tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51696703176262928922024-03-05T07:52:54.309-08:00All About The MunchkinMunchkin: [muhnch-kin][Origin: after the Munchkins, a dwarflike race portrayed in L. Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900) and other fantasy novels]
noun- 1. A small person. 2. Loveable characters who live in Oz that sing, dance and extoll the merits of the yellow brick road. 3. (PREFERRED DEFINITION) A nickname lovingly used by Mommy and Daddy to refer to their little one.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-9920547357947924432009-06-21T11:14:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:31:34.489-07:00Happy First Father's Day, Daddy!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPtOiZ3f_sMv5kq9AHg_YG4C0tFaQhambCpwGOJb9uC3mM6wu6p8pRd6gIYL6U4bWxRzgT-y7Jcsgtj33Y2ohXY8bdJ1dgVEXdoMoBCSpdgCoyp37VKNkMTPycjugAi4on7X-qGDg6aWw/s1600-h/p10113ta101331_6_0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPtOiZ3f_sMv5kq9AHg_YG4C0tFaQhambCpwGOJb9uC3mM6wu6p8pRd6gIYL6U4bWxRzgT-y7Jcsgtj33Y2ohXY8bdJ1dgVEXdoMoBCSpdgCoyp37VKNkMTPycjugAi4on7X-qGDg6aWw/s320/p10113ta101331_6_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349848820465610882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfIZVZ6R1egS5-19AbAaUG-lz8orHdt6TZG5GQnMeMAhmCC-fq1IAV3GH4T0OLnHjbLx1D3DMJS-I8zMex_xW8X_iDy4RZB4jMTOWF5aB1VUsTQ1yEyQCQhSjnSTDO_8HcrXMyBNVNnHx/s1600-h/p10113ta101331_6_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfIZVZ6R1egS5-19AbAaUG-lz8orHdt6TZG5GQnMeMAhmCC-fq1IAV3GH4T0OLnHjbLx1D3DMJS-I8zMex_xW8X_iDy4RZB4jMTOWF5aB1VUsTQ1yEyQCQhSjnSTDO_8HcrXMyBNVNnHx/s320/p10113ta101331_6_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349848816960450338" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF5VCvGlXZ6jK2_JaCZ5DT19I8N92auTBqPcghRgkJjXCbh67sIoHk1JYY7kprSrHA_FwpUUWJoiLN8NuISlUlKnrp4z__PQYvIH2tAYQwp6HUp4fvMonPBDlM8q_0QWblH4RNLvbmJQ3/s1600-h/p10113ta101331_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF5VCvGlXZ6jK2_JaCZ5DT19I8N92auTBqPcghRgkJjXCbh67sIoHk1JYY7kprSrHA_FwpUUWJoiLN8NuISlUlKnrp4z__PQYvIH2tAYQwp6HUp4fvMonPBDlM8q_0QWblH4RNLvbmJQ3/s320/p10113ta101331_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349848811427763634" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8g3FC5ZevKmVIasqjYiY_MiC4loHTJVmP1vOz_gq2_7-Qw1ujDr5IUIlBQdMWUovVQgi3Ed7IhOjQe1jLnse2hFoJL5FfkO5eO3KcOAHo4F-ql_rC6O5BYptnX1rH-BdBDDacPK_-d7FX/s1600-h/p10113ta101331_3_0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8g3FC5ZevKmVIasqjYiY_MiC4loHTJVmP1vOz_gq2_7-Qw1ujDr5IUIlBQdMWUovVQgi3Ed7IhOjQe1jLnse2hFoJL5FfkO5eO3KcOAHo4F-ql_rC6O5BYptnX1rH-BdBDDacPK_-d7FX/s320/p10113ta101331_3_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349848809661365938" /></a><br /><br />For Father's Day, Mommy took me to have some new pictures made to send to Daddy. He got them in his latest care package, and he said he really liked them. Since he's seen them now, Mommy is putting them here to share with everyone who reads to keep track of how I'm growing. (We had to wait until Daddy got his copies in the mail cause we didn't want to ruin the surprise.) <br /><br />Daddy, Mommy & I both love and miss you very much. I wish you could be here with us for Father's Day, but Mommy says you will be home in a couple of months and we will make up for it then. We can't wait until you come home and I can show you in person just how big I've grown. I love you and I love when Mommy puts in the video you made for me before you left. Mommy says I grin like crazy when I see the video or hear your voice on the phone. I love you and can't wait to see you again on the day we bring you home.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-68082483042819175212009-06-19T11:31:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:50:53.023-07:00Three MonthsDear Jackson,<br /><br />I can hardly believe that you are already three months old!! Where, oh where did the time fly away to? You are such a sweet boy, and you just get sweeter each and every day. <br /><br />I'm not quite sure where you get it from, because neither Daddy nor I are very big "morning people" but you are so animated, giggly, and happy in the mornings when you wake up. You usually greet me with that sweet, sweet smile of yours every morning. You almost always have one dimple that shows, but when the smile gets bigger, they both show, and it's the cutest smile I think I have ever seen. You find amusement in the funniest things. I have yet to hear it, but a few days ago, Nana got a true laugh out of you. Of all things, you laughed when she sniffed her nose. We've tried doing it again to see if you will give out that laugh but I still have yet to hear it. You will grin and giggle a little bit, and there are times when I can see that you want to let out the full laugh but you just can't quite do it yet. I will wait patiently for the day when I can hear it for myself. <br /><br />You are growing bigger and stronger each and every day, and are now weighing in at 16 pounds!! You are getting much better at keeping your head held up and you love to stand up on someones lap while they help support you. Earlier this week, you discovered that the toys on the front of your bouncer seat make the lights and sound start once you hit them. You hit it a couple of times and had this look of amazement each time the lights started. By the third time, you had figured out that your kicks was making it go, and you squealed with delight when it started again. (Mommy has since made a mental note to try & always have the video camera battery charged so future events won't be missed.)<br /><br />There have been several times now that Mommy has put in the video that Daddy made for your while he was home just after you were born. Each time you look towards the television and sit still, just watching and listening. When Daddy calls and talks to you through the speaker phone, you look at the phone is amazement, as if you are wondering just how he got in there. I know Daddy misses you very much, and he's very excited that he will be home in less than 2 months and will be able to spend lots of time with you.<br /><br />Every time I write one of these letters, I think about the last one and how much you have grown and changed. It always amazes me how much I love you more and more every day. You are an amazing little person who has changed my life forever. When you look at me with those big blue eyes and sweet grin, I know I will never be able to put into words just how much I love you. I hope by the time you are old enough to read this and understand, you will know just how special and how very loved you are.