tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168133592024-03-07T01:25:26.808-06:00The Life and Times of a TynerChristi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-80162228365414908672012-12-15T16:58:00.002-06:002012-12-15T16:58:52.765-06:00If It's good enough for Jesus...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, we've been struggling to decide how to "do" Christmas with our kids. You know...Santa/no Santa...tons of gifts/very few...getting/giving. One very important tradition we have started is our daily Random Acts of Kindness to get us in the "giving" spirit. I have to say I LOVE IT! And the kids are excited about it everyday. Charleigh has started to come to me with her own "extra" acts of kindness she would like to do...which was JUST my goal...get her thinking outward instead of inward. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, Santa. I am ALL for the magic of Santa and our fun little Elf on the Shelf. But, I have to admit, lying about the whole thing and having them work to please this big guy who is "watching" them all the time is somewhat bothering me. He isn't God after all. So, I have desperately tried to keep ole Saint Nick in perspective. He is a man, who really existed and loved the Lord. He gave gifts to please God...he embodies the spirit of Christmas. EVERY time we talk about Santa I am sure to relate him back to Jesus, how he served him, loved him and this whole shi-bang is for HIM. I am satisfied with that compromise. Still letting them have their innocence on the matter but making SURE they are not missing the point (after all, I have no problem with them believing that mickey mouse is real...I'm not telling them otherwise...are you?) The one thing I was still struggling with was the whole "presents" thing. How can little baby Jesus compete with a man with a bag full of toys?? So, here is our idea from now on. Our kids will receive three presents from Santa. The same three presents Jesus himself received: Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. After all, if it was good enough for the king of kings, how dare we ask for more! Here is an article describing how we will do this. Thought I'd share :)</span></div>
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<strong style="font-weight: bolder;"><span style="color: #333366;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="arttitle1"><span style="font-size: 15pt;">Begging for Myrrh</span></span></span></span></strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em><span style="color: black;"><span class="artdeck1"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><a href="http://community.babycenter.com/post/a15547455/gold_frankincense_and_myrrh_christmas_gifts#" id="_GPLITA_2" in_hdr="" in_rurl="http://i.trkjmp.com/click?v=VVM6MjcyMTQ6MTg6c3RyZXNzZWQgb3V0OmE5YzgyNmY5NTdlMjZlZjEwZWUzNDlkZGViMTk4N2JlOnotMTMyNC0xMDUzOTM6Y29tbXVuaXR5LmJhYnljZW50ZXIuY29tOjE5MDU1OjhhMmY2OWYzZWU0YWRiM2E1NDE5YmIxZmRmYjQyN2M3" style="color: #008eaa;" title="Click to Continue > by Coupon Caddy">Stressed out</a> by Christmas presents? Try this simple approach to godly gift giving.</span></span></span></em><span class="artbyline1"><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><span style="color: #333366;">By Trina Conner Schaetz</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong style="font-weight: bolder;">I</strong>f you're like most Christian parents, you enter the holiday season intent on focusing your family's celebrations on the "true meaning" of Christmas. We set up our <a href="http://community.babycenter.com/post/a15547455/gold_frankincense_and_myrrh_christmas_gifts#" id="_GPLITA_1" in_rurl="http://i.trkjmp.com/click?v=VVM6MTAzNzQ6MjE4Om5hdGl2aXR5IHNldHM6ZmEzMjZiYjJhNTczZTI4YzkzOWE4NmM2ZDE1OTMyOTg6ei0xMzI0LTEwNTM5Mzpjb21tdW5pdHkuYmFieWNlbnRlci5jb206MjQwMjo4OGEzODcwZWRkNGFiODJjOTg1ODlkZmI2OTk5OGYzMQ" style="color: #008eaa;" title="Click to Continue > by Coupon Caddy">nativity sets</a>, bake birthday cakes for Jesus, and reenact the birth of the Savior so that our children aren't confused about what Christmas is about. Some of us even choose to keep Santa out of our holiday to prevent our children from losing sight of Jesus' birth.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">But Santa or no Santa, most families find that the whole gift-giving commotion ends up fizzling our focus anyway. Even if Mom and Dad try to reign in the gift explosion, kids get oodles of presents from Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Bob and Aunt Susie, friends, and even neighbors. As a result, our visions of a meaning-filled Christmas get buried under all the wrapping paper, and by December 26, we start making promises to do things better next year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">In an effort to maintain some control over the lessons learned at Christmas, my husband and I have come up with a way of giving gifts that seems to work beautifully. Maybe you've tried limiting your giving to three gifts per child to echo the three gifts Jesus received from the Magi. But our idea takes this plan a step further. The three gifts themselves symbolize those that Jesus received from the wise men: "On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshipped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh" (<span class="artscript1">Matt. 2:11</span>).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">On Christmas morning, our immediate family takes time to reflect on why we celebrate Christmas. Each child receives three presents: one to represent gold, one to represent frankincense, and one to represent myrrh. As we open them, we talk about the special significance behind the gifts that Jesus received, and how they symbolize Jesus as King, as God, and as Savior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong style="font-weight: bolder;"><span style="color: #333366;"><span class="arthead1"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Gifts of Gold</span></span></span></strong><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">When Jesus was born, gold was even more valuable than it is today. It was a gift that was fit for a king or someone of the highest regard. What a great symbol it was for Jesus to receive such an offering from the wise men, as he is indeed the King of kings and Lord of lords.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Not only did the gold gift signify Jesus' kingly position, but in their book, <span class="artcite1"><em>Gifts for the King</em></span>, (published by Priscilla and Aquilla Ministries and available at house2house.org), Bill and Leah Miller suggest that the gold may also have helped Mary and Joseph escape Bethlehem. It may have paid for the family's expenses and protection while they traveled secretly to Egypt to flee King Herod.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">This Christmas, explain to your children how the wise men's gift of gold was significant to Jesus and his family. Then give each child her own "gold" gift. The present should be something of great importance to suggest how valuable your child is to your family.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Gold gifts often end up being our most expensive presents. For example, a gold gift might be the bicycle a child has been dreaming about, the CD player she has been saving for, or a piece of jewelry that seems appropriate. For an extra treat, wrap the "gold" gift in shiny gold paper with iridescent gold bows or ribbons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong style="font-weight: bolder;"><span style="color: #333366;"><span class="arthead1"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Gifts of Frankincense</span></span></span></strong><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">Frankincense is a white resin or sap taken from the wounds of a tree found in East Africa and Southern Arabia. Today, frankincense is known for its antiseptic, anti-fungal, and anti-inflammatory properties. No wonder people in ancient times begged for it. It was probably one of the ancient world's first "cure-all" medicines, healing everything from infections to headaches. Surely Mary and Joseph could use the gift of frankincense with a new baby around.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Frankincense was also a sacred substance. In <span class="artscript1">Exodus 30:34-37</span>, God specifically requests that frankincense be used as sacred incense in his Temple and forbids the Israelites to use frankincense for anything besides his religious purposes. God commanded the Israelites to place frankincense in front of the Tent of Meeting to scent the place where he had promised to meet with them.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Years after that temple was destroyed, God sent his own Son, Jesus, to be a symbolic "Tent of Meeting" for all people. How appropriate, then, that the wise men brought frankincense as a gift for Mary's baby. Jesus had become our Emmanuel: God with us.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">With that in mind, your child's "frankincense" gift should correspond with the way he "meets" with God. For example, you could give your child a new study Bible, a devotional book, a journal, or worship CD as a frankincense gift. A younger child might enjoy a Christian video or CD of children's praise songs. Eventually, your children will be able to identify the ways they most enjoy spending time with God and will be able to suggest future ideas for their frankincense gifts. As a symbolic touch, decorate frankincense presents with bright white paper and bows to represent the sacred white incense that Jesus received.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong style="font-weight: bolder;"><span style="color: #333366;"><span class="arthead1"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Gifts of Myrrh</span></span></span></strong><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">Like frankincense, myrrh is also a resin taken from a special tree; however, rather than being white, myrrh is a dark, earthy color and has a rich aroma. In ancient times myrrh was used to scent anointing oils, perfumes, and embalming liquids. Today you can still find myrrh added to some soaps, oils, and lotions.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Miller notes that myrrh was more costly than gold or frankincense because it was needed for the sacred embalming process before a person's burial. Still, it seems strange to offer an embalming liquid as a gift to celebrate a baby's birth. But when you consider that Jesus was born to eventually die for our sins, the symbolism behind the treasured gift of myrrh becomes easier to understand.<span class="artscript1">John 19:39-40</span> confirms that Nicodemus did, in fact, anoint Jesus with myrrh as part of his burial preparation.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">I am not, however, suggesting that you give your child a gift suitable for her funeral. Instead, remind your children that even though Jesus started out as a little baby, he was sent to die on the cross to take the punishment for each of our sins. Then, as a family, be thankful for Jesus' sacrifice.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">For a "myrrh" gift, present each child with something to "anoint" her body. For instance, you might give scented bath soaps, perfume or cologne, lotion, or shampoo. For younger children, choose colorful bath bubbles or playful tub soaps. To stretch your options a little farther, consider buying combs, hair products, comfy towels, or even make-up if it's age appropriate. If you look hard enough, you might even find something made with real myrrh. Wrap the myrrh gift with earth-toned paper to represent myrrh's rich dark color.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong style="font-weight: bolder;"><span style="color: #333366;"><span class="arthead1"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Real Gift</span></span></span></strong><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">With a little creativity, these three gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh will help remind your children that Jesus is our King of kings, our Emmanuel, and our Sacrificial Lamb. When the extended family arrives bearing even more gifts, your children will already be focused on Christ and be able to receive additional presents gratefully and graciously. They might even enjoy telling other relatives about their "wise men"gifts.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Have fun with this approach. Your kids might not get it at first, but as the years go by, it will become a treasured family tradition; it has for us. No matter how many gifts come flooding through your door, the three gifts will help your whole family remember that the most important gift given on that first blessed Christmas came not from the wise men, but from God: the gift of his Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ.</span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-40491571633453184152011-05-13T11:56:00.002-05:002011-05-16T13:40:32.858-05:00If you have/want a child, read this...So, I started a fundraiser for my sister and her husband, to raise money for them to have an IVF procedure. And while, I feel like I can passionately tell you their story all day long, and beg you to be a part of their solution, I know to see the journey from her eyes will speak miles farther than I ever could. If you have ever struggled with infertility, you know the hurt poured out in these following words. And if you have beautiful children of your own (no matter how bad you think they are) drop to your knees and tearfully praise the one who blessed you with them...you have no idea how those little annoyances you deal with everyday, scraping green beans off the wall, digging play-dough out of the carpet or having a scratched up coffee table from where they've played one too many games of "vroom vroom" with their matchbox cars....yeah, you have no idea how those little annoyances can be something another actually longs for...<br />Here's to scratch marks on coffee tables:<br /><br />(written by Sharry Bingham)<br />"Here is our story of infertility. Josh and I were married in November 2006. We both knew that we wanted to have children soon. We decided to wait about a year so we could get settled in our marriage. So, in March 2008, we began trying to conceive our first child. The first nine months past by with no pregnancy, so after a few tests were run on Josh and I, the doctor put me on Clomid to help achieve pregnancy. After taking Clomid for the 6 months allowed, we still had no success. They doctor then said he needed to do laproscopic surgery to see if there were any problems with my reproductive system since he could not figure out what was wrong through other tests. <br />He performed that in July 2009. As I woke up from surgery, the doctor explained to me that I had Stage IV (severe) endometriosis. He told me that he was not able to get rid of it all because the risk was too high to do that laproscopically. In order for us to have a chance of getting pregnant, the doctor would have to do a more invasive surgery to remove the endometriosis. To do this, I would have to take medicine for 6 months that would put me through temporary menopause and then do the surgery. This surgery would not only push pregnancy back at least another 6 months, but would put me out of work for 2-4 weeks! After much prayer, we agreed to do it. I had the surgery in December 2009. The recovery was terrible, but it was successful in cleaning up the majority of the endometriosis. The doctor reminded us that endometriosis grows back over time and our chances of pregnancy decrease the longer it takes. So, after a couple months of recovery, we went to work trying again. I was on Clomid again for another 4 months before deciding that it was past time to make an appointment with a fertility specialist! <br />We met our fertility doctor in September 2010 and after an ultrasound, found that I had several cysts on my ovaries, probably from all the Clomid I had taken and that I would yet again have to WAIT another month to let them go away before doing any aggressive treatment. Finally, in October, we were able to start fertility shots and complete an IUI cycle. Everything looked good with the procedure, but we did not get pregnant. In November, I had more cysts from the previous IUI cycle and needed to take another month break. We also skipped December because we could not work the fertility schedule around all of the holiday travel and plans. So, as you can imagine, we went back in January well rested and ready to try IUI again. When they did my ultrasound in January, they found more cysts. This concerned the nurse since I had been off meds for two months. She also noticed that one of my cysts in particular looked a little different. She sent my results to the doc to review and we made an appt. to talk with him. He told us that he thought my endometriosis had come back and produced endometriomas (cysts) on my ovaries that were hindering us from getting pregnant. They only way to see how bad it was and fix it was to do surgery for a third time. <br />Honestly, Josh and I were devastated and had our faith tested. We didn’t understand why this was happening to us. We did a lot of praying and spending time with God. It was during this time that our relationship with God grew the most. He taught us that He is in control and as long as we are trusting and placing our faith in Him, He is going to bless us more than we can imagine. We both had a peace about the surgery, so we moved forward. I had the surgery in March 2011 and it could not have gone any better. It was less invasive than we thought it was going to be, the recovery was good, and the doctor was happy with what he was able to do. Of course, now it was time to get pregnant and quickly before the endometriosis came back. In April 2011, we began another IUI cycle. Everything was going beautifully and I had SEVERAL (almost too many) follicles developing. The doctor even seriously talked to us about the risk of having multiples. We were really excited about the progress we were making and everything seemed to be on track. I went in for my pregnancy test and it was negative. I know God wants to give us the desires of our hearts and wants to bless us. I also know His will and timing are perfect and this just meant that it was not time, but that fact didn’t take away the disappointment we felt at that moment. <br />As you can imagine, this story gives us plenty to complain about and reason to be angry, BUT we have learned to be thankful for this battle we are going through. We see God using this difficult time in our lives every day to make us stronger and allow us to help and encourage others in a similar situation. Bringing God glory through this is our main focus. This brings us to where we are today, May 2011. We are going to start the IVF process and pray for success. This is an expensive process and we have had so many friends willing to give to support us. Although the money given is EXTREMELY helpful in us reaching our ultimate goal of becoming parents, Josh and I would like most of all to ask for your prayers. Prayer is such a powerful tool. I believe God hears all prayers and wants to grant the request of His people. We know God will bless us with a child one day through some means so please pray that we stay focused on trusting and being faithful to God, that we seek and follow His will, and that this procedure will be successful."<br /><br />If God has put a tear in your heart over this story, HELP. Please click the "donate" button on the right hand side of this page and help. I am offering custom fabric flower pins in exchange for a $10 donation but certainly the cause is much greater...please help us put feet to our prayers, giving up one starbuck's coffee this week could add $5 to their miracle.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Don't confuse empathy with compassion. It's not compassion until you cross the street." Christine Caine</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-23689518980490934432010-10-05T11:49:00.027-05:002010-10-18T16:15:32.577-05:00A Year to Remember :)This is the kind of blog post that you will never get through unless you take water breaks...for that reason, I will include mandatory intermissions. You're welcome. So, after August 14th (Charleigh's 11 month celebration) these are the events that followed:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524667957335829458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzihS4RqNvkd4ktL6u8kndTd3AjF8y0tNp9cEp40ou89o7k_4rJ65G_4kct3hVgX68Wp7leSerFLSM0KTEvfOj1SFjDp44hB4IhHC2LgqGxS4rKwJeYM56hwQnylx6TTZTWCGHA/s320/yard4.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Okay, when I was pregnant with Charleigh one of the boys in our youth group (Ryan Bell) asked me what he could get for her. I was a little stunned that a teenager would be so thoughtful to even ask so, knowing he was a musical talent, I said, "Well, you could always write her a song, haha." Well, he did just that! He gave this to me when she was about 3 months old but I couldn't post it until now (due to copyright stuff). I cry every time I listen to it as the pain of the miscarriages still seems fresh, and the fear of not knowing if we'd ever get our little angel comes flooding back. But, the fear has been replaced by JOY! And she will always be OUR little girl! So, here is her song: **Uhh ohh, song wouldn't upload...I'm going to keep trying**</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxSbZO86a7rTpp5-vbvw1IOGgwo38z0EAst_MEvwakDnWEe88htsL4TyLwHy6nScFaVnBUy6ngn7YQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>First off what is Charleigh girl up to these days, you ask? Oh man, let me tell ya...She is officially a toddler (I'm assuming to "officially" qualify, you must toddle...and she does)! She walks everywhere now, I couldn't get her to crawl if I put her food on the ground. She's fast too. She is out of her mouthing stage, I mean, she still wants to eat everything but not because she is mouthing it, but because she is always HUNGRY. At 11.5 months she finally got some more teeth (as you will see in some of these pictures), her top two came in. Now at 12 months plus some she is getting her top two teeth next to her big ones (I have no idea what those are called). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662479020318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBvOpW8ogQEt05uSHkUmAINR8t87qfrJkDZKbw-95KW5zUnt-Nx1vMGbxSVKlBFSiPWE-gvQ6MU-uN9xIwJv4n5dZxmWBc302DUYU4suZvNHRlO5jztogXGmtSxxD6hsWYibXnw/s320/books.JPG" border="0" />She has started LOVING to read. All day, she brings me and Daddy books to read and acutally listens to us read them! Aunt Sharry and Uncle Josh got her a box of 26 books each devoted to one letter of the alphabet. She carries it around (it's pretty heavy) and sits down to read them periodically :) She is getting SO stinkin' smart. Her sign language is just easy as pie now, walks around at parties asking everyone for "more" off their plates, which is why her thighs look they way they do. She is proficient at "eat" and "done"and "more", she knows what "thank you" and "please" and "potty" mean, but she doesn't do them herself yet. Speaking of potty, we've got BIG news...more about this with a video below. On her one year birthday she weighed 22lbs and 4 oz, a BIG slow down in the weight gain, which I attribute to walking, but everyone who sees her comments on how tall she is so, maybe she just looks thinner? She actually didn't go in for her one year checkup until the 29th, they had her weight at 22lbs and 4 oz (70%), her height was 31.25 inches (95%), and her head was 90% (I don't remember the measurement). She no longer takes the bottle (figured I should remedy that quickly before it became a problem). She totally didn't care when I stopped giving it to her, she just drinks her milk (which is real cow's milk now) out of a sippy cup. She refuses to use any of the fancy, technological sippy cups...she only wants to use the cheap take-along kind. Boo...not so cute. Anyway, that's in a nutshell what has been happening on the Charleigh front :)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Here she is in her cute little converse, that she only got to wear once before she jumped TWO shoe sizes!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264012444620034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgje8GY3Azo_qo1mn3YBLqaxunD6cFY_tyR-L7XvLTUtywjhKDyjSj9zcH4VGMMGLTfsK7dW7U6vueaMGRmFhAOp7WvitoUE2tRSiq3hBQ3NE4sF1MKwjlddQI6sKTXwdGQVSb-fQ/s320/converse.JPG" border="0" /> We started off her 12th month with a trip up to Bama, my cousin was getting married and Justin was heading out of town for work so I fancied it was a great time to go visit P'ville! Before we left we played with Granny and Papa's picture (which is why it looks all wrinkly and torn).<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwYte-05XIwT0mgSMNRcbO-l_C_hUQDxGjebJffTyN9an3uIE3bNtdZ-nuCNMnLLE4Qchjx3hagyL8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663892534322178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8Ca0JN3G43w66qGmnTf-25pQayp9zk_UbejmnNx1rVCNXxu_365aihVYKTb08JRAt0JzZO7AiO0zTZyaz1lad7LQRtAkvaoa2D5QzWI96ER8Rn5XEmZKMvy7KMFCVSbTyl2jCg/s320/DSC_0299.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvkdTO05_dyiRM9XxLLhlJBoKexzA4INzDn1QBe14V_YmotkRoSZEKCjPYZje_T4WjiQIkpe_PHJ86GQbmrlXoRgdU1G9E4lLJlCuVCFqi_8o8Ix0CpqRtoKQEjQJj3IjdMCEqQ/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663887753660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvkdTO05_dyiRM9XxLLhlJBoKexzA4INzDn1QBe14V_YmotkRoSZEKCjPYZje_T4WjiQIkpe_PHJ86GQbmrlXoRgdU1G9E4lLJlCuVCFqi_8o8Ix0CpqRtoKQEjQJj3IjdMCEqQ/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" /></a> My sis's and I at the wedding (Charleigh started sqealing at the ring bearer when he walked down, we had to leave the room to calm her down)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0Y9chlw_bxFTSnQHWjBWbrZvmQ9_QL4CWDGHePVrDo1XUG0ZnKRJ8UH5xJh1KKEdoPeqfTKjvWyjBgq-Wyk8xKt8sc5aq4wCdLTxehaB6w9FNQt-lmCUPdg4Udr0VUQGeL9u0g/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663887615487602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0Y9chlw_bxFTSnQHWjBWbrZvmQ9_QL4CWDGHePVrDo1XUG0ZnKRJ8UH5xJh1KKEdoPeqfTKjvWyjBgq-Wyk8xKt8sc5aq4wCdLTxehaB6w9FNQt-lmCUPdg4Udr0VUQGeL9u0g/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" /></a> While we were there I caught Papa sneaking popsicles to my little darling.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663881229197986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5Tx6mcAnahfW6xP52nRV11jJhyphenhyphenTFwT9tr8g1ctM86-YF_h3RwwgoXQSlAOtZK7paRXjhWz4TlpGwNMjoSzAj5-EZxQlSn0uhZbS6rXUs5ZsvnJzUBLD6QRaYvnRcIjr22C50BQ/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" />Here she is in Granny's bathtub...she LOVES the bath.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Next we took time to celebrate Big Mama this month! It was her 29th birthday! Acutally this picture was taken a few weeks later for Char's bday. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608558830797010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEH1g4JKTkiPguVoQ9lr0h08j87Hvt6nkasb7An-4LJ-bHVOLgT58kEKdl9vRjRkc8tnHEP6dR3b_nEV3LqJ8qwwwZcmh2lxRK85nCa54MR33_z4djsQiSexopT2dPQa19MaMPlw/s320/IMG_6233.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><div>Here she is rockin' her new pink cowgirl boots Big Mama got her AND her cute sweater dress Auntie Whitney got her:) Plus the lace legging which mommy couldn't resist at Target.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264015527541378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4rD1z97asXsbwcWwlGCdyWFR_EoJVg1Ah7XHkeDQQaFyFqFSOkdpbR3MoCbTzbHAUVSoImlKmgvVw7U5T8ecec2mz92vS6XWpdig2eyDaLWCl-4SLp-yk5dggcYlbPaxYxSjow/s320/sweater+dress.JPG" border="0" />As if the birthdays ended there...every weekend in September was full on the Tyner's calendar with LOTS of birthdays! First up on the kiddo list was Cade and Hayes (I'm so glad their mama does their birthdays together).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524667951036145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXadUXTeRmgp7bBlt77nWn-8WD45nqvWp7Nuk1EoGi70wIKamxwU1NVtXeXwk_xTj2BxeHlDqfzaWHdcDgSrBnSARMQrF9jTIL14oaxTcawCNMo-9_Hp0-o-gjYO8RVlah904sg/s320/IMG_6110.JPG" border="0" />They had a huge water slide and all the kids almost killed themselves having so much fun! Char made her appearance in her FSU cheeleading outfit as it was their first game of the season.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663897872384018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjCz6-nLqiTaA6TbSniqugEpCdiMi36rKMoKLdvJXeBNdRc34C9k_Nvd4yj8slSWDVGOaPZgJj4gp1opH91XK-eJ2ybUxPuGCxqQaYsLj3ahG3qO5jAk993V-N2d5fbCxeTGwFA/s320/IMG_6100.JPG" border="0" />The next weekend we were off to Nathan's party.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524668833329681410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuxiX-wZPVTNMycZSWjaS_JtCA75mdO4heMaDzOQsJnxMM-mz2lDUeHQZI2aByTOoYsnUnvvktzdsxLq2SdwSgnYMf6B-9ANAGvpMg5iRZsTJmZdaOPCi9qZutFGVWW0FuAEmwQ/s320/IMG_6174.JPG" border="0" />They too had water festivities for the kumquats. We like to take family pictures at birthday parties :) It's our blog, we can do what we want right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The next weekend we doubled up. Sweet Vivian celebrated in the morning and little Emorie was that afternoon:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662483636963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPhfMkxbT01Wdm1IVZSVqVWBcXGeXyv_DCF0Xh8Mbw1lfxYa-tJJF5jwbO1eMjr0so6l5U6NQUx9ZnFBsxU0tGS0g3ArZ8xJ7ZgE4GluqYoUn-aWFyVsxgao_x7bsFBCch8cc2g/s320/charleighandjanie.JPG" border="0" />I forgot my camera at Viv's party so I only got this one shot of Janie and Charleigh sitting at their little minature table together (so cute)!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524669863099425090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Xf8tuXC7F3BzvAs1Pl26ujUZNdXVs5aUIjuXR9Obu1J6N3DD6I9NRNg2rHMd1SlYu001WrqPs9rqhojrSdf9Jcg9E-_AP1eYeZX5z5AeZ5dPyPDocEDSMVtlZZZ36xliJZoZ6g/s320/IMG_6261.JPG" border="0" />And here is Charleigh and Em, they are just little best friends when they are together (one week apart).</div><br /><br /><div>Well, while all that was happening, we had some other things going on during the week. Like...Charleigh turned ONE! We weren't having her party for a week or so later but we still wanted to celebrate her special day. So here is how I decided to wake her up that morning:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzf6_dxhamsK-o_ILQC3oY61i3Bne16uINmnQFcRWjrMbibBaJSkWwXSnrNdEwvABfDpq6s7U99GMM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />She's so precious!</div><br /><div>That day we had several visitors. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264738830264674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6dF3-rHCBo_imEkffgGow69NFc_q4PBTIIQKYsiY89_bMlzrUEd6nR658dlLL2zSurBPI5jZ6wYfGYqLE-5lVyteF8IiTd5DQb_D6qNgQfUSX9XUVesVrzbiL3pCrkRu-BceDQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" />Baby Bella came to wish Char Happy birthday, we went to see Daddy at work, and then Paw Paw and GranMama came over to help celebrate! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527268217614521314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeOkjZfAkBLciKk7YyzRLTx4-iN6RAe2Md6xGCAiIcc-ed45Hbryt37pHS568NceIibQ4i1iRLMgn8ulL71Fu3bDFWVGh1YNMl0MJ44wZj3bVnxtoA_MAhTSydVN1CZXob6kc-Q/s320/carseat.JPG" border="0" />We finally got to turn around her car seat. She just kept looking at me in the front seat driving and busting out laughing...I guess she thought it was funny that she could see me??</div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524668835915153634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NDgE-u8PNXb62WuPZDNaN5l-bI4_CBam0o9MsnbsQXDH7zdEEypBlyHCG_HxEmtWchj5ZItfSbs2YA1SgC91Nobxe47M46quTw10vRGCyBLnFYOGKqlTvKbfTkG2DBCtohEK2g/s320/IMG_6178.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524667960901527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ao0Ex4xcuKtAxnGaIYwzoSq6yuzPIzI3ob74vS1WMVklU8tikEn6Z4oF2PvrWLk6XAq3qeQOSpTJLO26IyKTvUMU-VXe7ikjTAX95gSxQ4jBmKqT9DkCzj9ihh4BfQvU7A8yAw/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529469052681614946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmEy3trXOtxeeLTRmFoB6TMWw7RQq1SdZy_2rmX3SUkKTRBzJb2SdZkF91h4GFZFkcdZbMLqDuhWSE-7PjPv0kEjvZFSZhVJO0KZgs8jux-jcSyR92oXeS-wJGs19UqLv12l99Q/s320/IMG_6188.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>INTERMISSION (insert corny elevator music here)<br /><br /><br /><p>Alright, now that your hydrated and ready to go...let's continue...We also had several playdates and lunchdates as they are our favorite things to do :) In no particular order: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524667970792390722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwl3xGSiYRW9zBZGKCjuxtMYFMufx1kOcIE1JMzniJdAv5-iJk4_igQVVfMoSkMeLqOJFvHmbFoST6GHmztY4tkOsOkw7l3synp78tETSCEDqiyWzMDRku9kvSK5pfnuUHdkblw/s320/IMG_6160.JPG" border="0" />We met Jill, Kennedy, Emily, and Baby Ley for a Chik-fil-a lunch. Charleigh is saying "LIIIGHT" in the picture. This was before Emily found out that her little "girl" had magically become a little BOY! haha, so funny (but totally not, Emily).<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524667962432926578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTmP4IUnKg_tOOAF4eCbdhvI0_ayrojy879IAzyJvP9xLwbAWKixx9fk4rzysitZG-SVJmce_R4YG6Hcw4L7RbQjLwrdg418DvLZYIhK7QoY47t3PXD4nKNEj-E6KGqCjtoQchQ/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" />We also visited the new Roger Scott swimming pool with Jill and K. So fun for the little tikes. Charleigh LOVES to swim. Sticks her whole head in the water and then laughs. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527268183751427826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11S54jvBBvtOs1C9dmdSnzs_zHY7Fa8e-p-hL7kQiLyTv_cRPKT8U0FSaIb4G3xpS7wrvylEkZARaHfxGivuT0oWGVkwxC41KLOOEwFniv7r0L1zQ1Qn3_ye30-lehelcQmdExg/s320/bella+playdate.JPG" border="0" />We always have playdates with Baby Bella but here is one we actually took pictures at ;) they are so cute together.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662863179140306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_yYcZqSO0JFHW7H-yZjcc0cFTnO8ciM8VEfMmYt7KdrU2_4Qp5_GNAslOtw5Idfa-X2JR7orEoNogGcOpm8ZW9CAMp7FRn75bXbXonoQ_QUW-WIHC3WzhZx_HIOmTShGS9BYDw/s320/labordaydaddy.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662868664830642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QU_6bCT8CDYr8F5g7EXHja7NvkWz4xINc0_sBmnveQsCVK_z9dmmtI217LZfgkOLa0Ql5qifTnmEn-reAoWWBCMdtiTlZZB-XJaw2vEfDg7lWJaTWcIxo7SdciKAvrXJmXii0Q/s320/labordayfamily.JPG" border="0" />We went back to Roger Scott with the Kepners for Labor Day (forgot to get a picture with them). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663122926578082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7QORLZHPC-a3qv8xrg7X6YwGep8YgGmCHgi2xFQWDMmdNsovtreLeLRtlCaMcUN7v2m5EhZltDJw-pSYTpv5sQSERK_uPvIyHyU8f8vcBphquMRjo1y8yYJFaoFJZFP6Q6Me4A/s320/taylorkids.JPG" border="0" />Lunchdate with the Taylor's after church one Sunday...Charleigh is in LOVE with Christian (he's only 9 years older). And he is pretty fond of her too. Every Wednesday night at church dinner all three of those Taylor rugrats find Charleigh and just hug her and love her...it makes me happy, those little lovers!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662861140241890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLjAMHvFVj3HMkz1xctD-RNysaTxw5gV1-OMUFRrKIJRcfAIhbIlmHjdBnLuzCypY3fmMK7f5yRgqy_GSBBEJahkl_OsYCdcMy4Vff7iJyWWimMfC_DFFL1ey4FoYN37DdPzbxQ/s320/kennedyplaydate.JPG" border="0" />Here we are having ANOTHER playdate with K and Jill...they look extremely happy don't they?<br /><br />We also got the priviledge of dog-sitting Titan and Tacoma for our friends Jaime and Adam while they went on a week long cruise. These little Yorkies are half the size of Prissy put together...they were soooo stinkin' cute and LOVED to cuddle. I miss them :(<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524663123895766050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVw9sa0XGXNO0uc5SelopPKulF6KrD4cNSITs6S3ZwpqFwhkZhYTT1szVxq2tSmofm_RMA9oKg16rv60V770_a-E6xYGm1bbuse316d0mlZX9PXn_KdELI2O0ucixfH2yHWjvf4g/s320/titan.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264020749266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTxJ2uSOwUb2VUtETS6CQFXwnVOBAb4Pab0hdcX123AemWTkgZylpKwX3QxdehAbxreUntlx3tijCymLSh22Y2S5nas7mJItKZoOj0kJmHeqjo5HS5nNvnCWQQraNiJaVmp5P0Q/s320/tacoma.JPG" border="0" />As the month went on, it grew closer and closer to Charleigh's birthday party. I'm going to write a second post on the party as it was WAY too complicated :) The way I like things apparently. So, I'll skip over the party itself and go to the next day. Granny and Papa had spent the night and were leaving early the next morning. So we took them to Village Inn for breakfast. Charleigh just kept leaning over and hugging Papa...so sweet. (Justin dressed her this particular day, he's totally cool with the big bows I usually put on her but he thinks she looks really sweet with the little ones clipped into her hair...she did look pretty sweet).<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662857341505794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcexynDErLHlioswAFVE5hI4S_AtG_ZjphoFJS32UujWSwkndS7ED8flCNIKqat6Gcr-MrZfdnau49WgnGrjzmJyqHd2_ghe8sz-O1mSbI_zTVpcunjeywBc4IHQS4DDL28YxZ5w/s320/hugpapa.JPG" border="0" /> Granny also gave her her first taste of soda...she did NOT enjoy it. (check out BOTH of their faces..haha)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662493458386738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9LBN1efhDTlL5i7VOEevzvIvfnU6RqveYOqazm6tgeFZCSlczD_xvY-Ei7Pyo2vduZQkot22Vu6V1yoBbkr3kY-5lftufY_rOGTXeibULffYJtGa-MxpEyLEbxK1b9UQ1cOJKQ/s320/grannysoda.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662481547367714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzwS_Q0ivN2mdsQq8Oeg_LqxHLdpOPIqeAtAtd_ov0mAP_LJ7zDjLJrBlHDC8JELOABUPbHjhrtrBEPIF71zBKaWb4V82AD3S_jhk-Qi8LD4jJr68zNZkI5D1PViWy47GX84UHQ/s320/breakfastgrannypapa.JPG" border="0" />Bye bye Granny and Papa :(</p></div><br /><div><br /><p>The next weekend we had our first official theme dinner. A big group of young couples that we are all friends with have decided that we want to have theme dinners every month (inspired by my sis and bro in law). You know dinners where you must come in full theme attire and eat eat "theme" type foods...it's for the kids (or so we claim). This month's dinner was at Jaime and Adam's house and the theme was "Take me out to the Ballgame". Everyone came out in their sports attire and we watched the Bama/Gator game. We ate, hot dogs, cracker jacks, football shaped dips and what not. It was a blast, next month is at the Tyner household for "Nightmare on Spencer Oaks Street"!!! Can't wait!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527268256159120530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLkcXrudx90mt9sIzzbThAbtynbZ9yjsGQPKRzQ8NxNz_gnZbomu16OmwEaHG3SaxaH8iEl78D9Q5W9uMHAEE8xggAUbCkKtXDoUWQgVwR8LdgE9ldnmARwbd93p09QV4CEhrZA/s320/game+day.jpg" border="0" /> Ohhh, so, bad news, my daughter, the one with the amazing immune system who has avoided major sicknesses for the first year of her life...well, she got pink eye!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0zoFxUiF8qCa7wjE-AhCPkCnAluy1GRdX3vrOhV3u5dpxJwKRH2zLKB8YPNjigv1W8pJbeQZ6ByE9l_S3mUs4IF-4JWCqGhEuUBWqAvYlfgGl5iSE6pXgUL7gSG0WK98I0AMHQ/s1600/eye.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527268227655616610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0zoFxUiF8qCa7wjE-AhCPkCnAluy1GRdX3vrOhV3u5dpxJwKRH2zLKB8YPNjigv1W8pJbeQZ6ByE9l_S3mUs4IF-4JWCqGhEuUBWqAvYlfgGl5iSE6pXgUL7gSG0WK98I0AMHQ/s320/eye.JPG" border="0" /></a>It later spread to her other eye and turned into an ear infection :( She woke up Saturday night at 2am with a fever over 103 (I couldn't get her to sit still for the thermometer to beep but, it got up to 103 and I knew we had problems). Worse than the reading was her body, it was beet red and you could hardly hold her without bursting into flames...she was sooo hot. And she was shaking, just shaking, it was so scary. I gave her a warm bath, dosed her with Motrin, and rushed her the ER (per the request of the pediatrician). Found out it was an ear infection and have been giving her motrin/tylenol every three hours non stop. It is now day 4 of our event and she is still running a low grad temp when I don't keep the pain meds in her constantly :( But she is laughing and playing and pretty much back to her old self. **Update: She woke up (day 6) with her left eye swollen shut. Visited the doc and she said that she had a reaction to the Amoxicilin. Now she is on Benadryl too. Oh and she had two ear infections, not one.**<br /></p>INTERMISSION *insert 90's pop music here*<br /><br /><br /><p>Latest crafting:<br />A couple months ago I had a hankerin' to make an over-the-top ruffled pant outfit for Char, since she is walking now I knew it's be so cute to see her little ruffles bouncing back and forth sooo...I came up with a pattern in my head that I prayed would work and to my surprise...IT DID! I loved it! She is wearing this in several pictures above because I just love it so much and she seems to like it too! (it's a halter top which I adore on little girls)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662873607749586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ccHFm4S300CJD4_c4VY4IYoteyDlDmC-3DEojrZ1MRPopRFkCsHXgX_e4YqhMRhcjzOldEvwiTi1IqRYgBtiTf1k0uQZvyj947B85jgAjQJIB_Xntj5468ig_upycxYepdTewg/s320/retropantssuit.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527268275213153250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9IjwzC9c6D0t02L6PT71ru6ufjcJQ6SGKybNuG5GM7CMPLdoP0TZ0eaqoJx17dRNiao5Rp-GkWh1m4OjRcW6oOmbqRvvswe-4M6rInwInTqy_Ao86EZaWJdLe_7McUyIH3cDVw/s320/back+view+ruffle+pants.JPG" border="0" />So this outfit turned out to be a hit with a lot of folks. Here are some other's I've done since:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524615325944256978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwzixq32hcJR3xJXa7H-tMmF7ZjEATkSSsQ6ApPsreMcSsf9VOaLYVk4Twshf5KCrsuNou4K5VIqWRn4CV08kGSpejQHi77ItSRo5s8KwgxVmVV2dzqJeF6hs4Ao23d3DzN889Q/s320/IMG_6430.JPG" border="0" />For my friend Jill's little girl on her birthday. This one had three rows of ruffles and matching korker pigtail bows!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524611860052947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit438TT66U1X9wWzkeWKk-I-52VNKEwPagcqmnB5HAmRfI_8IuesKQMJU4SxnH-YnoZwnRrDQ681Pif6liYwrxvzd-tk59knNoH-tAJ0DW_YBBLgYDZXb_MWG1qYvrlgPUZoCfDw/s320/IMG_6267.JPG" border="0" />This one I made for a little girl also for her birthday party. It was Strawberry Shortcake themed, hence the red, pink, and greens.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264730710081138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaK9_BDPg84rP1R2y2dm_iTeX3WbmzsBqjSZ1_GOvGIu9weL6XM6WN0whcTl6-6YOi4vL-DvlKLZem8OuezIkiQSRjkgZbwX3y0rFiGBrUS8PLjJC0B8osBq1dt7jLOYZI1m-Hfw/s320/IMG_6441.JPG" border="0" />Then football season rolled around and I decided to make an Auburn version. I'm not usually a fan of "characters" on clothing but this little tiger applique was too cute to pass up! (it says "'lil' tiger" underneath the tiger applique)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524610791876856402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dGwcAS2ndWRZFYQV-Txn6GdaQNcxKVWIo_oFektvrF48H_umbwdX8hBiPSiidcd9t-dnmdnY7ATDj58irnK6iVLrOjtaIzx8PEzNX1LIuGaxmX8imDAKr0hqCaoThivVwOmt3Q/s320/IMG_6226.JPG" border="0" />And here is one I made for Emorie for her birthday...it's really funky, and I just love funky!<br />Here are some appliqued onesies and matching burp cloths:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524615341717961682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxE4JRAFBQoxPStL2_AhEXgWDfnw_Dt_W8Pim0bPMnFDZXjA9L-cJUKBvHcQR0jALsSNtuR6yu1cwkNZk4HmTPhy_K7b9eWdtI1cxT70eCgFKrKBvWA2vB_eLMmgXOiXMrbu7HQ/s320/IMG_6428.JPG" border="0" />I'm in love with this little monkey and his orange cheeks! The tan face is made from a fluffy fleece fabric so it ends up being three dimensional :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524615329712472866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZFQZwqdcyUxzGinOnkOshnCvlzGuMtTgT3zVu_eoQQPS1crgjCXHear48hTaN4nrrQFKbS1KOk9Br-3CY9hvyOjcUaLYhiAlIJRxd6Ut4_l8nIziLNvLizQIP1s3lq2HYBdjaw/s320/IMG_6429.JPG" border="0" />Two different versions of this cross onesie.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608568197778258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIeMY4DmxJ5MnM9qscVi7TvajseyKGk9WlGEmJ8vl7W6QpGPOPrqATCm9n8V5qLJkP8h87bUh3crj6myQ4hBqIIkBxT6oU37Kvtw2JEoUMYOMShAhdbsocRh6iAHUtY_oznIQ1A/s320/IMG_6421.JPG" border="0" />For all you frog lovers out there...how cute is this onesie??<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608562590395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqP3cTUA73mrR97RX6tw9xofuLhoTPNI2c_eeyLYR0zD24r3NgOQXcarUr0wEQIc3ehSG83hKSOl9fVF0SFY3r_0PndjdB1niZ2i5rnM-SJT8JbYiCZAU8RDHoeEZxpA9E6e0CQw/s320/IMG_6422.JPG" border="0" />Some FSU attire I made for my friend Jenna who just had her baby girl :) I also later made her a tutu to go with it...it was ADORABLE!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524611869971050610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDQSJAVjQX36QrysA4PPksuobrxU0Yx1H-S1MCQJtBDJF83dXNoB5I5aSBotqaFyA_KjXZWUB_C_QI9-tklPPh7Q7PEKebnRWRRXiWJ9Bfsko6P5DWnBi5YUiboi803AvHb8RrQ/s320/IMG_6093.JPG" border="0" />Another sweet onesie for a family that actually work for/with the SAINTS...so cute!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608580390618498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVej2vy7hkSMCZYWrQnme4OaQVgHTsUxNsB_YQ2KuicO-X8-fMZyeL-c5I1s2_DyL55NwQf1V240b2_OguYNcD6_I_D7p0o4f0CbsbQl4f52oXIFim_hspEs9n9xwyGYFPGAIaVQ/s320/IMG_6392.JPG" border="0" />I am fully aware that The Prissy Pink Polka Dot is lacking on the "boy gear". I'm just such a girl, and have a hard time motivating myself to make things for boys but, this month was the month of birthdays and, yes, some of them where...BOYS!! So here is what I made for them:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524613523218542466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pqmzkjrtUs_MUTjClHS7c3IArfUUHeONd0MnP6OzhOMBmDmHLT-w9YM905wg63am6w9TeK4fp5XbAXttcYXDk1WakfF_cnP3LJkr-pVtz2O5mjuALuC3msQe83KYUseudTL1Rw/s320/IMG_6095.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524613517883687698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrsGGe9bzT7SZtxqLHYA24o1eztHzJwKaXGHPbDMDYv5p9YaP4Z8U6T_mthksSzgUDqRFy7Z2ireQSEeJx9x0WfTeebatDSfbIr9PH_l11eeg9g_On4xWUkske-4Pe7XvrB0NLw/s320/IMG_6094.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524610800770701074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKTmqSLs-R6yeGZKcxo_GP_vjC09e-p8pfjsbb8iEAGwOn-8iB2P-_dJmsd0DCyjgPfSCrzymko_bMZa1D5qsM0yrHjlMpZ7Qsy0HwTt9VkEBpPJEkkWmPotni0Adi9rOc2gTjg/s320/IMG_6169.JPG" border="0" /><br />I was also enlisted to make some pettiskirts, tutus and hair bows for Hartman Photography this month, I showed my zebra and hot pink pettiskirt in my last post. Well, I am especially proud of this Ivory one because it is made a good bit shorter and twice as fluffy! For the little ones!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524611849092999826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0R4Gi0lJAWOYvyvZyN1SYjyGfau2OykDl8_vxI0-GssA94C0wqLXrMBNU0YmQg5r9H_lDKTsWMb1oRkzdIJpvMSZ8nF58bvAMhSFkOUzfcosSFlsZE4y-vuleKlP2s3T_36Fnw/s320/IMG_6146.JPG" border="0" />I ended up making a matching tank to go with it so that Charleigh could use them both in our upcoming beach photo shoot with Hartman (I will be writing a separate post with all of these pictures).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524611852292614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIovr3rgm_pDCsfp8pzZFE02bEbztUufoPZhTCzfMlL3e6vNvTPXSmc_PqzpcSfPmuY1yPZTaEqfum8XdOE80ozBNyegSRQfGRwnzZVmxKk6NFVfhzVsLsAocM3FBOgsb562w4Q/s320/IMG_6149.JPG" border="0" />Then I proceeded to make her wear it around the house just so I could oogle how cute she was in it :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524611855374492050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZ9wq5_Tt4OWw0K_ja3njYulma_DOCUX6u3RCiQaHXmvaZ7EjOph2xvCMIWb3S7v78lAZPufUZRM7Z4_G6nUz3YrhV-xDC38ax3ZOu9B9uit12wiPcVq_hb73iqhQyG0ZaUdsbw/s320/IMG_6155.JPG" border="0" />I have one customer that gets me to make her daughter dresses for every occassion of life, weddings, ballgames and I am SURE the holidays too! Her brother is the coach of the Coleman Bluecats, here is what I came up with for her to wear to her first football game:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524610802165537170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh505hL8LdhRjE9OREUGL3wJKChzMTf_qHTmQUKruvZ6srrTS6KyVQPWIXjt50QWk4xN_1XZQZ7syBCjt_VVbuB9manLh7psSW-8lo8FkHHT6t8ycUHYmEAP8GxCp0hp1m74fgxg/s320/IMG_6163.JPG" border="0" /> Probably one of my FAVORITE things I've made this month is this new hospital gown! I am in LOVE with it. If I have a baby any time soon (which I'm not) I will make this one for myself....that is, if I don't fall in love with another fabric/color combo by then :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264032060901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmObQr82wH91JDwMMSNPzUH4J3JuVD3YjcG3RZp0iEVSncIH_w38exv_1nM6al0mgv-Wri8_LmbkXYICIu9xrmx_BwM27Mz_PnBfrQHGo9fVZBxLCrDmzH9F64SDEm93uYjgqSLA/s320/IMG_6440.JPG" border="0" /><br />I'm into making these ribbon rosettes lately. Here is a shirt and matching headband I made from them. This flower is actually more of a dark pink but my flash made it look super pale (???)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527264733048862146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg9E7ZJOXLza4wRSGT3cZLuMcZzTWlY7DXWzlcbKFgkb6O-sl1i0jS7xMblR8FYGisUqUduTOe5z3fwk0r6m5AtMBnGjHt0F-fu0jy8_dvrirTwtw0sEnpa_ndaLhe5_TMlN_Qw/s320/IMG_6438.JPG" border="0" /> Here is the little dress I made Vivian for her birthday. It is a new one on my resumé as well. The ribbon straps thread through a hole in the back of the dress and tie a bow in the back, which is the perfect touch in my opinion.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNd8IOn0r6vdYuDyUychjVR1RwVb0yPR8xzuaVNuLcPn4ONC5NFS-6utspQCEf6B-yz5eQ2_naX8aHix83Fx4CAXq81rjfa8oRT3-JcjG2AeSUTP_zHlWGbG0LFb_9vg2yRhnZA/s1600/IMG_6228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524610782119486738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNd8IOn0r6vdYuDyUychjVR1RwVb0yPR8xzuaVNuLcPn4ONC5NFS-6utspQCEf6B-yz5eQ2_naX8aHix83Fx4CAXq81rjfa8oRT3-JcjG2AeSUTP_zHlWGbG0LFb_9vg2yRhnZA/s320/IMG_6228.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524610777222138754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrxe65CLx47WIc0IKqJEGgD2QgZPoGnGCdAxjbiOhmajaZ06_TsjzL4y2E5VHjArO70URG6WXdRspXH4st3OEeisjs2mqXOaiJF_REpZaGn0l1h5NZxY2jZPtWkekHHQYosPAog/s320/IMG_6227.JPG" border="0" /><br />I make prizes every month to give away to my Chosen HS girls and here is one from this month. A sweet collapsible basket.