tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64611035954775561192024-03-13T02:02:09.798-05:00Ruffled WishesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-88974681367230461342012-01-07T16:37:00.005-06:002012-01-07T18:30:23.452-06:00Stocking Full of CoalThe title of this post is not what I recieved but exactly what I did not. This year I was full of thanksgiving and joy and peace. I had a renewed sense of what hope the birth of Jesus brought to our world over 2,000 years ago since we ourselves had a little one crawling (yes, crawling at 6 months) around. I cry each time I hear the song "Strange Way to Save the World" because, if you really and truly think about the story of Jesus' birth it makes absolutely NO sense that He arrived the way He did. The second verse of Silent Night totally sums it up for me too..."Radiant beams from Thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace. He was, is and will be that redeeming grace that we all long to find at some point in our lives.<br />So, this Christmas I made a point to not think about what I wanted or 'needed' but really think about what God has continued to bless all of of us with even though we are not at all worthy of any of it. Now, for picture overload.....<br /><br />My precious maternal grandparents, Baba and Bupper. They have loved on each other for over 60 years and continue to demonstrate commitment and a marriage as God intended. She was holding his hand as he held her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gZvU6URSyF97eMz4fqvIIUUG8GwXxeP_cBDQOa-EKT2yhUSs46eFPuvCfye4QOPst4cJgF-jd8m8ss7E9zcCBDnWHiZmq6NYtIiirZUuevTz2fHlFGFAhKYJWh2Pm3sMfM37-pjOZAn9/s1600/Christmas2011_0645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gZvU6URSyF97eMz4fqvIIUUG8GwXxeP_cBDQOa-EKT2yhUSs46eFPuvCfye4QOPst4cJgF-jd8m8ss7E9zcCBDnWHiZmq6NYtIiirZUuevTz2fHlFGFAhKYJWh2Pm3sMfM37-pjOZAn9/s400/Christmas2011_0645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695023689565447042" /></a><br />Tripp and Jay in a 50 year old plus tree house that used to stand at my grandmother, Puddie's house. It was built by hand by my dad's cousin who was an only child and came to Puddie's house to play with my dad and his brother and sisters. This tree house has been a fort, a kitchen a foxhole and quiet place for dozens of Ruff cousins, 12 grandchildren and God only knows how many swim students that graced the grounds of the 'Ruff Lawn' in Tupelo.....let the next generation of imaginations begin!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK509qKKJug2cg1ai2AE3rBUJQSTMyntOUTP_gvTEECUdEgbOc3-y2UX7Kq_76bhXEJxoSAfY7G5-o1uulwtN3h5umDYkhmKJEgK322frryJ4sVunsxNR0YhYrgirioSqOincrACJrACaM/s1600/Christmas2011_0642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK509qKKJug2cg1ai2AE3rBUJQSTMyntOUTP_gvTEECUdEgbOc3-y2UX7Kq_76bhXEJxoSAfY7G5-o1uulwtN3h5umDYkhmKJEgK322frryJ4sVunsxNR0YhYrgirioSqOincrACJrACaM/s400/Christmas2011_0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695023685061597762" /></a><br />This is a painful picture for me, a strange girl football fan that LOVES her Rebels! But, like father, like son and it does look pretty cute on this little man. He has taken it off all of 5 times since Christmas night.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqx6QXtne4-2ZjgVALcQnxMfhXFtHb6XK5k9ppiqA6RuCh4yw9Vb50Gt_XoHo22h1EYXdRlTYZYj1sleFO-OkWSLOClWb5kP80Wj4vMY4A_oNJhCHsqoKZ-N2fp58AyC1sDsN479I4q3y/s1600/Christmas2011_0660.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqx6QXtne4-2ZjgVALcQnxMfhXFtHb6XK5k9ppiqA6RuCh4yw9Vb50Gt_XoHo22h1EYXdRlTYZYj1sleFO-OkWSLOClWb5kP80Wj4vMY4A_oNJhCHsqoKZ-N2fp58AyC1sDsN479I4q3y/s400/Christmas2011_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695023717322128594" /></a><br />Perfect Form<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyOzUFWmxF9N6hNhPivW8GMAIyx6SsLrtwE3Cup7RZuPql5KLPeQXeyb-wuPxuVZbs0PrN0LrlnLMLih5lsU4iwZTFK6aGNnejA1f7nMyBNL814NhuLM7s4h58aZBgdCghQSOOI0x2gfu/s1600/Christmas2011_0677.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyOzUFWmxF9N6hNhPivW8GMAIyx6SsLrtwE3Cup7RZuPql5KLPeQXeyb-wuPxuVZbs0PrN0LrlnLMLih5lsU4iwZTFK6aGNnejA1f7nMyBNL814NhuLM7s4h58aZBgdCghQSOOI0x2gfu/s400/Christmas2011_0677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029599441193346" /></a><br />Where's Tripp?? Still riding his bike in the garage....with a football jersey and bike helmet on! Safety First is his new bike motto (thanks to me)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFCxv1iQSRaIkv5s3GUYzrjwopGGa1VFgvyk-97equ8MOWlAkZkOTd09p1WsqDY3lV2tyk7GmcPkpD_K2LTboXsaDAQJ-mCdK9Rwro-25FxnT1kBnQ0AljAn_gObkw3TvGSr-QDF9akXj/s1600/Christmas2011_0649.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFCxv1iQSRaIkv5s3GUYzrjwopGGa1VFgvyk-97equ8MOWlAkZkOTd09p1WsqDY3lV2tyk7GmcPkpD_K2LTboXsaDAQJ-mCdK9Rwro-25FxnT1kBnQ0AljAn_gObkw3TvGSr-QDF9akXj/s400/Christmas2011_0649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695023701504359378" /></a><br />Don't call Child Services. We don't let our 6 month old watch TV....this close anyway! At least she was watching a team that wins games on a regular basis!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwhI81ivrkpkQrkhQAruKwYOJqLL2x8f-2c5VNBPxMFbdAk8de9rikkkc-usp-IQvdHrHryUDktGgU5rPYGxq1OJhrVdmedxlDl8NCKo7cXE52TSFzKvKUn2hsXa2vBd4AlcIXpRYODc5/s1600/Christmas2011_0648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwhI81ivrkpkQrkhQAruKwYOJqLL2x8f-2c5VNBPxMFbdAk8de9rikkkc-usp-IQvdHrHryUDktGgU5rPYGxq1OJhrVdmedxlDl8NCKo7cXE52TSFzKvKUn2hsXa2vBd4AlcIXpRYODc5/s400/Christmas2011_0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695023699710342466" /></a><br />Priceless...and worth EVERY penny and painstaking minute of putting it together. I have 3 words, TWO RIGHT PEDALS!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKouR7d2xhUu8_6HsXQL1SEOvq15ky2SufHT4pDNjQt41nFYIg-3Ypg8JKBK1IonG-LylLNQa1N_RyaF8wrWgBF_DLcqk-EWM1Q2npcgkRyk3ilYphElt7AtkPfh_7y1erDtU_W25kemql/s1600/Christmas2011_0741.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKouR7d2xhUu8_6HsXQL1SEOvq15ky2SufHT4pDNjQt41nFYIg-3Ypg8JKBK1IonG-LylLNQa1N_RyaF8wrWgBF_DLcqk-EWM1Q2npcgkRyk3ilYphElt7AtkPfh_7y1erDtU_W25kemql/s400/Christmas2011_0741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029616895655314" /></a><br />My precious nephew who obviously believes sticking his tongue out just right will make his decorating skills perfect<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdy4c_CzYyFjjfHCWyKQUcEpTtcdEjYqwnntad2KydqGw3PQYj3yzRmr23rK9V7LFpNvayVkAVlnEY0P51f8r4Zxa91ocWmnZ3fbhQtLQWG68EuKFt5XJgIKQ11F4Z-ejFWxWDZ6e-rHU0/s1600/Christmas2011_0705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdy4c_CzYyFjjfHCWyKQUcEpTtcdEjYqwnntad2KydqGw3PQYj3yzRmr23rK9V7LFpNvayVkAVlnEY0P51f8r4Zxa91ocWmnZ3fbhQtLQWG68EuKFt5XJgIKQ11F4Z-ejFWxWDZ6e-rHU0/s400/Christmas2011_0705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029606848949058" /></a><br />Sums everything up from this Christmas! oh, if she only knew.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwP8Pv_jlcObFcL3lv0wM-DWuRcZeWZfHdJPFZTeHmkpCM_yUbvkV5TO0Ukcpu8MYOSVQuniYHVaYoRu7UQmyY6d05mhqOZr0X25Co9XIzBW2kG_vZQ9VSEgzaI_UC1AQ_Kne94mXQPVn/s1600/Christmas2011_0740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwP8Pv_jlcObFcL3lv0wM-DWuRcZeWZfHdJPFZTeHmkpCM_yUbvkV5TO0Ukcpu8MYOSVQuniYHVaYoRu7UQmyY6d05mhqOZr0X25Co9XIzBW2kG_vZQ9VSEgzaI_UC1AQ_Kne94mXQPVn/s400/Christmas2011_0740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029607378343442" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-84547029514348618042011-10-08T09:47:00.004-05:002011-10-08T10:18:16.172-05:00FALLing in loveI don't know what it is about the beginning of fall and the beginning of Spring but both seasons seems to do something to people. People are nicer, fresher in a sense. You go to the grocery store greeted by huge mums and vibrant apples and a smile can't help but creep itself across your face. <br />I have several fall memories that I hold as close to me as a cup of hot cider. One is being at my grandmother's house in Tupelo during football season. She lived off an old gravel road lined with a dairy barn, a silo and huge ancient oaks. I can still hear the sound of the gravel underneath her Buick hatchback Skylark (which of course we were allowed to drive at 10 years of age!!). Being a family of 14 cousins we were never shorted for imagination and games outside. My cousin, Blair, and I would always rake all the leaves into the shape of our 'dream house' complete with rooms, hallways and anything else we could come up with in our 7 year old heads. Then the boys would come out and those hallways quickly turned into football boundary markers. We would play two-hand touch (TACKLE for siblings) football until the fireflies came out to be caught in glass jars.<br />I love fall. I love the smells, the football, the food and the family that goes effortlessly with fall. I cannot wait to start traditions with my 2 and can only pray the world of movies, video games and iPads never takes the place of fallen leaves and imagintation!<br />"Grandma's house is where cousins go to become best friends"<br /><a href="http://scrambledhenfruit.blogspot.com/2010/11/caramel-stuffed-apple-cider-cookies.html">Caramel Stuffed Apple-Cider Cookies</a>-I mean, YUMMMM!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoB81J1EhxywuZ0X0SftvlMMHdugfO0ThuhdJ1oqGYqIZ5WVutOvzb2eAHnLRb_6zAplKBrDAMlwtUQk8iVP8PnTN7v9YyIf4lCOAmtV7EoHfsnPTM8vSlrvzR-dg6vNt-ox5B9bffcdR/s1600/cookies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoB81J1EhxywuZ0X0SftvlMMHdugfO0ThuhdJ1oqGYqIZ5WVutOvzb2eAHnLRb_6zAplKBrDAMlwtUQk8iVP8PnTN7v9YyIf4lCOAmtV7EoHfsnPTM8vSlrvzR-dg6vNt-ox5B9bffcdR/s400/cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661136764617048610" /></a><br />The <a href="http://www.olemiss.edu">GREATEST place </a>to tailgate!!! okay, I might be a little biased but I do believe you have to go at LEAST once. You won't see beautiful girls in dresses and heels for a football game anywhere else in this world.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGPup7D9g9cGedwpw66qP16vn6MzC273T6LqQA5pwFF1tvB-zPw-eU-OdmMVd_Oc01VarsjimNgXMkYqyITh9Fiykz_IXCdv-FiUwydTlu9uOe2A5CVFjp0KA50Ggq7xjRbiPrXoLShmE/s1600/people_in_grove_1_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGPup7D9g9cGedwpw66qP16vn6MzC273T6LqQA5pwFF1tvB-zPw-eU-OdmMVd_Oc01VarsjimNgXMkYqyITh9Fiykz_IXCdv-FiUwydTlu9uOe2A5CVFjp0KA50Ggq7xjRbiPrXoLShmE/s400/people_in_grove_1_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661136758849099954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuW6S-8MnoUgGWuAhtY1Kj5PvFFEQVqlYPnJTRXjQYV_qUZt0GLG8Fzrj8_OQb02CxjEhN2yIH-PlIDWlBY7y61qZOxHVo6aFDJcAV6L5j39oaEZT2vUHYLvkD1mQq6hIFo5-tNrBtxBN/s1600/Fallen_Leaves.