<br /><br />Love you always,<br />MommyChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-34359406491003859462009-06-15T08:55:00.001-07:002009-06-15T09:01:01.303-07:003 months old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGBtJZVK8sABoWOELfWkjOTsgubjg2PjyUf1oXonSS2AFOWtalj3Oq9dV-4IZoqJ3pG-XjjTJ-Su3iqjojnkgRbaYjGksXQy7p3T0hj9Bp7HRFxbFORQQ2SeoSwoIQNzWnGYiPE9cPAM6/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGBtJZVK8sABoWOELfWkjOTsgubjg2PjyUf1oXonSS2AFOWtalj3Oq9dV-4IZoqJ3pG-XjjTJ-Su3iqjojnkgRbaYjGksXQy7p3T0hj9Bp7HRFxbFORQQ2SeoSwoIQNzWnGYiPE9cPAM6/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347584957351668946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCGzluPRoVYjKiFmp-QbzQWH0mSweEhcuZrPymudP6M_CfLyoZXJktkLwQ7LKQMhmFVIb7NmY-Gnhn0skkW_ukHlAnesk1Kujp-SsRY9K5kiXxhG4LzT_QXeRS4RLvgM3ApFIxaUWs7G8/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCGzluPRoVYjKiFmp-QbzQWH0mSweEhcuZrPymudP6M_CfLyoZXJktkLwQ7LKQMhmFVIb7NmY-Gnhn0skkW_ukHlAnesk1Kujp-SsRY9K5kiXxhG4LzT_QXeRS4RLvgM3ApFIxaUWs7G8/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347584952234760802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7zfxSikKxF3y4ijm7G8BpGg-pdGMrXYvu05rEVBZq8QkbCvR9YbvZfS-H6YrNdSWD1L9ZzxbmL_4fEH7_RwLfQaYXYMFWLGoTxn43jA_pL54NT7_91puMC2b2FKbSH-T9SzTGRzxbdz2/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7zfxSikKxF3y4ijm7G8BpGg-pdGMrXYvu05rEVBZq8QkbCvR9YbvZfS-H6YrNdSWD1L9ZzxbmL_4fEH7_RwLfQaYXYMFWLGoTxn43jA_pL54NT7_91puMC2b2FKbSH-T9SzTGRzxbdz2/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347584943381567394" /></a>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-75453522563200252382009-05-14T19:58:00.000-07:002009-05-21T20:21:31.678-07:00Two MonthsTo My Sweet Baby Boy, <br /><br />It is so hard for me to believe that you are already two months old. These last two months have flown by. Every day, I am amazed by you and the new things you are learning to do. You are spending more and more time awake and alert. As a matter of fact, you are quite the little night owl! Most nights, you don't go to sleep for the night until at least 11...and sometimes midnight. You must have inherited my patience because when it comes to waiting for things (a bottle, someone to respond to your cries and pick you up) you are not very patient at all! You smiled your first real smile about a week ago. Nana actually was the first one to get one out of you, but you gave me one later that night as I was giving you your bottle. There have been several since then, and I'm sure that it's only a matter of time before you are just smiling all the time. Everyone who sees you admires what a handsome little man you are! There are some people who say you look lots like Daddy, while others think you look like me. I can see both of us in you, and it varies based on your facial expressions at the time. Even though Daddy is far away, he still talks to you when he calls. When you hear his voice through the phone, you usually get calm and still while you listen. I've said it before, and I am sure I will say it again, but I love you more than I ever imagined I would. You are truly a blessing to our family, and you are a very loved little boy. Always remember that.<br /><br />Love You Forever,<br />MommyChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-9724323184645473862009-04-28T16:44:00.000-07:002009-04-28T17:20:05.635-07:00New picsI know it's been a while since I updated here. Truth is, I haven't taken as many pictures as I should be taking. There have been times Jackson is making funny faces or looks especially cute, but if I do have a free hand to grab the camera, by the time I get it, it's usually too late. Most times, I simply don't have the time to take as many pictures as I should. But I have managed to take a few recently, so here they are.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLOvS8vHfnDMDcOYSJJMXHljl9aqFiooWB6js6_yJoljXAqhq4QZQVc2h0rZbKqtLdiGwo-H4O8Hn_7G9lqIzDiQAT1n0OkSfhShhFpwohUyJzqmk7Ka7LY4fT_xNdqtOeZ4T7mH7WZB-/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLOvS8vHfnDMDcOYSJJMXHljl9aqFiooWB6js6_yJoljXAqhq4QZQVc2h0rZbKqtLdiGwo-H4O8Hn_7G9lqIzDiQAT1n0OkSfhShhFpwohUyJzqmk7Ka7LY4fT_xNdqtOeZ4T7mH7WZB-/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894493942317394" /></a><br />Jackson slept through his big cousin's last soccer game of the season<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3UOKSJBbXQMd-S_ETdlJDMWkRmh24ciqP9_-VEcQ5VDHlG0FwmRmVBjF_wnqPDqKx5YyGHFB_Dt4cvCT-UT-Lj_qfdhN3MhKbQRDSLIzu8NXXyla3KfdQfMrWOzt6O88_RasOB49VzgP/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3UOKSJBbXQMd-S_ETdlJDMWkRmh24ciqP9_-VEcQ5VDHlG0FwmRmVBjF_wnqPDqKx5YyGHFB_Dt4cvCT-UT-Lj_qfdhN3MhKbQRDSLIzu8NXXyla3KfdQfMrWOzt6O88_RasOB49VzgP/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894488751465442" /></a><br />Jackson and Landon, strapped in and ready to roll to go watch soccer.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnruIxnTivEn_omJoE8Q7Pwybl77r0LoqvMQTi6jrD92bUoVFVPYd1CY2fFvGeRaR06UXpwusZnCwgV4qmwGXwDow_cknCiIQyGui0Nf3So0qPrH0eOQ-49jfwC4DQD-J7I5gWUBoDDrI/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnruIxnTivEn_omJoE8Q7Pwybl77r0LoqvMQTi6jrD92bUoVFVPYd1CY2fFvGeRaR06UXpwusZnCwgV4qmwGXwDow_cknCiIQyGui0Nf3So0qPrH0eOQ-49jfwC4DQD-J7I5gWUBoDDrI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894482523997746" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvPWTdEdnfts7_3siKOdWqGVyqPnM61Nq3G92bdYKxaWWRs-uTkdaKqdgFsoIuLMqNwdyEo7hr7G8baJeb9iOYlgEjKrYxlVG3tJsTXdeQ4jeUGADKKFNNXBrAmwRyf5lt2ptcPfNEoC8/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvPWTdEdnfts7_3siKOdWqGVyqPnM61Nq3G92bdYKxaWWRs-uTkdaKqdgFsoIuLMqNwdyEo7hr7G8baJeb9iOYlgEjKrYxlVG3tJsTXdeQ4jeUGADKKFNNXBrAmwRyf5lt2ptcPfNEoC8/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894474546780466" /></a><br />I had to take these two pictures to show to Papa's boss and his wife. They bought this outfit for Jackson. It's so cute with the motorcycle on everything, including the shorts!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQVgQGhD21oGo5INxGsLNpg4RyRiSB2hOG9873H5_Wafvm8aFHR37KMaR70EnbPZ7Lk2Zu3IDRchNccwpW_9mXXBbp8gESKCHJo8ogbFyBhi-Pz0RethvXGxRQ0eZtzzUhXN8jM_lHLar/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQVgQGhD21oGo5INxGsLNpg4RyRiSB2hOG9873H5_Wafvm8aFHR37KMaR70EnbPZ7Lk2Zu3IDRchNccwpW_9mXXBbp8gESKCHJo8ogbFyBhi-Pz0RethvXGxRQ0eZtzzUhXN8jM_lHLar/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329894469826454322" /></a><br />This one was just Jackson, laying around being lazy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebusxfY06b3qwdypRz61DPruD-Fojv3bPA_Azr8RDxhXJkTeOAWOdbi_yWMyoOMAVhkuTJ3E2R8jpDoTJ60m3JbUiC8YvFY5ZSWbdqDOyEJd7RfxpFDFoSieS4GTKQ3r-eXvhzo9UJ4iS/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebusxfY06b3qwdypRz61DPruD-Fojv3bPA_Azr8RDxhXJkTeOAWOdbi_yWMyoOMAVhkuTJ3E2R8jpDoTJ60m3JbUiC8YvFY5ZSWbdqDOyEJd7RfxpFDFoSieS4GTKQ3r-eXvhzo9UJ4iS/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329896974122465874" /></a><br />When we got back to Nana & Papa's after soccer, we tried to take some pictures of the babies. It's a little hard to see in this picture (I hate the delay of taking pics with a digital camera!) but Landon is at the age where everything goes into his mouth. This, apparently includes Jackson. Look closely and you'll see his tongue going back in after he licked Jackson's head. We were all cracking up laughing!