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524608575266207074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5h2HzF7IBVtEpD50qWdb1xTBI0b3hRZVqkGg0bt4vgKLUaKP4ZdwV_BU1XEzy7GUlDQPMpfPTDdVe4ij7Ua0RS9HJdAdJNuFr1jj_1wK9TPOTRkn1h_NRF-f3pgQ9ele1-aJBQ/s320/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" />I thought I'd leave off with some videos of Char baby. Here Char is playing with her Alphabet Train from GranMama and Paw Paw...she is a persistent little booger:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw5guupFcDymKbR-zq80Ja9IHIdqn5FUSRSXGoG0VS9AHcmNkNHenCBJvTf03PtG_y9RVPGdxG3f58' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And even though I KNOW she is young for potty training, I realized that when I would do the sign language for potty she would start grunting and many times make a poop in her diaper. I figured that meant she understood. So, I bought a little potty seat to put on our toilet and decided to see how she did with it. The first day she just laughed and crossed her legs (like the little lady she is) but the second and third day...she tinkled!!! She's gone 4 times in the potty so far (when she got sick this week we took a break from the potty...hope she remembers!)<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwnD9uJub2a1Gjy4HL2v0pzVLECZCmUUxzzC3ezObcalYyRNuWJ0KmUYHsw5n2P-Zc0MDVGqdN5GQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-13419133898784827522010-08-21T14:51:00.020-05:002010-08-21T17:59:57.750-05:00Walkin' the Walk (11 months)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507967273303701970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sLD3Zo6kbMV9NBRPkbjdv_RmPK982ckRf9CkC8nyY0M_tBSaKpu212kS3TTdeudx50LvINqm34eCApplXGXTaF40AgMIIVhWwgAT49e1bvsVykdlwva069Wj9Zjw-sAWfP1INA/s320/feet.JPG" border="0" />Holy Junkoly at the pictures you are about to be bombarded with...I like to remember things on film :)<br /><br />So, Char is 11 months now (one month away from one year and I am <strike>extremely depressed</strike> excited about it). I've already started her birthday party plans and am getting really pumped about putting them into action...my wallet, not so pumped.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507961579417637298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoiwH4J548AC7YzUwsoBAfmdpkv5f-p-pZAYJu4D4hWsxCCLnQCrjgimCKtO7EDBP66uIKMTiNbHEJj3Ss_H42V3wUdtzQyj4oO4r6uKU4xCVWfOBdg4HJ2t0AqwbuH3KWNeDQ7A/s320/IMG_5881.JPG" border="0" /><br />So the big news this month is that..Char is walking!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcxn30TKMVaHVuLLXAsPh9uz1qKHlWxBywslzjnAQWjHjtS2iyhU3WvHqN0eCHNYsusTzzUWbjvbE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />This video was taken when she first took her beginning steps but NOW, oh boy, that little booger is everywhere. She still prefers to crawl mostly but actually CHOOSES to walk on her own during the day. Today, she waltzed right in to the kitchen where me and Big Mama where! It was weird to see this little 2 foot midget toddling towards us...very weird. The dress I want to make her for her first birthday is perfect for a little walker baby, it will NOT do for a crawler so, keep up the good work Charls!<br /><br />She's also getting better at her sign language (although she chooses not to do it because of a poor attitude sometimes). Here she is doing "more" a little.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxNSMeh9l4TrCMRuZtxYrYydqFL3vEIGC9gFAyu-AG6e64s2jp0ERhrLibajG3qmd-WPCZPzT-6wOE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And, she is starting to learn things, like, REALLY learn things. I've tried to teach her colors and letters and animals, not really knowing if she understands me but, just the other day, she did this:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybJxEkwhhGxdXQHmPdZ7ZGgRJUkeH6wRtdH_3WecHIoIw9Y7uxSbIAs82YROaVgz94BriWBe3cXJQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Anyway, I think we've decided that her first word (with complete understanding) is "Whoa". She loves to say, "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa". She always says it on command. And, she says it with different inflections in her voice. Such as, "Whoa, WHOA, Whoa"...which is her favorite. I still think that "Hey" (with her hand flailing in the air) and Papa (as she points to Papa's picture) should be considered but, her Daddy says the first word needs to be declared "Whoa!". (May I also note that she says Mama and Dada quite often, but not with assurance). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507969299047015074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhus-5lDLA5UAlveROp99NUvCl1H_ZaL6Q02MKAzxX6pyX4vKbrPRovrJBumzfEf26TWDAW0D43RwLUhb62buXqxL3g2PP4ureV_psa8hNjwy-_YX15EiNoCJJFqDzAV2k1vLsYHg/s320/bible.JPG" border="0" /> Here she is reading her Bible in the morning. She is so sweet. This last month she has grown attached to cuddling, she never did this before. Now, she'll look at me with a sad face or tears in her eyes and I'll put her on my lap and she lays her sweet head on my chest. It only lasts for a minute but for that minute, I'm in heaven :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507967270849050674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXR7CMQdEMeD7vsB3W4-xFn-8nB5hXfvGm65gBzvpr1DlcEPz02JAHVHwzsru9TXT7qMLp94UoRWxcZfSmPN1Z15k004yBLzpZPvV85_fyMf2ZAqwvM0TNmQnJhmlzy05ncImNdA/s320/toybox.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div>She's also learning how to make MAJOR messes. She likes this activity, tipping over her toybox and emptying the contents, actually climbing inside and emptying the contents. We are learning about cleaning up too. So far I have found Prissy's toys and a rotten bottle in the bottom of that thing...at least she's trying. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966145946907394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNy3qd15szZIe2qB52V4X4xCshgEO0U_OpP0QNGo6TpVCIIg51v2SZYkLp4sPT1ReKtbQi1W4y6DvIQx1k3KHlzn7PGoO3ZwS5uceVkautb7_oU6iNvElkc31daiqhVmmoVx95SA/s320/IMG_5977.JPG" border="0" />I've just realized that I've never written about our awesome neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Justice. They love little Charleigh and she is pretty fond of them too!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507964377639118546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSV5AT8bco4R9Cvy2bxWy5sr2FTyeneWwU_HsRoGLfzRXt2PXetAYR0cMo2_SGKUqBhFFytuc5CuGzclpiG4iffYKmNXnKJ0E6x5BVKfakZuKnROQXvQL6nk7AikDZroygRQxB7w/s320/IMG_5925.JPG" border="0" />She sure does love her Dada.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507981965012981346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BZdhf04TBBztDlv-ID4qalMD0gOo465kXsbPrdt6Ysro7OmOn5wxga598tyX3GOZYGQ7QlcSFCnLB6XpALsYqCX-q5cjzCmuHXF_dKorZJapn85cc1Gg8LfIGoqIiOqqHFU9Zw/s320/pool2.JPG" border="0" />So, we caught the tail end of Camp Big Mama this month. Charleigh wasn't old enough to spend all the nights with Big Mama and Jackson but we did get to participate in the daily pool activities and such. (Did I tell you this chick loves the pool?)</div><br /><div><br />So we left off last month on the verge of a trip to Atlanta. We drove up to see Aunt Polly. Jon, Angie, Jack and Big Mama made the trip too and we had a blast. We drove through the night as to accomodate Charleigh's sleeping time and arrived at 2am. We grabbed Char out of the car (which woke her up) and took her inside. Everyone was excited to see her (Polly hadn't seen her since she was 4 weeks old) and hoo-ed and haw-ed at her. Which in retrospect might not have been a good idea. To baby, that probably signals the "wake-up" trigger in her little head. And boy, did it?! She would NOT go back to sleep. Not a strange occurence for most babies her age but I'd like to introduce Baby-Sleeps-A-Lot. She NEVER has trouble sleeping and has slept through the night since we brought the darn thing home. So, due to the fact that we were all in close quarter's in Aunt Polly's condo...I decided Char and I needed a trip to the car. So, there we were...until 5am, chilaxin in the SUV. Finally, I had had enough of my reclined seat siesta and ventured back into the house. She slept pretty well...3 more hours. So, that morning we all got ready and headed out to an afternoon Braves game (Charleigh's first <strike>and last</strike>). I'm sure it didn't help that she was sleepless the night before. Add to that, loud outbursts of cheering (I just didn't even THINK of that scaring her), extreme heat, and no naps that day...it was just hard for her.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507964992748709858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3U289VDfbttIrfOMc2X2ZV6K5PTRKSb9CQkGP1DctXmaCUC21hxSek1inzrHWncrBUTdGGMngyNyL19DK0pqmcaXW-VrxSshBEhmaPIlmLmAQzQeBXel3-zySDSwQwqGVSm9sRg/s320/braves3.JPG" border="0" />But, I did take the time to make her an awesome Braves dress! We used her forth of July bow and she was adorable. Even though she was crying and grumpy several people stopped to comment on how cute she looked :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOD9-F3fxamo82FEK-IWV4_vUhQ7J-rDCigvD1lv1NkPTdWbBhMDM8oqJv5kTdzJgqCmz51nyJ2UuXTf-FrDD5tjYyfGU8gWq8ETRnxXpy2cfqOMTzu88xK7-bDCu8xjMOwZhNVg/s1600/braves2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507964373688280434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOD9-F3fxamo82FEK-IWV4_vUhQ7J-rDCigvD1lv1NkPTdWbBhMDM8oqJv5kTdzJgqCmz51nyJ2UuXTf-FrDD5tjYyfGU8gWq8ETRnxXpy2cfqOMTzu88xK7-bDCu8xjMOwZhNVg/s320/braves2.JPG" border="0" /></a> I don't want to make it all sound so bad. We had tickets to the VIP room, which is a glass room with AC that you can sit in, eat, and watch the game. We spent most our time up there. Plus there was the time when Uncle Jon let her play with his foam finger, she liked that. And Aunt Ang fed her ice chips for a while. And lastly, Big Mama, got her to go to sleep (she NEVER does this!) then handed her off to Daddy.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507964371706863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvqD5BpxPxoNKw8t5Kcg1epYJaAvofIICDswvMXV6n25hso_ukeEaAPLLALQ9npyAOayit1aneuElGbqQG0cso1_ZnEHqn4b3k7RjK6BCCcxuYTn2DxjR-WOVRf9scOBudxl4Mw/s320/braves1.JPG" border="0" />These are the only pictures I have because Big Mama's camera accidentally got erased! boo! </div><br /><div>We had so much fun at Aunt Polly's...I learned that I (and Jon Tyner) cannot get up from a puzzle incomplete. And I learned that I am the ONLY OCD person who organizes her puzzle pieces (and forces everyone else to participate in the organizing activities). We also, walked down to the local pool and Charleigh and Jack had a GREAT time swimming. Charleigh LOVES the water. When Justin saw how happy she was (and how she giggled when she stuck her whole face in repeatedly) I almost had him convinced that we NEED a pool! Her diaper got so full (no she didn't have a swimsuit on this trip) that it started to sag and well...plumbers crack followed close behind.</div><br /><br /><div>We got home and got right back to work. I had my first summer meeting with my Chosen leaders and we got busy planning next year! It was awesome to sit down and see them all again and I'm so excited about the fun to come and the big things Jesus is going to do with these HS girls. (Girls we start September 13th!).</div><br /><br /><div>Also this month my bestie Audrey got married! She is the last (but not least) of our college friends to get hitched and BOY was she ready! It was so perfect. It all started Thursday night when we threw her a lingerie shower.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507962085377967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz8YEW3A4fmfZu4NO_q9fvnPQAH1b3WCoJMVvj1uXww-Sa7ukaZ_BddQd1rzZA4TMwVBHZpSMllzyrVK_F9wBFDSqw9VxRK3tfz0WxeDOSjchZa7bRsw1Y7f3La3jNpiBIG2Y0w/s320/IMG_5908.JPG" border="0" /></div>I was assigned to buy lingerie for the kitchen...so I made her this apron (embroided with "Mrs. Berry") and some oven mits...seems like good lingerie to me!</div><div><br /><div>Friday was the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507980286486107074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYXNrEjrCM40Kn9CeQKzRyOEespd2wI8BYYJppan6I6Ynj99oVBOBk3lOdXZ2Yf4ethCx6fFSqyQ97sthtv6_wKji0ypb76WNRKxldK0rfHd67Kk9N1W8QqhxO-ryt3_lwWLUSQ/s320/audge+wedding3.bmp" border="0" />Then, Saturday morning came bright and early. We headed to the hair dresser's house to hang out with Audge and do hair and makeup. We had a bridesmaid's luncheon at Chikfila (Audge's fav). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507980295775066850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9isEBymaCvxr0AcnyDaxVKtXxKjmtHuDIt8ofugxgROepNszWIdBfegGjJTj6Rc2hZc_bDCPQRT6KzaXmNXCrQfA4Dt5TbklLAQ2juY8ix10LSYLwB1mB8Rh9DMbrExjrC2AvQ/s320/audge+wedding4.jpg" border="0" />She just happened to be the 100th customer on her wedding day! I mean, she got the "Who let the cows out" music and ALL! Then, when I opened my sandwich, look what I saw:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507969082246767090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBp7KBz4hDV-hj5Xk0kgB-XCn-ur28LxH7iYDo5LcLiztKiPBIwC_EBjGSkyoG33OtpRSEy1vKRU7l2fu0Y2BAMdNxUEqmUrC1j1DwxPf4U18o4rltLlNa34ZBlywHz2fvBJXcOg/s320/chikfilaheart.JPG" border="0" />So Romantic, I know.</div><br /><br /><div>It wasn't long until the wedding bells started ringing and we hit the aisle. Audrey and Jared were cool enough to get us a stretch Caddy limo to ride to the reception in.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507968330569086594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQBAUCEW28Uno9eZH2ZJ5Z8kugKFg_4Rl0vphkESmwC2oVsOTqlGfBxAxbNrnUpTp7-PCGJMmS2x3t8_Vvazqz6Nb3pOcGJ96gfImLcEDXrkzn3tIJbsO3TdOidi96GrEktamgw/s320/audge+wedding.bmp" border="0" />Although the limo driver DID NOT have great taste in music...</div><div>Good Luck Audge and Jared...we love you SO much!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507968339588491298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCc8yyksQBjmbrOr6R06UdYvzzGwh6FjiE-WO59gLMG5tvhrAdprE-GRXp0z8buxrS0e6lqOx047wocyXQi8hafgRI2uetSxsAfSVZSgk9O_1Fh_CGZSngj-pFFWBhp6YKebNBBA/s320/audge+wedding+2.jpg" border="0" /> But, Audrey and Jared weren't the only lovebirds at the wedding. Here is Charleigh and little Theo (him and his parents stayed with us for the weekend).<br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzogfjOx0lqqPkJJ8715hILmAHtikqrlASLBvl9mUf7M2FnJAnCCmqwuP5QZ30qGIDTCRaiksBkhVE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div>You know I can't wrap up any post without showing some noteworthy crafting right?<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507971297229988594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienkONW1WIcJKelpG1Qu7Ohuailh6_NS1fVLtuA_6UzoQubOXe35z1bH2aai4F2oxn-sKNg95elxsv-lUeSjedOZZ-wI6zBVIsGYHcM4radk6zUotoGjiQe3bGwHcdbfyLQAXOEw/s320/ruffle+dress4.JPG" border="0" />I made Char this little ruffled dress (that is adorable on her) on a whim one day and I liked it so much that I made one for her friend Emorie too (in different fabrics of course). Emorie also got some matching bloomers.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507971288196111298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXCKcKIKAm3_gmGVsnjTA8z6MQdnbjeFJMmi6f-I_JaYad3oTn7rJMEWXvVAx6SlVNeYTg4CL4N2UIV9IENnLm94lUQQwZT2WWximaRWouYxh1eTx7JdzsRtvrmvUbKxje34ZKQ/s320/ruffle+dress3.JPG" border="0" />I'm making some hair bow, flowers, Tutus and Pettiskirts for Hartman photography. Here is one that I LOVE...I hated to give it away. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966928155515394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFqbUN1NusTq86EWE0ggcwdSGotyrZBDrID-KEHsCeZLKQ0kDRXUFJvhMuGleiz7_iA5OEvIso0vFEU08C1LHHmOxGYN5HQ0ASCjP1seGKUJCRADpgwn0nF_VOx4LLV1Ivyog3A/s320/IMG_6061.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966935300860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjanTPfml0UNp_qewcEZlbrEm5G6ahhmS7eDx0P-k06ZON2A2FKzOwtI_8Q7C9ZlMvGVoc9boe3QvkTCBKo8HxCcjTLBID15sdI4OBpq8a-1bYA80GDBhMtWCSdwT7l3hiDLukw/s320/IMG_6046.JPG" border="0" />But, I did manage to try it on Charleigh before it was wisked off. Isn't it so darn cute?!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966941570502930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jPKojfgUAgxfSaOBu3ajcDrLT-o1EI_N2ywl5M353Sq6eAzkhE0tkb5CeDCdVYJ5rhODr3Gbu1uuBB5N3pWppgPy3H8tOdlOGTQExoY013MJGy2Bf4RkfuIu1y8itAU2rIt8Fg/s320/IMG_6049.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966937222894802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGyXDjccrYjhE1CMSGth_V9No39TeL0vneia_fXYyn36uCpqIx6iT_ma4XDNIlwGH9ipjx5vPx8_wdaDs19rDqVzwlj51U9paoiH_e3knhDrTF1kowvavRGrO1p18461ZhZDuHg/s320/IMG_6047.JPG" border="0" />I'm in the process of making them an ivory one too (Char is gonna wear it in some beach pictures this month!) Meanwhile, here are some tutus I've been crafting: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507985067708473282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DCdXaaPQs02X10H9pBVYVzzOgZDvWaNxFD16_QatwsafV65E_kGJ73KO3qHzs8zrXIAuzUHpuoLh8vinGAxhOztvWU_LwFm0V4j_KHSSiYHY-yTDuzoJgFhAiOj84ktpeUSgTg/s320/IMG_6026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAE56TU71NaDUekfYzYZGm7PK3bT1PmtOcGs04Fs0Dyo21p_I1TSva4nBM3pTPzOhkdOLlsSqzj7G_GHbCEdiF-n0Awj23mlatybUwdzMdwIU1S3CGSJ4QFQo_5ilqixS0SCV6pw/s1600/IMG_6023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966146829673794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAE56TU71NaDUekfYzYZGm7PK3bT1PmtOcGs04Fs0Dyo21p_I1TSva4nBM3pTPzOhkdOLlsSqzj7G_GHbCEdiF-n0Awj23mlatybUwdzMdwIU1S3CGSJ4QFQo_5ilqixS0SCV6pw/s320/IMG_6023.JPG" border="0" /></a> Florida State:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966130418681586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1QJ8Mgw4gYxyJwSeL9Tzrertb37e2ucIZW0oAcoq-_l5nbVoMof2-Ys_HWTY_jJ83AYc4oH2Asw3_AKv08U9bK0NljNWuOHk9CiUIeHz2CGNPhCGxC7Wty9GC8XEuNyBDYB0aA/s320/IMG_5952.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507963300761459314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjK9VGiHXHXE_s68X_nYIBLwNltECzM9fSwlY50U3uzwrZFvEbW6cKB21Cfynn3UsqkdqaaEGMeCATJK4kMolb6zhtbLOzzmGi_sfzst7t6YTiOBJWCwcZ4wheS8u3Sw5W-BTrA/s320/IMG_5916.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Here is a dog bed I made for some friends...Gator fans...</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966138690295874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPFXNmACBoWSEnYJ9MZut3QpFlNiuAZ_Xm1RQ_uJDKpvmLKUgTdFDXhENByMwu-Fbu07G-DYUTlykdytB7XF10iXrNypd7Vyr6ywdn23Ns4fU63b-lfWLdB3J8jrLbAHNdITBcQ/s320/IMG_5965.JPG" border="0" />Some earrings I made for some Sorority folks:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507965020075960930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgqgTvkevmO6Zm6bZ0pFixnWBLvk7ohYLi7EKQWHfdm9wyRLVRhXlAuVzExfUpeIIbQyzSR2ZMPDSwY7xEpcf42DzPOVvHvbzpAZoncPTnAU3ZijHWZXp1d1nY0DnOe0xnjeyOw/s320/IMG_5950.JPG" border="0" />(above: Gator colors)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507965012925472562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpRm-sckLokrBU7i-yHjUlXP48sx_pw3OBw7HJ6DjZcfKOcOgbkxxBKPIVdi8p3is9t15Xe3ozJqHaBKMCMEGcqQ6m81ZvyupE2SM7IdzUiDa1lIB3mHTCztQ2zc3LA8XiRgzc1g/s320/IMG_5949.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here is a gift someone ordered for a mom-to-be:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507966124549953122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsdV0PD0X5Biyqp9MKsn8PgOs2eDv6JliIreHrEs4GwpfaHuZR4ozdVrvCmCydW2v9exWxVbu8LiXFGgES73eEL8ED3fQjuJrV7J0wh6cIjYfqwZVlbKZg_PBgu0H8ctY0ecmow/s320/IMG_5920.JPG" border="0" />Pillowcase<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507963322423415906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg88ANNeknc6RssA5gyH49NSU-gv4Rt-lzYll7Uw7Xem64deFDp5AiNwa_l_Tm5F5di0p9kx9XTzsm_l8egsd-8FaubrWgbj7vWrd54RU5fznYAvoMSCaDvMwvfkse9xS34vUn6vQ/s320/IMG_5921.JPG" border="0" />Matching Hospital Gown<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507963308223455554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwu-R6_VR4J9e6-whag-hnvcylQPmQVUhScCd0BbWWktFJJTJQrUXXbSSIFndLIn72k29NhnWks-rBwbqCP2gUNPvUpxCGC2ige7ZmVZjpPpfg4iqXIXS8KuTCNI64InZ6zf7NOw/s320/IMG_5918.JPG" border="0" />Matching onesie for baby :)</div><div></div><div>And now for some Bama fan stuff:</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlGVdkEf-8g1rDbZFmKmZwrJd7rGUZjmVhc0XDptU2faJikfaZTCIAmuB3YqWgrpdtgLUkhiZZI5lAMcfsZHtYqcAQMfaWBvPX2KlcDxIlxBO7bHoo1VEzLV3NKZ6FAaQLDAoUg/s1600/IMG_5945.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507965010394920914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlGVdkEf-8g1rDbZFmKmZwrJd7rGUZjmVhc0XDptU2faJikfaZTCIAmuB3YqWgrpdtgLUkhiZZI5lAMcfsZHtYqcAQMfaWBvPX2KlcDxIlxBO7bHoo1VEzLV3NKZ6FAaQLDAoUg/s320/IMG_5945.JPG" border="0" /></a> Burp Cloth<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHyjvvFajB1xURD_JU-ivzFm6rEZrmmLw_iMrppdWl9BO_5t08Ax4dxxxK7OPAxn2wf3B29AmaEEhEQSTVXExVp8QWwnQ34_A4iywt-lkAKMRZVcQUnuOAaSul281exSmN9sxiA/s1600/IMG_5944.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507965003578539586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHyjvvFajB1xURD_JU-ivzFm6rEZrmmLw_iMrppdWl9BO_5t08Ax4dxxxK7OPAxn2wf3B29AmaEEhEQSTVXExVp8QWwnQ34_A4iywt-lkAKMRZVcQUnuOAaSul281exSmN9sxiA/s320/IMG_5944.JPG" border="0" /></a> Adorable Houndstooth dress<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiNPmkO9qBBCEbEyBSGUiSCJiewgtKs_pmBaMwqoVPkVhZGwOPcS3yoUOdId6Fc06lIfEgaIoDeSkzFmAJzBkp0SyF4lcuMtQwEQPu-9Y0Y4LmbvHjl0t8_Ojuw4GD9BQU_xP_w/s1600/IMG_5939.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507964388610380946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiNPmkO9qBBCEbEyBSGUiSCJiewgtKs_pmBaMwqoVPkVhZGwOPcS3yoUOdId6Fc06lIfEgaIoDeSkzFmAJzBkp0SyF4lcuMtQwEQPu-9Y0Y4LmbvHjl0t8_Ojuw4GD9BQU_xP_w/s320/IMG_5939.JPG" border="0" /></a> Matching bow</div><div></div><div>Here is a dress I made for baby Emorie's first birthday (I don't think any of the guests read my blog so hopefully, I am not spoiling the surprise)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiia9RPL5NbNb9OZqRVo9renAsjAuq8OnHt_ah6PfMy3PP6dWHwlEiSxhUV2_7udQIjEzPYkDnCJvfLStHKGgpNvWOOHpV2Ca1A2JMVGTTleZHBQXkdK4VaTw6ml-onvs2IEoWBA/s1600/IMG_5932.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507964384166096066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiia9RPL5NbNb9OZqRVo9renAsjAuq8OnHt_ah6PfMy3PP6dWHwlEiSxhUV2_7udQIjEzPYkDnCJvfLStHKGgpNvWOOHpV2Ca1A2JMVGTTleZHBQXkdK4VaTw6ml-onvs2IEoWBA/s320/IMG_5932.JPG" border="0" /></a>Here's an appliquéd tie onesie I made for sweet baby Lucas:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507963296579983266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGospWKqbnH6mYaZdDoV2-j9IlLv2NY63QJblyLW6N5CwrbFmKsqdbkInPtCHOm2IcK4Fm01qS9VMtH36GALQ1pb3rZi3coOHc8ZOTBrq7KlIfWzfcXapcEAQtioDmjsYimrEfOg/s320/IMG_5911.JPG" border="0" />(it has his little initials on it, so cute)</div><div></div><div>Other appliquéd onesies:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507962072222896674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3kak3dxA-RfMxW1yQa-xFo9NiQqVXDHTF1jDnopBtyM_F_cBbMhdAjW1yzyoNbiecudKsFRspV9yW4MSMxLLcT-ixappas01gUtL4LbcfO1gmw4QGqdxvnfqjMdqrxPp_2sW2Q/s320/IMG_5897.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoi14cHG9NGQGvyDmgoKRa-mQbumHbe0zUU96Y0nrygqIVglQpFfxxJRL-Itg9A_uMaO2Lg9FbfnymiwbClhkQ4yPzyrjeTNpx0KGe-7-YF2nTglnaEHdHus9dMrffYxE7zaVQtw/s1600/IMG_5894.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507962069641839426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoi14cHG9NGQGvyDmgoKRa-mQbumHbe0zUU96Y0nrygqIVglQpFfxxJRL-Itg9A_uMaO2Lg9FbfnymiwbClhkQ4yPzyrjeTNpx0KGe-7-YF2nTglnaEHdHus9dMrffYxE7zaVQtw/s320/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJQBhZOuh3XoAzyMxFXopSD2VkXOTvomru05QDeKcx8KcCm-Hxfiu3aBD7U2U6CA07NI9vlM9gYUBbdzqRqIo1h3Rp4LboflKSFsWKAtqHkr1MuB1x9gkjOkRe5Gjdgt5Ogu5Zg/s1600/IMG_5892.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507962062069962946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJQBhZOuh3XoAzyMxFXopSD2VkXOTvomru05QDeKcx8KcCm-Hxfiu3aBD7U2U6CA07NI9vlM9gYUBbdzqRqIo1h3Rp4LboflKSFsWKAtqHkr1MuB1x9gkjOkRe5Gjdgt5Ogu5Zg/s320/IMG_5892.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>An LSU onesie</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507961557508164450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAHgN0HCYCpzSd6u_ZqvEWjGD3K1_KBwaGCp9MTrSfyxhOTP9CDk5scl6SLp5AkVzBHvRItIZm5nGcYkDbRz15kKN6hXmc9DZTh-PVXi6O8IBWYFWqAkZccKnjogFqjFMTtaFMg/s320/IMG_5874.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>with ruffle butt</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4YQlGpgqfbwVElkupuz1xNNtW0PiihQav0TBvQmnpmm5wzujkMTRhWJFH8NKYkVTPqDvK-YrdWZEmbniTn1ICjz-KGDx7y7jv2KXe9Cn9eCzWjSX0pCkhoWFMqCEZNVxZ0vuCQ/s1600/IMG_5875.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507961565766254162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4YQlGpgqfbwVElkupuz1xNNtW0PiihQav0TBvQmnpmm5wzujkMTRhWJFH8NKYkVTPqDvK-YrdWZEmbniTn1ICjz-KGDx7y7jv2KXe9Cn9eCzWjSX0pCkhoWFMqCEZNVxZ0vuCQ/s320/IMG_5875.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This pillowcase dress was for a customer's newborn (it's really tiny)</div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAmp3owkXx8iYqKd-Psezcm8kTstso7fNzw36F2pEBp7PIe7tgBkO5h7D6ik7LtHYzFlTjzvGKmZ7VjdwOdDPsTugQybCdiKZacktiilslDXPD6k2m_SDZXX_UPbuhJXNsMxL2w/s1600/IMG_5905.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507962082764962754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAmp3owkXx8iYqKd-Psezcm8kTstso7fNzw36F2pEBp7PIe7tgBkO5h7D6ik7LtHYzFlTjzvGKmZ7VjdwOdDPsTugQybCdiKZacktiilslDXPD6k2m_SDZXX_UPbuhJXNsMxL2w/s320/IMG_5905.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>A matching travel mug and key fob:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiga5JgCIfwwPudfFcMy3GXJMWxfZyCrwcJwtsPC6ctG-S6LDzOaembbR4Pq8U2xwqIJQ6SvpsIuwj7MXnZLyC7Z1Q9kE2397gUBGh1l7iracWFJl84I9yadlXY5BipYRBDjl-_rw/s1600/IMG_5879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507961574043812546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiga5JgCIfwwPudfFcMy3GXJMWxfZyCrwcJwtsPC6ctG-S6LDzOaembbR4Pq8U2xwqIJQ6SvpsIuwj7MXnZLyC7Z1Q9kE2397gUBGh1l7iracWFJl84I9yadlXY5BipYRBDjl-_rw/s320/IMG_5879.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagsoez70neuFuqHhYzjh94koPrqxmipHA9324gY0H9upMNZgrzlVTFY9QYDGg-QgNadrOys_GZv-UDn0SNqpbne5atWTOXJW0gDIBQ5llEC9u8a-2Xfkk_qU9a4XJS0T2gWblVA/s1600/IMG_5876.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507961569347183266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagsoez70neuFuqHhYzjh94koPrqxmipHA9324gY0H9upMNZgrzlVTFY9QYDGg-QgNadrOys_GZv-UDn0SNqpbne5atWTOXJW0gDIBQ5llEC9u8a-2Xfkk_qU9a4XJS0T2gWblVA/s320/IMG_5876.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br />On the list for next month....trip to Bama, lots of September birthday parties, and Charleigh turns ONE!<div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-12148158116346726102010-07-16T11:57:00.012-05:002010-07-16T15:55:55.319-05:00Yee Haw! (10 months)<div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494583459776279474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpyOAdNqS9G8IlP1s6KUp_901IkoJd4sN5iZ41nwN3K57oR9UHy2oGS9_cs8DMw1YcLOkSw6tAcBHpy1KPkeDbEQqmIX3y50OCTec9gkA-KB69hrO3Vlll5i68w1h75AAj8-6VA/s320/drink.JPG" border="0" />(the girl doesn't get juice much..she loves it)<br /><br /><div><div><div>I do realize the intense need to change up my header and discription/pictures on this blog but...who has the time.<br /><br />So, we left off last post going into her 9 month checkup. And the results are in. She was 80 percentile in weight (20lb 12oz), 90 percentile in height (29 inches), and 90 percentile in head (I didn't even wanna know the measurements here). So, she is a big beautiful bouncing baby girl! She is doing so well developmentally, her pincher function is beyond precise (big guhl gotta eat), and she is eating and sleeping perfectly :) I'm proud of her. She hardly even cried at all when they gave her a shot. The nurse even commented on it. She was just...over it. Good for mama's heart.<br /><br />After Char's checkup we decided that her big sister needed one too. Poor Prissy has been neglected since Charleigh entered the picture. She used to get groomed every month, now it's every 3 months. She was ALWAYS up to date on her shots, checkups, frontline, heartguard, etc. Now...well, let's just say, she NEEDED a checkup. It was a normal visit besides the fact that I forgot the stroller AND Prissy's leash. So here I am trying to carry, a huge purse, my soda from lunch (because I just couldn't leave that in the car could I?), a diaper bag, a 20lb kid who grabs EVERYTHING, and a Yorkie who pees when she's scared (and she was scared). I know I got laughed at that day.<br /><br />So, those two girls weren't the only ones at the doctor this month. Paw Paw had to have ANOTHER neck surgery to fix the plate and screws he had loose. So Char and I headed up to the hospital to make sure he was okay afterwards. She just loves her Paw Paw, he was half asleep and doped up (not to mention in pain) and couldn't be his usual animated self but nonetheless, Charleigh just lit up and when she saw Paw Paw anyway. The nurse who was in the room with us kept sayin, "Do he keep her? She love him!" hahaha! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494550836544170242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgJAtQ_cmkXJZwz04AP1YUfIkQlEyDls-VoT-qWq7TTcGCQsE1fGP3lLkLlfrn-hyy5jEN5aGe-NTLlvx6W7Q5GCD_tB58nZRLd7l7YunB65_b5wmWXs-u5J_28iwHCJNlewtQQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /><br />So, then it was Father's Day! Justin's first day as a real life DADDY! Unfortunately, it started out with our Air Conditioner going out for the 11th time (no I am NOT exaggerating). So, Dad wasn't having the best day. He got some workout equipment that he'd been asking for and a handmade card from Charleigh...she is so darn crafty. We love our Daddy. He is so good to us. Works so hard every day, even when he doesn't want to. Provides everything we could ever need and still manages to love on us when he gets home. This day was a thankful day in my heart. It makes me sad that we were running around so much and didn't take a picture of Charleigh and her Daddy this day. But, here's a video instead :) </div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9Nn7mbybayeZMYY5gspNcgf_wU_yEmslzPc-aEbUxCjTXw_awDLW8ZnU4Nr6FWwAc_JM3Uu90Jg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div><p>We headed out to Chumuckla to spend the rest of Father's Day with Justin's dad. It was nice and "cool" there :) </p><p>Due to our AC problems we spent several nights at Big Mama's house (praise the lord). They came out and fixed the problem and the next morning, it broke again (12th time), they decided (finally) that we needed a new unit (duh). So they spent the WHOLE next day replacing our entire Air conditioner and we were relieved (broke) to have cool air and then, the next morning...it broke AGAIN! Oh AC gods, what did we do to deserve this? After another trip out, they seemed to have fixed the problem. We have air...for now. </p><p>The next week was VBS at Olive. Charleigh got to spend every morning that week at Big Mama's house! I came in to get her one day and she would NOT come to me...I threatened to end their playdates if this behavior continued...Big Mama is not willing to let that happen. Anway, VBS was a country/western theme so I was glad to wear my pig tails and straw hat. But I realized that I was in desperate need of some cowgirl boots! I've been wanting them for a darn long time...they were even on my Christmas list (which I did not get obviously). So. I did some shopping around and here are my new AWESOME boots! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494585009141228482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQlrXHFZjQb4BFin9OwuYlXGbGIX_QKRiFIZ914I3bUb_ywA0U3zuOpRAS1xixp4TLZOIWQJMcxAJ76OdEiPEMFjavH_VDTHfbn3AACewTmAfJRZMBb7HfLgYuhpMNTU_tZ_q9A/s320/boots.JPG" border="0" />Somewhere in there we managed to throw a big UFC party at our house. We invited all the boys from the children's home and you could tell they enjoyed being "grown up" with the big boys...talkin bout fightin and stuff. But, I'm so glad Kristen, Krista, and Ashley were here to keep me company. </p><p>Let's move on to the 4th of July!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494550823828112738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvibkXEyKugOO7qMGVdQLL1SFv9e2XD7-llr0DYDsVEi73xJb9gH9vaPvoiFS2gCh_rsi1nOoyZblsMdhnjeSV_TTO-spixy28gEqArpPgHkjbQkydw2IQaFB-o_oXN68Rky64lg/s320/4th.JPG" border="0" />It was on a Sunday this year so I knew Charleigh and I would be out and about together so...I made us matching outfits! You call it corny, I call it AWESOME! (Daddy wasn't on board with the polka dotted shorts I planned to make him...I don't blame him).<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494550849760042978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKU17C1mTBpeWSsxk5Jbhf2wv5SkcC6QmxfnMNkGZfRSnRsnBZB5kWPT7tpHC_YkKyt2Pc2WHxFG8XXMH2PsFE_VTkRcjdIypHudmq1aaFOZn2KUrgAPN1clJlqjCHwxIBfqRC1A/s320/photo5.jpg" border="0" />Here's the bow I made for Char. It was my first time using the korker ribbon (you have to cook that stuff to get it curly) and I think it looked like fireworks...maybe.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494550857447598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_70BScdA1L2tD7PG0pJb2b5O_g81QdKiURjPb2fnzho3SUugbPAr_2ohw952gkRRoy90wNWpGNa2gisXdSSKjLEv45yBJL5zawkBPBpGGoJW1zmBkf_PZSKhTxXT5aJ96tFMWw/s320/photo6.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><div>Justin had the next day off work so we spent the day galavanting all over. Much to my surprise he was totally up for hitting the mall. yay! Little did I know of his evil plan to introduce ice cream to our little dear. She wasn't sure about that cold stuff.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494583463472105026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoh5T-loT4XWS_5Ly_oG7hzDH-JnlwsFz0FLwSOQY54X4IMeUl0N6B5inoU8tGoHoKsdqI1AfRm22s1AGmBMdOFlxnvueaVzd4RdfT1M_r-pm_iKZkwsx010jl8x6-X7mqJo-4Xg/s320/ice+cream.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Alright, so Justin and I are a little obsessed in some areas of life. Charleigh is definitely one of them. So, since the doctors these days command you to only let your baby sleep on their backs...and because I am SOOOOO stinkin scared of SIDS, that's how Charleigh has slept. Swaddled up, unable to move, on her back. Due to many months of this, the back of her head got a little flat. It's been improving on it's own slowly and the pediatrician thinks it is not bad at all (even though we have assureed her it was). So, anyway, to further prove our pshyco-ness we took her to a craniologist, ya know, just to make sure. Well, that was a waste of time. The doc looked at her and sent us out in less than 5 minutes. Dude! At least we know her head is just fine :)</div><br /><div>Since the beaches are all oilly Ben and Sam introduced us to the creek. Who knew it was like a mini beach. That ain't how our creeks are back in Bama. haha. So we took their two boys and Charls out there for a day of sun (my whitey sure needs it). Notice Cade and Charleigh are attached at the hip, they LOVE each other.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCBcIbiILf8H55jEpCu-zyRZXfJoO_XVjn3w2XQ1MJ6CLVyTdceKbo9ftMC2aJIyOxb0AAi91Sj1c999bM5QjRDvULK8BrWvK_AiSl7Be5FkC5TfvZw4wA33QGAKKdQu36AIPkQ/s1600/photo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494556396033806466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCBcIbiILf8H55jEpCu-zyRZXfJoO_XVjn3w2XQ1MJ6CLVyTdceKbo9ftMC2aJIyOxb0AAi91Sj1c999bM5QjRDvULK8BrWvK_AiSl7Be5FkC5TfvZw4wA33QGAKKdQu36AIPkQ/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" /></a> Later in the month Justin had a boys trip planned for him and 3 buddies. They went up to Quail Country in Georgia and fished. (That's his bait and tackle bag)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494583470338283426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsUs4GCHP8DFuRTrTI_cktzhhkLOwvGpzHFtoTORvnrCwhBOk7UsGPY1zSQRm26wf2eejiS2Ms3u1oFAOvixFfuIWYCw67oLx5Fj_I198fNK4kB5kYXL3YamGCmSNmFDN0Cmcww/s320/jus+backpack.JPG" border="0" />So Charleigh and I took the opportunity to go see Granny, Papa and the Shirley crew. It seemed like it had been forever but it had only been a month (too long in my opinion). She got to show them all her newest tricks. Her best one was saying, "Papa!". We have a picture of my mom and dad that she plays with at home and when I say, "Where's Papa?" She points to him in the picture and whispers, "pa-pa" (which is also how she says Paw Paw). It is so cute. She just started that, the pointing thing. She points to EVERYTHING now as if she's asking, "what's that?". I love it, it makes me giggle. When I come into the room she points at me...somehow it makes me feel loved. Oh, so other tricks she's learned this month, she can point to your "eyes", "nose", "mouth", and "the light", among others that I know I'm forgetting. Here she is clicking her tongue (she has loved it when people click since she was born, it has always gotten a smile, and now she can do it on her own).<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwizGpWy5Rmzh2xygJcqyrfIezBTrYYbZqWcuDdN0-UAGlCr5dDXHU_Jofv50xZnavo2hbH0-ljeoU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>We also made the long trip in her NEW big girl car seat...she has outgrown her infant one. It's nice and big and cushy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494595432304226450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwpRePqUaj0gWJ4eE3Dguo3uNK9BxVYIMhRWyQcJdv_EEbgy2QCuVaokVkdcEJQcFSXNVqHG7vt1lR1R-xKM3PoB7XtPDM55tkVKT-PU6gBWvn4h4rEDDYzNLLd5x6RHvNlAaWQ/s320/carseat.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Hmmm, let's talk about some more cool things Char has learned this month. She now will walk with your help. If you hold her hands she is quick to take steps. She also can stand for longer periods without holding on due to the trick my mom taught me. If you give her a lightweight object (our favorite is her plastic little ball) she thinks she is holding on and balances herself better. It works! She will dance now if you ask her to (most of the time), but she definitley knows what the word means. And she will sing with me. If I start humming a really high note she suddenly gets her voice real high and soft and holds the tune with me (well maybe not exactly in tune). Oh! My favorite thing she started doing this month is SIGN LANGUAGE. She can do "eat", "more", and "done". She was showing off her "eat" sign at the UFC party when i would feed her some guacamole, she kept saying "eat", "eat", "eat". (she apparently likes the green stuff). Here is a video of her in the bath tub, she stops a couple times to say "more" with her hands...she loves the bath too..she just wanted more more more!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQiC_La75mLusuqThbatVa15UKTj4sbmqZwDgLgeJP3Qnz_eq_d-Ws-176RmQZFCjmS5ljaQkdfqg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>After Justin and the boys got back from their fishing adventure we had to have a fish fry to eat all their hard work. I donned my new boots...(Justin failed to actually get the boots IN the picture)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494555762140373474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioa7ulP2DuyxlybXQ__Eb3FSV6qGEMJbak_88FqBjEUrYO3pjHhc-IzcPV9TeW7LWKKulJ_mtabOGXNJ58co5hvur7wqWQdRRWDq2C9qycNjYHRxyuYQBhArgqr9Dg4lD3inxveg/s320/IMAGE_294.jpg" border="0" /> Some of the crafts I've worked on this month:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4EER8pA0iw1bis3c1w2D_yc2F6YctXxc_SiVLJORetNxJ-hxCpz6QSqkDcqQHOoGGRzd8kVL4CSQnLHv2yfsnjkmjTIy_EqYjwcYRTA7oXtIGLS-hRhVcghcF-I-AH4kKNUyLA/s1600/IMG_5867.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607536482880706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4EER8pA0iw1bis3c1w2D_yc2F6YctXxc_SiVLJORetNxJ-hxCpz6QSqkDcqQHOoGGRzd8kVL4CSQnLHv2yfsnjkmjTIy_EqYjwcYRTA7oXtIGLS-hRhVcghcF-I-AH4kKNUyLA/s320/IMG_5867.JPG" border="0" /></a> An adorable pink tutu with black and white polka dots and matching appliqué onesie. The fabric I used for the onesie is a black sequin...so fun.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFqNE40ZzCpW4Ds-pZRuS5Xul90L9p4cW3OowDPDiduK2mSLIqlPE7xwxOwRX-tgwEj8SVLw8ZGAnlkADnjbEegBsfA-r5XE2y1VzbtdUlvPnrOlvtuR6R6qcxOvew5VQWSR-Tg/s1600/IMG_5851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607065773932754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFqNE40ZzCpW4Ds-pZRuS5Xul90L9p4cW3OowDPDiduK2mSLIqlPE7xwxOwRX-tgwEj8SVLw8ZGAnlkADnjbEegBsfA-r5XE2y1VzbtdUlvPnrOlvtuR6R6qcxOvew5VQWSR-Tg/s320/IMG_5851.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a whole slew of great gifts for a mom-to-be. Matching hospital gown, onesie, burp cloth, and pillowcase for their stay at the hospital.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7qtsl2LUeERKgzjgfo_FjMGMlNozG4etnRxpwRZYShh1sbS3hu0KXSrcRIVbWmhh2NQzhVbx294bYbeI88GZui6fppNfGU0Kz-6rMcu-W3WNqqFop51k3AR22tRHrWmOG8Tx1w/s1600/IMG_5849.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607059146893378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7qtsl2LUeERKgzjgfo_FjMGMlNozG4etnRxpwRZYShh1sbS3hu0KXSrcRIVbWmhh2NQzhVbx294bYbeI88GZui6fppNfGU0Kz-6rMcu-W3WNqqFop51k3AR22tRHrWmOG8Tx1w/s320/IMG_5849.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdPoWuKta9iXmuHNJWO5Ymvoqv1ugVdHQIw2P0KATCOPkP8zza9n4RfsLxdk9sLn8WeBlyONewp-2AjJ6-vdUCvmVZulD9mb7NKXf_GNM1abCJRV2hDXxZrNJfv29UGmMg93dfg/s1600/IMG_5846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607052959496466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdPoWuKta9iXmuHNJWO5Ymvoqv1ugVdHQIw2P0KATCOPkP8zza9n4RfsLxdk9sLn8WeBlyONewp-2AjJ6-vdUCvmVZulD9mb7NKXf_GNM1abCJRV2hDXxZrNJfv29UGmMg93dfg/s320/IMG_5846.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>A cute little zebra and hot pink LSU onesie and matching black and pink tutu. (the butt of the onesie says "Geaux Tigers")</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Tq3JKxo__nnezXFZ3TNf9GmXcko_osV_eYqa2HNOsSyAjgWzJbwAMBBbgYIfUvlStUdTDFg8c2OWjwfAgvqQMgZBQftJLrGK1TiPPIbDI9xLp3RmodIdmk-Lopb354lcSukcVw/s1600/IMG_5831.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607032704874418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Tq3JKxo__nnezXFZ3TNf9GmXcko_osV_eYqa2HNOsSyAjgWzJbwAMBBbgYIfUvlStUdTDFg8c2OWjwfAgvqQMgZBQftJLrGK1TiPPIbDI9xLp3RmodIdmk-Lopb354lcSukcVw/s320/IMG_5831.JPG" border="0" /></a> and this, my friends, is what I get to laugh at while I'm hard at work. My husband thinks it is hilarious to lift her up so that she grabs onto the top of the door and peeps over, she look like a really tall person with a pea head. It IS pretty hilarious.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607043524548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqXzp_azJe7dhpmXsPrCDV_rpGy5Grm7kc9czaxBk6jVjW66n-Fy31uojTa6JxrF76-FbDU0Hd1NTNccw-cgzM1RE8Sxqsy3L3WB0bu_SiF9iT-8dyVbynEOCuRsOFgBd-y2Ihg/s320/IMG_5836.JPG" border="0" /><br />Coming up for the Tyners: Our trip to Atlanta, Braves game, and Audrey's wedding!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-90011165517678304822010-05-19T15:27:00.015-05:002010-06-14T13:48:58.981-05:00What the Junk....8 AND 9 months!Whew! This is hard...blogging ya know. I have to leave so much out because, how do you cover 2 months in one post?? You don't. So, here are the highlights. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482665893797988306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7aKzkMoU5SvFLiKkd8m9W31BiRoUeEy8Xa64gLp-zpUF8h4LOm3F7scOQl5Gyq8yTg4svVAqXZOYL4_BIDN-CqxVKOobkNenFvEx_LmQzBt5De5gzG3lawfuoci83zO59qRe2A/s320/32074_10100233042318173_5235687_60462441_7662842_n.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">MONTH 8</span></strong><br />This month Charleigh is just becoming her own little person, with personality and opinions (unfortunately). She has officially done her first sign language and the funny thing is, I taught her this one by accident. Every time I call Prissy, I pat the couch, or my leg, whatever is near. Now when Charleligh looks at Prissy, she pats...haha, it's funny! I didn't notice it at first but she kept doing it when Prissy was around. I thought she did "more" one time, but I don't think she really did...hmmm. It will catch on I'm sure :) She does like to use her hands, oh boy. Her new favorite thing is waving at everyone. When she waves she sometimes says, "ha". I think she means "HI!". What a little socialite :) It's funny too, her HI wave and her BYE BYE wave are totally different. For "bye bye" she curls her little wrist, which I LOVE! She doesn't say the words so much but she DEFINITELY knows what the waving means.<br /><br />On the food front, we are introducing some fun stuff these days. We started meats. Turkey and chicken to be exact. She HATED them at first so I thought I would mix them with something she likes. I started adding apples to the chicken and sweet potatoes to the turkey. She LOVES them now :) She likes yogurt too. Since it's the bland kind with no sugar and what not, I always mix it with some fruit to liven things up. Well, the yogurt/fruit combo is usually pretty runny (which she does NOT like) so I started adding some oatmeal to it as well. Justin laughed at me and said, "What do you call that? Banana yogurt Oatmeal or yogurt oatmeal bananas?" So, as I'm contemplating these crazy combinations I have come up with to appease my daughter I walk into Target the other day. I peruse the baby aisle in search of cereal and BAM...there it was Banana Yogurt Oatmeal, not to mention Sweet Potato Turkey and Apple Chicken. Strangely, it made me feel empowered as a mom that I somehow KNEW those combinations would work. I gained a little more trust in myself just then :) Two other foods she really likes are peas (she gets it from her mama) and PUFFS. You know, those little cereal pieces that dissolve in your mouth??? We started trying them at 7 months and she could not for the life of her, figure out that they are supposed to go in your mouth. She would pick one up, give it to Prissy, pick another up, give it to Daddy. But then, one day, she put it in her mouth (after many misses) and woah, now she shovels them. I love her eating Puffs.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482665898704122466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT6Scdv_kY8aZAteZHtcpQRv6OCcozrx4GRvOa5darUjSwQF2iOFViD7PvlRGmAG-41QFRYGvfkMtfA_fJNXtb6k6jHM4AlGVp6aIjrgRAWR0PvuMTOVZ4Jj3PruFLOyHAd0p7w/s320/32074_10100243059104453_5235687_60874993_4252302_n.jpg" border="0" /> Alright so I have tried desperately to limit her TV watching because she just loves it too much. So, we keep it on the Christian music channel now...she sings, it's funny. But when she gets fussy or mommy and daddy need to keep her occupied at all we go to...Veggie Tales! She absolutely LOVES them. I'm so glad because I love them too!<br /><br />At 8 months she was still a toothless wonder. But that changes later on...keep reading. Her hair is filling in quickly. I am still holding out hope that she gets her Daddy's thick straight locks.<br /><br />Onto other news, I decided to try going to the tanning bed again..haven't been in YEARS! So I bought a membership and only got to go like 3 times the whole month! It's just not possible with a baby tagging along. What am I supposed to do? Bring her in there with me...I think not. So I will remain white:)<br /><br />Well, we started out month 8 at the doctor. In all her 8 months of life my child has not so much as sniffled in sickness but all of a sudden, she was coughing at night, and couldn't get good rest. So, I took her in and she was diagnosed with some bad allergies. We started Clarinex and it has seemed to help a good bit. A few weeks later I forgot to give her her medicine before bed and she didn't cough the entire night. To me, this meant she was over the allergies and YAY no more medicine. I was wrong. Turns out it takes a week or so to get out of her system and when it did...she was worse than EVER. Poor baby she was just pouring snot and coughing and rattling in her chest. Doc told me to put her back on the medicine (bad mommy) and watch for it to get better. A few weeks later is STILL wasn't getting better so I took her in again (she weighed 20 lbs exactly by the way...a week and a half before her 9 month birthday) and she was diagnosed with a sinus infection. Poor baby. But now, she is on that yummy bubblegum antibiotic and she's getting much better now :)<br /><br />Okay, now for some pictures! Our friends Kristi and Ruco have been serving with Samaritan's Purse over in Uganda for a while now but have been called to help out in Haiti instead. They were able to come home for a while in the meantime. We welcomed them back with some great american food...Tokyo??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKBZCGFiN6YQFW1fJzBS3sGaEyzAMzn5HUTx95ATmqRBaWfG6KS-wpOJPQaBG3hXax8_JhF6nmWH3sJcbKoQvoazUECLVrXGOA1ksMHSfoXueaF6eGaG3GrKVOkAdWNPJmFYi9A/s1600/tokyo+dinner2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667109749552898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKBZCGFiN6YQFW1fJzBS3sGaEyzAMzn5HUTx95ATmqRBaWfG6KS-wpOJPQaBG3hXax8_JhF6nmWH3sJcbKoQvoazUECLVrXGOA1ksMHSfoXueaF6eGaG3GrKVOkAdWNPJmFYi9A/s320/tokyo+dinner2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yeah, we're weird but they really wanted some Sushi!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667107643480530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKpWPIoegmXpIvKSPlRhQMD-iIWClp0CRvSxkLrtJG39LuEEsl9aQ8lRfWz_gRL3kYkcARxqf_qIP3r3Ro8VhILmfAfxCzSZxHfSCp6_vp1nrv0lSB-qkVVwnHTU2PYdR76RN2w/s320/tokyo+dinner.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>We also celebrated Little Lucas's 1st Birthday! Here is the Baby Clubbers and their daddy's at the party. So sweet. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666757318731906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dJvBJus8Xqq5jKpzHQ7Cx_WEr4YPP1zdS6nNYOjn_daX4EW-rAqL-t6hJ49DFT405u_SaCjWG4otm7ATv-cSxLD2xcPeGQ389Gi0bP36LRoP4mMSMqjNyWTciq4m2_76v0xGoQ/s320/lucas's+bday.jpg" border="0" />At the beginning of May Ms. Joy's good friend Ms. Melinda came to town and had a little photo shoot with my Charleigh girl. Here are some of the adorable outcomes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqCIelcYYOGAUJjeSUVfJM3i7HowyqPMTcnsSvQ_8ziStdgoYBExAoH3mFE-XjIdbfzREKjGGrf1BUDZaDigXFOpxZkGV2B-Si35VCfGAe7xz0aUXT-IuQKAw9qSyqHuyP0C4GQ/s1600/32245_417246911978_654126978_5143896_6444703_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473081266312241074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqCIelcYYOGAUJjeSUVfJM3i7HowyqPMTcnsSvQ_8ziStdgoYBExAoH3mFE-XjIdbfzREKjGGrf1BUDZaDigXFOpxZkGV2B-Si35VCfGAe7xz0aUXT-IuQKAw9qSyqHuyP0C4GQ/s320/32245_417246911978_654126978_5143896_6444703_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here she is playing Big mama's piano (she LOVES pianos)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrWOJBub0RXItj7MIEdsUX3rjgkLY4Rl_UWA5Sr2O5hPg15cQLKsJW-VJGe8RK1WkmFHsnIMRT3i-3L3wKRypmRuUvGzPItoOVPL1Lo0vQ9tFiqeOpqoWZ8RxzSdwCVEZRf49Ug/s1600/32245_417246811978_654126978_5143880_6879999_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473081262366511634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrWOJBub0RXItj7MIEdsUX3rjgkLY4Rl_UWA5Sr2O5hPg15cQLKsJW-VJGe8RK1WkmFHsnIMRT3i-3L3wKRypmRuUvGzPItoOVPL1Lo0vQ9tFiqeOpqoWZ8RxzSdwCVEZRf49Ug/s320/32245_417246811978_654126978_5143880_6879999_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another thing I will write more about is bathtime! She is a water baby for sure.