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Bringing the mission field to our home this Christmas....As we have a heart for missions, but cannot travel overseas for a mission trip we will bring the mission into the family and local church. <br /><br />Lord willing we will be bringing children from Latvia to our ranch this Christmas and they will be part of the Ryan clan for a period of time.<br /><br />We agree to help cover the cost of airfare and other incidentals and provide these children with an intimate view into life inside a family. As a family we will be working on raising money for the cost of hosting these children. Any donation is a tax write off. Our Goal is $2,500 by the end of November. <br /><br /> Being included as a member of our family and receiving unconditional love will give these orphans HOPE for a better future. Most of these orphans just crave to sit down at dinner with a family. Learning they do have a Father, a heavenly Father gives an orphan the promise they are never alone. Many orphans have never heard of Jesus, or had the opportunity to be mentored. We will be introducing the bible into the orphan’s life by providing one in their own language and using a variety of resources to share the gospel message with them. Reaching these children while their hearts are more likely still open to hearing the message. To orphans, the idea that they are being chosen to visit America is a huge boost to their self-esteem and self-worth. To be “chosen” is in itself a gift. Once here, being treated as equal members of the family is pouring into them the message that they have value, created in the image of God, created for a reason. Many orphans have no concept of prayer. We feel it's important for them to learn that prayer can be done anywhere and they can pray no matter where they find themselves. We hope this is instrumental to instilling hope into their lives as an orphan. We will be praying for them and hope you will join in prayer with us.<br /><br /><br /><br /> Good memories are few and far between for orphans. Participating in activities and taking trips with our family are making good memories for orphans who have none:( Hosting allows orphans to see things they have never seen and likely will never see. We can't wait to bring them along on all the crazy Ryan adventures and are fortunate to share our ranch life with them.. horses and all:). Creative play are also new for most orphans. Additionally, hosting allows older siblings the ability to relax, and be a kid instead of having to be in the protective parental role that they are in the orphanage. Hosting provides a critical opportunity for orphans hoping for permanent adoptive families. Hosting focuses on older orphans, sibling sets and special needs children. These groups of orphans have about a 1% chance at international adoption because most families interested in adoption are interested in babies and toddlers. Hosting highlights these often overlooked children. Once in homes, host families and surrounding friends and family come to realize what we already know… they are just normal children, with the same hopes and dreams as all the others, but without the resources, opportunities and support needed to reach those dreams. We pray we can advocate for these children while they are here. We hope by Hosting it will provide a means of introducing churches to orphan ministry by putting a face and a name with the word “orphan.” No longer simply a word in James 1:27, it often times ignites the church to further orphan ministry. Sometimes, something as simple as meeting and interacting with an “orphan,” will be the catalyst to opening hearts to a focused ministry that supports orphans, whether through sponsorship, mission trips to orphanages, host program or adoption. This will be one way we will be advocating. <br /><br /> We will be adding these children into our homeschool days and helping them with their English language. No matter where you go in the world, being able to speak the English language represents a level of respect. An asset an older orphan could have is the ability to speak the English language fluently. Such ability will typically lead to a better job. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Our own children aren't "ours," they're God's, given to us to train, love and eventually return to Him. In His eyes, they're no different than the 147 million orphans worldwide. And according to scripture, our responsibility to these children is no less. If you would like to help orphans here is your chance to partner with us. We will be posting throughout the journey #orphanhostingatryanranch and would love for you to be apart of what the Lord is doing. Just as our children's lives aren't ours, neither are our own: They're His. We spend years living for ourselves and intricately planning the direction we want "our" lives to go, living as if our money, time and future are truly "ours." Every breath we take... He's temporarily lent us.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> We invite you to walk beside us on the heart wrenching, unpredictable and joyful journey that is orphan hosting. Yes, we're nervous, and like you we have dozens of unanswered questions. Will there be problems? Most likely. Will it rip our hearts out to send them back? Absolutely. Will we ever adopt? Only the Lord knows.. While we don't have the answers, we DO have a faithful God, an amazing Christian family and a community of friends with a Christ-like love for God's children. As we step far, far outside our comfort zone, we're learning more about ourselves, our creator, and the potential each of us wields to change lives forever...following His lead...doing His will.</div>
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Parents are to be teaching their children why they are not of this world, how and why to be spiritually combat that which is of this world, and how and why to put our feet to Biblical beliefs. Teach and train them to defend their faith! We have found that <a href="http://www.a2ndgenerationofhomeschooling.com/2013/02/families-on-mission.html">Abortion mill ministry</a> is by far the best training grounds for this. Supply them with the tools and weapons they will need to face a world that hates God... Equip them to be the warriors God intends them to be!<br />
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Find out how to get started in your city. Check out<a href="http://www.cities4life.org/"> Cities4Life</a> sister site <a href="http://sidewalks4life.com/">Sidewalks4Life</a></div>
Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-19642016967001985682013-05-01T13:16:00.001-07:002013-05-01T13:16:39.862-07:00Cities4Life Hello friends, I know it's been awhile since I've updated my blog. I have been encouraged to start blogging again for many reasons:) My husband and kids asked me to start blogging again. They love to look back at all we do and the memories we make together. Without my blog, I think we would forget a lot of the details of our crazy life;) I have so much to share with you all and miss the friends I've made here! I never realized how much a little blog like this could connect so many lives around the country. Our family has been impacted from people we have met through this little ol' blog. We have made life long friends with many of you. So blessed by you!<br />
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At the beginning of this year I flew back to North Carolina to attend a <a href="http://www.cities4life.org/">Cities4Life</a> event in Charlotte.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Talking homeschool, football and saving babies with Mrs. Pam Tebow at the Cities4Life event in Charlotte! </span></div>
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(total God thing) I started following Lisa over at <a href="http://www.a2ndgenerationofhomeschooling.com/">2nd Generation Homeschooling</a> blog about 4 years ago and was so encouraged by her love for children and her passion for the unborn.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lisa and some of her children. Homeschool Mama to 10!</span></div>
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Those that have followed this blog for awhile know I have been passionate about the the prolife ministry as well. I just really didn't know how or what to do. I would go to the yearly tea's put on by the care centers,bring diapers and things to them when needed and vote prolife. I just knew I had to do more!!!... I saw Lisa post on her blog that she brings her children with her to the sidewalk to minister to those going in to the abortion mills. She made it part of her homeschool. Training them up... I then started bringing mine.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Farrah at age 2. The first couple times we stood on the sidewalk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">She has a heart for the babies... She tells the Mama's going in,"I'm sure your baby is<strong> really</strong> cute there in your belly!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The Lord can use even little 5 year olds.</span></div>
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I didn't really know what I was doing. We would hold a few signs but never really say anything to those going in. I often wondered why we were the only family standing on the sidewalk. Where are the families that attend all these churches in the area? Why aren't we as Christians pleading on behalf of these babies? We can offer them the hope they need, the hope of Jesus Christ but we aren't out here to help? Why? Sure, we would notice people come during the 40days for Life campaigns but when the 40days were over we were back to being the only family out there. I think it's because some people just don't know how to start or what to do.... We need to take the gospel to the darkest corners of the earth.<br />
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I started educating myself more and prayed that the Lord would use our family in some way to help end abortion in our city and across the nation. I talked to my pastor at our new church and he started standing out on the sidewalk with our family. Soon others from our church joined in. <br />
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I saw that Lisa's family was involved with a ministry called <a href="http://www.cities4life.org/">Cities4Life</a>. A gospel centered ministry that exists to engage, strengthen, and support local churches and Christians to proclaim, protect, and provide LIFE for unborn babies in each city across America where abortion exists.<br />
C4L seeks to transform the culture of death brought about by abortion to a culture of LIFE in our cities as we work to mobilize the Body of Christ to speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves. This is accomplished by uniting and supporting grassroots, Gospel-centered ministries, families, and individuals dedicated to proclaiming the love of Jesus Christ and providing tangible support to abortion-minded mothers at local abortion clinics. <br />
Soon other families started joining us from different churches and ministries....<br />
We started working together!!!<br />
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Because abortion is primarily a Gospel issue, this holocaust will only come to an end when gentle Christians begin to <strong><span style="color: red;">actively live out their faith at local abortion clinics in their own cities</span></strong>. As local churches heed this call, C4L will help to mobilize their faith into actionable steps.<br />
We do this by first <a href="http://www.cities4life.org/aboutcities4life?id=2"><span style="color: red;">proclaiming</span></a> the Truth in love<span style="color: red;">, </span><a href="http://www.cities4life.org/aboutcities4life?id=2"><span style="color: red;">praying</span></a> for the end of abortion, <a href="http://www.cities4life.org/aboutcities4life?id=2"><span style="color: red;">providing</span></a> for the needs of these families, and protecting life by encouraging the body of Christ’s involvement in this city.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.cities4life.org/">Cities4Life </a>team had been praying about replicating this ministry model in other cities throughout the nation. Supporting them with strategic <a href="http://www.cities4life.org/">C4L</a> tools, resources, web presence, counseling materials and much more.<br />
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At the end of January my friend Rachele Flores (who I had been doing hands on training under out on the sidewalk of Planned Parenthood, which by the way is the best way to learn...just go!) flew out for the Cities4Life Charlotte event. With much prayer and support we were able to attend this event. Our trip was amazing! God orchestrated the whole thing. I always say that if Rachele wasn't there with me to witness all that happened, nobody would ever believe us. Sitting at dinner with Mark and Lisa Metzger, David and Lori <a href="http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/us/2012/September/Twin-Brothers-Boost-Business-through-Missioneering/">Benham</a> (founder of C4L) along with my friend Rachele Flores we knew the Lord was calling us to bring Cities4Life to So Cal! <br />
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It is now May1st and the Lord continues to amaze me on how he is working through his people. I am blown away! So much has happened since our trip. We are launching the <a href="http://cities4lifesocal.eventbrite.com/#">Cities4Life SoCal Kickoff</a> event on May 10th from 7-9pm in Chino. <br />
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Pastors, churches, families and ministries have been rallying together to make this happen. I am so excited to see what the Lord is doing with Cities4Life. Come see how the Lord can use YOU! <br />
<span style="color: black;"><em>“Cities4Life is more than I expected it to be. They link ministries and organizations together in a way that not only strengthens them individually, but doubles the impact collectively! I am now a raving fan and supporter of Cities4Life and cannot wait to see how God uses this ministry to advance His kingdom!” </em></span><span style="color: black;">- Alex Kendrick</span><br />
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Just popping in for an update! I can't believe summer is over and we are into another season! My babies are all another year older...</div>
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Austin decorated the kitchen like an enchanted forest. We even had Snow White come visit!</div>
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Austin and I spent the day snokerling, biking, hiking, whale watching and much more...just the two of us on Catalina Island! What a great day!</div>
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Austin's Creation Creature business is up and running. He now has a total of 12 reptiles. 11 of which are in the house! :0!!! He does preschool shows, birthday parties and school lessons teaching on creation. </div>
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We have a new home church. A small little church that just started in Jan of 2012. Only about 30 families but we love it and have met some very neat people. Our pastor has become like a papa to our children. Here is Fallon being dedicated:)</div>
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Lemon Love!</div>
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We are 2 weeks into the new school year! So far so good...we take one. day. at. a. time;)</div>
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Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-39930996253023857732012-08-10T20:37:00.000-07:002012-08-15T09:55:31.836-07:00Just need to sit down, relax and unwind...Thank the Lord it's Friday and my house is clean...for a minute! My bathtubs will soon have a heavy ring of brown around them again after the boys get home from football practice. Football season is in full swing as we have both boys playing and the two older girls cheering. The boys just made it through hell week and the draft for the teams were yesterday. <br />
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I just found out that Austin's instructor at his flight school and a fellow student crashed this morning. They are both ok but thanking the Lord Austin didn't schedule his flight this morning after all. I'm still shaking as I type. Austin says I'm overreacting and went online to schedule his next flight for Monday. I'm not sure I like this but he said, "Mom, why are you so afraid if you really trust the Lord and know where your going anyway." Then he seriously quoted Stonewall Jackson to me...“My religious beliefs teach me to feel as safe in<strike> battle</strike> air as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death. I do not concern myself with that, but to be always ready whenever it may overtake me. That is the way all men should live, and all men would be equally brave.” Stonewall Jackson. Ugh, he's right but still for this mama it's hard! Between football and flying, I'm a nervous wreck! I'm really trying to talk him into golf or tennis. I've been having him watch swimming in the Olympics and trying to encourage him in that..nope not my child:( If he wasn't playing football or flying, I'm sure he would be street luging or bull riding. Actually, he's really into reptiles. He started his own business called, "Creation Creatures" he has many different reptiles and loves to do shows for preschools or birthday parties. In fact my sweet house cleaner Maria about freaked out today because his Iguana was loose and jumped at her. Poor thing, she hates cleaning the boys room as the tarantula and snake along with other creatures are in there. Poor Maria!<br />
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It's been a busy 2 weeks since I last blogged. We celebrated Finley's 4th birthday. Austin turned the kitchen into an enchanted forest and Snow White even showed up. The cake that the birthday girl requested didn't turn out like I had planned but I tried and Finley was happy I <i> made her cake:) I'll post pictures of the party later. </i><br />
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I heard Farrah and Finley talking the other night about who their best friends are. <br />
Finley said, "Fawah who's your best friend?" Farrah said, "Jesus, because he died for me." Then Finley said so sweet , "Oh, Grandma Arta is mine because she died for me." I couldn't help but just want to go in there and hug them both! Grandma Arta passed away a few months ago. It was hard on us but really hard on the kids as this was the first death in the family where they were old enough to remember. <br />
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My husband was able to get my sisters and I 2nd row tickets to see Wynonna. Growing up my sisters and I would sing the Judd's. Wynonna has been my favorite singer since I was a little girl. I love her deep masculine power in her voice, yet it's so feminine at the same time. Brought back great memories for us girls♥ and we're even more convinced she's Elvis' daughter;)My sisters and I don't always get along but there is something that will always bring us together and that is some Wynonna and babies! My sister, Brianna announced she is having baby #3. I am so excited for her!<br />
We had so much fun together! We really needed that!<br />
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I don't have much time tonight to post any pictures but I wanted to get on and just give a little update. Also to announce the winner for the <a href="http://indoctrinationmovie.com/">Indoctrination movie</a>. Congrats <a href="http://justsimplylive/">JustSimplyLive</a> please email me your info so I can have Jen over at <a href="http://www.mommyevangelism.com/">Mommy Evangelism</a> get that right out to you. It's a movie full of information that I would love everyone to at least check out. With all the back to school I must say I get a little mommy guilt. I have for the last 6 years then it goes away. I start thinking if I'm doing the right thing and if my kids are missing out. Farrah will be starting K this year and is my social one. She loves making friends. I was thinking the other day poor Farrah won't make her first day of Kinder like all her little friends but it didn't last long when she tells me she's glad I'm her teacher. This time is so short and I'm glad I can spend it with her. I know that I will do all I can to raise her the way the Lord would have me and to make sure she has the best childhood ever:) I will have no regrets and either will she. I decided to take the kids not <not> back to school shopping and throw a not <not>back to school party. Why shouldn't we make it special too?!Celebrate the fact that we get to make our own schedules and sleep in if we choose:) I loved this <a href="http://www.generationcedar.com/main/2012/08/to-my-christian-friends-family-who-have-chosen-public-school-things-i-need-you-to-know.html">post</a> about back to school from one of my favorite blogs. Kelly over at <a href="http://www.generationcedar.com/main/2012/08/to-my-christian-friends-family-who-have-chosen-public-school-things-i-need-you-to-know.html">Generation Cedar</a> has ministered to me a lot over the last couple years. This post is convicting but she writes with such love and an open heart. I hope you all have a great weekend!</not></not><br />
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<br />Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-66925780590302324712012-07-27T22:04:00.001-07:002012-08-02T11:39:18.684-07:00I'm back...(with a GIVEAWAY)<div style="text-align: center;">
Well hello! Is anyone still there?:)</div>
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I'm back by popular demand;) Not really, but I did get some of your emails and I'm still working on responding to some. I have been wanting to jump back into blogging. So here I am! What can I say, I miss you all! I'm excited for some new opportunities and to be able to offer some giveaways to you as well! I also miss documenting everything going on here in the Ryan household! I think last I left off was around Christmas time.<br />
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I'll try and catch up with a quick post and highlight on a couple things.</div>
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We are still known as the Dozen Couzin's. Actually, I just made that up! ha! Cute though, huh! My sister's boys are blocked out as we are not allowed to show their cute faces on the Internet just yet. Believe me they are A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E!!! </div>
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Here's an updated picture of Fallon! Can you believe she's 11months?! She is such a doll. Her hair went from jet black when she was born to blonde now. You can see in the cousin picture how dark it is...Here she is on 4th of July with blonde and some black tips. We did cut her mullet off but not all the black tips yet. The kids think the black tips look cool:) She's is so fun and full of personality! </div>
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Here's another updated family picture from Farrah and Finley's dance recital. Look how tall Austin is!!! We are neck and neck! He will be 13 next month and I'm sure by then he will have passed me up! </div>
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We were actually announcing chickens!<br />
