tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45814313789141500912024-03-14T05:12:38.052-07:00oldhamUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger525125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-86461510917977172632012-09-27T21:16:00.000-07:002012-09-27T21:16:00.973-07:00thrifty.<div style="text-align: justify;">
if you ask me, i will tell you that i am a deal hunter. if you ask my husband, he will tell you, simply, that i am a money spender. i suppose i cannot disagree with him, but shopping is therapeutic & so to my husband i say 'bring on the therapy'. {lets not mention that fact that i may actually need therapy nor that it might actually be cheaper to see someone weekly than the damage that i do sometimes}</div>
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in an effort to be easier on the pocketbook & make the husband rest easier i told him that i was determined to shop exclusively second-hand. i committed that for the remainder of september i would restrict myself shop at second-hand or consignment stores. theeeeeeeeeeen i received my <a href="http://www.freepeople.com/">free people</a> catalog. i quite literally dog-earred every. last. page & found myself coveting a few too many items for my moral & spiritual wellness.</div>
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i love their easy, boho, rocker edge for fall {for <i>all the time, </i>really} & it brought me back to my hippie upbringing in portland, oregon. hence, i am determined to have each piece. but haaaaaaaaaaaaaail no! am i willing to fork out four-hundred bones for one single item, ever. that is where my september challenge comes in.</div>
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result: knock off rocker boots $15.99</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-70124318468818617792012-09-25T20:25:00.000-07:002012-09-25T20:25:00.499-07:00tunes for tuesday<div style="text-align: justify;">
if you know me well, you know that in a past life i was a singer. not like 'mariah carey' style, but a trained, state champion, opera & vocal performance singer. i may have ditched voice lessons & competitions may be in my distant past, but my passion for good music has never left me.</div>
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with that said i open up 'tunes for tuesday' to the blogger world & ask you readers for your current favorite bands, songs, records & i will post the links of those 'fan favorites' on the side bar under "hear ye". i have been updating my playlist & have even revived an oldie (black eyed peas - request line) back into my jogging rotation.</div>
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i am certain that i am not the only one who, upon hearing a song with a great beat, wants to dance like there is no tomorrow. or when hearing a slow rhythmic & lyrical song feel like the words & tune speak to you directly & you feel as though that song is the soundtrack to your life. or after dragging your feet to the gym you know you can motivate yourself with some heavy metal or hardcore rap. am i the only one?</div>
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check out my favorites right now, under the sidebar "hear ye", drop me a line with a few of your favorite tunes & lets share our playlists!</div>
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signing out - DJ kayti</div>
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today, my dearest monroe, i am overwhelmed.
i am so immensely overwhelmed by my love for you & for the ever-growing testimony that your heavenly father knows you, knows me & put you & i together for so many beautiful reasons.
today, out of the blue, you got very, very ill. i panicked - per usual. and for a split second i questioned my capacity; my tolerance for vomit, my patience for crying, my ability to care for you in the way you need. however, in my moment of weakness, you, my little 17-month old, looked at me with the confidence that i was lacking. you trust me to know what is right, to do what is best for you & to be strong when you cannot be. there is no way for me to communicate to you how heavy yet how enlightening that responsibility is. i feel so honored to be your mother; to be the person who you trust here on earth, while you are away from your heavenly father. rest assured that i will always care for you & do my darnedest to always do what is right by you.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-77376946579625064532012-09-11T22:07:00.000-07:002012-09-18T09:51:32.490-07:00one & a half<div style="text-align: justify;">
today marks the nugget's eighteen month milestone.</div>
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sweet monroe,</div>
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what character you have become. just the other day you strolled into the living room with just a diaper on & your winter fur hat on your head. upon realization that you had our full attention you proceeded to run around & around the ottoman while punching the air with your fist & saying "shhh, shhhh, shhhhhh". thats right, you're running now. you're jumping now, you're sword fighting now, you're throwing balls now - you, my friend, are a full blown boy now. you are obsessed with motorcycles, trucks & trains, but when asked you call everything "truuuuh" - 'A' for effort kiddo. as we drive, you stare intently out the window & at the mere sound of a motorcycle revv you squeal & yell "truuuuuh!". on our walk to the library you point out every, single truck that pops into view & yell until i acknowledge your seemingly rare & shocking discovery. while mimi was visiting she turned a costco produce box into a train for you & that has become one of you favorite toys. you will simply sit down inside it & sweetly demand a ride around the house by saying "chooo?". and when we are outside & you hear the far distant train you point and yell "chooo-chooo!!". each word you say, makes me beam with pride. i feel as though i have turned into one of those really annoying mother's who pushes their kid to perform in front of friends, family & even strangers so <i>every</i>one can witness what a smart kid you have become. </div>
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we work on your animal sounds daily because currently the two animals you favor are dogs & ducks, both of which you can pronounce. you know what sound a horse, elephant, snake, monkey, chicken, dog & duck make & upon the sight of them you exclaim that sound with joy. dad is working on your car/truck/motorcycle sounds because we all know you will never learn those from me. the other day he was sitting with you on the couch teaching you the difference between a road bike, street bike, dirt bike, sport bike etc & i've gotta say you've got the dirk bike sound down pat - "rrrring-ng-ning-ning" - it is probably one of the more adorable things you have done as of late. i take no credit for your genius, but it sure makes me proud.</div>