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3a0Oc98qBMW5cn0BSoqqjDfxn7cer1UcA5QFOW8M7wP8oonGTT5vdwRf2dcLuAb9fIFwRBrzTvziXeB55io7oc026w8mDpzIKaApKFVCWlnMrFzWLLPjERMibaSwapUoE_HfYg/s1600/32245_417246766978_654126978_5143873_1781874_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473081255320838834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3a0Oc98qBMW5cn0BSoqqjDfxn7cer1UcA5QFOW8M7wP8oonGTT5vdwRf2dcLuAb9fIFwRBrzTvziXeB55io7oc026w8mDpzIKaApKFVCWlnMrFzWLLPjERMibaSwapUoE_HfYg/s320/32245_417246766978_654126978_5143873_1781874_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wait, other babies don't eat in their tutus??<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTfJTjP9OJcGq-O-m05DHpNtbSeC5Vhvs5C_EiGYbJbrSFi4eikdCxD0ABFxYQJMf2Rs9-JT5hqtsveA1jKC2t9F2_hTnxrhL1CKNhq1wLPOPrKlzv27hXsYxbAQCmigW64TyMQ/s1600/32245_417246691978_654126978_5143862_3850794_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473081249687525298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTfJTjP9OJcGq-O-m05DHpNtbSeC5Vhvs5C_EiGYbJbrSFi4eikdCxD0ABFxYQJMf2Rs9-JT5hqtsveA1jKC2t9F2_hTnxrhL1CKNhq1wLPOPrKlzv27hXsYxbAQCmigW64TyMQ/s320/32245_417246691978_654126978_5143862_3850794_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is her daddy's old rocking horse. Look how she has her feet gripped.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2TO9pYYJZaJ2H5qLNSSkxVScKS3IoJEN_sOIBWG2j-smhDWDK2ku8VLK6X2INdgRIrEIiXvB0q20aqCdE4Xjx4R1VuoC_nMzmQ4O4W_K90nRGj7q0u663rQWrrJIMcpZnW2g5A/s1600/32245_417246661978_654126978_5143858_4733028_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473081246202587234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2TO9pYYJZaJ2H5qLNSSkxVScKS3IoJEN_sOIBWG2j-smhDWDK2ku8VLK6X2INdgRIrEIiXvB0q20aqCdE4Xjx4R1VuoC_nMzmQ4O4W_K90nRGj7q0u663rQWrrJIMcpZnW2g5A/s320/32245_417246661978_654126978_5143858_4733028_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here she is in her daddy's old cowboy boots. She looks like she got caught doing something huh?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjs8zyc66AMInDlltUWrFQ1gvfszaUk7xRD2BzuTxbOsgoG9Vtuhqtkkpa172nrcSvopXX1DAJM5s67jpn5DW_JmiMuumnS8WXaGbtBGv7eOEuIZbSgxnMUJhpFQ-5aMfFQLIiA/s1600/32245_417244311978_654126978_5143828_4388217_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473080887976380626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjs8zyc66AMInDlltUWrFQ1gvfszaUk7xRD2BzuTxbOsgoG9Vtuhqtkkpa172nrcSvopXX1DAJM5s67jpn5DW_JmiMuumnS8WXaGbtBGv7eOEuIZbSgxnMUJhpFQ-5aMfFQLIiA/s320/32245_417244311978_654126978_5143828_4388217_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pettiskirt and boots.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK7PNoO33i1_g6yVwagDrdNXfqFmyq6Bw8Y655IghZFfQyg-2qg4v3F4pHCIBr_eCsnaol6Yzcz_vWe2itgaQd4VDV0jmdFNasWFuV0mveUZWsNSgS2oiE0-HHENKG974w39syg/s1600/32245_417244301978_654126978_5143826_8007756_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473080879078489778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK7PNoO33i1_g6yVwagDrdNXfqFmyq6Bw8Y655IghZFfQyg-2qg4v3F4pHCIBr_eCsnaol6Yzcz_vWe2itgaQd4VDV0jmdFNasWFuV0mveUZWsNSgS2oiE0-HHENKG974w39syg/s320/32245_417244301978_654126978_5143826_8007756_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Just realized how goofy I look trying to entertain her...oh well, she's worth it.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473080872492628914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8b_PUqP2Soq2EdYHGyFNi8Zz-h0NXZSGK7OBN0gDYik_ODnMayvYHrR0zR7KLYHBfQaxohjxK2laUHlGkR0sHe_mdxcmMrUnqU-Od-ApDTiZQFOgffJEXfzjbC98A87v6YkZBw/s320/32245_417244281978_654126978_5143823_4940610_n.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>Alright, our next adventure was the Olive Kids' Bass Fishing tournament that Daddy was heading up. He is a jack of all trades now and I am really proud of him for REALLY being a servant for God's house. He is now not only a deacon but also serves on the Security Team (no he does not get a tazer... yes, he is disappointed), on the Parking Lot Greeter Team, AND on the Bass Club commitee. Just thought I'd take a minute to brag on my man.</div><div> </div><div>Charleigh and I headed out to support Daddy's efforts. It was a beautiful day.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzYbd4OHpMV7ZGf0ed26JXfxuCZZHMCDiuyMKI0fG4HteEgp3DYJx8HV9dpfVTDPrt9hTpAwpnvWl_N7d4AwvOc1aH9B_keUJcz19wTt1QW6G_Hxc2h8_z1Gx1LG_GZgwDAfwFg/s1600/IMG_5780.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473461613077117282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzYbd4OHpMV7ZGf0ed26JXfxuCZZHMCDiuyMKI0fG4HteEgp3DYJx8HV9dpfVTDPrt9hTpAwpnvWl_N7d4AwvOc1aH9B_keUJcz19wTt1QW6G_Hxc2h8_z1Gx1LG_GZgwDAfwFg/s320/IMG_5780.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z2yicpk76iVpJPyjBa3-G2EV1mQXpkiPxFfywBaTg_6WLStim12v1oUOnJnG4BM1LaVImPtK_BJkbQUPp289EHbxI4w_RiEfrwOqTp18ANGeYav0rgZCaczyDF4PYOk0DqoZcQ/s1600/IMG_5776.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473461600033457890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z2yicpk76iVpJPyjBa3-G2EV1mQXpkiPxFfywBaTg_6WLStim12v1oUOnJnG4BM1LaVImPtK_BJkbQUPp289EHbxI4w_RiEfrwOqTp18ANGeYav0rgZCaczyDF4PYOk0DqoZcQ/s320/IMG_5776.JPG" border="0" /></a>Okay okay, so the big news this month was MY FIRST MOTHER'S DAY!!! Oh man, I have waited so long to say that. I love being a mother. We started the morning with the alarm sounding for church. Justin went to get my angel baby from her crib and brought her into the room with gifts in hand. As he carried her in, she sat straight up. No wobble to her little head, her back supported her strongly. Her eyes were bright and open and she smiled. She looked like a little girl. She's growing up already. What will she be like next Mother's Day? I just felt the need to cherish that moment. just then. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473461616429025026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglREJucslNvrcXdY7_0QR4f12gW_e1msTDYiyMIUbyEJdz2GULVwavGVQfWhMmh8joo2naBYr6e0QBMfSWv5WhYhOfuSeY1xRe584B0si-nWxMma7dEw_mLW_COStxpVI9j28StQ/s320/IMG_5812.JPG" border="0" />Well, I opened my first hand made card from Charleigh girl. She writes incredibly well for a 7 month old :) Then a card from my sweet sweet husband. If I do nothing else right in our marriage ever...I want him to think I'm a good mom. When he tells me that, it melts my heart. I want him to be proud of me and the job I'm doing here. He makes me feel like he is :) After opening the rest of my gifts we hurried off to take our respective showers and get ready for church. Before we walked out the door, Justin slipped a beautiful white rose corsage (with bling might I add) onto my wrist...he's so cute. He knows he's supposed to get one of those for his mom every mother's day but I just didn't expect him to get one for me too! I LOVED it, it was perfect and meant so much to me. I wore it all day (even during lunch). We went to church, and I GOT TO STAND UP...when they called for all the mothers to stand...I got to! I told Justin that is what I was looking forward to most. I just have vivid memories of Mother's day in the past. The hurt that was tucked away in my heart, envious of the women who got to stand. Dreaming of my day to come. And come it did. Justin grilled (the best steaks I have ever had) for me and Mom Wow for lunch. Then we went to dinner with Paw Paw and Granmama that night. It was a good day. A very good day. (I do have pictures of me and my girl on Mother's Day but they are on Big Mama's camera)</div><div> </div><div>The next day Justin took the day off (which is a miracle, my husband DOES NOT take days off) to extend the Mother's Day celebration. He let me and Charleigh pick what we would do for the day and of course we picked... THE BEACH!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWldU8AsiVXAXvTrvmPxlrjBuNH1GF3j16Y82HF6VVR11zBmVsCzVzQvK1_VFD1sOuL8tmdPzvfwAbtp-PdlKOGjmsM5gL3CsLVqC2Re0kfge27QFVhY3TMvIfVbOlqpgdz2Dtw/s1600/beach+with+daddy+120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667428943708882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWldU8AsiVXAXvTrvmPxlrjBuNH1GF3j16Y82HF6VVR11zBmVsCzVzQvK1_VFD1sOuL8tmdPzvfwAbtp-PdlKOGjmsM5gL3CsLVqC2Re0kfge27QFVhY3TMvIfVbOlqpgdz2Dtw/s320/beach+with+daddy+120.jpg" border="0" /></a> Is this not the most precious picture ever?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BxaGDFLWRbLJKFYwiGFmWO66h5PW671K0FcTOsSq3BG3pdF0NgXdasdMw9HInKzZ9ZeoaK77gkpN-TFxGnp4v34LF85sd6Hjcb8Z56QKTZkTBRpOtZZZM8qfoOeZHlixWKMPcg/s1600/beach+with+daddy+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667424500936674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BxaGDFLWRbLJKFYwiGFmWO66h5PW671K0FcTOsSq3BG3pdF0NgXdasdMw9HInKzZ9ZeoaK77gkpN-TFxGnp4v34LF85sd6Hjcb8Z56QKTZkTBRpOtZZZM8qfoOeZHlixWKMPcg/s320/beach+with+daddy+9.jpg" border="0" /></a> She loves her Daddy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTwIO5teiOVtJQL36p9FRgxNkwGZmYOSZFWu0P4rRl-55XFU8bpo303kj9P1oIAYrxduqPyS5kuHCSDtnoZdcrgtzGd4nz1CGKaVwzO5b8RuLR2fH_XztSbqheiEBLH58GPZvtA/s1600/beach+with+daddy6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667422144370978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTwIO5teiOVtJQL36p9FRgxNkwGZmYOSZFWu0P4rRl-55XFU8bpo303kj9P1oIAYrxduqPyS5kuHCSDtnoZdcrgtzGd4nz1CGKaVwzO5b8RuLR2fH_XztSbqheiEBLH58GPZvtA/s320/beach+with+daddy6.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQKRUXqVlWtiDqPP5uNKSTucIGHQ-DbPMyINv4AT1zu-7UtOiAu9U9nZp4SdN0Mg5bI6tG7z7I0YbTnPBdnQ_HBhDBOd4_f_cEjvHcIHUopxSm9IMPZgDWbyz5zpBup8nYGxjVA/s1600/beach+with+daddy3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667415863891650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQKRUXqVlWtiDqPP5uNKSTucIGHQ-DbPMyINv4AT1zu-7UtOiAu9U9nZp4SdN0Mg5bI6tG7z7I0YbTnPBdnQ_HBhDBOd4_f_cEjvHcIHUopxSm9IMPZgDWbyz5zpBup8nYGxjVA/s320/beach+with+daddy3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh and then the fun began. Charleigh definitely LOVES the sand. She loves to sit in it, and play with it, or just look at it...it's LOVE I tell ya. And Daddy likes to...well... dig holes. He always has his mother tells me. So, he decided to dig a nice cool hole for Charleigh to sit in. She loved it of course. Then he began playfully covering her feet and legs with sand, she giggled. As she was waist deep in sand she waved at the folks next to us and squealed with joy. Then Daddy decided to try something...crazy. He dug an even bigger hole, sat her in it and began to cover her in sand, up to her waist, her elbows, and finally her little shoulders. I was fussing at him the whole time but couldn't bare to stop him as our silly daughter was giggling with every push of sand! And here you have it:<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzuM2CBhxGjZbterAzxS6c1hrlP8hUusKpfMbdFP4ityLXCysltnk2jGs8FazrHs-skRAvcZanLmwssX1A7CScNP5ZbNGNXt4yVjf1jEoUGVl0zwnwombyfcBobH9JiP8b5KidQw/s1600/beach+with+daddy2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667410465573458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzuM2CBhxGjZbterAzxS6c1hrlP8hUusKpfMbdFP4ityLXCysltnk2jGs8FazrHs-skRAvcZanLmwssX1A7CScNP5ZbNGNXt4yVjf1jEoUGVl0zwnwombyfcBobH9JiP8b5KidQw/s320/beach+with+daddy2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>So silly...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjdyvwcXpSAWDsl2NwbnGa5r8u3Nc1Pt8VjsFoJULyRQm3FMADkZGLtKLuUfFLnDba4y17bxX1U2UTidO7sihyjbEwBbm5AvoyKk62bJqQCVK7UHCzJqb7g6kyGkRRI6qpZBbgg/s1600/beach+with+daddy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667117045962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjdyvwcXpSAWDsl2NwbnGa5r8u3Nc1Pt8VjsFoJULyRQm3FMADkZGLtKLuUfFLnDba4y17bxX1U2UTidO7sihyjbEwBbm5AvoyKk62bJqQCVK7UHCzJqb7g6kyGkRRI6qpZBbgg/s320/beach+with+daddy.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><div> </div><div>Next on the agenda we had a playdate with Miss Bella for a pool party. She slept through it I think :)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668442374280786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj8BgBhUbIEsfOQtMyPbwYFp9bcgDNtI6O4lxFJx54B_gVSJOBuouOxBNCKMfAg5fciZTlj8AnErn-L4spXGIf1cmGP9iPBb5V2SBCBfbGPPuV_W6Vt9rjwO6ysK0cwWXpDNSwQ/s320/bella+pool+playdate.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>The day she turned 8 months we celebrated by a beach day! (We celebrate every other day with a beach day) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggfw1xNhMZ736ZT1aY1Gi9tcE3OF3PQ67Nio2CGPgud9stbuQkbJpAQucMfD1uOS9A0By1LTN0fOQqOBx7tzfzaa6JGO5NFTyi4dfV7qmoXDGYlHKOvxeyGN_xzu9ERiVauTT3w/s1600/photo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473080870185877922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggfw1xNhMZ736ZT1aY1Gi9tcE3OF3PQ67Nio2CGPgud9stbuQkbJpAQucMfD1uOS9A0By1LTN0fOQqOBx7tzfzaa6JGO5NFTyi4dfV7qmoXDGYlHKOvxeyGN_xzu9ERiVauTT3w/s320/photo1.jpg" border="0" /></a> We took Ms. Whitney and baby Bella to show them the ropes of babies and beaches. Bella seems like she is going to like beach days just like her bestie Charleigh!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZBx89eQv9h8yJuzGNlC7MSMUXduib94mCwUnjiLQXikFvEI7iEUpiT43v_NKYxKLuNRdda7dbDsqExz_4zbzycDi3wDNUCRGiqvMfggMoaXUVfliUMSotqSFhXrqWb2l1STecg/s1600/photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473080865283065810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZBx89eQv9h8yJuzGNlC7MSMUXduib94mCwUnjiLQXikFvEI7iEUpiT43v_NKYxKLuNRdda7dbDsqExz_4zbzycDi3wDNUCRGiqvMfggMoaXUVfliUMSotqSFhXrqWb2l1STecg/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /></a> That day we came home and I laid Charleigh down for her nap. She had already been asleep in the car so I laid her down (no swaddle) sand and all. So, I watched her on the video monitor to make sure she went to sleep...she didn't. Instead I watched her sit up (from a laying position) for the first time!!! I ran in there to her chubby little cheeks grinning at me as she is a head above the top of her crib now. I laid her back down and...she did it again, and again and again. So we cut naptime a little short :) Instead we made our way to the bath tub to wash off any sand that was lurking in crevices, which there was. She leaned right over to the side of the tub and pulled herself up. Woah, two milestones in one day! Since then, she is a sittin' up, pullin' up fool!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyQmKf1752vR4Z1DDjozeicx_fWlsx7SFY_WPq6QoDmxOrF9VtLyK5vnCOLMNpMla3FRGdyKcjP2Ao' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We were sad when Auntie Kristi had to go off to Haiti but we got a quick house visit from her before she had to leave :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666764453289330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQJ1Y9lYhruGfugdYYiEj9WAwoGr5G4k3NMocZKYuG6SGnxq2FMaUTXPPTv5B3vjzOCHQ5KqDi9UoWUA1Sne2yZZkgUHdCh8PrV8NpooxI2Rvg2soaS1EjZjBOorUGnfRDLCxfA/s320/kristi+comes+over.jpg" border="0" />I also FINALLY took Charleigh up to the school to meet all the students and teachers she hadn't gotten a chance to meet yet. They loved her and well she, loves everyone!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP32-u86ykWoniGXMZp1YfH73RS4KYxTnQ6Npk6kxz2z_ggnc106PvfGZTUyT_CtzGagTnB9P0bE8mJF7YVy1_OxFKCXTI5NwojjrntHHTsQUSzAqYiuZWXhHPoq-Q8YdDG0fZQ/s1600/school.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668460633906498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP32-u86ykWoniGXMZp1YfH73RS4KYxTnQ6Npk6kxz2z_ggnc106PvfGZTUyT_CtzGagTnB9P0bE8mJF7YVy1_OxFKCXTI5NwojjrntHHTsQUSzAqYiuZWXhHPoq-Q8YdDG0fZQ/s320/school.bmp" border="0" /></a> And we rounded out this month with a church picnic with the Kepners! Charleigh is a little aggressive with the boys.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668447567226162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IqX_lK6g0PtQstgcJi9zIzgXxhGIvDYTvpDyqAGWXDFXjYRkTKNNdXjxkglfVSqAbfc8HK3oT2uZY3sn-Yh-rPGk86WdOkNxY8ksahbBUktkXfDBIrd-BnTTCYQGf44p2GTGkg/s320/church+picnic.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>MONTH 9<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">So, like I mentioned before, we started off this month with a sinus infection. Boo. On top of that discomfort, Charleigh finally cut two teeth! At 8 months and one week, I saw those little suckers shining at me when she was smiling in the bathtub! So cute. She continues to pull up to a standing postion every chance she gets. Now she is into pulling up and letting go, falling on her booty, laughing, and pulling up again. It's a vicious cycle.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482665884570057650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFT2arM7-RXh5GUVRlJy2mHB65cqguP-S5O0f2am1m6XBHs9hop3zxPii-hVDkYQqM7fP6SihQeWqqYocokptp87xlnf5QAyslPX9cP7IAm0GRygToyP0JiO5WuULMFm9X2wCrMw/s320/30524_10100246552363933_5235687_61024220_1741312_n.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">I also got to go to the Intentional Moms seminar with <a href="http://hottermiss.blogspot.com/">Heather</a>, Amber, and Rolla. It was interesting. A lot of things to be intentional about to get our kids to grow up with self confidence and teaching them how to depend on the Lord for their needs. I pray daily that I can be that for Charleigh.</span></div><div> </div><div>Music in the Park also started in May so we met up with LOTS of friends there, spread out our picnic blankets, ate our dinners and laughed over some good music in the beautiful weather. That is definitely going to have to be a regular thing...while it lasts.</div><div> </div><div>We were so excited when Baby Avery (and Aunt Jo) came to visit! Where else would we take her...the BEACH! Big Mama and the babies had a blast.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482665907396628514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsk-Urrt5hBgWjMMwT2sWqxfz-H8fEki84iwxhGMCUgG-tUVpPM0APfUrvcEeG2RbBG-CDtZGFa7Qt0RJVPibdnRRC_TyLLfeZavEDxVt5Tqfteg4711WFs9F8MjnPgc91tuKrkw/s320/beach+with+Avery.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgygNqibyUBfDRTt-NSzIuxqN4Xv_-lrK93uwS9QRpwFj69k5Cf_Dzb9P6ioGRaZG46yt3CZhIvgI46hw_VAV4v9nm54mn-tFAG5z8_4Bl9iUJ98BkM4xeEsLs9GBvbd9EhAJLekw/s1600/beach+with+avery2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482665912846477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgygNqibyUBfDRTt-NSzIuxqN4Xv_-lrK93uwS9QRpwFj69k5Cf_Dzb9P6ioGRaZG46yt3CZhIvgI46hw_VAV4v9nm54mn-tFAG5z8_4Bl9iUJ98BkM4xeEsLs9GBvbd9EhAJLekw/s320/beach+with+avery2.jpg" border="0" /></a> As much as we go to the beach, my child is still white. I try to be a good mother and cake her with sunblock but I'm starting to think I should let the child get a little sun...huh?</div><div> </div><div>Next was Kaison's bday party. Right when we got there, he crawled over to Charleigh and gave her a big KISS! It was the cutest thing ever! Here she is with her hand on his leg...I told you she was aggressive.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666755344869474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDHrM9kD50KqY_H_2vG08u7AKNqWujoxorpgyBUId7WAgixCZdnLG895FPhBf71UmqrE60gPbVuAe1mMa5DHvFZecpoYPw7WhDvW03zVuY5FxKuMCvUUXDKOSmccPWG0lRpmh-g/s320/kaison's+bday+2.jpg" border="0" />Also this month, my friend Amber had a baby shower. Here is the hospital gown I made for her to wear:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkgUrgyi-uaycL5SC_18Ns_Il-OZh88Hk5FtU0HMKyBNShwrkrMSwBFiEWTerOFVomhwKbIpGlcWH9ckeqTB1eEmoGB98SlZOKPThAuR2NPEbLX_CbyszobodZP259N0o054Cmg/s1600/IMG_5815.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660404179309506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkgUrgyi-uaycL5SC_18Ns_Il-OZh88Hk5FtU0HMKyBNShwrkrMSwBFiEWTerOFVomhwKbIpGlcWH9ckeqTB1eEmoGB98SlZOKPThAuR2NPEbLX_CbyszobodZP259N0o054Cmg/s320/IMG_5815.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's one of my favorites...this fabric is sooo stinkin' cute!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVa75CKbqrvTlUN3agMtRJXB8reVX10UYPe8SvZy-ALk95q8NtjycgAaElHxcQVHmd8mBsWrzG67bZeZl7qWSxi6sJ_lSw16Kf6UHh-HnFIxyr7cK0ZuPAezxh1q0Phrc8CFNGGA/s1600/IMG_5814.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660389854771778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVa75CKbqrvTlUN3agMtRJXB8reVX10UYPe8SvZy-ALk95q8NtjycgAaElHxcQVHmd8mBsWrzG67bZeZl7qWSxi6sJ_lSw16Kf6UHh-HnFIxyr7cK0ZuPAezxh1q0Phrc8CFNGGA/s320/IMG_5814.JPG" border="0" /></a>At the end of May Justin decided we needed a trip to Bama to see my family. The last 2 times Charleigh and I went up without him and he felt a little left out of the party I think. So, we packed up and headed to spend the weekend with my fam. We were so busy having fun at our Memorial Day cookout that I forgot to take any pictures! I hate when that happens :( Just know, we had FUN! Well, here she is on Memorial Day when we got back.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666766132417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrjCgbBGfUr4xP5jsYinnloPpmoTq0Hm3IFTgG4pgLflmUlTz7jZ4hMNciIMInhSQUiTZhhzbo3TWp_sp2wjyJfeB8LAEtekIry9T7ApCgOVUVY1Je2kpPRwa5aQFy92QROiURA/s320/memorial+day.jpg" border="0" />Alright, now for some bad news. While we were up in Bama I expressed my worry to my mom. Charleigh wasn't nursing very well for last few weeks. She was more "playing" and only for 5 or so minutes. I was worried she wasn't getting enough milk. I tested my theory by offering her a bottle after nursing and sure enough, she gulped it down! Oh no, I wondered if she was getting anything at all or if I was totally dried up? Mom had a plan. She told me to see how long I could go without nursing her and if I was still producing milk, I would "feel" it as I got too full. Well, that morning I skipped nursing time, nothing happened, then that afternoon, nothing, and again, and again...nothing. In short, I haven't nursed her since and haved gotten full or engorged in the least. I think it is safe to say that my milk is dry :( The good news is that the weaning process is usually pretty hard for mom and baby I hear. At least we are through it, without knowing of course. Oh well, I'm proud to have nursed her for 8.5 months, I'm okay with supplementing at this point. Plus that baby LOVES her solids!</div><div> </div><div>On our way back home from Bama, we stopped in on some relatives in Evergreen. Charleigh got to meet her cousins Ansley and John Ed. She LOVED them!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666312627522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3LMttUOtGVDWNtd_JKA_LOQMdy4A3iYXUoobmG75Mo_V6PbLjPi2UnTf6pRAGQtj2lOwKBYjwVtDKGyTqTVuxyjLeyqoTptintOhhc8SlC_clM3Dz4lpQOxJ3YU9SD_APFJvnQ/s320/griffins.bmp" border="0" />One event that has basically taken over my life this month was our End of the Year Banquet for my Chosen Girls' Ministry. Oy! This year all my leaders had to work the day of the banquet so it was up to me (and Charleigh) to fully decorate and prepare for the event. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666299878517890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2FSR8JQQr4mfjih8ThHa20ftF-toufTGcLLpW_PNWgdpijkEmIgb5WgYSzFt63skckDM6ypSlEJ4a9gbqf8PQM5S8NjLsmiU4xHLO3Tm2cjV8KHhRh5wRx0ReX-XwSIz1KLSTA/s320/chosen+banquet+2.jpg" border="0" />Some unexpected heros pitched in (Jeremy Lloyd, Sandy Fones, and Joel McDonald) to help me out and I could NOT appreciate them more!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666297494427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXc6BaP_SgtQGHdq-885oXuDbHcqcPds7GcH1THHCxgPSSj_-PAfOxqkEcykCDwJFxyRzWRYoyxP1im0aK0letoPvlUHgkmHddEIn1WpV24WU9pqKFB8BxUguyxT8JVEFQNAbkxQ/s320/chosen+banquet.jpg" border="0" />It is always bittersweet to say goodbye to my seniors but I know they are strong spiritual leaders. I love you all! My adult leaders, Amber Sherouse, Lesa Price, Staci Jacobi, Dee Kelley, Rachel Traylor, Whitney Lloyd, and Lynette Bledsoe, are my saving grace. They do so much for so little praise. I wish I could give them all a vacation for their hard work this year but...alas, they will recieve even greater gifts from JC himself :) The banquet was fabulous and the Pastor and Mrs. Liz even attended AND wrote about us on his <a href="http://tedtraylor.com/">blog</a>!</div><div> </div><div>That night, Jon, Angie and Jackson came in town for a few days. As well as Jo and Avery. We met them the next day at Nana's pool. It was Charleigh's first time in a pool and she, of course, had a blast.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667107528521842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaERj-4XdYzGjhMh5-aqiYSlZ8aAbst21wb_uZnndXU1Y8PVnkuuaIV53iCJkwdrEAPLFJ2LNzFoTAq1wrqTx5a9d6230jcX_2FNaI1V6_8NwGJo1Ki2AS8UpUEQfXY9RKVjp1A/s320/nana's+pool+3.jpg" border="0" />She wasn't sure about this float at first but soon got the hang of it. Kicking her little feet. Pinching the water and putting in in her mouth as if it were finger food...so funny!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBO-odf-DtPRx2NJXYxlHyCmwiop8rb1_ORvqMkZFwut5mlUK9IdDTgAGZSbK-UIc4CInteWJ3MQJdbH1bd5S3LpYsksq_8cbqJFm8p4ZWoFXrKEO-0IVZk6lWhQmod3PaBP8mdw/s1600/nana's+pool+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482667103820782530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBO-odf-DtPRx2NJXYxlHyCmwiop8rb1_ORvqMkZFwut5mlUK9IdDTgAGZSbK-UIc4CInteWJ3MQJdbH1bd5S3LpYsksq_8cbqJFm8p4ZWoFXrKEO-0IVZk6lWhQmod3PaBP8mdw/s320/nana's+pool+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh256v2vqaNOnH9dGja2l-pJFSDcJ2Vf3rJd3rtZEb0BQNvTxQ_18tIKg3tho7V80-lJbBUA-rHkHuzZk5ZiIBnv-DjdLxj0Jp0hrbmF2H-NU3r7mdltK6Prs8g5XyW6EtRy4VR8w/s1600/nana's+pool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666776118230226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh256v2vqaNOnH9dGja2l-pJFSDcJ2Vf3rJd3rtZEb0BQNvTxQ_18tIKg3tho7V80-lJbBUA-rHkHuzZk5ZiIBnv-DjdLxj0Jp0hrbmF2H-NU3r7mdltK6Prs8g5XyW6EtRy4VR8w/s320/nana's+pool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The next day we celebrated Jon's Birthday at Big Mama's house. Avery and Charleigh wore matching PJs.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666334372886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ElfKGEB1cNlTl3jdKtF_ywWy4uW51JVIVOggE_TQKk9U85DDf0GKaGWUS1mxChnVgJmTfdlC68Gf7gpNTO-lrAaq22JNd4P9v2GuTD5wNRobSKAa-wqtLUY-K0FvlmY-s28WPw/s320/jack+avery+char.jpg" border="0" />p.s. Charleigh LOVES Jack.</div><div> </div><div>Next we went to the new Grand Marlin out at the beach to celebrate Paw Paw's birthday too. It was sad to look out at that beautiful water and know the oil spill would ruin it in just a few days. I sure hope it is all cleaned up and Charleigh is able to enjoy our white beaches in years to come.</div><div> </div><div>And now, we've made it to this weekend! Justin and Ben decided they needed a fun day with their wives so they planned a Big Kahuna trip with us. We left Charleigh with Big Mama for the day (the longest I've ever left her) and we had sooo much fun. We love water parks. I again, failed to take pictures, sorry.</div><div> </div><div>We did church on Sunday and now it is Monday, June 14th. Charleigh's 9 months today and Granny is....29! Happy Birthday Mama...we love you SOOO much!</div><div> </div><div>Whew, that is all I can bear to muster for this post! So, here are some crafts I've been working on these last couple of months:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpshWRo3krJ-mPTZ0DTUdCWQGZWytqu7neXbB4p2SiWSgh9S2eH7lb5X9xR70bvoNud8sEWSJH8gs6J9_TJhPOGiiQqQHS0_noaPHnx526Qtg0DgqDNZ6zkrlrQQRvYSm5QrqgA/s1600/napmat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482668454403568722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpshWRo3krJ-mPTZ0DTUdCWQGZWytqu7neXbB4p2SiWSgh9S2eH7lb5X9xR70bvoNud8sEWSJH8gs6J9_TJhPOGiiQqQHS0_noaPHnx526Qtg0DgqDNZ6zkrlrQQRvYSm5QrqgA/s320/napmat.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nap mat Covers! (fits 48" X 24" X 2")<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660382409189362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MPX_2Hn2af7MKU087fF9v9ls_zMuPj1Gkobc8Oo0VMmzecoT2CpCQrqZj2_U5BLr9IL0XLqW-J6GzQJSdedTRDN4PqWhlc52_R3PymSwHiDGSAhUIJ_IiMHqjO8c8j-GYl9dZg/s320/napmat2.jpg" border="0" /><br />I finally finished Charleigh's letters for her room. I love how they turned out!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZ3dGz5w1XwZIuX_Kt1gUDt9S3vOMjaZoTL2vcCeXi-l-OtDHOUHxsVaUGCcvjKQb38LZD_-u_nhNa2EPsq64pJQU1qUJ2AHf4hyphenhyphenXcfYqaeGMJWfIyP6OLWNSnLgszdUgPHedrw/s1600/charleigh+letters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482666290243122850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZ3dGz5w1XwZIuX_Kt1gUDt9S3vOMjaZoTL2vcCeXi-l-OtDHOUHxsVaUGCcvjKQb38LZD_-u_nhNa2EPsq64pJQU1qUJ2AHf4hyphenhyphenXcfYqaeGMJWfIyP6OLWNSnLgszdUgPHedrw/s320/charleigh+letters.jpg" border="0" /></a> I adore this cute little damask and dots pillowcase dress with matching bow!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482661003427260002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieT2bdPBClCvjBvekj2NcNxVyIm2Mv1KRCgU8Sf0NI_tqNlN9ZIAU8EpTUk_OQxG9kN2NtvmP3r40H68CCF1ur0j_C24wXnMcIMpHR_5ppQtLEHn0g7TVJYS8D_7qHvdSWWqSkXQ/s320/IMG_5821.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>My latest hair bow holder (Greens and pinks):</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660995070756194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUc5u3YYUunOXGYGOWzZ7a6bffgfE1N716UMhUR0E477FV8tb51nhrZ-yLt7BIkUKA9GBVLPRdK4eNfhF9KjfU96hoCf0ngprgMVIVNtCBSsHRfo0GEoNXlEfqZ4bxSUZx_BFlg/s320/IMG_5819.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>I'm now obsessed with Kiwi Paper (monogramable paper). I will now only use this for my travel mugs. Here's a couple prints available:</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660417342263346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMTo3AlcZpGvuX-64-f-c5J7PBnDctXqna8G_Rx1Bk0UVQYKgjM1Vzh4UOC0Gm50QyndivZFI77e-QUvPB98aodTVk_3g4_fF9sGiHW0S5koDgz8qPqc8mV0FYc-s9w6cRKdK1pQ/s320/IMG_5816.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473460810996089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrk7RqHxmjNzd-N6yiKmcUu2oTU10UTFfbpC3Akf5YxhWyhQBJhS-ZtnmlXRspH9WS7MIoMbA8JB2SddPIhS1S0k0fZE5eFtRpgQo0q7VbL1eHBgxLvL6w69r7S8MdavbKImWlZg/s320/IMG_5734.JPG" border="0" /><br />A patriotic pillowcase:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473460817915361474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_G1OO52SyYO21yOdLPnZFCQI6CpJBui6Fmq4GFh8hyphenhyphenDB1K8nCQhAtk1w9FuAfnw6hrHTGWt0pnwQyi6-IyOtHR-j7y4wTVm60he2kAvHYvz33fjaYfg5B-KlsvLqFkWM9htSmg/s320/IMG_5736.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> Lavendar and Hot pink tutu:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473460801643450306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6TSfrwSRrJ9kZVsiUcWyBOd0sz7ZntbY-7RF-HEV2_UHl7b7JCxzJkJPiBS1adPO0ZhUlyD-UkPER0Jkmbqqh9mpkOjQXipg9El1NpjIJX19L5-6OvBgk5SGnYln7nUJElOLQQ/s320/IMG_5729.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Happy Birthday to GranMama, Paw Paw, Papa AND Granny over these last two months! You are the BEST!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><div>Next, we cannot wait for Father's Day next week!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473461592800459474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUewB3qdhQIroWflp51COLmwhDHlteCayF5EqcTKCyN8xUr-uV4OxJ9WnHXHreMP54Ui_HEtw9_2SfSELaU_sNLELYeYPpZXsM46qGlTWsEbpmlqOMfe_PN0nja9IeSHw483iUJg/s320/IMG_5720.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-64432000698605796662010-03-18T10:14:00.026-05:002010-04-16T11:19:28.870-05:006 AND 7 months...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017025936983538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpF0VQZRUwbOMBXOxw0-hY-Z-0xm3Kw90Dnn1qRA2muqGxCY335ldI4TRWFPWigndIGn9h37S6jpFncpx4KnlYabg1DeVfueMbzlfbaJjDPVrEb_zCe9uteBmtU99ktO-Ahwk1g/s320/photo6.jpg" border="0" />I refuse to start ANOTHER blog with an apology of how horrible of a blogger I am...just know, I'm sorry :) I also feel the need to explain that I am actually writing this on April 15th, not the date it has on this blog post. So, since it's been 2 months, I'll cover both og them in this post. you are very welcome. So, in Charleigh's 6th month of life A LOT happened. Why did NO ONE warn me that everything happens over night at this age. At about 5 1/2 months she was rolling from her back to her belly (which she still rarely did because she hates being on her tummy) but, she still had one arm stuck every time she tried it. Officially at 6 months, she got that arm free and was in "crawling" position...oh no! Now every time we put her down, she wiggles and rolls and scoots and ends up across the room :) She now has a new love for Prissy because she is her motivation to move. When she finally "gets" her... we're in trouble. She has also move up to the BIG seat in the stroller...meaning, no car seat any more :) At six months she was still toppling over a good bit when trying to sit up but, she's getting better every day. Here hair is getting a good bit longer and filling in a lot. I'm glad about that. I swear the child has been teething for 3 months now but still no teeth. One new thing she loves to do is crunches! The doctor laughed as she laid her on the table and Charleigh laid there the whole time with her head and legs lifted up....she is gonna have some serious abs! She has really started to WATCH TV now. She has favorite shows that I can tell she is interested in when they come on....Sid the Science Kid is her favorite, Super Why, and Barney are all ones she stares at when she hears them on (I promise I don't let her watch TV all the time...but if it's gonna be on in the background...it might as well be educational right?) Here daytime schedule is as follows: <div>7 or 7:30 - wake up and nurse</div><div>8:30 - solids for breakfast</div><div>9:00 - nap</div><div>11:00 wake up and nurse</div><div>12:30 - solids for lunch</div><div>1:00 - nap</div><div>2:30 - wake up</div><div>3:00 - nurse</div><div>5:00 - catnap</div><div>6:00 - solids for dinner</div><div>7:30 - nighttime bottle with Daddy</div><div>8:30 - bedtime</div><br /><div><div><div>So, first thing first...we celebrated Charleigh's half birthday in style!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997099878902162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5VFRSEvLOlzwjBdJ4rwslHOMvdeLIxY18fW34bZzMSGTKMRB9azkNbY33QS0x4lKwVZ909ZzOYCCHKiPDMCL-vZvjjMKT9PqB32_EOCVm2Hjz4DpBZYCbS05jXBVRApTClAAxg/s320/IMG_4850.JPG" border="0" />She had a huge cupcake and the dress Big Mama brought her.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997103499770866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguM9fOUVOjbnTjB7_anu_ol-0K7ytlAEuK8NphRvuG2uLRPL1J_jQS8-rpz-__2BWpe0DpeyTsJ1C-9eLq12ZlZJBY1GG8fl88fnF-qvznafgWdCjJ_XeKZhYfAEk4p1axY1izGg/s320/IMG_4862.JPG" border="0" />Her first taste of icing.</div><div></div><div>As for eating. At 5 months we introduced rice cereal, moved slowly on to oatmeal cereal and at 6 months, I started making her fruits and veggies. Which she LOVES. Everything except Bananas. I've tried over and over again and this kids does not like Bananas. I am really enjoying making her baby food...I hate to cook, but not for her. It's weird. I just want to do everything for her. It's actually fun. Anyway, as of now, she enjoys Avocado, and Apples.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86Fpr9Bu1yapudIiLHcgrKn0YRwfRkY24heaBSeBrlTkc6v74hqfqvTeqb_-zYh6jbww3fRjBXp3tJc4CKvlp0fQeIsp-_Oqad-gsRpF7D_jkRIYEmDu35LIjI6wBwZUg4XyruQ/s1600-h/IMG_4879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997708410387106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86Fpr9Bu1yapudIiLHcgrKn0YRwfRkY24heaBSeBrlTkc6v74hqfqvTeqb_-zYh6jbww3fRjBXp3tJc4CKvlp0fQeIsp-_Oqad-gsRpF7D_jkRIYEmDu35LIjI6wBwZUg4XyruQ/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" border="0" /></a> Eating Bananas.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXTDGhj7eZhRLIm4fV1yBfyXVzsQycyZoKBIpwX8hDSiagRQlMJtM-RzYMU0BhHeiaWn49ONU3oQvHaghqdaEwYxog7ZR8dFIECjzEzDWdAQYjxnBXdghyphenhyphenU9h844rGhfZMjOhig/s1600-h/IMG_4869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997109522863362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXTDGhj7eZhRLIm4fV1yBfyXVzsQycyZoKBIpwX8hDSiagRQlMJtM-RzYMU0BhHeiaWn49ONU3oQvHaghqdaEwYxog7ZR8dFIECjzEzDWdAQYjxnBXdghyphenhyphenU9h844rGhfZMjOhig/s320/IMG_4869.JPG" border="0" /></a> She loves everything else!<br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div>We started off the middle of Feburary (where I left off the last post) meeting Jared, Audrey's new man. After meeting them for ice cream, we were thoroughly impressed and our convo in the car consisted of, "So, when do you think he'll propose?" haha, well, turns out we were SO RIGHT! He did propose! Her ring is like the prettiest I have every seen! I am so excited to be part of their wedding on August 7 this year! I can't believe my little Audge is getting MARRIED! Audrey, if you're reading this, just know I am preparing my speech already...tell PJ not to worry about it :) hahahha!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026965307695602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6gekJdvhCjuBzB9W0SrpNxN4j-G-cCzOg36Mooz0nHkDPbRl_TEtq_2RaSYj43A93kEnEJ-dJceXPvpS2I2LAR4BHk_NJQ_SBSrPc1lrWqQXuFxSh8lzdAqlPx9HIlOilMRcxQ/s320/audrey+engaged.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Next we went to Camden, Alabama with our friends Ben and Ashley Nelson and their little kumquat Emorie. Justin and Ben participated in the annual Hog Stomp...yep, it's just as exciting as it sounds. She is only a week younger than Charleigh so it is fun to compare their progress so far (Emorie is already cutting teeth and Charleigh...not so much).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460461325818587570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCqBmIGrtrc56GDEhiWCM_3pKBRlk8kOp1HN2Lb0Kd25VfLy1aVXT5v0UIQTbC9u_BkIplxYxnPdzUpu9aYwEbgsF5PgtSBHrbIr44DXmyNs7O5eKu1AeZZkyfXw1wo8HpQGtgA/s320/emorie.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>To start off the month of March we had Justin's 29th birthday...woo hoo. This man is so Awesome! I cannot tell you how proud I am that he was born 29 years ago. To quote our wedding song, "When God made you, he must have been thinking about me"... just know. To celebrate this joyous occassion I made him to go the Purity Ball :) Sorry bout that hun. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026970795535378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKJvF98krlftOk25hDcMaEr8eK3ICgtZp2psNNoZGYUqrgl_JOEaXluLeLZNLFVSlHlGCWh80I6XvjlZtgAEFPCzNsuogVNNGqIH_orCs_hVXbBKHrJH-KE-jdugxpns8bYZPIw/s320/purity+ball.jpg" border="0" /> But, the ball was AMAZING. It was our first year putting it on for my high school girls' ministry (Chosen) and we even opened it up to middle schoolers. We filled every seat and will definitely need a bigger venue next year. The girls and their Daddy's were so precious. To watch the dads act completely goofy while dancing for their daughters to giggle at. And to see the sweet innocent tears streaming down both sets of faces as they kneeled at the big wooden cross and laid their white roses at the feet of Jesus...words cannot describe the blessing you get, just from seeing that. I absolutely cannot wait for next year's ball :)</div><br /><div></div><div>A few days later, I got sick....real sick. After ralphing all night I thought I would feel better in the morning, I didn't. So, Jill volunteered to come watch Charleigh while I slept it off. I cannot tell you how grateful I was for that. I couldn't even pick her up to put her on her changing table, I just weakly laid her on the floor (and laid beside her for a while). But once my calvary arrived I got to snuggle up in bed with the very few drugs I'm allowed to take while breastfeeding. And I was feeling much better by the end of the day. I was extremely weak for the next couple of days and was so glad that no one got the disease from me.....until....Jill mentioned a few days later that Kennedy was up all night barfing. Oh NO! Apparently, this virus has a 2 day dormant period before it strikes. So, it wasn't long until the whole Manny/Wilson clan got it...thanks to me :( But, my husband and child never got it...what tha heck. Well, in order to make it up to Jillian I made her some goodies (it's the only thing I know to do).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450033605374351234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvr-ISOSIYb2qrMN_QAMuWIVVHgIEPemlqc84pa3laTqfWpzIvtWIoAto4x39LiaABt1c2qitt3SmjmXIWWLTF51glJ93BD0byFnU2CxExfhPybAFQFdbCxkki5Ufo7tdPPaT2yQ/s320/IMG_4903.JPG" border="0" />(I am now selling these collapsible baskets for $35....right now I have hot pink w/lime dots, black w/lt. pink dots, and Chocolate w/aqua dots. Will and can order different prints soon)</div><div>I also made little Kennedy a appliquéd birdie onesie cause I know how her mama loves the birdies! We met them at Christian Chicken (cause that is where we ALWAYS meet) and celebrated St. Patty's day with our green lemonade :) </div><div></div><div>Here is the reversible dress I made for Charleigh to wear. I originally wanted it all green but on the other side added a little pink...we went with the pink side.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJdhXR0ActjF_Yfd56sutpJMV7Q8NnrWvNkJMeH7ajid5OddNgBUmpabv31nvwCk8RnrbGYev3XbV651cdcEGR0ElnSw14oonL0qrDzBF0NsoE_wxN8ufGKfUPmBBGbue8JOiHA/s1600-h/IMG_4892.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997721389611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJdhXR0ActjF_Yfd56sutpJMV7Q8NnrWvNkJMeH7ajid5OddNgBUmpabv31nvwCk8RnrbGYev3XbV651cdcEGR0ElnSw14oonL0qrDzBF0NsoE_wxN8ufGKfUPmBBGbue8JOiHA/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7yogEKW-9Fb1sIbKVVHfZDMrls8-nKgku2X4J-o6r6jM5y_09Fp-qMwAi-As2Woy0F3k1ggVMsnIApfYTwOgVBW-N28YsxyuKvsS8F9PFoqLlmPA2a-IBxOJ9w5ziMVM8jVFkA/s1600-h/IMG_4891.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997716335344146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7yogEKW-9Fb1sIbKVVHfZDMrls8-nKgku2X4J-o6r6jM5y_09Fp-qMwAi-As2Woy0F3k1ggVMsnIApfYTwOgVBW-N28YsxyuKvsS8F9PFoqLlmPA2a-IBxOJ9w5ziMVM8jVFkA/s320/IMG_4891.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvioR-N1NiH34QQyYS2DD_OVNJuUbJKUrgfZPHFremt9z7Q81hB4qghXbSQxC3yzGusQOB6ZcxN9gIIcirfC07D__MmidnATWRQHYRCrI0MCzSzeFcpSNqVrK-9oeIoV4xYLOKHA/s1600-h/IMG_4940.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450034090488517650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvioR-N1NiH34QQyYS2DD_OVNJuUbJKUrgfZPHFremt9z7Q81hB4qghXbSQxC3yzGusQOB6ZcxN9gIIcirfC07D__MmidnATWRQHYRCrI0MCzSzeFcpSNqVrK-9oeIoV4xYLOKHA/s320/IMG_4940.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8WIDI8hedTbWkSn4sbjRe1Xjvl1PN8l2U804dJ1Kuc0wYL8h7tP6dlm7DBFerNHeHDHXXrXDrRH6QQYmQ-xFZAaK1kMawtJ0xDrhOwJP-nHTVkr3tv8WonjBK5hobmneaKlMpg/s1600-h/IMG_4937.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450034083723178050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8WIDI8hedTbWkSn4sbjRe1Xjvl1PN8l2U804dJ1Kuc0wYL8h7tP6dlm7DBFerNHeHDHXXrXDrRH6QQYmQ-xFZAaK1kMawtJ0xDrhOwJP-nHTVkr3tv8WonjBK5hobmneaKlMpg/s320/IMG_4937.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kenndy is a trip...just know.<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ-4o6MlxUVLnqDf1TW2QbTyPRsy0Gho7oubVdgIB0yLRWd6ksTVx9l_OFLHFJGR-idUFIWF8dqgFuGpvLRsSRBut04yXXTv_YHhO25o5rBZLtC7SZ_kPumU-E9vhTFSDYWd3OQ/s1600-h/IMG_4927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450034074975180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ-4o6MlxUVLnqDf1TW2QbTyPRsy0Gho7oubVdgIB0yLRWd6ksTVx9l_OFLHFJGR-idUFIWF8dqgFuGpvLRsSRBut04yXXTv_YHhO25o5rBZLtC7SZ_kPumU-E9vhTFSDYWd3OQ/s320/IMG_4927.JPG" border="0" /></a> It was the best Green day ever now that my Charleigh is here to celebrate it with.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYOVmcHKuF35Fvihi0DRqcEfiTuFb5oLGCwpTD3Byh0HGHrLANZneqf4ITo5g-5UxjUUPUCbd6xqQjjhWoQ-k9PkmbZx03tHrVBkDr-ONMm9WvFhMV8VsnG9-Kx0eg2vtOLcLXA/s1600-h/IMG_4920.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450033635326815810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYOVmcHKuF35Fvihi0DRqcEfiTuFb5oLGCwpTD3Byh0HGHrLANZneqf4ITo5g-5UxjUUPUCbd6xqQjjhWoQ-k9PkmbZx03tHrVBkDr-ONMm9WvFhMV8VsnG9-Kx0eg2vtOLcLXA/s320/IMG_4920.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div>That week I worked my tail off to get some products ready for the big Mom2Mom sale at the fairgrounds. I realized that I am good at surrounding myself with thoughtful/selfless people in my life. Sometimes I feel guilty at how much LESS of a servant I am than they are...I'm inspired though. Thanks to Jill, Paw Paw, Jaime, Sharry, and Mom for helping me load, unload, sit, sell, take care of Charleigh...just everything. I am so very thankful for you people and strive to be more like you. With that said, I don't think I'll do this sale again. I made a small profit but, I think it wasn't worth the stress and time I (and others) put into it. But, nonetheless, I am pretty proud of the products I presented, here are a few of my favorites:</div><br /><div>The Alabama Onesie, for girls I put ruffles on the butt for $5 extra...so cute (one of my best sellers)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9pAgpobzRLnW6bt7d7ibvo0jv0GeQGsv-Fx2vuFllw39KbA9qetFu9y9wmddZne_2eoLb2aGAER93O5IhS8wJtQZSwjdeI2-Lj8gFoHnqd8M_-BwHpRWDLtIFe4YLiMZTeLM8g/s1600/IMG_4828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460444908940993906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9pAgpobzRLnW6bt7d7ibvo0jv0GeQGsv-Fx2vuFllw39KbA9qetFu9y9wmddZne_2eoLb2aGAER93O5IhS8wJtQZSwjdeI2-Lj8gFoHnqd8M_-BwHpRWDLtIFe4YLiMZTeLM8g/s320/IMG_4828.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996103004177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsMRCYAKGpVvqtLIzpEKmxWYUny9cHLGNluTeyG8efzvLgO9XXM532yHp_CwWxU4u3UiWCmvqxw6HSvw8A3eRCh0mONqG7OGVfxVbapmGCilwKsOEcSfPa_NoPu9UiTQ6D4Px7A/s320/IMG_4829.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>My new favorite thing to do and give as a gift are matching onesies and burp cloths. Here is a matching Alabama burp cloth (with a different kid's name of course).</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbyCODS4bWVCc6Yek6YhaA2Q1EYpozUqgI5M1IRGBDQx91PtDru64X4g4lsx8_Qlevm98Wl4Ji_zQOCQSd_VHOx0pblh9A1RSjQrIBRM2xs26G-nzKA60t0OEG0j_UACBuJtBkQ/s1600-h/IMG_4830.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996105005679186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbyCODS4bWVCc6Yek6YhaA2Q1EYpozUqgI5M1IRGBDQx91PtDru64X4g4lsx8_Qlevm98Wl4Ji_zQOCQSd_VHOx0pblh9A1RSjQrIBRM2xs26G-nzKA60t0OEG0j_UACBuJtBkQ/s320/IMG_4830.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another one of my best sellers: The tie onesie and matching burp cloth, here are two versions.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OkcLdoqinyipxTI2-rmCCrPaQ0L0ErHS35MjedC-7F9L89ajUv0YL93VfqBg4nRCpkgXF-woH3A9NOtaaYMUMXliHC4o1aUHPGFNnqmRUCvhF-N6mw4QBPO4yGelLJx8NfekDw/s1600-h/IMG_4845.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997090248553954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OkcLdoqinyipxTI2-rmCCrPaQ0L0ErHS35MjedC-7F9L89ajUv0YL93VfqBg4nRCpkgXF-woH3A9NOtaaYMUMXliHC4o1aUHPGFNnqmRUCvhF-N6mw4QBPO4yGelLJx8NfekDw/s320/IMG_4845.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996128478568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNOl2idOw4JwXDooXQ0bwxW-iV3Jndfav-V6p-UI8tdEbbPKsqNYsry23MVxYG4oSiIo2hc0Ztu6uchzMEWsf6daTopJsBpkBXg3wmfjJJkqskbc0Rdl3jEBoAlNabMXd2Ihyphenhyphen1w/s320/IMG_4839.JPG" border="0" />My more girly creations: The lipstick appliqué and matching zebra burp cloth<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6y_YmA0D_uk0XUZ86l6pyu8UWoT-mGnSHe3yFMyzegTPNUeQSxERpYeKL_wYSpttUuF4tcKT3Al-hMc1M1VZiY7DcHnLYGTuopjAHgynguJ31SHpuKCMGh11ou_GPJfU0_x5AvA/s1600-h/IMG_4843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997087582702866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6y_YmA0D_uk0XUZ86l6pyu8UWoT-mGnSHe3yFMyzegTPNUeQSxERpYeKL_wYSpttUuF4tcKT3Al-hMc1M1VZiY7DcHnLYGTuopjAHgynguJ31SHpuKCMGh11ou_GPJfU0_x5AvA/s320/IMG_4843.JPG" border="0" /></a> Same appliqué with different matching burp cloth:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_cCc02GRg2alcqyLsqgnyFjIPnjdkGNPtOiSaM6kF_J3a-k0nmmV2tsFeJWP2q-H-ADTRRnW_lymp_REN_RD7zV30uijfrG6Ogkgn5I8gDmmld-pSmYkbCj8Up7YuKGYDE4dhg/s1600-h/IMG_4835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996125873014722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_cCc02GRg2alcqyLsqgnyFjIPnjdkGNPtOiSaM6kF_J3a-k0nmmV2tsFeJWP2q-H-ADTRRnW_lymp_REN_RD7zV30uijfrG6Ogkgn5I8gDmmld-pSmYkbCj8Up7YuKGYDE4dhg/s320/IMG_4835.JPG" border="0" /></a> Birdie Appliqué:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DsaLSGX9p-E-3hkhOSRSqQEpdxL53o1SoCfuMde1OXbVlVjA-2_xsVeqz6i9ZHZ5_k0bc785xhVaTFkF00lYPIT0xLxmmIP1KDOHRrlSqqqh2teKNQ14Uk8SjQmMzgV5n8RCng/s1600-h/IMG_4822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449996113515270466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DsaLSGX9p-E-3hkhOSRSqQEpdxL53o1SoCfuMde1OXbVlVjA-2_xsVeqz6i9ZHZ5_k0bc785xhVaTFkF00lYPIT0xLxmmIP1KDOHRrlSqqqh2teKNQ14Uk8SjQmMzgV5n8RCng/s320/IMG_4822.JPG" border="0" /></a> I made these Auburn Onesies and burp cloths for my cousin who is having twins...one boy and one girl...how fun!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvXtyGljudFNkbDbmFzzns3YleK8X8B84RVMNUo6bQuTCEuGC1h26Xs249lNUakF3PLO7dkBFYiYzpMSX99U0cgH6KJh7gZwO4LYOq6x0d34xGdxdPl4-7ZzCQFyyDWsFRZ-FWw/s1600/IMG_4819.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443771605569074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvXtyGljudFNkbDbmFzzns3YleK8X8B84RVMNUo6bQuTCEuGC1h26Xs249lNUakF3PLO7dkBFYiYzpMSX99U0cgH6KJh7gZwO4LYOq6x0d34xGdxdPl4-7ZzCQFyyDWsFRZ-FWw/s320/IMG_4819.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Some special orders I got from the sale:</div><div><br /><div>Hot pink and zebra pillowcase dress. The O is for the girl's first name (Olivia) and her daddy wanted to add a crown because she's his princess...too sweet.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNa2eKO6NAYsWhAKRZk4D1abxw6MaQ-ZWnUJECY0PiJj8W9-PK9aBIzeuzLTS0Nn3AQQIPrg3fU8rdH33Fduz9asY4X8EUqklQTzBwzerGw-nztXzoCHi-VnSMiyvj94hAXveaw/s1600/IMG_4963.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018548755594498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNa2eKO6NAYsWhAKRZk4D1abxw6MaQ-ZWnUJECY0PiJj8W9-PK9aBIzeuzLTS0Nn3AQQIPrg3fU8rdH33Fduz9asY4X8EUqklQTzBwzerGw-nztXzoCHi-VnSMiyvj94hAXveaw/s320/IMG_4963.JPG" border="0" /></a> Texas Longhorn onesie in zebra and hot pink (the butt says "Hook 'em Horns")<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTmgY69r_GIuiJEbixHFCm3lDcMT1kct0KIcJNJ-pAd3F8qWMW6m_dseFovsZViR7wHvs0MGuKjBBCcPKIjySyMuQZGItXWGElwxGBbF5PzMmK_ijXM05Cqa8fC4vRVgK76hNbg/s1600/IMG_4959.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018548229969986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTmgY69r_GIuiJEbixHFCm3lDcMT1kct0KIcJNJ-pAd3F8qWMW6m_dseFovsZViR7wHvs0MGuKjBBCcPKIjySyMuQZGItXWGElwxGBbF5PzMmK_ijXM05Cqa8fC4vRVgK76hNbg/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" border="0" /></a> Owl Appliqué with matching hair bow.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997711479520866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j-upfmIN17DfNROHibvTlHRF0vQT1E6NyGiz3hl9aTbREuNhWdHmPFGqqwnM3Ztwm8expcALbevU2hap4X2PNOuMcCPr4vAWtD-9k_aIPpHxmXOZeaiuV99c4T1SlMca5Y1_Rw/s320/IMG_4890.JPG" border="0" />LSU onesie, I like this one because I did the rugged appliqué like you see at Abercrombie and Hollister...it turned out really cute for a little boy.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnu5ul3vzSE-6In7kQSBUvoAwseA7duW1_QYkKpZUJzLkw8z3dLjINK4y2yNaarRijljo7preMnhO1rQvox42gkqGfa0RFan35obklpGDoG3iCTdMfxztvBK7qn9O2ABHlMPigg/s1600/IMG_4956.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018541032155842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnu5ul3vzSE-6In7kQSBUvoAwseA7duW1_QYkKpZUJzLkw8z3dLjINK4y2yNaarRijljo7preMnhO1rQvox42gkqGfa0RFan35obklpGDoG3iCTdMfxztvBK7qn9O2ABHlMPigg/s320/IMG_4956.JPG" border="0" /></a>Well, like I mentioned breifly before, my Mom and Sharry came down for the weekend to help me with the sale. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017013601112914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYv6zAvpxr1h74I7g8itLK8f5pivKEDVJpZVJPDAPo6cYqWjbmuFOmqTznDF8ZSWPROBBkca6HNq8dMwBIp37MswUR_pxZfgMaG1-It5JKcfhObqXlEpXi1-9Ri8RjWftifqV5Uw/s320/photo10.jpg" border="0" />I love when I get to see them because I know that Charleigh is growing so fast and always has something new to show them. Well, it always turns out that mom shows Charleigh something new too. Here she is teaching Charleigh how to wave Bye Bye. (Sorry it's dark, we keep the lights off sometimes) For less than 6 months old, that's pretty darn good I'd say. She has gotten better at it everyday now and does it for fun when she's playing. I still don't think she knows what it means though (at 7 months).<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwbIRlIRRYoVK-pA31jOoORZ9aMajDVKrjxLYQYR7HY38k3DPG4X-kenBjyuAVD0IB87_kacJjdDmI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At Charleigh's 6 month check up we had to get more shots :( But, it is getting easier...for me that is. I know what to expect now and how to calm her down immediately. As for her percentiles: weight 75th, head 90th, height 90th. She was 17lb and 8 oz. Her little (by little I mean chunky) thighs are to die for :) That same day Charleigh and I left her appointment and set on the road for BAMA! We just went up for the night in order to suprise Aunt Jessica on her birthday. Right before we walked in, Jessica sent me a message saying, "you are the only one who hasn't called me on my birthday..." hahaha, I wrote back (while driving), "The day isn't over yet". Little did she know me and Charleigh girl were right outside the door! It was great, I think she even cried a little.</div><div>We drove back the next day in order to prepare ourselves for the crazy busy weekend we were about to have. During which we celebrated Lyla and Gavin's first birthdays!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026983697831954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijU0UjjPAoYPaOIg399SBF4mVNlFPnWEOCPFzKBxadrWGQ0eMwyM0Qy73P32EJFFefmo1J26Eom5IIe8GO-5DUclUuowAeEdv9g7HQiJ8EIMqCMfIpedCZtTp5F_EEFzdytqIzaQ/s320/lyla.jpg" border="0" />Here she is with cute little Lyla. We gave her Auburn and ladybug attire because we hear she digs both :) Charleigh had lots of fun, as you can see, and Justin and Rhett got to talk about fishing sooo...they were happy too. Next, was Gavin's party out on the Bay. I regret not getting pictures of how gorgeous it was out there.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026974210684482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KIpvz0drOsFVw1Uam_eId1_P676aFMfSkE7G4QqLGvbiGcfev0WZ6OG535jbKPRiVxH3hE9rWvifZSUYJ2DtlnD4PqfIi3dBxeKPeG8H_1F84G7W8AhRZ1T8bnGkkKSRmXXnew/s320/24012_10100191187515533_5235687_59067041_3663140_n.jpg" border="0" />Here she is with all the boys once again...I sure am glad that everyone is having girls now!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443744283582994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJj7xyPyaEIqYl-hLmcs8ZCzSoXAYSOBcqpVhJYjbFkdKaEac71Ijz5tIj04k1AzOfX0vmDNVvZi8G795syMpkoswAnjtZzEBc9Tn4x0PAMJ3NRC1bLGI-pd1WSgGBcte_iKWoQ/s320/24012_10100191186906753_5235687_59067033_5245143_n.jpg" border="0" />And here she is tickling the ivories (that she stole from Gavin). This is one of my favorite pictures of her...doesn't she just look like SUGAR!! I had to send this one to Big Mama since she the piano player of the family (oh yeah, and Jon).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, just that same day, Avery Jo Smith made her way into the world. Jo and James were great and after a hard labor, she's here, and just perfect.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460020708892686466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0nUXEGaL6Ej8agePbunXIxsI2Cp_CqEXxRo-la7Fa8SUvdS_WokCAa02hZrf3y524pL2NK1fcn-Dz-i8ti9EzMd-6j49sSS28RALLPJI5WgT52RtCW-cEW0yi-JoV8uhZ-lITA/s320/IMG_5078.JPG" border="0" />I'll write more about her later...we went there the very next weekend for EASTER!</div><br /><div></div><div>But before we get to that, we must talk about Charleigh's 6 month photo shoot with Amy Harrod. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460037378883965090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiUm4J8HPO32CRfNPB2Ok9uq64o7ih1Zuw3oQxsFldJJ_EWXrYt3hPk7Iw66GYbvMJVn-sCmeoKKZihVnl3AGpI0AiipXsqNmFvLmH5E5VRfMafQW0C6_6xkv6gq9cgk1D5NHTQ/s320/IMG_8555.jpg" border="0" />I posted most of them on facebook, but here are a few to wet your whistle. They turned out sooo fun. And I had fun making ALL the outfits Charleigh wore!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460037390150085810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WE8U-e5zs_BnMT8QkPBLM9X0YViRwFqeXdfjWbsfRoIXyuUW8gLUyPMn4fKWeXlI7ZGEpqk5MYGQBodih9Q3bbuZayN18sqXXn7JukY-sCbzg-pB97P5uz-Sq9p8AXCBYJF3GA/s320/IMG_8584.jpg" border="0" />Here she is in her Easter dress. I really wanted her to have little white gloves but, no one sells them that small, and I tried to make them...not a good idea.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460038576548838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGtBvPBqB1n0tVhCKli_PNz3A3Lz81rcLD7z5Zah-U5xa4VukmchS8HlVd9DZ0v7ITanwGQ3svmH9tLgckg22w6QVZU73UIgbgphEuSf1TML7e_MmrWgljp31I1pAs4jpMoJvDbw/s320/IMG_8689.jpg" border="0" />Here's the all-white portion of our photo shoot. I'd like to do this again on the beach sometime (Melinda Hardy, can you hear me?)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460038569519052722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3bQqIr8wDJ1TCdZILrx9pbHg0sg-5yO4nNzjvN5AisM8zOwwZXpfkDmbUV84JnCD-3wUr8tlSfuVTF9aqtVbJsMMylNG4-HG0i2Y3f97EFkh-BuXmK-l3k-ea64L2ub3ObBKvQ/s320/IMG_8664.jpg" border="0" />I love this picture because #1 - I didn't know she was taking pictures at the moment, and #2 - I feel like it conveys just a little bit of how much I adore this child....I do...a lot....just know.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460038566785917202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6aSDngPadLS-1qJ15vg5uxfjD5lGdE_lwCUPfVk9YP5w1d_5HFZXSmt3KNaPSRZyVxMP-789D4omQRQVOdToFBvDf5xEY2VaLMZHIX-okb1iHpmCc86kltt5L0IEQn71-hF3fQ/s320/IMG_8641.jpg" border="0" />And I mean, come on! How cute is she with her Daddy?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460750215580252370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFbXRGgHTL5B46CrFrpmpxsAg17bUuh8gbFYzvNpfymZ1I48CnXohXSTh5VQB_7d-u0RGX54XpHh_jg_Y4g_arRxH0t-ykhIJBbS8CTp6CHfUHnQY7pddN_TCqiyLE_ezVvaTdQ/s320/IMG_8527.jpg" border="0" />This is my favorite family shot we got. We love her!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460026990333681106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQEdqvKBm_f271MsXewXzJ592z-MftV0fPts7lsiPG-PZUYkmjye5GNzh4UFqRnumY9zwdOAcJ-xQcvR_N0jZrV89mOfNi_TiDmpXmv8BzszgCkBmFdAo71I-XNwp-qZq69ESEQ/s320/IMG_8504.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Miss Personality!<br /><br />Whew! Do you all have picture overload yet? Well, just wait.<br /><br />Daddy has started playing church softball again. Charleigh and I enjoy watching him but this night it was WAY too cold so we sat in the car (slash, road to JoAnn).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017031989679122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA7z4L3uLpAR4Xo70Is9v4rBho6xVl9VszlhU5dxr36px1KImJs2slTXQPtZF2e-lN1aO4W-wJKoxCMkSUkPrhBwAQmkOxOyq2kqH6zXUtz9wCwguUytDqlv87d1Zq84c3NAp0A/s320/photo4.jpg" border="0" /><br />Okay, I'll stop here to show a few more crafts I've been working on.<br />Here's a hair bow holder that I thought turned out GREAT. So cute, and it matched the little girl's room perfectly.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443761447265362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLJLHBmYZrWrwn9peCqbtoSiUwESHgwetJVlb_NUKMfPV48BYAM_2N0mNhcz1JGOmwFakVPeJI-5MVRpCbPH9bLAk5th92lszdsRSYsjbXse1D2dpiklgHX2K6KhtNflAuhSorA/s320/IMG_4810.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443756739627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8FnZdnf_HEl_ei_ZyYvzkYD64hsxpBS_msORvs2COKFSzCqLl7m31KtX1n-KTZvqsG-wU-jb37ax9ks2nt9pBZlkxyhdw9n7hLUbaeEmt7-fnjYz76gE8VAFa3zJRzsZ3KNBrrg/s320/IMG_4812.JPG" border="0" />Another thing I am starting to really like making are my Custom Hospital Gowns: (Joanna's and Whitney's were BIG hits at the hospital)<br /><p>Here's one I made for my friend Kristen who is about to give birth any day now.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460019615067785602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zXSxlUkW0zY_9TbRfkXqFKg3XLiqcp6Wy6UMKuGQNuUShWqz7rXm7m6XLIx0K_3qk3NPs1aB-dWYJgGFvs71O8xeVy4xkcx5kgPo7O0-xUT_6jPa_FikxWqVKAGNv0ym1Mtg0Q/s320/IMG_4991.JPG" border="0" /></p><div>And here's one I made for a customer. It is one of the favorites I've done, the aqua was so bright and cute in person.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032744837478418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ChUXR6qVIXdvHtYRzUZ6yUhstS08CFXFrFXW2arVhW7nyaQnyNy3ajgaZ8bAvKBpnagjAWTlHZXwNDk-vKYJe5BxVGjOr_B6pwgqoooUXTqTlOEkceemlVI6g62HTPPDc4UXWA/s320/IMG_5652.JPG" border="0" />And here is the Auburn version of the tutu and matching onesie. I've made a lot of Alabama stuff lately so I had to show off some Auburn pride.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460443747437481938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXeD_L0k0OQ5HTVUxeVDIUSZXMTtJNZfXaKcN2SY25GpzpCe3pL9tRoqNCiZYrFPum7jEHxFK_s_aDjVq9yxTj3vOR02EjgsbYq5VtrucZyhWdB6SuNAgdDZCj-F_XkuGZH7n3Hg/s320/IMG_4801.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>I've had a few dogbed orders lately. I forgot to upload pictures of the others :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_BJ9eJ-8LeE-oHvgClUmlr2vQtEAgOVt5_YcizggnVAvVJgYwaW9brUv_d3cxttSM7NkpfNQrujHkRuwYRO3qtyQD2_mHpv7PKytDoezgW0HZsuwBNad_ZdJSPNfRbv8BUGzJQ/s1600-h/IMG_4910.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450033627050485202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_BJ9eJ-8LeE-oHvgClUmlr2vQtEAgOVt5_YcizggnVAvVJgYwaW9brUv_d3cxttSM7NkpfNQrujHkRuwYRO3qtyQD2_mHpv7PKytDoezgW0HZsuwBNad_ZdJSPNfRbv8BUGzJQ/s320/IMG_4910.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some cute Appliqué:<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Fkg3c26omj0soQsQjBERNDhlW1T-uPEPt-yiVfIWXblJ506nYM214Dgsu7uB9F-dRhhO3DPsZ7zNXvl3xApYRM39sRBt1nJMZgyBkeApt0yB4nfeTjFbIQw33WdzycDkLq3f6A/s1600-h/IMG_4915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450033614296856706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Fkg3c26omj0soQsQjBERNDhlW1T-uPEPt-yiVfIWXblJ506nYM214Dgsu7uB9F-dRhhO3DPsZ7zNXvl3xApYRM39sRBt1nJMZgyBkeApt0yB4nfeTjFbIQw33WdzycDkLq3f6A/s320/IMG_4915.JPG" border="0" /></a> A retro dress I made for Charleigh, complete with ruffle butt bloomers.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDh_4cCgMao8ML1zU9Qeizi8B_zQ5HS1t1U1p0iOjq_-ButPuJSscRy7SuzHVEkj-YDO74oZSQD-iMwJjJ_8cgyAmJXMIcH97PMrhVjTUpAgvf3KN9LcEwr90yd2TgMCMP4zpQg/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997728702587970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDh_4cCgMao8ML1zU9Qeizi8B_zQ5HS1t1U1p0iOjq_-ButPuJSscRy7SuzHVEkj-YDO74oZSQD-iMwJjJ_8cgyAmJXMIcH97PMrhVjTUpAgvf3KN9LcEwr90yd2TgMCMP4zpQg/s320/IMG_4900.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Alright so, the next weekend (actuall Thursday) we headed to Jax to spend Easter with the Smith's and meet baby Avery!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017944449394706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatO6qBbqZZobWRnBLMZBMltRYD4bpxYTj3L29CN2ZJenDRhy3YHEbZCtlhWOdFNlRRVSrZ1AUmToHLUKjbEHko7YYtDfhXe61rJBJfHcloUghK0pKUPk89vltilF-fRtzwRBtdA/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><div></div><div>We arrived a little after midnight and went straight to bed, obviously. And the next morning we woke up to Jon, Angie, Jack, and Big Mama. It was then that the love affair started...Charleigh LOVES Jackson! She has gotten to where she can tell the difference in kids and adults and MUCH prefers the kids! So, Jackson got most of her attention that weekend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieR_S7YPKEsc2PJFfOmuwPLRnt9ObPSwwCuxExwTZucHY9OTva8CEWFn-DkmOZ71j81PfraT6gcPyjEjRnuhDLPLOpeUwTYr44wZXRTjWnocxhPOx5BFubLavFWV-qwO6iAIEotw/s1600/29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022749866927874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieR_S7YPKEsc2PJFfOmuwPLRnt9ObPSwwCuxExwTZucHY9OTva8CEWFn-DkmOZ71j81PfraT6gcPyjEjRnuhDLPLOpeUwTYr44wZXRTjWnocxhPOx5BFubLavFWV-qwO6iAIEotw/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were so glad to meet sweet Avery and Charleigh even got to hold her :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460020728246302610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdslJrj6kaokdJ8NXCF0zaeEL4xZWiGFNo18IDic2BwinASXURdRSAFW3DjMilDSKMr53BR1phBvEz0NbsU_ZeorRirw__Ts2fxfVc4mmAmMGPc7yxfxj9sLgnd4DNAe4D61iaQ/s320/IMG_5108.JPG" border="0" />Some great pics we got while we were there:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3fpzFyEhczf9uBV7AwKGAC-SRnBikAIMpYSg5PV0ERlMFdUhdPRVjaB5Uc0mivu90Cbu4Kn85xw1UhsGnrJRXgHts08-i5om9jZjShNPAW8bC2bn8feOR2KIcBps2YZjAKvlwQ/s1600/rabbit+ears.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022744256083730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3fpzFyEhczf9uBV7AwKGAC-SRnBikAIMpYSg5PV0ERlMFdUhdPRVjaB5Uc0mivu90Cbu4Kn85xw1UhsGnrJRXgHts08-i5om9jZjShNPAW8bC2bn8feOR2KIcBps2YZjAKvlwQ/s320/rabbit+ears.jpg" border="0" /></a> You KNOW we had to do a pettiskirt photo shoot! I brought Charleigh's newborn skirt and her new hot pink one and Wa La! (they both wore pearls)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021807046018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmGhoWsegRsejDPRLx817QCUwC1tqBHPqjNGJLkiYt9RqikM9FSdKhvgTKwEWVIByX9JaDkH5H4UGxT7SnVeZZVLLPc5TrRwZh39edib6RQlKvQKAtWEmM6FdLlkL63fBqmEf3w/s320/IMG_5130.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021797847951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheoDw3sdnsXJZ1O6-NLRDr7X8NgyyItFuIaxz577aCZDoH5tLEopzXHdmHgE_obwml6DyRvQG9B-qs1CuePBlPxC3Ek-V4dTvX3QaJNuQlrQr_kD083f2i0Fp6pBA1iKsQOY4o0g/s320/IMG_5122.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>It's amazing how much their little butts grow in just 6 short months!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OlCx2pWlKLjfTkhhLvCLcdyFEggwwkHOSyKbC7bmVaZHdeKMdotaCr73cu9tYyB3P-pdFIn3a9m-Et3Y8wGIY7q8-mWPEDVCNKD70I0Wr2pWSeBh5n-rvuR1d4xH59-dZ7gFiQ/s1600/IMG_5134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021812291141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OlCx2pWlKLjfTkhhLvCLcdyFEggwwkHOSyKbC7bmVaZHdeKMdotaCr73cu9tYyB3P-pdFIn3a9m-Et3Y8wGIY7q8-mWPEDVCNKD70I0Wr2pWSeBh5n-rvuR1d4xH59-dZ7gFiQ/s320/IMG_5134.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>We dressed all the kids in their matching outfits that Big Mama bought for them and had yet another photo shoot.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460020725796934066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fbmyr2YYYt3kvqABdklwmWv_5WuuADgYsUmTXmw1JJ2i-U5FKv94JoGAHzszKFcT09KFKIq5Gx547WngpUZWPFi0IA2vsv6xrVafdUI7tp2TrxZrsUcrK3mk2vmpwKQU47-dHQ/s320/IMG_5093.JPG" border="0" />That day Charleigh got to enjoy her first trip to the ZOO! She went with her Daddy, Uncle Jon, Jackson and Big Mama (the rest of us girls and james stayed at home with baby Avery and ran errands). The Jacksonville Zoo is pretty impressive I hear:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460019619075737698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOya2t7hbEvlEs7dzHjHo_8G6_jjKD8b9r5sMwZcwrAG6GYXg7jMYlk8IzyNUugkV9GuwudAyeGxYSiUzXktlTAzeQXuKgNK3pIu-Z1VM84tv22KvdYzUU887mhzLn0Gnrj1Qgsg/s320/IMG_5024.JPG" border="0" />I love this picture:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSox5pALtADsX023bRoleYaF8Cj5PC2DOZbqJ5jwspPSr3Ym6sYPKIxuOfFbk-3fdYzTJheBc01-QqMKmbwETtDla6IuX2xb1ODCIs4737ZHeKOnfS0HuOJ2ppj6K8G0l23AXeFw/s1600/IMG_5071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460019641187441602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSox5pALtADsX023bRoleYaF8Cj5PC2DOZbqJ5jwspPSr3Ym6sYPKIxuOfFbk-3fdYzTJheBc01-QqMKmbwETtDla6IuX2xb1ODCIs4737ZHeKOnfS0HuOJ2ppj6K8G0l23AXeFw/s320/IMG_5071.JPG" border="0" /></a> Leave it to my husband to try to re-create the Lion King scene while singing "The Circle of Life". I'm sure it was touching...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460019634381283842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsnkhQ8KKjp1WQZ_pv5vWOMusNHgCG5SQbPLr5bzA1mKFftWCZRivmwdUKskvoOJUTeFBDtSaB4F2B-B18dJa_ANxaUT67QNb8pBiqPjOMKgp9Su65G5SAQzgbFXQRm6lzkSZGg/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460019629966568082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsvhSs9nXVXI4ZSzd8K9qKMNaFlKUy5ABo2mlgeWuKdtGG6ajK9x3hUfuQYYfEptOjcjY4RNS5fQ3AuhUjeM9ypF_fxLdKOAG9AlL7heUdSZLS94clc8XrNND6kjUipbPB0bAeQ/s320/IMG_5035.JPG" border="0" />She was tuckered out after the excitement, but Daddy did so good, she didn't have a smidge of sunburn when they got home! Good boy!</div><div></div><div>Since Jon, Angie and Jackson had to leave on Saturday (instead of Easter Sunday) we wrote the Easter bunny a letter and asked him to come a day early. He agreed so we dyed eggs the night before. Check out Charleigh's first time dying Easter Eggs, with the help of her Daddy:<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460020702857349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3IpP6LqePj0wWzNGKXge_btICbWNpihppgzfWRLgZ_WcyPBOOJ1o6uWDuZCRrAcC4FlfCh2KC095R10PX9uacJtbWf193H5oYrZE3cJix4DOFmypTpFTFgy0WaF4DI_M1Jt4z2A/s320/IMG_5073.JPG" border="0" />We made a pink one, with her name on it ;)</div><div>We also made our tradtional Easter Bunny cake:</div><div></div><div>Then the next morning....<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460020716059357074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46LO9V8UTIfwr-_m6iCRHUJuoDFpZBbvH3SCHONRkS1sApOlF1vsWMYqM_4L4vXdkYzBtrQ8rWtMEgvOS34aPY4tk6J7M4BOjBXesy-cNpceDrWzVVcxNOlGR3T7qSgRFsWZK8Q/s320/IMG_5086.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><div>The Easter Bunny came!! Charleigh and Avery both got a little Leapfrog puppy named Violet. It is Charleigh's favorite toy by FAR! You program it with your computer to learn her name, favorite food, favorite color and animal, and even SONGS! She smiles every time it says, "Char-leigh".</div><div></div><div>The next morning we got all dress up in our Easter clothes and headed off to First Baptist Jacksonville. Jo, James and Avery stayed home as she was not even a week old...duh. So it was just us and Big Mama.</div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021813138384242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzfi5JRxcjpMTceZ-zKieZs0uaBFH8bFxvNRSxY4IsDUVTXaVBHTK-AgFzq1V6q3kd0YiOOmo-flmcbUxutq3MiUBMSYouDXh-ZIictsW1rX6czyK_vnQblDgNeQ62g6ezvjTOQ/s320/IMG_5152.JPG" border="0" />When we came home we had yet another photo shoot to capture the memories.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017965096315538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rsiJ2B8LD3hzZKKNEzsbVtMi5XrcI85d8OUsIGBJ1CGaRnZgYJGYGECtAfOz94OcIqc-bUeb4vCrK2VsIYHDR2NS9fw_JSPG0CNlkFO0yijy8OvzHgUQj_IO7uV_yWTAG-ztDg/s320/70.jpg" border="0" />This was when we were setting everything up, it seriously cracks me up...both of their faces.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017976252683730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyFcHzkZdZGQfvO1HnfFZ_eGMfac2zui8jgtfm0EV2JMQRmDb3di1PcZxOCZKjFSaUYwL-iD_6E7Nzrylaggsj-3y7mPykBodXItK3T0nCUufYHsAYE-YBPcyvSwD-5CY6zuUHQ/s320/74.jpg" border="0" />We wanted them to participate in their first Easter Egg hunt so we piled all the eggs up on a blanket, strategically placed their baskets beside them, added their bunny ears and what do you know...they found ALL the eggs! hahhaha<br /><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460018528745286242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PGlJ65oubs_5Hqkp5FGs5pJynlGrjb77Y3JYxoZryaJAuAOkHDXRYE5DZa-LCrrzsAOhtZg81iLUNmbsx9aFeddLOLuXwjpf6HK9vDRgTe7PweuMMOwLVS0guoIbw9E1P45Dtg/s320/77.jpg" border="0" />Then Charleigh stole Avery's ears and ate them.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017956756139682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfu7g4wvPpSII4kSRzxr1VMc1WT1k0G2QzgarrK7QTsRKe6zJsnXeCvMuGofPdiKWkDgLYbQdzw2PsxiXNGCfI7wqjixkwQqXYDtlB90igfD-LpUUiuLBM9JJ7r8jakXvP4WCsQ/s320/64.jpg" border="0" />Our first Easter as a family of 3!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017953778134322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ck9TSVmd5OajsQyjwcsk_YkzvABCq2bILuBeRT9o7CUaHDNJaOEUat-P7pkNfN5uixdm8y9SZjjr5dnnFYBdzF6QY03-iNsjET32Pn1463Hbbp1XdgEcmOAGfVG1kDq22R_O5Q/s320/60.jpg" border="0" />Everyone on Easter Sunday.</div><div></div><div>It was sad saying good bye to sweet Avery but...Justin did have to work the next day. So, we headed home. But right when we pulled in, we took off down the street because while we were gone....Isabella Corinne Lloyd was born! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021824050806914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXF-TUtCmfTsRYaJpdWJJoP9fDc9UkA8PBUCL8Zm3eV1Fbs6dngsCfYHCZoPlmXOe_iQWq3KNZ4sjhiWlT07HaolsT0TwBiYrbCMtMd-M2wXqyGe_j2Ys34IZjynv_prYD78J_g/s320/IMG_5638.JPG" border="0" />I could not believe my ears with Whitney told me she did the whole thing with NO DRUGS...but, she was lucky enough to have a quick labor and delivery sooo...you go girl! Bella is just precious. Charleigh is not allowed to close as she tries to grab her, sorry Bella.<br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>The next weekend we headed back up to Bama for Sharry's suprise party. (Are you starting to realize tht we are NEVER home on the weekends?) We had fun cheering on my nephews at their ball games on Saturday and totally GOT Sharry with her suprise party!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460039387543529746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90fSIRukGiMamlclAu6B3WkzLXSnt4A-D_dlyTV_PymYfcNli74vIMkWruMbkkSJWwUS5Gxn_vWJJ0oG6If19xL5g-eovM97dO-AzMTCoMuTEd1OXnO7WryN0hJytJPOz0d3J4g/s320/IMG_5688.JPG" border="0" />Charleigh dressed up for the occassion.</div><div>We came home Sunday and on Tuesday, Jessica drove down to visit for a couple days. We headed straight to the beach of course!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460039394713521586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbgTcOY_sQk1hyD9j3PDCVNCXs1uNVzB8ESHtfcE6PjDbpNk8XBy2_aUccoVo6dm6ScBqKvDMecArVyo1QLftoNwEhnBlVduFgkYoDryFS3SfsRjpxdC-KY-s3_jS5Uu6KzTGVQ/s320/0413001105.jpg" border="0" />charleigh is so cute in her new bikini that the Easter bunny brought her, not mommy!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuyeOgpD9bCYhT0XMo3hS3CuM7Cqx2hM2g_uVk4rHna_t5TXR-SjGCfatDZqj1BOioedARvcSZ8H1Tm3tbPMFPtketUOcf5V9kWasI5seQfMCi9IFnR-MM9HlNcZnyZDZvEYGJw/s1600/0413001221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460039398632164754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGuyeOgpD9bCYhT0XMo3hS3CuM7Cqx2hM2g_uVk4rHna_t5TXR-SjGCfatDZqj1BOioedARvcSZ8H1Tm3tbPMFPtketUOcf5V9kWasI5seQfMCi9IFnR-MM9HlNcZnyZDZvEYGJw/s320/0413001221.jpg" border="0" /></a> She has been to the beach before. When she was one month old. But she basically slept through the whole experience so this time was SO much fun. She LOVES the beach. She wouldn't even lay down in her tent during nap time...she wanted to be in the sand!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dziH_KfwTJ1cxJiQIbKhGkRmvEAzZUYGtXACVuH7AP9-u3_qa8BG5o4p8qd_fuWDeBUYb-GiMAmWCk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And even though the water was FREEZING, she seemed to love it too ;)<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6WKZLA5HsE8hf63XTJQqvraQyI486MJu0A16mduv2l_nUC5Hjm0bfJGYKLuttpeAojc2eKUwa-HI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Too bad mommy or Aunt Jessica weren't in any pictures...haha.</div><div></div><div>Now that she is 7 months, some things have changed...between the 6 and 7 month mark, she started liking Bananas! Yay! At 7 months her food includes, Avocados, Apples, Bananas, Sweet Potatoes, Green Beans (which she doesn't love), Peaches, Squash, Pears, and Carrots. She sits up by herself now, although she does sometimes get excited and throw herself backwards bonking her head :) She actually likes flipping over to her tummy because she knows that is her most mobile position. She can roll and wiggle across the room, and turn herself in circles but no crawling yet! She doesn"t get her tummy off the ground. She is starting a small bit of separation anxiety, it's weird though. She doesn't care if I leave her with someone else. It's only when I leave her ALONE, like when we are home together and I walk out of the room. I'm sure it will escalate before it gets better.... As for teeth...she is showing ALL of the signs that one is about to erupt but, no teeth still! I read that it's genetic and my mom just told me that I didn't get my first tooth until I was 12 months! I guess she may take after Mommy?? I weighed her at her 7 month mark and she was 17 lbs and 11 ounces....so her weight gain is definitely slowing down these days, I wonder why? I'm in the process of chaning up her schedule a bit this month. I am gonna try to cut out her late afternoon catnap and just put her to bed earlier (at 8:00). </div><div></div><div>So, I think that is all. But, here are some fun pictures I had to share:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017021098231506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6n4v_YHgTpjEB6x6GAr94o3qJMCcX-qeyoGG0I9FIfa2RRxiDo-Vt4_0FZifx_yqyewAU-pzhFzAfy0wxIb8jrLXnH_-BhXgrNZiZ2oN7dW2IePaA4OrpbYX8GnhLK1koDu44ig/s320/photo7.jpg" border="0" />sitting wedged between Daddy and the couch...such a cute face.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460017010015923778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTp71e7R0iPpAKoCpnvFXNOgMco1Adk84d_fk6z1DwpvXPSD9icypjaAO4ItMU8LAq0uqenGK7V9-SZ1Vn_H1dmpwVggWP8YUjx0aVFLXuuxYzmmWFEx_s6P5YjLE9G2rfJ7tlA/s320/photo12.jpg" border="0" />Smiling in her springtime outfit.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-6284952335750678652010-02-06T21:31:00.012-06:002010-02-23T11:12:29.996-06:005 monthsWell, a month later...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450313001977010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pH3_f6Bw1rlOvsDzzVp9Qhq2tUMAn4kPSnxPC_J_L6sh8zob6ysRbr293EK7TS0wuheqkLjX91WSx5x6qgG4PadFmLBz3jfqQbHgiMK5fmJqNNsmsh_W_gE9Eu_uZ-F0WH0FQw/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435341954070320530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPpU2uXS0m5AiDosAUyrp40U3DqYY_RQY-RnD4bRmE2lCFRsLkWl2V3cpkB9z7WS5bndiRsrdp7QbeM2Oku4IUWcMCvzzyMdIGc-uBkyXTa_vvOzoJ0h79GpvC-2PHKTs7uc-yA/s320/IMG_4704.JPG" border="0" />Since my last post a lot of things have changed on the Charleigh front. She is growing up and learning so fast that it actually scares me. I look at her newborn pictures now and get very sad because it is extremely obvious that she is NOT that little any more and never will be. Those are days we will never get back. Just memories now, but it all went so fast that it is hard to remember...ahhhh, it only reminds me to cherish the moment she is in right now, because it too will be gone soon. We got a few of our newborn pictures from our photographer this week (Rae Leytham). Here are the ones we have for now, I may post more later :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyExoQs4HgzqevTLFrf6JvSHi2qtkDur8U2GMSWkcWn9pR8TGREF9GQqqyvosTo78Nl1cnXHVuNuFdIOJGluM5fwa2-jcKWo8o13uzrSwh1RtLNMp7jfP8kXvnXRscOr2Y0n-Lg/s1600-h/Charleigh+NB+41+BW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450814878123858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyExoQs4HgzqevTLFrf6JvSHi2qtkDur8U2GMSWkcWn9pR8TGREF9GQqqyvosTo78Nl1cnXHVuNuFdIOJGluM5fwa2-jcKWo8o13uzrSwh1RtLNMp7jfP8kXvnXRscOr2Y0n-Lg/s320/Charleigh+NB+41+BW.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlB2VCdatZHk_DIGwAt5O0yi_BzQQdR9zhTKY74cRwmbQt6Lkz9_E-cO-KDTuGoWfgfrJq6aeFGPDW2zwWS5_zoO5qOY0tiXgK1ya8aXNiBAOymDcOU9ylIu3PNJTtkX0rYVRyQ/s1600-h/Charleigh+NB+39a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450810599843314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlB2VCdatZHk_DIGwAt5O0yi_BzQQdR9zhTKY74cRwmbQt6Lkz9_E-cO-KDTuGoWfgfrJq6aeFGPDW2zwWS5_zoO5qOY0tiXgK1ya8aXNiBAOymDcOU9ylIu3PNJTtkX0rYVRyQ/s320/Charleigh+NB+39a.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOr4ApNUfZyfpjboBFscdV99pt16unsAE3Jt_SVyBON0_0PKpBZqi4QiFhB-VD6ImTL-WabUcLyqqkHNKbV5LGhujm2SnpAtxDbCeY2zxnaf7s5_th0IjRZ7kqKXI0avaeEqGe8Q/s1600-h/Charleigh+NB+14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450808652885938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOr4ApNUfZyfpjboBFscdV99pt16unsAE3Jt_SVyBON0_0PKpBZqi4QiFhB-VD6ImTL-WabUcLyqqkHNKbV5LGhujm2SnpAtxDbCeY2zxnaf7s5_th0IjRZ7kqKXI0avaeEqGe8Q/s320/Charleigh+NB+14.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsASpCK4OAnVcrU3yxFIiXCeQDjfGXsLA-8YEhIkCJNJDiPPA36t_A6SBbcfAiwRjQY12bNtZ0I3ZN30SqkV0kII0fHHaYy4VrYOB_1dGE6Xk4hxh_S1TaHYkQLmlhiozDqqPF3A/s1600-h/Charleigh+NB+10+BW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450804339650322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsASpCK4OAnVcrU3yxFIiXCeQDjfGXsLA-8YEhIkCJNJDiPPA36t_A6SBbcfAiwRjQY12bNtZ0I3ZN30SqkV0kII0fHHaYy4VrYOB_1dGE6Xk4hxh_S1TaHYkQLmlhiozDqqPF3A/s320/Charleigh+NB+10+BW.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh62NXAGXnuHT9Gc1ynh1GeCeU-BW7eRRn08QCv95AMCG0IlsfmDjjGsrwgJC7tJP0WI3Zp7UqfSqUC3HW6PRlG1Jjp-QDlfXKcVHiD1HPy1WE3-hl8urrRzoi4-iKGsA32UD-byw/s1600-h/Charleigh+NB+05+BW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450333731538322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh62NXAGXnuHT9Gc1ynh1GeCeU-BW7eRRn08QCv95AMCG0IlsfmDjjGsrwgJC7tJP0WI3Zp7UqfSqUC3HW6PRlG1Jjp-QDlfXKcVHiD1HPy1WE3-hl8urrRzoi4-iKGsA32UD-byw/s320/Charleigh+NB+05+BW.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMh6rrjEpHAZZDfTKeJwys6bog-NvOsghwCCogBxJ4-kMTb_Nl4rr2vXWlKcrTkPjNyuKz20IAw4Ahx8v2GUlbUF5_1WPCWJMRa5o6ny6dV0sZwm2LwaPl-89rTZXBJwbvRXZLFA/s1600-h/Charleigh+NB+01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450327504082754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMh6rrjEpHAZZDfTKeJwys6bog-NvOsghwCCogBxJ4-kMTb_Nl4rr2vXWlKcrTkPjNyuKz20IAw4Ahx8v2GUlbUF5_1WPCWJMRa5o6ny6dV0sZwm2LwaPl-89rTZXBJwbvRXZLFA/s320/Charleigh+NB+01.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>She definitely takes up the WHOLE changing table now :(</div><br /><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwoQ9i9v18XnIDBlvq9I8A1q9nsezev-QJqFeQ5d1TDd2gKxZZAXXmXTMfqey90_9i3y7DOoDFHP1o' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>Well, she is growing up so I will embrace it and tell you about all the cool new things she is doing. So, she just recently started "sucking" her thumb. She doesn't really suck it though, just chews on it (for teething purposes I'm sure). She is eating so much that I was certain at 4 months that I was running out of milk. When I would try to pump at night, I would only get a few ounces, when I had been getting 6 or 7! Turns out, she was just eating that much more all of a sudden. She has been showing signs of readiness for cereal but her stubborn mommy really wanted to wait until she hit the 6 month mark to start that ordeal. Our pediatrician said she was at a good weight to start cereal and that we should start looking out for the "warning signs". She showed all of them: She started watching us intently as we ate every bite of our meals, she stopped having the thruch reflex when I would put something in her mouth, and she was eating over 32 ounces in a day. So, when she hit 5 months....we decided to try rice cereal! Here she is the first day. </div><br /><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGNvl9yuyyMy1VcrtGof6M_SfqKL2B7ZVK0ZlqaB5goP4JOqfPuznfcSl4hfAjxlfNn2AEX0ZDKVU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>By the second day she was cracking up at each bite, and now, a week later, she says "Ah" and opens her mouth wide for me to put the spoon in! she didn't poop for 2.5 days after starting her cereal but I'm proud to say, she is back to a normal pooping regimen now. She is also doing really cute things now like, trying to pick the pictures off of fabrics...she doesn't realize that they are stuck. poor baby. She has also started playing with her bottle at her 8pm feeding, that is the only time of day she gets a bottle. She used to gulp it down and now, she piddles and gets distracted with it. She acts like she isn't that hungry anymore, but a few minutes later she gulps it down...crazy girl.</div><br /><br /><div>Another milestone she hit accidentally at about 4.5 months...she said mama! Well, I was in her face one day saying MA-MA...over and over like I do every day :) and I said, "Charleigh say, Ma-Ma". Right afte which she said, "Ma.....Ma". It was totally an accident and she was suprised by my outburst of screaming laughter afterwards but, it was my moment I tell ya! It has been a month and she has yet to say it again :) I'll just keep brainwashing her for now. She has also learned that she can actually bounce in her exersaucer. Up until now she just sat in it and played with the toys, now, she gets her little legs going and bounces a bit, it's cute! She still has a long way to go until she gets to the bouncing capabilities of Lucas! She has become quite the talk-a-holic. She just sits there and jabbers away to herself. The ladies in the church nursery are constantly telling me stories of how, 'No, she didn't take her nap this morning because she was too busy talking to everyone who came in"...she has a little of her daddy in her I'd say. Okay, and she started doing this really weird thing on her changing table (started at about 4.5 months), BACKBENDS! She pushes her little heels into the table and balances herself on her head. It actually helps me change her diaper, as she lifts up her butt so, I'm not complaining. And she laughs while she is doing it. So, I guess I won't worry but, it's just weird and I haven't seen any other babies do it.</div><br /><br /><div>Well, the last thing I posted about a month ago was her 4 month checkup so, I'll start from there. The next day my sweet babies Caroline and Kathryn came to visit us and meet Charleigh for the first time. These are two college girls that I mentored way back when they were in 7th grade! They will always be my first little babies that I loved like a mother. We chatted it up and I made sure to get the dish on their current lives...they're gonna be okay! haha. One reward to working with the youth is that one day you get to talk to them as an "adult" and realize that, they're okay. I just worry about all of them so much, you know, like, you can't control what any of your "children" do, so you just worry. I love them ;)</div><br /><br /><div>The month of January has been sad for me, a little. January is the last month of hunting season and also the month that Justin's company does their inventory so...needless to say, we missed Daddy a lot this month. I know he has cut his hunting down a lot from the days of old but, I HATE when he is gone even one day. I think I must be extra needy, oh well, since I am writing this in Feburary...he's back! yay!</div><br /><br /><div>Also happening this month, we celebrated Prissy's 5th birthday! I cannot believe it. We actually forgot it was her birthday until that night...so I gave her like 5 treats to make up for it. She had no idea what she did to get all those treats! haha We also threw Joanna and Nuggette (no they STILL have not picked out a name) a baby shower. I made her a basket full of sewn and monogrammed goodies (which is hard to do with NO NAME) but I forgot to take pictures of all of this. Well, one thing I did make her was her own hospital gown :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435340796334455906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBVp4WPbmSwrsbyn2-J48EkiaMIWKTuNgoLB_u4m6UkCHNThK6L9bmKN_0-fN7T9BC5PjMmTS5uphEMq4PcTKpMO4cdskekqCpK5nuW_r3c36ndL9iuL5B88BrpQL3h4XF9q1Uw/s320/hospital+gown+green.jpg" border="0" />She is not as over-the-top with the pink and sparkly as me so I made her a more "sophisticated" gown. It turned out sooo cute. It's a green on green damask print with green binding to match and a chocolate brown ribbon. This picture was taken with her phone so may not be the best quality ;) Just know, it was CUTE! And we celebrated our 5 year anniversary! Woo hoo! Best 5 years of my entire life, and I mean that with all my heart. I have many epiphanies a day realizing that I am very lucky, that God hand-built this man for me, and that I am so thankful that he dances with me in the kitchen :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435341961912620146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3uwCCM8R8MZyy2q7OQSjp1W1NKfzv0hyphenhyphendFrAZ1KbMgeInb-hHa_-xXajc3MJdBkerKCy8LiD-Tkx3AVUlwlDWmV5QmykW2yyL6BQOGYGT1qchQhyLJs_aFTa3b4hgTnqtt2cHg/s320/IMG_4716.JPG" border="0" />We decided to re-live our first date and go to Tokyo! Not the nicest place ever but, I've learned that sentimenal is better than "nice". We were looking forward to making out in Jill's parents garage too but, decided that would just be weird (haha). Don't worry, it wasn't the same kind of "making out" that folks do today...just a little VERTICAL kissing! (I felt the need to explain that in case some of you pictured a dusted spot on the top of Dennis's car). Anyway, I feel I have divuldged too much information...The next morning we headed out to Stillwater Spa for a couples massage. Justin schedules these things solely for me I know. I LOVE going to the spa and sipping their flavored hot teas and nibbling their dried fruits, wearing their robes and flip flops...I just love the experience. I make Justin sit in the "realaxation room" for such a long time when he is just ready to go...haha, but he does it and he giggles (and makes fun of me) because he knows how much I love it. This was our first time at Stillwater spa and they had couples' changing and shower rooms...Justin was impressed by that :)</div><br /><br /><div>Okay, so in case you weren't uncomfortable yet, I'll change the subject. Also at the end of january Charleigh and I made a trip up to Bama, my little sister Jessica was having her gallbladder removed. Everything went well and she gave birth to a 2 ounce gallstone...yay! I'm knitting him a toboggan. just know.</div><br /><br /><div>So, at the beginning of feburary I had the pleasure of MCing the Miss PHS pageant. It was fun to see all my students again and some fellow teachers. The pageant was GREAT and we ran out of seats for all the guests! It was a fun night but I was REALLY ready to get home to my Charleigh girl :)</div><br /><br /><div>Later that week we threw Whitney and baby Isabella a baby shower too! We had it at the church and had such a great turn-out!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450817439930834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOKM8d-RlCpXlfTzP4aXn9wIqEurPtCE6Ht1PIa9rEjJ5zywTLvFyBnU70fqfx_COZKWpaQ2X-B49v_oVPDFXdBsrcPHc1WQsZkRPxWfwrkbrn5HwiaZl8k5ojGb70vBlymZ6vw/s320/opening.JPG" border="0" />I also made her a basket of goodies. This onesie and burp cloth are my favorites:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435343189213182194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnRaJebIsZ5aJTYPa6jQMNzT_KqJyHchtJdWA-U-_TjoVuf8wewNOn9fPrAXIGk-Ri7JM2M7GY8KDpIEFRpoK4NPd_LA1-93HKnlIJeZNHmY5oBsgkyPwli64gcIOOXYlQIM3-Q/s320/IMG_4739.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I also made her a hospital gown out of the fabric below so that she could match baby Isabella's burp cloth in the hospital :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441487425826870866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6HXT3u2-gdc1F_tQwcf6bKs_LC3WaVAbx9xa_UCxg7NDsv4fGhd4Yr22RPKbCUoLCIewTQbbD6ZAo12wsZEtWAdkBR7vYcWZGB3Ma64T-2EiuTCvqcPRNs6qjtRlAwe27ddPtA/s320/DSC_3229.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58r-hwbaXwvRk3dG4aTekj-6pnS33HjsgikARB46rpjb4YP9VqlDgRe0FuaY-S6i_4A01BckrB65Syd37xLuWpczNT2oEfH482hgZnn2OrOkw9OKOB_l0yq-0ByBsVDCgQWgbDA/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435343193494741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58r-hwbaXwvRk3dG4aTekj-6pnS33HjsgikARB46rpjb4YP9VqlDgRe0FuaY-S6i_4A01BckrB65Syd37xLuWpczNT2oEfH482hgZnn2OrOkw9OKOB_l0yq-0ByBsVDCgQWgbDA/s320/IMG_4742.JPG" border="0" /></a> That night we raced to Ben and Sam's house for a big bash they were throwing to celebrate Ben finishing school and getting a promotion! Everyone was so proud of him and even gave him sweet little tearful speeches...so cute! Justin joined in the fun by starting "He's a Jolly Good Fellow" like 20 times. As soon as the room would get quiet, he's start it again.<br /></div><br /><div>Speaking of parties, we've been animals lately. We had a superbowl party at our house on Sunday (which squeezed one MILLION people into our house!) and that Friday we all met back up again at Jaime and Adams for some Rockband, Trivial Pursuit, dinner and discussion. I LOVE our SS parties (which consists of tons of folks who don't even go to our SS class...haha, that's the way we like it!)</div><br /><br /><div>Oh, Valentines Day has also been celebrated since I last updated (I'm posting this on Feburary 22nd even though the date up top says the 6th...I started writing on the 6th). We tried to keep V-Day low key this year, since we just celebrated our anniversary AND we are on a major budget!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiam16LdsGZMR9Uqi1OyU2fWrwYTXExrhk2mmY3Lm6s8HqnIQXXGi38VT3cPHJnYSjJlu0PZcVI0NdTma5kN2qfvEua9dwBopDWvIOkgjWo8J5L2ITuYm67Fecf0lagvOCQhk3_lQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441480504552514530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiam16LdsGZMR9Uqi1OyU2fWrwYTXExrhk2mmY3Lm6s8HqnIQXXGi38VT3cPHJnYSjJlu0PZcVI0NdTma5kN2qfvEua9dwBopDWvIOkgjWo8J5L2ITuYm67Fecf0lagvOCQhk3_lQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /></a>We had heart shaped pancakes that morning, we all wore our red to church that morning (Charleigh in her v-day dress I made her).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441474975581973138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBjfBj_HeEODhYqwNtN9xpjDSiKkqZbfD8u8SMCuhVgeSwveboqOo6y60kIM2xm5FEiz9aYsg8OGNINKqgZ4CzvlHV8aNO7jyqQfc1SZDXBI28CpjxgFa_ZZMrVsrlCtO_Anh9g/s320/18668_10100164086715753_5235687_58178478_6348933_n.jpg" border="0" />Funny story. I told Justin, "Hey babe, Charleigh and I are wearing black and red this morning for valentines day. Why don't you match us too?" So he went to get dressed and came out with khakis and a blue pullover..."Did you not want to match us today? We're wearing red for Valentine's Day" To which he replied, "Uh, I made sure the little horseman on my pullover was red..." hahahaha....at least he tried. He went back and put on a red shirt after that. I helped Charleigh make her daddy a V-day card.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJm9Aac7oVFxVRDRK9E0s1p53awoDsxZKEOop8rr-bsnrSSJrYyDmwIVFqnVKBJDzThi6glAeDnVaMwNLXiEV-hm75HimS7ikIN-CzQX6kGGqIMet1dYSlF0iHr1hs3cvrSOOPg/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441480515072039698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJm9Aac7oVFxVRDRK9E0s1p53awoDsxZKEOop8rr-bsnrSSJrYyDmwIVFqnVKBJDzThi6glAeDnVaMwNLXiEV-hm75HimS7ikIN-CzQX6kGGqIMet1dYSlF0iHr1hs3cvrSOOPg/s320/photo3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUsN87K8G51kTcfH8YkNiulWKeyG832XNYnlCb8WGvEnuGUh7WtP1nlak9wyIev7e-8jTJ1E6nujn1MsL_9_k2fZ4Gee3daNXTFxXH8JnrVbPG7ZYPUl92W9UPAEmBdkFX8V7AQ/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441480509246915666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUsN87K8G51kTcfH8YkNiulWKeyG832XNYnlCb8WGvEnuGUh7WtP1nlak9wyIev7e-8jTJ1E6nujn1MsL_9_k2fZ4Gee3daNXTFxXH8JnrVbPG7ZYPUl92W9UPAEmBdkFX8V7AQ/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><div>That's her actual traced hand (hard to get from a 5 month old), and while I was gone that day, Justin had Prissy make me a card...it was hilarious because he tried to draw her paw print on there and use the hot glue gun...totally worth it!</div><br /><br /><div>The next day a bunch of us mommy's and babies were supposed to have a play date at Solutia park but, it started raining and one of the babes had a fever so, we cancelled it :( Instead Charleigh and I met Kennedy and Jill for chik-fil-a and Target. I bring my camera with me always, but NEVER get any pictures...aghhh! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This week we got to meet Audrey's boyfriend Jarred! they are so cute and I can tell they adore each other. They are SOOO getting married! One day of course!<br /><br />Now onto some CRAFTS I've been doing. I've worked on several dresses and bows for little Charleigh (I basically make her a bow every day, I'm obsessed). But, I do not want to upload all those pictures so, here's what I already have uploaded:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441451691278066002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrZcRy9mJLLxaJLY4Yb3ZWSmeCNjjKml-bGfXTOgIiRbqFRwyXdvlp4TvaCErkWlZQZpluBh8M6n6WLR6aL7jgcpkyJ8GACQHY0Oq35EE2rSLGUPxVLs2wXbdi-x9GE2x2ZC3Zg/s320/IMG_4762.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441451693627622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0GC7yVzSOz42VmoUl9GaoNwatRf3GkTFlWe24z95XRZvBor3s1Bm2oNfcDccVuhG00REl0gbXrbo-CShzI7ZgcaF5voBZzRVMJgUPKo6olulYf6jBgYPa2pFVbbW3lXzkN1gcg/s320/IMG_4770.JPG" border="0" />I stinkin' LOVE appliquéd shirts and onesies!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441451682783175906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImg9Bus4P0i7WDrMe-wj0zoQ2WJ546GzpCga8W3RnJNIdzHRDTXbh5g1M9g24aCybDYGIRNT2hucACoVYDVI02xlVr5naOxF7on1tARgrpio2Jeb6i5GGetvyzQcTb7vqj6QTpw/s320/IMG_4772.JPG" border="0" />I'm also loving to coordinate burp cloths with the appliquéd onesies.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435343187891354370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBWU2defRnamMdm3DMpjeV8wropQrtLuTGFiAAnvGcV3aXxdA0r_b25YPbZVSQCh6hToNy5F_HuptzF3A_xIx5trKXdDohKzmFcb4I_DWXHRpRsA_L3rpxph1pRa7ELNuUeAXVw/s320/IMG_4733.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here are the pettiskirt and tutu I made for Rae Leytham's little girl. I cannot wait to see them on her (get to it Rae, I hear you are pretty good at the picture taking thing...)</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC717mhjOBBHi-7tRvRemEMSNKvHh7ShUG1Jbd-XK2z_SrJKq480iPWzsc603o_17jYbxi3xfKScJ7Sl4WXweGTx66ccJgACEzvBu5JyGCGv_vUk0-r_T_8KnRJJ4ZLeanxI08ZA/s1600-h/IMG_4676.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435340821635338450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC717mhjOBBHi-7tRvRemEMSNKvHh7ShUG1Jbd-XK2z_SrJKq480iPWzsc603o_17jYbxi3xfKScJ7Sl4WXweGTx66ccJgACEzvBu5JyGCGv_vUk0-r_T_8KnRJJ4ZLeanxI08ZA/s320/IMG_4676.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435340806952565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNc3WFgvNfOCLFLKiGBgW1cPG6hg4JkM6J509BPDLwBD9_34K5fo4Jctvmrq34nGu7i9xZ0mETANgktJpRdCHlwcFQ9K-BmOm0fHUyj3raSZOblQ2_NF5Thx5yWtAid8mBY2FQGg/s320/IMG_4670.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>So, some cool things God has done for us this last month...So, as I mentioned above, we are on a major budget! We are doing very good because my husband is a heck of a salesman, but, there are some months that the ecomony just keeps people from buying from him. So, those months are the major budget months. One of those was January (I guess after Christmas no one can buy anything) so as I am paying all our bills and working out our budget, I realized that we WILL NOT have enough to pay our tithe or 10%. Now, this is just not an option, we HAVE to tithe. How dare we keep that money for ourselves, God gave us what we have and all he asks is to give back 10%, we get to keep 90% so what do we have to complain about right?? Well, we decided that it was just not an option, we prayed for God to come through in a big way and we dropped our offering in the plate. That Sunday Paster Ted said from the pulpit, "Is there anything in your life that you are trusting God for? Anything that, if he doesn't come through, then your're sunk?" I thought to myself, "Oh yeah, if he doesn't come through for our bills this month...we're sunk!" The next day, THE NEXT DAY I tell ya...we recieved an overpayment check for the EXACT amount! He provided, we weren't sunk! I don't know why this always suprises me, that he keeps his promises, that he WANTS to give us good things. After that, we had more good news. We own one credit card. It is only used for Justin to put his business expenses on and then his company pays him back every month. So, by using this card and paying it off every month, we have been earning World points...who knew? So, the credit card company calls and tells us that we have over 62,000 world points and should use them. I start looking up what this means and it turns out that 50,000 points translates into $500...sweet! In the bible Jesus quotes the scripture, "You should not put the Lord, your God, to the test". But, there is one topic that God says he wishes we WOULD test him on, it's finances! He says give and I will give to you immeasurably more...he says, 'Test me in this!' Well, we tested this month and wow, he wasn't lying :)<br /><br />So, speaking of finances, we are back on the house building kick. We had put it on the backburner for the last month because some changes were happening and we didn't want to throw moving in with that. But now, we THINK someone may be interested in our house :) and that means, we'd need a new one. So, depending on if we sell ours, we may be moving soon. We are soooo still gonna be in Pace, just a little nicer place I hope. It is actually a great financial move for us since we have sooo much equity in our house that we are in now, it would actually put some money in our pocket to upgrade...is that not so strange.<br /></div><br /><div>Well, I know I will take forever to update again so, here is what the Tyner clan will be up to this coming month:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This weekend we are headed off to the woods with The Nelson's (Ben, Ashley and baby Emorie).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435342145918366418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgirStak4t15j6pe6uzX9atM_eYwX0DIW2nxnSG6KwlM7pLvpdiups5zBblpDThoHG1M_ZEPD9SwobhxwD9BGwRBzvXAjJg7pWS8gnziUl2KKIocY6U0z75UtefQz4tZKy_EpnOrg/s320/IMG_4721.JPG" border="0" />Justin took some hunting-inspired pictures. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435342149968396210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzgDcrb5OUOIOvB8C2-ByC_vlKwyUXfhtZpprBDM51MGIVFX89uuA45DfWdfkgf-ChhUyTWwZuRuelQ2trGn3iX_ZXvGwZ7Ts4Zgyd7MdkgqtaEmMy2_FGAkiDQ6n5Q6sEwX2cg/s320/IMG_4723.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435341964752940210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0WxmzD003FetO74SaAHF5LtnqGSa7mQXp33jDdSksi86h0qvGmEZ4Rt36THL-ex0urrH1r3dRKbwxWZbnq3fOtW2L0axQj_9ED_IXiUuFvWgvGlGAfhl97pkUmuuzmkA3uy73g/s320/IMG_4719.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>She loves to play with her feet.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then we have Justin's birthday and the Purity Ball (Girls' Ministry Father/Daughter Ball). I am so excited about all the hard work we've but into this ball, it is going to be awesome! I am also entering The Prissy Pink Polka Dot in the Mom2Mom sale at the Pensacola Fairgrounds (Mar 9-13th)...so come see me! We will be visiting fam in Bama mid-march and then Baby Nuggette, and Baby Isabella will be here at the end of the month! Busy month to come!