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuW6S-8MnoUgGWuAhtY1Kj5PvFFEQVqlYPnJTRXjQYV_qUZt0GLG8Fzrj8_OQb02CxjEhN2yIH-PlIDWlBY7y61qZOxHVo6aFDJcAV6L5j39oaEZT2vUHYLvkD1mQq6hIFo5-tNrBtxBN/s400/Fallen_Leaves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661136754238542450" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-34754395974905362652011-09-23T13:55:00.003-05:002011-09-23T14:30:55.130-05:00a brand new lookI love change. Call me strange, odd, weird, whatever but I love it. I was raised as the only daughter with three brothers to a naval officer father so moving was bred into me at birth. I was born in Hawaii and moved 3 times before I was even 5. SEVERAL moves later I found myself at Ole Miss for 4 years and realized that was the longest I had ever "lived" anywhere. I don't have a house that I 'grew up in' per say, I don't go home and hang out with friends I've known since kindergarten or see teachers that taught me in 4th grade. Rather, I have compiled a laundry list of memories from places and people here and there that has shaped my childhood and much of who I am today.<br />I wasn't allowed to meet a stranger or be shy. When you're a navy 'brat' you have to be willing to "make new friends but keep the old" as the ancient saying tells you so. This happens to be something I value in myself and carry around as 'my thing'. <br />So, I've decided to change the name of this blog since SO many people read it {insert chuckle here} and were probably tired of seeing Jay, Emily, Tripp and baby sister on the way on my header being that she's 15 weeks old now! <br />I have had the name 'Ruffled Wishes' on the brain now for some time and since I can't really change the name of my <a href="http://www.2911creations.blogspot.com">business</a> I decided I could always change the name of this blog. Ruffled is a combination of my maiden name, Ruff, and how I feel most days these days. Most of us like others to think we have it all together, no ruffles or ripples, and deep down realize that this is very far from the truth behind closed doors. I on the other hand wear my heart, life and faith on my sleeve....with or without ruffles on it. With God, we are not called to be fearful but trusting and confident that with Him we are safe, cared for and loved. I don't fear what ruffles God chooses to cast our way because I know that WITH Him it will create a stronger woman, mother, wife, daughter and friend out of me. Just like the quote from my favorite movie, Steel Magnolia's {such oscar winning material;)} "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger".....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bCsrt8o0QW7VacKy8V1MMdLhI5f4hAkDGzPqDGfLw6TmoujxHiHbuZFKOgYEaaA8u9BvlEVQn2A_6gKPVGguZ6WJ-mO1KtW-la8Qjdys4EhUldxh26RmQ_2gsKgwe7Q_NYssLeWTTY3i/s1600/steel+magnolias.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bCsrt8o0QW7VacKy8V1MMdLhI5f4hAkDGzPqDGfLw6TmoujxHiHbuZFKOgYEaaA8u9BvlEVQn2A_6gKPVGguZ6WJ-mO1KtW-la8Qjdys4EhUldxh26RmQ_2gsKgwe7Q_NYssLeWTTY3i/s400/steel+magnolias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655637379804089874" /></a><br />Wishes is from my married name, Witcher, and how I actually go about my life....wishfully thinking and trusting God beyond my husband's understanding. Not much bothers me and that really bothers him sometimes! I have wishes for my marriage, wishes for my son and daughter and my own life. Wishes are something we are told to make on stars and believe in at a very young age and I'm a firm believer that it's wishes that allow some to take one more step, smile during dark times or even live one more day. <br />So, here we have Ruffled Wishes. <br />Ruffled Wishes is what I have and I'm proud of it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-87675470803947941092011-08-15T20:20:00.000-05:002011-08-15T20:21:01.129-05:002 months 2 fastWhen you say something is 2 months away it feels like a lifetime. When that thing has passed it seems that it came and went too fast and you long for the time BEFORE it happened. I read a survey on happiness the other day and research showed that people are happiest up to 8 weeks BEFORE a vacation or fun event is occuring and this made me stop and think about our family and me 8 weeks ago....
<br />We were headed towards the hospital in anticipation of our sweet little girl to arrive. Tripp was not yet a big brother and we were still a family of three. That was BEFORE it happened and needless to say we were thrilled beyond words. But now, 8 weeks has passed and she's 2 months old just like that! Tripp is a precious, protective and proud big brother and we are now a family of four (and happy to stay that way;)!
<br />We had the chance to finally get out to Jay's family cabin in north Mississippi this weekend. Jay deserved some downtime and we deserved some time to get down with Jay;). Sunday it was just us four for the first time in 8 WEEKS!!! Tripp drove the boat and Sophie had her very first ride, pure blessed bliss is all I can say.
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I know we, as mothers, sacrifice a lot for our spouses and children but that sacrifice would be twice as hard (at least in my life) if my husband didn't sacrifice in return for his family. <br />Anyone that knows Jay personally will giggle when you mention his name due largely to the fact that he does just that, makes you giggle! It was what drew me to him from the first meeting and it's honestly the main trait that has kept me coming back through all the ups and downs. I'm not sure he realizes that when he's not trying to be funny is when he's truly the funniest and I love this about him.<br />-He is one of the hardest workers and most self-determined and self-disciplined (unless it comes to sweets) men I know next to my dad. He is gifted at what he does on a daily basis and those that come in to contact with him on a work level sense this immediately.<br />-He's an amazing athlete and I can only pray (believe me there is nothing too small) that Tripp has an iota of his ability.<br />*on a sidenote, I consider myself pretty athletic too so Sophie does have that going for her too*<br />-He's loyal to a fault but if he has to have one, I don't mind it being loyalty at all!<br />-Of course he's a fabulous father and I know Tripp already admires him and Sophie will soon have him wrapped around her finger.<br /><br />Sunday we will celebrate our SEVENTH anniversary and although this doesn't sound very long to most of you out there (since I have like 3 readers:), we dated for 5 years LONG DISTANCE before we even got engaged so really that 7 should have an asteric alongside it when we celebrate...not to mention I'm a Rebel and he's a bulldog. Making that work alone is a test from God! <br />He is still the love of my life and when I look back at all we've been through together I grin a little wider every time knowing that we made it and will continue to make it as long as God allows us on this earth....together. <br />He never reads our blog but if he just so happens to-<br />I LOVE YOU, JAY WITCHER!!!! <br />Our family and I am better because of you and I honestly thank my God every time I remember you and all He's walked us through with His guidance and never ending grace!<br /><br />Our first dance, so young<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_-L0rRkeKafqt-W5lxekP4NndeJ2O-DYNQDlZVc2lG5lSbLj7VvUqsZ-QVrH0-1tA1TF2m0hdoMSd-ALbYf-jdBeIy2DjMNxPw-6or3z4FqOR8boPVKcCIXaTNmR8bNTeA516o1aXMFZ/s1600/wedding3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_-L0rRkeKafqt-W5lxekP4NndeJ2O-DYNQDlZVc2lG5lSbLj7VvUqsZ-QVrH0-1tA1TF2m0hdoMSd-ALbYf-jdBeIy2DjMNxPw-6or3z4FqOR8boPVKcCIXaTNmR8bNTeA516o1aXMFZ/s400/wedding3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631905164592381410" /></a><br />Typical photo of Jay when we try to take a picture<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HNL-_KuscgjSe2k5ZU5ehh1rdfrHWo0b1CbgkJ8l39KksE5RhRIc_MMIQKtVWLOV6JUMfzWzkuDCBDhFB2uVwTfStx2QUt-t3fJw6QoJFHuodFGJhokvx3g129aZ7LL9V8saetv6wRwF/s1600/goodness...take+a+normal+picture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HNL-_KuscgjSe2k5ZU5ehh1rdfrHWo0b1CbgkJ8l39KksE5RhRIc_MMIQKtVWLOV6JUMfzWzkuDCBDhFB2uVwTfStx2QUt-t3fJw6QoJFHuodFGJhokvx3g129aZ7LL9V8saetv6wRwF/s400/goodness...take+a+normal+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631905157791226834" /></a><br />The day Tripp was born. He was so proud it was a boy that would carry hi namesake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfuwmFoXdSqnv_xmTnvrpgTz0r9OqUHabzkTP8XeoufZI_lwFyYfbLV857Fm9HSJFi2QNFMcfzml7pIo6LZm8_T8DvBiBlPRbJD5giblgAsWHZgFCm73FDNANe7kUEqmjExjAvm0qirLJ/s1600/proud+papa2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfuwmFoXdSqnv_xmTnvrpgTz0r9OqUHabzkTP8XeoufZI_lwFyYfbLV857Fm9HSJFi2QNFMcfzml7pIo6LZm8_T8DvBiBlPRbJD5giblgAsWHZgFCm73FDNANe7kUEqmjExjAvm0qirLJ/s400/proud+papa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631905149939992866" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-78252907982381393982011-07-14T15:41:00.006-05:002011-07-14T15:52:50.483-05:00Plus OneWell, we are officially plus ONE, one month later. Sophie is the "fweetest" (tripp language) and we already can't imagine our family without her here. <br />Sophie Ann<br />June 14th, 2011<br />6 pounds, 10 ounces<br />8:29 am<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-a0NLIao8nlVvLn9fGtQsp799aMYpGBL0Rg6Ho1vsXW6OvwaES_4zi5LN_lH5MaF9822TcxOGV-Biv7yDHr4hyphenhyphenRHIEvulT6CHQy0dStRT6oROcPqVYYm2ffLtAJQU2MMIqXwB5xyuVUN/s1600/IMG_3136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-a0NLIao8nlVvLn9fGtQsp799aMYpGBL0Rg6Ho1vsXW6OvwaES_4zi5LN_lH5MaF9822TcxOGV-Biv7yDHr4hyphenhyphenRHIEvulT6CHQy0dStRT6oROcPqVYYm2ffLtAJQU2MMIqXwB5xyuVUN/s400/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629312475807197810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzL4aBjFtwB6JULL2-_6AT3i8whdm-T6NRyCjHw75tGKD2aENkdPOATGRmsZxt8-qv5aYNrcTDpL0lYh5g6P-D-UdWrjfpmEjMy25nJYdovreKzPhpp63VUVZNhVywUwxO-NA1VsBeHYN/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzL4aBjFtwB6JULL2-_6AT3i8whdm-T6NRyCjHw75tGKD2aENkdPOATGRmsZxt8-qv5aYNrcTDpL0lYh5g6P-D-UdWrjfpmEjMy25nJYdovreKzPhpp63VUVZNhVywUwxO-NA1VsBeHYN/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629312471336659314" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-WCpbx-OsT6pBfd_UjNlVkJ40OAvHBPQpqQbqE9k0A83XhsPwpiUYFPAbVh4ExliUg8CEWA_KVzL5EW95KFCfNEp4FUT4WhZavD-Bq15Tiwy4tdqiPI3nh1gA3etdegKaMKLm3-rFU-I/s1600/IMG_3043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-WCpbx-OsT6pBfd_UjNlVkJ40OAvHBPQpqQbqE9k0A83XhsPwpiUYFPAbVh4ExliUg8CEWA_KVzL5EW95KFCfNEp4FUT4WhZavD-Bq15Tiwy4tdqiPI3nh1gA3etdegKaMKLm3-rFU-I/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629312470610018882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraAwzDZhdNw4YgIrGgTfjKO9M0n4-cpmdDZNTgG0V3zkkx91QUi_lY4OOjxplN7g8zIFDOMBoCntHB32UbJOMXZKywd1gJqL0rWQALqMc95TAiXecgbwd9ABvJBTgnNyblo5_1w0Kokvu/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraAwzDZhdNw4YgIrGgTfjKO9M0n4-cpmdDZNTgG0V3zkkx91QUi_lY4OOjxplN7g8zIFDOMBoCntHB32UbJOMXZKywd1gJqL0rWQALqMc95TAiXecgbwd9ABvJBTgnNyblo5_1w0Kokvu/s400/IMG_3130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629313232033140274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZy3tJbasx9YJwSVLy-10EBT3InXVwWYQsrNHCytfrqfin2AIVszE0oll5EbKOJ_noQ6FENevmm7y_8veQr1dFYdqO021Qgwy8Z8BDx6KYySr4pxtHWgpkx62dvaA0IRa8Mb_aJDOs9YQZ/s1600/IMG_3335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZy3tJbasx9YJwSVLy-10EBT3InXVwWYQsrNHCytfrqfin2AIVszE0oll5EbKOJ_noQ6FENevmm7y_8veQr1dFYdqO021Qgwy8Z8BDx6KYySr4pxtHWgpkx62dvaA0IRa8Mb_aJDOs9YQZ/s400/IMG_3335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629312698318105794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-G0Ydiogv6KxC9Pgav0j4uJXtYxB1IppfuzG1-SncbRn8Zhl33fuDKkg_NFj9AJl5SHVKrPP9Yfwkk3vWxxYKDSgUHwhaqbMEkyvCIbwDZ899jCoqFGf9_OL4f6SuW1gzXrl7grTk1VP9/s1600/IMG_3340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-G0Ydiogv6KxC9Pgav0j4uJXtYxB1IppfuzG1-SncbRn8Zhl33fuDKkg_NFj9AJl5SHVKrPP9Yfwkk3vWxxYKDSgUHwhaqbMEkyvCIbwDZ899jCoqFGf9_OL4f6SuW1gzXrl7grTk1VP9/s400/IMG_3340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629312487730784418" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-39156348883152339492011-06-06T08:24:00.005-05:002011-06-06T09:39:36.146-05:00A Party to RememberTripp's Birthday party was Saturday and we celebrated with a sports theme. He kept telling Jay and me that all he wanted was "hard balls" at his party and we weren't really sure what to make of that until we realized he meant REAL balls that he could throw, not the plastic ones we let him use inside! So, it went off without a hitch <br />(8 days out from having little girl)and he is still saying that he loved his birthday!