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i love your recent independence probably more than you do. you can feed yourself during each meal, you can tell me if your thirsty by saying "juice", you can bring me a book if you want to read it or (on the heart melting occasion) i will find you reading to yourself in your bedroom, you can throw your diaper away after you are changed & pick up tissues off the floor saying "trash?" & promptly take them to the garbage bin, when asked, you will go get your shoes from your room for us to put on you & while marching back, shoes in hand, you will say "shoo? shoo!", you are able to tell me if you want to go outside("side") or if you would like to take a bath("bapf!"), if you are hungry you can grab your own snack or simply ask me for a "nack?", you can even feel when your nose is runny, then find a tissue, dishrag or whatever cloth is in sight & blow your own nose, you amuse yourself by putting on my hats & running around the house saying "hat! hat!", you check with us first to make sure that what we are giving you to eat is not too hot by saying "hah? hah?" & have the notion to blow on your food if we tell you to wait, you are able to communicate if you want help to sit in a chair & when asked "do you want help?" you will promptly say "ya". i love this age. more importantly i love you.<br />
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with everything that i am, i love you. - your proud mama<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-87861102300493762022012-09-03T09:39:00.000-07:002012-09-18T09:52:27.049-07:00day of labor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: justify;">this labor day we spent our day outside & hosted a few close friends for home made pizza. roe played with his pal archie & we laughed with our pals while enjoying great pizza topped with fresh ingredients brought by our gracious guests. the dough recipe we use is </span><i style="text-align: justify;">beyond</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> - check it out <a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/recipes/2012/03/no-knead-pizza-dough">here</a> & thank me later. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hi31ev4Z0hRtncHsZEUDLGdm0EPqr4htai6FFvKF5sTsMI1ahW_pmJLgIYiUsu_bqWhDOfJrI2c0DGtrn_ahsNjRjJpWPmHGKdepSsNx3W1SsOkKqPTUeLwJTYsxuJ42cNb5yIALMzU/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hi31ev4Z0hRtncHsZEUDLGdm0EPqr4htai6FFvKF5sTsMI1ahW_pmJLgIYiUsu_bqWhDOfJrI2c0DGtrn_ahsNjRjJpWPmHGKdepSsNx3W1SsOkKqPTUeLwJTYsxuJ42cNb5yIALMzU/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg" width="600" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwsXwUqw3C-ttUNNtWNWLQUsYQIR1h3ATe-hrH2dqvrLODn3bK7Q2DMROXR7zJPJ7rauf3emKAAej4yOrOqGUNsrnjKIzAGv_XSI0EarvnZi5yf_nMSj8_9w0OfPorydC6ooXf2SwSIA/s1600/a+++r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwsXwUqw3C-ttUNNtWNWLQUsYQIR1h3ATe-hrH2dqvrLODn3bK7Q2DMROXR7zJPJ7rauf3emKAAej4yOrOqGUNsrnjKIzAGv_XSI0EarvnZi5yf_nMSj8_9w0OfPorydC6ooXf2SwSIA/s1600/a+++r.jpg" width="600" /></a></div>
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our nuggets' first birthday has come & gone & we have nothing to show for it {here in the blog world that is}. our little manchild, on the other hand, has more than a little to show for it. we went from crawling to walking, we went from a few words to a constant babble & we went from clingy <i>de</i>pendence to glorious <i>in</i>dependence; he has truly gone from a baby to a toddler &a has won my heart over each & every step of the way.</div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-67832171025446051942012-03-04T15:00:00.007-08:002012-03-05T19:15:45.089-08:00ketchup.<div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; ">our nugget will be a whole year old in less than a week & i have yet to document . . . . a lot. after reading </span><a href="http://emilyframe.blogspot.com/2012/03/february-2012.html" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; ">this</a><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; "> beautiful post, i recognize that the little milestones are trivial in the grand scope of little monroe's life. however, as a first time mother i cannot help but glorify is those tiny, yet ever so monumental & victorious, achievements.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; " ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; " >to my baby roe,</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; " > </span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">month 10 was a rough month for you. i cant say i blame you since you were fighting with all your tiny might to beat the awful ear infection that has plagued you for two whole months thus far. but in true fashion to your cheerful </span>demeanor, you,<span style="font-size: 100%;"> were quite the champion.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span >on top of being a champion of sorts, you are the most tender & loving babe. now when i gather you in my arms, either to carry you to bed or to force you into snuggling, you lay your head on my shoulder & gently pat my back with your tiny palm. you & i then take turns patting each other on the back, until you get bored with that game & move onto the next. however, amidst the game playing, booking reading & regular non-sense that consumes our day you find those brief moments to drop what you are doing, climb into my lap & either lay your sweet head on me or plant a big-wide-mouthed kiss on me. you just came out with a sweet disposition & for that i thank my heavenly father each day.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span >as all mothers do, i wonder if i am doing a good enough job; teaching you the right things, feeding you the best ingredients & raising you in the proper way. & you do a perfect job of confirming that my efforts are not in vain. you have learned how to sort & stack toys. you hand me toys when i ask for them & are willing to share with others. you throw a ball out in front of you & scoot after it. you know what a dog says & what noise a car makes. you flip through books feverishly & then insist that we read them again saying 'boh! boh!'. you shake the maracas & bang on the drum, just like the musician son your papa & i always hoped for.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtvGsyWIH4wIj0GadbhMpdYdAJuW9E7cNXNjlhDUl7zmvk97lZYVyKVx-ZDwGeK5SKUh7R8UL3na4vnlZIzLAIwR2RSzrCeVRaK2z3mnELSKTsfKD3YytVKhYwGcs2qjeaK5nIMirOyo/s1600/IMG_8124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716610270354701282" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Phx82KGshjtF-biT7Ne1BPy9hA-p1Yvmbpy452Q47cqGaAohJk6yvxWxKP7zgQjCZV4jDqZB9fTEMbqPmw0XHDj8mzYhN5hi4orWT2M6n67eNy35Qt1jxKFQG4LuZDabot7j9OI9Aqk/s1600/IMG_8125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716610277257362754" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: justify; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="text-align: justify; " >among other news, you learned how to sip through a straw, prefer to feed yourself, love watching cats, adore baths in the kitchen sink, your first & second teeth poked through, you squeal at the sight of dogs, finally figured out how to crawl, perfected your fake cry. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="text-align: justify; " ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="text-align: justify; " >your ear-to-ear smile is the bright sonshine in my life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="text-align: justify; " ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span style="text-align: justify; " >i'll love you forever, i'll like you for always. as long as im living, my baby you'll be, mama</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-58162076450233041642012-02-28T09:00:00.001-08:002012-03-01T20:54:44.456-08:00enthusiasum<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; ">our boy has energy. like so much energy that as soon as he picks up one toy he is ready to move on to the next. so much energy that his favorite activity is wrestling & he will literally never tire of it.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFqvf9_BfEnaGofE6QPrqCYhFpsPQZIMraSwMN9SzhRwaoMWTVkN7_f6q1UFkB4Fj0IiDQHz59RmHPSuOuj68iAipidg_psv5P1GCeEqjQLpJP1fLwGQGO35aaPxu-rXox_Y-20fvZxk/s800/IMG_7803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714029530958424866" style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinetJKtcZauXgwygjoYUF5ONbu5Q3YDSTK-hrEhRC8tC021aLSGz08YC8WC3ecoeM4V6mGiKjHmhQYM7XlMsrgci9kBDD3IPt92r9CezQx9bvecOH4HM3mUvqxWb2o7Vp2A9lpz8e63CQ/s800/IMG_7810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714029534831047970" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuLbd8SpC1MzLEzBWDMWBuhSfrp8jvKffUshrE5j_mqxpH5t_SmYtWBftf83ePZXXIOXu4xJPWnoYabRAvFgiN62Ae4xqR2xCGe0DF9kOvrxJHF-ZPS_rr3eng1Wjz4DtY_YlK9GlG8Y/s400/IMG_7813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714029539333624834" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauzD4KJ1Yr0cHndNqnoKbDbGY6t8JgXHILxQWlMHDjELujM-KkDDkhUQM6QOgCxecAmU9YZZZZg6KbEZXhnI_HeLj_Xb1m56MA4LINvvkUO2SdVC25LH7svmvFfW3QHpzDqXo-SNEBHM/s800/IMG_7818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714029549614902210" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; ">we have started bathing rodeo in the kitchen sink & if you cant tell he kinda-sorta likes it a little. i love that these images capture just a hint of his crazy zeal for life. his smile is mostly open-mouthed & his laugh is squealing uncontrollably.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-18910532955810066422012-02-27T14:27:00.004-08:002012-02-27T19:11:04.727-08:00my joy & my song<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: justify; ">life has handed us its fair share of trails. the manchild has been combating four ear infections within three months, has cut his two bottom teeth & is simultaneously working on the remaining four top teeth all while being slightly sleep deprived. all combined with my tumultuous personal emotional roller-coaster has resulted in a filthy, unorganized home & literally no home-cooked meals.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">amidst all the mayhem, that has become my life, the silver lining remains constant & that is that we oldhams live a beautiful life, share a wonderful home & love each other unconditionally. because even with reoccurring ear infections, teething & sleepless nights our nugget brings us joys that we cannot express. he is, in every sense of the word, my happy place, the apple of my eye, my joy & my song.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsn1HC1N08dn1LtFe2OzXz59b2FEArn8qu2lsSF9Oj8kUSsA26DLpbgAmVeN5FR40dncEeGeN6ww1TCaU4Jcg6JlwjJqu8tO90SfhQvYR5pGXhsRv2nSy4MkUVJFhlZ7yUnBUWdkwz-E/s800/IMG_7689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714013977124068386" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDNLhQtWbSWEgMPmYfAbkeHB0TEMqU6iWgwzop1Lm4jsY55rUXNruYdQk4ujBM4712UdNvZuyw-N35_WGCs8DYhDnJm7BZ1uMKEZhr7DHrHq-wfWERkcKh4MGNxyMYdTMkCBrVpR7jXg/s800/IMG_7690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714013981979481762" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYt7C0W2DGOxL4IPqwm2EcNMkPiwXw2i7I187vekhV9GwyBiec0tRoFTy3G2wjI0NmiM0zxdBoaevT-lUsC8sJT2OCd6mNYoTIDX4ixQvYITlHIYyoHzC03q38Q80_Lxb-9GbFPmb2rs/s800/IMG_7695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714013999257334850" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6t_yFTzgJ113BqPqTCgm3Uii8_828KeBi-KULH8b8nU7giviEMIBL2AeC2KrZqObt34zekkfpobo3BRyMPpTw0UbkKQ_Ch6KxBtljV9Y2M-Hf8kJpvDAr02GchoPXYzV-EeTrgd-ciE/s800/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714016522555750850" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83qOnX5ROk_P0SvQmyBGIaLosAQmhKZ42s9oEaTpSOgKJtvfM3EVsjOUZkh4kGKA4jKnS3L6__amXuZ8E3JA-KbYJnQID-wXkLw7Hy9AOWfIZxMCx6dU_fyIAi4IVAwkj2VcLeV2AyX0/s800/IMG_7693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714013989775288658" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>i am fully aware that the majority of these pictures generally look the identical. i am still obsessed with each of them equally.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-66578515722725728742012-02-08T20:11:00.000-08:002012-02-08T20:19:56.731-08:00little people.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left; ">big world.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i love rodeo's sweet, inquisitive, little hands all over these toys that we revived, over Christmas break, from the time when my tiny hands were playing with them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">the little people have come full circle.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgV6NlMDCOyV3XwJrphW8gYXzVKygPSpLnfoJiedWW5l0PvYYbmoABf_MMSmNtlKvudDDqdxTNoiAT3jHvo-gTYZCnVEVeGpGFTGsolyNsGCoOiVPoYhBAoeu-2GW7MR9M7j-QbGAaE4s/s800/IMG_7260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985052947410114" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRbIN0SUy0leuvR8S5R4Mh1YdvuJZTV5auGCfv1dxcd4eNagk1ku-wkwiay5nDHr86uR-JoR-gsBykvrK8Ltb-7UZ67RjMV21K0fzkf_7NSqyv1XHn5Kchu5R9pG19vlZ3avByO7vLOo/s800/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706985049121707970" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-35246276563145622772012-02-08T19:38:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:59:17.873-08:00once upon a time.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: justify; ">like, around december of 2011, we, family of three, headed off to my hometown. portland treated us well & thanks to our trusty ole' phones we have a few candids to prove it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJTNwdTqzwy19_M675U1isfekSQoNWMN5FnOWEOhqDmdNrXp_9huyv8vuNEurvmILLNVd3H2UznxRdxovzNGltl0UC7zMkCyBmsESlAf4S_tWGtMxmHVkm2tp8JpSn0Z5RJBwgHZYuElQ/s800/christmas+gram.