1970s disco balls.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQArBN7tvZMlTQOZNk8W7dxQ1X-ABsoq8854zYcrFXbJ4ZBtb2yxQ-Xui8CCI6z8zLS5F1o-RwVoIaltoNx82RyKkCqR1qnE9-tG7KnpDQSbIVMcn46SVA25HJDhz4tfhJ7I_Lk_wWFc/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQArBN7tvZMlTQOZNk8W7dxQ1X-ABsoq8854zYcrFXbJ4ZBtb2yxQ-Xui8CCI6z8zLS5F1o-RwVoIaltoNx82RyKkCqR1qnE9-tG7KnpDQSbIVMcn46SVA25HJDhz4tfhJ7I_Lk_wWFc/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259891258616543698" border="0" /></a>-brittany-http://www.blogger.com/profile/13501702702781468445noreply@blogger.com5