<br />The main table-<br />Baseball cupcakes (made by me), strawberry cake with the goal post topper, game dogs, peanut 'putter' and jelly sandwiches, chip shots (chips) and peanuts<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQVaGActjdexqspka7K37S__kSPWdfSPQOfqPVj5vGTdFI7wotHPvIg8fitbOWNqGUD3v7qYx-apee_kOy4UnLz7XotAL4C5s5YViC-tLSN8DChgdTBAUi2eywEerJfcUtPfOKREtTkmP/s1600/IMG_2966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQVaGActjdexqspka7K37S__kSPWdfSPQOfqPVj5vGTdFI7wotHPvIg8fitbOWNqGUD3v7qYx-apee_kOy4UnLz7XotAL4C5s5YViC-tLSN8DChgdTBAUi2eywEerJfcUtPfOKREtTkmP/s400/IMG_2966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615099142438373346" /></a><br />The cake which was DELICIOUS!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FMCL-0rc4fcPdFws2BO-CdFd4zUpZBUv3mdzIDZnpzYiwfRq2iz_B6bs9KkCyo2l_adxgEzKPYwsxbQlSWmCcAv6SMQ14aZaHmLjvvNbA89GDTbLpvowrQlaomhvZveU9f5HE7pJno2M/s1600/IMG_2954.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNwbSdmZJJh_4EphkFEzV905dwLjLwOZWyzU1BX4C5uQ6TnuWltupdf0nRUuwq_i7KH7W0wxuNwK68Wk5G4szEStO-hKelEb-3lV-9jI2V2mfef0YxrGaidQDLSL483TG2oUord5-0GoH/s400/IMG_2958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615097528455231986" /></a><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdo6HmMIi6TvehrJZimbOgnWQcQHNpvEQPigcqBy5cQ6YygJlyf47SjzGmO_JuQheZDBQ_dA362mRH80c_cSjUjlErTzzbRtc5srD3rGeh5ITNZcTh33jAfwtbydDaie5RO60i1G4HEDEM/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdo6HmMIi6TvehrJZimbOgnWQcQHNpvEQPigcqBy5cQ6YygJlyf47SjzGmO_JuQheZDBQ_dA362mRH80c_cSjUjlErTzzbRtc5srD3rGeh5ITNZcTh33jAfwtbydDaie5RO60i1G4HEDEM/s400/IMG_2961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615099137981526594" /></a><br />I did the stickers and they are waterproof and removable-<a href="http://www.2911creations.blogspot.com">29:11 Creations</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHhwdqetHf7lEhVj321wtTm-P5b0NZDM3EUvagZX-6082zmlWgn78BCcekXwjswW_098cjyxqx8AWMjgnjNbBjR9SvFL3V1ZJLDj6dTe449l3kEAt__8o4GZbZ3eCfPMbhvkHcHr5A1eP/s1600/IMG_2957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHhwdqetHf7lEhVj321wtTm-P5b0NZDM3EUvagZX-6082zmlWgn78BCcekXwjswW_098cjyxqx8AWMjgnjNbBjR9SvFL3V1ZJLDj6dTe449l3kEAt__8o4GZbZ3eCfPMbhvkHcHr5A1eP/s400/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615097520446785506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboAsvIaQvxoTIzvboqjMDmzlUGTwqyMp5aGxsIlCMI4Qp_3OcyUFYcduQGxeqG0sg66QNFjy3BBRPFH7B2HBViW4jjhiVx3hGKOZVLzvhD_KJEh8cipILVEA1ZSlizP4iY3Ai_Xqe3igO/s1600/IMG_2956.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboAsvIaQvxoTIzvboqjMDmzlUGTwqyMp5aGxsIlCMI4Qp_3OcyUFYcduQGxeqG0sg66QNFjy3BBRPFH7B2HBViW4jjhiVx3hGKOZVLzvhD_KJEh8cipILVEA1ZSlizP4iY3Ai_Xqe3igO/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615097511523312866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L9Ww__gLbNeo8DbN8rZNdZ5ZhNm17xHzKK2G1aouWHZJ8VjQ-c3-ieMSFmYBrKwy7H6EJxwgUHWPFeSJeboFdzDzhMfgMQVcoHG1fX5TIwq60IbxROusWBtuhOJpyPcgaRANzNlTVAJ0/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L9Ww__gLbNeo8DbN8rZNdZ5ZhNm17xHzKK2G1aouWHZJ8VjQ-c3-ieMSFmYBrKwy7H6EJxwgUHWPFeSJeboFdzDzhMfgMQVcoHG1fX5TIwq60IbxROusWBtuhOJpyPcgaRANzNlTVAJ0/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615099153140479170" /></a><br />He wouldn't blow out his own candle so Jay and I took charge<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rZarRJjyr1HgUUQnvKKKg1CEudgnUojTMWdSVLHaCjZ-vfjesq0c7mgZFKrT0uCNiAvdG5SFQ3k9ph94eV7wFMfVAP-N1NWeIPEySrm6hcIYJ2-ABK1PJsoH0pi8MkZsBSCAyyRh-1FM/s1600/IMG_2987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rZarRJjyr1HgUUQnvKKKg1CEudgnUojTMWdSVLHaCjZ-vfjesq0c7mgZFKrT0uCNiAvdG5SFQ3k9ph94eV7wFMfVAP-N1NWeIPEySrm6hcIYJ2-ABK1PJsoH0pi8MkZsBSCAyyRh-1FM/s400/IMG_2987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615099167519769970" /></a><br />LOVED his jersey shirt made by my sweet friend Jamie at Goochie by Jamie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYkRI7YOcNVn7Nih_8-nCUK9h6h3cVeG3dYUxQFcnT_2p7r0OwlpXLor6oyJ0jp0jxniulcdDS1x6Ta_ePS5pS37cqnfMZPA2XPyyDl9X_SZB5hBWuabjmG8o-45T9cvKQWYCbeCy2Nuu/s1600/IMG_2985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYkRI7YOcNVn7Nih_8-nCUK9h6h3cVeG3dYUxQFcnT_2p7r0OwlpXLor6oyJ0jp0jxniulcdDS1x6Ta_ePS5pS37cqnfMZPA2XPyyDl9X_SZB5hBWuabjmG8o-45T9cvKQWYCbeCy2Nuu/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615099160994204962" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-38841929087486857382011-05-24T12:31:00.004-05:002011-05-24T12:38:02.865-05:00On the CalendarWell, our date is set for little sister to arrive, unless of course she decides to appear on her own time. The doctor called this morning and we are scheduled for Tuesday, June 14th....my youngest brother's birthday!<br />This is totally bittersweet for me and I'm open to admitting that now. I mentioned to Jay the other night that I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore but not so sure I'm 'ready' for a baby. But, is anyone really ever READY??? Not at all!!<br />For now I'm just praying that Tripp adjusts well and my brain stays in tact....or at least somewhat in tact. <br />Any advice is welcome on going from one to two.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-52198127359208878682011-05-02T14:11:00.006-05:002011-05-02T14:32:03.809-05:00Tornado Relief Drive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_uTK5RU2_pykJvpU8ZcSmXmeBEbcLTyDmVUCd7bvrDt9CgEyc09pbksvgamz9jzpZmXIVQc5I7L2mH9gw9LvXdQT_WZ5Fhcil4vMOEGKeQG0TMK7XTNwnWs56oKXNwfQoq52-c-CBNLK/s1600/logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_uTK5RU2_pykJvpU8ZcSmXmeBEbcLTyDmVUCd7bvrDt9CgEyc09pbksvgamz9jzpZmXIVQc5I7L2mH9gw9LvXdQT_WZ5Fhcil4vMOEGKeQG0TMK7XTNwnWs56oKXNwfQoq52-c-CBNLK/s400/logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602198695094123634" /></a><br />I can't help but have a broken heart for all those affected in North MS and AL with the recent tornadoes. I know God is calling me to take action and I'm blessed that I work with an amazing group of women that will help! My <a href="www.arbonne.com">Arbonne</a> team has compiled a list of products Arbonne offers that were being requested for victims and with every purchase of one of these items an identical item will be donated....<a href="www.onefor1.org">ONE for ONE</a>!! There is no limit or minimum on what you can buy/donate so PLEASE help us in this effort!!! <br />Below is a sample order form and you can purchase online as well at www.onefor1.org<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebWAUESe4UNreLmAMepRs65X0_1Z-1JiAFbFdZx489FObEt79nkQQ7rlhKFdP3WrjYkCaY3E5Pky9G22SgGphhxw-K5ag8hiyt_6bImv922stVWD5Of1l8ZGtiZ3KiSgau4SdS3LkaCFv/s1600/order+form.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebWAUESe4UNreLmAMepRs65X0_1Z-1JiAFbFdZx489FObEt79nkQQ7rlhKFdP3WrjYkCaY3E5Pky9G22SgGphhxw-K5ag8hiyt_6bImv922stVWD5Of1l8ZGtiZ3KiSgau4SdS3LkaCFv/s400/order+form.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602201158975361586" /></a><br />PLEASE forward this to your friends and family and email me at infoonefor1@gmail.com<br />with any questions or orders!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-30308399189642142062011-04-20T07:52:00.002-05:002011-04-20T07:55:49.336-05:00New Baby anxietyI found this on a <a href="http://memoriesoncloverlane.blogspot.com">blog</a> I love and got a kick out of it! Glad to know I'm not the only one feeling the way I feel (and I'm sure Jay has felt this entire time) Enjoy and smile.....<br /><br />From a reader-<br />I am currently 37 weeks pregnant with my second child (another boy!). My first, Jack, is three and is the light of our lives, although we're finding out that three is a challenging age. Envelope pushing is his hobby, I think. But he's funny as all get out and we're left in stitches most of the time.<br />Anyway, I'm writing because, frankly, I'm scared out of my wits about having another baby. Tell me that I didn't just screw up a good thing by getting pregnant again, even if it was a totally planned pregnancy.<br /><br /><br />(me with Isaac and newborn Abbey)<br />Well, all I can do is tell you how I felt. <br /><br />With every single baby, but the first (because I was clueless), I had TOTAL new baby anxiety. When I'd find out I was pregnant, I'd be overjoyed and blah blah blah, and then morning sickness would set in, my house, schedule, EVERYTHING would become more and more unraveled and I'd just panic. What the heck did I do? I can't handle the kids I have already, I'd think. Why did I think adding another to the mix was a good idea?<br /><br />And then during the second trimester I'd feel all good and Pottery Barn Kid-ish, where I'd picture everything going so smoothly and color-coordinated and smiley.<br /><br />And then during the third trimester I'd be huge and tired and crabby and impatient, especially at the end. Those last two weeks (and I mean weeks 38-41...many girls don't get there, and let me tell you, it takes you to a whole new level of pregnancy), I'd really be freaking out. I would look around at my house, at the toys I'd have to kick to the basket, because I couldn't bend down to pick them up. At the laundry basket I couldn't carry. At the meals I didn't have the energy to cook. At the same time I could have pulled that baby out myself. Better out than in, I'd think. I'd be haunted by those words weeks later.