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706976933571799858" style="text-align: left;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i stopped by the local walgreens in the ush portlandian garb - stocked up @ trader joes - took the max train to visit the tree at pioneer square downtown - snuggled with my boo - caught a crawler exploring mimi's house - enjoyed cinnabons on christmas morning - ate dinner with the family christmas evening - enjoyed a little christmas concert a'la cousin style - mowed down on burgervilles fish & chips & fresh berry shake - let the nugget stay up after bedtime to watch some football - snuck in a little date night with the mr. - took the mr to my secret spot in portland - licked my plate with the mr @ papa haydens - hiked multnomah falls with nugget on board - watched old movies while eating peppermint ice cream, by the light of the christmas tree - visited cafe' yumm twice & walked out with my cravings fulfilled </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-40317071384557221432012-01-25T11:19:00.001-08:002012-01-25T11:43:01.385-08:00book worm.<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify; ">never mind the fact that i have about a zillion photos to edit & document here from the holidays. never mind the fact that my carpets need to the cleaned, my couch needs to be vacuumed & the cushion covers need to be washed. never mind the fact that i have a load of laundry to fold & put away & a few more waiting anxiously to be started & dried. never mind the fact that there are toys strewn about my house & remnants from a certain someone eating breakfast is all over the kitchen floor. never mind the fact that the dishwasher needs to be unloaded & re-loaded.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">never mind all those facts because, all of those are irrelevant when it comes to caring for our dearest nugget bebe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">aaron said sarcastically to me this morning, "good thing Roe has a million books." my cheerful reply, "ya it is." but really though. & everyone knows that you can never have too many books - duh. & it really is a good thing because our child has become quite the 'reader'. he would much prefer pull a book off the shelf & flip through its pages than mess with the slew of toys that are all over our living room. so, no thanks to aaron & i {both self-proclaimed non-readers} our son has become quite the book worm. not only does he flip through the pages on his own, but he will toss a book on the floor & chuck it my way while saying "bo, bo" & insist for me to read.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">the best part of all of this though, is that all the while the nug sits like this:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17_GBRWQfj0bYDHNCgG1ZOV2E1pvXr2IeFdhtxYfujYeLoaBpcRQtTwqGPL4OEp_G8b5qvlQ18AF_oJVGCnHDiwnT3G7qOl0IdYeepTIWfUpu4_v0EP1_irckhutVSSSUV6DWp43D6dY/s800/IMG_7866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701655583389128498" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcjepweg_rlcJ3SXGOK1KWgTb9CgiHhXr_Yu-gredlE7U2n0hiir0Rmd3jujck37Isi85T0X8H5xyFNNUL-FHPbACMqV53Ex6F2QhM01GocTC-a9xfbLUgCiTQwXAvqQK_AOO0E5rRyc/s800/IMG_7863.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701655555544500658" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5h-L6TmcWSt3QgeOgZwhv86ETuoGhoc9N1G5cDsnVITWRkIVLbN700BCSbY-48-BRl6BwPnNOrDwsJcbpwgiPaWiPXuXkY4p0mZ0nCapntwOe7OykmtQwCFTlQxpLAVz7Kqm6ZWix98/s1600/IMG_7865.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5h-L6TmcWSt3QgeOgZwhv86ETuoGhoc9N1G5cDsnVITWRkIVLbN700BCSbY-48-BRl6BwPnNOrDwsJcbpwgiPaWiPXuXkY4p0mZ0nCapntwOe7OykmtQwCFTlQxpLAVz7Kqm6ZWix98/s800/IMG_7865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701655577332892210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height:; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTiDhefsi2dMddu9tjKb23B3PwnM0t-o5YGio0IylALc0vf88OmAO1kjMhWyIDtnxQHsiHUa_juqpJP43h-qirge_8C2325PoXTrDhLkU-s4lLp7oefl2GN2eepVAYm16aJdJezBpA_g/s1600/IMG_7864.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTiDhefsi2dMddu9tjKb23B3PwnM0t-o5YGio0IylALc0vf88OmAO1kjMhWyIDtnxQHsiHUa_juqpJP43h-qirge_8C2325PoXTrDhLkU-s4lLp7oefl2GN2eepVAYm16aJdJezBpA_g/s800/IMG_7864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701655561205860098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: ; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><br />also, never mind that all the above photos are blurry. you get the idea & in true mom form, i still love. every. single. image.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-14598428934513215672012-01-11T19:21:00.000-08:002012-01-23T10:37:57.961-08:00on the ninth month.<div style="text-align: justify;">to my milkdud, the master of the house, my heart & my world,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you have truly changed my world for the better. i have never known the trials that i know now, but when you smile at me, find comfort in my arms or willingly plant a slobbery, open-mouth kiss on me i know, that it is all worth it. this ninth month {that has now come & gone} has been my very favorite thus far. you have learned & accomplished so very much.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you have perfected the art of standing & walking-while-holding-on-to-furniture. grandma oldham watched you the other day & counted the 30 times that you made your way around the ottoman in our living room. like i said, you've perfected this art. you are so proud of yourself & excitedly breathe in & out so quickly that your dad & i are certain that one of these days you will in fact hyperventilate. you can pull yourself up on anything {furniture, the wall, drawer handles, cabinet doors, the oven, our legs} & i thoroughly enjoy the freedoms that this has allotted both you & i. exhibit a - i can stand at the kitchen sink doing dishes & you can find your way into the kitchen & turn the lazy suzan to your hearts content.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">although many moms complain about messes that their children make, unless you are coloring on walls, i am thrilled with messes. messes mean that you are finding a way to entertain yourself & that makes me a happy mama. you tear down just about anything that is stacked or sorted within your reach. me & your dad got quite a kick out of this just the other morning when we stacked small piles of dvds on each corner of the ottoman. sure enough, after flinging one stack on the floor you made your way to the next stack & then the next & then the next making certain that every last dvd was swiftly cleared off the ottoman. it was hilarious. <i>you</i> are hilarious.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">when you first learned that you could rip the books off the shelf you seemed on a die-hard mission to removed every last morsel off the shelf, but you have now graduated to a much less manic removal of the books & now take breaks from creating mayhem to sit & flip through your books. you have always had an affinity for turning pages while we read to you, but you have mastered holding & flipping on your own now & it is thrilling to watch you. you turn the book upside down & read it backwards & will then turn it over & read it again. you repeat this process over & over as if it were a new book each time you turned it. i certainly hope that you love books as much as you do know when you finally realize that they are more than just pictures {something that is lost on your father & i}.