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Early one morning I got up before the kids, which I try to do most days. I heard chirps coming from Austin's homemade ice chest incubator. I really didn't think he would actually be able to hatch chickens from an old ice chest! I wasn't loosing my mind, there WAS chirping and shaking going on inside that ice box! After weeks of turning the eggs 3 times a day and watching the temperature and humanity closely it was actually really happening! I couldn't wait to go wake up the kids to tell them, "it's time!"</div>
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Here's the kids watching the chickens hatch! We learned so much and now have 4 little chickens in our coop outside. We lost a few and some turned out to be roosters so we had to give them away but we have 4 little omelet makers running around. So fun! </div>
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Wouldn't we look perfect on a farm?:) </div>
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This was from Farrah's 5th birthday party! She wanted a cowgirl party with her own pony. So we got her two ponies but told her she couldn't keep them...maybe one day. </div>
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Since Fallon was asleep on my back here's a picture of her sporting her cowgirl boots!<br />
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Here's Faith's 11th birthday party! Duct tape fashion show...<br />
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Her friends came over and they designed their own outfits out of duct tape. They turned out so cute. They wore them out to eat so they could show off their creativity and then came home for a fashion show.<br />
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Landen turned 7 and all this strange child wanted to do was have a "morph day." He wore his morph suit around and just had a blast being silly. Yes, they are all unique and different! :) He really is so fun---ny! </div>
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<br /></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-92232322967929408202012-02-29T16:06:00.000-08:002012-02-29T16:06:28.622-08:006 months!<div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCNG-Wfp5q8/T06wdHzURKI/AAAAAAAANtk/XWJvxA1-H2g/s1600/fallon%2B6%2Bmonths.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714698991536719010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCNG-Wfp5q8/T06wdHzURKI/AAAAAAAANtk/XWJvxA1-H2g/s400/fallon%2B6%2Bmonths.jpg" /></a>Hi friends!</div><div align="center">Seems like we went from newborn pictures to 6 month pictures!!!!</div><div align="center">How did that happen?!</div><div align="center">Fallon is growing up before my very eyes....<br />actually, they all are!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tiz0JtZ5cRQ/T061nRJmomI/AAAAAAAANuI/OhO40YHVIIM/s1600/382671_2814279368941_1617527591_2557133_2139806337_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 211px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714704663402947170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tiz0JtZ5cRQ/T061nRJmomI/AAAAAAAANuI/OhO40YHVIIM/s400/382671_2814279368941_1617527591_2557133_2139806337_n.jpg" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Our whole world revolves around Fallon lately. We are all obsessed over her! </div><div align="center">I know, I've been horrible about updating this blog. Just trying to find the time to do it seems impossible in this season of life. So, I guess I'll pop in when I get a minute. </div><div align="center">Just a little of an update on the rest of the family:</div><div align="center">Daddy: working hard on expanding the family business.</div><div align="center">Me: busy doing a million things at one time:) always dreaming up something new:)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CykvyrJYx9Q/T0617RnfwFI/AAAAAAAANuU/haq7A10X2Iw/s1600/424889_3146720079751_1617527591_2667355_838351197_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 157px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714705007125708882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CykvyrJYx9Q/T0617RnfwFI/AAAAAAAANuU/haq7A10X2Iw/s400/424889_3146720079751_1617527591_2667355_838351197_n.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Austin: Started taking pilot lessons. eek!</div><div align="center">Faith: Starting a blog called, "Good Luck Fallon" should be funny, full of family videos. She documents everything with her camera:) I'll share the link when it's up and running:)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdsH7vUnTIs/T064Qggcx_I/AAAAAAAANus/ClMjPrVo3ig/s1600/good%2Bluck%2Bfallon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 259px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714707570923194354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XdsH7vUnTIs/T064Qggcx_I/AAAAAAAANus/ClMjPrVo3ig/s400/good%2Bluck%2Bfallon.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa2_lXndCzQ/T065pUHsGeI/AAAAAAAANvc/GlFcD08mKnc/s1600/landen%2Bupside%2Bdown%2Baimee.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 292px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714709096606472674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa2_lXndCzQ/T065pUHsGeI/AAAAAAAANvc/GlFcD08mKnc/s400/landen%2Bupside%2Bdown%2Baimee.png" /></a><br />Landen: Is reading very well and taking gymnastics to get rid of all that energy!<br /><div href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZfedmW5bkk/T060HIhj1wI/AAAAAAAANtw/RDpTdQ6pNhs/s1600/landen%2Bupside%2Bdown%2Baimee.png" a=""><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB6pJGNOqss/T067Fb71a-I/AAAAAAAANwA/Akf3w27K5HI/s1600/dancegirls4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 352px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714710679252200418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB6pJGNOqss/T067Fb71a-I/AAAAAAAANwA/Akf3w27K5HI/s400/dancegirls4.jpg" /></a><br />Farrah: Still dancing around 24-7!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-M4pXE0p2U/T066nynOlsI/AAAAAAAANv0/fcF7DVP4As4/s1600/finn%2Baimee.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 387px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714710169943709378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-M4pXE0p2U/T066nynOlsI/AAAAAAAANv0/fcF7DVP4As4/s400/finn%2Baimee.png" /></a><br /><br /><div>Finley: Finally was able to join big sister Farrah's dance class and is a great student.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zybjuguEjA/T064_Lz9NlI/AAAAAAAANvE/OtkcIyguSnI/s1600/dancegirls13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 372px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714708372821718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zybjuguEjA/T064_Lz9NlI/AAAAAAAANvE/OtkcIyguSnI/s400/dancegirls13.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BQgSYQic14/T068Ho-C3YI/AAAAAAAANwM/0EWFqhpGtGQ/s1600/hair%2Bfallon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714711816622497154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BQgSYQic14/T068Ho-C3YI/AAAAAAAANwM/0EWFqhpGtGQ/s400/hair%2Bfallon.jpg" /></a>Fallon: Goes along for the ride and is such a happy baby! Enjoys all her attention! She loves being carried around in the Ergo by either Mommy or big brother Austin:)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-58854578991265329392011-12-28T17:21:00.001-08:002011-12-28T17:27:35.608-08:00Christmas Vacation 2011<div><embed height="382" name="FLVPlayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="408" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=ffe30e1370222ffa18f72b" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=ffe30e1370222ffa18f72b&skin_id=1702&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"></embed><div style="font: 12px/20px verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; width: 408px; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 15px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"><a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt5" target="_blank">Make a video - it's fun, easy and free!<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">www.onetruemedia.com</span></a></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-63257247526140124452011-12-17T11:00:00.000-08:002011-12-17T13:02:49.875-08:00<div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7Dgpgdb_N8/TufwEK_GutI/AAAAAAAANck/AAI5UdCyab4/s1600/twins%2Bfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685777009037720274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7Dgpgdb_N8/TufwEK_GutI/AAAAAAAANck/AAI5UdCyab4/s400/twins%2Bfallon.jpg" /></a>Well, I'd have to say #6 looks just like Daddy too! What do you think? I found this picture on my husbands phone and thought it was so funny I just had to post it.</div><div> </div><div>Here's me nursing in the dental chair. I think now, I've nursed just about everywhere! ha! Even with the protective eye wear on. major drilling being done ha.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtoC5GuqutU/TufwDzZKysI/AAAAAAAANcY/MSIGnfSftEE/s1600/untitled.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 378px; height: 378px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685777002704587458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtoC5GuqutU/TufwDzZKysI/AAAAAAAANcY/MSIGnfSftEE/s400/untitled.png" /></a>Landen and I read the book, "It Looked Like Spilt Milk" then went outside and tried to make things out of clouds. This here is an elephant, with his trunk facing up...at least that is what Landen says. See it? He really does have an imagination:)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHXiYT2Wtvw/TufwD0YQt5I/AAAAAAAANcM/13ZQX4suS0o/s1600/clouds3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685777002969216914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHXiYT2Wtvw/TufwD0YQt5I/AAAAAAAANcM/13ZQX4suS0o/s400/clouds3.png" /></a>I could just stare at her all day and night!<br /><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smEuJXL3vMc/TuaDGcQfzeI/AAAAAAAANcA/OuOzfRcRJtk/s1600/sleepbaby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685375726289669602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smEuJXL3vMc/TuaDGcQfzeI/AAAAAAAANcA/OuOzfRcRJtk/s400/sleepbaby.jpg" /></a>I had a special date with Landen. I think one on one is so important. My kids really do enjoy the time alone. The girls have been going with their Daddy and I've been taking the boys.</div><div> </div><div>We shared a milk shake, played "our song" he even got up to dance for me. He opened the door and held my hand. I told him that if I wasn't married to Daddy I'd marry him. He looked at me and said, "I want to marry someone that looks like you, but with make-up always on." He made it very clear that he doesn't like me without make-up. ha!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4I_50hHnUM/TuaDFsaD4cI/AAAAAAAANb0/nrJy57Qy6Cc/s1600/date%2Bwith%2Blt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685375713444880834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4I_50hHnUM/TuaDFsaD4cI/AAAAAAAANb0/nrJy57Qy6Cc/s400/date%2Bwith%2Blt.jpg" /></a>My date with Austin. We actually didn't spend much time together on our date since he left me far behind! We ran the 5k Turkey Trot. Something we do every Thanksgiving. Only time I run. ha! Not really, but I need to run more! I can't just run a 5k all out when I'm not conditioned like I use to. I seriously couldn't walk for 3 days ha! He did very well finishing 69th out of 400.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alOxfOyq_U4/TuaDFvjsjyI/AAAAAAAANbo/szGGKXL05SU/s1600/date%2Bwith%2Baut.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685375714290601762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alOxfOyq_U4/TuaDFvjsjyI/AAAAAAAANbo/szGGKXL05SU/s400/date%2Bwith%2Baut.jpg" /></a>My friend came over and did some newborn pictures for us. I had this great idea of hanging Fallon from a tree....</div><div>didn't work out so well.<br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-D2TuKlNFU/TuZ9Jc_X8UI/AAAAAAAANbc/goYDKGUtHs4/s1600/photoshoot%2Bgone%2Bbad2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685369180956127554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-D2TuKlNFU/TuZ9Jc_X8UI/AAAAAAAANbc/goYDKGUtHs4/s400/photoshoot%2Bgone%2Bbad2.jpg" /></a>She did a great job. Fallon 3weeks!<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEafxTujQYE/TuZ9JO0WFcI/AAAAAAAANbE/-Vfr-bmhjYc/s1600/fallonro4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 280px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685369177151772098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEafxTujQYE/TuZ9JO0WFcI/AAAAAAAANbE/-Vfr-bmhjYc/s400/fallonro4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq_8Wc8VPTs/TuZ8DASOmwI/AAAAAAAANaU/7-OGvOGk-94/s1600/IMG_7622bw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685367970659736322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq_8Wc8VPTs/TuZ8DASOmwI/AAAAAAAANaU/7-OGvOGk-94/s400/IMG_7622bw.jpg" /></a>She had this idea of stacking mattresses but said only if we had enough and was ready to just do normal shots...but when I set my mind to something I will do whatever it takes to make it happen...even if that means hauling 5 kids, a newborn and a very sore Mommy to the store to buy 4 baby mattresses for a picture, I will! ha! THEN...haul 5 kids, a newborn and a sore Mommy back to the store to return them. </div><div> </div><div>Please enjoy this picture at my expense:) and the one on my header:)<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6RJZujxxxw/TuZ8Cz1RuRI/AAAAAAAANaI/Qr0SL5JGXUE/s1600/IMG_7421c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685367967317080338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6RJZujxxxw/TuZ8Cz1RuRI/AAAAAAAANaI/Qr0SL5JGXUE/s400/IMG_7421c.jpg" /></a> backyard...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9jK0mSbFTY/TuZ59mtjGmI/AAAAAAAANZ8/fj3jPZNNmS8/s1600/IMG_7582c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685365678872402530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9jK0mSbFTY/TuZ59mtjGmI/AAAAAAAANZ8/fj3jPZNNmS8/s400/IMG_7582c.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rviFpi2LN34/TuZ59D6jxhI/AAAAAAAANZw/KRZRs4dL4U4/s1600/IMG_7385bw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685365669531731474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rviFpi2LN34/TuZ59D6jxhI/AAAAAAAANZw/KRZRs4dL4U4/s400/IMG_7385bw.jpg" /></a>Fallon's 1st Thanksgiving...<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_QwE0JAMak/TuZ58KzlNRI/AAAAAAAANZk/wsyt-N6cNp0/s1600/393257_2504566466312_1617527591_2427844_1891208634_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685365654201644306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_QwE0JAMak/TuZ58KzlNRI/AAAAAAAANZk/wsyt-N6cNp0/s400/393257_2504566466312_1617527591_2427844_1891208634_n.jpg" /></a>We helped serve at a shelter for Thanksgiving...Here's Austin helping with the Turkey's....<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWSlSLaxT5w/TuZ5745asdI/AAAAAAAANZY/B6YGMCxkWVY/s1600/393484_2505224962774_1617527591_2428185_1959682885_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685365649394282962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nWSlSLaxT5w/TuZ5745asdI/AAAAAAAANZY/B6YGMCxkWVY/s400/393484_2505224962774_1617527591_2428185_1959682885_n.jpg" /></a>Fallon's 1st time on a swing...<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq0YZ_NYSfc/TuZ57-QOl6I/AAAAAAAANZM/zNj-cIxylf4/s1600/386954_2517731475429_1617527591_2433699_1304669590_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685365650832136098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq0YZ_NYSfc/TuZ57-QOl6I/AAAAAAAANZM/zNj-cIxylf4/s400/386954_2517731475429_1617527591_2433699_1304669590_n.jpg" /></a>Me trying to run to prepare for the 5k<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Rgc-OuQ2E/TuZ5AqE7GOI/AAAAAAAANZE/jNQpFHqTrs8/s1600/391715_2421433908050_1617527591_2390963_2127232374_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364631803730146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Rgc-OuQ2E/TuZ5AqE7GOI/AAAAAAAANZE/jNQpFHqTrs8/s400/391715_2421433908050_1617527591_2390963_2127232374_n.jpg" /></a>Funny thing is I locked my keys in the car (ok, not funny) but just as I called my roadside assistance to come unlock it the whistle blew. I was running while talking. The man on the phone said, "you should have a tow truck there in the next 20min to unlock your car, will you be there?" I said," if I can finish a 5k in 20 min I will." It made for good modivation anyway. Thank God Austin made good time!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0e9_-VNBcE0/TuZ5AQZfIrI/AAAAAAAANY0/v-B5Tx82PDU/s1600/386078_2503645923299_1617527591_2427629_2043178594_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364624910656178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0e9_-VNBcE0/TuZ5AQZfIrI/AAAAAAAANY0/v-B5Tx82PDU/s400/386078_2503645923299_1617527591_2427629_2043178594_n.jpg" /></a>Crafts to keep the little ones busy during school...We got a lot of our information on Thanksgiving from the Vision Forum blog. We also got the catalog and I want to order everything for the kids for Christmas in there! Amazing books etc...<br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaguW4dxrrg/TuZ4_2D0LCI/AAAAAAAANYo/B3Jy9dhrVP4/s1600/382847_2501230982927_1617527591_2426969_34378191_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 376px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364617840438306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaguW4dxrrg/TuZ4_2D0LCI/AAAAAAAANYo/B3Jy9dhrVP4/s400/382847_2501230982927_1617527591_2426969_34378191_n.jpg" /></a>Landen's job at the shelter was putting whipped cream on the pumpkin pie. He would smile proud as he helped serve.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg-KWQZ6n84/TuZ4_lFKFMI/AAAAAAAANYY/vF7aIyX9TSs/s1600/382227_2505222802720_1617527591_2428184_558450217_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364613282665666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg-KWQZ6n84/TuZ4_lFKFMI/AAAAAAAANYY/vF7aIyX9TSs/s400/382227_2505222802720_1617527591_2428184_558450217_n.jpg" /></a>I helped do the dishes with these two girls drying. Never too young to serve! Even Fallon played her part of serving by just laying in her carrier. So many lonely people that stopped to look at her. I walked around with her and talked to people as she slept in my arms. Just letting them love on her brought a smile to their face:)<br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7a9RKvE9OMQ/TuZ4_vQVUtI/AAAAAAAANYQ/ZwaEw6BH4Co/s1600/305309_2505205722293_1617527591_2428181_876346752_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364616013894354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7a9RKvE9OMQ/TuZ4_vQVUtI/AAAAAAAANYQ/ZwaEw6BH4Co/s400/305309_2505205722293_1617527591_2428181_876346752_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7M7zRVJHhgg/TuZ4rIX7y6I/AAAAAAAANX4/mGq2UXG4zBI/s1600/378892_2505226602815_1617527591_2428187_1729042521_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364261979409314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7M7zRVJHhgg/TuZ4rIX7y6I/AAAAAAAANX4/mGq2UXG4zBI/s400/378892_2505226602815_1617527591_2428187_1729042521_n.jpg" /></a>So thankful for a hard working husband who loves me despite my craziness and these 6 amazing children we were blessed with! God is so good! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXzO6P8UKto/TuZ4qlCRTII/AAAAAAAANXo/dW_U1_RS_tE/s1600/316784_2504567986350_1617527591_2427845_795298603_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364252493302914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXzO6P8UKto/TuZ4qlCRTII/AAAAAAAANXo/dW_U1_RS_tE/s400/316784_2504567986350_1617527591_2427845_795298603_n.jpg" /></a>Then we went to my sisters to eat....</div><div> </div><div>Fallon: Are these all my relatives?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wres0pFo5cU/TuZ4qpjbBDI/AAAAAAAANXc/VLzZDYsl-X4/s1600/316561_2512992876967_1617527591_2431219_1207157407_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364253706093618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wres0pFo5cU/TuZ4qpjbBDI/AAAAAAAANXc/VLzZDYsl-X4/s400/316561_2512992876967_1617527591_2431219_1207157407_n.jpg" /></a>More of the family serving...<br /><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0pDtj4vpUes/TuZ4qWwK-xI/AAAAAAAANXU/CCJNXCnwsLM/s1600/312884_2505225722793_1617527591_2428186_869560008_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685364248659294994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0pDtj4vpUes/TuZ4qWwK-xI/AAAAAAAANXU/CCJNXCnwsLM/s400/312884_2505225722793_1617527591_2428186_869560008_n.jpg" /></a>We came home and Daddy read some Thanksgiving stories. We read about the Pilgrims and their journey to Scrooby etc. Faith sang a hymn by the fire and we enjoyed hot cider while I cried about being so sore. ha! (note to self: your not young anymore! Must be in shape to run 5k) We finished up the night watching Charlie Brown Thanksgiving!<br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-46094622329217879242011-12-09T13:00:00.000-08:002011-12-09T14:17:20.348-08:00<div><div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><div align="center">I had a dream last night Fallon started walking. I was super sad because she was only 3 months old. I felt like I was getting cheated out of the baby stage. I want her to stay little forever! ha </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I'm just loving this baby stage, I actually love all the different stages in this house:)</div><div align="center">From newborn,toddler,pre-k,early elementary,upper elementary and jr. high!</div><div align="center">They are all so different and learning so much.</div><div align="center">It's busy but never boring. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUce_UPZTY8/TtFKiIrWQeI/AAAAAAAANV0/eIKU514ywTs/s1600/312814_2414552696024_1617527591_2386688_1944203561_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679402555396211170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUce_UPZTY8/TtFKiIrWQeI/AAAAAAAANV0/eIKU514ywTs/s400/312814_2414552696024_1617527591_2386688_1944203561_n.jpg" /></a>How is it Christmas already? We haven't even finished our Halloween candy!ha.</div><div align="center">Speaking of Halloween candy,while doing laundry, I found 2 Skittle and 3 snickers wrappers in Landen's pants pocket. I had to question him on if he had 2 skittles and 3 snickers(he must of found my secret stash) he just looked at me like, how does she know?</div><div align="center">I said, "Nothing gets past Mom!"</div><div align="center">That's when Farrah walks in with her hand on her hip and says, "oh yes it does!" Followed by a giggle and snort!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Those 2 middle children, Lord help me! They keep me on my toes!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1qMpbSDIfw/TtbsR3jLSAI/AAAAAAAANW8/TluU5ZFYPB0/s1600/320540_2461148180882_1617527591_2408892_1589313062_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680987771687880706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1qMpbSDIfw/TtbsR3jLSAI/AAAAAAAANW8/TluU5ZFYPB0/s400/320540_2461148180882_1617527591_2408892_1589313062_n.jpg" /></a><br />Fallon's 1st Halloween. We were just moving in and wasn't sure we were even going to celebrate. Some of our own personal convictions. I should know myself better, I always say I will keep it low key then I get an idea and ..........it's like a disease. I can't stop! Pinterest isn't helping either. I'll see something and just build off of it. I don't have time for it, but I sure love being creative when it comes to things for my kids. The night before Halloween I put together costumes for the kids. A onesie , scrap material, yellow yarn and a late night with my glue gun!