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKKCb8k1sIWiqU6OlF2Lv0OMXO-47-2olwfXmkctXHUuGU-e9yMnF0Axw5MrKS-0BYqaCb4bFdoNl2XFBZQiqCgFAli2jueEvHrSYcXeqJfSLjQ0UMucUQrrDExy5GccFAdu3066YWGqd/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKKCb8k1sIWiqU6OlF2Lv0OMXO-47-2olwfXmkctXHUuGU-e9yMnF0Axw5MrKS-0BYqaCb4bFdoNl2XFBZQiqCgFAli2jueEvHrSYcXeqJfSLjQ0UMucUQrrDExy5GccFAdu3066YWGqd/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329896969493819714" /></a><br />After Landon decided not to eat Jackson's head after all.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDCvADVnJpCA3MTqTx7s2kAVsKdaPTBMr0QidBpofwZmpfrNsfIURA3vAqMZa7Wa3lYKqQW_fjA0wTb4zTM2L7NOZwR0tO7SzG8N-KEx-GBEi9YAnQ79b-FSsE-oguDP9LDylWRycEU8V/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDCvADVnJpCA3MTqTx7s2kAVsKdaPTBMr0QidBpofwZmpfrNsfIURA3vAqMZa7Wa3lYKqQW_fjA0wTb4zTM2L7NOZwR0tO7SzG8N-KEx-GBEi9YAnQ79b-FSsE-oguDP9LDylWRycEU8V/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329896964949979042" /></a><br />Jackson hanging out in his bouncey seat.<br /><br />In addition to Landon, Dakota and Cheyanne, Jackson has two bonus cousins, Trista and Haley. (I say bonus because usually when I think of step, I think of the whole "evil step-relative" description.) We don't get to see them very often, what with them going to their dad's most weekends, but they did come with Uncle Scott & Aunt Charity this last weekend. They argued over who would get to hold Jackson first.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6moNfEUDl5olokB5q5FRBT7IRpcV-ZyQs2paZ2ENd2jZngYCNGSDS3BwSG9jPyVsKKLpxae9381FgebOqpCe3ySa1XdQxmGtmJt_Q9Syw5eLksAxG37QRBhtqdLq6FPY2v9V2l9TMnx-/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6moNfEUDl5olokB5q5FRBT7IRpcV-ZyQs2paZ2ENd2jZngYCNGSDS3BwSG9jPyVsKKLpxae9381FgebOqpCe3ySa1XdQxmGtmJt_Q9Syw5eLksAxG37QRBhtqdLq6FPY2v9V2l9TMnx-/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329896958202879474" /></a><br />This is Haley with Jackson<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-55kY3HRwhD4xwm0GsCSyzZBGPt1nl3YtHutrEkS2wPjzy3spBdaqU2XTQURjIY5R2JJJowqcCRF7H7xGebNF1TMgKR2b0QjwVf7XCArR06fO6t56j6vliZnb70SISA5xvmz1_RMADO7m/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-55kY3HRwhD4xwm0GsCSyzZBGPt1nl3YtHutrEkS2wPjzy3spBdaqU2XTQURjIY5R2JJJowqcCRF7H7xGebNF1TMgKR2b0QjwVf7XCArR06fO6t56j6vliZnb70SISA5xvmz1_RMADO7m/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329896954982467730" /></a><br />Here's Trista holding Jackson. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRkNDYkqonZ5O6nXJb3-SShigUX_yelEEk_erjz-LhvDhsXGVixFVDTUhvwBcuiLKwLP8XgNMfxLS1cNxRfkBt-TwP0c5HEaf51V2pKMXgaG8rtyhzXJMRvuJuP_6n0-l2Kit3lP5YReW/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRkNDYkqonZ5O6nXJb3-SShigUX_yelEEk_erjz-LhvDhsXGVixFVDTUhvwBcuiLKwLP8XgNMfxLS1cNxRfkBt-TwP0c5HEaf51V2pKMXgaG8rtyhzXJMRvuJuP_6n0-l2Kit3lP5YReW/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329900230265280786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNP7vpJvKtVCEu7nqyaHD1SxxkCgWCTaAP3sNT30FlazQPvim6ktwa8qVe_wyI8TAFBZPqMghcBLNa4207N5uWzb8LiWGVU5SQFuGcyR01_JCM4_PmSMEGFFjcBQRnJ0_yN1whwgKKxYC1/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNP7vpJvKtVCEu7nqyaHD1SxxkCgWCTaAP3sNT30FlazQPvim6ktwa8qVe_wyI8TAFBZPqMghcBLNa4207N5uWzb8LiWGVU5SQFuGcyR01_JCM4_PmSMEGFFjcBQRnJ0_yN1whwgKKxYC1/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329900228675403426" /></a><br />Here's Nana holding Landon & JacksonChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-75633175066280329072009-04-16T18:32:00.000-07:002009-04-16T18:48:34.292-07:00Holy Growing Baby Boy, Batman!!Unless he gets sick and needs to see the doctor, Jackson won't go back to his pediatrician until his two month appointment for shots. (Eeeek! I'm sure I will cry as much as he does. My baby has to get shots!) So, I don't have "official" stats for him, but for my curiosity sake and for the baby book, I weighed and measured him. The doctor's office scale is more accurate than mine in the fact that it breaks it down by pounds and ounces. Mine rounds by 1/2 pound incrimates. According to our scale, he weighs around 11 pounds, and according to my measuring, he's now about 20 1/2 inches tall. Now, if you remember his birth stats, you may be thinking wow, he grew 3 1/2 inches in a month. Ehh, not so much. When we saw the pediatrician a couple of days after we were discharged from the hospital, we figured out he was a little shortchanged on his birth measurements. At 5 days old, he measured 18 1/2 inches. I really doubt he grew that much in five days. So, he did grow in the last month, but not as much as it sounds like. <br /><br />Monday was his one month birthday. I didn't actually get any pictures on the actual day. Before anyone thinks I was slacking on my mommy duties, I must say that Monday was a pretty hectic day. Jackson is usually a very calm baby, unless he's hungry or needs a new diaper. However, Monday he was lots fussier than normal, and he was incredibly gassy. The only comfort he seemed to get was to be held and cuddled. It's hard to take pictures at the same time you are holding him. I did get pictures the day before since it was Easter, so I'll consider that close enough to his one month photo. (Oh, and by the way, once the gassiness was finally gone, he was back to his sweet, usual self.)Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-53673906203343455512009-04-13T19:46:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:41:18.114-07:00One MonthDear Jackson,<br /><br />Tomorrow you will be one month old. This last month has flown by, and I have learned so much about you, and about myself. I never realized how much a lack of sleep really wouldn't bother me if it meant I was being woken up to take care of you. I never realized how I could go from really disliking putting laundry away to smiling when I fold your tiny little outfits. I never realized how happy sweet little coos could make me. And, I never realized just how much love my heart could hold. <br /><br />Parts of your personality are starting to come out. When it's time for you to burp during feedings, and your bottle gets moved, you protest with a sound that's almost growl like. Once I start to pat your back, you usually make a small grunting noise, almost as if you are trying to push the burp out. When you are awake, you usually look around bright eyed, taking in the world around you. You are a very sweet, very good baby. When you cry, I usually know it's because you are hungry, or need a new diaper. Occasionally you will fight going to sleep, but you usually go down without too much of a protest. Some of my favorite moments are the ones when you fall asleep with your head resting on my shoulder. I usually wait with you there for at least a few minutes to make sure you are well asleep before I move you to your bed. Those minutes are the sweetest ones I have experienced. <br /><br />Happy One Month Birthday, my sweet baby boy. <br /><br />Love you always,<br />MommyChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-44512915200666832502009-04-12T18:52:00.001-07:002009-04-12T19:06:21.149-07:00Happy Easter!