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you have become quite the conversationalist & a fabulous mimic'er. 'mamamamama' means you want food, you want more food, you want mom or you want to nurse {all of which are geeeenerally the same thing}. just in the past few days you have been saying 'yes'. not just 'ya', but 'yes' with an S. it has alarmed us a few times, but me & your dad are certain that you are now saying 'yes'. besides your usuals, 'dada', 'bye' & 'hi', you mimic every little thing that we do. any sound effect that we make while feeding you, while we are driving around town or while we are reading books you mimic to the very best of your abilities. i dont know why i am even slightly surprised that you want to be talking so much, you <i>are</i> in fact your fathers son.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you still love it most when you are outside. you love bananas & green beans best. you love music & playing anything as if it were a drum. you love waving at strangers & clapping for yourself. you love, love, love bathes. you love spending time with your dad. you love being tickled & wrestling with us. you love scooting around the house on your tummy, getting into the fireplace & attempting to climb into the tub. you love sleeping in your own bed. you love watching older kids play. you love the attention of both parents at once & we love giving it to you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">forever, your mama</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35491395?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="600" height="frameborder="0"" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-30130571888170502492011-12-05T20:07:00.000-08:002011-12-09T09:29:43.589-08:00instagram mash up.<div style="text-align: justify;">although some days it doesn't feel like it, i promise that we do leave the house every once & awhile. thanks to the trusty iphone for providing living proof that i {sometimes} get ready & that as a family we do in fact contribute to society.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjb2W1-Z4B6p2wP0zX6RbjDREFZoQI_HQYr1lMI2Q9xwg1RAbvmA5Y3rEqAXVQOiVCX_Ae-V_gjoaiqh9x2vaieHTSqolgKzQEA3s3War7_IG_HKnSUVus0na3ykyvfxQE2a3Lg3PG00E/s1600/instgram+mash+nov.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjb2W1-Z4B6p2wP0zX6RbjDREFZoQI_HQYr1lMI2Q9xwg1RAbvmA5Y3rEqAXVQOiVCX_Ae-V_gjoaiqh9x2vaieHTSqolgKzQEA3s3War7_IG_HKnSUVus0na3ykyvfxQE2a3Lg3PG00E/s1600/instgram+mash+nov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682864313139615090" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></a><div>bundled up to watch the nephews championship football game.</div><div>lunch date with daddy. passed out in the car running errands.</div><div>picking up mimi from the airport for a visit. my handsome little devil.</div><div>supporting a pal @ his first concert. family trip to the riverwoods mall to see the lights.</div><div>my littlest rascal. cuddle time on a sunday morning.</div><div>hottest buns around town. shopping for oh christmas tree.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-39955896554036019342011-12-05T09:06:00.000-08:002011-12-05T10:21:29.314-08:00a mover & a shaker.<div style="text-align: justify;">to my tiniest boyfriend,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you turned eight months old in the middle of november & since then our lives have been a whirlwind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">daylight savings turned out to be a little miracle under our roof because you started going to bed @ 6:30pm & it works fantastically for you. i will even go one step further & say, i think you quite enjoy it. for a few weeks you slept from 6:30pm to 6:30am & would go back down after nursing until around 9am. but per usual, a good thing cannot last long. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you must have known that you were a month older & wiser because on that very day when i walked into your room to retrieve you from your nap, there you were kneeling on the side of your crib grinning with pleasure. i had been waiting for this moment; the moment when i would start to worry about you leaping from your crib. that same day, i had your dad lower your mattress. now, my little adventure seeker, you have learned to <i>stand up</i> in your crib & i think you are quite confused with this new power. on the one hand, your daddy & i cheer you on as soon as you pull yourself up on the ottoman in the living room & we encourage you as you attempt to climb the stairs in the kitchen. on the other hand, while alone with your accomplishment in your crib, you cry & scream as you hold on tightly to the side-rails, absolutely petrified to let go. this has proven to be quite a challenge, as my once fabulous napper has turned into a boy that will not lay down in his crib. as hard as it has been on both of us, i could not be more proud as you learn more & more each day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you love reading books. & by 'reading', i mean turning the pages. you have an affinity for two books in particular & i am not sure what it is about 'go dog go' & 'goodnight moon', but i have them both memorized now. beyond turning the pages you love hitting the book we are reading like a drum & then you often follow the hitting with a slobbery kiss on the pages. i hope that this hunger for books stays with you always because your daddy & i are in no way, shape or form "readers".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">we do everything together. while i do my hair, you sit in the hall & watch me until you cannot stand it any longer and lurch forward to clammer up my leg. i have mastered the art of brushing my teeth & applying my makeup with one hand because you love being in my arms taking equal time to look at yourself in the mirror. we go shopping together & you sit so proudly in the shopping cart these days. we eat out together & you look forward to any scraps that i send your way. just last week i had to renew my costco card & got a new picture . . . with you in it. i can kiss you all day & you have recently learned to give daddy & i hugs on command. you, my littlest friend, are the boyfriend i never knew i was missing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you have turned into a fabulous eater & although you would prefer a banana & applesauce day in & day out, you are tolerant of many things & have never put up a huge fight against anything we have given you. you are great at feeding yourself & would prefer it that way. you have gotten so good at this art of feeding yourself that even when a tiny morsel of banana or broccoli falls to your lap your tiny fingers scramble to save the scrap & bring it quickly to your mouth. this has proven to be messy most of the time, but i would not have it any other way. you relish in these small accomplishments, as do i.