</div><br /><div></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>My two girls:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435340825047378322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYTeVoaXwStzcPHFjx1v345rFwBlN7oHbxDoryzYCKBTblOPvcPTIVCHd7CNuCXnsjwslG4rReWpGTw3zCLEj2s8J3KOBn4HMikpuzSWmTnGERnCiqwwmwc2Ojpsam4cDItpqpg/s320/IMG_4682.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Alright, so when my family left last month after Charleigh's dedication. I found this post it note in our office:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435340814621845906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-n-RUh7gh8-67zDHij8JbyfMHtEKromdcanUvHuniS9QzI5SNSx2GmtcacXqR0mxvawT1_1CkM0QnjxXy9EeYs_l0gdUHc5M2gITyg-pEHvJ547C6OaIBtQ0ZFP8bRhZbdYkBg/s320/IMG_4673.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div>hahahhhaha, I think one of my nephews wrote it! They always wrestle with Justin, he beats them (because he doesn't know that he is supposed to let them win), they get mad at him (and write notes like this), and then they wrestle again. It's a vicious cycle.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-76179542291770901552010-01-01T20:53:00.013-06:002010-01-21T18:04:39.789-06:00The last month!<div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425568231745423346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdj4YtGRPrGur0rielUmTrdfxrQdGPyDqSygx168H6jlHSwgUe8_tikjRYijh7__B_LahaY23dgcSvhXZ5_ps0-7sXhvXZIAnep9iWa_Zj1U3e0ze8w5TpBDNFnDUUsX1I3uXLkg/s320/IMG_4494.JPG" border="0" />Holy Cow! I feel overwhelmed just thinking about all the information I am about to lay on you blog readers out there (kind of like Charleigh in this picture)....last month in a nutshell...<br /><br /><div>I'll pick up where I left off. Charleigh turned three months on December 14th. She is hitting all her milestones perfectly and I continue to be amazed at how she just knows things and all the stuff she is "supposed" to do...like, I didn't teach her to roll over, she just did, and...I didn't show her how to hold onto things but she does (especially my hair these days...haha, and Prissy's tongue once). She is kicking up a storm now, and grabbing for her feet. She stares at them intently until her body falls forward and she almost gets them in her mouth. Fun to watch. My favorite is when she grabs the bottom of her little dresses, which she always does. It looks like she is doing a little curtsey. I love that. She also has become much more interested in Prissy, whom she used to ignore or get annoyed with. Now she watches her. Justin said she is learning how to stalk her prey..and will some day be a hunter like him...I'm hoping not. She also is on more of a regular napping schedule now, and boy I like schedules. One BAD development...she is SO teething already. I tried to live in denial at first but everyone has pointed it out. She drools like do other, rubs her gums with her hands, and chews on her pacy instead of sucking it. She also....BITES while nursing!!! AHHH, Luckily she has no teeth and I plan to put an end to that ASAP. So, anyway, that was all happening over the last month. She is still developing more things daily...I'll write about more of her newest developments later.</div><div> </div><div>So, what has the Tyner family been up to lately you ask? Well, I'd be glad to tell you:</div><br /><div>First came the Fuller Christmas Reunion back in Bama. (the weekend before Christmas) I wrote about this in my last post...this was the weekend we got her ears pierced and she met Santa.</div><br /><div>So, I'll pick up from there. That week a LOT of friends from out of town came in town...so we had a girls' brunch to be able to see each other before we all ran frantically in our separate directions. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429311399101628962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPVeTuTUMMHyEdWaJKy-a3ge9imiqX8BYOeF6QpdfQJ4JrfTdZMOXRn01It3cY4COLiOK7paxEKcwM2JXCh5Lx17Y7mIkzn5MYc0MIC8O248ZGl9_-0D8oH98gqQlfibwAMWljA/s320/brunch.jpg" border="0" />Charleigh got to meet all these girls for the first time! She acted fine but the brunch was right in the middle of one of her naptimes...so she wasn't her usual bubbly self. Oh well, so life goes with babies! I miss our college times with these girls but, we will always stay as connected as possible :)</div><br /><div>That night was the Christmas Eve service at our church, which I love. I get chill bumps when they turn out all the lights and thousands of people hold candles...just something about that gets me every time. And I tear up when all the little kiddies take offering up and lay it in the manger. Unfortunately, Justin was sick that night so Charleigh and I headed out without him. But we met up with Big Mama, Jo and James. Big Mama made Charleigh's outfit in this picture, too cute :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972978256283858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbKakbtdCNtMlLkR2IGC8F4FLy5wbNBiVbHJcOWyvYtxTCcWSvGVsF_cmONVlcpS4c9zF2tLDL0PfLbTgxRk476F40YiRBj4r0zoTbPSJEvXmkpRwhdAwOUNzY2EfiLc601JeLA/s320/IMG_4594.JPG" border="0" />So, we headed home on that rainy night and were so glad to get back to our sick Daddy. Justin and I wasted no time putting her to bed and filling each other's stockings. It was SOOO fun to fill Charleigh's stocking this year. I literally could not have shoved one more thing inside of it. Here is a video of her waking up for her first Christmas! We literally had to wake her up an hour earlier than usual so that is why she is a bit out of it.<br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dykag285UMhbIQ5Zq2r8u6MiYodhwWmMukwY0JRIXtA4mwabeFNO-Mdru2BHlhiZ5m-RarLxw-XYVY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972982845642898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRhJ8B7YXrShJW_ERgNcYO_0GnqPaBamVYrMycy5DHdB1G08CEoxmS7aPuq3i3MevtRsghvI4AUhI-gSo-IMNaj8O3m4atUEUDIu9v_A-SCwSyvtL6D3EzjlRwJCtR23kakTxRA/s320/IMG_4595.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972993323616770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eWQv0C0xN04zOW5n_jZUatJLQOA5uplwHvyjyVKmRW3_DSzw-udLCu0pVMFyLrpxhiS2zrmFxksccUM29kX8tbl8wLH3uo1aqmysJpGQDu6gjbg-KPArwu_0nde7nWHOOXssoQ/s320/IMG_4597.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwO_IlNbla9_J13tuwurMvIN4Do5vbcEKNAWh2X7Mv_D-g1IyZDUo0dG9ntjdi5PYHpaeyE0dlNshWPYLUQsHwsBMRkqE3txBlnU9nOsqSyZX0DDdKi1TT-Xal-hxpqwJCsXWJA/s1600-h/IMG_4601.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972997061997538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwO_IlNbla9_J13tuwurMvIN4Do5vbcEKNAWh2X7Mv_D-g1IyZDUo0dG9ntjdi5PYHpaeyE0dlNshWPYLUQsHwsBMRkqE3txBlnU9nOsqSyZX0DDdKi1TT-Xal-hxpqwJCsXWJA/s320/IMG_4601.JPG" border="0" /></a>Here we are doing our family tradition that Jus and I have done every Christmas since we've been married. Underwear hats! We always put underwear in each other's stockings and then have to wear them on your head while you open your presents...our kids will hate us one day, but for now...<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425569596020913602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIW6cIN8btgYp2PLf0ZdlOabkGOGFvhMjHb7hABWXPnCrUeykkC1denZo0OQ81otfIcn2p1KnfQsbUAyGYkq1PkZwdVpWaEaWWKl_hsxJ_d6CtW80SamYSP-h961dOrV3ruhk5nw/s320/IMG_4619.JPG" border="0" />(Charleigh looks somewhat like a KKK member, oops)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425569591255117698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJM01cDyP847fR7Rh62J9T4vW_pAUqxYaMKmiSdM2pO5aBiJb30k_uscQ1kXw9EvmAwEfyYVZmypvr8w0DkOUkK_qj5v8jFt6lUOfwPBKokrt-lFXc9omx6x_HjBdAi4jNSAa7w/s320/IMG_4616.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>And here is the hoodie I made for Jus...I digitized his hunting club logo and appliquéd it on a hoodie with Mossy Oak camo fabric. He loved it!</div><br /><div>Another tradition on Christmas morning is to pack up our things and head to Bama. Our goal is to get there in time for the family breakfast around 10am. I'm afraid this is going to get EXTREMELY hard to do the bigger our family grows :( But this year, we made it!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425569602923833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_6dF9Ff8kCg5aPvdKSMoprroDFlWefS1ESh11vU9uwvO68TzsQ__-ie5i1CRrbCXMMQxFSb6a_DFvSoIYzgI_GATxo_g5vaC-uWbLfpaosk64nCDk_JWZgHSsfIc09WeKz-lvQ/s320/IMG_4624.JPG" border="0" />I let Charleigh wear her pajamas all day because it's Christmas, and you should be able to wear your PJs all day if you want to!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425569604530778850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWb3ui8NanVQPK177_RfsUYpggIGoMYUxFBXRG_e8TQGmRSFp5nH-OHhPDOqs6l1ryzbhaYx8T4wM-0sS_S_zaIPut_de7y_Hf0RzJg30t6exQabpWJTR-17mqzE9rHcFoGz2Gg/s320/IMG_4625.JPG" border="0" />Here is the hoodie I made for my mom and my sister. They loved thier's too. I am so glad because I worked hard on those :) That day we participated in another Shirley family tradition which is MOVIES on Christmas! We took all the bazillion kids with us so we opted for Alvin and the Chipmunks. It was Charleigh's first cinema experience and she sat in my lap and actually watched the movie! She even let out a laugh every once in a while. Too cute!</div><br /><div>So, if that week couldn't have been any busier...we rushed home the next day to do Christmas with Paw Paw and Granmama.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425569611144529906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8qkdWJRnmZ-iq7aZcF0AMEhPtexSyFwdWyOwlxAzr5wuoS6ajQB3oc9RvKVAwPm77PkLYer69nPbBU_j8XmxP038RpYT172hJ9a0yG2oYXhNKAy7lTOoeW-aHmx0jJ4iGw7-uQ/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" border="0" />They got her this cool exersaucer. She is too short for it so I put a box underneath and it seems to work just fine! She stares at that frog on there and now (closer to 4 months) has started yelling at it. I don't know what Mr. Froggie did, but she is NOT happy with him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA04bW_7VFw49SKjG2NHJWODOLNWd4-yOkh3BJylxztANPMiHIMzunyfqsUciTHi1i2ep2yFZQy4nzCUXsWGvCv2Ti40Z2AS1VG9ZAebFEVO8RehPpCudiqAyjZqgZJ71hD8Yixw/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970821386961282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA04bW_7VFw49SKjG2NHJWODOLNWd4-yOkh3BJylxztANPMiHIMzunyfqsUciTHi1i2ep2yFZQy4nzCUXsWGvCv2Ti40Z2AS1VG9ZAebFEVO8RehPpCudiqAyjZqgZJ71hD8Yixw/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" /></a> We got to see Jo and James (and Nuggette...no they have not picked a name and I am mad about it frankly).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970815557191106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWvaNHL1x4KMWPOVb9aSAwULne3W-Z7NRj4MQNZUZIBKyQQ2Ghwstea_WCdN4d4OvB8Aeao873_qx6PuRiwANdlJcRl2BGb08f1vTsEsWi-29nYS8X4ESWMVou9IIJaM2kFwkWw/s320/19375_1208916950710_1462306144_30607069_3376161_n.jpg" border="0" />And Bubba, Angie, and Jackson!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425568219585870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOhRBwdnN9oAYT_2fCoBpwhbKijlpd0whH2jual4s_8cgPwwK35rJKWUe8wx02Vcxa1G09HT5cY0MY4XkpqdCPuVEchIFFqGnt-HNF3P5Jp5UKasbKDDoimbaTlopIlHadeKYjA/s320/DSC_0356.jpg" border="0" />She felt very loved it seems...</div><div> </div><div>Here we are about to open her presents.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAHWd45mm8bRFfO5RMwARLMigh9WVy5SFzH8NjZShHRmSALOMi7a-XfBB3PTD8XgSWq1gUnF5DVJLFeqnOpVVLl-LpEhsltKRVQAWXqynvbtbreukNOf50jeCJyW29f_sOpzipw/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970815845485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAHWd45mm8bRFfO5RMwARLMigh9WVy5SFzH8NjZShHRmSALOMi7a-XfBB3PTD8XgSWq1gUnF5DVJLFeqnOpVVLl-LpEhsltKRVQAWXqynvbtbreukNOf50jeCJyW29f_sOpzipw/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" /></a> And with Paw Paw...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970808837765122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOh9FvUB751tr1YRyZKzklY4WUHURkFGNJO4VYN_XM6Kx2vWFLRDvnJ8gzTbNQtYD0_oPUH4mCLick0RZ6JsWwDw5RoP0WNj60R7-j7hLiGMD1vBdd09B_d0JFlWELoi78waV2Pw/s320/19375_1208917310719_1462306144_30607078_1172442_n.jpg" border="0" />And sleeping with Granmama...<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970804428311298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiGKYc6qnTwCniqhtzlo-GPeI8ZdMaHWE7gEwgKaJJLws1oi_bOqfUCpnOU1tvcAtdlrFQfgpFLNxm8kFbADgcQkRLXKDX0Z-MM3SYJo6CvKK4fCgVHmNjTIuiOgG5unRWlNapQ/s320/19375_1208917390721_1462306144_30607080_3355174_n.jpg" border="0" />That night we headed over to Big Mama's house to celebrate some more!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425568208622563058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZ3pJzYZKaXB8YHqE0H8kHjSsDQbnp5OiP2TXa9ElSBTkSoitC7PXxiwb_XLZSNjADBRt62KvRnOUQ71UzThxiACrxu9yOrekNd2zy1UgeOaNpoQdfkLD5a05q13JtdpB_x63Eg/s320/DSC_0202.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425568226960033490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSl7fmE2WkkMCkJ4ATUKh0gqM3KYA48Rk_qF3gwcPEPCC_yWPmleH00poHGkxun7AIXfY2T6_adxaHHHcUpNKsZVQ2B86g7ASmMFl1jp1AMaRaomTIshUrseAJEXNTyHZA7NS42g/s320/DSC_0363.jpg" border="0" />We had fun opening all our presents...especially Charleigh's (the toy Justin is playing with is Charleigh's in case you were confused).<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972973873045346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcpMJbOBSLwrwo0x_4uVG5i25jSt_d3Zf7ergFh6w3Rm5jqrTqKKI9knjap_zDLwG_6hiFHBfX_8vQRs3EJP9dBEqEyXYA7yWumhxKB-3xghuJ1ZhLMOuWxl31sFWJ1gvTppO4w/s320/Christmas+(3+months).JPG" border="0" />And these are the matching PJs Big Mama made us for Christmas...we wore them that night.</div><div>So, all in all, this Christmas was the best one yet :)</div><br /><div>On to New Year's Eve. Oh my, I could (and probably should) write a whole post on this topic. But...</div><div>New Year's Eve we had the whole crew over to our house for a rock band show down. We haven't played in forever so it was fun to dust off the old drums and get down with some new faces who have now joined our group (by group, I am mostly talking about couples from our SS class or from the "baby club") We ended up ringing in the new year by playing Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit...boys against girls of course. And for once, we let the boys win...We all got our new year kisses and went to BED! </div><br /><div>I took the next day to reflect on the year past. We started off last year with a hard hit...the news of our 3rd miscarriage (Biscuit). We were just crushed and so glad to get that year behind us. Little did we know that we were already pregnant with my sweet Charleigh angel. It would be a couple more weeks until we would find out :) I remember thinking that this year was going to be different for us. I dug back in my blog to last year and here is what I wrote:<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://thetyners.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-portion.html">A double portion.</a><br />Isaiah 61:7 (New International Version)7 Instead of their shame, my people will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs.</div><br /><div>As we reflect on all that God has done in our lives over the past year, we look forward to an even greater level of the promises of God in the year to come! Isaiah 61:7 promises that instead of shame and trouble, God will double the inheritance of His people and they'll be filled with everlasting joy. This is God's promise to me: double for your trouble! A "double portion" of God's goodness, a "double portion" of His favor and wisdom on my life. That is our prayer for 2009. It's time for me to trust God for the destiny that the enemy has tried so hard to convince me was impossible. It's time to believe God for the unimaginable. It's time to move beyond my past. I've been hurt, it's time to forgive. I've been discouraged, it's time to put on a garment of praise and experience the joy of the Lord. I've been worried and afraid, it's time to have faith like never before in the provision and purposes of God. It's time to live with confidence that God wants to give me a blessed and prosperous future in every area of my life! The power of God's promises and His love for me is so much stronger than the pain of my past. We know this in our hearts. God wants us to use our troubles as a springboard into our future. Our troubles are what God often uses to take us to a new, higher level of living. This is what is so great about our God. He takes any trouble we have and says, "I will give you double the inheritance for your trouble." Twice the joy, twice the fulfillment, twice the impact . . . twice the life!" We're believing for twice the life. We're asking God to open twice as many doors this year for hope to find its home in twice as many places. With all of the challenges in the world today, what we have done in the past won't be able to take us to where God is calling us to go in the future. We need God to multiply us — He's the source of every blessing, every gift and every hope for tomorrow. As we were getting ready for church last Sunday morning (just a few days after we found out that we lost our third baby) Justin was getting ready and singing "God is Good, All the Time". I just stopped what I was doing (in the other room) and sat there and listened. It was very sweet. Sweet for my soul. He is good...all the time. Throughout the last week, I've asked Justin to sing that song periodically...songs mean a lot to me, they are so full of expression and emotion. I cling to songs when I'm happy and when I'm sad. To hear this song come from the ONE person on this earth that I KNOW is going through the same emotions and hurts that I am...was so very sweet. </div><div> </div><div>God is good </div><div>all the time</div><div>He put a song of praise</div><div>in this heart of mine</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><div>Through the darkest night,</div><div>His light will shine</div><div>God is good,</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><br /><div>If you're walking</div><div>through the valley</div><div>And there are shadows all around</div><div>Do not fear,</div><div>He will guide you</div><div>He will keep you safe and sound</div><div>'Cause He's promised</div><div>to never leave you</div><div>Nor forsake you</div><div>and His Word is true</div><br /><div>God is good</div><div>all the time </div><div>He put a song of praise</div><div>in this heart of mine</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><div>Through the darkest night,</div><div>His light will shine</div><div>God is good,</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><br /><div>We were sinners </div><div>-so unworthy</div><div>Still for us He chose to die</div><div>Filled us with His</div><div>Holy Spirit</div><div>Now we can stand and testify</div><div>That His love is everlasting</div><div>And His mercies </div><div>-they will never end</div><br /><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><div>He put a song of praise</div><div>in this heart of mine</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><div>Through the darkest night,</div><div>His light will shine</div><div>God is good,</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><br /><div>Though I may not understand</div><div>all the plans you have for me</div><div>my life is in your hands</div><div>and through the eyes of faith I can clearly see...</div><br /><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><div>He put a song of praise</div><div>in this heart of mine</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time</div><div>Through the darkest night,</div><div>His light will shine</div><div>God is good,</div><div>God is good</div><div>all the time<br /></div><br /><div>Okay, so, going back and reading that post was sobbering to me. It brought back all those emotions like it was yesterday. When I read it, I ran to Charleigh's room (while she is sleeping) and had to look at her precious face. Oh how Good he has been to us THIS year! I am interested to reach this point next year and see how far God has taken me from this point now. He is so fun, how he works and all. And from that heartache, this my friends, is how I spent my new year's day this year:</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw-clet44S3reU0YlN7LTqn36KVv7MzUxBwCWq7kg1iBLicJJqko_uGqGtlfCXs6o6QN4vnamP4Cjo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Praise the Lord!</div><br /><div>Whew, that afternoon we went to eat our black eyed peas at lunch with Big Mama. And just a few days later we got this video of Charleigh laughing at ME:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkt_aglRgdblfAiK5b4fDNTT3Wk4pM6Rewtr9pa1uTfykcu2-ygSLOBi18iJMC1z33PTP6G50IIvI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>She is such a giggle box and I LOVE it!</div><br /><div>And after we rang in the new year we had to get started living life as usual. My Girls' Ministry (Chosen) started back up. And we are returning to our roots. We are going back to the Song of Solomon to study purity and the dating relationship. Such a great topic for these younguns...so far, our room has been PACKED out every Monday night. These girls give me joy.</div><br /><div>Another big event, my husband was voted to become at deacon at our church. We were beyond shocked when he was picked because that church is HUGE and he's so young. But he was very honored to accept the position and has used it to motivate him to grow even more spiritually so he can live up to the title. He's so cute. My mom and dad came in town to watch the ordination that Sunday night. We planned to get some pictures afterwards (I even coordinated our outfits) but, the pastor invited everyone to greet us after the shindig was over and marms and pops had to hit the road before we could snap any pictures :( Boo. I am SOOO proud of the man I married though. Just know that.</div><br /><div>While mom and dad where here Charleigh showed off her favorite thing to do...SQUEAL! Check out the video of her Squealling with Granny on my facebook (I didn't want to upload ANOTHER video on this one post).</div><br /><div>And then, on the 14th of this month, Charleigh turned 4 months! She is talking like crazy now. Not making any words of course but just babbling at any and everything she sees. She LOVES the tv and talks to it regularly. Even though I try not to let her watch it too much, it is quite hilarious to see her yelling at the characters.</div><br /><div>Okay, so onto Charleigh's dedication at church. She was just precious. As a Baptist Christian we do not believe in baptizing babies. According to the bible, baptism is the outward illustration of what happens inside of you when you get saved. It's a choice YOU have to make, not your parents. So, in our opinion, it is pointless to baptize someone until they are saved. So, what we do instead is dedicate our child to the Lord. Which is just a fancy way of saying, we commit to raising her in a Godly home. Teaching her the Bible and living our lives as REAL christians. That is very important to us. I pray daily that God will keep me from myself. That my daughter will look at me and say, "My mom is real...she REALLY loves God and lives every day for him". I want that so badly. So, here she was, being dedicated to the Lord.<br /><div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxwneylJ49Yktaxno7mkB54UF8xvj1SIfr8mp9MAV0-nAkOa2d9O3FdVtKOj7oC5DHMqfzGTFocAKw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC5sc1Y-Vh7-zJYY0BXcFDdyIlAln4TgnbL5F6jRZUKvUeDu7hMaT30v3eLoYmvgm_VuGiX5D73t7WlMlThPR48cXQwkhKpiFP2FJp_jkVmPjVw_4u9mUdALaNQIgE8kiOC63jA/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429343998995439234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC5sc1Y-Vh7-zJYY0BXcFDdyIlAln4TgnbL5F6jRZUKvUeDu7hMaT30v3eLoYmvgm_VuGiX5D73t7WlMlThPR48cXQwkhKpiFP2FJp_jkVmPjVw_4u9mUdALaNQIgE8kiOC63jA/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aAcSr33xByWkLsM988G3rbPjMFJSCn80N76OKyOhHzAlNTK841HKVnl6WJqBTR6hsGod5V2Ey44V4bzigbdMRZKs3vvQaRB9f1-viKneeaFyulLDZyzYOnShaKXXPTY-FdTiYw/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429343992242349298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aAcSr33xByWkLsM988G3rbPjMFJSCn80N76OKyOhHzAlNTK841HKVnl6WJqBTR6hsGod5V2Ey44V4bzigbdMRZKs3vvQaRB9f1-viKneeaFyulLDZyzYOnShaKXXPTY-FdTiYw/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /></a>My parents came down AGAIN for the second weekend in a row to be there for it. Plus, Jessica, Sharry, Brandy and her kids too.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429344003303351826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFGEEmj_r9Vpez728K-iTTXYhYnLFJQNtFzFtnGmRTLjCYxFojj058lpnjBxqF9w4OvAxWn2bg6M4g4M4BrGEWr4eHdugzLSEjpeNhT3It7r32v4lcP1w9B5pS80-sngB6Ky_6g/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnOYvBSuV_cN1GQgqFnpB4T2l4rLHSiguoahre7aj3PSx_vo1rC8ZmYuoHBI8s2kKQPIj-uXXz9ECqouemMZeIgx2DkTZoLVMx0yeFD48MVLJ3YGpsHDqXY7mtyTPjOTh3CW8aw/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429345027559181602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnOYvBSuV_cN1GQgqFnpB4T2l4rLHSiguoahre7aj3PSx_vo1rC8ZmYuoHBI8s2kKQPIj-uXXz9ECqouemMZeIgx2DkTZoLVMx0yeFD48MVLJ3YGpsHDqXY7mtyTPjOTh3CW8aw/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm9bdFoJJqRwAXbssZjW4IuXKwkviiRb29MPXhxv1_ZUtEEspxB9Bc_6nRAD6qvKDo8M9F0J0eGr7Epbah-zmvjjVjS4xXZhKYJrVq2U8bN9_wb1d3S2Y-hv5To8mf60h7s1rGw/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429345018665921186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm9bdFoJJqRwAXbssZjW4IuXKwkviiRb29MPXhxv1_ZUtEEspxB9Bc_6nRAD6qvKDo8M9F0J0eGr7Epbah-zmvjjVjS4xXZhKYJrVq2U8bN9_wb1d3S2Y-hv5To8mf60h7s1rGw/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimr7p_vP9CfQpXKkKhTYG2bnuPp9oqoTArTxU5-a62DAwOA32-2x6As8TbbrLprKV-xVeJb4kmCUhf71UxqhT2aHMZ00riZrhU9Cil5MWr43Wt0sDpUwBknW06Nxcc6gq32cYY6g/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429345013098018034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimr7p_vP9CfQpXKkKhTYG2bnuPp9oqoTArTxU5-a62DAwOA32-2x6As8TbbrLprKV-xVeJb4kmCUhf71UxqhT2aHMZ00riZrhU9Cil5MWr43Wt0sDpUwBknW06Nxcc6gq32cYY6g/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And, to TRY to wrap up this post. Charleigh had her 4 month checkup on Tuesday (the 19th) and here are her stats: weight-70th percentile, height-95th percentile, and head circumference-85th percentile. I swear I am only feeding her breastmilk, but she weighed 14 lbs and 7 oz (and she has slowed down tremendously over the last month...thank goodness). <div></div><div>Oh well...if you got this far in your reading, congratulations...post the words "I DID IT!" as a comment. I have the strange feeling I won't get many of those.... </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-14187112053014370892009-12-14T13:52:00.005-06:002009-12-22T20:23:46.538-06:003 months old!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418226778734567714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_e1tZd3xHREw5lIzml8lcNQV-Rdi4fy0AeKHtqv1oPCxwC5NYBB4zpoVBqehDM5e9Eivatfpzjl5J4abcyj7DFg0YndWubgNx8gvwQaRp9alSmwioGKbtirCFXNEiY2PX7yFv6A/s320/IMG_4488.JPG" border="0" /><br />With this blog I will officially be CAUGHT UP! Yes, Charleigh is 3 months old...right NOW! Can you believe it?? The date on this post is correct December 14th was her 3 month birthday (if you call that a birthday??)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418226789525936354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgasJhYiBzsOlkrcPsdGP74vACBMPVD6pQSvr7NPD8njCGmNcri7A2ftHjXUOn9pB8EV4o_5oI1CQjiqdZ0nPRsy6ELOjOf-wYH0Bm5jjpnCNqS6_L7hvp62dT6CDHriR2sdyduLA/s320/IMG_4495.JPG" border="0" />So, this week started off pretty low key. As I rushed to finish my Prissy Pink Polka Dot orders and get my own gifts together as well. Luckily, Charleigh was willing to cooperate with Mommy and was happy to sit in her fortress of pillows :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaslbFJMhF_CjEQY1jRoQ_AIc_DKkB571u8r2BxNSDzpIB5yQaq1T_DYj1pxe0DuMCGaBvvJiVcnCwlSlMHzxY-agxhbQOyGAubAD3YgObHaa2c3wcIdxgR0ZqMQLuT_4f9DGDA/s1600-h/IMG_4512.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418226792093643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaslbFJMhF_CjEQY1jRoQ_AIc_DKkB571u8r2BxNSDzpIB5yQaq1T_DYj1pxe0DuMCGaBvvJiVcnCwlSlMHzxY-agxhbQOyGAubAD3YgObHaa2c3wcIdxgR0ZqMQLuT_4f9DGDA/s320/IMG_4512.JPG" border="0" /></a> On Tuesday we ventured out to the Pace High SGA Christmas party. Celene invited us to come back so that all the kids could meet Charleigh. I've wanted to bring her up to the school so many times but I am sooo scared she will catch something up there! So, I was glad to go to their Christmas party. I whipped up this little dress for Charleigh so that she could be festive :) We didn't end up wearing that headband because the feathers kept getting in her face :(</div><div> </div><div>Then, this weekend we headed to BAMA! My mom's side of the family had their annual Christmas get-together. We got there late Friday night so it was just us and Papa and Granny (and Aunt Jessica).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227973954860834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0pdL4qgbClG6HS3XE4ZzrDWK5yWDgUDPrSKcmasN9HeVNbnB02DiQXOPWVKIpJqyuLHonswNrl0qeD3A4HxMF3-c4SksyVxfWYkJoC2brAC55VI9Tg67Pb9nkWLTYr3QoxdIFw/s320/IMG_4523.JPG" border="0" /> Everyone just kept laughing at how fat she had gotten and wanted to see her naked sooo, here she is in all her glory :) So cute!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228379824713346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW2EpztSsItnuoETeOf4m3jELsO_W-sIIedeCJ5zyxWN9dn26bkbKbjSOZbPGhCjKT058lfyb9v1EBWXBFHhGCPf8n0-V4i_fwBLCqKvSlhp6xUg3me4ZHOogwe8l2j5gn3zpZQ/s320/IMG_4543.JPG" border="0" />My parents have 14 grandchildren so, they started a tradition long ago of going to each grandkid's house and giving them their presents early. That way they got to see each of them open their gifts instead of mad chaos on Christmas morning. So, it was Charleigh's turn Friday night.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227978025430098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nDVTE6wAezE-3nsY55p-AEkJmGW1Z59-pUPPAkAtQgEJ5b-EeXzZTTn3YdGwqxmcfcPNtHVnl5_g4fHMvHWDKy7g_Nvp0C-NQ7NGDpDu8fBoPiMQCqcCUqe0a91s2iF19H3n6w/s320/IMG_4532.JPG" border="0" />Here she is with all her presents, staring intently.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227980670455042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6h2FZt6nBJMBG24c5m82HtPsGDBiZUemNQqy9hiWY2-vI8WgLI9QOhbDLGaTZDnhhigF550uvF3KXh3W-Ly8szZdObr4d6fzQXZZ2yp5_WRvFehlbny3E3ddpn7uZdZlsTxmsA/s320/IMG_4537.JPG" border="0" />If I got them going, whe would grab the paper and fling her arms, so she totally helped open them.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227992043302210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHyc6oLIf2KsJzpLTNgabbyKpmytuWquFRKLuyaZ6jhvR6saWV261sTN8tauqE-WjNLC3ZYjcqhVfSB7H-Y-4SQGzryShf33VXBVLavXUgju1qR7kwpgPwYfpOlDOmKbJnGvfwQ/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" border="0" />This was my favorite gift...Granny and Papa gave Charleigh her ear piercing!!</div><div> </div><div>So, the next day was the family get-together, which I didn't take any pictures at. Sorry. I wasn't thinking "blog" at the moment. But afterwards Me, Charleigh, Brandy, Jessica, Tatum, and Granny all loaded up and went to EastChase in Montgomery to get Tatum's and Charleigh's ears pierced. Tatum was so cute, she's 5 now but she had her ears pierced at Charleigh's age (she accidentally let her holes grow up). She had been too scared to get them pierced again until we told her that baby Charleigh was getting hers done. She said she would go first to show baby Chaw-lee how to do it without crying. And she did! She didn't cry at all. So she totally got a princess doll as a prize for being strong. Here is Tatum before:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228385944014914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBn7gxbRefaQD-Ln27ikfjqyGCk-HyfHdBEzuxfyrGMAU8bGDktD_duNX5zlkOaAR5IIB4Ufi286-gGCLjzA6EvxpXtYt3DTXx-fkRmuWyxjuH6n3zSckxvqkkgdxrdn3OUVhNpw/s320/IMG_4544.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>And here she is after: (you can't see her earrings really well, but she was tucking her hair behind her ears so that you could)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228391893456914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEg16ulYzXVCerXm4vCK1NxHv_ndal1eV01cKg8_Hat9SmlUWZf_mrb6ra2A39C5GScGwAAO3L2UnPml1J5AsH0j1b6gc-vYPce8JnPAhQCxNLZ9YfUb4kjywvqlEBPRjlVQIwQ/s320/IMG_4549.JPG" border="0" />Then it was Charleigh's turn. I was sooo nervous. Here was Charleigh before:<br /><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228395724195170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCiv3Gx2WdFbUUEw2ScLGFTFF-jOb1Ed8BxpatiwvMxcPec2yr65K3dA8dEKEIyCpkQLHS5qnqqLUpn40CH4Qz8hLDNEXhmanoPzEw8URD-Ls2t3j5SdAiyv7f1mT4j1d6QD2aQ/s320/IMG_4554.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><div>And here she is after: (she did cry but as you can see, she calmed down once I gave her the bottle. It wasn't half as bad as her shots!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228401176429378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42nTl0aREfQ-VAS1cyWu_nFFkKs0NUv5gvR0fCRRW7f6GuZ0ULpG1oKKbNmZzBrWpC9c_BfcKwlaN0dRHDNJrXJdeZTo_IC6btbxBe-ZIkfcGNRriEbhlE6FyFH66tawomCPgRQ/s320/IMG_4561.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br />The next morning we all headed off to church and afterwards wanted to take Charleigh to the Bass Pro Shop to meet Santa. They really do it up for Christmas. They had a whole village set up where kids can decorate cookies and play with toy cars and shoot little guns...and it was all free. They even gave us pictures with Santa...we took our own as well.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228628821834418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0ST5-FWXP6xVQF2YwzPlWsx2mTq3DGStwc-zE6edItcdkqWVb7TJi-SWttW1SIeUf7EhsRp1RyVex1Km3zfzMM_YB60EtD0BwIITs_bU4PVXzWBZ0BWsSsNM_Y-dGVXfxzX2zw/s320/IMG_4567.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here we are waiting in line on our way to the North Pole.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVfBfSdBw5L8iL6Qo9lX0sJ7dhUL3we0fBOUd2stCOzY7IZz4HTKLVSsnbIEzJNPjywwMlPHMD_RAWKWUVJpgbv5_lhuVfCBXb1Vrc1Jm70Yn5Y_yQwUEvVrmi3C-bzjvNSvXzw/s1600-h/IMG_4576.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418228639147006802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVfBfSdBw5L8iL6Qo9lX0sJ7dhUL3we0fBOUd2stCOzY7IZz4HTKLVSsnbIEzJNPjywwMlPHMD_RAWKWUVJpgbv5_lhuVfCBXb1Vrc1Jm70Yn5Y_yQwUEvVrmi3C-bzjvNSvXzw/s320/IMG_4576.JPG" border="0" /></a> She looked so little compared to Santa. And best thing, she didn't cry!<br /><br />Some crafts I've been up to:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2U7izaWoy4iHquvHWRaX7FMCu-rNjV5kF115v4NzCh-6Jm5LNaTR0GsNb-AcHdlBGBpX-g6aEbhC5gC7ILW2_UDRp3zue_JtXMq9pZsfxsPHFXVjrE9bya5-AzMsWEfAigW4MA/s1600-h/IMG_4521.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418227970781706050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2U7izaWoy4iHquvHWRaX7FMCu-rNjV5kF115v4NzCh-6Jm5LNaTR0GsNb-AcHdlBGBpX-g6aEbhC5gC7ILW2_UDRp3zue_JtXMq9pZsfxsPHFXVjrE9bya5-AzMsWEfAigW4MA/s320/IMG_4521.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here are some of the aqua/pink ornaments I've been making for our tree. Some have stripes, some have little dots, but the ones that look the cutest are the big polka dot ones :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418226799751745938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6yZUZM4S6AEvxJfT1M8S3tisjDMfdq1TbzNJrT3rI2U1_YYVoDqqnW_ssDDbP-i9hSXKy4xs41HUgObNdjZn4OPjbTVZLFVvcLI2nF6GuLYbdU4Mtm8zcyrAwYYLu1O2gOM1OA/s320/IMG_4517.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Also, I made us all new stocking, in the fabric of my choosing. The girls are embroidered in pink and the boys (Daddy) are embroidered in green. We need to add more boys to the crowd.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixEnNFuynQBoIwdm9paaDc1ov9TpveF2q2FP5LjGBJJfvGhlj1MGKSnwlnf8uVEqBQtVeMkfe36mSsngyFkAuN9jNCUI78blTiJl5znLABb14f5RpXpUmLZ2K68THeB7GCe5YoA/s1600-h/IMG_4516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418226794784063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixEnNFuynQBoIwdm9paaDc1ov9TpveF2q2FP5LjGBJJfvGhlj1MGKSnwlnf8uVEqBQtVeMkfe36mSsngyFkAuN9jNCUI78blTiJl5znLABb14f5RpXpUmLZ2K68THeB7GCe5YoA/s320/IMG_4516.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Anyway, this week is CHRISTMAS. We will definitely update after we finish our christmas festivities! Merry Christmas to you all!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-71907718131981700492009-12-08T12:41:00.007-06:002009-12-22T15:57:49.673-06:00So, we're overflowing here. (week 12)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178550178838658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxRiVWpujhxiCeL-cNtfWZYxAmii8cRHFjuQIKm_vohkbZSpXscZWr8Zv1E-XXZA7OlWZQcXR1J84LDdOX5skzFrh9tWsD-MJjXlVhOoROBT4eelwqGGdSMWFnkKOVWsUlu34VA/s320/christmas+card.JPG" border="0" /><br />Christmas is finally here...well, coming fast! I have been sooo busy with Christmas gifts and <a href="http://theprissypinkpolkadot.com/">The Prissy Pink Polka Dot</a> that I haven't had as much time to take pictures and videos so this post may be shorter than most :)<br /><br />I'll start with the few pictures I did take of my angel this week:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178567980152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUGTEYA0q1sarSiMEzp9qJ8aIRPbz1l0BBTkfTrN88OFyrj__ImDwA7m2bemXq0OrEph35TJPpygMQcSwB3uc030qVRFVLyLHu5uw_qwmX3QK2hPg0CdinY8OWruZnRZ9jhHcWg/s320/pretty2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Tatum LOVES holding baby Chaw-lee!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBEJjFrOXDH0x9ym394syNxlySSgRVzWOIFIRQgXyda1FSUdmsioJpzf3QxMIM_xes65LQeqYCUV96_9dvNBw8Hqzrrz_emkBWc3BtOe7EIGAiWkLc5aU3Hy-WQEevbGHtk-vhQ/s1600-h/tatum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178770515965890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBEJjFrOXDH0x9ym394syNxlySSgRVzWOIFIRQgXyda1FSUdmsioJpzf3QxMIM_xes65LQeqYCUV96_9dvNBw8Hqzrrz_emkBWc3BtOe7EIGAiWkLc5aU3Hy-WQEevbGHtk-vhQ/s320/tatum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I made this picture the backdrop on my cell phone. It just makes me happy ;)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZjH3PLLgPyg3d7dNis7-E21K_4t4IISSUl8epbtN7MaziSpzuPOKWuT8N40lQq98WvdIZM67M_fCMz9qRRdaLUU8qI5uiY4S-se3wuXHo7oU4YPApXAKB98xJwMdxPeVYFNNgA/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178562773666434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZjH3PLLgPyg3d7dNis7-E21K_4t4IISSUl8epbtN7MaziSpzuPOKWuT8N40lQq98WvdIZM67M_fCMz9qRRdaLUU8qI5uiY4S-se3wuXHo7oU4YPApXAKB98xJwMdxPeVYFNNgA/s320/laugh.jpg" border="0" /></a> Charleigh wore her first pair of jeans this week:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByr8gQ2v3FQyOaAWCVg-93yjcXG0KcigRKJuK_rl7j2Brm0vCLD5P1EE-JjPX3c1_v7b1dWbROujmkWViaRN_ZOcu-nMk0Xdvkij8lVdrlj5uj9pyfyyWyYuy512FqT4XNu9C5Q/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178561483254482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByr8gQ2v3FQyOaAWCVg-93yjcXG0KcigRKJuK_rl7j2Brm0vCLD5P1EE-JjPX3c1_v7b1dWbROujmkWViaRN_ZOcu-nMk0Xdvkij8lVdrlj5uj9pyfyyWyYuy512FqT4XNu9C5Q/s320/jeans.jpg" border="0" /></a> Has a daddy ever loved a baby this much? I don't think so.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUSrmIPYoOhxcWDhndL0MOpc_wGFkd009mMnFIQDOMmtiqr68nFsl3Ysyp-bqPjI5cETrfjKPMV4TFbtW70asHxmcA7YY0Jry861_PSYMMWfCPCTZ92bkG8azrx47qLuqxP7bXQ/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418178556228050066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUSrmIPYoOhxcWDhndL0MOpc_wGFkd009mMnFIQDOMmtiqr68nFsl3Ysyp-bqPjI5cETrfjKPMV4TFbtW70asHxmcA7YY0Jry861_PSYMMWfCPCTZ92bkG8azrx47qLuqxP7bXQ/s320/daddy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Charleigh is doing cute things like giggling now. She loves to be on her changing table and we just talk and she giggles. I can poke her right under her chin and she does one of those cute baby belling laughs. I can't keep myself from cracking up when that happens.<br /></div><div>She is still doing great on sleeping. Her bedtime is 9pm and she is sleeping till 7 most days. Some days she wants to get up at 6 but either way, I get to sleep!<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div>I am still debating the cereal issue. I do want her reflux to stop but...I just don't feel good about it. I'm going to hold off for now ;)<br /><br /><div>Oh, one things she started doing recently is fighting sleep. I hate this! Most times she lays down for her naps with no problem, just stares off until she drifts to sleep but once or twice a day she will just be fussy when I lay her down. I can tell she is sooo tired but she just won't let herself go to sleep. If I spend a few minutes with her she is asleep in no time but...is this gonna get worse?? I hope not.</div><div> </div><div>This week we met up with our good friend Audrey again. I love when she sees Charleigh because she notices all the changes she is making physically. It cool to hear another perspective since I see her everyday.</div><br />And now to refer to the title of this post. We're overflowing! Out of our house that is. We have too much stuff. Let me re-phrase that...Charleigh has too much stuff. And having my own small business in a tiny room isn't helping either. So we are looking at building again. I am super excited and I think it will be a great move for us financially. We don't want to jump into it but maybe in the next few months we will get something going. yay!</div><div> </div><div>Charleigh is 3 months next week!</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-6969970616835085792009-12-08T12:39:00.015-06:002009-12-22T15:25:28.117-06:00Boy am I thankful! (week 11)<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376194633688946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jMHuF8sHw6czMjlCJV_YXyN3k54TVuuhQNty3U7oApNb6UNY0vTs1lPAFHnaes9k5vbjt-HS9zK8PwO9-4X_oko0-McvF2IIm3M2sXeob0BpfW2NzsLrFPyly1T2XLFcZ88bVw/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" border="0" /> Look how big those cheeks are getting! <div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWm7cIirRAb_dpj6JTnPG3s6n-zbDt9DrMEbth_4NbrhSSJUhfigvf6WONaI_xnE9q3_8UN8kyXD7_o82K0chAbWz4ZTgOpKwSMoPhpeq2jHWSJ5u-e-OtcBd8-06fxYpgpJSTg/s1600-h/IMG_4461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376644735812802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWm7cIirRAb_dpj6JTnPG3s6n-zbDt9DrMEbth_4NbrhSSJUhfigvf6WONaI_xnE9q3_8UN8kyXD7_o82K0chAbWz4ZTgOpKwSMoPhpeq2jHWSJ5u-e-OtcBd8-06fxYpgpJSTg/s320/IMG_4461.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a lazy day at home so we decided to dress up a bit and play. She looks like a little ballerina so I put her ballet shoes on her (she kicked them right off).<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglYDUKNp8fjWKqU4JUaMlvAVquLmBiHpnJ7ZGMIwfepCelS0-YofaGVZSJGLAEFiuFGr3aUxYE0yRAI7hat2lrmGHUkaP7YE54w_E-Q3bijcqzGPi-CT7-8e4Yv2z96pBhhWAbA/s1600-h/IMG_4460.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376642823044690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglYDUKNp8fjWKqU4JUaMlvAVquLmBiHpnJ7ZGMIwfepCelS0-YofaGVZSJGLAEFiuFGr3aUxYE0yRAI7hat2lrmGHUkaP7YE54w_E-Q3bijcqzGPi-CT7-8e4Yv2z96pBhhWAbA/s320/IMG_4460.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEK7G_iGKFuDRowKLQRG6wTBWuRhEQrwg3htomk8PmpRTsSHgE2PAZN4qCUu_NK6OYGp7OeptfWqbNBhPDYiuYRUtKsiOKDAaNgW6v3vVbe-AdadDBu-UYy0DKMCrZwIYId6YupA/s1600-h/IMG_4458.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376634691008322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEK7G_iGKFuDRowKLQRG6wTBWuRhEQrwg3htomk8PmpRTsSHgE2PAZN4qCUu_NK6OYGp7OeptfWqbNBhPDYiuYRUtKsiOKDAaNgW6v3vVbe-AdadDBu-UYy0DKMCrZwIYId6YupA/s320/IMG_4458.JPG" border="0" /></a> This little chick is so stinkin' happy. I am so thankful for that, her smile is what I LIVE for these days!<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7XsLXskeMvx_1ldMh9-5tGg2g7_2l4XhriLldszUXhdrn60AXcmPAdHJz__3hrRFGNYhTW_OLgtczyG2iU6_xTIdND8TlQQRnpjNnIHONzkmX_vN8BNyiuGXoLhqMe1ER3vlkw/s1600-h/IMG_4455.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376630874227410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7XsLXskeMvx_1ldMh9-5tGg2g7_2l4XhriLldszUXhdrn60AXcmPAdHJz__3hrRFGNYhTW_OLgtczyG2iU6_xTIdND8TlQQRnpjNnIHONzkmX_vN8BNyiuGXoLhqMe1ER3vlkw/s320/IMG_4455.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbP8BKTfzngyI0XGs_H6suop6SYdq7so5dCbx9iqgg0JYmNXLTg5KGBoBrKGtUv34Dd42V3Rm0mtiFbUQaSu_Z_27aYGuaHGnt5waHCNJv1Vy10X1gvzFMAGvkUymiGROmzFhNtg/s1600-h/IMG_4450.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376625622479042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbP8BKTfzngyI0XGs_H6suop6SYdq7so5dCbx9iqgg0JYmNXLTg5KGBoBrKGtUv34Dd42V3Rm0mtiFbUQaSu_Z_27aYGuaHGnt5waHCNJv1Vy10X1gvzFMAGvkUymiGROmzFhNtg/s320/IMG_4450.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alrighty, on with the post....</div><br /><div>This week was Thanksgiving week! Oh, how thankful I am for my sweet family. Of course I am thankful for all the blessings that the Lord has given us, the struggles he has kept us from but I'd be crazy not to focus on our biggest blessing this year...Charleigh. I think back to this time last year and wow, I couldn't have imagined we'd be spending the next Thanksgiving with our own little 2 months old bundle of JOY! We hadn't even gone through out 3rd miscarriage yet. There is no way I could predict how happy I am with the way things turned out. I love her. More than stupid petty words can ever express. </div><br /><div>So, we spent Turkey Day with Paw Paw and Granmama. Have I ever mentioned that she is THE BEST cook on the planet! Stinks for me because nothing I make will ever compare to Granmama... but, the good news is, I get to EAT it! I'll take that deal any day :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414368057540997506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd15QsmYmvR62ISjIrda5XrxxTxvkTF0dzopWIEbIFaHD_Uv8kRiDiVh4Dtg4pQQk-p6m6sqbxp3iy-UNhuxg8vV7whi-gx4CmT50GeN_DGs58X93I45TkkDCgRBUP7lrsaB9q-A/s320/IMG_4321.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div>Paw Paw helped with the cooking as well, but he can never resist playing with Jus for a bit :)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414368062575325618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEJ_xiDqWVylvIvS-jEeLpIqZJniN_fF-vJJPtKIzNYv0Hhjo1P4-SSben9eb6PNLXGxFR5a5rcQk7xUAo2fvWuUgKMIrWqxDY5V6A5jAGU_v58Xe8DnG8vpTraMqXAGt9Z-oEw/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414368068789448178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfOMxXeeIs-it7vgOugMub4qxkil4YDG7hRCyhYxUYz6gzGIjUURascA_yrLTLhYZ0LSJh78SxqgHH6pGAwCl8B0-7wjAptgREXwOD1fjKd19JNXHHGEnInr7TP35dnhj0sf7Wg/s320/IMG_4327.JPG" border="0" />Charleigh and I were eagerly awaiting the dinner bell.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414368065615480482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_76TouQkR3CsqQMNu7y8seazaaQm9V-pa6mjCm1OytO0gSx7KuUelBKbXnuN72efhXmplIVGro4Zuiso8vbrUIvvxpykA-LgENeeCYc7I2hdlHvTuQZQWSkM4D4LMy4gy15Yw-w/s320/IMG_4326.JPG" border="0" />And we even brought Prissy along. Cause we knew Granmama wouldn't mind (she loves Prissy). The poor thing gets left at home so much now :( I wanted her to know we were thankful for her sweet self too.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2pKjouPaRPkNxjNdT3t16VUESEeMUoVz1AHQabNMM5tpXp5YH1uZl6X7dKB7OVVKpY7DgX2eMn1FY_6mYQlkzEMnIXw8VasjcdKs5qJP1cpFIOmhyphenhyphenysAjVsNDSXwtzKO4Y67Rg/s1600-h/IMG_4328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414368076517626946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2pKjouPaRPkNxjNdT3t16VUESEeMUoVz1AHQabNMM5tpXp5YH1uZl6X7dKB7OVVKpY7DgX2eMn1FY_6mYQlkzEMnIXw8VasjcdKs5qJP1cpFIOmhyphenhyphenysAjVsNDSXwtzKO4Y67Rg/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" border="0" /></a> After we eat, this is ALWAYS were Justin ends up!</div><br /><br /><div>That weekend it was off to Bama to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family! We were traveling during the Alabama/Auburn game so I made sure Charleigh was all Tiger-ed out for the ride (don't worry the tutu was soft and comfy).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414371872129924162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDqTl3zaWhB-I5ukEHhBPgleXQe_6xt984SPYzUBnoQx7B9jrHnNCj8oyKzxFkjk-iY5AqBHkfqMNdpXvdXlQ37Xv97sWlJ1GwaHIV9AQUP5yO_4d60eMXavvLLCCkgcy4LrgGQ/s320/IMG_4353.JPG" border="0" />We almost pulled out a win but...oh well. At least we looked cute rooting for our team ;) The next day it was time to EAT. So Charleigh put on her Thanksgiving dress and got to see all her aunts and uncles again. And of course, Granny and Papa.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414371875048928050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzAw9_4kEQZ2E8OAMViQP9NQ1sKEDnFjGXXs786As2OHlIham4c3uPZME52dy9ZJgEtwTf3LGUYTKqOyU-d5Hb28IRwA09B4MGejAvIDiiP8dOvjeLmocD0hCSFYDz7M5d6bvfQ/s320/IMG_4379.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376168354132818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpEwUpbp8mou3cRgZt3ouG0pzVNDPEmLIF5rHZv6ZiAhJd0ZodanxGQkSe8h8BrnsQuYUACCNPA86BmZz6DuJ3uYpXPzWQ2yCu06WBCTeT5iNzg2rb7x1YgWeMVwzoaKck76EUA/s320/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Here is Sharry holding Charleigh and me holding Camden. They wore matching dresses! So cute.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4twafPy4zLGaw7f1pkpyJVBzDXyp2GCikNSyW03rnwuUWd0eEPnhOkhSOU3BRqStXNLqqjbSTnp_KtkxI8xS50PqNubdEunUIbVR9ZRo7HtleD299JO86cjHMI_UzxojSNPUClw/s1600-h/IMG_4372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376178103887474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4twafPy4zLGaw7f1pkpyJVBzDXyp2GCikNSyW03rnwuUWd0eEPnhOkhSOU3BRqStXNLqqjbSTnp_KtkxI8xS50PqNubdEunUIbVR9ZRo7HtleD299JO86cjHMI_UzxojSNPUClw/s320/IMG_4372.JPG" border="0" /></a> Speaking of Sharry. I posted a while ago about the ordeal she is going through to have a child. After being diagnosed with Stage 4 endometriosis and being forced into menopause for 4 months now. She had her BIG surgery Dec 10th. Things looked a little better in there and the doc thinks he got most of it. Her left ovary was attached to her colon which he fixed and drained everything (tubes and all). She is recovering now from this surgery which is hard, and will have to be on menopause for a couple more months but then....things are hopeful. Please pray for her, I want her to have a baby so BAD!</div><br /><div>Well, during Turkey Day FSU and Florida played. Soooo, we of course had to show our support. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418102622624712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5iBr1-oyI7ro0lbQS6j_F-eftIXeHDYHvAATZkmizSKQ0H0kAUpONb47moAMAlgnI6KM11DS6X4wLLfujN8B9lRJXyl38ofa_kURXJSs_3fr4iBT6I82QcN3inAqNhmrW3lC4w/s320/IMG_4388.JPG" border="0" />This game wasn't so close but again...fashion won overall! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414376180710264770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JiY76sRKupIX4KG_MBUgB5oi8xMQlFVhYthx2Qv8aGC9TNS197mvsnLtyFdCULWyaiX6J6d10qe-6eaiO8jMUtLfZJsAzdx0obSfK5vb_9U1BWXuuSyoqoVFxjtBy2oKTZVFwg/s320/IMG_4386.JPG" border="0" />And you might notice something quite disappointing...no earrings :( We had planned to get her little ears pierced over Thanksgiving weekend while we were up in Bama but sure enough, when we actually set out to do it, Justin put a stop to it. He wasn't against her ears being pierced, he was having a hard time knowing that we would be causing her to cry. To be honest, that is the part that broke my heart too. But I knew it was something she would love in the future (I did) and I wanted to do it while she was young and couldn't pull at them. So, he agreed to make it one of her Christmas presents. </div><div> </div><div>Before we left Bama I had to priviledge of spending some one-on-one time with my baby sister Jessica. She is tired of living away from God, and she desperately wants to return to her first love for him. She knows how she wants to live, how she is supposed to live, but it's just hard to start all over. To have to give up your friends, your weekends, your hangout and turn to "nothing" so it seems. But I've never seen her more passionate about it. I know Satan will attack and attack hard so PLEASE say a little prayer for her as well. Pray for strength in the hard times, and pray for Godly friends to jump into her life. </div><div> </div><div>Soo, after all the excitement of Thanksgiving we put up our Christmas tree, and Charleigh's of course. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414391932771560658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNn5v83EJ2NyAO3RWRUCFT6dAY5FLAQ0APhoffhsfz3B-p4LJL3_I8ZYWc_p1muqTRciKpjKX6b2yuAXF4FRvAvf9Jx8VCxBwgDUr6qlHNDNgcW_2QOlxLC4QqBGf_Uf3N0EYnQ/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div>Here is the problem with our tree so far. See that dark spot in the middle?? That would be a strand of the pre-lit lights that isn't working. I tried to replace them but every single bulb on that strand was blown and I ran out of replacements! Ahhhh, oh, and I still need to put ornaments up. Justin accidentally broke most my ornaments from last year so I decided to make some news ones for this year. I think I am going with pink and aqua. We have more estrogen in this house anyway so, too bad Justin :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI2zBtPsmuFJdtuLGj3LIHz47MViZl7KEi5iXOri3UghxuRwSDqd627_c93lYR0rA2Dg_4v14Gg9uDjJsm9DGRWh7JarIQuJdJzBuHgACBUkVT0ZrGrsyttLEWAK9k4nkNTX9Rw/s1600-h/char+tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414391934086330002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI2zBtPsmuFJdtuLGj3LIHz47MViZl7KEi5iXOri3UghxuRwSDqd627_c93lYR0rA2Dg_4v14Gg9uDjJsm9DGRWh7JarIQuJdJzBuHgACBUkVT0ZrGrsyttLEWAK9k4nkNTX9Rw/s320/char+tree.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is Charleigh's tree (taken with my iPhone, sorry for the picture quality). It matches her black/white/hotpink room!</div><br /><div>Now on to some crafting I've done...I made all new stockings for Granmama's house. I think they turned out just adorable. I tried to match everyone's personality. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373727479130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0xyugAjSMubfm8GGsVWthQTlcvh6Se_v5MuhiPuLFaoSnczgM7ezuLSs8oT3AlEw0gpOMCN2-Ko3pCgORV2yX5De0P9ElbYsxM8aFyqA5WILC-YynbxqGIPKR-7x5KndJ-Y-ow/s320/IMG_4466.JPG" border="0" />He's a big Tennessee fan.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414371863004941410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0JMallAm6SQavdzQLAyMJii9kuHV5yMckYM2Tnh2vCy0iz0FfPXI-ANQuSya1vM3b7G9kRdMsAKwL_L1vCge0fXMzCbeNWjlpyAqwrwnfDPv_fktCqbvFmZVitrA2gGHtWvmzQ/s320/IMG_4330.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div>I loved how Angie's turned out so I decided I am going to make new stockings for my little family too. They will all look like this one :)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373406313453298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDm11exzRqy8aNUXY4yQdacRSa4i1bfHPLQPgY9t9v0COLp2ceX8Vdfr1Q1ReJh4wlDAQWQk8gLCk1csfmCnhhTlnR5e6nj1ohw0DjKuSCeHC9BHqkuACRTOcSMcHHwWTNapR88g/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373715027046530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgkQfHowXlq-_WrWV7WNwa6T8Us1wblIVCAOLdyipk0GAqtfFNqd1xVK0ZH7KFLTLWbmIBCasOMcoHJJFhHS_pbyRcAdl0z0l7TiHDMINZPzQUn-rKwXjdq0GRB-gmFeijffOQw/s320/IMG_4465.JPG" border="0" />I don't feel the need to explain Justin's.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373432428093362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNkQOcBtpDhrOKRMXI3v-AlL0ZYFZoUEfsYUS5aFWGzz8UyUSUEWJLHdrfxWWuK0VhyNsbDiNTyrtNDLIjbTZSmsamV_WoG1z-xR7V_GbKZwOojOseNsJuLwd0h7O1BQAMdT0aA/s320/IMG_4464.JPG" border="0" />I friggin' LOVED this retro print fabric soooo...<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373416312621250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiITe0SEoiyLJLFojHoT_6X_TYIGuZXFNsP8iKKetlcUUZrUAtKVR5KvucnaTdG1tQbdadQAqO2e5n7gw6yUPK_PqABqUjFbGZQcmuwMqwjwG9XOWirhRG_KPhX2dtCXaG64p6hA/s320/IMG_4437.JPG" border="0" />This one looks way cuter in person I think.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414372775620930530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNymuJDuaLpDCvnzJbMzsq33iIEM5QPWRVyTA8GUGHCfCwkJ8BHSV96nw2OAnwh659DTVcKYOIoUBLREFOfgrKO9PaR1FvgacIVBSAA3qV1kekd_nmrAYB0LU9dQ0QZ7FHcw6gw/s320/IMG_4435.JPG" border="0" />FSU fan.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414372769566201298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG71YEApC4l6y4dyyiBwf2otrIfbuH8EKBv59Pt1iLDb9HhWbQLrHPQOe1_26Gk9EW08mwHsPIu3KFa4c5Ux9Wa4aG2e7U7XvumphvDY4z49Li83UflcGHnY_MRa31ws3EWXEoA/s320/IMG_4433.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCiD8DAk8lb_JWz0N5afu50li6YlRAcOhMo9NKu7A8MMf5IIlPDj-9YjeN7sNVqiuON3gUWC8YZuzX_d_RcwvnSTvAiM_5bl8Txx6KlxvUF1726cmMSsNJdC97s_XJUpu8x7FMA/s1600-h/IMG_4467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373727678864434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCiD8DAk8lb_JWz0N5afu50li6YlRAcOhMo9NKu7A8MMf5IIlPDj-9YjeN7sNVqiuON3gUWC8YZuzX_d_RcwvnSTvAiM_5bl8Txx6KlxvUF1726cmMSsNJdC97s_XJUpu8x7FMA/s320/IMG_4467.JPG" border="0" /></a> This one is for Nuggette (Joanna's baby girl) who does not have a name yet!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373427082283074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_VjAS3iconP2sQj9rhJFrS7QwY4VpR0Dh2kHASweDzhOHc_fez2a0rYLtXvfgA7M5X8bpt6-qN4PunVUaFv0415p4-fET8vDiWGb0cWEyW9Bki-Yclb5pBMwgKaYqIvx4Zzghg/s320/IMG_4463.JPG" border="0" />This one was made to match those fish/deer shirts he wears all the time...hahaha!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373419163570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixoEzychAfKSX9QERsB_WdChDFHg1ZuI67Im7e4d_6VIP9Erx8mB0FlV_yVmw22duxsN5RcYsLiMRkp4s1GY3cOZsbgpwWCEYBl35fhTn5QaA2CLOEmt7L2sGjYJJD4ABwosNVsw/s320/IMG_4462.JPG" border="0" />I love these flowers!</div><br /><br /><div>I have also been BUSY with the Prissy Pink Polka Dot. I won't be posting EVERYTHING I'm making, that would take days. But I will post some of it that I find especially cute. Some of my favorite things to make these days are appliquéd onesies.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414372765513478258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaed_sG6G4_RD9CY0jvPKssxlLxXdlP3VI_pbI8-TK6U3HV-LvMn25FnZbkvl4y-IQNVUvCoMPT0bweX4YIPmSBxpyWCuD5ipY_Dp8tpQ3PFQrc5MgFKQvMZ4Y_unql6NBzUzTcg/s320/IMG_4432.JPG" border="0" />These are for twin girls.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414372760883336722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmAsLVcht0p8ITmptF8PBKbyq6D-IhrAg43zVlHzMx4HQR9UtUiXQG1ExRKjc3GRF5iVAd3diAogzxvRcDZn2017I4SRtsZfLNwJUsCnrwb6nay7ocbB5QohvhMhgKxArm0xjmQ/s320/IMG_4421.JPG" border="0" />Here is an Alabama tutu complete with houndstooth ribbon and all.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414372753040029186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mHnUXgPkTGxwUhItl7zoM_yftlW0Xk4rm7j5vhu6UmeFfVYF5T3jzTT4kaNUJB6ZfHmLckTSUbrVc8EaYX1MKhVyRZpHXQftq3PR_uEwlBcJsbDBI9eG_O8MR4QZXEjOAfuC3g/s320/IMG_4417.JPG" border="0" /> And here is the little onesie I made to go with it. I wanted to use the houndstooth fabric for the Alabama A but all the craft stores were sold out!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418106183951340178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgV0z5tyEPEhUN8XfXMZuJ2wL3cNyuNIAb4mc4lL8yqf7jJscWqnW4tPwhhNnmftIAIKhu4AskD3mtANDooPtm5B8DutQaU3IQmyw5onU-k3ehxbLGDkmk_4rFivuhCvXJlW0tlA/s320/IMG_4469.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9F-ag2nOwUNBJRvIYvwIxtUihbqoA7SVfSSWWNHTDQgHvRjXUUycckrNQinui3UfbAzrFIpejGg6vJ96QfBJQWNmHW5ZsOWtM-bFOvRjzow-XrhHJ91o6Rjevxj6UBcQ3xRTCw/s1600-h/IMG_4470.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418106192838429154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9F-ag2nOwUNBJRvIYvwIxtUihbqoA7SVfSSWWNHTDQgHvRjXUUycckrNQinui3UfbAzrFIpejGg6vJ96QfBJQWNmHW5ZsOWtM-bFOvRjzow-XrhHJ91o6Rjevxj6UBcQ3xRTCw/s320/IMG_4470.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Here are some bibs and burp cloths I made for my mom. They are cowboy and cowgirl themed.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4AwV6xtwpAXzRdNGFDz8XX4b_mIFRbtREsYtsReelin8MgtDTBtggWkjSWUq22aE_HyLhZp9DcXs3ktzldQkb3RJzoiDA4uARRoazEEjdA16G7AufEGb4o7NDc2dPS9NYpnwhw/s1600-h/IMG_4339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414371857175461330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4AwV6xtwpAXzRdNGFDz8XX4b_mIFRbtREsYtsReelin8MgtDTBtggWkjSWUq22aE_HyLhZp9DcXs3ktzldQkb3RJzoiDA4uARRoazEEjdA16G7AufEGb4o7NDc2dPS9NYpnwhw/s320/IMG_4339.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkqeXFcRnzbuvW1liQJpTwCVB6wkjaEf4VB90wjymRp0QzLj4HpfylzXmDOBUASkwir_UL6WA0ZT2dWqLDsbORBuXX3bGQ_Mor_9CiPTkEMQcupMHdz4Rb3Iu0ZhAqeILDMHp3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414371851302381874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkqeXFcRnzbuvW1liQJpTwCVB6wkjaEf4VB90wjymRp0QzLj4HpfylzXmDOBUASkwir_UL6WA0ZT2dWqLDsbORBuXX3bGQ_Mor_9CiPTkEMQcupMHdz4Rb3Iu0ZhAqeILDMHp3Q/s320/IMG_4334.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Some new stuff going on with Charleigh during her 11th week: she is eating like crazy, eating me out of house and home I tell ya! And you can definitely tell. She is starting to pack on the pounds finally. I will not be surprised if her 4 month doctor's visit shows her in the upper percentiles on weight. Also, I think she is at the beginning stage of teething. She slobbers over everything, and she chews her pacy rather than sucking it. She likes when I rub her gums, thinks it's funny. She only wants to sit up now. When you lay her in your lap she strains to lift her head up and sits like that until you sit her up yourself. It's adorable but just another reminder that she is growing up too fast. She also LOVES to stand on her legs. According to my "milestone chart" she isn't supposed to do that until 4 months! But she loves it I tell ya, I guess it makes her feel grown?? She also watched her first Baby Einstein video. She cried at first, then started laughing at the TV, too funny. I don't let her watch too much (because I heard it rots their brains) but I figure 30 minutes won't hurt. She has gotten very good at squealing. When she gets really excited she stiffens her arms and legs and lets out a big "AHHHHH"! And, I finally caught her rolling over on video! yay:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyvwA62n5CMctxLwpeKsnizmRBs8fXaO8-rUpdMDpdRTdAYVtrlHVv2HdR-oWbT2G-rLRPIGpRJdIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>We also found out that she loves it when Justin whistles to her (which you'd be surprised how much he whistles). She would smile and take a deep breath every time he whistled, it was so cute.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxBIzak5cRbQMdJq-6RZdN8tsYMgZPqApFFiDwAz6AG52Wv-gcun5eCpH2yzOFV55YmZ6k_xj6fug4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>I later realized that when Justin whistles, he blows really hard. So I started thinking that maybe he was blowing in her face. Sure enough, that little smile she was making, was really Daddy taking her breath away. I feel horrible for letting this go on!! Poor baby!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-58358229896484988342009-12-08T12:36:00.008-06:002009-12-12T08:29:10.793-06:00Announcing...(week 10)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414188201219878274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rinh0pCY6AJiaOppACOxh6-DvM8MbMRm1yuZNnstGaOClgeC2JCeRxs_VVH8n0l_fOMNBBwU6WTQ183cXOrXddEBQs0Nfw2ZWP012Wsxt7j1XOLZH__eJJKrq6Wh0zy9wuTcfg/s320/card_front.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzP_f-74w3U1qwpHXQZZW8et9y0E_FuGhT-pLlMNwNCuKyFxPYfK74G5DSzRKZiT9i8zlfCxIpVfBX2O_9uGVt6LJ090grSIt2VzwA8zCBFPp61HCEEqyp2w-o2x8tib0lhlqotQ/s1600-h/card_back%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414188209650921058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzP_f-74w3U1qwpHXQZZW8et9y0E_FuGhT-pLlMNwNCuKyFxPYfK74G5DSzRKZiT9i8zlfCxIpVfBX2O_9uGVt6LJ090grSIt2VzwA8zCBFPp61HCEEqyp2w-o2x8tib0lhlqotQ/s320/card_back%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, here are Charleigh's birth announcements...thanks to the great Rae Leytham! Aren't they adorable! She is just so precious, even if I am her mother.<br />This week Charleigh had her two month dr. appt. Here is the just of it: Her reflux was still pretty bad, the spit up doesn't come out of her mouth, but you can hear it come up her throat and then she chokes on it, so they put her on Reglan (I will post about this at a later date...but for now, moms DO NOT give this to your baby!). The doc also suggested putting a little cereal in her nighttime bottle which would help give the food some weight so that it doesn't come back up and choke her. I have always believed that you should NOT give your baby cereal this early...I know that I might feel differently if my baby wasn't such a good sleeper but still, this made me leary and I haven't given her any cereal, even if it was the doctor's orders. I've heard you should wait until 4 months, but if her reflux is still bad and she seems like she needs it, I might try a little (and I mean LITTLE) in her bottle when she hits 3 months...Anyway, she was also diagnosed with a "floppy airway" (there is a medical term for it but I can't pronounce it). It just means she breathes loudly sometimes...sounds like someone with a cold. But the doctor assures me that it is doing no harm to her. Her height was in the 80th percentile, her head in the 55th, and her weight in the 45 percentile. Not bad numbers...but holy cow, she is tall :) I am sooo sad to say, Charleigh got her first round of vaccinations this trip. I was determined to make this as painless as possible for her, I was nervous all day. So, about 30 minutes before her appointment I gave her some Tylenol, and about 10 minutes before, I gave her some sugar water (I read that this helps??). Right before the nurse was about to stick her, she was smiling and cooing at her. I just kept thinking, "Oh poor baby, she is about to ruin your sweet mood". And sure enough, she did. She stuck her 3 times (which contained like 6 vaccines...amazing) and I have NEVER in my life, heard my sweet angel cry the way she did at that moment. I was able to calm her but, for about 30 seconds, my heart was more broken than it had ever been before. I totally cried with her. We took the next 15 minutes to sit in the little room and recover, together. Our friend Dan was talking about how this cry (that breaks the heart of a parent) is just like Jesus's love for us. I mean, what was horrible was that she was looking right into the eyes of her mommy, the one who is supposed to protect her and keep her from harm, and mommy was letting this happen to her. The look she gave me at that moment...I am tearing up right now just writing about it. Devastating. How many times have I looked up with hurting eyes at my Jesus, with eyes that said, 'I thought you were the one who was supposed to keep me from harm? If you love me, why am I having to go through this hurt?'. And I know his heart breaks for me. I know he sits down on the floor and holds me and rocks me like his little baby, just like I did for Charleigh. At those times, I never understood that he knew WHY I had to go through those hurts. Just as charleigh's shots are beneficial to her (even though she can't fathom that right now) I now know that my "shots" are for my own benefit too. I understand. It would kill me if Charleigh could speak and said, "Mommy, you don't love me, why are you doing this to me?" But, I have said those very things to my God...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it Jesus, I understand now.<br /><br />Whew, so that visit was intense.<br /><br />On to more pleasant things...<br /><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186105650740770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSK4WqMi5q4_inuTv46ntuRf3kkRDC3pPT36OXpDLpcUJWQ4_Uu0wmcybmgtOoYlKZBPJOMQwD-XLp8ck8-LcEOqKzJqHuG6nr46-5KmYhMafYOEfrBfSFRLhvOjz7kTyp_YFCA/s320/bumbo2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Charleigh LOVES her bumbo. She can't even hold her head up that well, but she sure does love to try!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186101292002418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWpQIif7IymKY6xut8la0ILAkZUE1CawG4peHiPuAeas908Nmnehg0gJY8QEO3RD7nYwAuYoQKtWapIpajy-nh-_PHGF8TrkLl9xR_kQULZycVrpkocqBpll0NhSOA3z2oBH3bw/s320/bumbo.jpg" border="0" />This week was Charleigh's first week in the church nursery. The pediatrician commanded us to keep her out of church and packed places for the first few months due to the Pig Flu and what not. So, we haven't been able to go for a few weeks but, after her vaccinations we decided she was ready to get back to some worshipin' :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186117896555874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Fz3_lkYj0C6YBSxiE7BCU-V5NkYsHNw-N3ao1qgHddxcbdFDoLs7Awra96CSzYXm_xId9pta0UGv-y_76_6D5i5xCZdF5qz2_h_U_AQPzJgtbOmK8aXMGizqblhnDwpSGQ-5Sg/s320/IMG_4295.JPG" border="0" />Okay, okay, so Justin and I kind of cheated...we actually worked the nursery class she was in :) I couldn't just leave her there with strangers for the first time!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186120736049810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CsbmodabmCR5ScpgadCZlqQCWdINAcGa1LcYZJ_mM6wy3qwp3Uf4IH64N4Pvsk72nR8zXoY-S6TNQ4WzMmngMuT8rb-SIpBy6gg1UUBeOfyrpJm_S_t0euYnkmcS3DRpaLinuA/s320/IMG_4297.JPG" border="0" />So, as you can see, it wasn't very eventful. She slept in that swing the WHOLE time. Here is her prospective boyfriend Lucas (Susie and Tyler's boy), aren't they cute together??</div><div>After church we went to "Thanksgiving" lunch with Big Mama, Charleigh slept some more...Happy Turkey day Big Mama!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGFDrZXOWoRJTi12b5MlzmdOdv9jfqrTzrGIoxlBpaNc_e9g1h0lJe2VuF6odFBvp77DvaUU8rLSclPNK2O44q9H8sXj651KC2X5b5lb7P4tXkMNV4mG1aFd-hvw15xw03lcsGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4298.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186871798948466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGFDrZXOWoRJTi12b5MlzmdOdv9jfqrTzrGIoxlBpaNc_e9g1h0lJe2VuF6odFBvp77DvaUU8rLSclPNK2O44q9H8sXj651KC2X5b5lb7P4tXkMNV4mG1aFd-hvw15xw03lcsGQ/s320/IMG_4298.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Alright, so some things that are changing with Charleigh this week. She is SO happy in the mornings. She will grunt and whine on her monitor until I go in there in the morning and as soon as she sees me peak over her crib she breaks out into a big smile. EVERY morning she does this, it is the BEST start to our day...I love her. This picture is just a little half grin. (yes, she sleeps on a wedge because of her reflux)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZT4yO63Se_l16VIryighhW0DxuHIe5YujRQaOBHiQKtdmBNiPvIuqBbJzyAwUHZMurvo4dK_GpyYz3Cxmj8cBy-w32ffAJTy8FtkemaP7UpAYnXdpVkpF-ZU6kDNvlKbunIbbQ/s1600-h/IMG_4265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186113474203282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZT4yO63Se_l16VIryighhW0DxuHIe5YujRQaOBHiQKtdmBNiPvIuqBbJzyAwUHZMurvo4dK_GpyYz3Cxmj8cBy-w32ffAJTy8FtkemaP7UpAYnXdpVkpF-ZU6kDNvlKbunIbbQ/s320/IMG_4265.JPG" border="0" /></a> One night this week was not so good though...she woke up at 3am wanted to play and it was bad news after that. But so far, she doesn't have many nights like that, thank the LORD!</div><div>Also, she won't roll over for me anymore :( Every time I put her down for tummy time, she just lays there like she is about to go to sleep and then starts screaming. ahhh, I just want to get it on video! But one thing I WAS able to get on video:</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3Rpepz0mPxLYp4GIM-0cwrmBI1OGEENkc_k0NUd3XqAAIXEL2iJbs-rt0KM0Ri_AtPYSrx4u2tII' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />You're welcome for that!</div><div>Anyway, we had lunch again with Auntie Audrey...I forgot to take pictures this time but it was worth mentioning anyway :) We love you! I am still needing to lose my last 12 pounds...I'm not doing my p90x, I just can't find the time, so the weight is coming off slowly. Oh well.</div><div></div><div>And I am able to carry her around the house in her Baby Bjorn now. Thank goodness, it lets my hands be free so I can get some stuff done. Justin is glad when this happens and he comes home to less of a tornado than usual. But, she still doesn't like to be in the Bjorn when we go out for very long. She gets bored starring at my chest...I should try turning her facing outward huh??<br /></div><div><div><div>Well, I'll end this post with some crafts I've been whipping up :)<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QOmR37OP2R93nGGwAgYbqq5ky1HL9vKOKly70-igBqoQgj2TX17S-rtuVgzR4qP9LShFEa0sWUTtiv7_V_U5jcuS-jkpYDQ6fQS2PgtEk9Wn4Iqxu3r1IK_vjIP99FULlpsazA/s1600-h/IMG_4318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414187034095077730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QOmR37OP2R93nGGwAgYbqq5ky1HL9vKOKly70-igBqoQgj2TX17S-rtuVgzR4qP9LShFEa0sWUTtiv7_V_U5jcuS-jkpYDQ6fQS2PgtEk9Wn4Iqxu3r1IK_vjIP99FULlpsazA/s320/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" /></a> A feathery headband bow<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-a6VGfDf-38QZqsifIbqaM8E1AozTRexpsURcAKhMRWZvEMO8VrYbk_bPOyKcztN2mORYy9acSQh4rJsr2Lla-XCLVypCwGNbEAwuk2y6aNw7DmOuS2jKff3GqWItpz0oLuHAw/s1600-h/IMG_4313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186894672470738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-a6VGfDf-38QZqsifIbqaM8E1AozTRexpsURcAKhMRWZvEMO8VrYbk_bPOyKcztN2mORYy9acSQh4rJsr2Lla-XCLVypCwGNbEAwuk2y6aNw7DmOuS2jKff3GqWItpz0oLuHAw/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /></a> I cut these flowers out of fabrics and layered them on top of each other with a button...then attached it to a headband<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkh7tJ5mcJx-D7ap_-yKpcEQXdBFBm8JBfJp0npZx9eiR_rp-nKZGtTpL-joIdyjQGYHZY6DrwlP-d1i0Qqis-LqSMCsPJT0eZfsvzoD7QTQmpuNwDN10J-511lvj3Nh3Ib4ITg/s1600-h/IMG_4310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186891447965570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkh7tJ5mcJx-D7ap_-yKpcEQXdBFBm8JBfJp0npZx9eiR_rp-nKZGtTpL-joIdyjQGYHZY6DrwlP-d1i0Qqis-LqSMCsPJT0eZfsvzoD7QTQmpuNwDN10J-511lvj3Nh3Ib4ITg/s320/IMG_4310.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another headband, pretty plain.<br /></div></div></div></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0j7uwfpys6wVlo8ONW5uUtm7pTXWvZXIkiiPA3VeRt7FMZVjYL9B9TIfgq2aKhGeVnS0i-2qwdjjk-1roueNpc9SgJrrw4fwM9xbrZpPAwuEQnPiyMXl-YKqq7fWUs_dP8sWL_A/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186886721224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0j7uwfpys6wVlo8ONW5uUtm7pTXWvZXIkiiPA3VeRt7FMZVjYL9B9TIfgq2aKhGeVnS0i-2qwdjjk-1roueNpc9SgJrrw4fwM9xbrZpPAwuEQnPiyMXl-YKqq7fWUs_dP8sWL_A/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another wonderful tutu. This one was made with a shimmery type toole. Cute.<br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUvozdmnN2X-hoKThdP1zIHHkYivEbkPlnMWFLhOPQzqk4STKgUjrGN7ikcBV5nnnFCokgT4YlSDjwKqS0RMuKgSUrEuttM2Y7T6looch5TI3iy8uXAFof7leBNsh0MZX1YeQ6A/s1600-h/IMG_4300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414186876678081314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUvozdmnN2X-hoKThdP1zIHHkYivEbkPlnMWFLhOPQzqk4STKgUjrGN7ikcBV5nnnFCokgT4YlSDjwKqS0RMuKgSUrEuttM2Y7T6looch5TI3iy8uXAFof7leBNsh0MZX1YeQ6A/s320/IMG_4300.JPG" border="0" /></a>And my latest obsession...appliqué! Isn't that little gingham dino adorable??:)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-28526446397905685762009-11-19T10:01:00.009-06:002009-12-08T15:18:31.856-06:00Keep Rollin'! (week 9)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942182717771570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZASHBbGYgV_SFe3WDTpnf9XJPLV0uB8zUQMBZ6I7yLlw-YLWm0VjQIkqxM4sMQKJrpc5ci0v-wsbyktjSeSIlMOiRIurgxnxrqE9TZbzvgPoJXCgle6panhyCklLNHq5LqTN7mg/s320/IMG_4209.JPG" border="0" />So, I feel the need to re-state the way my blog is working these days. You see, I am sooo behind at life right now. So, even though the date I post this will say one thing, it really happened WEEKS ago. Just when I think I will finally be caught up...two weeks pass and I'm behind again :( So, I am hoping to hammer out a few blogs this week and be caught up and then we'll move to monthly updates instead...unless I feel like updating more than that, but we'll make that the rule anyway. Yay!<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Alright, week 9 of Charleigh's little life was full of excitment. First off, we celebrated Veteran's Day. Our family is so thankful for the selfless people in this country who serve in the military for us. I know it is something I could never do and would be incredibly HARD to let my children do it as well. So brave...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405846106619552706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5thTUgQA3RkeZArev4D9Ul-77m_X-dat3Yrd1847LybPYeqLqL0folM9TCj-IFwRWkg_k84aSdphK6OLNNvHgXLullymqCwj4kw1lIopaGqjnGOAImgtlV6eDgoTn84r8BUsHvA/s320/IMG_4144.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>So, some new things going on at our household...Charleigh LOVES to kick her Daddy's face when he has his beard a little grown out, she just smiles every time she does it. So, he, of course, let's her do it over and over again :) Also, I'm starting P90X this week...pray for me. I know that I can dedicate myself to doing it, but I just don't know if I can find an whole HOUR in my day to devote to it...everyday. Well see, I guess some working out is better than none at all right?</div><br /><div>Speaking of working out, I was doing the ab workout the other day so I laid Charleigh on her Tummy time mat right beside me. As I was staring up at the screen doing my crunches, I noticed Charleigh out of the corner of my eye...she was on her BACK...she rolled over! I couldn't believe it, so I stopped the video and but her on her tummy again and grabbed the video camera. Sure, enough, she did it again! I was so excited I called Justin and promised to send him the video. One problem...in my excitement I guess I didn't hit record! All I have on video is the very last part where she is laying on her back screaming...crud! It will be my goal to get it on tape.</div><br /><div>We had quite a few vistors this week, as usual. Every Monday night when I go out to lead my high school girls' ministry. Charleigh and Justin have Daddy/Daughter Date night. Well, it wasn't long before Big Mama got in on this action, Justin just feels better when she's there :) So, here she is with Char...check out Prissy trying to get in on the action (which she ALWAYS does) and then check out the look Charleigh is giving her! haha!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSpzGiALv7DIIWoy1yb6fcPcbwacA3d5EjiiinWX1Yanaz5lv8rBwvBWUpmTcCrnnMgupZKVZY7HT8fwiqGnTPKHYjX4pgKLWnTXP14bQ8pfn0QJIcsvWUTTA2onGTlaeqfM5sVA/s1600-h/IMG_4215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942302401113650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSpzGiALv7DIIWoy1yb6fcPcbwacA3d5EjiiinWX1Yanaz5lv8rBwvBWUpmTcCrnnMgupZKVZY7HT8fwiqGnTPKHYjX4pgKLWnTXP14bQ8pfn0QJIcsvWUTTA2onGTlaeqfM5sVA/s320/IMG_4215.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then Granmama and Paw Paw stopped by to visit too! Charleigh just loves them. Granmama was playing pat-a-cake with her and she was cracking up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EhcKmobX2yMQaVNwV1rwJl-lQ8_d3XK6KvT5-hJ086_1KdixEMGqk867T83fZs9F2fIH1aC5GdZ8-cf1o7CzFZPgD21AsSX7wfM1wSKZ-t96HXUXwiuoE__Fh5fXHR-bA69keA/s1600-h/IMG_4204.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942178274160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EhcKmobX2yMQaVNwV1rwJl-lQ8_d3XK6KvT5-hJ086_1KdixEMGqk867T83fZs9F2fIH1aC5GdZ8-cf1o7CzFZPgD21AsSX7wfM1wSKZ-t96HXUXwiuoE__Fh5fXHR-bA69keA/s320/IMG_4204.JPG" border="0" /></a> And Paw Paw almost never got back up with he decided to do tummy time with her...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCBW3tftw4MQ41gqvBHEaAnwMskeZZ2bJsN5NQklqB5KKeJkWT3sqVs5aTKExF-hgpAImm4hUzZBJUcVgsYZLV5974WFM-K0MPJxaimlrA3vKBtsYhKdcnGLZ5jfOIAiJ7a2UiA/s1600-h/IMG_4187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942168312300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCBW3tftw4MQ41gqvBHEaAnwMskeZZ2bJsN5NQklqB5KKeJkWT3sqVs5aTKExF-hgpAImm4hUzZBJUcVgsYZLV5974WFM-K0MPJxaimlrA3vKBtsYhKdcnGLZ5jfOIAiJ7a2UiA/s320/IMG_4187.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aww, such a sweet picture.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36TJfR74LVSbcK0YWGd_OzJ4zVC2qYrtazNC5xnpNPKTGROfHwhl09lK_GquM7VuTrzCwybwQe0GJga6qkQrgdYQCRCwjFtBtmGs1RT9sAJtkdh_xwOjvZJ0iRQRY31oxqfjKwg/s1600-h/IMG_4164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942167375027650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36TJfR74LVSbcK0YWGd_OzJ4zVC2qYrtazNC5xnpNPKTGROfHwhl09lK_GquM7VuTrzCwybwQe0GJga6qkQrgdYQCRCwjFtBtmGs1RT9sAJtkdh_xwOjvZJ0iRQRY31oxqfjKwg/s320/IMG_4164.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then my baby Tia came by to visit on her weekend home from college. It was so good to see her and hear all of her adventures and revelations you get when you first step out into the real world. I hope one day she can mentor Charleigh to be a great Godly little girl like her :) P.S. Charleigh thought she was pretty funny too.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_7x1yfgTUvN5zbY8AijGkurteKl7sR2baaYsxoxV2H9e-iaDsoNNWMiPpVjE4g_wtedqBkCbTuHsYRoANTgDHUpfOfCBr5jYlk1kyYQUfBm-keQtUxzLj9_DSoWnzqQ0khXzeg/s1600-h/IMG_4162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942163279946530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_7x1yfgTUvN5zbY8AijGkurteKl7sR2baaYsxoxV2H9e-iaDsoNNWMiPpVjE4g_wtedqBkCbTuHsYRoANTgDHUpfOfCBr5jYlk1kyYQUfBm-keQtUxzLj9_DSoWnzqQ0khXzeg/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is one of the latest crafts I've been doing a lot of, appliquéd hoodies. This one was for my other sweetie Weston who went off to college and joined the Kappa Delta sorority. It's damask fabric with hot pink thread, way cuter in person!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412974307766541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZ19v6Hvl3JEMk9S05M3g8MgJ6UATwNwD6gEb1t7y6HOjcE32kwrUxw3O8bRJSWg8lKG5OcGkbXAWqwmXNaak3VXOocLAkCbyJXRdfgDBYN9BGst23cI2xPNmjZa2vNHA77Jl5g/s320/IMG_4236.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940016149341314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCU2aaddg5iJlsemH6ycTYookM-27Yq0zp9q7jA52rp2v3AZc_fQ8xxqtWuDu4T8nfd83MYTFBfGry8PFck_dGguAyjf93_KCfMRBSPY58-2OCnCZYHrbmaNAtTa6-QC3SaWSUrQ/s320/hoodie.jpg" border="0" /> Oh and, I totally "blinged" Charleigh's bottle. I know the picture is upside down, but Daddy didn't know that when he was showing me the bottle. Oh well. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940021981849346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaKQ7dew2G7AnI0ff-fH08Kf-yTzu2_j6VYAiZSl-UoRxkBC1IB_iwPgASK1Y8hk3YcPZP4MTUepzQp_2oHVtNx_zNIlFvwrZlnt9cWR1K1Uh789tw7isrPXb_X66bFqbRaXKLw/s320/IMG_4234.JPG" border="0" />I also decided to start making tutu's! They are so darn cute. Here is an Auburn one I made for Charleigh to wear during the Auburn/Alabama game in a couple weeks.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405846391872461650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwK8EH88Zh2SXduWSWwTsNFwui-CX951_Y1l4yuM3OobPpQNkguxFDzcVK4gyv-JS90BYiwi3BdXvT-SM2GLFST5MyMsOGiHBYXqIOqgBHMCxgBBDmNrMjF0IFor-Htyay9j6peg/s320/tutu.jpg" border="0" /> And I made this little purple and pink pettiskirt for little Vivian for her one year old birthday! It took FOREVER and was very tedious but, sooo cute. I can't wait to get pictures of her wearing it!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412977205913388386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7be4FJ-bzHTBGJxI52iWm9aRL4TB4mf7xcgQmzYuouIDNsK6AmQgnjN_0QofwiMJ9DeV2JbAqMNAc0fydF4LvCQ-AKaKdZpwYPg85tzh1NGmaJBDkeUin0oBC9ZidZdoyF0AB6Q/s320/IMG_4281.JPG" border="0" />Saturday night we went to the "baby's club". Which is just a group of new parents who all decided to get together and force our children to like each other. Right now, Charleigh is the only girl, but we are hoping Jeremy and Whitney will be joining our club when there little princess gets here! But for now, here's Charleigh with all her MEN:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonzOw7SEBfH9zcWY0CSQu5uDCOUmht3N7Vw252n-PrPnlhElx9vLyb4XFLhc2lXP3_fvk-0IL2lO-QLzuUjAxQTk-x0qh4fgGQt30wtbosgLe_tfCA7hwhFbOr6K7sTaHnsDUgw/s1600-h/hangout.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940015251010130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonzOw7SEBfH9zcWY0CSQu5uDCOUmht3N7Vw252n-PrPnlhElx9vLyb4XFLhc2lXP3_fvk-0IL2lO-QLzuUjAxQTk-x0qh4fgGQt30wtbosgLe_tfCA7hwhFbOr6K7sTaHnsDUgw/s320/hangout.jpg" border="0" /></a>So, other developments on the Charleigh front...she laughs SO much now. I know that if she is content and I talk to her in a high pitched voice, or smile at her...that I am guaranteed a smile back these days. I so love that.<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>She is also doing so well on the sleeping. She slept until 6:30 thursday night, with not so much as a peep throughout the night :) Woo Hoo! Then Sunday night, she slept until 7:00! Just keeps getting better :) Okay, and another thing she started doing, which may be totally inappropriate to talk about, is, pooting. I mean, she has been pooting since she was born, but it always came with she actually pooed. Now, she just poots with no poo. I am not sure if that is a milestone or anything, but, it's different!<br /><br />It takes some serious planning for us to get out and about these days, but we still do! Our favorite place to visit is the fabric store. This week we went with Whitney to help her pick out fabrics for her little baby's nursery. Oh and, I got a few things for myself as well...</div><div> </div><div>I think that is it for this week's update. If I get a few more minutes today I'll post what I have for week 10 too!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-32255214056985945232009-11-11T19:42:00.015-06:002009-11-16T12:35:05.942-06:00Births, and Baptisms, and Baldness, OH MY! (week 8)Tuesday afternoon Charleigh had a doctor's appointment..not her two month checkup, this was just an appointment I scheduled because I'm paranoid and wanted her to get checked out. Turns out, she was almost 10 pounds! Holy Mackrel! Doc said she should be eating about 3 oz and she is definitely eating about 5 during the day and 6 at night! PIGGY! As a matter of fact, we moved her up to a BIG bottle this week, you can only fit 4 ounces in the small one. It looks so much bigger than her! She does NOT have thrush, we aren't sure she really ever had it (her gums are just lighter, which looks like thrush!), her lungs sound good, explosive poos are okay apparently and she DOES indeed have some serious reflux. So she is now on Zantac (liquid version). Poor baby.<br /><br />Developmentally she is changing too. This week Jus and I noticed that she tries to watch TV. haha, she just ignored it before and now, she turns her head to look at the light box! She can totally get her thumb in her mouth to suck but it doesn't satisfy her (too small I think), she has much better control of her hands and sucks on them to soothe herself (gave one hand a hickey the other day), and she laughs at things that I say to her. She is laughing all the time now, I love knowing that she is a happy baby...all is right in my world as long as that girl is smiling :) On a not so good note, Charls is loosing her hair up front! Much like a receeding hairline. She's still adorable but it's quite noticable now. I am pretty sure it is coming back blonde under there.<br /><br />As for sleeping patterns, here is her sleep schedule as of now:bottle at 8:00, lay her down at 9 or 9:30 (swaddled of course), she wakes at about 4:30 or 5 (at times even 6!) to eat, and then goes back to sleep until 8 or 9. Such a good little newborn :) I'm thankful for her.<br /><br />Charleigh is also wearing size one diapers now, not because newborns don't fit, but because I ran out of Newborn diapers...haha, instead of buying a whole nother pack...we'll just go with what we've got! She's growing so fast these days that I know they won't be too big for long :)<br /><br />Oh, for the first time, I fed her in public! Don't worry, I was quite covered (I'm pretty modest). But, I was visiting with my family and refused to spend the last 30 minutes I had with them in the bathroom! So, I slouched in the back corner booth of tropical smoothie and used my hooter hider! Mission accomplished, my mom was proud.<br /><br />This week Charleigh and I traveled up to Bama to visit with my family. Mainly because two big events where happening...her cousin Camden was being born and my Grannie, who is 76, was being baptized after accepting Jesus as her savior just a few weeks earlier :) So we had to get ready for our big trip, which means, BATH TIME! I have to cutest video of her taking a bath but I didn't want her to hate me when she gets older because I posted her lady parts online for the whole world to see...so, we just have pictures for now :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763290191320706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixldpeqx-m89VEgBEZjlAhg8ZPbFoQETMF0-vyf9o4DayprLUeBWNzBQ3NxaPL5oYOQ5UE5km5dbyHXQg4QInDTB7iRJ4JGmcgOoVR9dreiBiPGbEDFgTJ_pZ8EBmwnTuK6NO_DQ/s320/IMG_4123.JPG" border="0" /><br />Look at her posing.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763515975349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdPGVgF4giJz-yi8ter2bErKjg63jnOt8coeKEyeTvpqJmR0rgqa0TN9mBAELaEb7m4zr8UiyWc_QiTy_9G7hIDsx2_UvCbzr9Ies-98nhru1ruodcbyOaX0nyS4yjd8zULBl4w/s320/IMG_4127.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763285854597538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE95B5QHmP8-Ee8-xWkuxmwJ592x0TmGg3dIyn72VudyvZk_d-ow_g6aJqwZcVgRrkHNjAOH43K2ojZ42s8LgajNmprCl6xwR1mfouXe7FXOylSzC8w5gyln-ljvhQCemBZCaeXw/s320/IMG_4121.JPG" border="0" /><br />And she can find a camera ANYWHERE...she loves them.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763519095422482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGk4dTAVNR3qBViPOYq4JvKKV6ac4KZ3m6fyoDmQ4OjKdiGJQUJOWaCzH0HLntWUp82Ie1LrLpZBfL10yXG5yrAz49tdSklt8H1s38nlWTxP6lg1EZ0oXT6GC_jgXiN8TzpnpoAA/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" /><br />I just love this picture because I never want to forget how little and sweet she is, and I adore when she looks up at me with those big blue eyes :)<br /><br />So, once we made it to Bama we went straight to the hospital where Lindsay and Camden where...yes, Camden is a little girl, apparently in our family we are all about the boy names on girls ;)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763266464994162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJT3qG1ExUT8GXe6CQ9qfTTsj8Y00aVMsZmOLN79nycR6pXbeMsMcAtTco6mWBd_xXHuNQ5R5dEG2MBRloiyXfYkEAP5AHRo-HAQCQpMhgzuRVxXTOTreBDd19CfZ73soxSObug/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763272310818258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwWt18pmyWbwItVkmGBirgzSwtysJqNGk5lM309N2uyTGZSbX71kvsBCBfeL9697sqYwQf0h4_nQKwaWRpQ55bZ69Ap-mD5g548kZlvxidnqYgn5UgpHK6VN9z8YGGjoOJfoTNg/s320/IMG_4134.JPG" border="0" /><br />Granny with her two newest Grandbabies!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763282027263538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vsBk-xaXE17v4yaIDkErIJfWOC4Vo2_3gtQEiPqN4iLfH6COwdbOdBDTX3Fx1Th1Wwe0f_tb3MvKwtq0dfmpdt8yrEC7JKb4NIVFmZql_20heoHxJ5ZbnSL5Yzz5rUmrboEGLQ/s320/IMG_4138.JPG" border="0" />Charleigh and Camden<br /><br />Charleigh loves my family. Here is picture of her playing with Aunt Jessica...I mean cracking up!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc8Edp9WXTjwyH1HJOc2aQYtmghGryGWQWZzxopyq3v4d67W-e6yykh-v5wDJYd420dKgZhlgASpuRZ6VBrn65t_HARNteoxz0OZL6xl_6DM3VLAiOu3JSXITOCwLV3va7p3SPg/s1600/photo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763762645612754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc8Edp9WXTjwyH1HJOc2aQYtmghGryGWQWZzxopyq3v4d67W-e6yykh-v5wDJYd420dKgZhlgASpuRZ6VBrn65t_HARNteoxz0OZL6xl_6DM3VLAiOu3JSXITOCwLV3va7p3SPg/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /></a> And Aunt Brandy LOVES to hold Charleigh the most!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763754083958226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-29B_S-y4FsU6dftDHv8W43-SzukRnuMkh6AIS-oETKwLKcXc3KXVaN_pudfFRlQoAIjid68uc4YZwXzqBLo2LZPWhVzKuFgjF2EKJCGOV50f-I9OHx5DSAh7S0P-ofF4fxv1g/s320/BrandyCharleigh.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Saturday morning me, Granny, and Sharry (and Charleigh of course), got up early and went to Santuck, which is a craft festival type thing they have once a month. We stopped at just about every booth and got some good stuff, well, i just spent money on food mostly :) Charleigh was such a good girl, her only mishap was when Sharry was holding her and she explosive pooped all over her (and the display we were standing next too...but we quickly walked away, sorry lady). Other than that, the day went smoothly.<br /><br /><br />Probably the sweetest part of the weekend was Sunday night when my Grannie got baptized! She is 76 and has been a practicing Mormon for 46 years...Right before my pastor put her under she proclaimed from the baptismal..."I found the WAY". She was so cute. She just accepted Jesus as her Savior a couple weeks ago. Pray for her discipleship and growth!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763751164789026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Q6tcltSib5dCxf73BQivFySQfEncYLv5_ibYqV6OiT00dg8xMbfK8VZ4TOP_Wfll9tOZC1DRWX9-kKBlLXeLSouv4iUjawkahco1UjvijNnjOX1dWZ1HH0tBch4NOocHdGETNQ/s320/IMG_4141.JPG" border="0" />The worst part of this weekend was missing Daddy so much :( We couldn't wait to get home to him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb69jzJ9w2jBf-A4-EVKQ1ovi-NzLn8N8ClZMTvuRqqkSjzjtGQQpPL-X0bi7VW-3IrMRkEIth8Q7JnCiObkvBGYwpANiHnkLCKXrI9rgFJGKGY7I-3VT2N8g2f4qnMQ7y9292Jw/s1600/dadCharleigh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763757817495666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb69jzJ9w2jBf-A4-EVKQ1ovi-NzLn8N8ClZMTvuRqqkSjzjtGQQpPL-X0bi7VW-3IrMRkEIth8Q7JnCiObkvBGYwpANiHnkLCKXrI9rgFJGKGY7I-3VT2N8g2f4qnMQ7y9292Jw/s320/dadCharleigh.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-45531662436786937832009-11-11T19:42:00.010-06:002009-11-16T11:42:54.185-06:00Trick or Treat! (7 weeks)Happy Halloween!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751361849372402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivrSGgrFEM25bxuM4AkW5vc2Ft2xTyHpqpVKGpHf8yK4yKFf8VgCEpZLeKC1JFSZfu_RuTZqHpn7NSodOtcCjx7SP3qogaq7p4jZDs-x7l720nRjqkfkOT9yv44MKWogZkZQR-JA/s320/IMG_4036.JPG" border="0" /><br />Charleigh had fun these last few weeks dressing up in her Halloween themed apparel...well, mommy had fun...<br />This week started out with our Chosen (Olive Baptist Girls' Ministry) Halloween Costume Party. I love those girls, they were all so cute in their thoughtful little costumes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEszCJVyjGa7Laz71wRhIMGUUTfuLWSHusxys0dO9cGZN_0jBevCTw81CCWSvOzu6ry1Ys9mhd7r1YkLgD9B7Ls893AhIPvIi99zSDfatRpvmeOPrCpTgj7LUy6ejy-m5S8x8hA/s1600/IMG_4040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404752368859205138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEszCJVyjGa7Laz71wRhIMGUUTfuLWSHusxys0dO9cGZN_0jBevCTw81CCWSvOzu6ry1Ys9mhd7r1YkLgD9B7Ls893AhIPvIi99zSDfatRpvmeOPrCpTgj7LUy6ejy-m5S8x8hA/s320/IMG_4040.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a blast just eating and dancing and of course...giving away PRIZES! The Prissy Pink Polka Dot donated a snazzy purple sweatshirt with our Greek Letters (Apha Omega) appliquéd on it in zebra print with lime green outline, and an adorable little embroidered polka dot Chosen travel mug! I forgot to take pictures...boo.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751347837387042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtUlf1Npbof45zwvviVQ49a48wrrKevZJBHGfPkqPgi1Av1AWVOFvSK7icMXS-2imNuGleGfGyqfTt38W2x6tIq-oS4G1nYXAkul2fN9PiQHAQSfmQPf4BDCjP3QRJSkYffDH-g/s320/IMG_4042.JPG" border="0" />Well, before I get on to the good stuff...AKA: Halloween, I must give you an update on our family, especially our cute little kumquat. Charleigh weighed 9 lbs 4 oz this week...yay, she's finally packing on the pounds! And I'll tell you why: GROWTH SPURT...you ask how I know? She is little Miss Piggy these days. She used to go three hours between feedings with no problem but now, she is rooting and crying by 2! So, I just feed her and, well, she grows!<br /><br />Also, I had my 6 week doctor's appointment on Thursday and he said everything looks great. He released me to do all physical activity...so here comes the workout which I must admit is SO hard to get motivated over :( But, at least I won't have to see my OB again until my check up in ONE YEAR. That is so weird to think about after getting used to seeing a doctor for pretty much every other week during my pregnancy. A welcome change. Although, I will say that my husband has other plans...he came to me the other day with the "best" idea (he proclaimed it as the best idea, not me). "Baby, do you realize that if we got pregnant again right now, our kids would be in the same grade?!? Let's do it!" Don't worry, after I picked myself off the floor from laughing hysterically, I smacked him :) But I know that secretly, the boy is serious!<br /><br />For now, I'll just enjoy the sweet angel I have already. Here she is loving her striped wall. She used to scream and cry when we would change her and now, she wants to lay on her changing table all day. She cracks up! This video was taken after she was already laughing pretty good, so you are just getting the tail end of our changing table time:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw71M5I4iOZNbDfxGOO2yMr6JXG0qjr2bbdDMQrqxB3cYXBF2khzoxtJw0lhq_q5Ruhntsh17-X0jY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Also, this week, Dan and Brandi Findley came to meet baby Charleigh...they had sweet little twin boys...that's also on Justin's list of things to do.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751354898715218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltq6qRWdPVV_4tty74_3qC3toqrcvoje-qwbQ3O7K3GVK1FqYf1JTSYFRzYpWxbZLJCX_25_U09rzrwtFK1KviQE6ZjXw_4OxHjgtZ0fVx7257Uee3_zKDnvSNM89wyQG7KC8hA/s320/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" /><br />Anyway, on to the fun Halloween pictures!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751977944276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eVmTS7WcEt_3xhRpmzpEN7lRi7DIQwbcnZtgei1qQwFEHNMZYwrtnw4pu325vPw7eaC9G7470qmN9se__dj1iNxQtNe5MpZUnj41b52RRdzRlwPSH0CQ_6uEqElWwZfO8OiKsQ/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" border="0" /><br />We went to the Olive Baptist Fall Festival early in the day and got to see lots of friends! Here is a pic of Charleigh and her friend Lyla, just a few month apart but it was fun to see that while Charleigh still just lays there, Lyla was crawling and picking things up! Charleigh will be there in no time :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4nUVmReT99w0YZCwvnJmnqmzIG7f8J6-_kghZIYlTyvJV-MEHxgBQ7l_6xkrubhtXF-0ovrikp2xFPi-0623XFKRyKeNZx4jUSdYAgzwK7XuLovfDwTnWbzAJiKkFtHfCUPkWQ/s1600/IMG_4112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404752241689584754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4nUVmReT99w0YZCwvnJmnqmzIG7f8J6-_kghZIYlTyvJV-MEHxgBQ7l_6xkrubhtXF-0ovrikp2xFPi-0623XFKRyKeNZx4jUSdYAgzwK7XuLovfDwTnWbzAJiKkFtHfCUPkWQ/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our mad pumkin carving skills...mine is the little traditional one, Justin's in the elaborate BOO ghost, and Charleigh's is the Ms. PotatoHead pumkin (she can't handle sharp objects yet). Thanks Big Mama for the PotatoHead kit :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751960619226562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAxrNIoadc-m2WY2UW_QVNdtvEyS_JTdpgcdwf4Ku9TUr46qsnFi25DDMQojsqD9vvfhds4AOmDUAxr9khNuUkilllIK_bKiBrMlsGdXHNM7s6h2Rzp0DKa81K5YiN5jhXUQpwQ/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" /><br />Which one is Charleigh?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751368448054898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAldez6Aqm8XFjubMz7qJ-lA4NuRQ-JBWZn1QlRFWYXERnJ4FrjMaYwUP3uHpgf9jymohfjiBvA-MxoV5XRMOd_Mak-Pj-sWbT1htsedCiJMILVy-fQ-W0_J-NeGoOj1lks_sEw/s320/IMG_4080.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751356499480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFdfiOvZWSBc_5nxDppVx3XEIZs6LTT4L-wqclBm0_YIZQTPCHoN5mu3JpG5Ahvlg3KbPdwGxlyILTwcRkixWoUdE2m-tHTt4CkRLCoWHR0Tvh2rbGk-ohtRPPEJ827gE8IIiRA/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" />She looks scared right!?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHimDDouOBt9l5qW5PtpuIihLWDwzs7UBHc0T1m9pNZqgq3O-WY-NjzYCM636AOTvjTsAyOSCcBO5umNXWDC1cvjnDcvoLnJOhADCa9xmPW1063SPNkcwXf-VHUA_cwC2TDXW7w/s1600/IMG_4101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404752237081788594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHimDDouOBt9l5qW5PtpuIihLWDwzs7UBHc0T1m9pNZqgq3O-WY-NjzYCM636AOTvjTsAyOSCcBO5umNXWDC1cvjnDcvoLnJOhADCa9xmPW1063SPNkcwXf-VHUA_cwC2TDXW7w/s320/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kurt, Toby (hippies), and sweet little Cooper (mouse, not bear) came to trick or treat at our house! He is so stinkin' cute I tell ya.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6hVpCgzMjYFJp6OGCa6petpA5vFuZtKMCZ8RA_ehd0FTw-kbwQzxf9h1fI_A4hyeLPGbSr_7k4RBaV7GBacxvLxn2eZgtxXKcylOAGTVf4PaYk7oAq9to539XfFHF_sXQ2NM-A/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751972627745778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6hVpCgzMjYFJp6OGCa6petpA5vFuZtKMCZ8RA_ehd0FTw-kbwQzxf9h1fI_A4hyeLPGbSr_7k4RBaV7GBacxvLxn2eZgtxXKcylOAGTVf4PaYk7oAq9to539XfFHF_sXQ2NM-A/s320/IMG_4095.JPG" border="0" /></a> You know how I am with themes...Since Charleigh was a quite adorable little sunflower, the rest of the family had to dress around her. Justin and I were gardeners (he was not included in the pictures because he kept taking off his hat and gloves and just looked like a slob instead..haha, instead he was taking the picture), and Prissy was a Bumble Bee (I figured that bumble bees LOVE flowers so, it fit)<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALjJsxA9qxGp-xT9Z7d4KC0f8NohDeoA-MxkkKoBmhlRIGY0phDFANnaB4LKXb5FVK43t2hvqUSAZiO-iyy1iw71xj2dACygAkzc6uDJ44WtzJH3YBG_ZduNPYUMzjxUidZeXxA/s1600/IMG_4092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751969901517794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALjJsxA9qxGp-xT9Z7d4KC0f8NohDeoA-MxkkKoBmhlRIGY0phDFANnaB4LKXb5FVK43t2hvqUSAZiO-iyy1iw71xj2dACygAkzc6uDJ44WtzJH3YBG_ZduNPYUMzjxUidZeXxA/s320/IMG_4092.JPG" border="0" /></a> She apparently felt that her costume was comfy as she napped most of the time.