<br /><br />And then again...those first 2 weeks after the birth I was still on a high. "Oh look at me, losing weight, and handling it all so well, and I'm dressed cute too, with my baby in the Bjorn and my clean shiny toddlers at my side!"<br /><br />And then CRASH, sleep deprivation really catches up, my milk comes in, my mood crashes down, my appetite can't be satisified, my weight goes right back up, my clothes are all dirty, maternity pants are my only option, my husband can't do anything right, and don't even think about touching me mister, a trip to the grocery store sets me back days, a shower is my biggest accomplishment, and I would think, "I am a miserable no good mother and everyone else does this better than me."<br /><br />I followed this exact pattern every single time. You'd think I'd learn, don't you? Everytime I'd say, "Oh it's not going to be like last. I'm really going to lose that baby weight right away, I'm really going to stay on top of that laundry, I'm really going to be super sweet to my husband even though I want to say a million sarcastic things about how he gets to sit down and eat lunch and go to the bathroom by himself. I'll make sure I have cute post-baby clothes, wear earrings and makeup and have great meals all set up and that will change everything."<br /><br />And it never did.<br /><br />The only thing that changed is that I stopped being so hard on myself for feeling this way. <br /><br />Stop fighting these feelings and most importantly stop feeling like there is something wrong with you for having them! Maybe some women handle all this new baby stuff, and ups and downs, and back and forths, without merely a bat of the eye. Or maybe they just say they do and really don't. Who knows, and who cares. <br /><br />The most important thing you can remember is that every stage of bringing a new soul into this world does NOT last forever. I know that in the midst of morning sickness, or the last trimester or the first 3 months of adjustment I would forget this. I would think, "I can't do this forever!" forgetting completely that I didn't have to! Things would change, get easier, or just get to be a new normal. Change isn't change when you get used to it...when it becomes regular.<br /><br />You are afraid that your routine won't stay the same and your schedule won't either?<br />You are right, it won't. <br />You will need a new routine and a new schedule.<br />With the experience you gained with your first newborn, you will have that much more knowledge to add and find more quickly what works and doesn't for you.<br /><br /><br />Pay attention to what works and what doesn't.<br />If going to a playgroup makes you all crabby and out of sorts, you toddler tired and your baby fussy, then don't go for a couple months or forever if you want.<br />If it makes you feel energized and happy to go, then make it a priority.<br />Start thinking about what makes your day easier and what makes your kids peaceful. <br />Stop thinking about what others outside your family want, need, expect during this time. <br /><br />If it makes you stress to have a dirty messy house, most people would say, "Oh we'll just have to get used to letting it go."<br />Well, I'm the same way, and I tried to be laid back about it, all it did was make me miserable and panicky and depressed.<br />I gave a couple of very specific jobs to my husband so that he could help me, and I made keeping my house cleaned and straightened a priority. I found places for the new baby things, and I made sure to pick up a room whenever I got a chance.<br />It was the only order I had in my life at that time, and I craved it.<br /><br />You are afraid that you won't have as much patience? <br />You won't.<br />You will be tired.<br />Who has patience when they've been up all night? <br />But you know what?<br />Every first child needs a little less patience in his life. <br />Really.<br />And he will share the importance and love and thank God for that.<br />When I think of how much my husband and I were both in my first son's face all the time, I think probably the best thing that ever happened to that kid was his baby sister.<br />Don't ever ever entertain the idea in your head of "poor Jack". Every kid can see, sense, smell, pity in his/her mother's eyes and not only does it scare the crap out of them it's a recipe for disaster. The smart ones will manipulate like crazy because they can. This could lead to never ending behavior issues. No pity! <br /><br />Here are some practical tips:<br />With each of my babies, I handed over the bedtime routine of the older ones to my husband. Maybe the kids had to get used to that at first, but we were very consistent with it and in days it was no big deal. He did bath, books, bed, whatever it took, so that I could either go to bed early, feed the baby peacefully, or maybe even run around the house and pick up if I had a burst of energy. My husband also would give me a break after his work day...he'd take the kid(s) outside or just keep them entertained for a little while so I could shut my brain down and just be with the baby.<br /><br />Keep the things that don't have to change as consistent as possible. Mealtimes, bedtimes, etc. At the same time, lighten up a little too. You have to find that new schedule, and this might mean tweaks to the old one here and there.<br /><br />Start now saying "OUR baby." Everytime. Include your son in picking outfits out, giving baths, putting on diapers, almost everything. Ask him what he thinks. Brag about him so he hears you. Not "he's handling it so well" like it's a shocker, but little specific things. It's so hard but make an effort to spend time with him alone, even if it's for 5 minutes on the floor. Ignore jealous attention getting behavior...the bigger deal you will make of, the more it will continue. Pick your battles. If you feel guilt or pity, like I said, you will wallow and whine and NOT be self-assured and matter of fact, which is what all kids need. <br /><br />Don't do things that stress you out. If I had a pediatricians appt. then the rest of the day, sometimes the rest of the week, I did nothing. Anticipate your breaking point, and try to stay below it. Make changes, be brave!, say no, cancel plans, don't feel pressure to keep up with what it seems like everyone else does.<br /><br />I know everyone says "sleep when the baby sleeps" but I never ever could! The more I'd try the more I'd stay wide awake with the pressure of trying to get my "one and only chance at sleep". Sometimes I would just sit and relax, but what made me feel best, was catching up. Straightening up, running through the house and doing a quick vacuum or something like that. That would give me the peace of mind and more energy.<br /><br />Most importantly, remember those that have gone before you in this motherhood journey. I would sometimes think of my grandmothers, mothers of 7 and 9, and how just down-to-business, matter-of-fact they were, and with tight times, and very few of our modern conveniences to help them. <br /><br />I once asked my Grandma Beilein, with desperation, after I had my first two and just felt so overwhelmed, "How did you do this with 9 kids?"<br /><br />She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Well I didn't have them all at once!"<br /><br />"That's it", I thought? That's all the advice you are going to give me?<br /><br />And to this day, I think it's the best thing I've ever heard her say.<br /><br />You learn, you grow, you find your way as a mother, one child at a time.<br />Being a mother of one is different from two, and from three and so on and so on.<br />Be open to the change, and that means not beating yourself up along the way.<br />You can listen to others, read books, ask advice, but really it's YOUR journey.<br />Listen and trust yourself most of all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-80953296924611111982011-02-07T18:00:00.008-06:002011-02-07T18:55:17.210-06:00Tickled what?What a fun weekend we had with our most precious family and friends! Jay and I did not find out the sex of baby #1 and for some reason, although adorned in pink, I was convinced I was an 'all boy mom'. But, once again I am not in control and can't wait to watch our precious new bundle come in to this world and bless us as much and more as Tripp. <br />Adorable shirts made by my sweet and talented friend, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/GOOCHIE-by-Jamie/118116384865385">Jamie Hatfield</a>. They were perfect no matter the color.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXHkSMWjtkFT3Fb5tnYbnXkOyOp8q1lFOJ_khyphenhyphen_NQgTbrF9c2m6MfswaYpZTYthHuTIGJmBTZlNKCFHCyW-p5bYgAsTVno55f7pY7qJKsZCHRXvcaUwt2Yf_YTumNb4YvFYmKuhqzLiBI/s1600/IMG_2180_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXHkSMWjtkFT3Fb5tnYbnXkOyOp8q1lFOJ_khyphenhyphen_NQgTbrF9c2m6MfswaYpZTYthHuTIGJmBTZlNKCFHCyW-p5bYgAsTVno55f7pY7qJKsZCHRXvcaUwt2Yf_YTumNb4YvFYmKuhqzLiBI/s400/IMG_2180_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571104918743551170" /></a><br />Center of the dining/food table<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-BqR5-ap2mFqszy2euFdFUUqXufxIbdbMo-_OPjTCrfU-uFlSIEokuv9NOzoleKTkvgG1HucM2ed9erSl06kaZPKuGGv9zv9iAMU2qVJPacOOlbx8HJSqfbgBpdBQsEn04tqj6yTLH_e/s1600/IMG_2178_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-BqR5-ap2mFqszy2euFdFUUqXufxIbdbMo-_OPjTCrfU-uFlSIEokuv9NOzoleKTkvgG1HucM2ed9erSl06kaZPKuGGv9zv9iAMU2qVJPacOOlbx8HJSqfbgBpdBQsEn04tqj6yTLH_e/s400/IMG_2178_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571104911859406722" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmnw8CZlxBn05RvsEgFm_EvLK9xaKI6-lWes0GNZfZncHH7xXqsR6S5bZRCRkrgqeTXbOCDsMMm5QgNvxX1VhJNKXDCQpRrZqPjrGqWxJ5vAWgWPimmHporCQVRrDQtD2zTcH_0LQXAY-/s1600/IMG_2172_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmnw8CZlxBn05RvsEgFm_EvLK9xaKI6-lWes0GNZfZncHH7xXqsR6S5bZRCRkrgqeTXbOCDsMMm5QgNvxX1VhJNKXDCQpRrZqPjrGqWxJ5vAWgWPimmHporCQVRrDQtD2zTcH_0LQXAY-/s400/IMG_2172_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571104905795209122" /></a><br />Branches with 'It's a boy' and 'It's a Girl' clips for guests to wear their guess<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsZkBkFDzjV8klbwTA9snXfx1UoEBVTpOEpUdWKcDDbcL1kND4YTM3ShgVo8EjRAKlNHOz8H5QdU6IYzO9Y4UqiSvDlr-hZQ0ye8rSaS9p7bj9hvhmQsKDZgdIoE09r2SvtVaCq0daor8/s1600/IMG_2165_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsZkBkFDzjV8klbwTA9snXfx1UoEBVTpOEpUdWKcDDbcL1kND4YTM3ShgVo8EjRAKlNHOz8H5QdU6IYzO9Y4UqiSvDlr-hZQ0ye8rSaS9p7bj9hvhmQsKDZgdIoE09r2SvtVaCq0daor8/s400/IMG_2165_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571104132120002818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UVizuwnf4wgVbz3mkuOtaLMFPWQ_CLKYqRi463C2VoZAswFTS30ccsQc-b5lKOiP97SoilWPBJaMLj8DXKKlnqqNJkaUBtNHv51LbXh9s1QxY47M7KV1VPb_N3ahYzkXtE-DaPvY1_5g/s1600/IMG_2164_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UVizuwnf4wgVbz3mkuOtaLMFPWQ_CLKYqRi463C2VoZAswFTS30ccsQc-b5lKOiP97SoilWPBJaMLj8DXKKlnqqNJkaUBtNHv51LbXh9s1QxY47M7KV1VPb_N3ahYzkXtE-DaPvY1_5g/s400/IMG_2164_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571104129690235410" /></a><br />Oh, the cupcakes!!!! There are no words to express the beauty of these and the taste was even better! Thanks, Kristen Mullen with <a href="http://crumbgourmet.blogspot.com/">Crumb</a>!