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">now that you are sitting up so well, bath time has become on of your favorite pass times. you <i>love</i> being naked & bask in my undivided attention so on top of being able to splash in the warm running water i will dare say, bath time is your favorite time. you love holding your little hand under the faucet & have recently started putting your open mouth under the faucet like a thirsty little bird. your bath toys dont give you as much amusement as does the water around you, but you still splash in the water with caution. after the water has run cold & your feet & hands are sufficiently pruney i wrap you in a huge towel & you happily snuggle with me. you love, love, love being enveloped in the big towel & i love having my arms tightly around you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOWr_jFE0o0lOkDDgSzOYzoB9wbdToOxVRSF-dSTElIVulEyxB0MqEa3I0H_pgTP9hP9rIgz_HJuoo9EfznTTkoskJ-cGLcES3nwVD7hDXX63ITPQtaTJax0AYIkrZvtcSie1unkToS4/s800/IMG_7073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682708650885366610" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVo7HtrnGQroNYEh16xrvLYAZxQwDPGfvp2bTZy81DTUbSlEPLDhlS_9VEHeI20TiMQdhlHsAvIygqpcOd4Rwf0a6C4Nnh-3N4YOB8n5lkliS7qNWHQw2NImbllyCVlm7ndhycetQZqQI/s800/IMG_7077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682708671735994882" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNNU5CmSPbQ0Gy4AY-MXzi7Qf9YXVeH-W3S6GTdO0TwaPdDMzx-OWKcsPwnjvv9TQJ3-nZ2oPqGyXY9LNwS-5bIgN-V2D_7JaTJJ4GAAOGC5Ple8b7YEiXyzJ_kBlsFPWUuS1nZFOBF8/s800/IMG_7078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682708687803826994" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jHqL_LBEoO_qUrCm4fRW9maO6IT2mU1ayMS6TQyLKjYyQI-L6spScugl0w9qIWB5WzNrvL-ob3tT8x_zTDzHmAOYxhetyWFp2LuAXlgm-_FiySd4ntnNhc24DP9ocm3C8X9fY6AjrpE/s800/IMG_7089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682709178050434978" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>your daddy & i love you to the moon & back and are so very proud to call your ours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><3 mommy</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-54744640049015717112011-11-08T15:07:00.000-08:002011-11-08T15:58:20.106-08:00we are family.<div style="text-align: justify;">i love saying "family". sure, aaron & i were a "family", but now with the nugget on board we <span style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; ">really</span><i style="text-align: justify; "> are</i> a "family". thanks to the fabulous & talented <a href="http://nicolecalleen.blogspot.com/">nicole christensen</a>, we have the below beautiful images of my sweet, sweet little <b>family</b>.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkqqCvCo8itj1PwzmZhIG6X_FnTXWghErG4tWCftkv4TXc1fV_Ok4fK_aslfqy5s0N9PBJ_jVY5hGlLJH-LMgF28TMDzQAdwvEs0ixkgNgEJXQD6w6b5Ail2l_660f7W48SyDYhsd5pE/s800/NCC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672767679033190786" style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYIhiSxOOJkZYuWyqI5QGBjLkPZzM-KzXWRVD2EWhYtX0xdFDhRyq5sQ5KGPT2_BTzE-zRxnmhQMv-y4FYXY4A1ipax1VPRK-rnBv6nQyj24zuWBpjb9QRU2ly5m00ODlmEyUgDst86A/s800/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672777396645535330" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwuCUZ4myZlRsi01RYTe12qVbU6rMKe-EbxS6IeRkEzJsU_OTXH3n4TD5BjP27RxfzCQN2E0rUtTgHJAOWZhPmKKzphhycgqWz5AYJ6exhYBWX2zovrT9ONiXlJrRhKgpXItNHXp0EJ0/s800/NCC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672774866718601538" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwMHzkR6sEYkxtqLWiPXeXVZxbx5mDn1lJdtc0o696IWQco8tUO8UWjf3NG5o4KurWjYT74pYxyfPnwNgpkmGm6vPhHtOYAXDPlJQnpF74aE3NXMfkavf7seYU6SktdqePmbHRe-4klk/s800/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672777391482196898" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;; " /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-63421798515526729372011-11-01T20:13:00.000-07:002011-11-01T20:29:29.851-07:00festive.<div style="text-align: justify;">we enjoyed the halloween season, mainly because the weather was supreme & our friends hosted a gamut of social events for us to attend that allowed us to really get into the spirit. monroe still doesnt get it, but that didnt stop me from forcing him into costume a few times.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiGQWtnA4O8Mp1yRImUfovpixvl_wWQI5RhvAvBdAdo94gOZnLtX7ujLmaGMIRSjzrhkbh8Q1Uc1mRiZvaa2h09AezHZUlsDt1nLaLIFwcRsrVuDRTjO8ud9q1xD94Ib2M4sF0JDyDuc/s800/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670233793266482226" style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bnFI3snBtdkZFhb2_YbuHpikOurggpyTUHoDmDJr47KGCr_jcKPcRyGuJAyev1Z3qaOy9zyx7W8d6W02hlIxNRfXTlkaeGyKtYdgFZKaFQNq9GYpR0dWnwM36Eho5kOXB2rpZBucNWQ/s800/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670233800598261954" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div><div>as you can clearly tell our son is a tad confused on how to feel about all of this. poor {darling} chap. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-19492313880498738682011-10-26T09:00:00.000-07:002011-10-26T09:00:03.232-07:00the mess.<div style="text-align: justify;">i have previously mentioned that prior to the nuggets arrival i thought that i wanted to be one of those mothers that maintained a household where not a trace of baby could be found. obviously, those plans have not worked out as well as i planned. i would not have it any other way. i love that our babe permeates our very existence & that there is not a doubt that we have a baby due to the toys, diapers, crumbs, socks & mayhem that is the state of our abode.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-bAtU8chTmemmHmTrEVtHom8zhbxyfYo_tTQezSSTbNIZtddS_3QNHOIvkro5LDMQfH0Mw_RTaDf9Ex-fyNCRO2MtaApNTTGXOzaJNiUBjiy1Tad4Dpmo0cDJKqUKxLnr-zwzultSZA/s1600/IMG_6916.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-bAtU8chTmemmHmTrEVtHom8zhbxyfYo_tTQezSSTbNIZtddS_3QNHOIvkro5LDMQfH0Mw_RTaDf9Ex-fyNCRO2MtaApNTTGXOzaJNiUBjiy1Tad4Dpmo0cDJKqUKxLnr-zwzultSZA/s800/IMG_6916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667563961278174450" style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRWmifV9NwW9RyC1A2ZtsD2NOfJrVp5Z86NB4Pw6CyDoRqHP9Yy9aFbtCHg94Q58ftjagchv1fdcdF75DMrfNp2b27OARKFx5JWaQ9qQokiQR0H8xuhPi22RmoTf3Ndl8gtNJDOjOSQE/s800/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667564319224127394" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSVL8LdIucGY_L8eXeCYRWdpPV32UraGhaBtQp83ulFpWCSMnjvCXtLx3S-s6ZHg1okoNeadsq75QhycyObEKYBEpgbCPQF3ywgcbTqenSK_TuSXKIq0LhpzxvzeFhoIgUuBU87J4KTs/s800/IMG_6932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667564674616627714" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div><div>this last picture, KILLS. ME. he is turning into mr. personality, let me tell you.