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOonkZTKL2EFcj0qUOUZfpymRyEbR1p-eRnZaPgj2CvlE7khcmkumVg9m5EPkIpJexYiGGqx8Dz_JD-kpPXOdJkCeSvmDxOaJKMiLzxYBa2SfR0gLUoT5GiWBBLxu28VwlH9ShXg/s1600/IMG_4091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404751965117756978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOonkZTKL2EFcj0qUOUZfpymRyEbR1p-eRnZaPgj2CvlE7khcmkumVg9m5EPkIpJexYiGGqx8Dz_JD-kpPXOdJkCeSvmDxOaJKMiLzxYBa2SfR0gLUoT5GiWBBLxu28VwlH9ShXg/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" /></a> What a cutie!</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-18256574679036312322009-11-10T16:16:00.003-06:002009-11-11T19:38:43.608-06:00Brrrr....(week 6)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFu0hvSBKpakGzU3TuLuhX_fSyuhbc_FJvCUndLrKqfs6JFBRJPX_ZUgVeZctV9n8jgm9i-LhqNuXRIYVCj629yRre7dLMZCggs-LWJVOW5mKRnd9oA7_k_PC2fyrW9kBMvk2FQ/s1600-h/IMG_4038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402604044169682562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFu0hvSBKpakGzU3TuLuhX_fSyuhbc_FJvCUndLrKqfs6JFBRJPX_ZUgVeZctV9n8jgm9i-LhqNuXRIYVCj629yRre7dLMZCggs-LWJVOW5mKRnd9oA7_k_PC2fyrW9kBMvk2FQ/s320/IMG_4038.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, it officially got cold this weekend, BOO! I am a warm weather kind of girl, but I will say that all these hormones are making me more hot natured and I actually don't mind the cool snap we're having :) The weather getting colder is not helping motivate me to lose the rest of my baby weight. If I am just going to have to cover up all of my hard work with big sweaters, I might as well wait until summer to work out right?!? haha. Nah, P90X is about to be my best friend :(<br /><br /><br />Well, this weekend we went up to Camden, Alabama with Ben and Ashley Nelson and their little cutey, Emorie, to "enjoy" the wilderness...AKA: our husbands really wanted to hunt so they coaxed us into coming along with the babies so they didn't feel so guilty about leaving us at home ;) But we won't let them know we are in on their strategy. It was fun to sit and talk to someone else who had a child the same age...get tips and pointers from each other. Ashley and I laid a guilt trip on the boys everyday for fun :) We're evil, we know.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsPJgB5Ma5wvQdnY0xiv6b97ob5w6X0XiN4uhh1OWqwZw7HdKrP3wmt6VkJrT6oVhhRL_xAVeIS7GTQ07IEXWRsLr3WU3Xgd0MlUgYww7hwqEHYoT62yZCxk0Rl6mflYNKEwHqw/s1600-h/IMG_4037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402604041538064946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsPJgB5Ma5wvQdnY0xiv6b97ob5w6X0XiN4uhh1OWqwZw7HdKrP3wmt6VkJrT6oVhhRL_xAVeIS7GTQ07IEXWRsLr3WU3Xgd0MlUgYww7hwqEHYoT62yZCxk0Rl6mflYNKEwHqw/s320/IMG_4037.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Onto other news this week, Charleigh broke the 8lb mark...woo hoo! She's getting a tiny bit of rolls here and there. But, she is so long that it all kind of spreads out.</div><div> </div><div>Here she is doing some Tummy Time...I believe we will have a crawler sooner rather than later, Oh boy...<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwgFWGG91BAOhPBZT1G7nIFCaA8iYil1de-nlYwMAj-ZrEIrata359wyNYg6mUm5A2Sf7DzlJE7XKU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div>And lastly, at 6 weeks old we decided to try Charleigh in her crib at night, all alone in her very own room without us...I felt so sad about this. I loved having her so close to me in her little Bassinet but as a mother, my success is determined by the fact that I raise my children to be independent of me. I hate that though, I want her to NEED me. But, I know she will be better off if she can survive on her own. Plus I figured it would be less tramatic to her if she got used to sleeping in her own room and bed while she is still young and doesn't know any better...it would be SO hard to put a 1 year old in her room and here her cry and call my name...it just wouldn't EVER happen at that point...</div><div>Turns out, she did great! We have the sound monitor, the video monitor AND the breathing monitor all hooked up in there so you would think I would just relax and get some sleep. But, I was just so frazzled that first night without her. I just stared at the video monitor all night long and kept going in there to check on her. But each night since then has gotten soooo much easier. She loves her crib and I LOVE that little girl! Plus I don't have to worry about the noise Justin and I make disturbing her any more :)</div><div> </div><div>Well, that is all for now, Halloween is in next week's update so that will be a FUN one!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-54463996672858233152009-11-02T14:18:00.006-06:002009-11-02T15:32:09.578-06:00Projectile vomitting anyone?<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605841842183410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJf62sdlJXVusyHrMoMcr_to7t8Vfb0BWAbp90ukduLP5bk8LBgo9fzfshA_FfwiPQ-ETG0GW6T2Uc8q05VOrxZ4yrfnPwZ4YHYqJ6SSLiGW9MkI_hpb2LKQlrr-M1RuIWiGkNRg/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Well, I have to stop labeling these blogs by weeks because now everyone uses months to describe how old a baby is...so confusing. Anyway, here is what happened during Charleigh's <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">5th week</span></strong> on this earth :)</div><div><br />Things I've noticed about Charleigh this week: She now follows us with her eyes. Even from birth this girl has been nosey. If someone was in our hospital room talking, she would turn her head toward them, as if she was eavesdropping on their convo. But now, I can tell she SEES us. It's almost heartbreaking when I lay her down in her crib and she keeps her eyes on me the whole time as I'm walking away...it's like her little eyes are saying, "Mommy, don't leave me here!" But she doesn't cry so, I keep walking, I know it's better for her to not be dependent on me so, I just go into the other room and cry...haha! Also, she definitely recognizes our voices over everyone else. If someone is holding her, talking and playing with her and I say something across the room....she breaks focus and finds me! I love it! Is that selfish to say?<br /><br />This week we made a lunch date with daddy and headed up to his office to show Charleigh off to all his co-workers. Although, they didn't seem too over-excited to meet her. Justin says he forces them to look at pictures of her all day long so they are kind of over it...:( But, they did like her and visited with her a bit. We will have to make weekly lunch dates with daddy a regular thing!</div><div> </div><div>Charleigh also started laughing at ME when I do pat-a-cake with her! She would only laugh at my mom (Granny) when she did it, but would cry when anyone else tried. But now...she like when I do it too! Still cries when Daddy tries :(<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxWMqboIwxdzs-PL9QjxzXXH9UF6TwyMrOt7x97WC6qzWQBJRfpuLjR5Zy-ury2ReVLU_2cI35Zg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We found out this week that Charleigh has thrush. Babies get this when their mother is given antibiotics during labor...anyone who has a c-section gets tons of antibiotics, and some mothers who deliver naturally do as well. Anyway, apparently the antibiotics get into the baby's system as well and kill all the bacteria, even the good stuff, which throws off thier balance of bacteria vs. yeast. Then, the yeast multiplies and creates a yeast infection in the baby's mouth. It shows up like a white film in her mouth. Anyway, she apparently had this for a long time before I knew it and while breastfeeding she passed the infection to me! Oh no! so we are both on meds :(</div><div><br />So, remember I talked about how I got scared that Charleigh might not be gaining enough weight?? So, my solution was to feed her until she could eat no more. Oh and I did. But this night my little darling decided to give a little bit back to me. We fed her her last feeding of the night, the only bottle she has during her day and the little piggy ate 6 ounces (that's a lot for a newborn) but, she just kept eating....So, about an hour later I go to laid her down for the night. She was still awake when I put her down so about 15 minutes later I decided to go check to see if she had fallen asleep, right when I walked in and peeped into her bassinet, I saw her gag and then projectile vomit spewed from every orface! Even her little nose. I sat her up ASAP as I didn't want her to choke and then hollared for Justin because I was scared to death. Coming from a baby that NEVER spits up, I couldn't fathom how she could throw up SO much at one time. So, we cleaned up her bassinet and changed her clothes and I just held her for a little while. I was shaken up but she was smiling...must have been a relief to her?? So, I finally got the courage to lay her back down and BAM, she did it again. The one seemed as if it shot across the room! I was frantic and called my mom to make sure she wasn't dying! For the next few hours I refused to lay her down, I held her upright in my arms and let her go to sleep that way...I just knew she was going to be hungry soon since she just disposed of all her dinner. Finally, Justin convinced me to lay her down again for the night and she did just fine. And she didn't want to eat again for another 7 hours! I guess all that was just extra that we fed her :( It was scary none-the-less.</div><div> </div><div>Speaking of feeding, she has really started to put on the weight now! She's finally around the 8 lb mark...newborn clothes here we come!<br /><br /><br />We've gotten on a pretty good schedule these days. Every three hours we Eat, Play, Sleep nd then start all over again :) Then a night her sleep schedule is: bottle @ 8, put down at 9, asleep by 9:30, wakes to eat at 3 or 4, wake at 8. I can live with that schedule for now :)</div><div><br />Alright, so the one exciting thing that happened this week was MY BIRTHDAY! Charleigh and I met Auntie Audrey for lunch (at La Hacienda). It was there first meeting and I brought a bottle along so Audge could feed her! So cute!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605865982956402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82_2mXkD87w1gOjO8P9qqzb6O5AhOeXmDDnS3GNtAablF3nYWMeLTXEg3MYuZxi0j3IaveelgKWuhCUOlXekWbJXbgmIeDvqibOptZTd09Yq9edJGHN1SUxbt1hlZ_OTZbgBHSw/s320/IMG_4034.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>So, I asked Jus if we could take Charleigh to a pumpkin patch to pick out a carving pumpkin or 3! So we did, I dressed Charleigh up in a homemade Halloween outfit and it was so fun to be able to be all kiddish during a holiday, we needed Charleigh to give us that excuse again :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399607047748045138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrMv9lovZSDCVQmROFw8h6STZvhShfKGHleboSaNa47uwq6CYpRVpcxKK3yVOP4CccpT7d-iKjcuKE5c7icuFxpr8zYH89GnSvqGRd-q4YFfP454hEwMKw4dqQtkjpMIlaojlcw/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>They had the cutest scene set up for picture-taking so we took advantage of it.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606433727712162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaUy6mBkVn541-MppzzxmyVlYJmTdsLS2L5xX0kYwTsfGcHnbp7UZLsc6I8urrEdIuABhzEF6L94M-NkDyo5KTagp5iE4nI14tTuJQmvbushVaHuxQvryWjI7BT-GEkaLURKJjQ/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>And you KNOW I had to include my favorite picture from the night...Charleigh's rebelious behavior has begun! Hehe! I love her anyway!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399605854909385154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXQ8fnvjcWBMqCZXgNIo3o8_aZHlNZEkhim9Cggj5ukmW_mEyxyjF98_Hel1QpaMW8IQYPz8Bajm1_4Si7c1bIDai7DAV_0oLGXJyNcdsdeKq93-f0dABfHnZzPc03ag29hKooA/s320/IMG_4012.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Then we headed to La Ha for my birthday dinner...we talked about somewhere nicer but...who am I kidding, I stinkin' LOVE La Ha! (Yes, I went to the same place for lunch and dinner, it was a GOOD birthday)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606448218515234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCX3XZBDnEAWI3cxg68yH6k9HQhXYgjcsHFCZdIviPSRDcfNU6J07zHGFjqe3-P8ehAaKUTEHaOrIe2lpbCIubf3f6a-riqFYEZwKCUsIbhV02Y6PqVmPICYyqBQGu8dkxhtK8bw/s320/IMG_4030.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><div><div><div> Justin thought it was SO funny to get them to sing to me with the funny hat...hilarious Jus, hilarious!<br /><br /><div>And I'll leave you with one more festive picture of my darling....ARG!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399606444377103058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepW9ps5GSxjumkxxrNyw0pxSn_dptxSAl_uUIPRCf9vVoERhqWUESJ_SgOKBRJ385EHK2l1NspM_YFUbUx2p8Kzsa6-90ystLyr729Kw6uYifsVwkiI9ZMhdOPjEHSDrLkRS0XA/s320/IMG_4036.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-11573483819398080412009-10-14T14:28:00.005-05:002009-11-01T20:36:54.616-06:00One month old...Beach bum already<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajQEy6fQW2Qi6F63LOpZHpEsXdchoEkw2A8qja9575-9IMTCKi2homddfJnX2VMx5P-cscDT59x2QaZRGLg4nqlBxDDWRo5S0ojJSdBkgoMyOULDp6Aya1GWgkX4bC-HxJJ0TRw/s1600-h/family.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533827809602738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajQEy6fQW2Qi6F63LOpZHpEsXdchoEkw2A8qja9575-9IMTCKi2homddfJnX2VMx5P-cscDT59x2QaZRGLg4nqlBxDDWRo5S0ojJSdBkgoMyOULDp6Aya1GWgkX4bC-HxJJ0TRw/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /></a> Woah! How did we get here so fast? My sweet baby is one month old already. I need to know how to slow time down a bit. Well, one solution is to get as much of this on video as possible so, Justin and I are ordering a really cool HD camera so that we can have baby Charleigh forever...even when she's 16. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396748221599396658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDi3PDObvLFa6mkemInCO_KqSnHWX2SGbOpv61c4-cPdexGV2wMrsKfBJKKE0O69tBV9UZI9ptsF83t5ZGQhRoy2wIG6aupNQdS1rLhjP6-OQRLA2YjVzOe0ST4tSakVzjcR-YQQ/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" border="0" />This week held lots of excitment as Charleigh was about to meet her only Tyner cousin, Jackson. He was so excited to meet her and super cute about the whole thing. He said in his 4 year old voice, "I just can't stop holding her..."<br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div>We headed off to the annual family reunion on Grayton Beach. We could only stay one night as we were still getting the hang of the whole newborn thing, and we had a few other things we had to get back for. But, the short time we had, we milked! It was Charleigh's first trip to the beach and I was anxious to see if she was going to be my beach buddy for years to come, or if she would scream and cry and my beach days would be over...she LOVED it! Just slept most of the time (which is totally fine with me) and was quite content when she was awake...SCORE!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533847515790946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XzucSQ8ivq8EJdN-6lRtRL9JLk5osfq-ZFgzaKbqx71JfotTL695vDrMQiGDHfdbPIZV7mOu9DqC6yGlmvcc8w4RS4gA2CM10uwj3-DgQludjncqQ0ioWoy3Ki0Uj5MGCw_gzA/s320/IMG_3977.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>This year's beach trip wasn't all fun and games unfortunately. While frolicking in the water, playing a game of catch with his brother...Justin lost his wedding ring! :( We all searched the ocean high and low for a good while but, no luck. (What were we thinking anyway). Sigh...so, seems like I know what Justin is getting for Christmas (I can't have him walking around without a wedding band, all those girls might think he's available... haha)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533837660552642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU03VsypLdB5vPMWmlYyewxBfeMtuiUM8T6nBzRtCK4DdPqt9CQhQ_2kGJ_DkoGCUicsUgXuNKtdnLDJKrHtWkOClcgv7oa_7ia7QpJJuW_BTuD_jEmNY8rrr2LX-573HV2IPcg/s320/IMG_3958.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I feel the need to make a list of things we LOOOOVE so far, things that make our days easier:</div><br /><div>#1 - The Sun Dome: Note to beach-loving mothers out there....the Sun Dome is amazing. Great invention. It kept her out of the scorching sun but has vents on the sides to let some of the breeze through, that way she stayed fairly cool. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533835359235938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbxmerZMmNBMDB1Z2_3Y9YnYwd05Jn8iUlqWU4Mp0s-CYm-cQcDbuGWp5X0SK9tgPk_D4QQnITRi01-aKZ08LKfcFS4tB24ssQGy0moFLKOrqfhsZhj3zhCQS_MDLnO9WS-DGLg/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" border="0" />#2 - The Soothie Pacie: My oh my, my little darling LOVES her pacie. But only her Soothie pacie. And actually, only the green one, I tried to get her a pink Soothie (because it would coordinate with most of her outfits) but NO, she spits it right out and cries. Oh, and I discovered the best invention at Storkland...Wubba Nubs. All it is is a Soothie Pacie with a little stuffed animal attached to the end of it. I know it sounds weird but that little animal (ours is a duck) helps weigh down the pacie and keeps it in her mouth better! It's pretty cool. She is so cute when she holds onto duckie's little wings :)</div></div><br /><div></div><div>#3 - White Noise Machine: Charleigh loves background noise. I guess it's because for the first few weeks of her life she ALWAYS had a visitor and there were always people chatting in the background. So, a friend of ours gave us a noise maker that I turn on during sleep times and, she loves it, goes right to sleep :) Although, I am looking for a more portable version, ours is quite large. I'm suddenly sorry I made fun of Jill for all those years!</div><br /><div>#4 - Her Swing: This kid LOVES to swing. Since she is quite an alert baby, she only naps a couple times a day (which is not a lot for a kid so young) so the only way I get a shower some days is to put her in her swing. She will sit forever (if I'd let her) in that thing just swinging away. She likes to pick one spot on the wall and stare at it as she goes back and forth listening to her classical music. Most babies go to sleep in their swings but not Charleigh, she is too excited to see everything pass her by over and over again...she's so darn cute.</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwh2pCeZu2ivqGBThvO32M1Kz6lv3JmAFuJjHxJGk1ObOaPH7kuctu353PM_Y0jOYiGe2exHZg1dTI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div>#5 - Gripe Water: So we really like Mylicon but for hard core tummy issues, and hiccups, Gripe Water (by Baby Bliss) is our go-to product. She seems to like how it tastes and it ALWAYS gets rid of her hiccups, which she has a lot of. Plus, there are times I give it to her and I can hear it working in her tummy. </div><br /><div>#6 - Humidifier: You have to have one of these for any baby out there. If i hear a little rattle in her breathing, I just turn it on at night and by the next morning she is free and clear :)</div><br /><div>#7 - AngelCare Movement Monitor: I think I mentioned this in an earlier post...it's a monitor that detects her breathing. After 20 seconds of no breathing it sends an alarm to me. It really works...100%. I LOVE it. I would not sleep if I didn't have this assurance. I will also include her video monitor in #7...so great!</div><br /><div>#8 - Kiddopotamus SwaddleMe Blanket: I've read that just because your baby breaks out of their swaddle right after you do it, doesn't mean they don't like to be swaddled...they're newborns and can't control their arms and legs, they don't know that they are messing up their swaddle. I also read that swaddlig helps with a plethora of things, especially sleep so I was bound and determined to swaddle Charleigh as long as I could. This blanket (from Target) has velcro closure in order to keep the baby from breaking out. I know that some people think that is cruel, so for those of you out there...I'd advise you not to use this blanket. But, for my little darling...she LOVES it! She has slept sooo much better since we've started using it. </div><br /><div>Okay, I'll stop the countdown for now but, I am sure we will find new things that we LOVE.<br /></div><div><div>At this point in Charleigh's life, we are still dealing with the problem of no clothes fitting her! Most of her newborn outfits are still too big and lord knows her 0-3 month stuff swallows her whole. Started to worry that she wasn't gaining enough weight because she is a month old and NEWBORN clothes don't fit her! Plus she is in the lower percentile on her weight gain (I track it religiously) so, in my haste, I started feeding that girl until she popped, and the weight gain has definitely picked up!</div><br /><div>Another delima...a mullet! I'm glad she has hair and all but it is starting to get longer in the back, and although I have a strong desire to cut it already, my mom advised me that all little girls have to go through that stage before their hair can grow out. So, I guess my daughter's mullet is inevitable :(</div><br /><div>I started pumping this week. I don't love the act of pumping but I DO love that Justin can now get in on the feeding game :) And I love that when we are out and about, I have another option of feeding her. Speaking of which, Charleigh got her first bottle this week as well. I was afraid she wouldn't take it, as most moms warn you, but she wasted no time chowing down that sucker. And she hasn't had any confusion when I breastfeed her regularly either. So now, her last feeding every night is a bottle and her daddy gets to feed it to her, unless there is a visitor that wants to help and daddy doesn't mind.</div><br />In "not so good" news...I left Charleigh for the first time :( I went to my high school girls' bible study and left he with her daddy and Big mama. She did great and actually, since I was teaching the whole time, I didn't get a chance to really dwell on the fact. But I have never been so ready to get home!<br /><br /><div>So, I mentioned that she was back to sleeping better again. Well, I have news, this week she slept 6 1/2 hours, then 7 1/2 hrs, then 9 hours straight! Without a feeding. Now, this is not an every night thing yet but, it's progress for sure. Not like it really matters how long she sleeps, if she doesn't wake up to eat, I have to get up and pump regardless so, no rest for the weary :(<br /></div><div>And the last cute things she started this week was screaming "ah!" She'll be sitting in her swing and if she is ready to get out, instead of crying, she yells, "ah!" haha. It's really cute. She does it periodically. Sometimes it's a mad "Ah" and sometimes it's happy "Ah".</div><div> </div><div>Summary of one month with baby Charleigh: I am blessed to be her mommy. She is making me paranoid beyond belief. I adore every inch of her body. And The Great I AM Still Is!</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-10508406333011208752009-10-14T14:25:00.006-05:002009-10-22T15:21:23.111-05:00On the Road Again! (Week 3)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutdiC2ZiXR5anhR_Jpy8zLq18qMnT4Dx0jFNXmiXCXuIb1C52OfWFn_QeUSUcfYvsihKoxdFnksBSqy7IUPQ3Qt_-XA0rjBpXRJW3thUAp9ZHHb4Kp6TInJzEi38dXvqoPOzfTQ/s1600-h/IMG_3874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393308160444001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutdiC2ZiXR5anhR_Jpy8zLq18qMnT4Dx0jFNXmiXCXuIb1C52OfWFn_QeUSUcfYvsihKoxdFnksBSqy7IUPQ3Qt_-XA0rjBpXRJW3thUAp9ZHHb4Kp6TInJzEi38dXvqoPOzfTQ/s320/IMG_3874.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span>! this week <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Charleigh's</span> pesky umbilical cord fell off...finally! Her doctor says she'll have an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">innie</span> :)<br /><br /><div><div>Also this week, I went to see my doctor for the first time since the surgery. He removed my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">steri</span>-strips (which were the only thing holding my incision together) and said everything looked great. He even released me to drive! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PTL</span>, I was getting crazy being locked up with no way to get out. </div><br /><div>So, that weekend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jus</span> and I loaded up my car, and I mean LOADED, and headed out on her first trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bama</span>. One of the first things you realize when you become a parent is...you NEVER travel lightly anymore! We had her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">carseat</span>, stroller, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pak</span>-n-play, diaper bag, bag for all her other things, my bag, Justin's bag...and I am sure some other things I am forgetting to name! So, far, whenever I take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Charleigh</span> anywhere she just sits in her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">carseat</span> happily and after a while falls asleep. I assured Justin of this behavior and we set off for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Bama</span>. Wouldn't you know that 10 minutes down the road she started screaming! I mean that horrible cry that has a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">vibrato</span> in it. By the sound of things I wouldn't have been surprised if a masked man was back there torturing her. So, Justin immediately pulled over and we decided that I would sit back there with her for our trip. I took my place in the backseat (no masked man mind you) and she sat happily the whole way there. She was just lonely I assume.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395520826772399234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYrpaNeCa6m1GsyZWxiZZ0jvsBKTkFPj2khFuCH01aargQK5Y1MLufq-R60SLnYYU-gV9VEZdVzngjjCx-6Wu61sMkHfvtIbLpZLjmVMYRzgJbY2RvJb7YFrjkFsgVDn_9kieQw/s320/tatum.jpg" border="0" />Well, once we got there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Charleigh</span> got to meet all her other cousins that she hadn't gotten to meet at the hospital :) Here she is with Tatum (sorry it was the only picture I had and it was taken with my phone, Mom is supposed to be sending me more!) Tatum LOVED Charleigh. She kept saying that Chaw-leigh looks just like her :) and she asked to hold her like 20 times. So cute. Some of them where so excited to meet her and held her repeatedly...others were happy just to look at her and keep walking. One thing we did learn was that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Charleigh</span> fits in perfectly with the Shirley family...all 50 of us. We had her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Pak</span>-n-Play set up in the living room, laid her down for her nap, and she slept...while 20 other screaming, laughing, and crying kids ran by. She never flinched :)<br /><br /><div>On Sunday we celebrated Lindsay/Camden's baby shower and headed home at a decent hour. It was so good to see everyone again. It's different visiting now that we have a child. I get more excited for everyone to see her again and really sad to make her leave them :( We can't wait to go back when Camden is born!</div><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Charleigh</span> is changing so much it seems. I know if I, her mother, who is with her every waking hour, can see it, then it must be evident to everyone else out there. It makes me excited to see who she will grow in to and look forward to all the things she's learning how to do. But, really sad at the same time, I want her to stay little forever! I want to be able to cuddle her whenever I want...</div></div><br /><div>One bad change that I've noticed is that she has all the symptoms of reflux (and although I didn't know it, explosive poo is a symptom...check...she has it). But she wasn't spitting up. I did some research and talked to my pharmacist friend and found out she has silent reflux. Basically it means that she DOES spit up, but she keeps it in her mouth and swallows it. Since this diagnosis I have watched her closely, I'll hear her burp, and I KNOW it should be a wet burp but nothing ever comes out of her mouth...but just a couple seconds later, I hear her swallowing! Ew, I know it sounds gross, but I think she is just a thoughtful child and doesn't want Mommy to have to clean up spit up all the time. Poor baby. So, I started burping her religiously, by rubbing, not by patting. And I'm having her sleep on an incline. It seems to have worked for the most part. I still notice some of the symptoms but much less often and, it doesn't seem to bother her too much :)</div><br /><div>One very good change is that she is sleeping at night again. I'll talk next week about some different tricks we've used to get her to do that :)</div><br /><div>The next post will be her ONE MONTH post! I can't believe it already.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-43303050966004346672009-10-14T14:24:00.004-05:002009-10-16T15:39:26.284-05:00I'm gonna be a Supermodel (Week 2)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4UnnUmWJs9GfcPiCdoPlNBAwxQGXGquObg3fFxno7ouhOVSKE3ri3EZILK3Jtue0B0O9ht7vV-bEi9T_qURjGvBgOGKdCCmPaOSzMSlDskf7_9Z7mypDZIV33XkiSMkBgUrmhQ/s1600-h/IMG_3822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300035257057282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4UnnUmWJs9GfcPiCdoPlNBAwxQGXGquObg3fFxno7ouhOVSKE3ri3EZILK3Jtue0B0O9ht7vV-bEi9T_qURjGvBgOGKdCCmPaOSzMSlDskf7_9Z7mypDZIV33XkiSMkBgUrmhQ/s320/IMG_3822.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture just makes me laugh.<br /><div><br /><div>Well, week two brought the diva out of my little girl. She got her newborn photos done by Rae Leytham and MY are they cute. Yes, I've seen them but don't have them in my possession quite yet. Be sure that I will post them on here once they are mine :) On top of that, my mom works at my old church in Bama and they have a "church photographer" who absolutely LOVES my mom. So, when we were in Bama, he wanted to take a 4 generation picture with my Grannie, Mom, Me and Charleigh...he piddles with a few other pictures as well. I have yet to see those pictures but again, when I get them...you'll get them! :)</div><br /><div>Last Monday, you know the week after I gave birth, the Girls' Ministry started back up for this year. I just KNEW I would be well enough to lead the thing but...one baby and a c-section later...I was in NO shape to go in public. So, I passed all my preparation to good 'ol Whit and the rest of my leaders came together and did AMAZINGLY! I love those ladies. Since then, I've been able to be there and lead my sweet high schoolers. It's one of the only places in my week that I HAVE to be...it's nice to still have a bit of normalcy.</div><br /><div>On to something that is not so normal...but SOOO appreciated: DINNER! Our parents and friends have been awesome. From buying us groceries to bringing us home cooked meals, I seriously don't know what we would have done without them. I mean there were nights when I didn't even think of what we would have for dinner until they showed up at our door with food...I then thought, "Oh yeah, I guess we need to eat". So thank you if you were one of our many contributors!</div><br /><div></div><div>At the beginning of this week, Justin returned to work and my mom came back to help me while he was there. We took Charleigh on her first trip out of the house (besides the hospital). You'll never guess the exciting place we went...THE BANK! Booo! We'll it had to be done, I feel she will now be a responsible citizen of our country. I couldn't let that be her only impression of the outside world sooo, we went to Target too! A few days later, she got to go to TJMaxx! Woo hoo! I don't know what I would have done without my mom and I think that with her help, by the end of the week, Justin and I were prepared to do the parenting thing ourselves. Whew! It was sad saying bye to Granny and Papa (PaPa came back to pick Granny up).</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287790741692866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4IbAXMIWYYGniFNkGUgOsDdkwopze3d7DQ-Uz_Rb_al39JE4S5U0R5qgO3vwCO7nya8-UkA2p6Vwdy1MCcJYa5MP0sWyZMJ_cO4ZhtccHDhcXZU79Mgo3h4jtBZ1jOpjSXkJag/s320/IMG_3803.JPG" border="0" />But luckily, Charleigh is about to have a baby cousin named Camden and we knew that we would be traveling up to her baby shower and would get to see Granny and PaPa again in the next week or so :) yay! </div><br /><div></div><div>That weekend was the Texas vs. Texas Tech game so Charleigh showed her support with her Mommy...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287785258313058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRK7qHKdEP6AbPOHyd_TXqIMQCtC044MsAVzZ51o9xkbZzCML1EGSNoYK9FuCcmDDBLLwbQylPcalr3TIR1OF7hT73AW3-ajKCE7dpLxpQ-BLZ9-iRjtNuAQyKubvEcGa7JtOng/s320/IMG_3750.jpg" border="0" />I just love comparing pictures of Charleigh with pictures of my childhood:<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287776605126930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjP2GRJbe4bivzQqLIPTI5KSVgEtkQwe4CtPgXQoRMXEsg2Er5c-OXi_F2noqehmOcDKDOAN_dOifbq8T57tHBiusto_bIAJfregHzOcYg4qotY83egBXL3aRwqEOGE6ujBJ8Eg/s320/IMG_3741.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393293551616716402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRPrgJkiIHtmsIGbEse9_q61B3F2Uhz3yQx5Fek8vBjMidpDSxiAYtFJDTiGG8j8jHQXoF-qctjbcJmD3lG5Jlr3uCRAt1tWlHnA8yCA1k5T1cJRxtfEk5H_8x6lde8ybBfnAdg/s320/longhorns.JPG" border="0" />At 13 days old, we introduced Charleigh to the Lord's House...yep, we took her to church. It was quite panicky for me. I carried around my spray hand sanitizer and threatened to squirt anyone who touched her, actually did squirt a few. I am so afraid of the Swine Flu for her little body...or any sickness at that! She seemed to like church. She just slept through it all, she did let out a little grunt when Pastor Traylor started preaching...I think it was a grunt of approval. (or gas)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393287797644094978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAeXPiyWuQn1yqc1voIxq7zEUIbZe8qsoI2JQ1auOYNDSCs32OMl5pKn4c8PGzsJRs0whlIrR6ats1FGrngS7XssIggCYkXXQJs0gQQrCCpX-tjSmikHKErsw6Nen1SvG0Z6Trw/s320/IMG_3808.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>So, as of 2 weeks, this little booger is a great baby. She started off the week sleeping so well. I would wake her every few hours for feedings, and she would wake up periodically and wimper but not too often. Ohhh, but then the end of the week came and she decided to turn into a newborn! We had about 3 or 4 bad nights...which seemed really bad because we got spoiled at first. She seemed to develop lots of gas pains and some other issues (which I later found out was silent reflux...more on this next week). I used Mylicon like there was no tomorrow. It worked okay at times, but at other times, nothing could make her feel better. I have to say, that even through the bad nights, she never really "cries"...just wimpers, and grunts...and you know that baby is hurting :( Breaks my heart.<br /><br /><div></div><div>On a great note, she had her two week checkup with her new pediatrician, whom we LOVE, and everything looks great! Doc said her weight was in the 30th percentile, her head was in the 25th percentile and her height was in the 75th percentile. She didn't get any shots this time so it was a quick, pleasant visit. Beware the 2 month appointment...</div><br /><div></div><div>So, that's all for this week. Week 3 will be up soon I hope :)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-66259598625076350442009-10-04T18:37:00.009-05:002009-10-07T16:48:39.726-05:00My Miracle Baby (Week 1)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916091143973298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0q23DHfi_Yy5E1rkA8FscLKkyHr7NqOKpNssG4Xmyg8F4-1DJgS6CegR8kjcZ6QRojO952Qn2IfsEXGROoyzcJspRMyR9oiKvOw6qyW63vHdJE487FGwXvJcyoH_nE92l-8NbA/s320/DSC_1909.JPG" border="0" />Okay, so I know we are going on our 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> week of having our precious <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Charleigh</span> girl and I haven't updated the blog yet. It's just that every time I think to update I get overwhelmed because there is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SOOO</span> much to share! So, here is how I plan to remedy this. I am going to post about week 1 right now, no more, no less. Then, the next time I get a free minute, I'll let you know about week 2, etc. Sound good? So, here we go... (most of the pictures from the hospital are on facebook if you want to see more) <div><div><div><br /></div><div>So, we got to the hospital at 5:30AM on Monday, September 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> 2009. They took me back to triage and started up my IV and paperwork. It took a couple hours for them to pump all the fluids and antibiotics in to me, but in the meantime, our families started to show up to wish us luck....complete with "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Charleigh</span> shirts". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">haha</span>, have you ever heard of such? The g-ma's (and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">jo</span>) had shirts that said "Team <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Charleigh</span>" and the g-pa's had airbrushed shirts made (in pink) that said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Charleigh's</span> Paw Paw" and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Charleigh's</span> Pa Pa". They are so crazy, yet adorable :) Justin was so cute in his scrubs. I mean, REALLY cute...I tried to persuade him to go to nursing school just so he had to wear those suckers everyday...He really did <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">resemble</span> George <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Clooney</span>!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908742206910418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrBym9PgWkbAErpIIt9FdkA7u3d9M5X6VmLdXhini4R4MH0FYgKzl3_Cj5b742pWfQc9P5RSa2SJkfFC2c5-0DF7zssNbIGB7oYcC62Pte8FM6gO71nSPLO3aAmB-78UkjV5ZXQ/s320/DSC_1538.JPG" border="0" />I can honestly say that no matter how much I had prepared myself for that moment before surgery, I was scared. I mean, really scared! But having everyone there to take my mind off things helped calm my nerves. One thing that I could have done without...the nurse that was overseeing my IV told me that my BIG room wasn't ready for me yet and I'd have to wait a couple hours while the girl in the room got released. No big deal right? So, nosey me, I ask, "Oh did she have a baby too, why is she having to stay longer than we thought?" Then the nurse proceeds to tell me that she did have a c-section but her baby died!! Wait, what did you just say to me?...I am literally being wheeled back to surgery to have a baby and you just happen to tell me the story of how the last c-section baby just died! I was already nervous before, but after that, my paranoia kicked in.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was THAT time, they told me to hop up and walk into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">operating</span> room...uh, yeah, I had to WALK up in there....that is one room you should NEVER see! Sharp things everywhere! It was FREEZING in there, I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably and just kept reminding them all how cold it was...like they didn't know. One of the nurses went and got me a warm blanket to cover my shoulders with, I loved her. I was surprised at how many people where required to be in the operating room with me: we had my doctor, another doctor to assist, two nurses to help them, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">anesthesiologist</span>, his assistant, a nurse for the baby, Justin and ME! This was NOT a big room mind you.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, they did my spinal (which worked REALLY well, lasted for hours after it was supposed to wear off), they put up that darn curtain that is RIGHT in your face, by the way. And let Justin in. I was silent during the surgery, completely awake and coherent but still, silent. The only thing I remember saying the whole time was, "Well, is it a girl?" (It was) I just sat there and listened, listened for anything the doctor might say to let me know something was wrong, or listening for sounds from the baby to let me know that everything was fine :) I held Justin's hand, Just listening. My doc told me a thing or two that was going on and made sure I wasn't feeling any of it. And then he said those words I'd heard on every Baby Story episode I'd ever watched..."You're going to feel some pressure now..." Holy Lord, understatement of the YEAR! I felt pressure alright, I couldn't breathe! I found out later that all that pressure was the other doctor laying on my upper torso and pushing the baby down toward the incision. Not pleasant, but it was soon over and I waited to hear little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Charleigh</span> cry, but before she did I heard one of the nurses say, "Look at that! Her eyes are wide open, she's just looking around...I've never seen a baby come out like that!" It was then that I started to cry because I knew my nosey little girl was alive. The doc then warned me that they were going to get the shoulders out now (which was hardly any pressure at all??) and then she started wailing! She was crying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">sooo</span> hard, all the nurses commented on how well her lungs worked, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">hah</span>!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908747557656130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLFd9fq6Fphg5xRm-IThyY7zayUj_9njRAjL-iyat6c3tp-ynESUlXlLVIlYhJMYPNZ3YY3O0e0yAVCsRjDIWpgxPNoOITIeWbmHsCEAdbe331NzCXD0w6aJq-g59UW98sCUkDQ/s320/IMG_2885.jpg" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908754293917218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZSGfMcGcV4xTAGIIopjuBVLId9Tv_320bfL3_-jD0Msi1atYpHmW_1gMzY1owqVjnvO4tAPH1Eh0wGfMx-MZnnhHb1zAkB2ms5uEyM1mYdAZ55JL_ucaVlxTeeR-ZhkRTLqScQ/s320/IMG_2914.jpg" border="0" /> They took her over to the cleaning station with Jus and once they had her wiped off and such, he brought her around so that I could get a good look at her (that quick view of her over the curtain was definitely not enough). Then Justin and the baby's nurse wisked her off to the nursery. My doctor began sewing me up and about a half hour later we were all still surprised that the nursery hadn't called the operating room to let us know how much she weighed...apparently they try to get that info back to the mom ASAP. Not this time. So, my doc finished and headed off to the nursery while the nurses cleaned me up and got me moved onto another bed so that I could go to recovery. Before we wheeled out of there the doctor stuck his head in and said "7lbs and 3 oz". She was much smaller than I expected her to be but, we had just gotten our last ultrasound two days earlier and they estimated that she was 7 lbs and 3 oz! Woah. (by the way, they measured her to be 19 1/2 inches, which I thought was WAY short...turns out that they must have measured her wrong, the pediatrician says she is already 21 inches...I knew it!)<br /><br /><div>So, about 15 minutes after I got into recovery my mom came to see me and make sure I was okay, I sent her back to the nursery quickly to make sure she got all the good pictures of Charleigh, then surprisingly, Justin walked into the recovery room. My first question was, "Who has the baby?" He told me that our moms were with her...what?!? Apparently, they let our moms go back into the nursery with her, and then my Grannie, and then our dads, and then our siblings...crazy, I never knew they would do that! But no one held her but her daddy, they were given strict instructions that I would get to hold her before anyone else! And it wasn't long before Justin came back with my sweet darling :) Best moment ever!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908763361900002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXXDdiABXKaXsuK36Hd9rjZv9UQfeasPWxVReJDH_1TYdvJu864qehmXGRxWW1hyphenhyphen0dFGv2s-8k8AWWQgsGOuF8iG7j4-KrDatNDzparxvM8ZX3JOduCNyyNN9VjRyF9utDpgLog/s320/DSC_1660.JPG" border="0" />By this time, they had hooked up three kinds of pain medication that I wasn't aware of and let's just say, my body reacts REALLY well to medication. I started dozing off in the middle of conversations. I remember repeatedly apologizing to the doctor as I dozed off several times during one short convo. He forgave me :) They soon moved me to a temporary room while I waited for my BIG room to become available. Then the friends and family showed up and packed into that tiny place. I was still in and out of conscienceness and apparently in and out of sanity too. I began sobbing uncontrollably and apologizing to everyone there, I absolutely could NOT stop crying. My mom kept saying, "It's okay, you just had a baby and you are on strong medications right now." Then I would ask my mom if I was really crying or if I was dreaming...haha! I couldn't tell what was reality and what wasn't! </div><br /><div>I also wanted to eat so badly but the doc put me on a liquid only diet so that I didn't barf. He told me to take even the liquid diet slowly, but, I gulped soup, gatorade, ice chips right down anyway. Then came the nausea. I don't usually get nauseous with medication but I over did myself on the liquid diet and had just two spells of it. I don't remember the rest of my time in that small room. I have pictures of people visiting while we were in there and I am awake in the pictures, put really can't remember them being there...I don't even remember them wheeling me to my BIG room either!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908771516363458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi809wo5gnMG9qTApU79zYR4IB6f_Spd3wPVfmJ_yQe0tDCg6XXsh5PBIPsmsZsKVQXCAA0UJ_0Vd2ExTOTsolbfRMdZhtrcRgJD-1sdmwleHIQr5ZrEZQN4w10-Fz24XF4MO1JQ/s320/DSC_1770.JPG" border="0" />At some point in there Justin helped me change into my homemade hospital gown (since I STILL couldn't feel my legs). And I got to truly enjoy the face of my precious angel.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910076008754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QC1PPODUgV9DjgOM0XSMZYP5Moaf0YCUcJi9l_R3j9RabWMZgn4LveZNV5yLeei-lrW6POq3T8KoxUQX1GgKSJA3KvnUEspVJXtuQwCrcQFZq13Z8hVkCU5GJmvF8_Lq1KKcFw/s320/DSC_1790.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>And we started our life as parents! Here is Justin tackling the first dirty diaper, in which he wore gloves. He has since become the guru of poo and no longer cares if he gets it on his hands! We have 20 bottles of hand sanitizer around the house!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910080321427794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sM_S1r0pIT1LPWu2XnUf4fQbeZgqieaIapaHqqBzFbl-M5V28-SbnPefC0GQz-_yLt3L8Cuwz4_bkZtc0lc7w_E490GrRtO6dbpe9il-Ql6AFEJnyHGMl_5sqTpezDrY3kZ-Kw/s320/IMG_3191.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Here she is in her first REAL outfit, complete with mittens and bow! Speaking of which, NOTHING fits her! None of her cute dresses, none of her newborn clothes, just a few onesies that really should be premie outfits! So, I have to be creative in order to make her outfits cute.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910090529124546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EKvL0daOcippadTnYb_ubmP3GhSaXDXkDUpM9gxT2X73ructLtIE4ZR7ANBnnZXE7GC4AurN0C-MOs3ApSISC7uuK3ZlAROR0T1qJqW_QoD3XxUi_9rzp_1zKuDKlL1M2wY9lA/s320/IMG_3260.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Anyone who has had a c-section knows that the doctors want you to get up and walk several times a day, and this is no easy task. It is excruciating to get out of the bed, and then, to move one foot in front of the other, or to stand up straight...man, let's just say, I had to have some encouragement from family and friends. Justin and Charleigh decided to help me along and walk with me. As we rounded the corner on our way back to the room some of my goofy family members were standing at the door, hooting and hollering as if we were on our last leg of a marathon. They stole some toilet paper from the bathroom and set up a finish line in our doorway. Jus and I decided to let Charleigh win the race. (You can tell by my face that my pain outweighed the hillarity)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910098360535842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQiDFZzwx-8HPYrPllz0lJXWSA8gJO0LiUrRfzD4GZbxD31X0fz5uQStbvBDQPISqRKzjzZEw2cFtqr2WVQE_60tKxLg-p2eZxS-UOt4izaRzvVZX5RueF5LuJWO55AN22Xce1A/s320/IMG_3345.jpg" border="0" /></div>P.S. Anyone who ever looks at me and says that having a c-section is the "easy way" of having a baby...I may punch! Sure the laboring part was not painful but try 6 weeks of being helpless with pain. Not being able to sit, stand, lay down, roll over, use the bathroom without help. It officially SUCKS! I could not and did not prepare myself for this level of helplessness. Just a note to those of you who MIGHT have thought that :)</div><div> </div><div>While in the hospital my favorite nurse was my night nurse named Dorothy. Oh my goodness, she was an angel. She helped me with everything I needed, answered all my paranoid questions, told me a million times how beautiful my daughter was (even took her around to show her off to the other doctors and nurses), and would always bring me special snacks in the middle of the night...her specialty was peanut butter graham crackers and cranberry/orange juice. I have been eating peanut butter graham crackers ever since! <div><br /><div>This is my favorite picture of Charleigh from the hospital. Maybe it's the pink bow, but I just love how prissy and dainty she looks here.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389910101631385970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCb1DNLcTgq1XCk8ymEHznRGdp6Njqros5FOhjTz39fXCyu87WuUvxOrg0Z0blPz3BtdSugqzktC5wO6nARY85AsLCiaDHJ8QUV7QOBNeAU-fg3z-j4X3Z7rhMq7P0BYS7DKTihQ/s320/IMG_3468cropped.jpg" border="0" />On Thursday, they released us to go home. It was late afternoon and we finally got all our things together and I dressed Charleigh in her going home outfit I made for her. It was WAY too big...I had a feeling it might be but oh well, it's the thought that counts right?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389912939405892242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImJ4Fj2SOrlfvWNMEaqm8hXo67pQq7SSy7mfZKg9OGhNuZNzzdzZjrmkm58MvQ1G1RBL6Hk2ippl6c3DoqyzFjfN3FjZAltLsMV58nOC9e9p80g-G6OpFFqLqVHM53XH6fMJxsQ/s320/IMG_3523.jpg" border="0" />The first thing on our agenda was to introduce her to her big sister, Prissy! We had sent home her scent on Prissy's very own burp cloth the day before and it must have worked because Prissy LOVED Charleigh. She usually just ignores babies but she ran right up to Charleigh (in a non threatening way) and started kissing her feet uncontrollably! It was beyond precious.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5D2tG_Af2H-ciPMSqTpRVz5Pss6fQt1rOfO1fETBRVmaEW1cZB6IvSJvdTIrAKJpPxwkrbHb6drfmzeIHQQjexhAW7FYFhYMPYsp4KCfmRXfigpFvnPd7vFt7moXFIuFwQ7qSA/s1600-h/DSC_1813.