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8WcGiZ4hAdooiVs-_iPSq739CtyOm-3IrkOuf_kxC-RMfaF2pu5PMRUwBFttviuGVCKjGpUKttuFuJ1CrgvkUyWSPTD2VS8dqwKubg30rkf5EH6qCSrudVZj_zT9aczSXMc32dHuUJbO/s1600/IMG_2191_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8WcGiZ4hAdooiVs-_iPSq739CtyOm-3IrkOuf_kxC-RMfaF2pu5PMRUwBFttviuGVCKjGpUKttuFuJ1CrgvkUyWSPTD2VS8dqwKubg30rkf5EH6qCSrudVZj_zT9aczSXMc32dHuUJbO/s400/IMG_2191_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571106823298590002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sdKRbBEDnIzYVFVbDbWIziBTtUVHGmrzQEi-fFr_oHFnSS3HzqpCmorfIJnvXy3Wqo0SWSTd2OcKAzBtygN-pZY4Rjp7aa1tip-wCvcrVQkfktl0qb3kuT7Wg-NaCOrsvfEqHLjMbykP/s1600/IMG_2192_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sdKRbBEDnIzYVFVbDbWIziBTtUVHGmrzQEi-fFr_oHFnSS3HzqpCmorfIJnvXy3Wqo0SWSTd2OcKAzBtygN-pZY4Rjp7aa1tip-wCvcrVQkfktl0qb3kuT7Wg-NaCOrsvfEqHLjMbykP/s400/IMG_2192_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571106831977407298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-8JE5spjEjW4mbeuHvo1EjWqzkgUPXI2qPiHEkq1DWpOeEw4-k1vM01lTDmWc_zqD2FxG9U32RqQlNHQuqZR99qWTW2x9nQmQ-qHqDRBQ4h_Chfu1yiSkD44MmJIXDjerm6Ry6DZG9p-/s1600/IMG_2186_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-8JE5spjEjW4mbeuHvo1EjWqzkgUPXI2qPiHEkq1DWpOeEw4-k1vM01lTDmWc_zqD2FxG9U32RqQlNHQuqZR99qWTW2x9nQmQ-qHqDRBQ4h_Chfu1yiSkD44MmJIXDjerm6Ry6DZG9p-/s400/IMG_2186_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571106820534709666" /></a><br />When it was all said and done....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45mbsBfw8kuFvTUcXe5IaeydqD7_vR24SeMgIzb6CWofizmcLJyitYIZ6oNMJc-uZNe-YVfR76VIiK1mjdmZplc23XjpyRqSR8UXdrWDnkqnfat6oCvdUeQwXRK8c3Zcei4_MME0YKCIN/s1600/IMG_2252_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45mbsBfw8kuFvTUcXe5IaeydqD7_vR24SeMgIzb6CWofizmcLJyitYIZ6oNMJc-uZNe-YVfR76VIiK1mjdmZplc23XjpyRqSR8UXdrWDnkqnfat6oCvdUeQwXRK8c3Zcei4_MME0YKCIN/s400/IMG_2252_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571109298574018914" /></a><br />They are both going to need their rest because....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmi32QhUxI7du98uKCQdL0CBgmk71C05bvgISPUMcETXPmLN7xPQTbRAQeA3dLkx-N_cbfNlfN7pI7_UX_PGdd_Ph_TgAt015Q91j_M9RSs-Kw0FnwIpLtUeFUJRzsEPBJvyPWxg2tkF8/s1600/IMG_2251_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmi32QhUxI7du98uKCQdL0CBgmk71C05bvgISPUMcETXPmLN7xPQTbRAQeA3dLkx-N_cbfNlfN7pI7_UX_PGdd_Ph_TgAt015Q91j_M9RSs-Kw0FnwIpLtUeFUJRzsEPBJvyPWxg2tkF8/s400/IMG_2251_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571109288703464226" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-21969204362198435492011-02-03T16:18:00.003-06:002011-02-03T16:28:19.558-06:00Toys? Who needs toys??I have started 'nesting' and totally wish God would give me Incredible Hulk muscles while doing so. The urge to rearrange every room of my house goes hand in hand with this crazy phenom! Tripp definitely benefitted from one day's nesting session. He got a super clean and organized closet in his big boy room complete with enough area to play! He also got to play with all the super cool BOXES.....umm,dude, we have hundreds of dollars of toys upstairs, in your room and in our keeping room but you were more than thrilled with boxes?? Good times that bring back memories for all generations I'm sure!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1xMq-p-296Uwh6_wrzwoOq8-PChIVIo9VskykAf-V9sUQdfCnP41oTdNyYQj_QD-fa7QjwmmRSWMHSiBLixnEpB_xkWd7lZoOxouCnsJMdDPDYnFW5QiPqph3PsPBqwnHw2i2P53ulNB/s1600/IMG_2130_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1xMq-p-296Uwh6_wrzwoOq8-PChIVIo9VskykAf-V9sUQdfCnP41oTdNyYQj_QD-fa7QjwmmRSWMHSiBLixnEpB_xkWd7lZoOxouCnsJMdDPDYnFW5QiPqph3PsPBqwnHw2i2P53ulNB/s400/IMG_2130_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569592376388259522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgns5Tbv_apwicoLynkKTFXd8jjBz24_utbAX4TBpAGRcH17ug1lmx1pGTWrf22SQrGNWUo-xLsFfcY_7irjMYEnxggcArt3DbTx3f0TuCoDTbTec1m7P4RzMJrbbVk_UO0u5HUVLUX5B_s/s1600/IMG_2125_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgns5Tbv_apwicoLynkKTFXd8jjBz24_utbAX4TBpAGRcH17ug1lmx1pGTWrf22SQrGNWUo-xLsFfcY_7irjMYEnxggcArt3DbTx3f0TuCoDTbTec1m7P4RzMJrbbVk_UO0u5HUVLUX5B_s/s400/IMG_2125_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569592364951642162" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2zLaqguPFqcJCYh85ndeGGRqjXRED17_QFPkmwjY8BYWPV1PcOnDfpzHRUMhpfXuehXA2zav_wnKvy8kNsuIkdyBbGjfsAGyYMq6q3jiX25nitsnAxKm7faU2W1niU3LUx2A1N6cDoxT/s1600/IMG_2126_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2zLaqguPFqcJCYh85ndeGGRqjXRED17_QFPkmwjY8BYWPV1PcOnDfpzHRUMhpfXuehXA2zav_wnKvy8kNsuIkdyBbGjfsAGyYMq6q3jiX25nitsnAxKm7faU2W1niU3LUx2A1N6cDoxT/s400/IMG_2126_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569592371307721170" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-15667602024118903202010-10-15T14:19:00.003-05:002010-10-15T16:16:02.041-05:00Rain on My Parade...I constantly listen to music while I'm working and designing and because of that I find myself running through the same play lists on my itunes quite often. Today, in the search for some new inspiring music (I'm a huge contemporary christian gal) I found a song by <a href="http://www.kathleencarnali.com/">Kathleen Carnali</a>, called "Dangerous Prayer". When listening to the lyrics it totally was a slap in the heart!<br />I so easily ask God to show me who He wants me to be or what He has planned for my life but find myself running clumsily in the opposite direction when His GPS is turned my way. We are all so quick to say, "It's all in God's plan..." and this song says if it is YOUR plan then we have to allow Him to RAIN ON OUR PARADE even if it's the parade with the coolest floats and beads. STRIP ME DOWN AGAIN SO I'M DESPERATE FOR YOU even if that means being naked and unsure for a while of the path we are to be walking.<br />So, if you're like me at all (let's hope you're not;) then be sure that the next time you come to the Father looking for answers that we're not underestimating His love for us, His knowledge of us, and His protectiveness over His own children. <br />I'm honored to have such an amazing and all-knowing life-planner on my team but trusting Him is not as easy as it sounds. <br />Make your prayers dangerous with the idea that what's dangerous and uncomfortable for you is exactly what excites our Heavenly Father because it gives Him the chance to shine as He deserves!! <br />"Want to make God laugh, tell Him YOUR plans!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-630863410807314992010-09-23T14:42:00.002-05:002010-09-23T14:52:32.615-05:00Where has the time gone?Not a single person was lying when they said, "It goes by so fast". Tripp is the most beautiful and amazing person I've ever come in to contact with and being able to be called his mother is the greatest gift God could have ever entrusted to me.<br />He is funny, tenderhearted, loving and sometimes I think he goes way over his word quota for the day but we are blessed that he is so smart (he must get that from my side of the family;)and capable of so much.<br />Just a few updated pics that I took this week in our backyard....doesn't he look just like his mama!! HA! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrNwOnSLwKXuPQsLuR2Mq3EXB45m_15RqO3o6nzrKI6IDtyEBFiyxrfVxXNIPQAEoK7pfla3Tu6s9jDuPh34yqEgG3s9B1Bq_7GhqgMOyp3333ZQwi4NIInHehfu5vV1aNAlukLFZrcfG/s1600/IMG_1646_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrNwOnSLwKXuPQsLuR2Mq3EXB45m_15RqO3o6nzrKI6IDtyEBFiyxrfVxXNIPQAEoK7pfla3Tu6s9jDuPh34yqEgG3s9B1Bq_7GhqgMOyp3333ZQwi4NIInHehfu5vV1aNAlukLFZrcfG/s400/IMG_1646_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520198232578087090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTI9PLtV7FaAM668kkmXNAr0UxJmevRIEgeyiRwEf8yddlt2iV1WHnHQEawJGAAeYYX3A3n-XVQTsVlVY0x8H_2znl234zzpTPcqKDfSAOwPL1KDPm4GjL50lpr5t24RH-J1fFmaV8pysc/s1600/IMG_1585_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTI9PLtV7FaAM668kkmXNAr0UxJmevRIEgeyiRwEf8yddlt2iV1WHnHQEawJGAAeYYX3A3n-XVQTsVlVY0x8H_2znl234zzpTPcqKDfSAOwPL1KDPm4GjL50lpr5t24RH-J1fFmaV8pysc/s400/IMG_1585_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520198219437266578" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxqPJwMRdQ35ZebyvSVluOS-anh3BKaPbBHBnC4tu7bbsPKG9evAWDbQIGSF_RQD1zvTUxlTGcr8lWhvYx7a7NCLhxCdmDcbEHje7XlW605tDT6jg63K1P4OssM5TubN-_HOfMxMcc9_T/s1600/IMG_1619_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxqPJwMRdQ35ZebyvSVluOS-anh3BKaPbBHBnC4tu7bbsPKG9evAWDbQIGSF_RQD1zvTUxlTGcr8lWhvYx7a7NCLhxCdmDcbEHje7XlW605tDT6jg63K1P4OssM5TubN-_HOfMxMcc9_T/s400/IMG_1619_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520198206867132738" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-71323932420506660882010-09-21T14:38:00.002-05:002010-09-21T14:51:00.735-05:00Leave a LegacySeptember 10th, 2010 a wonderful, powerful tenacious woman passed away. Puddie Eason Ruff (yes her name was puddie;) was <br />a woman of character<br />a woman of extreme faith<br />a woman of family<br />a woman of team<br />a woman of love and most of all<br />a woman of GOD.<br />As my uncle stated at her funeral, she was a 5 foot 2 fireball and anyone that ever came in to contact with her figured that out in the first 5 minutes. <br />But to me she was home and the only home I really ever knew growing up. She was a constant in an ever changing navy brat world of moves. Her home was our "camp" and the laughter of all 14 grandchildren still rings over there on Thomas St. in Tupelo, MS.<br />Puddie was my rock and she loved to roll. I close my eyes when I'm discouraged and can see her coming out of her screen door to say, "Emily, move your feet, bend your knees, racket back...."<br />and I'm not sure she realized just how profound these words would be to me.<br />She didn't just teach, she demonstrated how to be a motivator, a team player, a coach, a mother and more importantly to me a grandmother in which I compare all others.<br />Never was an angry word said but you knew when she meant business. Never was a discouraging gesture heard because she was built to encourage.<br />A 5 foot 2 fireball....<br />She quoted scripture to her death and knew that God was forever her fortress and strength. She is in Heaven today playing the best rounds of tennis she's ever played and setting up swimming lessons for all the sweet children that went before her. <br />She was my Tupelo Honey and life is much sweeter because of her.<br />Thank you, Puddie, for loving me and blessing me beyond measure by being my grandmother.