</div><div align="center"><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRbq_fsTulM/TtFK7MS1-4I/AAAAAAAANWw/d1oxSkdWHZc/s1600/384345_2393825857866_1617527591_2371012_227148301_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679402985863904130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRbq_fsTulM/TtFK7MS1-4I/AAAAAAAANWw/d1oxSkdWHZc/s400/384345_2393825857866_1617527591_2371012_227148301_n.jpg" /></a>I took the kids to see Dolphin Tale when it came out. Cute movie. Landen wanted me to make him the costume of Winter the dolphin in the movie. I just so happen to find a dolphin costume at the thrift store and planned on doing up the tail. Then he changed his mind. Of course he did! The kids did great in the theatre and Fallon just nursed the whole 2 hours! ha! She does seem to nurse all day long. Seems like that's all I do in between loads of laundry. It's only a season. I know someday I will miss this season and give anything to snuggle my baby and nurse her. Or do a dirty load of cute little boy jeans with grass stains and cute little girls dresses.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcfgninOsvg/TtFKiHV3s5I/AAAAAAAANV8/Gnu3_ZNWzUk/s1600/dolphin%2Btale.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679402555037692818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcfgninOsvg/TtFKiHV3s5I/AAAAAAAANV8/Gnu3_ZNWzUk/s400/dolphin%2Btale.jpg" /></a>I was told the other day by a mother that she would have more kids if they were as good as mine. She also said, she can't seem to get anything done with them and that I have it easier because I can just take mine with me when I run errands.</div><div>Yes, my children are pretty good. But, they are normal kids! The have meltdowns in the store, they cry and beg for toys at checkout etc... I don't mean to pat myself on the back but I do want the credit for all the discipline and correcting I do day in and day out.ha! They are this way for a reason:)</div><div>I put a lot of energy into parenting these kids and I know this is why we can do all the things we do. I believe you need to train your kids to sit quiet through a movie, dinner and most important church!</div><div>Which we had the pleasure of trying out a new church. A small church, I think our family took up half the congergation. ha! If my kids even whispered, everyone would hear. I was very nervous as we sat in the back pew. I can say that the kids did a wonderful job and we were very blessed to worship together as a family. There is nothing more precious than worshipping together as a family. My heart just melts when I hear my little ones singing and constantly looking up at their Daddy to see if he's singing too. They get this look of fullfillment on their little faces when they see Mommy and Daddy singing too. I can't explain family worship, but for those of you who go to a church where you do this, you know what I'm talking about!<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClIdgcveBc0/TtFJ3PEANpI/AAAAAAAANVo/j54YlX8dUHc/s1600/298954_2349869718990_1617527591_2337892_527886580_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 380px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679401818375861906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClIdgcveBc0/TtFJ3PEANpI/AAAAAAAANVo/j54YlX8dUHc/s400/298954_2349869718990_1617527591_2337892_527886580_n.jpg" /></a>Our trip to the pumpkin patch and our attempt at our first pinterst craft. Candy corn shirts.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKlP7DDHqCc/TtFJ2p-E78I/AAAAAAAANVc/V9DROKJ07xg/s1600/297141_2394088024420_1617527591_2371248_1268300725_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679401808418893762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKlP7DDHqCc/TtFJ2p-E78I/AAAAAAAANVc/V9DROKJ07xg/s400/297141_2394088024420_1617527591_2371248_1268300725_n.jpg" /></a>Finley's last minute costume. If you asked her who she was, she said, "Tiffany's at Dinner." She had no idea who she was but it was last minute and it involved a dress,pearls and a tiara. She was happy!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRALHnVrRok/TtFJ2SM7c6I/AAAAAAAANVQ/9t9vJ9O-NeM/s1600/ppfarrah%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 292px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679401802038735778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRALHnVrRok/TtFJ2SM7c6I/AAAAAAAANVQ/9t9vJ9O-NeM/s400/ppfarrah%2521.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLc18PgrlSE/TtFJ2JMl1EI/AAAAAAAANU4/Bgi49UJpND0/s1600/pprace2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 326px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679401799621399618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLc18PgrlSE/TtFJ2JMl1EI/AAAAAAAANU4/Bgi49UJpND0/s400/pprace2.jpg" /></a>this picture below makes me laugh, the hands of a pinterest addict<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1XajL6Ygm8/TtFI908xtGI/AAAAAAAANUs/TfHYsC-5nbE/s1600/ppmomnfaith.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 263px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400832113685602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1XajL6Ygm8/TtFI908xtGI/AAAAAAAANUs/TfHYsC-5nbE/s400/ppmomnfaith.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3sRrq90d2o/TtFI9jJ_yUI/AAAAAAAANUg/1JQizzl1aU0/s1600/ppltpulls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 341px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400827337296194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3sRrq90d2o/TtFI9jJ_yUI/AAAAAAAANUg/1JQizzl1aU0/s400/ppltpulls.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfM1DEsTWvw/TtFI80oM1OI/AAAAAAAANUQ/f7cQKoCWDxA/s1600/ppdadmom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 274px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400814847513826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfM1DEsTWvw/TtFI80oM1OI/AAAAAAAANUQ/f7cQKoCWDxA/s400/ppdadmom.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQbZh5zizgA/TtFI8-1tVwI/AAAAAAAANUE/RTmbuaA4apk/s1600/ppkids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 226px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400817588524802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQbZh5zizgA/TtFI8-1tVwI/AAAAAAAANUE/RTmbuaA4apk/s400/ppkids.jpg" /></a>again, ignore the orange hands! just look at that sweet baby!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJgSGt2eUEw/TtFI8iqxcbI/AAAAAAAANT8/yz5YU0vM82w/s1600/ppfallonmnd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400810026463666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJgSGt2eUEw/TtFI8iqxcbI/AAAAAAAANT8/yz5YU0vM82w/s400/ppfallonmnd.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMBZ8AtYXWw/TtFIe1wsZeI/AAAAAAAANTw/fYbEubHU0DE/s1600/ppdaddy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 337px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400299755496930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMBZ8AtYXWw/TtFIe1wsZeI/AAAAAAAANTw/fYbEubHU0DE/s400/ppdaddy.jpg" /></a>We carved pumpkins and Daddy decided to stick Fallon in the pumpkin....<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbL4Bvf9DR4/TtFIejDphtI/AAAAAAAANTk/VXMk3W1QiKk/s1600/pumpkindaddy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400294734726866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbL4Bvf9DR4/TtFIejDphtI/AAAAAAAANTk/VXMk3W1QiKk/s400/pumpkindaddy.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f40yUIMMk98/TtFIeOnVnnI/AAAAAAAANTY/ZZlH5jWZGnc/s1600/pumpkinchair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 270px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400289247272562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f40yUIMMk98/TtFIeOnVnnI/AAAAAAAANTY/ZZlH5jWZGnc/s400/pumpkinchair.jpg" /></a>she just sat in there while the other kids carved their pumpkins.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_X9c9RgO58/TtFIdq7d6FI/AAAAAAAANTM/ajfc_pQvyiU/s1600/pumpkinbaby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 304px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679400279668025426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_X9c9RgO58/TtFIdq7d6FI/AAAAAAAANTM/ajfc_pQvyiU/s400/pumpkinbaby.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Farrah picking out Fallon's 1st pumpkin....<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2M7JqsqgbQ/TtFHO8PLmaI/AAAAAAAANS0/29FzjEeAaKI/s1600/ppfallons1stpum.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 269px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398927104448930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2M7JqsqgbQ/TtFHO8PLmaI/AAAAAAAANS0/29FzjEeAaKI/s400/ppfallons1stpum.jpg" /></a>these two did the corn maze and for a minute I started to worry because it took them along time to come out. They just got a cell phone to "share" they don't use it much but for emergency type things....I called their cell phone!</div><div>Faith also uses it for taking tons of pictures of her new baby sister. She started a video diary on it as well called, "Good Luck Fallon." funny stuff!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA1Gy2jPQIM/TtFHOg5LRTI/AAAAAAAANSo/4vj1J-bKgQ0/s1600/ppcornmaze.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 348px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398919764395314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA1Gy2jPQIM/TtFHOg5LRTI/AAAAAAAANSo/4vj1J-bKgQ0/s400/ppcornmaze.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sv7h_6SPSy8/TtFHN4UuNjI/AAAAAAAANSc/ebzRonAQAVw/s1600/ppfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398908874077746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sv7h_6SPSy8/TtFHN4UuNjI/AAAAAAAANSc/ebzRonAQAVw/s400/ppfallon.jpg" /></a>we did a little boutique shopping, Faith took this pic of me with her cell phone. She said I was the best teacher! (with orange hands)<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfZGoMMRShU/TtFHNSo_A_I/AAAAAAAANSQ/gBwMomQywuI/s1600/ppbestteacher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 276px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398898758517746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfZGoMMRShU/TtFHNSo_A_I/AAAAAAAANSQ/gBwMomQywuI/s400/ppbestteacher.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q28qswfSmjg/TtFHNNmmP-I/AAAAAAAANSE/T1N0Gc9lnM4/s1600/pp3kids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 339px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398897406328802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q28qswfSmjg/TtFHNNmmP-I/AAAAAAAANSE/T1N0Gc9lnM4/s400/pp3kids.jpg" /></a>kissing my chef! Austin's last minute costume $6 total!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shUtN6vbTak/TtFGj2YQLWI/AAAAAAAANR4/GQI2Agj4xNE/s1600/halloweenpizzaman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 248px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398186797509986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shUtN6vbTak/TtFGj2YQLWI/AAAAAAAANR4/GQI2Agj4xNE/s400/halloweenpizzaman.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0i5JWmd6HXM/TtFGj0JBQFI/AAAAAAAANRs/IYjWMX5NK-A/s1600/halloweenkids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 241px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398186196746322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0i5JWmd6HXM/TtFGj0JBQFI/AAAAAAAANRs/IYjWMX5NK-A/s400/halloweenkids.jpg" /></a>My favorite to make was the peacock princess. Farrah's got a thing for peacocks anyway so I asked if she wanted to be a peacock. She said no! Then I asked her if she wanted to be a peacock princess and she jumped up and down and said Yes!!!!! hehe<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UwLRlgidRw/TtFGjb3QKAI/AAAAAAAANRk/XkKvmA3Frmc/s1600/halloweenfarrah%2Bsit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 344px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398179679774722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UwLRlgidRw/TtFGjb3QKAI/AAAAAAAANRk/XkKvmA3Frmc/s400/halloweenfarrah%2Bsit.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4eou9xXOyM/TtFGi9flpLI/AAAAAAAANRU/3J1m9EtLkTU/s1600/halloweenfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 244px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398171527455922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4eou9xXOyM/TtFGi9flpLI/AAAAAAAANRU/3J1m9EtLkTU/s400/halloweenfallon.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7L3sl3to34/TtFGiyVPYLI/AAAAAAAANRI/SQIA_2zPBk0/s1600/halloween%2Btiffany.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398168531263666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7L3sl3to34/TtFGiyVPYLI/AAAAAAAANRI/SQIA_2zPBk0/s400/halloween%2Btiffany.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_DlMhjVBV8/TtFGLiIl3oI/AAAAAAAANQ8/txTmCVAo5L0/s1600/halloween%2Blanden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 242px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679397769046253186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_DlMhjVBV8/TtFGLiIl3oI/AAAAAAAANQ8/txTmCVAo5L0/s400/halloween%2Blanden.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLfNU9V0tck/TtFGLHUc_5I/AAAAAAAANQw/xpMucSUbg0k/s1600/halloween%2Bmakign%2Bcostume.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 391px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679397761848246162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLfNU9V0tck/TtFGLHUc_5I/AAAAAAAANQw/xpMucSUbg0k/s400/halloween%2Bmakign%2Bcostume.jpg" /></a>really mom?<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq55eOvpfhM/TtFGK4aoaoI/AAAAAAAANQg/qxzi8hyjmXU/s1600/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bhair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 252px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679397757847628418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq55eOvpfhM/TtFGK4aoaoI/AAAAAAAANQg/qxzi8hyjmXU/s400/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bhair.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X29o7F4ntpw/TtFGKmf5TLI/AAAAAAAANQY/PmdmJWydQDM/s1600/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bcostume.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 233px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679397753037868210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X29o7F4ntpw/TtFGKmf5TLI/AAAAAAAANQY/PmdmJWydQDM/s400/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bcostume.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdJOLzh5mhQ/TtFGKe0YOJI/AAAAAAAANQM/tL1ToyH1mWQ/s1600/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bback.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 318px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679397750976297106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdJOLzh5mhQ/TtFGKe0YOJI/AAAAAAAANQM/tL1ToyH1mWQ/s400/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bback.jpg" /></a>When I was done,she LOVED her costume!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrVwzQD_as0/TtFFNSN6EJI/AAAAAAAANQA/6L3jS9y_Fss/s1600/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bshaking%2Bit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679396699621691538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrVwzQD_as0/TtFFNSN6EJI/AAAAAAAANQA/6L3jS9y_Fss/s400/halloween%2Bfarrah%2Bshaking%2Bit.jpg" /></a>These boys are going to make great husbands some day! Look how much they enjoy doing dishes:) No, really these two have a system down and can get dishes done in no time!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--waLtAqbVAk/TtFFNDt94GI/AAAAAAAANP0/R9LYzRLlgpk/s1600/good%2Bhusbands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 311px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679396695729627234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--waLtAqbVAk/TtFFNDt94GI/AAAAAAAANP0/R9LYzRLlgpk/s400/good%2Bhusbands.jpg" /></a></div><div>what a good brother!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8R9gAQsXB8/TtFFMmZasaI/AAAAAAAANPo/vTBOGruJL9M/s1600/good%2Bbrother.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 344px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679396687858807202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8R9gAQsXB8/TtFFMmZasaI/AAAAAAAANPo/vTBOGruJL9M/s400/good%2Bbrother.jpg" /></a>Every week we would shop at Fresh and Easy. This was our first trip with Fallon and our last trip to that store before moving. We are very well known there. haha! Maybe because my kids eat all the samples. They were sad to see us go, gave the kids suckers and me flowers. I am going to miss all the friends we made while living in Redlands.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_U4Oj4uy04/TtFFMXrbtaI/AAAAAAAANPY/QixR51utFxc/s1600/fallons1st%2Bmarket%2Btrip.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679396683907839394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_U4Oj4uy04/TtFFMXrbtaI/AAAAAAAANPY/QixR51utFxc/s400/fallons1st%2Bmarket%2Btrip.jpg" /></a>and...this one has stole his heart too!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F2VXOdOuO4/TtFFMZhZ-yI/AAAAAAAANPQ/rlTjTLcfnJw/s1600/fallon%2Bloves%2Bher%2Bdaddy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679396684402653986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F2VXOdOuO4/TtFFMZhZ-yI/AAAAAAAANPQ/rlTjTLcfnJw/s400/fallon%2Bloves%2Bher%2Bdaddy.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center">Fallon Love 3 months! So happy!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1AdXjMTJjI/TuJ7c5_4enI/AAAAAAAANXI/fjoiGDxg5ho/s1600/3%2Bmo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 186px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684241416230304370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1AdXjMTJjI/TuJ7c5_4enI/AAAAAAAANXI/fjoiGDxg5ho/s400/3%2Bmo.jpg" /></a></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-48688221403488786192011-11-23T20:30:00.000-08:002011-11-23T23:37:19.174-08:00A Bunch Of Everything Thrown Into One Post....<div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center">My sister, Brianna took our family pictures on Saturday, here's a sneak peek!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRbk0pdHUUo/TsvkoTJcggI/AAAAAAAANLc/UgtPG391WpU/s1600/family%2Bpicture2012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 330px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677883136216433154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRbk0pdHUUo/TsvkoTJcggI/AAAAAAAANLc/UgtPG391WpU/s400/family%2Bpicture2012.jpg" /></a>I can't wait to see the rest. </div><div align="center">My other sister, Brenda finally got her 2 boys! After a long journey, she has finally become a Mommy to the cutest little boys. I now have 5 of the cutest nephews ever!</div><div align="center">Here's a picture of Great Grandpa meeting the older one for the first time.</div><div align="center">He just turned 2 and his brother is 11months.<br /></div><div align="center">Love at first sight!<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tN8OFNobbGs/TsvoMvDMR7I/AAAAAAAANMc/iqCbvzdLvHo/s1600/gramps%2Bmeets%2Bashton.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 243px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677887060716570546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tN8OFNobbGs/TsvoMvDMR7I/AAAAAAAANMc/iqCbvzdLvHo/s400/gramps%2Bmeets%2Bashton.jpg" /></a>My pictures are random and all out of order but sharing some of my favorites from the last 3 months.</p><p align="center">This was when Fallon was 3 weeks and I was just laying down holding her waiting for kids to get out of the shower and bath. We usually do family prayer on our bed, so this is when all the kids were getting ready to say prayers.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh9yalrlvS8/Tsvn8nQ1JTI/AAAAAAAANMI/P0CmrxbhRZo/s1600/saturday%2Bnight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677886783748384050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh9yalrlvS8/Tsvn8nQ1JTI/AAAAAAAANMI/P0CmrxbhRZo/s400/saturday%2Bnight.jpg" /></a><br />Fallon at 9weeks. Already posing like her big sisters:)</p><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnfEFIhtXcM/Tsvn8bMNDKI/AAAAAAAANMA/ZUwutUrvf5s/s1600/pose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677886780507753634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnfEFIhtXcM/Tsvn8bMNDKI/AAAAAAAANMA/ZUwutUrvf5s/s400/pose.jpg" /></a>Justin and I celebrated 12 years of marriage! He took me out to a nice steak dinner, with all my dental work, I haven't been able to really chew. At dinner we were talking about the past and how our marriage has been such an adventure. The different seasons we have been through. The hard times that have made our marriage what it is today. We have grown so much together and I love how the Lord has has given us the same vision for our future together. To think my crush on him started when I was 15 years old and he was 17. That's a little over half my life! I still have a major crush on this guy! No wonder we have so many kids. ha!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rml_r2MV64Q/Tsvn76OZtbI/AAAAAAAANL0/Y8Pxi8GluEI/s1600/12%2Byrs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677886771658601906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rml_r2MV64Q/Tsvn76OZtbI/AAAAAAAANL0/Y8Pxi8GluEI/s400/12%2Byrs.jpg" /></a>The boys stayed the night at their Nana's house and so it was just us girls and Daddy in the house. Justin keeps saying, "I can't believe I have 4 girls!"</div><div align="center">Always a slumber party!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZxo1KQQgOs/Tsvn7nBOqhI/AAAAAAAANLo/5nt0E4Pdvxo/s1600/slumber%2Bparty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677886766503078418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZxo1KQQgOs/Tsvn7nBOqhI/AAAAAAAANLo/5nt0E4Pdvxo/s400/slumber%2Bparty.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>Here's Fallon at 8 weeks. I took the 3 little girls our for "Dirl Day" They both don't say their "g" sound, so we have given it the name dirl day. They like to dress up and bring their babies. We usually do something dirly. Like get our nails painted or go our for ice cream. Dirl day usually happens when the older ones are at sports practice.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpH3cmi5_Uc/Tsvkgfz6IhI/AAAAAAAANLQ/zLSacUAIQ0s/s1600/our%2Bbabies2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 319px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677883002176807442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpH3cmi5_Uc/Tsvkgfz6IhI/AAAAAAAANLQ/zLSacUAIQ0s/s400/our%2Bbabies2.jpg" /></a>The Dirls (I'm missing my crown)<br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 245px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882990172610578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCf7WRcaIE/TsvkfzF4oBI/AAAAAAAANLE/rOLqpbTZyjo/s400/our%2Bbabies.jpg" />Fallon took her first field trip when she was 8 weeks.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akoTywWHtqg/TsvkORUDbQI/AAAAAAAANK4/AfS6_4P_reU/s1600/palmsprings9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 291px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882689047457026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akoTywWHtqg/TsvkORUDbQI/AAAAAAAANK4/AfS6_4P_reU/s400/palmsprings9.jpg" /></a>To the Palm Springs Air Museum.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdI_h_9UJ0M/TsvkMWfHBTI/AAAAAAAANKs/Jiar0swA3dA/s1600/palmsprings8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 246px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882656076268850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdI_h_9UJ0M/TsvkMWfHBTI/AAAAAAAANKs/Jiar0swA3dA/s400/palmsprings8.jpg" /></a>Austin got to to a flight simulator and learn about flying. He plans to get his pilot license. His instructor was a Navy Vet and made him write a report on the theory of flight. I love how it has sparked his interest.