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NlCT3jSvTjLupjO7MQ53a5oVyfK4vnEN7lbDJrWj6aAhJAH9wWlqzx38qlyTXkYIT0gug4RMkPwmEjzVMdwlCUfhRhfzshc7Yr_0aL7NYmiPvZ3ks3SH3hFhGAAbG8d1ZrJOstT_8fpi/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NlCT3jSvTjLupjO7MQ53a5oVyfK4vnEN7lbDJrWj6aAhJAH9wWlqzx38qlyTXkYIT0gug4RMkPwmEjzVMdwlCUfhRhfzshc7Yr_0aL7NYmiPvZ3ks3SH3hFhGAAbG8d1ZrJOstT_8fpi/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323988170752160418" /></a><br /><br />Happy Easter!! We had a nice day today. We went to see family so Mommy could introduce me and show me off to her aunts and uncles and extended family. Mommy made me my own Easter basket with a blue camo basket. It had a First Easter bib, rattle, a book and camo colored eggs. Mommy took pictures.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTozmLBf2krfijWaePTHMBoQqXGpKc-JLyZzkDo6l2RUgRFcZQjAMm-Nlf341tDbnZHI0H0etLiob89EgRs2KmbOhj1DIk7S-Qc3f7Y88c93gqJLzK1PwU8xmp1BxT4xdCUNiEiuf2QYK/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTozmLBf2krfijWaePTHMBoQqXGpKc-JLyZzkDo6l2RUgRFcZQjAMm-Nlf341tDbnZHI0H0etLiob89EgRs2KmbOhj1DIk7S-Qc3f7Y88c93gqJLzK1PwU8xmp1BxT4xdCUNiEiuf2QYK/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323989479116788546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrcnr93S72ODNiU7B-lxsggIz5YrxxwIPd-4HXAJYMISa9xq-ij2ys8wLRjZZUYl-JtndRymBCa3pUJoTi3DrkixJfl27Qfo9T3_aVv0yqQzWTUXmBAVGg3yW0Pf2gKEKSlVJ3T-ynbF7/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrcnr93S72ODNiU7B-lxsggIz5YrxxwIPd-4HXAJYMISa9xq-ij2ys8wLRjZZUYl-JtndRymBCa3pUJoTi3DrkixJfl27Qfo9T3_aVv0yqQzWTUXmBAVGg3yW0Pf2gKEKSlVJ3T-ynbF7/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323989474877882786" /></a><br /><br />My Easter outfit was one that Daddy picked out while he was home on leave. Mommy thought I looked very handsome. Here are a couple more pictures of me in it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQyVgACWbpGn8iwDmw-PKCQEKz1zVAKa4slrKCwmKOKPfUK-HZ3i2LebvvZuEmDpzcNfr4nyg6oPMVr1dyEAnPtiCUkxFlzpDE7R8YW5xoqdjpLE8vvt1T1Bq4pD6aGTQzA3FnHot3Fqc/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQyVgACWbpGn8iwDmw-PKCQEKz1zVAKa4slrKCwmKOKPfUK-HZ3i2LebvvZuEmDpzcNfr4nyg6oPMVr1dyEAnPtiCUkxFlzpDE7R8YW5xoqdjpLE8vvt1T1Bq4pD6aGTQzA3FnHot3Fqc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323990890674194514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-uEERtrsfS8NZPv1aJR2JnxkvFErVmcpB0Qx14avix6CNrCkjULbq7VZOgIvHld_zHyf68VJgc9h_c7quM62DWg7S9wgDBti6u-2QIem12RHDq5_qJ5PqTLTOCUhRlpOgFgGaIzPB4kZ/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-uEERtrsfS8NZPv1aJR2JnxkvFErVmcpB0Qx14avix6CNrCkjULbq7VZOgIvHld_zHyf68VJgc9h_c7quM62DWg7S9wgDBti6u-2QIem12RHDq5_qJ5PqTLTOCUhRlpOgFgGaIzPB4kZ/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323990884147130562" /></a><br /><br />I hope everyone had a Happy Easter!!Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-17064843789299928902009-04-03T18:03:00.000-07:002009-04-03T18:20:40.358-07:00We Miss Daddy!!It's been almost a week since Daddy had to leave to go back to Kuwait. While we are doing fine, we miss him very much! Jackson and I stayed at my parents (Nana & Papa) house almost all week because I wasn't quite ready to face going home alone yet. Daniel was amazing while he was home and did so much, from cleaning up to taking over and making me get sleep, that I was anxious about handling things on my own. But Jackson is a very good baby and seems to have settled into a routine. I resisted using my mom for help unless I really needed it so I could prepare to come home. (I know Nana and Papa love us, but we can't just move in with them until Daniel comes home.) So we are home now and everything seems to be settling down. For now anyway, until Jackson decides he wants a new schedule. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBF27yTeBeGJYvuVrK4KfGUsJcCZlwai5PCAr42giHlXYkvpRxPIXDyihxz9G7aQcYrVUH7-DjONMH2ZlnDCSju5K46wJgUCjfimpjuIi44Z1OD0cSyCcmoV6g88xWXzFh6vKpO04jGU_/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgBF27yTeBeGJYvuVrK4KfGUsJcCZlwai5PCAr42giHlXYkvpRxPIXDyihxz9G7aQcYrVUH7-DjONMH2ZlnDCSju5K46wJgUCjfimpjuIi44Z1OD0cSyCcmoV6g88xWXzFh6vKpO04jGU_/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320637892838150546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicdC_D4_h5r6y6ZqoUhLhoul4nU4XJD9SywBAquZxCef4N5HBlWA4TPqwLlyDS238fD003YLWxgM1lTv_WH8qNGcGr7iMYdmtbbL3AxjEi-izykMtWuPQPg_7M-m4uzr0E666dTGIB-wG/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicdC_D4_h5r6y6ZqoUhLhoul4nU4XJD9SywBAquZxCef4N5HBlWA4TPqwLlyDS238fD003YLWxgM1lTv_WH8qNGcGr7iMYdmtbbL3AxjEi-izykMtWuPQPg_7M-m4uzr0E666dTGIB-wG/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320637895773600082" /></a><br />Daddy brought home a camel from Kuwait for Jackson, and he wanted to take his picture on it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_d-0zLl4k9aZy2g3S_bOmabhEqzQTskxhyphenhyphen3XiqpTMhbX6BHgfXgstMX-ZmDF7D_smsYv409VhUyAp0-wDtrEkjMB92bHrvLWJ-F44dw6NUm_oOB_BsHW0-MaWMriFW5A-SadUpFPO_z__/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_d-0zLl4k9aZy2g3S_bOmabhEqzQTskxhyphenhyphen3XiqpTMhbX6BHgfXgstMX-ZmDF7D_smsYv409VhUyAp0-wDtrEkjMB92bHrvLWJ-F44dw6NUm_oOB_BsHW0-MaWMriFW5A-SadUpFPO_z__/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320637891335056210" /></a><br />The hat actually came with the camel, but it's just the right size for Jackson, too. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWDnXHvbldMh7Ol4F8leeBAM5DPJuBBPdN48fe8tREL9i4NGcP6PS5h7MpFESKeqj5R4rwLEUmetpZgTtdaBWhIthgLpoM20e4OJ3q1-_No5_zMAlmYkQ3V-E_ZeR1BKmgvmbaSacFUTi/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWDnXHvbldMh7Ol4F8leeBAM5DPJuBBPdN48fe8tREL9i4NGcP6PS5h7MpFESKeqj5R4rwLEUmetpZgTtdaBWhIthgLpoM20e4OJ3q1-_No5_zMAlmYkQ3V-E_ZeR1BKmgvmbaSacFUTi/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320637885292067234" /></a><br />Even though it was the right size, Jackson wasn't too keen on wearing it. He knocked it off before we snapped this picture.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKeHI7LU1oZEcdfwBdV8Of7w3fhU_E7cFmophJAl8wjO0Jzjs6A4b0-hL2XuQNWl169tRNc7HYFFtTtIsqVwqnNodnZ1BlFpAZWZlkAv8UmDi4-HuFDx6RebdNaVxYYygfWbRA20OFwey/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKeHI7LU1oZEcdfwBdV8Of7w3fhU_E7cFmophJAl8wjO0Jzjs6A4b0-hL2XuQNWl169tRNc7HYFFtTtIsqVwqnNodnZ1BlFpAZWZlkAv8UmDi4-HuFDx6RebdNaVxYYygfWbRA20OFwey/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320637882478573954" /></a><br />Jackson with my fuzzy fleece Army blanket.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQqIda7-cpJ4iXBkUGTba4-V7QbQwgyXp-jlkeSanyjw6rsAwlHcFlKivSsBYKU5aJiSGEjXP-47BvP4mvPKCLPqebKHZy6kCHwPdz4SRwfeSP30KHvCG5dwhAkJFDccn5UYwMz7jjAGX/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQqIda7-cpJ4iXBkUGTba4-V7QbQwgyXp-jlkeSanyjw6rsAwlHcFlKivSsBYKU5aJiSGEjXP-47BvP4mvPKCLPqebKHZy6kCHwPdz4SRwfeSP30KHvCG5dwhAkJFDccn5UYwMz7jjAGX/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320639624313154306" /></a><br /><br /><br />Daniel wanted a picture of him in his ACU's with Jackson.