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-43236356516564681352011-10-24T16:39:00.000-07:002011-10-27T12:20:25.920-07:00looking up.<div style="text-align: justify;">roe & i have been soaking up this fantastic weather & spend our afternoons taking adventures crunching the leaves beneath our feet & looking up into the rapidly changing fall colors above us. we strolled to a park the other day & although each attempt to capture God's grandeur around us failed miserably i <i>was</i> able to catch my darling kiddo on camera. of course.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSAkG4yeD2lidnMtHOV0kqKsBX_0d1oykTbPZ6iGaSB2uvfRS72TUVWUhh3TTQzS166ZCEUl4RPXsVLCHklVYdNK0N5BcuY6t-8ECmBWmpgyOSBKjXJAUd5sBMDi6OncPtyfetIhgbxA/s800/IMG_6823.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667210382629058194" style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-53953039419589240682011-10-24T09:11:00.000-07:002011-10-27T12:20:42.745-07:00my life in a nutshell.<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31011100?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="600" height="425" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-84202823846499335382011-10-21T16:08:00.000-07:002011-10-23T23:02:56.310-07:00those lips.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsfQeBFP6OgbXDsHg-EtIg4xLGCyakxyrXnnEJsdBFUsCA3nBja8D3PyD5QatGm0RFkq7g21y9dUwZcx0ad5wLdtsh-M5azhRuPOCNtcVm2JVjg0-2dXo6tsk2EmC2QIFk_IVN7Vf3RZI/s1600/IMG_6835.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; ;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsfQeBFP6OgbXDsHg-EtIg4xLGCyakxyrXnnEJsdBFUsCA3nBja8D3PyD5QatGm0RFkq7g21y9dUwZcx0ad5wLdtsh-M5azhRuPOCNtcVm2JVjg0-2dXo6tsk2EmC2QIFk_IVN7Vf3RZI/s800/IMG_6835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666086534787636082" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; ">well my little roe buddy - you have reached your seven month mark & both you & i are still alive, phew. i would be lying if i didn't say we have our rough days, but each & every day gets better & better. each day you learn a new trick, get into something different or agree to eat a new food & my life could not feel more complete.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">you are talking more & more & every little happy sound you make makes daddy & i smile from ear to ear. you still babble out 'dadadada' however your current favorite phrase of choice is 'bababababa'. you prefer to speak unprovoked & have come to simply respond better when we talk to you like an adult. there are so many instances when i talk to you & i really think you understand what i am saying. in fact we ran into some friends at the mall the other day & when i asked you to say bye, you waved & said what sounded freakishly like 'bye-bye'. since then you have waved goodbye to many a stranger & shown off your new talent to daddy in the mirror just today. </div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">your wide toothless grin may not be toothless for much longer. no pearly whites have physically appeared, but you did have a recent tantrum spell where you would wake up in the night screaming & refused to nurse. lucky for mommy & daddy, we got to stand with the freezer door open while we finger fed you ice chips, since that was the only means of soothing you at four in the morning. we have recovered since then, but i am nervous for those teeth to rear their ugly heads.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">you are an ambitious little fella & determined as all get up. you have perfected the scoot & can easily make your way to anything on the living room floor. of course the cords under the TV & daddy's shoes by the front door are your toys of choice, but for the most part i am just elated that you are moving. mothers talk about how they miss the days when their child couldn't get into anything, but i could not be more excited that you are into everything. i watch as you learn that if you pull something down from too far above that it will inadvertently crash onto your face. i cheer as you reach with determination for the books on the shelf & beam with pride when you finally pull one down & hit its pages with joy. & although frustrating, your daddy & i laugh when you squirm & roll out of a diaper change & charge for the nearest interesting object.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">i was nervous that we were never going to get you to eat anything since you defiantly rejected everything at first, but the recent days have proven otherwise. you favor applesauce & peas, but have been a great little eater, downing green beans, yams, bananas, avocado & rice crackers. you still just bang your own spoon of your highchair tray, but open your mouth wide when we feed you, bite after bite.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">your personality is growing each day & your intensity for life makes us crazy happy. you giggle more & scream more. you cry more intensely & laugh more fervently. you love the outdoors & stare in awe at other babies & kids. you climb out of our arms easier, but also spend many sweet moments snuggled in our arms. you listen very intently while daddy plays radiohead for you & calm down as soon as i start singing itsy-bitsy spider. recently, when you get really excited or really frustrated, you clench your fists along with every muscle in your face & body. obviously your daddy & i find this more than amusing & laugh & laugh. when we laugh you laugh & your smile permeates my very soul.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">you, my handsome boy, are the joy that i never knew i was missing. even after spending just a minute with you everyone comments on what a happy & beautiful baby you are. imagine what my life is like, being in your presence always? bliss, i tell you, absolute bliss.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">my whole heart is yours - mommy </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-78315277970355137012011-10-10T10:53:00.000-07:002011-10-10T11:11:13.541-07:00insta update.<div style="text-align: justify;">last night aaron & i spent most of the night catering to a seemingly helpless teething babe, but this morning i am counting our ever so small victories & basking in their glory! first, we found another food that our sweet babe will enjoy - enter, yams.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6IT7tjw40updJMQVzip2YBC8ur77MI9d2TgvebdlZsJ7HSW1qxKmJ7hhqG_yyiPn9Vc5NfXylLzdrjhj-yEE1GU1_iZ9Q8Co__Ykd49U8ndnGHF-4v159zC8P57L1LS01geis8sU9I0/s800/blog+eat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661926925676158370" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">my second, third, fourth & fifth victories? the bed is made, my car is clean of clutter, make-up is on my face, a brush has been through my hair & i am ready for the day. furthermore & most importantly roe is sleeping sweetly {hopefully making up for last night - poor guy}.