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BZgjjPlUPA/TsvjqWmsyMI/AAAAAAAANKQ/pnm-KGCGvsw/s1600/palmsprings13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882071992551618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BZgjjPlUPA/TsvjqWmsyMI/AAAAAAAANKQ/pnm-KGCGvsw/s400/palmsprings13.jpg" /></a>During his lesson, I was trying to keep these diva dirls quiet. So I bribed them with lip gloss...<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AB4dSqtQaY/TsvjqEs_PBI/AAAAAAAANKI/0vMwuJ1KpwE/s1600/palmsprings12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 364px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882067187088402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AB4dSqtQaY/TsvjqEs_PBI/AAAAAAAANKI/0vMwuJ1KpwE/s400/palmsprings12.jpg" /></a>His lesson, here he is flying from Palm Springs into the Redlands airport.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta73YxUjdB0/Tsvjo3TJqMI/AAAAAAAANKA/d-M8FgPeYG8/s1600/palmsprings11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 287px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882046409189570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta73YxUjdB0/Tsvjo3TJqMI/AAAAAAAANKA/d-M8FgPeYG8/s400/palmsprings11.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O0T25Dc8d4/TsvjojgRymI/AAAAAAAANJw/RUqrJFx0hMs/s1600/palmsprings10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 325px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677882041095539298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O0T25Dc8d4/TsvjojgRymI/AAAAAAAANJw/RUqrJFx0hMs/s400/palmsprings10.jpg" /></a>Here's our annual moving picture!</div><div>Our life is such an adventure. lol</div><div>Our new home is very comfortable and we are enjoying it. The only thing is that the house seems to echo. Not a good thing with 6 kids. ha! We have no carpet in the house. Just wood floors and tile. I'm needing some area rugs and earplugs;0</div><div>I will post pictures soon. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgugxlA_dR0/TsvhOT2PE3I/AAAAAAAANJg/vToTXgId6GA/s1600/move2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 126px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677879391192814450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgugxlA_dR0/TsvhOT2PE3I/AAAAAAAANJg/vToTXgId6GA/s400/move2011.jpg" /></a>My brother got married! He married a sweet girl who is such a great step Mom to my 2 nephews. I've never seen my brother so happy!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R311t8ig3oM/TsvhOeSzhyI/AAAAAAAANJY/hddLHOs1Jak/s1600/weddingproffitts.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 299px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677879393996998434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R311t8ig3oM/TsvhOeSzhyI/AAAAAAAANJY/hddLHOs1Jak/s400/weddingproffitts.jpg" /></a>Having the whole family in the wedding after just giving birth 5 weeks prior was a bit stressful. It was worth it though! I was emotional for many reasons. One, my brother and nephews getting a new start on life, two my Dad was there and I cried like a little girl that missed him, and three, I got my makeup done and looked like a drag queen. Yep, hormones and stress don't mix.</div><div> </div><div>My handsome boys.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EjTUY5CBAs/TsvhMq_NqjI/AAAAAAAANJM/XDTG9txwWnE/s1600/weddingkids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 363px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677879363044747826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EjTUY5CBAs/TsvhMq_NqjI/AAAAAAAANJM/XDTG9txwWnE/s400/weddingkids.jpg" /></a>The happy couple.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eODjVei4mYM/TsvgYKd2LLI/AAAAAAAANJA/G-OS5Hi0bDo/s1600/bradjamie%2Bwedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677878460961664178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eODjVei4mYM/TsvgYKd2LLI/AAAAAAAANJA/G-OS5Hi0bDo/s400/bradjamie%2Bwedding.jpg" /></a>Faith has been a flower girl many times. We use to rent her out. Not really, but she sure did her fair share of petal throwing. She has now been promoted to jr. bridesmaid.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15WsM8YF45c/TsvgXljLooI/AAAAAAAANI0/SkYU_z99MKs/s1600/weddingparty%2Bgirls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677878451051930242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15WsM8YF45c/TsvgXljLooI/AAAAAAAANI0/SkYU_z99MKs/s400/weddingparty%2Bgirls.jpg" /></a>These two did a wonderful job at being flower girls....<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WoKEEKdfrIs/TsvgXJ5s0RI/AAAAAAAANIo/cmz3sQbQNUs/s1600/flowergirls3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677878443630186770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WoKEEKdfrIs/TsvgXJ5s0RI/AAAAAAAANIo/cmz3sQbQNUs/s400/flowergirls3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vugjqWnaXM/TsvgWs-J3SI/AAAAAAAANIc/_9ECQH24Oq4/s1600/flowergirls2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677878435864239394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vugjqWnaXM/TsvgWs-J3SI/AAAAAAAANIc/_9ECQH24Oq4/s400/flowergirls2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfE8uGF7rnY/TsvgWsTMiwI/AAAAAAAANIQ/-L_CNHmReZI/s1600/flowergirls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 278px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677878435684059906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfE8uGF7rnY/TsvgWsTMiwI/AAAAAAAANIQ/-L_CNHmReZI/s400/flowergirls.jpg" /></a>This is what Fallon did for most of the wedding..sweet baby!<br /><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLzNfp9gcU/Tsq1PQ22asI/AAAAAAAANIE/S7Y7BhyfXCU/s1600/weddingjrni%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677549554081622722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLzNfp9gcU/Tsq1PQ22asI/AAAAAAAANIE/S7Y7BhyfXCU/s400/weddingjrni%2521.jpg" /></a>Fallon has a ton of hair. The night before the wedding...we didn't want to leave her out.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTYZ_lCajCQ/Tsq1Oz7bM8I/AAAAAAAANH4/SO36AD79plk/s1600/thedirls%2Bkiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 336px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677549546316182466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTYZ_lCajCQ/Tsq1Oz7bM8I/AAAAAAAANH4/SO36AD79plk/s400/thedirls%2Bkiss.jpg" /></a>Here's Fallon at 6weeks. My little mermaid.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6nHBh5iHo0/Tsq1OToWquI/AAAAAAAANHs/gTOHe_NW0MY/s1600/my%2Blittle%2Bmermaid3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 243px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677549537646258914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6nHBh5iHo0/Tsq1OToWquI/AAAAAAAANHs/gTOHe_NW0MY/s400/my%2Blittle%2Bmermaid3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnJOPJ0Nje0/Tsq1OLl6XYI/AAAAAAAANHg/nsPbXSVf-sU/s1600/my%2Blittle%2Bmermaid2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 212px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677549535488531842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnJOPJ0Nje0/Tsq1OLl6XYI/AAAAAAAANHg/nsPbXSVf-sU/s400/my%2Blittle%2Bmermaid2.jpg" /></a>I just love her face!!!!!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkaHGOV61i4/Tsq0ZvpGVKI/AAAAAAAANHQ/yWw9O_5hvLU/s1600/my%2Blittle%2Bmermaid%2Bcloseup.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 374px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548634632508578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkaHGOV61i4/Tsq0ZvpGVKI/AAAAAAAANHQ/yWw9O_5hvLU/s400/my%2Blittle%2Bmermaid%2Bcloseup.jpg" /></a>Here's Fallon at 3 weeks on our way to the bridal shower...<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPDDRNTI1Jk/Tsq0Y4lchaI/AAAAAAAANHE/A-M0EmFJOLk/s1600/mommy%2Band%2Bfallon%2B3wks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 264px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548619853235618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPDDRNTI1Jk/Tsq0Y4lchaI/AAAAAAAANHE/A-M0EmFJOLk/s400/mommy%2Band%2Bfallon%2B3wks.jpg" /></a></div><div>Finley wanted to wear the same shoes as her big brother...<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sh_uYWCqn3A/Tsq0YmxpkHI/AAAAAAAANG4/lDHlpe871pY/s1600/fieldtrippalmsprings.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548615072583794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sh_uYWCqn3A/Tsq0YmxpkHI/AAAAAAAANG4/lDHlpe871pY/s400/fieldtrippalmsprings.jpg" /></a>9 weeks at her new home.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54ckM5q8VCA/Tsq0XvwXtlI/AAAAAAAANGw/Hc021fvA0_M/s1600/10wksfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548600303269458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54ckM5q8VCA/Tsq0XvwXtlI/AAAAAAAANGw/Hc021fvA0_M/s400/10wksfallon.jpg" /></a>6 weeks at her old home. ha. Poor thing, welcome to your crazy family Fallon.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AESQPdtxdaw/Tsq0XDHpCgI/AAAAAAAANGg/rI0mwQ8WEAQ/s1600/fallon6wkpic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677548588321278466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AESQPdtxdaw/Tsq0XDHpCgI/AAAAAAAANGg/rI0mwQ8WEAQ/s400/fallon6wkpic.jpg" /></a>1 month old in this picture.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1daro9jBA0/TsqzwFr0VlI/AAAAAAAANGQ/Bqy_3MQYUt0/s1600/fallon1mogreen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 230px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547918994986578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1daro9jBA0/TsqzwFr0VlI/AAAAAAAANGQ/Bqy_3MQYUt0/s400/fallon1mogreen.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Faith took 2nd in her cheer competition.</div><div> She constantly is cheering around the house.<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRtwfGmFvTo/TsqzvduIfEI/AAAAAAAANF4/f8AMfbRyIos/s1600/faith%2Bcheer%2Bcomp%2Btrop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 212px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547908267277378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRtwfGmFvTo/TsqzvduIfEI/AAAAAAAANF4/f8AMfbRyIos/s400/faith%2Bcheer%2Bcomp%2Btrop.jpg" /></a>She worked hard and was such a good sport by standing up for whats right in certain situations this year in cheer. We were very proud parents of our little Faith!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHnmYjnYrwc/TsqzuLDQRoI/AAAAAAAANFw/y2kFZ2U84z0/s1600/faithcheercomp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 332px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547886075725442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHnmYjnYrwc/TsqzuLDQRoI/AAAAAAAANFw/y2kFZ2U84z0/s400/faithcheercomp.jpg" /></a>Here she is, my littlest sis, the newest Mommy!</div><div>She got 2 boys over night and has jumped into the Mother role like a pro!</div><div>I've trained her well:) She's had lots of practice!<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yne3DICmNpk/Tsqzth3XM6I/AAAAAAAANFg/Nb9LZxw-2To/s1600/brenand%2Bme.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 386px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547875019994018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yne3DICmNpk/Tsqzth3XM6I/AAAAAAAANFg/Nb9LZxw-2To/s400/brenand%2Bme.jpg" /></a>More field trip pictures. Austin always wants to push Fallon....<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZpOzIE_qSM/TsqzASx7g3I/AAAAAAAANFM/jYrzYL0gdlQ/s1600/palmsprings4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 338px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547097876562802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZpOzIE_qSM/TsqzASx7g3I/AAAAAAAANFM/jYrzYL0gdlQ/s400/palmsprings4.jpg" /></a>I'm glad my first born is so smart, he helps teach the younger ones.....<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2XR82Stj2o/Tsqy_8ai8ZI/AAAAAAAANFA/AxgoyRprh7I/s1600/palmsprings3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547091872903570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2XR82Stj2o/Tsqy_8ai8ZI/AAAAAAAANFA/AxgoyRprh7I/s400/palmsprings3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 295px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547078397347042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHLnY3JPPDU/Tsqy_KNuROI/AAAAAAAANE0/1Ch24aKqIKA/s400/palmsprings1.jpg" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22_Zf_B5Dc0/Tsqy-prUl8I/AAAAAAAANEo/QJBJOJBc3fs/s1600/palmsprings2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 398px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547069663123394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22_Zf_B5Dc0/Tsqy-prUl8I/AAAAAAAANEo/QJBJOJBc3fs/s400/palmsprings2.jpg" /></a>Looking cool in our shades on our trip to Palm Springs for a day! Even Fallon has on some sunglasses. Finley has wondered off....<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj-xxTADtAY/Tsqy-NMLyKI/AAAAAAAANEc/hOgRBIyYJm0/s1600/palmspringsglasses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 224px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677547062016329890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj-xxTADtAY/Tsqy-NMLyKI/AAAAAAAANEc/hOgRBIyYJm0/s400/palmspringsglasses.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This one has been into wearing my heels around the house.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDHoi-IX5iA/Tsxf-J8C2OI/AAAAAAAANOI/pW1I56Ih5m8/s1600/farrah%2Bheels2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 212px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678018751631644898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDHoi-IX5iA/Tsxf-J8C2OI/AAAAAAAANOI/pW1I56Ih5m8/s400/farrah%2Bheels2.jpg" /><p align="center"></p></a><p align="center">She still needs lots of practice in them....<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQUIzRAWTzk/Tsxf9edIIrI/AAAAAAAANN8/DV0NkRkfNWU/s1600/farrah%2Bheels.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678018739959243442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQUIzRAWTzk/Tsxf9edIIrI/AAAAAAAANN8/DV0NkRkfNWU/s400/farrah%2Bheels.jpg" /></a>Homeschooling this child can be a challenge.</div><div align="center"> I have to make it interesting and fun...</div><div align="center">Like throwing sock bags for math!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsRs5kfPV4Q/Tsxf9cLw8PI/AAAAAAAANNs/fxnHL5fLN6M/s1600/homeschool%2Bmath.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 172px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678018739349549298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsRs5kfPV4Q/Tsxf9cLw8PI/AAAAAAAANNs/fxnHL5fLN6M/s400/homeschool%2Bmath.jpg" /></a>Somedays school is just book work...<br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5FJfhC7cGw/TsxfSiz7_PI/AAAAAAAANNY/UjkTGrkR69g/s1600/homeschool%2Breal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 208px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678018002394283250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5FJfhC7cGw/TsxfSiz7_PI/AAAAAAAANNY/UjkTGrkR69g/s400/homeschool%2Breal.jpg" /></a>and lots of reading....<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZLx4WhWJhc/TsxfSB4TplI/AAAAAAAANNM/KYZRvX4z584/s1600/homeschool%2Bread.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 348px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678017993554241106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZLx4WhWJhc/TsxfSB4TplI/AAAAAAAANNM/KYZRvX4z584/s400/homeschool%2Bread.jpg" /></a>Other days Mom gets creative and makes Math fun.......<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBprC3aQOw/TsxfR_tlg9I/AAAAAAAANNA/_ZUZ8jjMPI8/s1600/homeschool%2Bgirls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 330px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678017992972403666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBprC3aQOw/TsxfR_tlg9I/AAAAAAAANNA/_ZUZ8jjMPI8/s400/homeschool%2Bgirls.jpg" /></a>Or takes the kids on random outings...<br />We were learning about Greece, so I took the kids out for some Greek food.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQVlGLNWXTg/TsxfRAF95EI/AAAAAAAANMo/WC3Aa-r5QRI/s1600/homeschool%2Bfood.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678017975894795330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQVlGLNWXTg/TsxfRAF95EI/AAAAAAAANMo/WC3Aa-r5QRI/s400/homeschool%2Bfood.jpg" /></a></div><div> And sometimes if I'm feeling really into teaching I dress the part!</div><div>(learning about Rome)<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwylrcWsffg/TsxfRcS0-jI/AAAAAAAANM0/WNhzy47Na6Q/s1600/homeschool%2Brome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 207px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678017983464929842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwylrcWsffg/TsxfRcS0-jI/AAAAAAAANM0/WNhzy47Na6Q/s400/homeschool%2Brome.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">I have no idea why my kids say I'm crazy and often laugh at me!?!<br /></div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);">Have a Happy Thanksgiving ! </span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.23137);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469);">Please excuse all my errors, blogging from my phone tonight.</span></span></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-6544001301832905682011-11-20T18:00:00.000-08:002011-11-20T19:58:50.556-08:00Before Fallon was born and the week after....<div><div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lClp2ygmWAQ/Tsh9-GnHibI/AAAAAAAANEQ/Ef1T6V8CDjs/s1600/paintingbelly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 224px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925836180556210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lClp2ygmWAQ/Tsh9-GnHibI/AAAAAAAANEQ/Ef1T6V8CDjs/s400/paintingbelly.jpg" /></a>The kids always like to paint my big belly right before I'm about to pop!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0vhKlC7iLw/Tsh99WwtGNI/AAAAAAAANEE/lKtK_puneL8/s1600/paintingbelly2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 344px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925823335864530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0vhKlC7iLw/Tsh99WwtGNI/AAAAAAAANEE/lKtK_puneL8/s400/paintingbelly2.jpg" /></a>This time around they decided they wanted to paint my belly like a fish bowl. Each of them painting their own fish.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESkgiDkIvmc/Tsh99KDEnxI/AAAAAAAAND0/0-I1x9DxJqc/s1600/paintingbelly3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925819923242770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESkgiDkIvmc/Tsh99KDEnxI/AAAAAAAAND0/0-I1x9DxJqc/s400/paintingbelly3.jpg" /></a>Daddy painted the outline and the kids painted the design of each of their fish.</div><div>Farrah was in shock at how big my belly was! </div><div>Finley just thought it was funny!<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wZt2IlOQxI/Tsh98_mQgtI/AAAAAAAANDs/PRFU56t0dtM/s1600/paintingbelly4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 379px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925817118032594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wZt2IlOQxI/Tsh98_mQgtI/AAAAAAAANDs/PRFU56t0dtM/s400/paintingbelly4.jpg" /></a>This pictures just makes me laugh and cry at the same time.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb1-zjeePtc/Tsh9rcd-4iI/AAAAAAAANDg/TUCMf4qCDGw/s1600/paintingbelly5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925515630305826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb1-zjeePtc/Tsh9rcd-4iI/AAAAAAAANDg/TUCMf4qCDGw/s400/paintingbelly5.jpg" /></a>Finley wanted her belly painted too!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CT4_f2_Fnmw/Tsh9qRKqSaI/AAAAAAAANDY/ljyXZAZGwSY/s1600/paintingbelly6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 219px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925495416605090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CT4_f2_Fnmw/Tsh9qRKqSaI/AAAAAAAANDY/ljyXZAZGwSY/s400/paintingbelly6.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This was on Monday night, Tuesday night kids spent the night at Nana's so that we could be up early Wed to go to the hospital. Needless to say, painting my belly 2 days before my c-section wasn't the best idea.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ChhdAklHw/Tsh9pzkbUUI/AAAAAAAANC8/rleo4a1p9DM/s1600/paintingbelly7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 334px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925487471612226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ChhdAklHw/Tsh9pzkbUUI/AAAAAAAANC8/rleo4a1p9DM/s400/paintingbelly7.jpg" /></a>I couldn't get all the paint off! It had dyed my skin. </div><div>So the doctor had to cut into the fish bowl to remove Fallon:)</div><div>embarrassing!<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3lNU-L3hzQ/Tsh9po9DzwI/AAAAAAAANCw/tFx_nEHnhDQ/s1600/paintingbellydone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 374px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676925484622139138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3lNU-L3hzQ/Tsh9po9DzwI/AAAAAAAANCw/tFx_nEHnhDQ/s400/paintingbellydone.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>Fallon's 1st week home....<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otQnz_j3cgc/TsXitGPU1xI/AAAAAAAANCQ/a4iQM9WEGps/s1600/fallons%2B1st%2Bwk5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 272px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676192169767261970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otQnz_j3cgc/TsXitGPU1xI/AAAAAAAANCQ/a4iQM9WEGps/s400/fallons%2B1st%2Bwk5.jpg" /></a>The girls are loving their new baby (doll)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSKt3ksnaCU/TsXisrcECyI/AAAAAAAANCA/3tgVKJU71xo/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bwk4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 340px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676192162572929826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSKt3ksnaCU/TsXisrcECyI/AAAAAAAANCA/3tgVKJU71xo/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bwk4.jpg" /></a>The first week home Daddy had to work and the kids and I just enjoyed Fallon...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD6AMtaF4Jo/TsXisP-sPeI/AAAAAAAANB0/dzjnLRquywc/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bsnuggle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 397px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676192155201977826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD6AMtaF4Jo/TsXisP-sPeI/AAAAAAAANB0/dzjnLRquywc/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bsnuggle.jpg" /></a>Holding my baby, with kids all around me begging to hold her next...<br />that is until she decides to spit up on them lol<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 389px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676194469627034642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6KZ_PSL5Fc/TsXky94n_BI/AAAAAAAANCk/1KoHhBm_PrY/s400/fallon%2B1%2Bmo%2Bspit%2Bup.jpg" /><br />.</div><div align="center">We celebrated Austin's 12th birthday. He said Fallon was the best gift ever. He wouldn't even let me hold her while he blew out his candles:)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhGp3TSQA5I/TsXkjslRunI/AAAAAAAANCY/uOU2Mb03Mv8/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Baut%2B12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676194207284443762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhGp3TSQA5I/TsXkjslRunI/AAAAAAAANCY/uOU2Mb03Mv8/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Baut%2B12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><p align="center">I made it out to the 2nd game with Fallon in the Moby.