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-5188792454947366372009-03-23T09:38:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:54:41.586-07:00Pictures, Vol. 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuauAdel2i_E9E3OZMjDtFoHFd8nBlgYNxsFc3qR3BS710StnWjdw4dxxyS8U7_qYNEbOKFPTuKiVFS7dDFUEgumZE1GC3yJgQ8HysBjIeJPqhT04DQZpn0AtGz6aTWaQG5h0iySHRN_Kk/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuauAdel2i_E9E3OZMjDtFoHFd8nBlgYNxsFc3qR3BS710StnWjdw4dxxyS8U7_qYNEbOKFPTuKiVFS7dDFUEgumZE1GC3yJgQ8HysBjIeJPqhT04DQZpn0AtGz6aTWaQG5h0iySHRN_Kk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426090999495970" /></a><br />Jackson with Aunt Charity<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXonlXYCYCSiJdGUYj6li0UwlmXR1I19js21ef0P4BATj9J2u5CNgl5axjoc8-L8izLy4esbbEqK93mR6Mocq9I5Gnkh72e5QWqGmE7gU3MTbPAkN1ePR1neBTkN5MblUyu9RKTuFGatf/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXonlXYCYCSiJdGUYj6li0UwlmXR1I19js21ef0P4BATj9J2u5CNgl5axjoc8-L8izLy4esbbEqK93mR6Mocq9I5Gnkh72e5QWqGmE7gU3MTbPAkN1ePR1neBTkN5MblUyu9RKTuFGatf/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426086083984754" /></a><br />Uncle Scott & Aunt Charity introducing Landon to his new cousin<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uRSkb1_JFCgJbZjNjG9VTZELYBgXpx6Qhfo_arqw2ajnLXRqPkXp7rr_CtOWXF78PD3M6MpGAa9QUyrpVnD-a5YX8U6CERuZxVniEPO2isH8jOYmDKrxsSdMxCab-1b4fLyTJrJwIPuy/s1600-h/065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uRSkb1_JFCgJbZjNjG9VTZELYBgXpx6Qhfo_arqw2ajnLXRqPkXp7rr_CtOWXF78PD3M6MpGAa9QUyrpVnD-a5YX8U6CERuZxVniEPO2isH8jOYmDKrxsSdMxCab-1b4fLyTJrJwIPuy/s320/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426087458613522" /></a><br />Jackson and Papa<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1L1RWkXr99wbYueoTx9cZ0ugudFNPQytEn0bG87WiPyY4WG-zioLPgRGonuwBzR20gi-lJLkDgfhmdszT99R3-4aQOyrzTFIMrJYcTFO8kxkwoVg234A3tugoj-5iztJ3BpOzOv_ASax/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1L1RWkXr99wbYueoTx9cZ0ugudFNPQytEn0bG87WiPyY4WG-zioLPgRGonuwBzR20gi-lJLkDgfhmdszT99R3-4aQOyrzTFIMrJYcTFO8kxkwoVg234A3tugoj-5iztJ3BpOzOv_ASax/s320/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426079956162066" /></a><br />Bathtime!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0R0ejwS3UlXVlwQTN3EXtr0EY2gqyn-jDQuA7yc8P3JkemsCMAKHz0G-d8BEvBw28nUfyLEuP0qikQsMHCvlWKyln0rfo_zarkOlkmfwxRsgmR8rdZRcOfsyW6ocAeg5LOdSIEwGOY1Mn/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0R0ejwS3UlXVlwQTN3EXtr0EY2gqyn-jDQuA7yc8P3JkemsCMAKHz0G-d8BEvBw28nUfyLEuP0qikQsMHCvlWKyln0rfo_zarkOlkmfwxRsgmR8rdZRcOfsyW6ocAeg5LOdSIEwGOY1Mn/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426072361719154" /></a><br />With big cousins Landon and Dakota.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMpCWtwPqjk03v24_Te5KsKMz_0xEiP4TqzarCWa4U6JsqrmSq7i2suCSDBzXAo3LzF2nX-QIXPTI31tTGg8aoX1X_yy6IFkUe0YFUcyG-i3ueIBmRn3k6-5FJe5LPpAitQeRAfu88ls4/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMpCWtwPqjk03v24_Te5KsKMz_0xEiP4TqzarCWa4U6JsqrmSq7i2suCSDBzXAo3LzF2nX-QIXPTI31tTGg8aoX1X_yy6IFkUe0YFUcyG-i3ueIBmRn3k6-5FJe5LPpAitQeRAfu88ls4/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424649539760978" /></a><br />Ready to go for a ride<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_LBfFPTgxtXPpwN_YX4VbJfJHIcqJhSixFfeiQdFI0Hp3ICZ9XjVlkLZGXkit2C6mDUh6gLeh8rIuXv83jmR2LyAgXidLi0YXXb395RcTOAcPmk1UJ8wN8xtskKGvEzsjzMWk4MgszHh/s1600-h/092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_LBfFPTgxtXPpwN_YX4VbJfJHIcqJhSixFfeiQdFI0Hp3ICZ9XjVlkLZGXkit2C6mDUh6gLeh8rIuXv83jmR2LyAgXidLi0YXXb395RcTOAcPmk1UJ8wN8xtskKGvEzsjzMWk4MgszHh/s320/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424650624139266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOdNeKFdry8JwfU7OWrXdqYtOQc_zN9i0byEOH-u9rYXG_snbTW7_QzIF7Kh2E0F0dNHhJK86dwmH8kqGebUUvtSK4zsZUwwu9OnDG33Mw0JhA4PLXMBNTcK7h0yYRVaRUtgU0JC0bcYx/s1600-h/090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOdNeKFdry8JwfU7OWrXdqYtOQc_zN9i0byEOH-u9rYXG_snbTW7_QzIF7Kh2E0F0dNHhJK86dwmH8kqGebUUvtSK4zsZUwwu9OnDG33Mw0JhA4PLXMBNTcK7h0yYRVaRUtgU0JC0bcYx/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424639506690354" /></a><br />Jackson likes Daddy's finger<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptZFMtetMCZnNBgHgZLErhUH35w00yYyoefH8L8oQtYVDPs4zKeJRPHx7PkioCACeJoVQxA5cUnFCGvISEFIBqeE8tzVD9YXrxX79Vo8a7mCqkwIfV4GEc5roBA9DR2llLHCml7v43-oW/s1600-h/083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptZFMtetMCZnNBgHgZLErhUH35w00yYyoefH8L8oQtYVDPs4zKeJRPHx7PkioCACeJoVQxA5cUnFCGvISEFIBqeE8tzVD9YXrxX79Vo8a7mCqkwIfV4GEc5roBA9DR2llLHCml7v43-oW/s320/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424637630986018" /></a><br />Getting sleepy on Mommy's shoulder<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkJ0mZRqTV_peu8L7EviOP9CRNQp1GVBwVe0I8nE128h3WzPln2cW7_hvFZDlWUtmaSU9zPqINRpfY10Iz0LvThKl18g86YfHkqKo-fp_zH1R0uclf4exJw8L8E5_UehOuMIPjVt9WOXa/s1600-h/079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkJ0mZRqTV_peu8L7EviOP9CRNQp1GVBwVe0I8nE128h3WzPln2cW7_hvFZDlWUtmaSU9zPqINRpfY10Iz0LvThKl18g86YfHkqKo-fp_zH1R0uclf4exJw8L8E5_UehOuMIPjVt9WOXa/s320/079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424211418081266" /></a><br />Sweet dreams, Jackson<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQRmMhGBgOBMZVU4lWTKLlKC7GW2RZyxI5FzM_Xgd7NkswXvI-3UFS8FIfFf0_uJ6nJ2JgRb-jmWvs8pWbYGlQ_vu74te5-8FqSZQ0YXzenAdmU8SLvHjerdmYKrxIMKz0wK7BNjz1IXx/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQRmMhGBgOBMZVU4lWTKLlKC7GW2RZyxI5FzM_Xgd7NkswXvI-3UFS8FIfFf0_uJ6nJ2JgRb-jmWvs8pWbYGlQ_vu74te5-8FqSZQ0YXzenAdmU8SLvHjerdmYKrxIMKz0wK7BNjz1IXx/s320/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424211712846402" /></a><br />Thinking in his sleep<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TlAKYLJ5d9OOtXYaErps7bnb4BJvEDCTuEXMElccWqYk_jxPC-fIt75_jAqW17821tbJ0kJwXxrv4pHZ5NlYMoBWF-6hI1rUQgvMGIxCYYfH2txVHFn9qeqswkLZzzQHXhRybG1-JodG/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TlAKYLJ5d9OOtXYaErps7bnb4BJvEDCTuEXMElccWqYk_jxPC-fIt75_jAqW17821tbJ0kJwXxrv4pHZ5NlYMoBWF-6hI1rUQgvMGIxCYYfH2txVHFn9qeqswkLZzzQHXhRybG1-JodG/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424212423634898" /></a><br />Really relaxed nap<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMosIWZuKmk74a-i_yboBMnJmmLa-EdsLGtje4TRRQ4BGuwd1nvmLcjqmV1mF2EZ1I0OYrWW4Zxdiz4R0gF4d6xmxNkoiqKfC406ygGG2NStk2AG9mk1uHRfNQwidU1JZs5w0xctAx6R3/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMosIWZuKmk74a-i_yboBMnJmmLa-EdsLGtje4TRRQ4BGuwd1nvmLcjqmV1mF2EZ1I0OYrWW4Zxdiz4R0gF4d6xmxNkoiqKfC406ygGG2NStk2AG9mk1uHRfNQwidU1JZs5w0xctAx6R3/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424202785141778" /></a><br />With Daddy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3HWxdmUnAPLktj5BbvUWAGtdFNlkNJ0o2keQmX0SkLn1ryqbldFvkDwX7PcX57-6Tqiqm7X-neJpcXkbxzL2_xvBkHff61UczxH7EW8_i0bOouL4XHJX5atYsrIpoSZhrlotOP6Mqej_/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3HWxdmUnAPLktj5BbvUWAGtdFNlkNJ0o2keQmX0SkLn1ryqbldFvkDwX7PcX57-6Tqiqm7X-neJpcXkbxzL2_xvBkHff61UczxH7EW8_i0bOouL4XHJX5atYsrIpoSZhrlotOP6Mqej_/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424197261270178" /></a>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-4279105953086050212009-03-23T09:17:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:37:46.751-07:00One