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-56565938680005651542010-06-28T14:01:00.003-05:002010-06-28T14:08:38.845-05:00It's OfficialThe candles have been blown out, the cake has been cut and yes, the little baby boy is OFFICIALLY now TWO!<br />Thanks to all our sweet friends that helped us celebrate this milestone....tear free!!<br />He's still telling every one he's three is the only problem!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG67qZKyxSnOceUydE0mqofNnO8cijHwPHONDS9tLHbPTPxFl-kV0RAd42z5gS75DtsCw-rUM6nWjCGQrwFVo1kzLPG4KAFlg7FF1AtSXyFeN2BWVeOMqBK6u1xGEMmLAqL0l4wW1F9Vum/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG67qZKyxSnOceUydE0mqofNnO8cijHwPHONDS9tLHbPTPxFl-kV0RAd42z5gS75DtsCw-rUM6nWjCGQrwFVo1kzLPG4KAFlg7FF1AtSXyFeN2BWVeOMqBK6u1xGEMmLAqL0l4wW1F9Vum/s400/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487902573313160658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXbHkkAGf7OmK9PCzRaYE_HNAgNi7S4gCEtPB6-f0xgS5cR3GAEAizXVHCrIhqEM-l7rRz23UeubHFYt5rogjEwRmrYLXVBciP0K465wz_mIykuOUgbuSgqihk7NjgGXF22R3ck8bm_iy/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXbHkkAGf7OmK9PCzRaYE_HNAgNi7S4gCEtPB6-f0xgS5cR3GAEAizXVHCrIhqEM-l7rRz23UeubHFYt5rogjEwRmrYLXVBciP0K465wz_mIykuOUgbuSgqihk7NjgGXF22R3ck8bm_iy/s400/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487902569799661490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6G9PufzbG0M5zg4xAGdmis_XbboHNX005LHyhU2XuMwuOTBh5Qonz9ASUW1b_hoMXy2gndxE1-bL_u7k9QxHefN6h1IuG_wFn2Yz-IiiqqxVTNUG0_SzDz3vPI6-qSTwD_9RmLb61_B4C/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6G9PufzbG0M5zg4xAGdmis_XbboHNX005LHyhU2XuMwuOTBh5Qonz9ASUW1b_hoMXy2gndxE1-bL_u7k9QxHefN6h1IuG_wFn2Yz-IiiqqxVTNUG0_SzDz3vPI6-qSTwD_9RmLb61_B4C/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487902560126532386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1ikhclLZWa2RFvcYCalzi7CAn_gGjfGSKdDe65RpPL4HD0ddYwTCtN3CPr4M2FVfOQo599AWax4mcLBuzDHKq5g9GDS2BlMql_OzNIHb1bJMebVmj6SnKboQcTqQo_zCpkDETfqVBTeu/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1ikhclLZWa2RFvcYCalzi7CAn_gGjfGSKdDe65RpPL4HD0ddYwTCtN3CPr4M2FVfOQo599AWax4mcLBuzDHKq5g9GDS2BlMql_OzNIHb1bJMebVmj6SnKboQcTqQo_zCpkDETfqVBTeu/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487902556243745970" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZF-49ogHwR0-wNsevvnD1tkB5KmgfhWTF1ALoVyz5qqNISHDJGhQqqAdIesn-5cOwv4BypmOnEsJIqok-F6YUYvihftiVtTGnPjDthbdhEGwk8-5QV9FRetVVNtDxgZ8C-kT7Os5U9BkE/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZF-49ogHwR0-wNsevvnD1tkB5KmgfhWTF1ALoVyz5qqNISHDJGhQqqAdIesn-5cOwv4BypmOnEsJIqok-F6YUYvihftiVtTGnPjDthbdhEGwk8-5QV9FRetVVNtDxgZ8C-kT7Os5U9BkE/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487902546346627698" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-31672899142396688962010-06-07T18:45:00.004-05:002010-06-10T13:39:43.311-05:00He's what??Please stop, and don't mention the word birthday around me right now when referring to my BABY! I got teary eyed at the church nursery yesterday when someone just mentioned the word 'two', so needless to say, this is why I'm doing his birthday entry 11 days early. <br />He's grown. <br />Those two words sum up everything that has happened from last June til now. Of course, he's grown in height, weight, hair length, and in ability. But the grown that is the most bittersweet to accept is the growing he's done in departments like; talking,understanding, loving others, laughing at Buzz and Nemo, loving nothing more than jumping (he calls it 'dumping') on the bed and being chased by his ever loving daddy (whom he calls 'gaggy'). He's grown into our hearts with roots so deep not even we have the depth to hold them inside. <br />We love him in every sense of the word and yet so much more. He is the blessing that God had in store for our family long before we could even fathom the joy He already knew.<br />And now, to stop the tears, I giggle at the sound of his precious lisped voice hollering, "Mama, um here, are you" and I grin because I know exactly what he's saying and what it is he wants. <br />Freeze time, please freeze!!<br />We love you Buzzy, happy happy birthday-God is too good! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nwKd4CaMewDwgtx109iit-XkPy6XulHvmBI-0MpVce_xxWZzs9coRFQ1Jne6B5dPUIrP4J-MpPPyuQBtZqv5mQBPfFURzntNJjQwGJeTuU4Sr16PWpIZslQSxunnsA9GoW-I6HiqxUyq/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nwKd4CaMewDwgtx109iit-XkPy6XulHvmBI-0MpVce_xxWZzs9coRFQ1Jne6B5dPUIrP4J-MpPPyuQBtZqv5mQBPfFURzntNJjQwGJeTuU4Sr16PWpIZslQSxunnsA9GoW-I6HiqxUyq/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480182965776360818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrv2Pn03bwx8NWaMt2bjIKVN1eE9kMUrl05kcqN2_v7wyNRIYkYkOmDB38hs18STVoK_mPgA1f0K1C4G8xDr4FfXeHDuK80sBpplZbNvGqgA-tFFgB0U6kzq2UD1QCnaLk3MUVA03wVH5f/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrv2Pn03bwx8NWaMt2bjIKVN1eE9kMUrl05kcqN2_v7wyNRIYkYkOmDB38hs18STVoK_mPgA1f0K1C4G8xDr4FfXeHDuK80sBpplZbNvGqgA-tFFgB0U6kzq2UD1QCnaLk3MUVA03wVH5f/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480182961469083378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRyuCr898nlXOOByorb1iHsbxfpxzRN0uMYQ2z2fYzhjo1k-0i_qFyu3NPYAentDudT1lLjlsB5gWv8IVYC4haP6G9z91N8gH7tXF3OoK23G18LL5Vf2pka2YVPPTJk4RcyIW9-dSdc2I/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRyuCr898nlXOOByorb1iHsbxfpxzRN0uMYQ2z2fYzhjo1k-0i_qFyu3NPYAentDudT1lLjlsB5gWv8IVYC4haP6G9z91N8gH7tXF3OoK23G18LL5Vf2pka2YVPPTJk4RcyIW9-dSdc2I/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480182955745084482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocdE_Q2_hmi1w_sv7ajieCk2FbOrOxNi2S6EOBaqXW0z4PD1fVtz25NzRtVEWwqH6USe7SnABeF4Kkat18D5FAuqxEecHKynacLBGfmfPMKioHsODtO61E9KuDqcppRC_a2lPq59Aa0mj/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocdE_Q2_hmi1w_sv7ajieCk2FbOrOxNi2S6EOBaqXW0z4PD1fVtz25NzRtVEWwqH6USe7SnABeF4Kkat18D5FAuqxEecHKynacLBGfmfPMKioHsODtO61E9KuDqcppRC_a2lPq59Aa0mj/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480182948720590818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixj0-APqBxOUhV7njtp5rr7SP-PT0IJRqVYPYLsdOGRgm5kT6lNyFj8r0njaKAoz9JEk2748lce7ku5pzg5D-vz9NycRnFrA-AjDXROmuQOgJl-H9iO7W2q754r5IAHYGGzG4hlrtrWSCy/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixj0-APqBxOUhV7njtp5rr7SP-PT0IJRqVYPYLsdOGRgm5kT6lNyFj8r0njaKAoz9JEk2748lce7ku5pzg5D-vz9NycRnFrA-AjDXROmuQOgJl-H9iO7W2q754r5IAHYGGzG4hlrtrWSCy/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480182940954926626" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-68259910039800611282010-04-26T15:05:00.005-05:002010-04-26T15:22:54.943-05:00Been a while....We have been so busy these last few months that the family blog has definitely taken a back burner to the rest of our lives! <br />Tripp i growing and talking more every day (not always fun to watch from a mama's perspective:)and before we know it he will be TWO!!! Although he already thinks of himself as an 18 year old I'm afraid. He is funny funny funny and makes us giggle constantly.<br />He still looks just like his daddy and acts like him all the same...scary, I know!<br />Just a few pics to update without lots of words!<br /><br />Easter was so much fun this year....he LOVED the candy part especially. We went to the Country Club egg hunt then Sunday had some great friends over for lunch after church. No one had seen Tripp or MWW for a while and all we heard was giggling from my laundry room and this was what all the giggles were about.....boys boys!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNieDP-CdkBw9zmgAvQjkIZ5VF0nW8fktjm8fqHz9elaJ4HBnX4W0SojR_m-aXPLr3xO5zK01S3D9R0H7pRo1yU6pI6yKB3ywNZO0uuau8g8Qn8BS6xiQTsQjEqhbds39kc6dAyXsatTV/s1600/DSC03859.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNieDP-CdkBw9zmgAvQjkIZ5VF0nW8fktjm8fqHz9elaJ4HBnX4W0SojR_m-aXPLr3xO5zK01S3D9R0H7pRo1yU6pI6yKB3ywNZO0uuau8g8Qn8BS6xiQTsQjEqhbds39kc6dAyXsatTV/s400/DSC03859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542566045980626" /></a><br />He couldn't wait to touch the Easter Bunny but when he got up there he wasn't so sure<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiAppUNONxig5MAcSIrUBQDFr12JWzgFzFN48W8Q5N71WvmSb7GS5G5U24LK7YzUBV2yRqq2t66FTeUIBYgJFeF_ze7Aio-tRwUGLpy9W0KPjFHjYddweCl8B5DfTRYoZ4gyi90_Krxuz/s1600/DSC03858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiAppUNONxig5MAcSIrUBQDFr12JWzgFzFN48W8Q5N71WvmSb7GS5G5U24LK7YzUBV2yRqq2t66FTeUIBYgJFeF_ze7Aio-tRwUGLpy9W0KPjFHjYddweCl8B5DfTRYoZ4gyi90_Krxuz/s400/DSC03858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542555633110434" /></a><br />That innocent face before he does something horrid<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyFHTXr5qoqY33P5noq5fqDFAUJ9BE2UmEFCn1ex3lvrQd-YCxL0CsHGTLY6muoKolaclrQFlwbnuWQKjScci8_wdO8kM8sbiaTZGFxXYIWUqTuAukadzD2-ojGJ8RLP4VGJS_ynRAvOR/s1600/DSC03844.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyFHTXr5qoqY33P5noq5fqDFAUJ9BE2UmEFCn1ex3lvrQd-YCxL0CsHGTLY6muoKolaclrQFlwbnuWQKjScci8_wdO8kM8sbiaTZGFxXYIWUqTuAukadzD2-ojGJ8RLP4VGJS_ynRAvOR/s400/DSC03844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542550743895090" /></a><br />Getting sweet sugar from daddy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zCHnuYksGLX6Z41Dz0CU4kpBDQg_0mIooxdvbKWcskdYUabm0Yoqn4BFY0k5wUsXNc1G_voD0YdSwQZnF_yARQIabioeDOoaMwqY-_PRaXKhBtCMGhT89pRLdhdIa2QPtaZiQICP3bCY/s1600/DSC03842.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zCHnuYksGLX6Z41Dz0CU4kpBDQg_0mIooxdvbKWcskdYUabm0Yoqn4BFY0k5wUsXNc1G_voD0YdSwQZnF_yARQIabioeDOoaMwqY-_PRaXKhBtCMGhT89pRLdhdIa2QPtaZiQICP3bCY/s400/DSC03842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542539999472034" /></a><br />Sharing our basket contents...sort of!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIx7PaIMyGgLdeNwpJn1RygqvkYthJ6or8JSCV4w1MDQ8AIuG0YBn0mcSVf7ca_KW7O9_9HQ0vziTB0AdtPOxC4LeYyvCzok5nLYWddK59V8AyXRH0l6aG4DaAj1PF4ubM3LSK5rc8jEv/s1600/DSC03834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIx7PaIMyGgLdeNwpJn1RygqvkYthJ6or8JSCV4w1MDQ8AIuG0YBn0mcSVf7ca_KW7O9_9HQ0vziTB0AdtPOxC4LeYyvCzok5nLYWddK59V8AyXRH0l6aG4DaAj1PF4ubM3LSK5rc8jEv/s400/DSC03834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464542523730920610" /></a><br />At the Ole Miss/State game with his favorite 'brothers', Jack and Sam (he thinks they are the same person)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwQ_IZ32ATDYYeESnlxwa_vyE_5_koKngiM4Q5Desow898Rjhb8SvGHltdJN8_UBgN41Ahuz3VFI7eG6DgAhLy5V_-1mYhgqvEpnhr9RNHIOEHBbwgI4bbOn9UM3baBAZilUxT3oGpWxK/s1600/DSC03802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwQ_IZ32ATDYYeESnlxwa_vyE_5_koKngiM4Q5Desow898Rjhb8SvGHltdJN8_UBgN41Ahuz3VFI7eG6DgAhLy5V_-1mYhgqvEpnhr9RNHIOEHBbwgI4bbOn9UM3baBAZilUxT3oGpWxK/s400/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464540521204120530" /></a><br />Winning at a big boy game of "Smear the Q*%#r"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AU7ZDWGx2pEaSxtHhlgfXe1ST9PaHFoZMHYkMnM0zQaMSFDmewnGVCeu5P72Lb8Wm-amoxro02kejB3l95klFUc2Tz-8A7BRfrgCZpiFETeT7qrmBwVbBPfznUYw8fFiRP1p6rKPB4tl/s1600/DSC03801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AU7ZDWGx2pEaSxtHhlgfXe1ST9PaHFoZMHYkMnM0zQaMSFDmewnGVCeu5P72Lb8Wm-amoxro02kejB3l95klFUc2Tz-8A7BRfrgCZpiFETeT7qrmBwVbBPfznUYw8fFiRP1p6rKPB4tl/s400/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464540515128522210" /></a><br />Eating the Valentine's Cake we made<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXgB7tqhVbW1eGZXVinacfJq8xbB1y_3-1LRiyQJWGCICK833DX7C3Y23yUHe5HpQVEUDoD4QhytWnNWK3kQfRxRDjcitU2iWtPuW2FAhYmtCdCIL1wtZrXDxQ3SsG1RqNyPR1jKBv9rW/s1600/DSC03748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXgB7tqhVbW1eGZXVinacfJq8xbB1y_3-1LRiyQJWGCICK833DX7C3Y23yUHe5HpQVEUDoD4QhytWnNWK3kQfRxRDjcitU2iWtPuW2FAhYmtCdCIL1wtZrXDxQ3SsG1RqNyPR1jKBv9rW/s400/DSC03748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464540501808928290" /></a><br />The decorated cake, Tripp's version<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoBTnPKFHG246TEKe972ZyV45Qes__5cVGy3vBHzGIIQXdau7rsjFAWcEyHJoZ5E6k4E1srajwQ8YpVcOsyCjwO52HQGGXGnpyAKTJqO9GV_9g7rRCu0Rn7SXFE_Vs7TNdiooyLmETLMO/s1600/DSC03746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoBTnPKFHG246TEKe972ZyV45Qes__5cVGy3vBHzGIIQXdau7rsjFAWcEyHJoZ5E6k4E1srajwQ8YpVcOsyCjwO52HQGGXGnpyAKTJqO9GV_9g7rRCu0Rn7SXFE_Vs7TNdiooyLmETLMO/s400/DSC03746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464540498335787794" /></a><br />The way it should have looked....