<br /><br />Daddy coaching<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3o7jbo-jiU/TsXhWKptZoI/AAAAAAAANBc/DyNz4R7fjTs/s1600/football%2Bjr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 355px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676190676303046274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3o7jbo-jiU/TsXhWKptZoI/AAAAAAAANBc/DyNz4R7fjTs/s400/football%2Bjr.jpg" /></a>Faith cheering Austin on...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtm7erdIU2w/TsXhLovm2WI/AAAAAAAANBQ/lEqkpH0fjxk/s1600/football%2Bfamily%2Baffair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 346px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676190495402285410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtm7erdIU2w/TsXhLovm2WI/AAAAAAAANBQ/lEqkpH0fjxk/s400/football%2Bfamily%2Baffair.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Austin still playing QB. Here he is running the ball.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HstlBmh4nfQ/TsXhLCB6VBI/AAAAAAAANBE/6otRiJLkLhY/s1600/football%2Baustin%2Brunning.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676190485010076690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HstlBmh4nfQ/TsXhLCB6VBI/AAAAAAAANBE/6otRiJLkLhY/s400/football%2Baustin%2Brunning.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Then back to snuggling after the game....<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKiqexDghRI/TsXhWQH0UOI/AAAAAAAANBk/VQNn7BOA-Go/s1600/football%2Bsnuggle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 322px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676190677771505890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKiqexDghRI/TsXhWQH0UOI/AAAAAAAANBk/VQNn7BOA-Go/s400/football%2Bsnuggle.jpg" /></a>I think I've made you wait long enough! Here's an updated picture of Fallon. Taken last week with my phone. She is so full of smiles and coo's<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvzuFP_WYRA/TsXhKdcWL1I/AAAAAAAANA8/i5Z9-cTQYKc/s1600/fallon%2B11wks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676190475188842322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvzuFP_WYRA/TsXhKdcWL1I/AAAAAAAANA8/i5Z9-cTQYKc/s400/fallon%2B11wks.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Football and Cheer is over for the year. How are these two so old already?!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esTbhPbE4YU/TsXhKAqQ7EI/AAAAAAAANAg/jQ14M76a8Po/s1600/cheerfoot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 392px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676190467462589506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esTbhPbE4YU/TsXhKAqQ7EI/AAAAAAAANAg/jQ14M76a8Po/s400/cheerfoot.jpg" /></a>Playing in their kitchen...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsXmPEStxoA/TsXd_9Pw5BI/AAAAAAAANAU/kNDiClD179k/s1600/fallons%2B1st%2Bwk%2Bhome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 362px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676186996212556818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsXmPEStxoA/TsXd_9Pw5BI/AAAAAAAANAU/kNDiClD179k/s400/fallons%2B1st%2Bwk%2Bhome.jpg" /></a>This was her "first smile" the first night we brought her home. Gas or not, it's still cute!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikDwErPIBI0/TsXd_A45fqI/AAAAAAAANAM/L_JlXO_JdgM/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bhome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676186980010524322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikDwErPIBI0/TsXd_A45fqI/AAAAAAAANAM/L_JlXO_JdgM/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bhome.jpg" /></a>She just looked like a little angel. So perfect!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VftSTYxT2P4/TsXd-xVSq5I/AAAAAAAAM_8/6xBovVwW-Ko/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bhome%2Bbed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 321px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676186975834647442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VftSTYxT2P4/TsXd-xVSq5I/AAAAAAAAM_8/6xBovVwW-Ko/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bhome%2Bbed.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR6j7sExp6s/TsXd-RtaGrI/AAAAAAAAM_w/n-zTqegXuZo/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bwk4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 340px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676186967345863346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iR6j7sExp6s/TsXd-RtaGrI/AAAAAAAAM_w/n-zTqegXuZo/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bwk4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09T6xuhiHH8/TsXd-Kh4bsI/AAAAAAAAM_k/fjpMvwa3faU/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bwk2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 271px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676186965418471106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09T6xuhiHH8/TsXd-Kh4bsI/AAAAAAAAM_k/fjpMvwa3faU/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bwk2.jpg" /></a>Playing with Fallon's piggies....<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5U45N_ugD0/TsXdD6k9R7I/AAAAAAAAM_M/z5xAvpXRQjY/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bthis%2Blittle%2Bpiggie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 329px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676185964703991730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5U45N_ugD0/TsXdD6k9R7I/AAAAAAAAM_M/z5xAvpXRQjY/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bthis%2Blittle%2Bpiggie.jpg" /></a>My heart is so full!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3mUd2HfCjw/TsXdDpAJSMI/AAAAAAAAM_A/YSsYWa7HuT0/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bkids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 329px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676185959986186434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3mUd2HfCjw/TsXdDpAJSMI/AAAAAAAAM_A/YSsYWa7HuT0/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bkids.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLGrPSNg46k/TsXdCkjDlbI/AAAAAAAAM-0/pkEcs4MU_sg/s1600/fallon1st%2Bweek%2Bbed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 288px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676185941610567090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLGrPSNg46k/TsXdCkjDlbI/AAAAAAAAM-0/pkEcs4MU_sg/s400/fallon1st%2Bweek%2Bbed.jpg" /></a><br /><div>My first walk around the block in my big ol' pink stroller!!!!</div><div>We got stopped a few times and many looks. </div><div>Strangest comment: Are they triplets?</div><div>Um, do they look like triplets???</div><div>Some people scare me, I mean really!<br /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676184691795259346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW-PcUnlygc/TsXb50n3b9I/AAAAAAAAM-c/MgwvsRRbkfQ/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2Bstroller.jpg" /><br /><div><div>Enjoying their sister, her first week home!<br /><div><a div="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7q4nY2PILSA/TsXb36zT3UI/AAAAAAAAM9s/iXWNclHa0Jw/s1600/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2B3%2Blil%2Bgirls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 353px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676184659094134082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7q4nY2PILSA/TsXb36zT3UI/AAAAAAAAM9s/iXWNclHa0Jw/s400/fallon%2B1st%2Bweek%2B3%2Blil%2Bgirls.jpg" /></a>I am trying to play catch up on the last 12 weeks.</div><div>So lots of pictures and not a lot of creative writing.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-43568939942473210702011-11-15T16:00:00.000-08:002011-11-15T22:07:44.654-08:00Happy, Healthy, and Sleeping Through the Night!<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7PxrBQMNtw/Tno3s40_91I/AAAAAAAAM8Q/48BnYJDv-es/s1600/fallonbirth%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 346px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654893526425532242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7PxrBQMNtw/Tno3s40_91I/AAAAAAAAM8Q/48BnYJDv-es/s400/fallonbirth%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg" /></a>on our way home as a family of 8!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I think with Fallon being my 6th and last baby. Wait, back up...We've all heard me say that before.....</div><div> I think after Faith, I said she was my last and every baby after that...SO, to be safe, lets just say....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> I think with Fallon being my 6th and <em>possible</em> last baby, I KNOW how fast this time goes. These precious first weeks have been spent snuggling my possible last baby:) and a little packing here and there....</div><div> </div><div>It seems to be the popular thing to say when friends and family meet Fallon. They "ooo and awe" over her and then it comes...I just know what they are going to say. </div><div>"Are you guys done?"</div><div>To which I say, like I always say, "Yeeees, I think (6 or fill in the # at the time) is enough!"</div><div>I think they can tell in my uncertain voice, oh no, she's not sure! Which shouldn't be a bad thing, but I've learned in this day and age very few are excited about more babies. For curious minds, like I told my doctor, it's not the number of children I have, it's the number of surgeries that scare me. It was a rough recovery and I'm not sure my body could handle another surgery.</div><div> </div><div>We don't plan on any more kids but you never know what the Lord has planned. I trust him and cherish what he has blessed me with each and every day!</div><div> I took a little break from blogging as some of you have noticed. I do want to get back to blogging about all that is going on in our life. I plan to at least blog once a week . I want to thank you for the messages and emails checking on me and letting me know how missed I was:). You are all such an encouragement to me as well. I often thought of just journaling on my own where no one can check my spelling and grammar and just have it for our own memories. After taking some time to consider if I should continue to share our family on the Internet or not, I have decided to keep going and share our life God has so richly blessed us with.... </div><div>Sorry to keep you hanging. </div><div><br />Here we are about to leave the hospital. Kids just got back from Austin's 1st football game. Dad coaching and Faith cheering. It was the hottest day of the year. I got texts of the play by plays. Sorry to have missed their first game but was nice and cool in the hospital holding my baby,getting room service. Believe it or not, Redlands Community Hospital has amazing food! If only I wasn't in pain, I felt like I was on a mini vacation!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJfZNad21Jc/Tno3ZGFbzPI/AAAAAAAAM8I/3oxY6G8NPgo/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 146px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654893186386742514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJfZNad21Jc/Tno3ZGFbzPI/AAAAAAAAM8I/3oxY6G8NPgo/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg" /></a><br />I had my 6th week check-up and I am healing wonderful. I have let my body heal better this time around. I have tons of help with the kids, so I was able to take it easy the first couple weeks. Even with Daddy going back to work right away. Some amazing friends brought dinners the first couple weeks and that was a true blessing. Thank you!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drIsMqvvClk/Tno3Y-wGuII/AAAAAAAAM8A/X2Nuoc4xYqE/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bday%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 317px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654893184418232450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drIsMqvvClk/Tno3Y-wGuII/AAAAAAAAM8A/X2Nuoc4xYqE/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bday%2B3.jpg" /></a><div> It has been such a busy season in the Ryan home. We got a new home (again) and are adjusting to life in a new neighborhood as well. We took the whole month of Sept off of school to spend time with Fallon. The kids still learning all about babies. Fallon is such a good baby! She started sleeping through the night her first night home. I didn't. I checked on her, I think every hour haha..She is still sleeping through the night. hallelujah!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drIsMqvvClk/Tno3Y-wGuII/AAAAAAAAM8A/X2Nuoc4xYqE/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bday%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div> </div><div>When Fallon was about 6 weeks old I started getting really bad tooth pain and found out I had some exposed nerves in my back molars. I don't know what was more painful, birth or my teeth! Or the packing and moving with a newborn?! Ha! Or, the dental bill!!!!! Then the dry socket that followed. Many weeks on pain meds:( I still managed to enjoy my days snuggling my yummy smelling newborn:)</div><div> So, needless to say, we made it through and we are all happy, healthy and sleeping through the night in our new home!:)</div><div> </div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLoEgbbK9F4/Tno3YvYAQVI/AAAAAAAAM74/xAYNDD4ZXAg/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Blove%2Bbutt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 307px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654893180290613586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLoEgbbK9F4/Tno3YvYAQVI/AAAAAAAAM74/xAYNDD4ZXAg/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Blove%2Bbutt.jpg" /></a></div><div>Fallon reminds me a lot of Farrah when she was a baby. She is beautiful just like all her big sisters:) She was born with lots of dark hair, now she has blonde roots coming in. Light eyes that I'm sure will turn brown like her Mommy, Daddy and siblings. Her eyelashes are getting so long and her skin is so beautiful. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ_F5RzwgcQ/Tno3YfebCoI/AAAAAAAAM7w/4amHpRkO48k/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Baftereat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654893176022567554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ_F5RzwgcQ/Tno3YfebCoI/AAAAAAAAM7w/4amHpRkO48k/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Baftereat.jpg" /></a>My wonderful Grandparents had the kids while I was in the hospital. They kept them for a week while I was there. Justin worked during the days and came back to be by my side after he finished his long days. Summer is our busiest time for the business so he couldn't take many days off:(</div><div> </div><div>4 generations!<br /><div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wu5Xi-K4Wy0/Tno3YO-u_8I/AAAAAAAAM7o/ooGGas8ZcXM/s1600/fallonbirth4gen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654893171594690498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wu5Xi-K4Wy0/Tno3YO-u_8I/AAAAAAAAM7o/ooGGas8ZcXM/s400/fallonbirth4gen.jpg" /></a>I felt sorry for him, I know how much he missed her during the day. To leave us in the hospital while I was still recovering and Fallon was only days old was hard. As soon as he would get back to the hospital he would make sure I was doing ok. Then he would take Fallon and just hold her and stare at her.<br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikPddTmjx-Y/Tno0vBaoxeI/AAAAAAAAM7g/iAEDbnrCme0/s1600/fallonbirthfamilypic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 396px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654890264555734498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikPddTmjx-Y/Tno0vBaoxeI/AAAAAAAAM7g/iAEDbnrCme0/s400/fallonbirthfamilypic.jpg" /></a>My Grandma,with the help of big sister Faith brought all the kids in their big brother and big sister shirts. They all had their hair combed and bows in...I was over joyed at all my babies coming to see me everyday! They would come for a short time then go back to my Grandparents. I was at the hospital most of the time with just Fallon. I enjoyed what I knew were going to be rare moments of just us.<br /><div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx_bEBn0TqY/Tno0Tp4iy1I/AAAAAAAAM7Q/P4eipjsG6tA/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bmommyn%2Bfal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 246px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654889794382252882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx_bEBn0TqY/Tno0Tp4iy1I/AAAAAAAAM7Q/P4eipjsG6tA/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bmommyn%2Bfal.jpg" /></a>Being that I was "open" for 3 hours in the surgery room I had a lot of air trapped. I know tmi. It made for some very painful shoulder pain. You Mom's that have had c-sections know what I'm talking about! I think that is the worst pain ever!!!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This is one of my favorite pictures from Fallon's birth. After surgery, I went to the recovery room and did skin to skin which I was super happy about. The last 2 c-sections they wouldn't' even let me see or hold the baby in recovery. Then I was wheeled up to our room where the kids were anxiously waiting for the call from Daddy to come up and meet their new sister. They walked in and this picture pretty much explains what happened.....<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlBF04nzvJE/TnoyKP8Y3cI/AAAAAAAAM7I/eBmGvfHashQ/s1600/fallonsbirthkidsmeetfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 302px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654887433776979394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlBF04nzvJE/TnoyKP8Y3cI/AAAAAAAAM7I/eBmGvfHashQ/s400/fallonsbirthkidsmeetfallon.jpg" /></a>My Grandpa kept saying, "Thank you Lord, what a blessing..." Austin looked at me with such a proud look. Landen and Farrah were in awe of her. Faith was taking a million pictures with her phone and saying how cute she was. Finley was more interested in the balloons and flowers:)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re3xqfS8ouQ/TnoyJOKK6SI/AAAAAAAAM6w/p2UxDijQPkM/s1600/fallonbirthgreatgrandpa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 257px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654887416118044962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re3xqfS8ouQ/TnoyJOKK6SI/AAAAAAAAM6w/p2UxDijQPkM/s400/fallonbirthgreatgrandpa2.jpg" /></a>I love the above picture of my Grandpa who just celebrated his 77th birthday yesterday. Holding Fallon for the first time, he is so proud and always makes sure to tell me how proud he is of me. I will never forget the excitement he showed when we announced our pregnancy with Fallon. Many weren't as happy. It was special to have him there. I missed having my own Dad there. He has always been a big part of my life and has never missed the birth of one of my babies. It was hard to go through this special time not having my own Dad by my side. I know one day my Dad, with lots of prayer will come around. I just wish he wasn't missing out on such wonderful times.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQGXHT8O_bw/TnoyIzVubAI/AAAAAAAAM6o/3p4UxBv5aHE/s1600/jrmeand%2Bfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 396px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654887408918752258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQGXHT8O_bw/TnoyIzVubAI/AAAAAAAAM6o/3p4UxBv5aHE/s400/jrmeand%2Bfallon.jpg" /></a>I love my husband more and more with each child we have! I think we become more laid back parents, in a good way. We know our children are eternal so we try and focus our priorities with an eternal perspective. Sure helps:)</div><div> </div><div>Another picture I love, the kids helping Dad change her diaper. I'm telling you I have so much help, these kids almost fight over who gets to hold her or burp her etc. Faith even volunteered to have the night shift if I was to tired to wake up. She is such a good little mini Mommy. They all are!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2z7AP4YpQ/TnoxT7LSyDI/AAAAAAAAM6Y/kIOr4NSifaQ/s1600/fallonbirthdaddydiaper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 314px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654886500489414706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2z7AP4YpQ/TnoxT7LSyDI/AAAAAAAAM6Y/kIOr4NSifaQ/s400/fallonbirthdaddydiaper.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aavXdPI-pDU/TnoxThe5ybI/AAAAAAAAM6Q/-eI0zjLjpVQ/s1600/fallonbirthallclean.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654886493592340914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aavXdPI-pDU/TnoxThe5ybI/AAAAAAAAM6Q/-eI0zjLjpVQ/s400/fallonbirthallclean.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf9LwbyZFVI/TnoxTXCRMxI/AAAAAAAAM6I/NVyeWE74GR0/s1600/fallonbirthkidsmeetfallon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 318px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654886490787885842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf9LwbyZFVI/TnoxTXCRMxI/AAAAAAAAM6I/NVyeWE74GR0/s400/fallonbirthkidsmeetfallon.jpg" /></a>4 days old....so alert!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELz8tZIycRs/TnowZC0CBrI/AAAAAAAAM54/wkBF-q8HtJg/s1600/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bblue%2Bawake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 396px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654885488927049394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELz8tZIycRs/TnowZC0CBrI/AAAAAAAAM54/wkBF-q8HtJg/s400/fallon%2Bbirth%2Bblue%2Bawake.jpg" /></a>I will post some updated pictures. These were all pictures from the hospital. Fallon will be 12 weeks tomorrow! She has changed so much!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyOGmgwITxM/TnowY7VGAGI/AAAAAAAAM5w/xmCjy9l-u4Q/s1600/fallonbigbrobigsis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 357px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654885486918238306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyOGmgwITxM/TnowY7VGAGI/AAAAAAAAM5w/xmCjy9l-u4Q/s400/fallonbigbrobigsis.jpg" /></a>My half a dozen, my mission!</div><div> </div><div>M= Mothering with passion!</div><div> I= Inviting God into every situation I face today!</div><div> S= Serving with joy, even in the routine and mundane!!<br /> S=Saturating my husband and children with love and encouragement!</div><div> I= Intercepting the devil's attacks with prayer and praise!</div><div> O= Overflowing with joy and thankfulness!</div><div> N= Nurturing my children with God's anointing!</div><div> </div><div>Thanks to Nancy from Above Rubies <a href="http://aboverubies.org/">http://aboverubies.org/</a> for all her encouragement. (for some reason my link isn't working.) See, I take a few months off and I forget how to blog:) </div><div> </div><div>See you soon, I mean that:)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-68571813576188508502011-09-21T14:53:00.000-07:002011-09-21T14:53:35.324-07:00In LOVE<div>
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Meeting Fallon for the first time....taking in her smell and kissing her. I wanted to hold her so bad right then and there.</div>
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She is just perfect...</div>
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<em>blurry pic taken with phone in hospital, but it's still one of my favs.</em></div>
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<br /><div align="center">Born Aug 24, at 7:57am</div>
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<br /></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-75933403290006000972011-08-16T20:00:00.000-07:002011-08-16T20:36:15.827-07:00Still Pregnant....