week laterDear Jackson,<br /><br />It has been one week since Daddy and I brought you home from the hospital. I knew we would love and adore you, but I had no idea just how much until you were really here. This past week has been one heck of a ride! We've had to figure out your cries, quirks, what you like and don't like. We've adjusted to life with a little less sleep than we had been used to. But everything has been more than worth it! We are so happy and thrilled that you are here and have completed our family. Daddy has been spending as much time as possible with you, because he has to leave next weekend to go back to Kuwait for his job with the National Guard. He has taken sooo many pictures of you to take back with him. It is going to be so hard for Daddy to leave you for the next several months, but Mommy will be sending him lots of pictures so that he can watch you change and grow. <br /><br />You are a very special little boy who is loved tremendously by your family. As you grow, you will know just how precious you are, not only to Mommy & Daddy, but to everyone else in the family: Nana & Papa, your cousins, Uncle Scott & Charity, and Grandma Patti. <br /><br />Love you always,<br />MommyChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-73552334374991787212009-03-23T09:02:00.001-07:002009-03-23T09:17:11.429-07:00Introducing Jackson James-Robert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRR14qyb__dzJLPUTwwPDfuzPIR5JGPS1Jkdjy34cwprn-JJUh5eGO3fJY0jg7rXzEr5ZVURRVWDcWiFGCNDe-TPpoMJ2euiCcrTHn89p_mg1nDzt6BUmXwJZ0W93p55QZPSn3MSIhUZBm/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRR14qyb__dzJLPUTwwPDfuzPIR5JGPS1Jkdjy34cwprn-JJUh5eGO3fJY0jg7rXzEr5ZVURRVWDcWiFGCNDe-TPpoMJ2euiCcrTHn89p_mg1nDzt6BUmXwJZ0W93p55QZPSn3MSIhUZBm/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414302902403314" /></a><br /><br />Jackson James-Robert was born at 5:29am on Saturday, March 14, 2009. He weighed 7lbs, 11 oz, and was 17 inches long. Daddy was still in Kuwait waiting on a flight to get home, but he called several times during the night to check in. He called just after the doctor cut the umbilical cord and was on the phone with Nana to hear Jackson's first cries. Since he couldn't be there in person for the birth, it was the next best thing, and we feel very blessed that Daddy called at just the right time for that. Daddy's emergency leave was pushed through, and he flew in and arrived the next day. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8JgbmcLoPxjsgs9vI12lTkh4j9U0_wS4fexY-ugMW_2u1yBDY9ukkYPGa4yFOODjrDeT8-TG72TkLA7t5bhLRj69ctV9zG-_3yWD7ACYbjH1SqttmbDjWHOZXnkzPeUZT1J2Fb4FB58s/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8JgbmcLoPxjsgs9vI12lTkh4j9U0_wS4fexY-ugMW_2u1yBDY9ukkYPGa4yFOODjrDeT8-TG72TkLA7t5bhLRj69ctV9zG-_3yWD7ACYbjH1SqttmbDjWHOZXnkzPeUZT1J2Fb4FB58s/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316415323093086882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEironJp-EUrVw61NaHP-QcR8ZgDi55oi6trzKycGQQTQNps3ikwLpSY9fVLgDxoDBqSqoDboSQnf-btZzdm_iyhNoLjf21-ZGfVZBcaQ7k3nTTn5P6x9GTikImNYFPS-YJrizqrYG8OCbHL/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiKC1TjZX8JCexQ7VL5a4ekrgp6fhUYrm8GuRzqvy5vdiPI_JhyhCVz9ohOivJ5UVyw9JZ9Zyr408NWK3yyMYPsPuR-r04DRj_8LhJbuuk886LRstTXp97hBANOtLIBhiBMrrn0eJun3M/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417792854557442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhij3WMDvIaGVp6PpCohELf68Me1kE_yhD6HdoMon5R5LohP33ET4jTWD3goHw9x7ePzn3Fb5MNSUykylAEfO0DoKoCEIuk3Q-Neb8V_6DHqS6XJfo3FNyO5oJ_4DfxbNhlWll8o4AnJLbl/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhij3WMDvIaGVp6PpCohELf68Me1kE_yhD6HdoMon5R5LohP33ET4jTWD3goHw9x7ePzn3Fb5MNSUykylAEfO0DoKoCEIuk3Q-Neb8V_6DHqS6XJfo3FNyO5oJ_4DfxbNhlWll8o4AnJLbl/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417793552794274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWi1fyXEfx-q0Eobbhsdq7YN1Xz8MBjIguP2iB9fkH0i1c3SXh7FLuq1A62Y1TxX1lumcNJGmUK5gttzGMRoQ72br1J4b3xBpkuHV19uni-VgSXsC9XaeAuQI7lu6QBgPKTRpftFTRPfT/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWi1fyXEfx-q0Eobbhsdq7YN1Xz8MBjIguP2iB9fkH0i1c3SXh7FLuq1A62Y1TxX1lumcNJGmUK5gttzGMRoQ72br1J4b3xBpkuHV19uni-VgSXsC9XaeAuQI7lu6QBgPKTRpftFTRPfT/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417789159501458" /></a>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-29463872921249226452009-02-23T09:19:00.000-08:002009-02-23T09:35:39.158-08:00Mommy's Baby ShowerThe ladies from church threw a baby shower for Mommy yesterday. It was very nice, and lots of people were there to see Mommy and they brought all kinds of neat stuff for me! Mommy nd her friend Cindy have known each other since high school. Cindy makes cakes, and she always does a good job on them, but Mommy was blown away by the cake Cindy made for me. Here, see for yourself:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwMJf4mMkhO5JkuTQJD5QV71KHwQ0_TKyflE335nwhjDqruV1Kz0MZ6gwStcxWmdcHj4YUQ6bTnTmu77Ws7XJOcSMDV4MJY0_4qRm1IwGI2NmzfU6rAjW1OZlVuAT4FJvC5vSQapzPOhH/s1600-h/HPIM1297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwMJf4mMkhO5JkuTQJD5QV71KHwQ0_TKyflE335nwhjDqruV1Kz0MZ6gwStcxWmdcHj4YUQ6bTnTmu77Ws7XJOcSMDV4MJY0_4qRm1IwGI2NmzfU6rAjW1OZlVuAT4FJvC5vSQapzPOhH/s320/HPIM1297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306045786532559890" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5onaTTTZOa0L-e3LChFGPA1ta27XLikSxqi4Vy4jpql-Q98EalimdnZTpewmfOPf78rRhaF3Z0zVvjCfs7cXsOPSmWgMOhz6WYofOUNP5Id1UpN3xsvA_eDtgEpMXmM-qonHGHDOZnkO/s1600-h/HPIM1299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5onaTTTZOa0L-e3LChFGPA1ta27XLikSxqi4Vy4jpql-Q98EalimdnZTpewmfOPf78rRhaF3Z0zVvjCfs7cXsOPSmWgMOhz6WYofOUNP5Id1UpN3xsvA_eDtgEpMXmM-qonHGHDOZnkO/s320/HPIM1299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306046022538177410" /></a><br /><br />She did an awesome job of adding in the animals from the rainforest stuff that decorates my room. Here's a picture of Mommy holding the cake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz9Zmk7SEVb-KJmKAg-F3lI-71TQ4Mez659vhKPbIABZf4Va5xfEXYSBiCu9kj9sgh-HpR1a7uyx9VVYh3YoPp7lWFx-VP-7N9uL0zwUq8LyjEdL2C4FttbI-lPFeaEpcGxmJAkmIBHwi/s1600-h/HPIM1309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz9Zmk7SEVb-KJmKAg-F3lI-71TQ4Mez659vhKPbIABZf4Va5xfEXYSBiCu9kj9sgh-HpR1a7uyx9VVYh3YoPp7lWFx-VP-7N9uL0zwUq8LyjEdL2C4FttbI-lPFeaEpcGxmJAkmIBHwi/s320/HPIM1309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306046772781527666" /></a><br /><br />Lots of people got clothes for me that had a camo background. Daddy should like those. Since the shower, there are only a few things left that Mommy and Daddy will need to get for me, so they are very thankful for all the gifts that were bought. Mommy took a break from washing all my new clothes and putting things away to update my blog, but now she's gotta get back to her to do. We're down to less than a month before I arrive!Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-53798285007229529172009-02-18T20:01:00.000-08:002009-02-18T20:13:49.173-08:00We lost two weeks!Mommy went to see the ultrasound lady and the doctor today. The ultrasound showed that I'm pretty cramped up without a lot of room to move. (Like Mommy didn't realize that already!!) After he looked at the measurements, Mommy's doctor not only decided to move her due date, but he also decided to schedule a c section. My birthday will be March 20, the first day of Spring, 2009! Mommy's excited, but also a little panicked. She thought she had 6 more weeks to get ready for me, but with the doctor scheduling my birthday, she now only has 4 weeks left! Daddy's leave isn't supposed to start until a few days after my birthday. They talked about it, and even though they both want him there, they will leave it as it is. That way, Daddy won't have to sit around the hospital for 3 or 4 days, and we can spend all of the time of his leave together at home, as a family. Mommy promised Daddy that TONS of pictures will be taken in the few days before he is able to be there. (Though I am pretty sure that was gonna happen regardless.) Mommy's friends and family will be giving her a baby shower this weekend, so after that she'll be able to see what still needs to be bought to get ready for me. The carpet in my room was cleaned today, and the rest of the house will be done later, so that's one thing Mommy can mark off of her "to do" list. I think she's kind of wishing for a fairy godmother to come in with a wand and "poof" the other things done, but I don't see that happening. Mommy added a countdown to the top of my page, so you can keep track of how much longer until I make my grand debut if you want.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-87873542488988241662009-01-06T22:25:00.000-08:002009-01-06T22:35:32.061-08:00Nursery PicsSome of Mommy's friends have asked for pics of the nursery, and then while she was taking them, she realized that Daddy hasn't seen it since the work was done either. It's still in progress, but here's what it looks like so far.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVDKSkNHyOR7_yVI24N6SVRxEMsWxKo6aBW5Ka-zY9NKCGtfRZUMTMi9wbACChmLwdtPhyqB12i7fIigEPfVp8SF7BnA89axlZo5EAV2dWr7b_Pg8wd3EH9vKvoTkhUvolW6pUpWRh3TZ/s1600-h/HPIM1273.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVDKSkNHyOR7_yVI24N6SVRxEMsWxKo6aBW5Ka-zY9NKCGtfRZUMTMi9wbACChmLwdtPhyqB12i7fIigEPfVp8SF7BnA89axlZo5EAV2dWr7b_Pg8wd3EH9vKvoTkhUvolW6pUpWRh3TZ/s320/HPIM1273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288434866062194626" /></a><br />That's the comforter for the crib draped over the rocking chair.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSjErMHXnelDCMyLLpFUZamY5ciLXjTfMiVe8p-i4Hm2k2TRCMsOHxvFig_qEuS34ycjKxgXc6fb_ecHUOwtLTGuhRyFFOckrkWG5NdxzJqyGT2mRvxTFADw_qZWMavDhjNQR5wVVt1Yi/s1600-h/HPIM1274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSjErMHXnelDCMyLLpFUZamY5ciLXjTfMiVe8p-i4Hm2k2TRCMsOHxvFig_qEuS34ycjKxgXc6fb_ecHUOwtLTGuhRyFFOckrkWG5NdxzJqyGT2mRvxTFADw_qZWMavDhjNQR5wVVt1Yi/s320/HPIM1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435172997466994" /></a><br />My name on the wall! So far that's the only wall decoration, but Mommy wants to get some other things that match the rainforest theme and add those too. The bassinet is where my crib will go.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFK-3-XSYEbJwwUvK1HgZkm7w0jRRtwhuX-Cg3aMNjJiY6MIaWDtN8h5VX66WREyh64qiEVjy_Tt29aixpnTtCQKa60ipoxKD5QCkT9zt69KDatCdhs9xs9SYLlLNk1wjzNq9Vam1mXuqu/s1600-h/HPIM1276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFK-3-XSYEbJwwUvK1HgZkm7w0jRRtwhuX-Cg3aMNjJiY6MIaWDtN8h5VX66WREyh64qiEVjy_Tt29aixpnTtCQKa60ipoxKD5QCkT9zt69KDatCdhs9xs9SYLlLNk1wjzNq9Vam1mXuqu/s320/HPIM1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288435715749377986" /></a><br />My swing and bouncer seat.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX9w4nq2492gMszbjZ79fmEAeJ4xw0baBAHfxroyFKSRXGcwbqBGUrraI9SNVFGuPHW12uPx6gJjHVmYk3qoJhqMV4zfCqF-bRG0dbPNd93CZ311tqGJaa7Qbb3r2BDMxxLDdwA-6t-Ca/s1600-h/HPIM1278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX9w4nq2492gMszbjZ79fmEAeJ4xw0baBAHfxroyFKSRXGcwbqBGUrraI9SNVFGuPHW12uPx6gJjHVmYk3qoJhqMV4zfCqF-bRG0dbPNd93CZ311tqGJaa7Qbb3r2BDMxxLDdwA-6t-Ca/s320/HPIM1278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288436055282029042" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lEIpizeIr-NUhqp1F1ViqvGQURpFAkTLlr55KQQLRT9tRi3gHHnmTq38-xvX9bT3my2YUaPnOHMn2ux1K4f69oby1B9FghZbdPMzuusi4aXAo18SOCgL58R9d9vtxwPBa_QPgR5mev7z/s1600-h/HPIM1275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lEIpizeIr-NUhqp1F1ViqvGQURpFAkTLlr55KQQLRT9tRi3gHHnmTq38-xvX9bT3my2YUaPnOHMn2ux1K4f69oby1B9FghZbdPMzuusi4aXAo18SOCgL58R9d9vtxwPBa_QPgR5mev7z/s320/HPIM1275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288436299234821682" /></a><br /><br />Those are close ups of the curtains and comforter. There is still some work to be done. the ceiling fan needs to be changed, and we need a new door for the room, plus the extra stuff Mommy wants to add for decorations. But that's it so far. Hope you enjoyed your peek into my room!Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-92084926036555162982008-12-07T21:42:00.001-08:002008-12-07T21:51:29.581-08:00What a nice surprise!!Yesterday, my Nana came over to the house to finish up any paint touch ups that needed to be done. After she was done, she and Mommy looked it over and decided the painting was finished! When they started painting, my dresser and a big bookcase were moved into the middle of the room to get them out of the way. Mommy bought new blinds and curtain rods a few weeks ago, and they were just waiting on all the painting to be done and dry to put them up. Mommy went to church this morning, and while she was on her way home, Daddy called. (He's doing fine, by the way.) When Mommy got home she was still talking to him and she didn't notice as she pulled in the driveway that the new blinds were up on the windows to my room. It was only after she had been home almost an hour that she noticed that the blinds and curtain rods were up, the closet shelf and rod had been put back, and the shelf and dresser had been moved to where the needed to be. Boy, my Nana and Papa sure can be sneaky!! Mommy was pretty excited though. She had lots of clothes given to her for me and she's had them washed and ready to put away, but with the painting and everything moved around, she didn't have anywhere to put them. She was finally able to get the clothes put away today. And, she's happy that she can start putting stuff away in my room and getting it all nice and cozy for when I arrive.