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389912968103441234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5D2tG_Af2H-ciPMSqTpRVz5Pss6fQt1rOfO1fETBRVmaEW1cZB6IvSJvdTIrAKJpPxwkrbHb6drfmzeIHQQjexhAW7FYFhYMPYsp4KCfmRXfigpFvnPd7vFt7moXFIuFwQ7qSA/s320/DSC_1813.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is Justin introducing Charleigh to her room, she is in her dress I made her and on the blanket I came home from the hospital in! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbX98Fq5tU2vWkjoNr53GM-V7ffVnPWh9OvXeBa-op5zTJVzRfKVb7ePwXPnPEJZVcwgLSwxwsNrDBT6URhtjHRaVv7Z8lBAygd7xpjugibJ58MHijjIqcVdypeBdCvYp79B-jg/s1600-h/DSC_1818.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389912914089363490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbX98Fq5tU2vWkjoNr53GM-V7ffVnPWh9OvXeBa-op5zTJVzRfKVb7ePwXPnPEJZVcwgLSwxwsNrDBT6URhtjHRaVv7Z8lBAygd7xpjugibJ58MHijjIqcVdypeBdCvYp79B-jg/s320/DSC_1818.JPG" border="0" /></a> So, then we settled in. My mom and dad stayed the first week to help us and then left that weekend to see how we could do things on our own. We actually did really well. It helped that our child is PERFECT! I mean really, she is quite the angel baby. She slept through the night only waking for feedings and then went right back to sleep, from the beginning. I am soo thankful for that. (I'll write more about this in the coming weeks). Before we left the hospital Charleigh was diagnosed with Jaundice so we had to load her up and take her back to the hospital everyday to get bloodwork drawn until the situation cleared up, luckily it didn't take long and she only had to get poked 3 extra times after we returned home. I will admit that the first night home was the scariest. I had a minor, okay major breakdown. Here is what happened. When we got home we tried a new pacie, a tiny one we refer to as "binky". Charleigh could actually keep this one in her mouth! So we were loving Binky, at first. Later that day, I went to feed Charleigh and she wouldn't latch on, she has been a great latcher and eater from the very beginning so I couldn't understand after all those days and nights in the hospital why she just wouldn't cooperate now! I blamed it on the Binky, it must have given her nipple confusion right?!? So, I banned anyone from giving her the binky and we stuck to the good ole Soothie pacie instead (you have to hold the darn thing in her mouth). So, a couple more feedings went down that way and I was frustrated and worried. She cried (which she never does) so hard and I know it was because she wasn't eating enough. She started arching her back and doing a few other odd things. At about 1:00 that morning, when she wouldn't latch on for that feeding either, I did what no new mother should do...I got on the internet and all of her symptoms lined up with a kind of brain damage caused by Jaundice. I burst into tears, woke up Justin and insisted that we take her to the doctor right then. Justin went and got my mom from the other room and I was hysterical. There was nothing they could say or do, I just KNEW my little girl was suffering from brain damage and I had to get her help. Mom convinced me to call the pediatrician and she assured me that her billirubin levels were not high enough to cause this type of brain damage. I also told her about the new "latching on" issues and she informed me that my milk had come in (I surely didn't know it) and that the baby was used to latching on to a soft surface that is now rock hard...a warm compress or pumping should fix the problem. Sure enough, it worked! I stayed up and stared at her the rest of the night. In fact, I did that my first few nights as a mother. So, even though SHE was a good sleeper, I was not. After the stress of that first night, I woke up with 5 cold sores on my upper lip! So that didn't help me feel better about my post-baby appearance :( <div><br /><div>I will take this time to plug the AngelCare Baby Movement Monitor! I don't know what i would do without this sucker. You put it under the baby's mattress and it detects her breathing. It sends an alarm if she has stopped breathing for more than 20 seconds.....Wow, it really works, I promise! And it is the only way i've gotten any sleep so far.</div><br /><div>At the beginning of the next week my mom came back while Justin went to work. We had fun trying out all Charleigh's toys and contraptions and posing her for random pictures. Here is a pic of her in her bouncer. She enjoys the vibrations. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389915107491119458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-HOcmi8uBME-QfXxzM7CO6ALhpksSMyGPjDr3xJYr1A02w72GC-NbszWtOlhmG83d-R5iJqY-jm5pUY13LKihL6PJzIqKzdppLTvffYpiYea63sTdVhSRSJzmCGUAsjGDk4orA/s320/IMG_3685.jpg" border="0" />And here she is trying to decide what to watch on TV:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-HOcmi8uBME-QfXxzM7CO6ALhpksSMyGPjDr3xJYr1A02w72GC-NbszWtOlhmG83d-R5iJqY-jm5pUY13LKihL6PJzIqKzdppLTvffYpiYea63sTdVhSRSJzmCGUAsjGDk4orA/s1600-h/IMG_3685.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt6yb010kOOg2A2LKbkdE7CikoNJunZ9UxCeELKnbQpTDRR02hkCVguf5nD5du6iZv_Ezk5Wy75Ft9Jos_OxdUKHTIzBsiVnAud5xIA_latqfG_xD8r8asKjcMmxskPwistx_Fg/s1600-h/DSC_1885.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916109263824578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt6yb010kOOg2A2LKbkdE7CikoNJunZ9UxCeELKnbQpTDRR02hkCVguf5nD5du6iZv_Ezk5Wy75Ft9Jos_OxdUKHTIzBsiVnAud5xIA_latqfG_xD8r8asKjcMmxskPwistx_Fg/s320/DSC_1885.JPG" border="0" /></a>Oh, you'll have to hold on, she's getting a call on her iPhone:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyo7rRVrBE4GEfXjgNkmiLcylIV9wFKC6QVjDrRLHyCgsI4poYQUaL9vhyphenhyphengLrkfMkbT7lhE3YYSFSiwLp6dL0E53a5hmVBJ9uJSPBLrL_gfw5ov3ignfDCxNHb6mPT7ehZTbfKFQ/s1600-h/DSC_1886.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916098095960546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyo7rRVrBE4GEfXjgNkmiLcylIV9wFKC6QVjDrRLHyCgsI4poYQUaL9vhyphenhyphengLrkfMkbT7lhE3YYSFSiwLp6dL0E53a5hmVBJ9uJSPBLrL_gfw5ov3ignfDCxNHb6mPT7ehZTbfKFQ/s320/DSC_1886.JPG" border="0" /></a>Alright, and everyone who has seen my baby pictures has said that she looks just like I did as a baby. I think there are a few differences but, yeah, she pretty much does. Here are some pictures of baby ME...see what you think?</div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyS1XySwKpwBgJ1NVDw7csDM4f6pwY1Nk_5l43O3kR3lX_mS2H8SoGuVrRGsbPVx7YthGqVc62f7mhWrB2P1R7lbC8r0TqrCwTk00cgtcPh0UQMEnT_Qz7uVbrSfz19PHm9sC/s1600-h/christi2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389967383344730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyS1XySwKpwBgJ1NVDw7csDM4f6pwY1Nk_5l43O3kR3lX_mS2H8SoGuVrRGsbPVx7YthGqVc62f7mhWrB2P1R7lbC8r0TqrCwTk00cgtcPh0UQMEnT_Qz7uVbrSfz19PHm9sC/s320/christi2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO7tV0Kjzqpl9zLjVjJwfV4FHETLqdHPWZLU8XkSN62zdCWGIsu5Ew2GCQkx8g10UXKKj6Vf8dlvSsR4ZQjlLj8oEgYo42ExZW0a4abGBMrJw9Mm1xDXn0fZADNKmBRjb3BzbEA/s1600-h/christi1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389967378822093346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO7tV0Kjzqpl9zLjVjJwfV4FHETLqdHPWZLU8XkSN62zdCWGIsu5Ew2GCQkx8g10UXKKj6Vf8dlvSsR4ZQjlLj8oEgYo42ExZW0a4abGBMrJw9Mm1xDXn0fZADNKmBRjb3BzbEA/s320/christi1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She has a lot of my same qualities too. When she's really tired you can put her to sleep by rubbing down the bridge of her nose, which is exactly what my mom used to do to put me to sleep, AND, even as a newborn, you can get a smile out of her by playing pat-a-cake. Here is a picture of my mom playing pat-a-cake with me when I was a baby and now playing it with Charleigh...see the big smiles on both our faces!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389967396675923842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKsVG0-D7wSM9QW-02AR6zkV0zsgWqxtw3HrorC8soxE2moTI6dbITPafVKVmC3ZMy01VER-tbRFfrIoRAPKT642TeZy13EoW59vyfIBfUFXRJtYJlIN3ZVT1R7ZSfxnA6GXzqA/s320/christi3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389958344041248370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4rtNm09az7Rc-CRQauDAu7sHWtvHyD2n_X-sdEfQqjNlqp-sn3BQ_XJfTxnw-plEbLcccpHv_k4CFjuXFGViqMArrryEXy8n3N0kpT9Xk6UnpZlDyY0TJzcOdsGUoYGqkJrtLA/s320/DSC_1915.JPG" border="0" /> The cutest thing is that Charleigh even laughs out loud, which totally scares her because she doesn't realize it's coming from her own mouth! </div><div><br />This first weekend was the Texas vs. Texas Tech game so Charleigh and I had to show our support! Remember I told you that NOTHING fits her yet...well, I had to whip her up something Longhorn-ish, for the game.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389915091115254290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7yMjcTnC5-8uCwo6h0ZSamZ5PHlHQXsl68ks138SftwEn-th35FtI7heEzS64rtWlVDITu7iCEr2uLh0gl6JnrftO6-x9hXNP1TNYH9w5Fg0KB8BuncKWKrTZdi7ugssqH7_1Q/s320/IMG_3750.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8saR_UpthsXpqKHt4KAKqINgPeW-rI4N6BwZ-sq6Geo5VtbbnNXmetPYc_aV6KGXsIISL1vmBuTwuvJjylsgj8n-J50NRzxL2Vse2WwUM6pdJK7KYMoRiuhMuvgPZ3fu7q644jQ/s1600-h/IMG_3741.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389915099123339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8saR_UpthsXpqKHt4KAKqINgPeW-rI4N6BwZ-sq6Geo5VtbbnNXmetPYc_aV6KGXsIISL1vmBuTwuvJjylsgj8n-J50NRzxL2Vse2WwUM6pdJK7KYMoRiuhMuvgPZ3fu7q644jQ/s320/IMG_3741.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is a picture of me and my mom in our longhorns gear too!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389965777917715122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2XEfILLVX_3E1FIAL98GB8S-s3snXyO_lfHMXgz6KqmEpPADUkXdAUp1lanyWCCI3zcUObixU72kWRhyX9yJDbojFP2rOfOkoAyZKTRfNS8K-nOY4XpQUC0FEgsPssUFKpP0CQ/s320/longhorns.JPG" border="0" /> Even though her umbilical cord hadn't fallen off yet, Justin and I decided that she needed a bath. So, we took precautions not to let it get wet and gave her a nice sponge bath. She didn't cry...and she HATES to be cold (like her mommy) so I thought she surely would!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389912978430468290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfpD7pPQtWYlbWRmM1TMbAOm-k6jM8xKDMjhliwh0BryvpHFdHTrIrg_GO_dk26Ip5rvADcsSFhn_C9iiJnonw7SU1geJG-A4r3zoUcQD8IGCwmi8hlbhQX2T88f8z-NGvdKqYA/s320/DSC_1849.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389912994243830914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoKDUFvjI7dyoYKvapsXeWTAWHVISRugJyDascHQ11uZjtXXNHy09G6Xn87nQb3dQuCsaAai1-OEF8PULXtBcc4Ek7KRaN4BYpG70MFkxhFEIPN8jeTIjt6ekwJmiEbJad-fsVA/s320/DSC_1859.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVz1BR5a1So2NvoMIHtOQ4W8ots6vTlhOKB3yWTiExf4I1VzehWStJ3rQ448INGNOHodZvGYsuWS3ACnezff80Frg1jQjPHsqnRiee6erfKJbnpFjLhJklg8QP-NfgfcW-Koi9w/s1600-h/DSC_1868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389915076192833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVz1BR5a1So2NvoMIHtOQ4W8ots6vTlhOKB3yWTiExf4I1VzehWStJ3rQ448INGNOHodZvGYsuWS3ACnezff80Frg1jQjPHsqnRiee6erfKJbnpFjLhJklg8QP-NfgfcW-Koi9w/s320/DSC_1868.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>I'll tell you one thing, this little girl has a daddy that LOVES her. He is quite possibly the most kissy person I know these days. He is absolutely infatuated! He thinks she is so beautiful and is so proud of her. Everyday he asks me if he can take her somewhere, anywhere to show her off! I hope she always knows that her daddy thinks she hung the moon.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FubK5uX2Xy6DSThoaUXpVYjZLBNYNuTHr8-KGkHCiE6NnsQ-eArnnH9Bb__CxOlpwi8wL5mB0zDZKdqNyq-jLs7vxC_3WlaN_qR8sOeIMbbSEbDtmOhthpy_ZhOOQEWDSffrpQ/s1600-h/IMG_3760.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389915079530508754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FubK5uX2Xy6DSThoaUXpVYjZLBNYNuTHr8-KGkHCiE6NnsQ-eArnnH9Bb__CxOlpwi8wL5mB0zDZKdqNyq-jLs7vxC_3WlaN_qR8sOeIMbbSEbDtmOhthpy_ZhOOQEWDSffrpQ/s320/IMG_3760.jpg" border="0" /></a> And me, well, as her mother, I could stare at her sweet face all day long, as a matter of fact, most days I do. I've shed many joyful tears since she's been here with us. I just can't say "thank you God" enough. She is so worth it all, worth it all. My heart officially walks (well she doesn't walk yet) outside of my body. She is the tangible proof of my love for her father. She is everything wrapped into one little tiny body. She is worth every inconvenience, and every hurt I've ever been through or will ever go through, every sleepless night, every broken heart. Have you ever had so much anguish, frustration, sadness, hurt, longing pent up inside you that when you finally release it, it comes out in crocodile tears. She brings my heart such relief, every joyful tear that falls is one more fear, or one more pain I'm able to let go. I could go on and try somehow to get you to understand how much I adore this little person, but, I'm sure you'll get plenty of that for the REST of MY LIFE!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916075629278690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWC8Zr5s-_xzORQ4SMQ28amLzelZQ_c6StbnNyFyLQgVxDYV1KS5adZfWz4QehVI58059cIZ886NVScwkNY8wft7RBrczSEmncVWD898-wNuW99hEyxTDaZ53I3Heqd8Z9bOWcXA/s320/IMG_3621.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-63530631640030228582009-09-09T10:57:00.007-05:002009-09-09T13:19:41.003-05:0038 weeks (weight to be updated later, sorry forgot)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379497936707575778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3K8JbKi9cdTsjz5bdQxYSYz24FHriN6WtkAQrs6nL7HMvF2qUj52r4NDjFWcUGvE3Hf7DXnnfWkuqKAjzWFSFLMUwlUe2rSFV1nxMSIlh4p-knVyaOiM7Yuk9BuuJVFwyamWdA/s320/IMG_2863.jpg" border="0" />Well, this may just be the last update before our beautiful baby girl is born! So weird! I can honestly say, I'm getting nervous. As I sat in the exam room yesterday at my last OB checkup on that oh-so-familiar plastic bed/chair I got a little scared. The next time I'll be in that hospital will be to get poked and proded with IVs and Spinals, then sliced open to become a mother, the scariest of all the realizations I had that day. It was sobering to say the least. I'm so excited. Justin and I try to prepare ourselves daily..."what would we be doing if Charleigh was here right now?" We always try to imagine how our lives will change with her here. But we KNOW that we can never truly imagine how "inconvenient" a little needy baby will be until she arrives. I'm ready to be inconvenienced...so ready. I'm about to start my new job...I can't wait!<br /><div></div><br /><div>This last week has been full and fun. Happy Birthday to...well, EVERYONE! Justin's mom's birthday was on Thursday so we had an honorary steak dinner. My husband likes his steaks pretty raw and tries so hard to cook ours until it's brown, they were delicious and Justin assured us that if we turn off the dinning room lights, they don't look red at all ;) haha, we got a laugh out of that!</div><br /><div>Here is Jus helping Big Mama blow out her candles...which he does at everyone's birthday parties, unfortunately he usually blows them out before the guest of honor can (sorry for all those years Jo). I'm going to make sure I train him before Charleigh turns one.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3nMS7MnuIg5nLkj8V3cjK9w_1BsaFHpEgjD6eSdytvTrLrPaT5JSiJIyPvJQevNYCIW0PMjQFhMlWZ6tyGJPQDA0VrAgKIuBI3k8pQp2bEED7pspqY3wjNUjKW8sKUVWSFQiTQ/s1600-h/IMG_2698.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518771841961106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3nMS7MnuIg5nLkj8V3cjK9w_1BsaFHpEgjD6eSdytvTrLrPaT5JSiJIyPvJQevNYCIW0PMjQFhMlWZ6tyGJPQDA0VrAgKIuBI3k8pQp2bEED7pspqY3wjNUjKW8sKUVWSFQiTQ/s320/IMG_2698.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is the Coffee Cozy I made her. It fits perfectly on any Starbucks coffee cup. Now she doesn't have to use those crappy paper ones that come on the cups, like they work anyway!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1hdhbxY35taw0wB-2N7VQh-Fve8Bc1J81JQP7g6rYf0WeNKdodGRFmZPHLjhQbttKsclNaYD6x8Cn-lTcre94dfxgJckSqGrWKo4akO43tL5KHRM7S3mR6gVAWZoxKZVEEzdPg/s1600-h/IMG_2695.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518766451431250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1hdhbxY35taw0wB-2N7VQh-Fve8Bc1J81JQP7g6rYf0WeNKdodGRFmZPHLjhQbttKsclNaYD6x8Cn-lTcre94dfxgJckSqGrWKo4akO43tL5KHRM7S3mR6gVAWZoxKZVEEzdPg/s320/IMG_2695.JPG" border="0" /></a> I wrote a birthday message on top an added a gift card to Starbucks.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4NppQzsV9OrWlQMgwEPobSqFdJHFad6bksSizXGbOb6U5Q3Ma-DcRgGQMGCvtGN_m4q12MyZKhCTVzUGUVveamwvOK0syjCE2QBhHUUXykDXfgvG0N8PEDPkkOjZspDU3SBsRw/s1600-h/IMG_2693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518757583825234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4NppQzsV9OrWlQMgwEPobSqFdJHFad6bksSizXGbOb6U5Q3Ma-DcRgGQMGCvtGN_m4q12MyZKhCTVzUGUVveamwvOK0syjCE2QBhHUUXykDXfgvG0N8PEDPkkOjZspDU3SBsRw/s320/IMG_2693.JPG" border="0" /></a> After that excitement, we spent the rest of the weekend celebrating some kiddie birthdays. Jeremy and Kristen's little boy Nathan had a GI Joe party with giant water slide and cute camo cakes! I am really crudy at taking pictures unless Justin is there to remind me so...sorry bout that. But later that day we went to Ben and Sam's boys' birthday party too. Hayes turned 4 and Cade turned 1. Justin was back by this time and took over the camera, so we DID get some pictures there!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499264673091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfEugUqJj7F7k0UG51cYTu-HaCvlGLQeXJjtL_pICbRmDGM1qnOe_lYQ-K4GRBPmdnrS1UhbegQP7FSiJb4eo2bUVy-bP440a_ENwogRJXZQi5v2x7X9YHZXrqP8Li2_VhJcEaDA/s320/IMG_2729.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499259006607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xYW4Jtx9svuJ-cEeXZ13LPgbHrW2ijtD5rjB_NUENMDhxD3-c1mQ8wmmIPh1S9fUoRol9FVjtcV_aO8PkO7ms-zt5wozGrHHo0692DVXT2zK0OvRZIABVTKBMdPgFpvzaQzOCQ/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I made Nathan and Hayes Bama pillowcases since their families are hardcore Alabama fans. I just LOVED the houndstooth accent on these, so cute, yet so Bear Bryant!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499252576228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRYijYxR_VFvITjZ4lsfjqDA3nyiB-vOa2Lymh2XEFq77tqjeL769Zt7UGIgahpI6w33IsJIPIKuOVoBXT1vl2sEhJgwqO7viIgK1jO78NKcS8pUob9PPIHbAAdinn2N7pEcwkw/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>And for Cade I made a homemade bib with houndstooth on one side and Alabama fabric on the other. And he had to have a sippy cup to match, so I appliqued a houndstooth "C" on the Bama fabric as well.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499245685382354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WPR5mTcurTaZg1Z2NOb6xYNOEfbKfUPFmR2N7wgUbK49e7oKaNchNofeAQnN0MunOExsD2gL0NC8HRgoAl8W0lK6GA7W_hNZr0QFVUgOT2zTZCRrXrXIw7jqfsBRdHC5SAFJHg/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" />Charleigh is picking a busy month to be born in. All these cute little boys have September birthdays plus our friends Matt and Kristen have a little girl, Vivian, who will be turning 2 just days after Charleigh is born as well! WOOO! Happy Birthday everyone!<br /><br />On to CRAFTS! Here is the finished "clothing organizer" for Charleigh's room. I'm hoping to be organized enough to use it :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_F68WkVhB-W6XTbEr8wQhSpRs6JKWdKHlKs0Jh8qbqD4w6h7veT2s-lmY4MVlPQGfQ9-nobj6hgsFpW-OGn9ERpz90SqCjiGf5rzfJH5ZkDEWfleXqS2Nuh1heDSixDJx1OvZKw/s1600-h/IMG_2703.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518752112511346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_F68WkVhB-W6XTbEr8wQhSpRs6JKWdKHlKs0Jh8qbqD4w6h7veT2s-lmY4MVlPQGfQ9-nobj6hgsFpW-OGn9ERpz90SqCjiGf5rzfJH5ZkDEWfleXqS2Nuh1heDSixDJx1OvZKw/s320/IMG_2703.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpD9iDGY1oUBufvTBl3BxWhwW7MsDxR2m0Hmx3wDlcs-aUaEeLS3CTO0-Nq_RNI3zVbeLB4GHRpsKkQnNiXbWFoY0A3HzDvYYk5uPXPLO8tOrNGS_dQ9EadxXomeA4CDTMs3_Nw/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518743667193474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpD9iDGY1oUBufvTBl3BxWhwW7MsDxR2m0Hmx3wDlcs-aUaEeLS3CTO0-Nq_RNI3zVbeLB4GHRpsKkQnNiXbWFoY0A3HzDvYYk5uPXPLO8tOrNGS_dQ9EadxXomeA4CDTMs3_Nw/s320/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" /></a> We've also decided NOT to do the canopy in Charleigh's room. I just wasn't feeling it. So, I'm going back to my original plan...we are going to upgrade to a nicer, slightly bigger chandelier and hang it in the middle of her room instead of over her crib :) We are still looking for the perfect one. My husband calls me the other day from work (where they also sell lighting) and tells me he's found the PERFECT chandelier for her and that I have to come see it. It was the most sparkly thing you have ever seen! And so cute...and also $3000.00...really Justin, you shouldn't dangle sparkly things in front of me like that :(</div><br /><div></div><div>For Labor Day Justin and I decided to spend some time together, just us before the baby comes. He loves to fish and well...I'm not loving to do ANYTHING right now because of discomfort soo...we went fishing! Well, I just sat there trying to catch some sun, eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches and browsing on my iPhone. Plus, I was the photographer for our little outting. Here is Justin in action:<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCyUL7rQnbYmkDeNGDNey18mW-58Ec2_D1y5ewtCP8lF52lq2knJ9_c1LEfXAYx5xrR22j2tqEuz-_G3LFzyTFRXGKnAaSyNA9DZ0AAdcpmwaMcLVuTJgg0tpxXKAR8linWROGg/s1600-h/IMG_2844.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499241448759090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCyUL7rQnbYmkDeNGDNey18mW-58Ec2_D1y5ewtCP8lF52lq2knJ9_c1LEfXAYx5xrR22j2tqEuz-_G3LFzyTFRXGKnAaSyNA9DZ0AAdcpmwaMcLVuTJgg0tpxXKAR8linWROGg/s320/IMG_2844.JPG" border="0" /></a> First catch!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531085768034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0m11Z7_ABixLpdSqd_bxrJPBMH7ZExMM3L9eCYHeN3L9mhzuldGsKIoxuQSH2Err3DUf3MCK_pxwyjaGyX2MO6uhXbNtg4UZzED5nlXZr19_RWzBSlgjVLZkOX3hEqgN57TA7iQ/s320/IMG_2848.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_D4L9dDkEUL4fp1IH2wOBnnPAFhiRywgU8Sh_wnBwK7ggcPU2DSbRtA8eDwtB4LrDW5O8c18YwbAW_yyY0nmvcPGpwAWrKBiMFiKGs5oWcC2R15EFzmzNY9FWKthc-jgYM-NaNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379498511166989714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_D4L9dDkEUL4fp1IH2wOBnnPAFhiRywgU8Sh_wnBwK7ggcPU2DSbRtA8eDwtB4LrDW5O8c18YwbAW_yyY0nmvcPGpwAWrKBiMFiKGs5oWcC2R15EFzmzNY9FWKthc-jgYM-NaNQ/s320/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" /></a> Second catch!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379498480124742706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytsSDjVDaiBwLrEk2zwL3g6bQTbs1qErQMhH4o1Nh_J5IZIbHcerN28C2IEmq3ZtE-UREk8WG5IECGLbIXJ_3O234ocTinYN_YNPsQ-gljr5C7Osrjkhvo50GExKbnQYBJMuccA/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlr2uzECarXiwGF-I1q0Pa2ce82tU8aIFs6MYKyCEQewPQlqtmRClX1r01Yuw4b_8Rr6ikYWZciWCfx2OhZzUnF8hGPgb04VhE7NVf62C9ZLnfVhfkYXHvz-01N69pq0IMAp-cFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379498505003158706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlr2uzECarXiwGF-I1q0Pa2ce82tU8aIFs6MYKyCEQewPQlqtmRClX1r01Yuw4b_8Rr6ikYWZciWCfx2OhZzUnF8hGPgb04VhE7NVf62C9ZLnfVhfkYXHvz-01N69pq0IMAp-cFQ/s320/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" /></a> Third catch!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379498491402516290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnq3eZ9HYxdXjKLCBfFyN7E4E5Cn256oXB8aBuvildDbUgoK-R42k1K7AZoQQZe0GSj9Aq2Y2EQJBClPFdGlXlRlieVkyIZCxN3jNsleABGRV5KeWpUv66tqmXC_9RtxJ2ZCINdQ/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" border="0" /> And then, Charleigh reminded us of her presence and I had to go to the bathroom...badly!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyrrw0ifxCXFhztRvRtX-DcSOiJ0ijvj6syoHXyCurSLocEw4T4pYT_rmPTuyG-IV71Vc4QsEu818NILDfJxjfo15DybRiQZgCnoqLuqlmHr7xhziZ1OCzBuL2dsJJBNGQoZZUw/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379498495044179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyrrw0ifxCXFhztRvRtX-DcSOiJ0ijvj6syoHXyCurSLocEw4T4pYT_rmPTuyG-IV71Vc4QsEu818NILDfJxjfo15DybRiQZgCnoqLuqlmHr7xhziZ1OCzBuL2dsJJBNGQoZZUw/s320/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /></a> So we called it a day...well, we stopped by Paw Paw and GrandMaMa's to drop off the boat, then headed home for a long nap, then put on our college football apparel in order to get a free chicken sandwich at Chick-fil-a! I wanted to wear FSU gear as we were headed to watch the game but none of my Florida State clothes fit me at the moment sooo, the longhorns, by default, got my support that day ;) I DO love the Longhorns! So, anyway, we headed to Ben and Sam's to watch the Fl. State/Miami game...which I would like to NOT comment on at the moment...except to say, COME ON SECONDARY!!! Gosh! At least Texas and Auburn got wins under their belts :)</div><div> </div><div>Okay, so to end on an exciting note (exciting to me is not necessarily exciting to you). I've become obsessed with these little pettiskirts (thank you Rae Leytham!). They are basically like TuTu's but WAYYY better because they are sooo full and soft and just darn girly! I knew that I HAD to learn how to make them so, I set out yesterday to the fabric store...bought my supplies and calculated and re-calculated the appropriate measurements for a newborn baby. And Ta Da:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379497949049953826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqhOZwG1EwDmQbhVCJZkihfCN2NdGp9WElXM00_SCA_TW4uq1mFjKZoJ_Pg2YdlQUFUE5Y6pHCXOzlOGNrO7KvhbjU-JP3V6f2Ale-nBN-TapN4mQFO2aoc9zoNjOc4WJwxJchg/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>It's hard to tell the size and deminsions of it in the picture but just know, it's REALLLLL little for baby Charleigh to wear in her newborn pictures!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379497958498695186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOn03Wy4wZ2Dis3r7aeK-wwhGZDPpM2DCzykQLun2KMeBmzHx-NxLAMul5APfKCr1aA38hkEhMwsddyacNX6fnC7PNBOEvH7S1ZntfjP8vuXfG8TpV8sCEQWWQ_r7YdyqD7GprSg/s320/IMG_2862.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>The only way I could be sure that it would be perfect on her was to find a model approximately her size....hmmmmm....well, Prissy IS 8 lbs!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379497941361493666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFk11NoSg9YLFQ5QShWV2BmHA7nxzjHomiDmuwEb2lDdsYYTguk0EZyy-bgrdYwyKeaCA3ADcbRSa3h2Nv0FSwNVSHUIsVUPfuTzbqCPs9XHDXgIsW3XlL5iRpZM7K_CcKHXIhQ/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /> Woo Hoo! It fit! I can't wait to make more, even fluffier!<br /></div><div>Okay, so Dr. Mehta said I was about 50% effaced but not dialated at all so, that means we are pretty sure little Charleigh girl won't be here before Monday :) We go see Dr. Maher on Friday to get her last measurements!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-47546775294644792072009-09-01T17:25:00.008-05:002009-09-01T18:05:12.463-05:0037 weeks, 161 lbs<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376629422029650802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgagB86rvzfs82LKuFrIZHpwmbgaB5LbfBK4i59vEw5J45n9UxohWLif1uoefGxS6bmw_vND-FqTDwf39-YMOcWbT4JXGUyCm2n_5nesYrDPup-SkmDPACcUY7cSPO2PV80rwpg/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" border="0" />Say hello to i'msotiredican'tfunction. Say hello to icouldnotpickmyfeetoutofalineupifitried. Hello idrinknon-stop. Hi thereissomuchtodobutican'tmakemyselfdoit.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>I tried to paint my own toenails his week. I thought I could do it with my patented rocking motion, but I ended up just throwing nail polish at my toes and hoping it would land on "non-skin". Most of it didn't. So Whit and I headed to get a MUCH NEEDED rub down from our friends at tip-n-toe...they fixed my masterpiece. I also got my roots done this week...oh my, I was trying to save money by holding off as long as I could but, brunettes who are falsely blonde do not have that pleasure :) Another accomplishment on my list...I shaved my legs! If I missed any spots...I certainly can't see them, so, it doesn't count!</div><br /><div>Alright, alright, since last week we've had a few doctor's appointments, but nothing to talk about really. Our c-section will be at 7:30am on Monday the 14th but we have to be there at 5:30! My doctor must know that I can have a vain streak at times because at this last visit, he made sure to tell me, in a loving, "you'll be okay" kind of way, that they will be pumping at least 5 bags of fluid into me and I will not need to look in a mirror for at least 24 hours...I think he then used the term "Marshmellow Creme Puff". I'm glad he warned me because my feet, ankles and hands are really freaking me out right now. I really cannot recognize them and it's just weird. I guess that's how my whole body will be in the hospital (and a few days after I hear). Joy.</div><br /><div>I did get to meet our pediatrician. I scheduled a "get to know you" appointment with the most recommended baby doctor in Pace and I see why she is...she was great! She answered all my questions and acted like she was really glad I wanted to meet her early :) I was feeling a little dumb about it so I'm glad she reassured me.</div><br /><div>Justin joined me for our last newborn parenting class and it was pretty cool. They had a pediatrician there who taught us all about the immunizations, what they were, why people worry about them, and when our baby would get each one. It was nice to know. He also answered all the questions everyone had. They didn't make Justin change a diaper but don't worry. I got one of Charleigh's baby dolls and made him practice on her changing pad...I also taught him all the tips and tricks on how "not to make a mess" and how to use the Diaper Champ. He was impressive. But, I think when it comes to actually changing Charleigh's diaper he is going to be too busy oogling about how cute her little butt is...he's a sap about stuff like that. I am too!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376636459521752370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7p6Z5A2KmZ3FDute8at68lRUWudivZDSWXDZK_Id4U4MZ2Q0hHM9zv6SdPxDJ5dA7rQsVSTZZ84iVJzXQ0NI8An7o37ma7IO2wQPVEDNEAulPvuQqw2ys1a1XVPZPwHrLpaAmw/s320/IMG_2692.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>Mom and Dad came down this weekend to hand deliver some artwork for Charleigh's room...my mom loves making canvases and what not, especially for babies. Her company is called Officially Spoiled. She makes them to match any room! If you need any for your bundle of joy, let me know or email her at <a href="mailto:officiallyspoiled@gmail.com">officiallyspoiled@gmail.com</a>. I think one of her best sellers are the wooden wall letters that people get to spell out their baby's name. She is making some for Charleigh too, but wasn't finished with them quite yet :) I'll post pictures of those later!</div><br /><div>Here is the canvas she made to go on the outside of Charleigh's nursery door...just so you don't forget what a miracle she is to us:</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376629432933287618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jhgdLo-L7F0HJv-JgI1WSqZUM5xrdhMA9sfYbPhpx-_-7eMI0yLAdhvwi6S59Ks7Ai5bJi5Q6XZKW20zJgZVdQXF3-j8JqR_zK6zNOWIK8pTZKfCD5sG5PigyUzsxmhVk7JQPQ/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638507493835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F7y-mAj880nUca2n3QP2om6QYONeD23AVFNNxvH9aaCkqAoKzj-MW5_N_yD_1D2FXHmpFfb_02iozSXruPnfjgRRwYN49WJ9QzFiTAu22F7W22VC9sT4qCEsgq2CxOlLYaWfJg/s320/IMG_2675.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>This one was given as gift to me</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcTeJmpGkiyazJHCiapze1ZDDRAKu7StWV_N7uAzRnW150N4UfUsfgGbld0R-8hNV7YHjq2xqgMl2CQWzFQ3C5fIO9Wy0_gy1FFR1iHZI7JD2Wcf6UVRFpYGHFzhf78HuVrUA6w/s1600-h/IMG_2677.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376629450513175362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcTeJmpGkiyazJHCiapze1ZDDRAKu7StWV_N7uAzRnW150N4UfUsfgGbld0R-8hNV7YHjq2xqgMl2CQWzFQ3C5fIO9Wy0_gy1FFR1iHZI7JD2Wcf6UVRFpYGHFzhf78HuVrUA6w/s320/IMG_2677.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is my favorite of the ones Mom made. Everytime I look at my sweet girl, I will be reminded of the sweet, undeserved Grace of my God. Isn't the gift of a child such a representation of being given something we DON'T deserve?? I think so...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9lGqFRSKQN18BiUnIhQ3yEg9WzUP8uDR4px7U2OoEERWEqZVf2E3GRuyvRfyDldpZdqfKBI_zH8H_UJoT_hBCMi2gkjhyphenhyphenHXVNJVW0lc0tePW45m53hO4QqNxvID5_wnNKvan0w/s1600-h/IMG_2676.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376629445910292738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9lGqFRSKQN18BiUnIhQ3yEg9WzUP8uDR4px7U2OoEERWEqZVf2E3GRuyvRfyDldpZdqfKBI_zH8H_UJoT_hBCMi2gkjhyphenhyphenHXVNJVW0lc0tePW45m53hO4QqNxvID5_wnNKvan0w/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>My latest dilema...to canopy, or not to canopy? I knew I wanted to hang a chandlier over Charleigh's crib (yes, other's have done it, and yes, it is secure and safe :) But, after we hung it, we decided it was kind of dinky, I didn't want to get one any bigger though, for safety reasons. So, even though I said I didn't want a canopy over her crib, I started seeing some displays with chandeliers AND canopies. So, I decided this is how we should do it as well...what do you think? Does the canopy make it tacky? One minute I really like it, especially how the chandelier shines through it...and the next I want to take it down.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376630453244676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qu0ncyuDlKL5Ek7mtuh5iWdXREAAfdfQvHRqv1PG9JZaXIXtbM98OdKz7x949UlOY8Yce5Z4KsOFLFS4wLvXTI3VIPulhWe4Javne24osIjqSopYd8GhvdnOEnS0MEZJeMmGIw/s320/IMG_2681.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376630458055480130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hWkAu5BOLB1U-Focbb0vmMvIyIMR8RbdUVhlm9hdiJNAe3c_koT6p3XUu2pz9utAoyO93IPq55M7MTg4VXNaC8jbDQfNHYVUwLa8NRJwIW6sD7GXd4skReKJ5fyqZIf-U4ptpg/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" /> Well, either way. The nursery is pretty much complete. As soon as my mom finishes the letters for her wall, and I hang back up her "clothing organizer"...I think we are done :) So, here are some pictures: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376630468228766370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg592mRc2XB2dlkHHvxCp4H44OEiQIjbKyGqYNsTCdoUtEdEl2LtV1xJutUyo43f4eIslaWOgGBlQuGi0TZt2mpy7M52fEawlvBbQKoVSFEkx3kQ93EXE1OEJ2X_lKZ3PTa86lz3g/s320/IMG_2687.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376630474250016450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGeSaHX18ZyygYuljeRza3SIvoMuCDEWRmIg1VTy_X8gSCQZO_IDyBSL3G5G6uRADCfZ9uO23LhHUBb-P2RRE2sMaAdntIr5PwWxCNXXVwp_7J86E8b67EDcKmsLZ76hyphenhyphenYgG-OQ/s320/IMG_2688.JPG" border="0" /> See my sweet little puppy in the doorway?? She got her hair cut for Charleigh's arrival too...she's excited to meet her little sister!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3NW67X60ejiNGyaQ1uhNZ-1mbEiWZOe0A0FyHfHDGyDZH8_K7dvsK6vta1VJf0UTqKAmr2moUTI_MPgZ1ych35Mlftw7AoUJAyMQR1TlTxGnZHFOXR90GZnpt57fDZhBbtAlWg/s1600-h/IMG_2689.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376630481808297890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3NW67X60ejiNGyaQ1uhNZ-1mbEiWZOe0A0FyHfHDGyDZH8_K7dvsK6vta1VJf0UTqKAmr2moUTI_MPgZ1ych35Mlftw7AoUJAyMQR1TlTxGnZHFOXR90GZnpt57fDZhBbtAlWg/s320/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376630630426276146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLgAMO52F48t17pHNQ18YHCGVwfjQUjaN-mpQ71uxEwsHFjNVpxyQ-P08AtF4pzOhzih9Hs1HqwmdHSFTbXUX67VgWG8GMtq9f05-cz-lacNFVBPC95jZN17Vo5WNnAdWh2T2Ew/s320/IMG_2691.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p> </p><p>1 week and 6 days!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813359.post-28303155034783239512009-08-24T07:46:00.015-05:002009-08-25T19:50:35.481-05:0036 weeks, 160lbs<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671472747289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiVR7KSn_WAyKKFm1vYDZI1VeKEDjlZNC7NtbGnsgiFSUNXfwl5P3xFvutT1uF81CUrBsEDQJwziaXeDew_imHKVxWjt0FOQk3thlGlB1A1BHk6mhwjC1RcIROLiHF2MuoSV2Ow/s320/IMG_2659.jpg" border="0" />As Charleigh's arrival gets closer and closer, I can't help but remember the three times prior to this when I imagined this would have happened already. The three times I pictured myself holding my sweet babies. I guess Sunday kind of got me thinking on that topic. Sunday would have been Baby Butterbean's 1st birthday. Now, I am not one to celebrate death more than I celebrate life, I am TRULY focusing on the new life of my sweet baby girl in the next 3 weeks! But, I do want to share what I (with the help of the Lord) have been pondering lately on this topic.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I don't want to forget where I've been. Where I have been makes me indescribably thankful for where we are about to go. Sunday morning, as I'm am briefly thinking about little Butterbean, Leo gets up in the middle of worship and reads from 2 Corinthians. I leaned over to Justin and said, "I bet he reads from chapter 12". I am going to tell you right now, that I have NO idea why I said that, or why I knew that...and sure enough he followed with, "chapter 12, verse 7". I was tuned in now, I needed to know what this said, apparently God was trying to get me to pay attention. And here is what he read:<br />"...even though I have received such wonderful revelations from God. So to keep me from becoming proud. I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud. Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, "My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness." So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me."<br /><strong>2 cor 12:7-10</strong></div><strong></strong><br /><div>Well, I've read these verses before, and no one really knows what Paul's "thorn" was, some say a sickness of some sort. But, I KNEW what my "thorn" had been...these miscarriages. And when he went on to read how he begged the Lord 3 times to take it away, wow, I'd definitely say that after all three babies were lost, I got on my face and begged the Lord. 3 times.<br />Okay, so, I'm making my own parallels here but, it's just that it fit so perfectly with my thoughts for that morning. In those dark times he did teach me that his grace is sufficient, he is ALL I need, and no child will fill my voided heart, yes, even my precious child will let me down at some point in her sweet life...and that is okay, because he has taught me that only HE is all I need, and that he works BEST through my weaknesses. It's just a beautiful revelation to my heart right now. I am so grateful that the Lord has removed my thorn...and that we will be holding a sweet child of our own very soon. I celebrate Charleigh's life!</div><br /><div>But, this too got me thinking...A couple weeks ago we had a guest speaker from Romania. It is a man whom our church has prayed for, done fundraisers for, and followed for the last few years. He was told that his little 2 year old daughter had a cancerous tumor on her spine and, as you can imagine, probably wouldn't make it. I had heard their story before, like I said, our church was VERY involved in trying to get little Tori well, and tons of prayers for the sweet little girl. But, to hear it in his broken English, coming from the mouth of the father of that little girl...you could NOT hold back emotion. And I could not help but think of my husband having to tell that story about our own daughter, I could feel my heart breaking for this dad, all over again. But, it was the next story that he told that really meant something. He said, that day, he and his wife took little Tori out to a field. They both held her up to God and prayed. My natural prayer for this girl would be for healing, of course, but, that is not what they prayed. He said, "God, you gave us baby Tori. But she is not ours, she belongs to you. If you want her back, it will be hard for us, we don't want to lose her but, it is okay with us. Thank you for letting us have her for the short time that we have..." Woah, I mean, we ALL would like to think that we would react in such a humble, classy way but...man. I started thinking about all the worries I have for baby Charleigh. I guess because of so many letdowns in this area, my heart keeps bringing up thoughts of what MIGHT happen...stillborn, rare illness, SIDS, cancerous tumors...etc. I try to immediately squash these thoughts but, I know that I am not promised September 14th, and neither is Baby Charleigh. I know that my father in heaven WANTS to give me good things, and loves to shower his blessings on me, but, I have to remind myself that Charleigh is not mine, she belongs to God and whatever he chooses to do with her life, is something I will choose to accept.<br />Well, there is so much more in my heart about this that I can't find the words to describe. So, I'll leave it at that for now...</div><br /><br /><div><div><div>On to less "deep" conversation. Have you heard of the hormone Relaxin? It is released during pregnancy in order to relax all the cartilidge in your body. The reason cartilidge needs to be relaxed is so that the cartilidge that holds your hips and pelvis in place can stretch to make room for the baby to be born. So, Relaxin is doing it's job on me these days. Many of the times I wake up in the night are because my hips are aching...they don't stay in their sockets very well anymore because of this darn hormone. But the funniest thing is that it affects ALL the cartilidge in your body, that is why a woman's nose will "spread" at the end of her pregnancy (it relaxes because it's made of cartilidge) and why their feet get bigger (the cartilidge in their feet spreads out), and it is apparently why I wake up with ear pain! I know, what? Yeah, If I lay on one ear too long, it starts to hurt really bad, bad enough to wake me up in the night...haha, I just think that sounds so funny. Did anyone else experience this during pregnancy? So weird.<br /><br /><div><div>Well, Charleigh, Justin and I got some maternity pictures made last week. Amy Harrod (<a href="http://amysangle.com/">http://amysangle.com/</a>) is a young photog in our church who has recently started up her own business. So, we got with her and loved what she was able to do in her cute little studio. She was very easy to work with, and took what I said to heart (even though she is the professional and I am NOT), she didn't just dismiss my ideas...she tried them all! I just thought that was sweet. So, here are some of our favorites :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997810382524162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLG7X9GKYyakmFsWlAPNjHs0Hc7xn6dF2Y3DUNEszTMJyK2ZMW3rSWVQNWdvN0oAZaKUSs4ADjK3MDQyju78fJNd69PXmv4dNvSzQNEi033_KCWjiNUeNursdXZz1Xh2OGLtn4Q/s320/IMG_8232.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zaBx30pK3gbpj1nB3Qv4Cxh43wJ1rxVw5mUi5JLwaIiXK9FagkhK8KTuJGqGroZh9UAPpRoTjka2lQzg9wicKGLkPuqym7RLsbJudafIhVaOASVijeX1zksqZJbPjZB8PlpXzw/s1600-h/IMG_8316sep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062334277972466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zaBx30pK3gbpj1nB3Qv4Cxh43wJ1rxVw5mUi5JLwaIiXK9FagkhK8KTuJGqGroZh9UAPpRoTjka2lQzg9wicKGLkPuqym7RLsbJudafIhVaOASVijeX1zksqZJbPjZB8PlpXzw/s320/IMG_8316sep.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIer5aO0eJ5bJEaIDhoHdDT1SZAs08t_5z8UWb_UafytJ2nmuSUlde7TcY9hnRiS5EjIv9wSmidJMOJ6vS6cBGqz8iJQAyFMjmdxEorPzFSeHRFNbV2Mb8ybCDCrdohG-jhTZFtA/s1600-h/IMG_8276bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062327965798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIer5aO0eJ5bJEaIDhoHdDT1SZAs08t_5z8UWb_UafytJ2nmuSUlde7TcY9hnRiS5EjIv9wSmidJMOJ6vS6cBGqz8iJQAyFMjmdxEorPzFSeHRFNbV2Mb8ybCDCrdohG-jhTZFtA/s320/IMG_8276bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061372940717154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yIqkhg6Ht4-z7sc1bltSTlJ2Bp8GjSRmpt5nmES18CQVxAhGetERz86em9dgRv_LG2WLbsKdl6f-SpuM8CCDZoNYkOrQXqyNIdj0mUeFZdQIG-dr35Qbvs8MRbbaVKwY56FWUw/s320/IMG_8235bw.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb_n70AO7GccNSaCJYmJeVDPIsFAigqDaexOFlQs7Hr2FW0kgP8NzLKfaaeUfNh_1tWQhTzunHqzgWjSb7n2rh419-BVanVM9AiOuVz-M4Z2ZLRCZ4IHtEalxN-OG3ntPPEvbdg/s1600-h/IMG_8261a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061833692867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb_n70AO7GccNSaCJYmJeVDPIsFAigqDaexOFlQs7Hr2FW0kgP8NzLKfaaeUfNh_1tWQhTzunHqzgWjSb7n2rh419-BVanVM9AiOuVz-M4Z2ZLRCZ4IHtEalxN-OG3ntPPEvbdg/s320/IMG_8261a.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Gmy3p5oEqLyWaw2w3ddH_odJKd7q8m1ZP_QAEqPF8iBPZ6ZM4I53xlS0tXe1hBHWktKLrClgdM_goRhLsnX4T9-Lacwh5PmU3h9qp-heGqFoqeNYKQYOV9_gvddQLGGP5_Q3BA/s1600-h/IMG_8337bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059222836740226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Gmy3p5oEqLyWaw2w3ddH_odJKd7q8m1ZP_QAEqPF8iBPZ6ZM4I53xlS0tXe1hBHWktKLrClgdM_goRhLsnX4T9-Lacwh5PmU3h9qp-heGqFoqeNYKQYOV9_gvddQLGGP5_Q3BA/s320/IMG_8337bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhox2seIq7RhmX6vGS_zLWU12FGMTdIKeTm5IZR6HXFnoJUbt37Wm6a0kgTSmG-hWtK5DIMEauagQPCF19TL3NA6ktyMNFvJxj6oE55cFcrV-I4aDikffH3rVlklPvh5GEJN9u7Ng/s1600-h/IMG_8228bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997804130974578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhox2seIq7RhmX6vGS_zLWU12FGMTdIKeTm5IZR6HXFnoJUbt37Wm6a0kgTSmG-hWtK5DIMEauagQPCF19TL3NA6ktyMNFvJxj6oE55cFcrV-I4aDikffH3rVlklPvh5GEJN9u7Ng/s320/IMG_8228bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXyUG4x6pLBWFayl6tgFBRegk4a0HBJkspurpJtIu4rhpp5GCOTnSbrDbFFXLhyphenhyphenSiVScD6aULpClnjyTOoKrnh-k1hcRSL1oI5g5vmL_g2X26FZFvoLew3G2maOpKV40HPvszHg/s1600-h/IMG_8210bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997794479576530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXyUG4x6pLBWFayl6tgFBRegk4a0HBJkspurpJtIu4rhpp5GCOTnSbrDbFFXLhyphenhyphenSiVScD6aULpClnjyTOoKrnh-k1hcRSL1oI5g5vmL_g2X26FZFvoLew3G2maOpKV40HPvszHg/s320/IMG_8210bw.jpg" border="0" /></a>I posted even more pictures on facebook if you want to see more :)</div><div><br />Well, this week mom and dad are coming for their last visit before Charleigh gets here. My mother cannot stand to stay 3 hours away, she needs to check and make sure everything is done and ready for her grandbaby...haha, she's crazy. And she's bringing all the artwork Charleigh needs for her walls :) Can't wait to post pictures of that next week.</div><br /><div>Our c-section is officially scheduled for September 14th early morning. So, I've let the fam know and everyone is making their travel arrangements...exciting! I guess there are a few good things about having a c-section. The extreme "planner" in me is glad to know exactly what will happen and when, our family will all have time to take off work and travel to be here for the event, and I won't have to get all sweaty and endure labor pains...I'm trying to focus on these positive things. Our appointments are now once a week but only for the next couple of weeks because in 2 weeks and 6 days....we'll have a BABY!</div><br /><div>I go visit our pediatrician tomorrow. It will be my first meeting with her and I have a LONG list of questions to ask. Any moms out there have any I should make sure to work into the conversation??</div><div></div><div>I finished my hospital gown! I'm pretty proud of it since I went in clueless on what I was doing. I just pinned and measured a million times and hey, it turned out fairly cute :) It looks like it's mainly red but, oh no, it's definitely HOT PINK!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671477783810466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hmH-REhvFz0tabg3vTxA0dJ4EIg76ur9D3pUBs36Az6cD3NfXHQ6mEqBFFNYFZ-FH5rou9doBtJAvE4qkk0-jx90oHYzNv_fdK2WI8sguZLb8UZqaSgsCpO_uVQELVQk5HO2AQ/s320/IMG_2663.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>I added snaps all the way up the back so that the doctors and nurse could have access...you know for epidurals and what not. Then I made sure it overlapped in the front so that I could just untie one side for breast feeding.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671484178204818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJQvb8tlzHQqHf8VGxWkcGg-Rcyib9wCzJ4xE5EL8MS_B2ZyhNqElBzn5RHNrLAhUm-br8vo_0fC9Pitj9VYSZgQIvgVwnJTXCkch52Zp5TkOUx4sG5yR0J8fXxTh84sdIPqVzw/s320/IMG_2666.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I also whipped up a new pillowcase to take with me to the hospital :)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671487182427298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mXm-3jUkRDaJke2Z9eKjaZzSk42qARljGRtJeW3K0_WhgcxaeH6QcdWXpon0AQNE48CcMbXT_SO11OrTZ5A31F5hH-0AKWskqGRjPr-_-Ub4C-HK-3TA5xo3tZviZN-5qjpwaQ/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373671496686332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubPJWRVFmwGuOggNRxJ_e9fVYK3C0l7CdMs0rXiP_W0MiML6rwnG81StfXRBwIDA2eKZbYNBWFpIneF5C1rG9RtKCtty0anIo1I7xLSFdFUN6fvW54yLYaxiuNCfFdCBT_-D7uQ/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" /> <div>I also managed to make her a hair bow holder! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997778120894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOAauAhllDeGVhyphenhyphenmPPVKEo34jZugFsC2KeycI2J3bIHyP50jNfcEHGvwUn3sfdjF7l0KT0s6rHerFoAghURLKMes8Wy_leuDSgqwyeAwn82qSZNhlQXKXwb8MYwESEKqUhZ91Rg/s320/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div>I added two pegs in the front to hang her headbands on.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6y22SpM8n0bV2_4GaANPg94lYaajfU1yazsSOzsgwC64Mw6FFrm3qYmiyL6k8YCP9gwFZNt6TXmr-urkkb9GHFIVyfvI8S3gv3zz-quFyWOITR5KN2tJS3dD51ERYabxgKlApUQ/s1600-h/IMG_2670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997786838847666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6y22SpM8n0bV2_4GaANPg94lYaajfU1yazsSOzsgwC64Mw6FFrm3qYmiyL6k8YCP9gwFZNt6TXmr-urkkb9GHFIVyfvI8S3gv3zz-quFyWOITR5KN2tJS3dD51ERYabxgKlApUQ/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, I survived our newborn parenting class solo. Yes, I was the only one there that was alone...boo. But, everyone was so friendly. I didn't learn too much information that I didn't already know but there were a few things the nurse cleared up that had been puzzling me. Like, you are NOT supposed to use baby powder at all, or...you can clean the umbilical cord with alcohol or not (apparently it really doesn't matter if you mess with it at all), and she suggested NOT using vasoline during diaper changes, which I had heard was a good idea...hmmmm. </div><div></div><div>I am definitely looking forward to taking Justin with me this week :) muahahahah!</div><br /><div>Any expecting moms out there (Joanna and other friend I cannot name), I'd have to suggest the book "The Baby Whisperer Solves all Your Problems". It was suggested to me and I LOVE it so far. This little English lady answers all my questions before I think them. I had planned to read and follow "BabyWise" but I couldn't find it at the bookstores I went to or at the library. So, I got the Baby Whisperer book and everyone I've talked to basically says it's a lot like Baby Wise anyway. I love this woman's ideas and concepts, anyway, thought I'd give you a heads up on that one!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">"God will never lead you where his grace cannot keep you"</div>Christi and Justin Tynerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12002157723576987369noreply@blogger.com6