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<br /><div align="center">Here I am almost 40wks pregnant! by Farrah
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<br />My biggest craving this pregnancy....frozen yogurt! With mango on top, sometimes I feel like granola. I usually send my husband at about 9pm at night when he's really tired..he doesn't complain only I do when he comes back with mandarin oranges instead of mango's on top! How do you get those mixed up! I guess beggars can't be choosers...I'll forgive him. So this time I got my own yogurt with granola and mango's. Fallon even felt like some kiwi.
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<br />Last week I didn't have energy, so we spent most of our days in our pj's or those that wanted to just wear their underwear did haha (don't worry I wasn't one of them)... we played games and painted. I asked them questions about Fallon, how much they think she will weigh etc and wrote them down to put in Fallon's baby book. They wanted to paint my belly but we didn't get around to that yet.
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<br />We had many hands picking berries...except Faith. She is deathly afraid of bees. There was a ton of bees so she wouldn't go near the berries. The other kids stuck their hands right into swarms of bees....
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<br />I let my kids eat berries without washing them and get dirty feet....
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<br /><div>I'll keep you posted...thank you in advance for your prayers. Much love, Bridget</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
<br />Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-23018728152440928492011-08-05T08:00:00.000-07:002011-08-05T16:30:54.824-07:00Slacking on parenting,discipline and birthdays....<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4xjykJoJ7A/TjxqHkfUPUI/AAAAAAAAMz0/LvyfJnQZugw/s1600/landen%2Btooth.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637497511847673154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4xjykJoJ7A/TjxqHkfUPUI/AAAAAAAAMz0/LvyfJnQZugw/s400/landen%2Btooth.jpg" /></a> Hmmm.... lets see what I can blog about. If I can even get a blog post posted without getting up to go potty every 2 min;) Speaking of potty</div><br /><div align="center">(yes, I just used the word potty. I'm a stay at home Mom what can I say?ha)</div><br /><div align="center">Finley is finally potty training...(training not trained) don't get too excited!</div><br /><div align="center">3 seems to be the magic number with my kids. I tried to potty train Austin at 10months. You know the first time Mom thing? I read all the books etc. After that I figured they are ready when they are ready. <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">6 years old is the magic number to start loosing teeth with my kids as well. Landen didn't have any loose teeth so I wasn't expecting him to lose his yet. Something I'm not proud of but Faith and Landen were arguing and I just about had it. So I told Faith, show him who's boss....next thing I knew, Landen comes up crying with a bloody mouth!</div><br /><p align="center">Slacking at the discipline. Not something I'm proud of:/<br /></p><br /><div align="center">After we all apologized to each other(even me), we told Landen that he would get a special visit tonight....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">(so now I'm lying to the poor child, great!ha)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">and mentioned $</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">His scared sad faced sure turned around fast:)<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZPjr7Qy1Tc/TjxqHrSNLdI/AAAAAAAAMzs/q6wTLWnkCEE/s1600/landen%2Blost%2Btooth.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637497513671732690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZPjr7Qy1Tc/TjxqHrSNLdI/AAAAAAAAMzs/q6wTLWnkCEE/s400/landen%2Blost%2Btooth.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>The tooth fairy was out of cash so she had to borrow $ from the oldest boy in the house. (Come on Mom get with it!) Then the tooth fairy felt bad and tried to make the $2.00 look fancy by adding glitter, stickers and a bow made out of floss. Don't be fooled, that is a fake $100.00 she glued the letter too:)<br /><br />It's all about presentation when they look under that pillow right?</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Landen kept telling everyone he got $100.00.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Farrah would argue and say, "No, it's fake!"</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Another thing I'm not proud of....Then Landen came to me saying, "Mooooom, Farrah called me the "S" word." So I asked, "What "S" word?" (they don't know the real "s" word) He seriously said to me, "she called me "dumb."</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">I just looked at him and wanted to say, "welllll" but I figured I should deal with the situation instead of telling him to show her who's boss or something along those lines...</p><br /><p align="center">(Lord help me in these last few weeks!!!!!)</p><br /><p align="center">Note to self: go over letters and sounds with Landen again!</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hIZr0lYR_c/TjdUPTcwosI/AAAAAAAAMvk/R9gUqZfpfaA/s1600/toothfairy%2Blanden.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636066080573137602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hIZr0lYR_c/TjdUPTcwosI/AAAAAAAAMvk/R9gUqZfpfaA/s400/toothfairy%2Blanden.jpg" /></a> Lets see what else happened...</p><br /><p align="center">my brother got engaged.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">It's so nice to see my brother so happy again and Jamie will be a great step-mom to my nephews.<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHQWHaHEyh4/TjdW1ihU8oI/AAAAAAAAMv0/AiDgWyCxIJ0/s1600/brad%2Bengaged.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636068936477110914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHQWHaHEyh4/TjdW1ihU8oI/AAAAAAAAMv0/AiDgWyCxIJ0/s400/brad%2Bengaged.jpg" /></a> We were all asked to be in the wedding...</p><br /><p align="center">bridesmaid, groomsmen, flower girls, ring bearer, jr. bridesmaid and jr. groomsmen. I think we pretty much make the wedding party ha!</p><br /><p align="center">Fallon will be about 5 weeks old at the wedding.</p><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center">Which means I will be 5 weeks postpartum eeeek! </p><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p>We had to get our dresses ordered right away. 9 months pregnant trying to figure out what size to order. I made the mistake of bringing these 2 into the dressing room with me....<br /><br /></p><br /><div align="center">They couldn't stop laughing...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB3xD9Rp49c/TjdUPQszmwI/AAAAAAAAMvs/LxxIRWcE-IU/s1600/bridesmaid%2Bdress%2Btryon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636066079835134722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB3xD9Rp49c/TjdUPQszmwI/AAAAAAAAMvs/LxxIRWcE-IU/s400/bridesmaid%2Bdress%2Btryon.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Finley turned 3!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />We dropped the kids off at Grandmas and spoiled her as the only child for a day!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Then we went back to Grandma's for some cake and to open presents:) </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />Thank you to the Grandma's and Aunt Brianna because Mommy was slacking this year in planning a party.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McIOfaLrNv0/TjxnuhUXPwI/AAAAAAAAMzU/kY1k-ekWCKo/s1600/finley3pres.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494882476441346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McIOfaLrNv0/TjxnuhUXPwI/AAAAAAAAMzU/kY1k-ekWCKo/s400/finley3pres.jpg" /></a><br /><br />She wanted to celebrate Hello Kitty style....<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgYtV65s9Q/TjxnuS7nl4I/AAAAAAAAMzM/Sva187KyR1c/s1600/finley3pose.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494878614558594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgYtV65s9Q/TjxnuS7nl4I/AAAAAAAAMzM/Sva187KyR1c/s400/finley3pose.jpg" /></a><br /><br />We took her to Knotts Berry Farm....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z45zsUlYHFI/TjxnuLsfEPI/AAAAAAAAMzE/JkmocC04OOM/s1600/finley3plane.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494876672037106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z45zsUlYHFI/TjxnuLsfEPI/AAAAAAAAMzE/JkmocC04OOM/s400/finley3plane.jpg" /></a><br />Finley's birthday lasted all weekend. On Sunday we went to Great Grandma's for another little party with all the cousins. Aunt Brianna make cupcakes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bptfkpppwdI/TjxncGIzSTI/AAAAAAAAMy8/luGf7c4WKSA/s1600/finley3party.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494565942544690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bptfkpppwdI/TjxncGIzSTI/AAAAAAAAMy8/luGf7c4WKSA/s400/finley3party.jpg" /></a><br />Finley thanked her with a makeover:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh5Z5wUk2V4/TjxnbNhvYhI/AAAAAAAAMy0/APsHQEa7QHc/s1600/finley3makeupbrianna.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494550746325522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh5Z5wUk2V4/TjxnbNhvYhI/AAAAAAAAMy0/APsHQEa7QHc/s400/finley3makeupbrianna.jpg" /></a><br />Even Berlyn got make-up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFwXqdxwQsc/Tjxna1fGUbI/AAAAAAAAMys/Ewn1ZZHR53E/s1600/finley3makeup3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494544292794802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFwXqdxwQsc/Tjxna1fGUbI/AAAAAAAAMys/Ewn1ZZHR53E/s400/finley3makeup3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />hold still....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8ge4ZQ4qsQ/Tjxnagi2DWI/AAAAAAAAMyk/6xgozKNy4Dg/s1600/finley3makeup2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494538671361378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8ge4ZQ4qsQ/Tjxnagi2DWI/AAAAAAAAMyk/6xgozKNy4Dg/s400/finley3makeup2.jpg" /></a><br />Berlyn just wanted to eat the make-up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCon9Hgl8fY/TjxnacI3vkI/AAAAAAAAMyc/HCYL7S_ToDQ/s1600/finley3makeup.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494537488678466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCon9Hgl8fY/TjxnacI3vkI/AAAAAAAAMyc/HCYL7S_ToDQ/s400/finley3makeup.jpg" /></a> all the cousins and papa enjoying the cupcakes....<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnFQz7_SdQ/TjxnLGnR_EI/AAAAAAAAMyM/s-VwlEUea5U/s1600/finley3gramps.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494274012609602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnFQz7_SdQ/TjxnLGnR_EI/AAAAAAAAMyM/s-VwlEUea5U/s400/finley3gramps.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb7urcmjA3U/TjxnK2500UI/AAAAAAAAMyE/N-EXHceLsmE/s1600/finley3fun2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494269795422530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb7urcmjA3U/TjxnK2500UI/AAAAAAAAMyE/N-EXHceLsmE/s400/finley3fun2.jpg" /></a><br />she loved all the special attention!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iXNOaosR4Mw/TjxnK7K9acI/AAAAAAAAMx8/12PH6fn7UyQ/s1600/finley3daddy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494270941030850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iXNOaosR4Mw/TjxnK7K9acI/AAAAAAAAMx8/12PH6fn7UyQ/s400/finley3daddy.jpg" /></a><br />blowing out the candles...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sY5-ys2TS1Q/TjxnKeAQr-I/AAAAAAAAMx0/7HTHib7XqIU/s1600/finley3cousins.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494263111528418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sY5-ys2TS1Q/TjxnKeAQr-I/AAAAAAAAMx0/7HTHib7XqIU/s400/finley3cousins.jpg" /></a> and again....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhOtbsLc-rk/Tjxm7hjsznI/AAAAAAAAMxs/7qEmUfyyO3Q/s1600/finley3cake.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494006367440498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhOtbsLc-rk/Tjxm7hjsznI/AAAAAAAAMxs/7qEmUfyyO3Q/s400/finley3cake.jpg" /></a><br />Finley and Berlyn...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VM3niPXBeUc/Tjxm7fFuZwI/AAAAAAAAMxk/CL3s5uti5Ck/s1600/finley3berlyn.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494005704845058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VM3niPXBeUc/Tjxm7fFuZwI/AAAAAAAAMxk/CL3s5uti5Ck/s400/finley3berlyn.jpg" /></a> weeeeeee<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4W03eP0v0k/Tjxm7E0JdfI/AAAAAAAAMxc/bZEi2rvYYSE/s1600/finley3%2Bweee.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493998651799026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4W03eP0v0k/Tjxm7E0JdfI/AAAAAAAAMxc/bZEi2rvYYSE/s400/finley3%2Bweee.jpg" /></a>Faith and Landen got Finley this purse. <br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmWnp4H1GnI/Tjxm6776cOI/AAAAAAAAMxU/O8dR0U-tF-M/s1600/finley3%2Bpurse.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493996268450018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmWnp4H1GnI/Tjxm6776cOI/AAAAAAAAMxU/O8dR0U-tF-M/s400/finley3%2Bpurse.jpg" /></a> Best friends<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbEUjhuu4gQ/Tjxm6ynLvOI/AAAAAAAAMxM/tcAf99Vs5rg/s1600/finley3%2Bposers.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493993765584098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbEUjhuu4gQ/Tjxm6ynLvOI/AAAAAAAAMxM/tcAf99Vs5rg/s400/finley3%2Bposers.jpg" /></a> posers </div><br /><div><br />they asked if they could wear lipstick because it was a special day.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knSheTxeFls/TjxmubJreqI/AAAAAAAAMxE/xQlszAXsMwE/s1600/finley3%2Bpose.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493781309389474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knSheTxeFls/TjxmubJreqI/AAAAAAAAMxE/xQlszAXsMwE/s400/finley3%2Bpose.jpg" /></a><br />Only child for a day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5mtaLWdM6g/TjxmuNlynLI/AAAAAAAAMw8/qH-undGyGQA/s1600/finley3%2Bonly%2Bchild.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493777669201074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5mtaLWdM6g/TjxmuNlynLI/AAAAAAAAMw8/qH-undGyGQA/s400/finley3%2Bonly%2Bchild.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CfuDmWXPQrA/Tjxmt193k0I/AAAAAAAAMw0/yAl4ID7CLLQ/s1600/finley3%2Bmakeup5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493771327738690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CfuDmWXPQrA/Tjxmt193k0I/AAAAAAAAMw0/yAl4ID7CLLQ/s400/finley3%2Bmakeup5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6qbFBqnrf4/Tjxmtp-4TfI/AAAAAAAAMws/74tg7mCHZ2k/s1600/finley3%2Bmakeup4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493768110755314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6qbFBqnrf4/Tjxmtp-4TfI/AAAAAAAAMws/74tg7mCHZ2k/s400/finley3%2Bmakeup4.jpg" /></a><br />The kids and I decorated the downstairs so that when Finley woke up it was all pretty for her:) The kids each gave her cards and presents they got for her with their own money.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zo0fPiZgyao/TjxmtXXApWI/AAAAAAAAMwk/utui6CtXLvY/s1600/finley3%2Bhome.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493763111691618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zo0fPiZgyao/TjxmtXXApWI/AAAAAAAAMwk/utui6CtXLvY/s400/finley3%2Bhome.jpg" /></a><br />I'm "free" 3 now!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3RkvgDyzSg/Tjxmf3T3hHI/AAAAAAAAMwc/csTCTWe6hQA/s1600/finley3%2Bfingers.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493531170276466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3RkvgDyzSg/Tjxmf3T3hHI/AAAAAAAAMwc/csTCTWe6hQA/s400/finley3%2Bfingers.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-RQQaGsYP8/TjxmfcELWOI/AAAAAAAAMwU/8jXN7zw_R70/s1600/finley3%2Bcarfast.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493523856709858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-RQQaGsYP8/TjxmfcELWOI/AAAAAAAAMwU/8jXN7zw_R70/s400/finley3%2Bcarfast.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzuOkkOO30A/TjxmfROO0oI/AAAAAAAAMwM/2ryJuctksT0/s1600/finley3%2Bcar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493520946090626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzuOkkOO30A/TjxmfROO0oI/AAAAAAAAMwM/2ryJuctksT0/s400/finley3%2Bcar.jpg" /></a>Austin picked out a present all by himself and paid for it with his hard earned lawn mowing money.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYfCE09BSR4/TjxmfNMCjsI/AAAAAAAAMwE/2oS0PPt910E/s1600/finley3%2Bautyboy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493519863156418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYfCE09BSR4/TjxmfNMCjsI/AAAAAAAAMwE/2oS0PPt910E/s400/finley3%2Bautyboy.jpg" /></a>Thank you Auty!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzuQud2lNPY/Tjxme7sgcxI/AAAAAAAAMv8/wtMa78c6uxA/s1600/finley3%2Bautpres.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637493515167494930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzuQud2lNPY/Tjxme7sgcxI/AAAAAAAAMv8/wtMa78c6uxA/s400/finley3%2Bautpres.jpg" /></a><br />So I'm 38 weeks.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Fallon's foot is stuck in my right rib.( painful!)</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Doc doesn't think she will be big (lets hope he's right!)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I had a cracked rib at the beginning of my pregnancy. Feels like it's broken again??</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Faith was 9lbs 10oz foot stuck in rib. She had to wear casts for 2 wks. Hoping that's not the case with Fallon. (Feels the same)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We signed our life away till Dec... Austin is playing football and Justin is coaching. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Austin made starting QB and is one of the captains. He survived hell week in this hot weather. I can't imagine football practice in this heat with my head stuck in a helmet. He loves it and can't wait for games to start. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Faith will be cheering for the team and Landen is helping Dad.(water boy):)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I'll be sitting on the sidelines cheering the team on with 3 cute little girls by my side:)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Yesterday, I felt so blessed, had my house cleaners come (because I'm slacking at cleaning it myself;/ ). House was all clean, laundry was done and put away. Got a massage and pedicure. My Mom even called and said she bought me a new diaper bag:)</div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Today, I'm really sore....house cleaners put a wax on my bathroom tile floor. Let's just say I'm clumsy these last few weeks and slipped getting out of the shower. I pulled every muscle in my body with that fall...I'm embarrassed to say that was my 3rd fall this pregnancy. These kids keep leaving toys out that I can't see because of my belly!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I need another massage!</div><br /><br /><div><br />Bye for now, maybe next time I will be posting pictures of Fallon:)</div><br /><br /><div>and be a little less cranky and clumsy!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDsoQyQZhKo/TjxnLa4vtAI/AAAAAAAAMyU/QahfrWt9f_E/s1600/finley3horse.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637494279454569474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CDsoQyQZhKo/TjxnLa4vtAI/AAAAAAAAMyU/QahfrWt9f_E/s400/finley3horse.jpg" /></a>the only ride I went on that day:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-88370864246391530452011-07-20T17:30:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:33:19.209-07:00Keepin' Them Busy!<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Being in the last few weeks of pregnancy it always seems to go by soooooooo sloooow! Then once the baby arrives time flies! Why is that? I'm really <em>trying</em> to enjoy these last weeks. My energy level is so low. I'm not one to sit around but my body is telling me to. Having 5 busy kids that don't understand Mom just laying around doesn't help. I've been trying to plan little activities to keep them busy.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Every summer we have a lemonade sale. It's one of their favorite things to do. We have made it a tradition every summer. Here are some <a href="http://blogginbridget.blogspot.com/2008/07/lemonade-sale.html">lemonade sales in the past</a>. (look how little they were) We usually have it only one day for a couple hours. This summer the kids did so well the first day they begged me to let them set up a second day.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCpgRd5e56s/Tidlshu-nyI/AAAAAAAAMtE/NiQ_26CRx_I/s1600/lemon28.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581674694156066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCpgRd5e56s/Tidlshu-nyI/AAAAAAAAMtE/NiQ_26CRx_I/s400/lemon28.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>Austin and Faith made the little stand out of left over pvc pipe in the garage and an old table cloth I had. They borrowed some things from my kitchen to make the table look pretty:)<br /><br />Austin was the manager, Faith was in charge of marketing (making things look pretty) Landen the professional sign twirler, Farrah the dancer, and Finley the taste tester:) Mommy the photographer and heath inspector:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br />Before they could even get all set up they had cars pulling up....</p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igdH8xDpnbY/TidmUMlxJRI/AAAAAAAAMu8/kq34fH-wUMs/s1600/lemon41.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582356213146898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igdH8xDpnbY/TidmUMlxJRI/AAAAAAAAMu8/kq34fH-wUMs/s400/lemon41.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>business was booming! I guess it helps if the sign twirlers are cute:)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRQAJ3zw27A/TidmKiVgP8I/AAAAAAAAMus/ZPN2Qz1nqGw/s1600/lemon4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582190251818946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRQAJ3zw27A/TidmKiVgP8I/AAAAAAAAMus/ZPN2Qz1nqGw/s400/lemon4.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>I parked on the side of the street with the air on. Finley was sleeping so I just watched from the car and took pictures.