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaOET8_MqtLYwIBejKADRA9MBhtA5jwqxP2rtjWvNhDJRAK48U2a3yMM4qWMtE0K9lhSfXAyu2LOX0EnP3pcQh3a2fgk3udkJ7e3FJgpfhcPGelcbc9pV-Z_7K_-b3jKGSzuM52b8ZQnn/s1600/DSC03745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaOET8_MqtLYwIBejKADRA9MBhtA5jwqxP2rtjWvNhDJRAK48U2a3yMM4qWMtE0K9lhSfXAyu2LOX0EnP3pcQh3a2fgk3udkJ7e3FJgpfhcPGelcbc9pV-Z_7K_-b3jKGSzuM52b8ZQnn/s400/DSC03745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464540485107557714" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-43269830495140215492010-04-18T22:00:00.003-05:002010-04-18T22:27:42.070-05:00LukewarmI've always believed and seen that it is not God that moves but us throughout our daily ins and outs of life. It is not HE that pushes us off the balance beam but us, ourselves that lose balance and focus and fall with deductions!<br />I opened my mailbox Saturday and had totally forgotten that I ordered <a href="http://www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com/">Angie Smith's </a>new book <a href="http://www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com/">I Will Carry You</a> about 3 months ago. I said, "Oh, yeah" then put it on the counter thinking it would add to the mounding stack of almost finished novels I have accumulated on my night stand. But something (I know what that something was;) kept telling me to pick it up this morning before church so I did. And after 5 pages wondered if anyone would notice me reading while driving or during the sermon...it's so pure, truthful and humbling to anyone's heart. <br />But of course God was setting me up for a different epiphany from the next few pages. <br />Our small group tonight discussed becoming 'lukewarm' in today's society and the book <a href="http://www.crazylovebook.com/">Crazy Love</a> questions if christians are actually capable of beoming lukewarm if they are as they say they are, belivers in Christ?? Why do we believe what we do or follow unwritten bylaws that our church society has set before us without even asking why we do these things?<br />We discussed ways to "do better" at this lukewarmness and after lots of discussion and opinions I came home to pick up my book, with the magnet in it, to find a passage where Angie is disecting the relationship Jesus had with Lazurus, Martha and Mary's brother, and the love He had for him. When he became sick Martha and Mary didn't tell Jesus HOW he could perform His miracle (Lord, heal her cancer; Lord, stop his addiction....we all do it)<br />yet it's what they DON'T SAY that shows the true faith in their hearts that God truly is the healer of all things. They simply say, 'the one you love is sick'. Well, God loves me and I love Him and when I am hurting HE knows and is faithful to fix what HE sees fit to 'fix'. (John 11)<br />So often I find myself telling God what I think is the best answer to a problem or cure to an illness but I don' give MY GOD enough credit that He is the same God that created this world and surely is the same God that knows what is best for any situation if we would only allow Him this opportunity!! <br />I say all this because in the grand scheme of my every day I really do forget to LET GO and LET GOD. For He is the only one that cares more than me to see that I don't become lukewarm for Him. It is He who lights a fire in my heart to chase after Him with arms raised high and an abandoned heart!<br />PLEASE do yourself a favor and read this book. It really does open up your heart as God wants it to be and fills you with a peace of understanding that only He can offer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-54176043826346584142010-02-15T15:40:00.001-06:002010-02-15T15:44:50.412-06:00Little SnowbunnyWe had about 5 inches of beautiful snow last week! Tripp woke up and when I opened is curtains he yelled, "SNOW...HO, HO, HO"!! Don't ask he put these 2 things together but he was so excited! We ran and put on our best version of southern snow attire and went to town playing in it. When I asked him to come inside because we were cold he told us, "No way"! So, of course I bribed him with the best treat snow provides...snow cream! He wasn't crazy about it but his mama sure loves it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwIENEQAaRKSTCY2QYt0lvyswd4JNYkYoV7EpKsdeh0JeJKEwGEBlGbouufxMq6q25dGhdSvvOuf_luUJCI2yMwBATxhLInHh0GRbSI5Xr0wzUF-fvmolJNHqrFMlMXcfTvEidyKDAj8/s1600-h/snow+cream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwIENEQAaRKSTCY2QYt0lvyswd4JNYkYoV7EpKsdeh0JeJKEwGEBlGbouufxMq6q25dGhdSvvOuf_luUJCI2yMwBATxhLInHh0GRbSI5Xr0wzUF-fvmolJNHqrFMlMXcfTvEidyKDAj8/s400/snow+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438589216852659762" /></a><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb3X8b7JTgNVUMHnMxx_gWxPJ-9eT80CMggRUYo0ds8U6A8YxvjgUsyY4RkBJ7TG9NUAfwOGdn96DH-U6qbP3MarbKFpf-FG4V05fLP2qAkXYSMr4bLksdC7Dwa90t5atnG4jwyOozWTd/s1600-h/DSC03703.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb3X8b7JTgNVUMHnMxx_gWxPJ-9eT80CMggRUYo0ds8U6A8YxvjgUsyY4RkBJ7TG9NUAfwOGdn96DH-U6qbP3MarbKFpf-FG4V05fLP2qAkXYSMr4bLksdC7Dwa90t5atnG4jwyOozWTd/s400/DSC03703.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijGGw4HAHcgzeVBUVVq5Q2rEWDdJBMtO9ddxwGRpNwE-l7qURLVYMx91FbaluPzB5juykhQKBlSi-AXwpnN0yrpa2r9fPx1a11h2iJGw75_MsyhY_ol3MPBQjugv8G13Ys1DzvQUAPBIV/s1600-h/DSC03704.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijGGw4HAHcgzeVBUVVq5Q2rEWDdJBMtO9ddxwGRpNwE-l7qURLVYMx91FbaluPzB5juykhQKBlSi-AXwpnN0yrpa2r9fPx1a11h2iJGw75_MsyhY_ol3MPBQjugv8G13Ys1DzvQUAPBIV/s400/DSC03704.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lm1ObJQ7ORdZpmmYlO0J7gXq1zfYH2zKz-8evMu16fzP2ClU5qPK2Jbs2jNKUe3-Jl6DraKJ57Z_y2kvxTx1rT004o6IacTocSzd04ce9gTyC4kvVEQlPVgZ3RknUgoxVU95XJAp8dsx/s1600-h/DSC03707.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lm1ObJQ7ORdZpmmYlO0J7gXq1zfYH2zKz-8evMu16fzP2ClU5qPK2Jbs2jNKUe3-Jl6DraKJ57Z_y2kvxTx1rT004o6IacTocSzd04ce9gTyC4kvVEQlPVgZ3RknUgoxVU95XJAp8dsx/s400/DSC03707.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDoPrJ00dDT49GrSubXN9SZVGR2S9MKowKVocJiXVcepYB5nDFseEv8ThCqjmk8dWKmZml08ISmpiBBgm2uaRmKOeCFVPAe89jbWVHJKWhOKjzLClk_kq58w6md4JzPsnRJnxOxLkpzun/s1600-h/DSC03709.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDoPrJ00dDT49GrSubXN9SZVGR2S9MKowKVocJiXVcepYB5nDFseEv8ThCqjmk8dWKmZml08ISmpiBBgm2uaRmKOeCFVPAe89jbWVHJKWhOKjzLClk_kq58w6md4JzPsnRJnxOxLkpzun/s400/DSC03709.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-12142613868762217702010-02-10T17:24:00.000-06:002010-02-10T17:25:16.014-06:00Lovin' on NaniTripp loves when Nani (my mother) comes and teaches him new things! This was her teaching him, "If You're Happy and You Know It"....Of course the stomping your feet part was his favorite part! He's growing up so fast!<br />Notice the war wound under his right eye. That was a MMO accident that will go down as his first scar. He points to it in the mirror and says, "Bobo" but Jay tells him that chicks dig scars. We'll see how that goes for him!<br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzLr59B9r_z-2AiEe2OVqsEpSmnWHV2Vk3DHO74z5_AltwnQTvP0S5sLwhHUMA94UhWlVzUqYzn7cY2FzHH0AGwKQ7kD243vURjdBayZeZ38LUaIV0PBYg6EbvWpG_lQdag_6IxLAFnDA/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzLr59B9r_z-2AiEe2OVqsEpSmnWHV2Vk3DHO74z5_AltwnQTvP0S5sLwhHUMA94UhWlVzUqYzn7cY2FzHH0AGwKQ7kD243vURjdBayZeZ38LUaIV0PBYg6EbvWpG_lQdag_6IxLAFnDA/s400/DSC03699.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LWYXd2ZW36FQK1U59acQkrPPHF4l2cMuyF9tUs_HjV3c026m7uwLsvj8v5CfBOkFfW4up-znifarNWkCzQlnH_hWek5tNSYzdUWOvlsVv_ZLKOvZy_N1JewFWF66qjcHnFjkWU2PUeIz/s1600-h/DSC03702.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LWYXd2ZW36FQK1U59acQkrPPHF4l2cMuyF9tUs_HjV3c026m7uwLsvj8v5CfBOkFfW4up-znifarNWkCzQlnH_hWek5tNSYzdUWOvlsVv_ZLKOvZy_N1JewFWF66qjcHnFjkWU2PUeIz/s400/DSC03702.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLBRbKPaIc5WyYzleqKgVpXRAssYIuEoi-tBX18WkAoF8I308twCEDzr7mvxN5WPa72Y1xLsAg9Z5yWiwyzYf4hlRbtx4cvjr4tN1aL5tivQ4lFrNXH-xyaz0RxOPTjxOaL4EnXvK3HgI/s1600-h/DSC03700.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLBRbKPaIc5WyYzleqKgVpXRAssYIuEoi-tBX18WkAoF8I308twCEDzr7mvxN5WPa72Y1xLsAg9Z5yWiwyzYf4hlRbtx4cvjr4tN1aL5tivQ4lFrNXH-xyaz0RxOPTjxOaL4EnXvK3HgI/s400/DSC03700.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDJl0Ar7dv5w_nHxzt-bYFlHSmS9EOAR-rrOoIsCTcrqxPS7SRJVobhWOyTOL-AfzTHpE_6Mq2LxMq3AR29FB0VtLCAW6FxHQZYOFemaeoWbIw421k3tpujCh9ytlFGzkBY_0WIXSsrfc/s1600-h/DSC03701.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDJl0Ar7dv5w_nHxzt-bYFlHSmS9EOAR-rrOoIsCTcrqxPS7SRJVobhWOyTOL-AfzTHpE_6Mq2LxMq3AR29FB0VtLCAW6FxHQZYOFemaeoWbIw421k3tpujCh9ytlFGzkBY_0WIXSsrfc/s400/DSC03701.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-79930470498377538042009-10-31T10:16:00.002-05:002009-10-31T10:21:11.106-05:00Punkin PicsLast week while we were in Memphis we got a chance to dress up (alike) and take some cousin pics! They were precious and funny to watch all together and Lindsey is the BEST big girl cousin you could ask for! <br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VbTahQQMuRm5XOVMVTMPdIb0h8_gwHMs3Fr3Oc0uEt4QL4wEAY4_9LHjxnHetZsxpsNAeJHmWi71nW72lfgDCiBmK5XuP1iSW-FTNL8I9ijFfKQHIoDu8CKgtfNS2vudRdqCpveOqZoe/s1600-h/DSC03334_edited-1.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VbTahQQMuRm5XOVMVTMPdIb0h8_gwHMs3Fr3Oc0uEt4QL4wEAY4_9LHjxnHetZsxpsNAeJHmWi71nW72lfgDCiBmK5XuP1iSW-FTNL8I9ijFfKQHIoDu8CKgtfNS2vudRdqCpveOqZoe/s400/DSC03334_edited-1.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqu53kCcdnVFQ8vSIwjIKbyEKESbJaQGJNWHODvQJvdvgWRuotHFY4nkknhNqtlaQ6vuAUDB077b516Iec0I7F318irIcEqeqeZEYq9g9lY-87cKcKtljPA2voYM6AVqtOwH_rRqlM1w9h/s1600-h/DSC03293_edited-1.