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">these victories allow me to update our blog with photos of our recent happenings. before all this crazy cold weather hit we took a family bike ride to <a href="http://station22cafe.com/">station22</a> on provo center street - roe loved it & snuggled with us in the crisp fall evening air.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsdgPA27Ym3FMDrEThrjfGBP5_hxJEBMqsHGk4hbgE1WkorpE6gBFeSbh8GdfOHSwdQH1WyeWYha7VHc5ZXfFCrb5KIPV_jPWNeo0KWu2ki0J0j_4HDiYr9NccsdQcQPnrmAKFo7S3cE/s1600/blog+22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsdgPA27Ym3FMDrEThrjfGBP5_hxJEBMqsHGk4hbgE1WkorpE6gBFeSbh8GdfOHSwdQH1WyeWYha7VHc5ZXfFCrb5KIPV_jPWNeo0KWu2ki0J0j_4HDiYr9NccsdQcQPnrmAKFo7S3cE/s800/blog+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661926459012277810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">we spent a majority of our summer sitting on our front lawn & since those days are certainly numbered now, i have been soaking up each day of sunshine with our little outdoors boy.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnfXDXohVKMN4EeVnU7EkP0QOXWmHBVdkocS6AthJ9qn7u4_DKGVhu4sjWiWOT9A_1DcUVNjM6RTLsg7JqqRcTfzmTKgwJXQV8qhtd2Ty7B3VPJ9ApcPQcn2DATP2nO4Yy-hKxp0ObYE/s1600/blog+outside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnfXDXohVKMN4EeVnU7EkP0QOXWmHBVdkocS6AthJ9qn7u4_DKGVhu4sjWiWOT9A_1DcUVNjM6RTLsg7JqqRcTfzmTKgwJXQV8qhtd2Ty7B3VPJ9ApcPQcn2DATP2nO4Yy-hKxp0ObYE/s800/blog+outside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661926930347497346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">thanks to <a href="http://instagr.am/">instagram</a> for keeping track of our life photo-style! here is to the small {yet enormous} victories!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqmjOtDg1y1meCJyXjLdHc2l21FAjZ1-4YUCyCbTtsZFCMdsLmeTBu6wvhj55czwixMV9gC2DemaqJD63WjTAUVQ1N5b_utFFgddJVDwWyWVaF3SO1NbenpAXgClIFg5Fj49f7yfwRK8/s800/blog+sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661926933054595922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">follow me on instagram @kaytioldham</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-28192974518605984222011-10-04T15:44:00.000-07:002011-10-04T16:38:40.925-07:00fallin'.<div style="text-align: justify;">of course aaron & i have fallen head over heals in love with our little nugget. i joke about this with friends, but even though i giggle about it, i am being deadly straight serious when i say that even when roe is not giggling on the floor or snuggling in my arms i am thinking, talking or editing images of roe giggling on the floor or snuggling in my arms. he really is my entire world.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7v5xxtw_1yar5x6mjq2S9X23qonB8AfDO48AEnBJJ99XfwUVbuQfZ-2uZeglk7444ukgO9LYsQEl4GBA5WUOTCwdtfzydMm3BN8t6V6p9yByAYS-H5c0pZ6JrdNcx2bYtqHyKgnfNsw/s800/IMG_6495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659773900084992642" style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; ; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">this sunday we handed the camera over to my fabulously talented SIL joanna oldham & shot a few {hundred} photos in the beautiful fall leaves. thanks again jo, it was so refreshing to not be the one behind the camera!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-16398510136061903152011-10-03T10:27:00.000-07:002011-10-04T15:31:25.544-07:00yeehaw.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyTy1MgzfE2b4jBnIySus7_-QpAkteLDzxyMy-yyCAlR8dJtRonumhFNezp12HAYojLeHtsntaD1e9ZDFWhHR7yJmhhV0Agk78jxMOJwKk0vsocA7HhLp9OcxrFG6eOmR-f5HgnwzPY0/s1600/blog+ride.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; ;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyTy1MgzfE2b4jBnIySus7_-QpAkteLDzxyMy-yyCAlR8dJtRonumhFNezp12HAYojLeHtsntaD1e9ZDFWhHR7yJmhhV0Agk78jxMOJwKk0vsocA7HhLp9OcxrFG6eOmR-f5HgnwzPY0/s800/blog+ride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659767893266598562" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">monroe went on his first 4-wheeler ride yesterday in the cautious arms of his father. he spent most of the ride nestled into aaron shoulder & all in all loved the wind in his hair.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581431378914150091.post-4257432026171100842011-10-03T09:35:00.000-07:002011-10-03T10:24:59.714-07:00& so my needs are great.<div style="text-align: justify;">this weekend was <a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/watch?lang=eng">LDS General Conference</a> weekend & in turn was a peaceful, uplifting weekend spent with incredible friends & a fantastic family. all i could think of the entire 8 hours of listening to our beloved prophet & apostles was how to apply their teachings in my life so as to become a better mother & wife. i knew my life would change dramatically when i had Monroe, but i had no idea how persistently he would be at the very forefront of my mind. i sing him 'i am a child of God' each time i lay him down to sleep, but i had no idea that even the simple words to that little primary song would take on a whole new meaning to me. i understand that i am quite literally raising a child of our Father in Heaven & that mantle upon my shoulders is one that i carry with pride, admiration, honor & love. in turn i could not be more grateful for the loving examples of mothers all around me. i look up to my girl friends for support & council & i turn to my sister-in-laws for advice & love. it really does take a village to raise a child & my village is full of absolutely incredible people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">we started our sunday with a few of the afore mentioned amazing friends & shared waffles & great conversation about <a href="http://www.standard.net/stories/2011/10/01/provo-tabernacle-be-rebuilt-temple">the temple</a>, going up just a few short blocks from our house, among children's laughter & babies coos {or, as in roe's case, cries}.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDtM2ce7T7V7sANzFBGORCbkdipOtGhLt7wcpeFvmXJgDbmr1KVM5K6bBpmgxelu0d-mNEv-1BIagwyci6tZO4h59NFvywQCCSAS-flV7W00P6tEnnbAhl_6-8nmZctKsBHS5jPLrX_M/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659315700740863570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">we finished up the afternoon up at my, also previously mentioned, fantastic in-laws home. where, despite his lack of naps, the onset of teething & obsessive attachment to mommy, roe spent a while in the arms of my sweet father-in-law.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-inr2JT9iQ8BoJa52HQzeZ6oi4LBJNWMby42WSCh6h1pjUo2fwPaAo-4EezTQJ8WKVKfMOgpvUQMovUnnVyQ0u7YHkKkhhrNsl_AtJmOcjidFJF4uUHjW8wCknQ0fQQeVJQJ8qwIGwjg/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659317127573769394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px; " /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">i am so very grateful for the guidance we received this weekend from our church leaders & for the ongoing acute advice & loving support from our dear friends & family.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1