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxHYVV0r9Xc/TidmKZYDibI/AAAAAAAAMuk/6ow8KfuGFRw/s1600/lemon39.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582187846601138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxHYVV0r9Xc/TidmKZYDibI/AAAAAAAAMuk/6ow8KfuGFRw/s400/lemon39.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>They are pros at it now...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxNXACwb3vY/TidmKCr91BI/AAAAAAAAMuc/wpJ1mrV9CDY/s1600/lemon38.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582181756097554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxNXACwb3vY/TidmKCr91BI/AAAAAAAAMuc/wpJ1mrV9CDY/s400/lemon38.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>I did keep a close eye on them but started to get nervous when they got really busy and Landen was walking up to cars...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvAvxoP1iHA/TidmKCmlBUI/AAAAAAAAMuU/6QzaUoq-cVw/s1600/lemon37.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582181733500226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvAvxoP1iHA/TidmKCmlBUI/AAAAAAAAMuU/6QzaUoq-cVw/s400/lemon37.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>I woke Finley up and we walked to be closer to the kids. Even though my kids know to be safe, these days you just have to be careful.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpt_QlL4X5M/TidmJ1raQSI/AAAAAAAAMuM/Xa5IsvT6oIo/s1600/lemon36.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582178264105250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpt_QlL4X5M/TidmJ1raQSI/AAAAAAAAMuM/Xa5IsvT6oIo/s400/lemon36.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqJNOF0vyOA/Tidl9lppShI/AAAAAAAAMuE/wkZBabVFH54/s1600/lemon35.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581967803304466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqJNOF0vyOA/Tidl9lppShI/AAAAAAAAMuE/wkZBabVFH54/s400/lemon35.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><br />Finley enjoyed tasting the lemonade more than she did trying to sell it:)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-745TGeHFkzI/TidltOxQHhI/AAAAAAAAMtc/MtrBQqV9iZc/s1600/lemon30.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581686783286802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-745TGeHFkzI/TidltOxQHhI/AAAAAAAAMtc/MtrBQqV9iZc/s400/lemon30.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>such a business man:)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eVP4jvcThE/TidlsmSj8mI/AAAAAAAAMtM/IzlWeiWrpuU/s1600/lemon29.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581675917144674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eVP4jvcThE/TidlsmSj8mI/AAAAAAAAMtM/IzlWeiWrpuU/s400/lemon29.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br />Finely decided to join in, I think she wanted to have her fair share of the days profits.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vd3qlvsYOC8/TidlaAGxSOI/AAAAAAAAMss/LwjUBnn0PQA/s1600/lemon26.jpg"></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581356429494498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vd3qlvsYOC8/TidlaAGxSOI/AAAAAAAAMss/LwjUBnn0PQA/s400/lemon26.jpg" /></a></p>The kids were asking 25cents per cup but people were paying up to $5.00 a cup! Must of been good lemonade they made. ha!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PB7fYyFU9dw/TidlaPrPJvI/AAAAAAAAMsk/Hbrhf0gwVgI/s1600/lemon25.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581360608978674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PB7fYyFU9dw/TidlaPrPJvI/AAAAAAAAMsk/Hbrhf0gwVgI/s400/lemon25.jpg" /></a> After about 2 hours Farrah needed a nap...so she laid down and took one. ha!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xKua-6jKbE/TidlZawNUqI/AAAAAAAAMsU/Y3YNji2qAhM/s1600/lemon23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581346402751138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xKua-6jKbE/TidlZawNUqI/AAAAAAAAMsU/Y3YNji2qAhM/s400/lemon23.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8mNa3-u4yE/TidlMO4PTXI/AAAAAAAAMsE/TxqC87cifNo/s1600/lemon21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631581119876910450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8mNa3-u4yE/TidlMO4PTXI/AAAAAAAAMsE/TxqC87cifNo/s400/lemon21.jpg" /></a> Some stopped and got out of their cars, some wanted curb side service and others just waved as they drove by.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mt4Lf9RfHyQ/Tidk2HrIh6I/AAAAAAAAMrc/QjUp5Ht0ifw/s1600/lemon17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580739985770402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mt4Lf9RfHyQ/Tidk2HrIh6I/AAAAAAAAMrc/QjUp5Ht0ifw/s400/lemon17.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mZ4GP8hVeU/Tidk1Y9KTBI/AAAAAAAAMrM/REzbO7083Kw/s1600/lemon15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580727444917266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mZ4GP8hVeU/Tidk1Y9KTBI/AAAAAAAAMrM/REzbO7083Kw/s400/lemon15.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGpDGW3RVAU/Tidk0jj-ueI/AAAAAAAAMrE/YiLO6R9MkFM/s1600/lemon14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631580713112222178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGpDGW3RVAU/Tidk0jj-ueI/AAAAAAAAMrE/YiLO6R9MkFM/s400/lemon14.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />The kids soon ran out of lemonade and cups and had to close down their stand. I was about to close it down as their health inspector after seeing the way they handled some of the cups. ha! I was surprised to see people actually drinking the lemonade. I think it's cute but would never really drink lemonade from a kids stand. Sad but true. We talked about making sure they kept their hands clean and to use a cup not their hands to fill the cups with ice:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">The second day they were just as busy.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">The served over 50 cups.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Even the fire department showed up.<br /><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7kGnnhr0ec/TidmU0YXdkI/AAAAAAAAMvM/DOPeYh-r-9c/s1600/lemonfire.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582366894356034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7kGnnhr0ec/TidmU0YXdkI/AAAAAAAAMvM/DOPeYh-r-9c/s400/lemonfire.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>The kids counted their money at the end of 2 days of working...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Paid Mom back for costs on products, figured out profit and split it up with all the employees:)</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Now they will give some, save some and spend some. Something I'm trying to teach them. Something I'm trying to teach myself:) ha!<br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiDWoTFRbG4/TidmUToPTYI/AAAAAAAAMvE/PVoQRFxDRJo/s1600/lemon42.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631582358102560130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiDWoTFRbG4/TidmUToPTYI/AAAAAAAAMvE/PVoQRFxDRJo/s400/lemon42.jpg" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2WpWlb8HqA/TidvJFQpmrI/AAAAAAAAMvU/uvoh1tNYbeY/s1600/summer%2Bnights2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631592060871613106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2WpWlb8HqA/TidvJFQpmrI/AAAAAAAAMvU/uvoh1tNYbeY/s400/summer%2Bnights2.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>Daddy has been working long hours this summer so by the end of the day I am beat (and so is he) </p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">He still finds time to play with them and give me some peace and quiet:)<br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><br /><br /><br />Even if it's just taking them outside and having them roll around on the grass! haha!</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WDxvD9Kaa0/TidkKdRkddI/AAAAAAAAMqM/gSBZ5u-J358/s1600/summer%2Bnights.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631579989869884882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WDxvD9Kaa0/TidkKdRkddI/AAAAAAAAMqM/gSBZ5u-J358/s400/summer%2Bnights.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>Well, I better get dinner going.......</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">or maybe I can get my big money makers to treat their tired parents out to dinner;) </p>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-39843925697829973182011-07-13T21:54:00.000-07:002011-07-17T19:05:45.117-07:00Weekend With The Little Ones<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hXl4oI2--I/Th52-4xlGpI/AAAAAAAAMpc/b64klg5QXyo/s1600/cars%2Bcut.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067407024003730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hXl4oI2--I/Th52-4xlGpI/AAAAAAAAMpc/b64klg5QXyo/s400/cars%2Bcut.jpg" /></a> The big kids had a blast at camp. They came home telling me how they ate meal worms and drank oreo, corn, ravioli, chili and (I forget what else)..shakes. ew! I gave them each throw away cameras to take. Can't wait to see what pictures are on those...haha</div><br /><div align="center">They had a blast! It took them a good couple days to recover:)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">While they were gone we just had the 3 little ones and enjoyed doing fun things with them....<br /><br />Saturday, I found some card board boxes in the garage and pulled some construction paper from the school room .....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah0Sj12LMsc/Th52-n1WcsI/AAAAAAAAMpU/6GYlIscyo5k/s1600/cars%2Bcut2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067402476417730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah0Sj12LMsc/Th52-n1WcsI/AAAAAAAAMpU/6GYlIscyo5k/s400/cars%2Bcut2.jpg" /></a> traced some things for the kids to cut out....</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Then helped them tape them on their boxes......<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F87LDrWS6hw/Th52_ApAkeI/AAAAAAAAMpk/1qhHbLcSW8Q/s1600/cars%2Bpaper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067409135538658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F87LDrWS6hw/Th52_ApAkeI/AAAAAAAAMpk/1qhHbLcSW8Q/s400/cars%2Bpaper.jpg" /></a> It's amazing how happy the kids were with just some paper, boxes and Mom's attempt to copy a picture of the Cars movie....</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />Daddy did screw in little steering wheels (made out of plastic lids) for them.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />Then we told them to get their PJ's on and get their cars ready....</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4ioqdI8Kpc/Th52yG1uOSI/AAAAAAAAMpE/SYka6OkPHHg/s1600/cars%2Bltfar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067187461175586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4ioqdI8Kpc/Th52yG1uOSI/AAAAAAAAMpE/SYka6OkPHHg/s400/cars%2Bltfar.jpg" /></a><br /><br />on our way to see Cars2 at the drive-in....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCkiE4rB0k/Th52xiAceWI/AAAAAAAAMo8/y5yHi6URPeI/s1600/cars%2Bdrive.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067177574037858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCkiE4rB0k/Th52xiAceWI/AAAAAAAAMo8/y5yHi6URPeI/s400/cars%2Bdrive.jpg" /></a> My 3 little ones had a blast!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac78f98P3jg/Th52xFStDSI/AAAAAAAAMo0/kS1_ZopWyfU/s1600/cars%2Bkids.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067169865993506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac78f98P3jg/Th52xFStDSI/AAAAAAAAMo0/kS1_ZopWyfU/s400/cars%2Bkids.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKPT3VSnmuo/Th52wY1muVI/AAAAAAAAMos/8_EAsSrKpqk/s1600/cars%2Bkids2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067157932783954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKPT3VSnmuo/Th52wY1muVI/AAAAAAAAMos/8_EAsSrKpqk/s400/cars%2Bkids2.jpg" /></a><br />watching the movie in their own cars!:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZq2bnReKk/Th52wJxOEXI/AAAAAAAAMok/FqU2l4bEnLk/s1600/cars%2Bdrivein.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067153887859058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGZq2bnReKk/Th52wJxOEXI/AAAAAAAAMok/FqU2l4bEnLk/s400/cars%2Bdrivein.jpg" /></a><br />I could of used bigger boxes but this is all we had in the garage;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnMepZ0uoI0/Th52-A1YB5I/AAAAAAAAMpM/HqnKa2zgXhI/s1600/cars%2Blt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629067392007538578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnMepZ0uoI0/Th52-A1YB5I/AAAAAAAAMpM/HqnKa2zgXhI/s400/cars%2Blt.jpg" /></a> A fun memory!<br /><br /><br />Well I'm at 35 weeks and am so uunnnnnnncomfortable! I don't know how I did this 6 times?! More than that how my husband put up with me pregnant 6 times! ha!</div><br /><div><br /><br />The Ryan household is getting excited to meet Fallon. </div><br /><div>Everything is ready to go...</div><br /><div><br /><br />I think Finley is ready to become a big sister!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLDAAf8LCgE/TiORFzfrBZI/AAAAAAAAMp8/2DIgwogxQJc/s1600/waiting%2Bfor%2Bfallon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503488051676562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLDAAf8LCgE/TiORFzfrBZI/AAAAAAAAMp8/2DIgwogxQJc/s400/waiting%2Bfor%2Bfallon.jpg" /></a> these are some pictures I took of Finely helping me wash and put away all the baby clothes....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCtSnw9HMaU/TiORFn5YSuI/AAAAAAAAMp0/Hsv3zTa3Y_4/s1600/finny%2Bpose2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503484938275554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCtSnw9HMaU/TiORFn5YSuI/AAAAAAAAMp0/Hsv3zTa3Y_4/s400/finny%2Bpose2.jpg" /></a><br />she loves to come up and kiss my belly and say,"I love Fallon!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MeyIOvWVH5g/TiORFViHXsI/AAAAAAAAMps/HfGl7h-_Agk/s1600/finny%2Bpose.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630503480008859330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MeyIOvWVH5g/TiORFViHXsI/AAAAAAAAMps/HfGl7h-_Agk/s400/finny%2Bpose.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-41607745059268385412011-07-10T06:03:00.000-07:002012-06-19T10:51:04.858-07:00cylis birth<div align="center">
We celebrated Father's Day by taking Daddy out shooting...</div>
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I think my family forgets I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant!</div>
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Then we finished with the kids and I making Daddy a nice dinner and some yummy peach cobbler:)</div>
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Father's day was bittersweet this year as I haven't seen my own Dad much this year but was happy to celebrate it with my husband who will be a new Daddy again!<br />
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We have been enjoying our summer days. It feels so good to wake up and know we don't have our normal school schedule we can just play and be free.....<br />
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We got season passes to a near by waterpark. It's been nice to take the kids there once or twice a week and cool off. The big kids go on the waterslides while the younger ones play in the kiddie pool right in front of the lounge chairs. I lay there sipping my ice tea and every once in awhile will dip in to cool off. I know my time of relaxing is coming to an end!<br />
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In the last 2 weeks we have attended 11 birthday parties between all the kids:)</div>
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All but 2 of the cousins have birthdays in the summer too. So it makes for tons of birthday fun.</div>
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Just think next year we will have a big 1st birthday to celebrate too:)</div>
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I say we just have one big carnival birthday next year!</div>
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My brothers son Cylis turned 4...<br />
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Here's some pics from his party...<br />
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Austin is the oldest and the one to break open spiderman!<br />
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We played water volleyball. </div>
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My sister Brianna her husband John,</div>
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Justin and I were all on one team. </div>
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My other sister Brenda and her husband Scott were on a team with my brother Brad and his girlfriend Jamie.</div>
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We had a blast!<br />
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We throw the kids in the <s>jacuzzi</s> peecuzzi as my brother calls it. ha!</div>
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While the parents play. Good times!</div>
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My team won! My brother hates to loose and we kept teasing him that he lost to a girl, a very pregnant girl:)<br />
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Every year my Grandparents senior park holds a 4th of July parade. I think "we" are the parade!<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuSc2RY4wK0/ThTV0ANMwEI/AAAAAAAAMmM/SwA_IztZ0pU/s1600/4th%2Bunclebrad%2Bkiss.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356923877867586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuSc2RY4wK0/ThTV0ANMwEI/AAAAAAAAMmM/SwA_IztZ0pU/s400/4th%2Bunclebrad%2Bkiss.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 310px;" /></a><br />
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Farrah loves her Uncle Brad<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWzrxUGY5Yw/ThTVzUYb9FI/AAAAAAAAMl8/ll5g57ATcBU/s1600/4th%2Bsunglasses.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356912113841234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWzrxUGY5Yw/ThTVzUYb9FI/AAAAAAAAMl8/ll5g57ATcBU/s400/4th%2Bsunglasses.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 162px;" /></a>After the parade, swimming and beating my brother in volleyball just our family went to go watch fireworks at Redlands University. Best show I've seen.<br />
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My pictures are all out of order, but here is the loosing team. Scott my brother-in-law. Who is about to become a Dad soon. Him and my sister are in the process of adopting:)</div>
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I'm so excited for them!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jiSRrhHZRk/ThTVy680JTI/AAAAAAAAMls/dGpcucTiCFc/s1600/4th%2Bscott.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356905287099698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--jiSRrhHZRk/ThTVy680JTI/AAAAAAAAMls/dGpcucTiCFc/s400/4th%2Bscott.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 229px;" /></a>Let Freedom Ring with ring pops:)<br />
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The parade. </div>
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That's my Grandma in the fancy golf cart she's in charge of the Muncheon Luncheon, my kids and all the cousins, then my Grandpa in the far back driving. He's in charge of the Recycle Club haha!</div>
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Aren't they cute!<br />
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They love showing off all their great grand children!</div>
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Here's the kids at the 9pm firework show. I think I was sleeping when Daddy took this...I was beat!<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qq124ILaB70/ThTVdXuoBNI/AAAAAAAAMlU/gb7nJfGLV6s/s1600/4th%2Bice%2Bcream.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356535055090898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qq124ILaB70/ThTVdXuoBNI/AAAAAAAAMlU/gb7nJfGLV6s/s400/4th%2Bice%2Bcream.jpg" style="display: block; height: 297px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
My Grandpa! We are so close and I love our talks!!!!!<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb68h62-KSc/ThTVdCKJLOI/AAAAAAAAMlM/Eym1yC2VZyQ/s1600/4th%2Bgrandpa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356529264930018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb68h62-KSc/ThTVdCKJLOI/AAAAAAAAMlM/Eym1yC2VZyQ/s400/4th%2Bgrandpa.jpg" style="display: block; height: 233px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>watching the fireworks just before the sprinklers came on!<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIXFEi3pGys/ThTVcz6E7BI/AAAAAAAAMlE/Cj_pjFhXOrU/s1600/4th%2Bfireworks.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356525439446034" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIXFEi3pGys/ThTVcz6E7BI/AAAAAAAAMlE/Cj_pjFhXOrU/s400/4th%2Bfireworks.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 294px;" /></a> my star child:)<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scrnTYLLgQI/ThTVD02a8MI/AAAAAAAAMk8/WBLVjg-Be5k/s1600/4th%2Bfinncupcake.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626356096195817666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scrnTYLLgQI/ThTVD02a8MI/AAAAAAAAMk8/WBLVjg-Be5k/s400/4th%2Bfinncupcake.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 221px;" /></a> I think we went a little crazy with the paint this year!<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGlFsHGI0xk/ThTUt9OBjgI/AAAAAAAAMkM/PiCqrGxteHI/s1600/4th%2Bfaith%2Bn%2Bgranny.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626355720485178882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGlFsHGI0xk/ThTUt9OBjgI/AAAAAAAAMkM/PiCqrGxteHI/s400/4th%2Bfaith%2Bn%2Bgranny.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 310px;" /></a> Maggie is always in the parade too and so is this hot Granny! haha!<br />
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This was Sunday night dinner. I did a 4th of July theme. </div>
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Here is Daddy making <a href="http://familyfun.go.com/4th-of-july/4th-of-july-recipes/4th-of-july-cold-drinks/">red white a blue drinks</a> for the kids.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg3L5U1BGWM/ThTUtv803RI/AAAAAAAAMkE/V2ibaeALdPY/s1600/4th%2Bdrink.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626355716923383058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg3L5U1BGWM/ThTUtv803RI/AAAAAAAAMkE/V2ibaeALdPY/s400/4th%2Bdrink.jpg" style="display: block; height: 334px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7JdTRW-5JCA/ThTUtKq58XI/AAAAAAAAMj8/NwRWAthHZHs/s1600/4th%2Bdinner.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626355706916106610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7JdTRW-5JCA/ThTUtKq58XI/AAAAAAAAMj8/NwRWAthHZHs/s400/4th%2Bdinner.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 384px;" /></a> We read books about the 4th of July and why we celebrate it. It was so neat to hear the kids say, "we've been to Independance Hall." </div>