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqu53kCcdnVFQ8vSIwjIKbyEKESbJaQGJNWHODvQJvdvgWRuotHFY4nkknhNqtlaQ6vuAUDB077b516Iec0I7F318irIcEqeqeZEYq9g9lY-87cKcKtljPA2voYM6AVqtOwH_rRqlM1w9h/s400/DSC03293_edited-1.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLIP96sFCJs7RDFBSkzMAxhZUMT1bFtzCmZOBPt0tpTUWa0Cf6W2zKbYiE4Z4FIbNl2H06C6igqq_foLBdtq3HggXPgGotKk7CW6oQAZNaVpnPZu-zVPXMA5H-_EWcJ1t5a3bMUiTJfMF/s1600-h/DSC03287_edited-1.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLIP96sFCJs7RDFBSkzMAxhZUMT1bFtzCmZOBPt0tpTUWa0Cf6W2zKbYiE4Z4FIbNl2H06C6igqq_foLBdtq3HggXPgGotKk7CW6oQAZNaVpnPZu-zVPXMA5H-_EWcJ1t5a3bMUiTJfMF/s400/DSC03287_edited-1.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeY27ZwVNiiAWHbjBZqTYzHb38h_V5b2EkLd-Li4WDBuuMS40gts0vdHk9-g-rFylhoGE9WSKeMhbeenXgfifzbscCw8IOvHUDGUh8sYNzpu2wQ83ExVO208zRhnmuRkxqu4QfxaXDmhn/s1600-h/DSC03270_edited-1.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeY27ZwVNiiAWHbjBZqTYzHb38h_V5b2EkLd-Li4WDBuuMS40gts0vdHk9-g-rFylhoGE9WSKeMhbeenXgfifzbscCw8IOvHUDGUh8sYNzpu2wQ83ExVO208zRhnmuRkxqu4QfxaXDmhn/s400/DSC03270_edited-1.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br />I really hope this is not a sign that my child is going to torture cats!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0e94zyGaW6YTYXzez6m3aFiR5aqitPvYhHElJ6ItfKIuGxdFifMXjAXvst3og4pl7d6qiToNxXqvlH5xn-AmyL9gtKZsFzr675DYu49kecZkWfNnAyyj0D8SDNZNNf1_CXQ_EmRP2jO4/s1600-h/DSC03348_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0e94zyGaW6YTYXzez6m3aFiR5aqitPvYhHElJ6ItfKIuGxdFifMXjAXvst3og4pl7d6qiToNxXqvlH5xn-AmyL9gtKZsFzr675DYu49kecZkWfNnAyyj0D8SDNZNNf1_CXQ_EmRP2jO4/s400/DSC03348_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398784312431796514" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-10039185116675230312009-10-19T13:25:00.001-05:002009-10-19T13:53:49.977-05:00Been Busy!Phew, can't believe it's been 16 months!! So much has gone on and changed for us recently! Tripp is "talking" non-stop and all over the place to say the least! He has ventured to both State and Ole Miss for games and done great at both...he loves a good tailgate snack!<br />My middle brother got engaged to the most wonderful girl in the world the weekend of the Ole Miss/Alabama game so we are going to be busy planning a wedding this next year too!<br />God has blessed us in ways beyond our measure and every morning reminds me of the glory He deserves for our happiness!<br /><br />Obvioulsy, we needed a haircut but I made this outfit so wanted documented proof! It's reversable and has MSU on the other side!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4nHFIWrZaRxGpu4qu3L7hwkrWb9r1fln9TNz8M-wD_etwgtjzrqIKXikvuyTgSVEjLrqNuzwLj4_bHnKmxbB6G1pmEKIfMsYr4FV-9NMyr67fpWW3w2z_2oVO3jwDz6-7jaLCrNTXvDy/s1600-h/Tripp+in+rebel+outfit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4nHFIWrZaRxGpu4qu3L7hwkrWb9r1fln9TNz8M-wD_etwgtjzrqIKXikvuyTgSVEjLrqNuzwLj4_bHnKmxbB6G1pmEKIfMsYr4FV-9NMyr67fpWW3w2z_2oVO3jwDz6-7jaLCrNTXvDy/s400/Tripp+in+rebel+outfit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394385117552838754" /></a><br /><br />Tripp and <a href="http://nelsonfamily-3.blogspot.com">Emily Nelson</a> playing with "Uncle Jeff"<br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFNaRTw3qy32n43ygsyKg-1srhCdpi5H_jLiH5hFxK647F94g2EnVGJKNNGpcAbFNxgoU7v2znTahROb1dzMJgGwRzHzTRWL9eS1J9pLV7W6fGZSV4wtdKcdIA2gAr-tjT2QJcfirEGhe/s1600-h/DSC03123.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFNaRTw3qy32n43ygsyKg-1srhCdpi5H_jLiH5hFxK647F94g2EnVGJKNNGpcAbFNxgoU7v2znTahROb1dzMJgGwRzHzTRWL9eS1J9pLV7W6fGZSV4wtdKcdIA2gAr-tjT2QJcfirEGhe/s400/DSC03123.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br />Tripp teasing WW with his dinner...WW didn't think it was as funny as Tripp!<br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwHqO_7GvGpg0wOmTbogVKtJJ2WBbzyRhOrW24v0R-WFlf4fPvrfMsYELFOxVXewq5dmfJGrRmyOJ9ukf52fjaOkb4rOUTymsnY5agWz-2s93HUMCCbv1lC_VEE1d5ceBjM0e7hnIGzKI/s1600-h/DSC03118.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwHqO_7GvGpg0wOmTbogVKtJJ2WBbzyRhOrW24v0R-WFlf4fPvrfMsYELFOxVXewq5dmfJGrRmyOJ9ukf52fjaOkb4rOUTymsnY5agWz-2s93HUMCCbv1lC_VEE1d5ceBjM0e7hnIGzKI/s400/DSC03118.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br />Just chillin at the MSU game...thanks for the blackout eyes, <a href="http://6bonds.blogspot.com">Mal</a><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBEypwweKnCFDAnyHzTRZKx-XykCi4ZXG02bkSyXNLU37ymU4HAaD7Bxvni75D7CCkPLaoOctDadDZ9tvURXlfIMZCbKBiBk6Xr6rbWXIVlcayhuAX2Dn2p8uW0kJc0Pakpo5TB2W6VQc/s1600-h/DSC03166.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBEypwweKnCFDAnyHzTRZKx-XykCi4ZXG02bkSyXNLU37ymU4HAaD7Bxvni75D7CCkPLaoOctDadDZ9tvURXlfIMZCbKBiBk6Xr6rbWXIVlcayhuAX2Dn2p8uW0kJc0Pakpo5TB2W6VQc/s400/DSC03166.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br />My precious little baby is growing up!!<br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7e9ShPG2NEUUtS00Mi1W9i5N60VHooV0lBnd87DLWIqXmKyMWZN3GGP3M-bDIRP4_wPcEvyiowBIzA7FLXUtfcbvVGz8bkdfZ83BhrYrhfADsYZEFmIDjUHyna4zSpE_7aPPJz31wdgL/s1600-h/DSC03169.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7e9ShPG2NEUUtS00Mi1W9i5N60VHooV0lBnd87DLWIqXmKyMWZN3GGP3M-bDIRP4_wPcEvyiowBIzA7FLXUtfcbvVGz8bkdfZ83BhrYrhfADsYZEFmIDjUHyna4zSpE_7aPPJz31wdgL/s400/DSC03169.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br />LOVING some honey mustard in the Grove!<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDhp3Hg2EoUpvdoDXaY2DU-76yJLzvn_Af1D8xjj2SFOEwSOMmRNasm3xYEvYSO4nHVmNVHzgXlQGqD5CflJMSCdF_ddEeOA1FNJ8PROnA8UleEGn8wh602llY8bdud9tKMlT26eBmPz8/s400/tripp+in+grove.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383187879369458" /><br />Her sweet parents! She's an only girl like me with all brothers so we have lots in common!! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qUXc4LK9XEboiQVl3rKGQ_i2oe2FmCshr1Y-2f4nph758NoLZ-I5VOWx43oi5hQof1U6uITcAl6vAzif0rcan6tPZW63HIeZiHgkTPYPFoWmqzs2gtGW4kiR7GdrMWxJex5T53DB7BNh/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qUXc4LK9XEboiQVl3rKGQ_i2oe2FmCshr1Y-2f4nph758NoLZ-I5VOWx43oi5hQof1U6uITcAl6vAzif0rcan6tPZW63HIeZiHgkTPYPFoWmqzs2gtGW4kiR7GdrMWxJex5T53DB7BNh/s400/DSC03222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383168798554674" /></a><br />Hugging her sweet daddy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiul3sjsQtLGxFS-5GEL_VE6hIv71QvrHOifkxGKcFpXP_oSPCsVlqSwPHvlvUlplHEs0afhOT-I4RwKshJvWq8Rb8XcSkjHmB5oWrDpPhD87PYnMPlFOQ2DuSNyr5SoiVKBBAm-zB9akAX/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiul3sjsQtLGxFS-5GEL_VE6hIv71QvrHOifkxGKcFpXP_oSPCsVlqSwPHvlvUlplHEs0afhOT-I4RwKshJvWq8Rb8XcSkjHmB5oWrDpPhD87PYnMPlFOQ2DuSNyr5SoiVKBBAm-zB9akAX/s400/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383160402757122" /></a><br />Cute sign for their future home!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oNJceJ-a1-e0XzdgqhSFJ02clYST67OG1yD1UBtgZ7Qt4Ek7C15YGJngxMV7I9xDZZFJoP3JhCt2Rqr27Xi5OXgpyZgAmonMEkfZmCtF-KqBFyZ58kLxYyknsu0T7S6_cv6yFwke4HP9/s1600-h/DSC03218.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oNJceJ-a1-e0XzdgqhSFJ02clYST67OG1yD1UBtgZ7Qt4Ek7C15YGJngxMV7I9xDZZFJoP3JhCt2Rqr27Xi5OXgpyZgAmonMEkfZmCtF-KqBFyZ58kLxYyknsu0T7S6_cv6yFwke4HP9/s400/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383176157705602" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-53247210299185650482009-09-09T14:14:00.002-05:002009-09-09T14:20:22.585-05:00Techno TrippTripp is a dancing machine and the other day he was going nuts over TECHNO!!! He actually prefers rap (and loves the Ole Miss fight song to be honest;) but techno was the music of the day...should I be worried of things to come??? sorry for the angle, can't ever remember to turn my camera!!<br />Note..I'm telling him to "drop it like it's hot" because he usually bounces up and down that way. I'm not encouraging a "clubber", I promise!<br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6505069&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6505069&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/6505069">Techno Tripp</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user763174">emily witcher</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461103595477556119.post-65376918793743429132009-08-20T09:59:00.003-05:002009-08-20T10:14:21.086-05:00Busy, Busy...I have to be honest when I say I'm glad summer is actually coming to an end! We have gone non-stop and it is nice to finally have no where to go...at least until Labor Day when football starts! Just a few updates of Tripp's most recent ventures...<br /><br />Our new chair that we are obsessed with!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5FVPCCZmqh2BNf1MYfY2eCpaXTZvA3IV40FVXZwMNAmY2dNuHMHtIX6f9QMhgOA5hO6M_b9yxpOSkGaB2D57gWpSSFltG4a3U5H4Zt4oq_mastWhhyphenhyphenM_f4XSIOs1j0DpYTF-Cn4CPeX3/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5FVPCCZmqh2BNf1MYfY2eCpaXTZvA3IV40FVXZwMNAmY2dNuHMHtIX6f9QMhgOA5hO6M_b9yxpOSkGaB2D57gWpSSFltG4a3U5H4Zt4oq_mastWhhyphenhyphenM_f4XSIOs1j0DpYTF-Cn4CPeX3/s400/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372063364436597666" /></a><br />Getting some love from cousin <a href="http://www.stefandamy.blogspot.com">Elizabeth</a> in Tupelo<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGn9NYBrk2Z_tUNZz6WZ_9GGotlgey2pw5T6tRp6HK-316QEHrF9Sg25-cqfv8iASSnLg1ZNIZHVgU-W4nOJARMDOroYG3tOCrZFORHw9oSf1_Ii7l5RuizsjKIaL0oxILfOlyg9HBiax/s1600-h/DSC02885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGn9NYBrk2Z_tUNZz6WZ_9GGotlgey2pw5T6tRp6HK-316QEHrF9Sg25-cqfv8iASSnLg1ZNIZHVgU-W4nOJARMDOroYG3tOCrZFORHw9oSf1_Ii7l5RuizsjKIaL0oxILfOlyg9HBiax/s400/DSC02885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372063354686234834" /></a><br />First mini haircut. The "she's beautiful" comments were finally enough to make me cut it! Just killed me that we waited so long for this hair and then we chop it off so soon!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUY_kR5qMe1HKNdNuc6rj3VWOZNiwJB9epFTKBSxxpCCkmYu1HgU5zhEmzYRBreEtrOAhkAW8_4Pe7BjpwNehdDpYghmjbYTUld6RhL5n2uQ5EclVO4V3XwFEaxmsCTufzCapxPASrc4p/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUY_kR5qMe1HKNdNuc6rj3VWOZNiwJB9epFTKBSxxpCCkmYu1HgU5zhEmzYRBreEtrOAhkAW8_4Pe7BjpwNehdDpYghmjbYTUld6RhL5n2uQ5EclVO4V3XwFEaxmsCTufzCapxPASrc4p/s400/DSC02881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372063351210278450" /></a><br />Sharing our orange juice with Jack...our fave big 'brother'!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpZ5o8ndaR_tPD3FyqWXTUNxQkp86NW2SvhT5HAhdxS7V894nyI3XlBGhJd4tQ4WupymUaM9ansXsg-Z2QXSAax_FRPqFeG8d9Uvbj2tCWO_8KcXDkiSFAD1NwUXaFWIUilSjp7VhFKz3/s1600-h/DSC02878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpZ5o8ndaR_tPD3FyqWXTUNxQkp86NW2SvhT5HAhdxS7V894nyI3XlBGhJd4tQ4WupymUaM9ansXsg-Z2QXSAax_FRPqFeG8d9Uvbj2tCWO_8KcXDkiSFAD1NwUXaFWIUilSjp7VhFKz3/s400/DSC02878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372063342536078770" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1