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-2177466803845064262008-12-03T11:17:00.000-08:002008-12-03T11:24:56.602-08:00Latest appointmentMommy went to the doctor yesterday. Everything is fine, but I did give Mommy a little bit of anxiety for a few minutes. The doctor was trying to listen to my heartbeat and I thought it would be a good time to play hide and seek. I finally got still long enough for it to be heard, and everything is good. Mommy was given another round of antibiotics. She has a sinus infection that was bordering on becoming bronchitis. She took a round of antibiotics a couple of weeks ago. They helped, but didn't knock out all of the infection. So hopefully this round will do its magic and get rid of all the yucky stuff so Mommy can stop coughing and get some sleep at night. <br /><br />Nana & Papa came over and got my room painted the day after Thanksgiving. There are a couple of places that need to be touched up and then they can start getting furniture moved in and set up. Mommy can't wait to get all the cute stuff put up. She's gonna take some pictures as she goes along and share them here.<br /><br />That's all my update for now.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-86957704822343794142008-11-11T19:22:00.000-08:002008-11-12T10:04:39.899-08:00Ultrasound PicsMommy had her ultrasound today. Everything with me looks great. I was pretty active during the whole thing. Mommy was amazed at how clear some of the images were. They even got a pic of me in mid-wave!! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrxz3Khfxc0J5ITngjWj6ipBcRAfC0SL8LHCcocq_jMKby_HiC9rFSEPS2G6p89_58dCRNr7p6ECtGf_9z4cyS1iBC_OqiijQvrVWHTVYaFkNgoyOoNXkKdm739-dxScfj6fkFiSZVUCo/s1600-h/hi+us.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrxz3Khfxc0J5ITngjWj6ipBcRAfC0SL8LHCcocq_jMKby_HiC9rFSEPS2G6p89_58dCRNr7p6ECtGf_9z4cyS1iBC_OqiijQvrVWHTVYaFkNgoyOoNXkKdm739-dxScfj6fkFiSZVUCo/s320/hi+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267608732094829954" /></a><br /><br />The ultrasound tech added in a message to Daddy on that one. Here's one that shows my face. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKX1XxiVFxA1BM478bHMsBjJE00P2vxv9H2GLmMIYGBAunepxwpgskRv5wryUh86XGZZBclDSA85ivkzkPI1Idfa5NyEkUR9q0X_iSeKQJs52OFiiIjH8uAq6U2xufrFWA9Ql_4Vaon9_t/s1600-h/face+us.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKX1XxiVFxA1BM478bHMsBjJE00P2vxv9H2GLmMIYGBAunepxwpgskRv5wryUh86XGZZBclDSA85ivkzkPI1Idfa5NyEkUR9q0X_iSeKQJs52OFiiIjH8uAq6U2xufrFWA9Ql_4Vaon9_t/s320/face+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267609303983510130" /></a><br /><br />And finally, my profile.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxk6B3LgWoQVUL8c3kUiZiQidas3dIgIVFY94EoCnn6VknfoG2JQISL-cvfwC-dzQfYlo_dUq18YqPGSYBBdXkv4a3hFgIAkZHxHfOVdhDhl9L3WHVhl6hkxE5-SbVsdl1xR8FzImFrjFy/s1600-h/profile+us.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxk6B3LgWoQVUL8c3kUiZiQidas3dIgIVFY94EoCnn6VknfoG2JQISL-cvfwC-dzQfYlo_dUq18YqPGSYBBdXkv4a3hFgIAkZHxHfOVdhDhl9L3WHVhl6hkxE5-SbVsdl1xR8FzImFrjFy/s320/profile+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267609670837249810" /></a><br /><br />Mommy, Daddy and several of their friends thought I might be a girl. Ha! I proved them wrong. The ultrasound showed I'm a boy! (they need to work on this whole "parent's intuition" thing, I think.) The tech said that right now I weigh about 13 ounces. Give or take one or two to err on the side of caution. All of my organs and body functions seem to be doing well. Now Mommy & Daddy just have to be patient and wait another 20 weeks or so for me to make my arrival. That's ok, though. The to-do list before I get here is still pretty long.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-33832667404595881192008-10-31T07:20:00.000-07:002008-10-31T07:29:54.370-07:00UpdateMommy is almost finished with her 18th week, which means I'm almost halfway to making my debut! While Daddy was home last week, we went back to the doctor. He said everything still looks good. Daddy got to hear my heartbeat during the appointment. He was pretty speechless about it. Which, for Daddy, is RARE! While he was home, they went and did some window shopping to decide which kind of things they want for me. Mommy did most of the deciding...Daddy pretty much just said things like "yes, that looks good." and "That one is fine with me." They found a really cute Rain Forest design and decided to use that for a lot of the big stuff. Before he left to go back to his job in the Army, Daddy told me to be good and that it would be nice if I could do my part to help keep Mommy from feeling sick. I'm doing my best, but sometimes she still gets sick. Mommy has her ultrasound scheduled for November 11. That's Veteran's Day! Since Daddy's in the Army and all, Mommy thinks thats a good sign that it will show that everything with me is progressing as it should. She also is hoping that I won't be too shy and I'll show the ultrasound tech enough so that they can know if I am a girl or a boy. I haven't made up my mind yet if I will cooperate or not. Hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-74407850909818473932008-10-01T09:40:00.000-07:002008-10-01T09:49:22.793-07:00A Milestone ReachedDear Munchkin,<br /><br />Yesterday I heard your heartbeat for the very first time. It was an absolutely amazing, wonderful, exciting, and beautiful sound. It was a breath-taking moment. I was sooooo excited to hear it and get further proof that you are growing and doing well. I only wish that Daddy had been there to hear it, too. But I told him all about it on the phone, and he was just as excited as I was. The Army is letting him come home for a few days later this month, and he'll be able to go to my next appointment with me. I can't wait for him to hear it for himself. We are both so excited about you and can't wait until you are really here for us to cuddle and hold. You are already an incredibly loved baby. <br /><br />Love you forever,<br />MommyChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169670317626292892.post-17437615391081468152008-09-23T12:00:00.000-07:002008-09-23T12:19:11.732-07:00The basicsIf you are reading this, you probably already know the basics. But for anyone with memory fatigue, I'll give you a quick update. The Munchkin is due to arrive around the first part of April. Yes, we have taken to calling the baby "the Munchkin". (Hey, it's a lot better nickname than some I've heard when referring to babies!) For the time being, we aren't sure if the baby is a boy or a girl. Munchkin is a pretty gender neutral nickname, and I really dislike referring to a baby as "it". Yes, we are going to try to find out the sex of the baby when we can. Are you kidding? I am too much of a planner to not know. Daniel is going to do his best (with the Army's help) to be able to be home in time for the baby's birth. (We hope anyway. This is, after all, my child. And if my impatient/stubborn streak comes through, all bets are off.) I'm going to devote this blog strictly to baby news and updates. Which, will admittedly probably not be updated all too often at first. But once the Munchkin arrives, I am certain that I will be posting here like crazy, and adding more pics than you ever thought possible. So, those are the basics for now. Hope you check back for updates soon. Thanks for reading!Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545463231617123576noreply@blogger.com1