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They learned so much history on our trip and I'm surprised at how much they remember. Even the little ones:)<br />
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Dancing after the parade....they told us they are going to get married when they grow up!<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXAxznVpvTY/ThTUs7umL7I/AAAAAAAAMj0/H7p8-xpJx8g/s1600/4th%2Bdance.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626355702905057202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXAxznVpvTY/ThTUs7umL7I/AAAAAAAAMj0/H7p8-xpJx8g/s400/4th%2Bdance.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4EG57iib4I/ThTUdOL70jI/AAAAAAAAMjs/UiLf_OyC_hU/s1600/4th%2Bdance%2Bfarrah.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626355432982041138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4EG57iib4I/ThTUdOL70jI/AAAAAAAAMjs/UiLf_OyC_hU/s400/4th%2Bdance%2Bfarrah.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 206px;" /></a> I love this picture above. This sweet man came up to Farrah and asked her to dance. He twirled her around and she just loved it!<br />
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then went back to dancing with her future husband.<br />
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Our Sunday night dinner....Daddy reading a story to our young patriots:)<br />
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</div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-28942941916439521992011-07-09T11:00:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:51:09.469-07:00Baby Sprinkle<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcjRESIaUFA/ThTWt8bJ_0I/AAAAAAAAMn0/cngDbluplK4/s1600/showertinydeb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357919295078210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcjRESIaUFA/ThTWt8bJ_0I/AAAAAAAAMn0/cngDbluplK4/s400/showertinydeb.jpg" /></a> I look extra big here because my Mom is so tiny!<br />or at least that's what I'm telling myself while looking at these ha!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwniVOWFv0U/ThTWtYtqV8I/AAAAAAAAMns/N9A6z_flafc/s1600/showermom2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357909709019074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwniVOWFv0U/ThTWtYtqV8I/AAAAAAAAMns/N9A6z_flafc/s400/showermom2.jpg" /></a><br />I really didn't need a shower being that this is my 4th girl, but my Mom and sisters wanted to "sprinkle" me with love and diapers:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oX8zljHt3w/ThTWtCTRyiI/AAAAAAAAMnk/8R-uv3Om6SM/s1600/showermom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357903692778018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oX8zljHt3w/ThTWtCTRyiI/AAAAAAAAMnk/8R-uv3Om6SM/s400/showermom.jpg" /></a><br />We had the shower on a weekday evening. Just a few friends and family...it was perfect!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWJpeZ75ooQ/ThTWs0rDeCI/AAAAAAAAMnc/nCYecL9_YnE/s1600/showerme.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357900034406434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWJpeZ75ooQ/ThTWs0rDeCI/AAAAAAAAMnc/nCYecL9_YnE/s400/showerme.jpg" /></a> My Grandma!<br /><br /><br />Her and my Grandpa will be watching all the kids while I'm in the hospital.<br /><br /><br />She is already planning dinners and things to do with them:)<br /><br /><br />I don't know what I would do without them!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ek4n65Vos3U/ThTWsLC9XuI/AAAAAAAAMnU/byykBEenhr8/s1600/showergrandma.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357888860380898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ek4n65Vos3U/ThTWsLC9XuI/AAAAAAAAMnU/byykBEenhr8/s400/showergrandma.jpg" /></a><br />My Mom and sisters made yummy appetizers and desserts.<br /><br /><br />Faith took all these pictures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HE8zkDFtAA/ThTWfoApiuI/AAAAAAAAMnM/iI7ktDyYiW8/s1600/showerfood.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357673297021666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HE8zkDFtAA/ThTWfoApiuI/AAAAAAAAMnM/iI7ktDyYiW8/s400/showerfood.jpg" /></a><br />I don't think Farrah had enough dessert ha...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alrz_HixkOo/ThTWfTuvRII/AAAAAAAAMnE/2CEuH150xwc/s1600/showerfarrahsweets.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357667853190274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alrz_HixkOo/ThTWfTuvRII/AAAAAAAAMnE/2CEuH150xwc/s400/showerfarrahsweets.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4OaWQVd9zI/ThTWez692_I/AAAAAAAAMm8/1cNhlsgCKrM/s1600/showerfarrah.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357659314543602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K4OaWQVd9zI/ThTWez692_I/AAAAAAAAMm8/1cNhlsgCKrM/s400/showerfarrah.jpg" /></a> I love all the embroidery items! I love the way her name looks spelt out!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6riM0K_Nskk/ThTWex2CLII/AAAAAAAAMm0/T8jPgr1aSiI/s1600/showerfaith.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357658756983938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6riM0K_Nskk/ThTWex2CLII/AAAAAAAAMm0/T8jPgr1aSiI/s400/showerfaith.jpg" /></a><br />We took a group shot late in the night after some had already left....and that crazy girl in front would be my sister aka the hostess with the mostess<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fXLD8dLJt4/ThTWem5lc_I/AAAAAAAAMms/UxPeySKSb80/s1600/showerbrianna.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626357655819088882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fXLD8dLJt4/ThTWem5lc_I/AAAAAAAAMms/UxPeySKSb80/s400/showerbrianna.jpg" /></a> the hostess that has thrown 6 baby showers for me!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Give it up for Brianna!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>One of my friends couldn't make it and her comment to them was," don't worry, I'm sure Bridget will have another shower next year."</div><br /><br /><br /><div>She's joking, I know she secretly lives to party plan!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Thank you everyone!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-14403784315653830392011-07-08T23:00:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:06:11.049-07:00Love Notes<div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5hnFB4SoXY/ThgBLeuZPyI/AAAAAAAAMoc/C2ewqAJI7aM/s1600/kids%2Bcamp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627249031137279778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5hnFB4SoXY/ThgBLeuZPyI/AAAAAAAAMoc/C2ewqAJI7aM/s400/kids%2Bcamp.jpg" /></a> Today two of my <s>babies</s> big kids left for summer camp.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">They will only be gone 3 days but it's the first night and I'm already missing them:/</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm sure there probably yelling “Who rocks the house?” until their blue in the face as I type this. Not <em>even</em> thinking about missing home. sigh.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm happy for them, and I know they are going to enjoy every minute and make such neat memories. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I've prayed for them this week that God will open their hearts to all he has for them this weekend and that they will grow in their walk because of this trip:)</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I just have to share,</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Faith wrote each of us a note (on her cute little stationary)</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Dad,</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Thank you for working hard for us so we can do fun things! I love you so much! I'm glad we get to spend nights together at prom! You are the coolest dad in the world. Thank you for working for this family! Thank you for driving us across the country! Thank you for making money so we can have this house! When your gone I always wish you were here! That's why I like the weekends! Have a good day at work. I love you Dad! You set a very good example for us. Your the best Dad in the world!</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love, Faith</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>melt me!</strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Mom,</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I love you soooo much. I'm glad I was put in this family! I love this house and my room. I love you sooo much. It's fun when we can go for a drive all by ourselves!</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love, Faith</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>love this girl!</strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Austin,</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>God Bless you Austin. It's so good to have a big brother around! Especially when your chain breaks on your bike or when you need help with a project! I'm glad God gave me a big brother! Your awesome! I love you so much! I hope you can use your talents for Him. </em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love, Faith</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>ahhhh......</strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Landen,</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Your such a good brother, even when your wild! I will admit you are better than me in most things. I'm sorry about all the fits we have. I'll try to be a better sister. Yes, I do love you! I hope God can use your talents and energy for something to serve him.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love, Faith</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>haha too sweet!</strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Farrah, </em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I love you so much! Don't worry even when your older you'll still be a princess! You are such a good little sister to me. I love when you always want to hold my hand or you want to wear your boots because I'm wearing mine. I'm glad I'm your partner!</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love, Faith</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>they are so close even though they are 6 yrs apart.</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Finley,</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I love you so much! It's good to have a little sister like you around. Your funny and you always want to snuggle. Your so pretty and sweet. </em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Love, Faith</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>love!</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">On another note...I'm 2 days short of 34 weeks! </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeQqKdB-mbQ/ThgAtOsMHrI/AAAAAAAAMoU/7_TSyuzwxqw/s1600/8%2Bmonths%2Bpreg%2Bwith%2BFallon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248511436988082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeQqKdB-mbQ/ThgAtOsMHrI/AAAAAAAAMoU/7_TSyuzwxqw/s400/8%2Bmonths%2Bpreg%2Bwith%2BFallon.jpg" /></a>I haven't been giving the little girls baths because of my big belly:)</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">It's hard to get up and down so I've just been throwing them in the shower.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Tonight Farrah said, "Mommy when are you going to stop spraying us off and just bath tub us again?" </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I thought that was too cute!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I told her, </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">"Soon honey....we don't have much longer:)" </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">She has been asking almost every day since December, "when is the baby coming out?"</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm sure she's starting to wonder if her Mommy will ever be normal again.<br /><br /><br />I took these pictures of me actually to send to my husband while he was at work. ha! By the time he gets home from work my hair is usually pulled up in a messy mom bun, I'm a sweaty mess and I have changed into whatever is comfy. Now days a moomoo. Poor guy! So, I sent him these because I did my hair, make-up and put on a dress. For once, maybe twice this pregnancy:0</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zI73FlgMfmI/ThgAs2R4BfI/AAAAAAAAMoM/WpdBRu98tAk/s1600/8%2Bmonths%2Bpreg%2Bwith%2BFallon%2B3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248504884168178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zI73FlgMfmI/ThgAs2R4BfI/AAAAAAAAMoM/WpdBRu98tAk/s400/8%2Bmonths%2Bpreg%2Bwith%2BFallon%2B3.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><br />I was getting ready to head out the door to a "baby sprinkle" my Mom and sisters were throwing me:) I'll share pics later.<br /><br />I am seriously so excited to meet Fallon. It's so exciting to see who God will send to bless us with this time. Each of our children are so unique and precious. I can't wait to see the faces of my children as they see their little sister for the first time! </p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Not saying I'm the best Mom, but I really feel like I become a better Mom with each child I have. Maybe it's because I have more love:) oh...and the smell....It will be so nice to kiss and smell a little one again. I love the newborn scent, it's so sweet!</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">I also can't wait to share this time with my husband. I really believe the birth of a baby is the ultimate fulfillment of love between a husband and wife. I love him more with each child we have! </p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Ok, I'm getting mushy, but I just can. not. wait!</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhsRueGtsBE/ThgAsovutzI/AAAAAAAAMoE/rfp1VOXEOnM/s1600/8%2Bmonths%2Bpreg%2Bwith%2BFallon%2B2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248501251290930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhsRueGtsBE/ThgAsovutzI/AAAAAAAAMoE/rfp1VOXEOnM/s400/8%2Bmonths%2Bpreg%2Bwith%2BFallon%2B2.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>I feel so blessed that God has decided to reward us again with another little love:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-6694988878226438422011-07-08T22:10:00.000-07:002011-07-08T22:29:51.907-07:00Vaccinations........Last night I went to a vaccine workshop to educate myself on both sides of the vaccine debate. I have always wondered since my first child was born almost 12 years ago if I was doing the right thing. Now with having a newborn and being pressured by the "No Shot No School" campaign to vaccinate my 7th grader I feel I need to really educate myself. I have gone to a couple different workshops now, one being very pro-vaccine and the other being very against them. This meeting was hearing both sides <a href="http://www.drfeder.com/index.php?page=articles&action=viewArticle&articleID=156">pro's and con's</a>. I went with an open mind and ready to learn. I am on information overload (so please bare with me as I just type what I had jotted down last night) and after leaving I felt like I had even more questions than I had walking in. It was an open type meeting where parents would ask questions and the panel of doctors would answer them. A very well respected <a href="http://www.llu.edu/news/today/today_story.page?id=1543">doctor from Loma Linda</a> was one of the doctors answering a lot of the questions. There were holistic doctors who were strongly against vaccines but Dr. Katiraei from Loma Linda was giving his take on vaccinations. He believes that there is a no size fits all vaccination. Every child is different. Every family is different and the environment they live in is different. The same dosage is given to an 8lb baby that they give to a 50lb child. Most vaccinations are protocol but not necessarily needed. Like the Hep B within 12 hours of birth. <a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/topics/vaccines/hepatitis-b-vaccine-and-disease-do-newborns-need-vaccine-sexually-transmitted">Who's idea was it to vaccinate ALL newborn babies for a sexually transmitted disease? </a>Another example for protocol I saw last week was when I went in for a prenatal check up. I'm Rh-neg and so is my husband so I don't need the Rhogam shot. I know who the babies daddy is and therefore I do not need the shot. They still fought to give it to me because it's protocol. I have never had it before. I know who my babies daddies are:) I understand it's their job but as the patient you should know your own body and your own child. A lot of the pressure is to protect the doctor, which I can understand. It is his job, but it is our job as parents to know our children and what is best for them or us. Vaccinating them on the state or government schedule might not be best for your child's health. He also feels vaccines are more convenient for parents than they are for your child's health. So kids don't get sick therefore parents won't need to take time off work. It's good for kids to get sick, it builds the immune system. There is a place for vaccinations but vaccinating for everything under the sun is not safe. He went over what is in the vaccines such as foreign tissue, aborted fetus, mercury, aluminum etc.... He talked about the MMR being very unnatural for the body. Parents need to look into the long term effects that can be caused by vaccines. Many children will get vaccines and will be perfectly fine but in others it can trigger such things as autism, asthma, allergies, eczema (just to name a few) etc... The doctor recommended that each parent look at your child's family history. Your genetic pool, do you have autism in your family line, then maybe a vaccine could trigger it in your child. Something I never thought about that he brought up was to get the name, date, and batch your child's vaccine is coming from. What does the vaccine your getting your child grow on? Does your child have a food allergy to something that the vaccine in grown on. Breastfeeding is huge! They stressed how important breastfeeding is for your child. If you are not going to breastfeed your baby and put them in daycare at 6weeks etc (I'm using this as an example) then maybe you should vaccinate your child. Their immune system is not as strong as if you were to breastfeed. If you do plan on breastfeeding and your child will not be around a lot of kids then you should be fine not vaccinating them. Your child's diet plays a big part in their heath as well. A great resource is<a href="http://www.drfeder.com/"> Dr. Feder's website</a> you may want to take a look around her site. I also found <a href="https://littlemountainhomeopathy.wordpress.com/tag/alternative-vaccine-schedule/">this article</a> helpful. As far as school, you are the parent and the school can't make you vaccinate your child. It really is as simple as a waiver, ok and a lot of hassle from them:) But remember you are the parent! Here is a list to help you <a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/topics/vaccines/find-vaccine-friendly-doctor-near-you">find a vaccine friendly doctor near you</a> either to skip vaccines all together (and they will happily treat your child), or help you with a more personal vaccine schedule or delay schedule.<br /><br />I know some friends that didn't vaccinate their children until they went on mission trips. Then they were vaccinated before leaving the country. Or before joining the service. Or even entering college. Some schools do require.<br /><br />The doctor that does have children doesn't vaccinate. The one who doesn't said if he were to vaccinate his child or his best friends child it would be only the following....<br /><br /><br />The<a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/002023.htm"> Hib vaccine</a>( doctor said it's still out there.)<br /><a href="http://www.prevnar13.com/What-Is-Prevnar13">Prevnar</a><br />and maybe <a href="http://www.drfeder.com/index.php?page=articles&action=viewArticle&articleID=336">Pertussis</a>.<br />the Verasela vaccine (chicken pox) he recommends delaying until teenage years.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm going to be ordering this book:<br />The Parents' Concise Guide to Childhood Vaccinations by Dr. Lauren Feder<br /><br />It covers important issues such as:<br /><br />• If you have chosen to vaccinate your children, she offers both practical<br /><br />medical and natural remedies to avoid possible side effects.<br /><br />• If you have chosen not to vaccinate your children, she offers natural medicines to strengthen your child’s immune system, along with tips on how to deal with legal exemptions, school requirements, and medical insurance.<br /><br />• If you’re just not sure what to do, she offers a balanced and easy-to-understand discussion of the issues, explaining the truth about the effectiveness of vaccinations, side effects, and much more.<br /><br />My 11 yr old son Austin joined me as he is interested in the medical field and I felt it would be a good learning experience for him. As we walked out the first thing he said was, "You are not injecting me with the Pertussis!" I think the meeting scared him a bit as he said, "nothings safe!" It really does come down to educating yourself and knowing your children and what is best for each individual child. They are all different!!!<br /><br />Please feel free to share in the comment section.<br />Those of you that attended the meeting last night, I'm sure I left a lot of info out, please feel free to add your comments as well.<br />This is a hot topic that many of us are confused on. I think it's important to take the time to look into it though!<br />I think we can all learn for each other.Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956456543868988997noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397026679704324535.post-58368480837344859222011-06-24T22:14:00.001-07:002011-06-24T22:18:52.665-07:00A Wonderful Day Spent With My KiddosYesterday I took the kids to Kidspace in Pasadena for a day of fun. 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