tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347590512024-03-13T23:00:34.545-04:00JenniferPantsA blog that hopefully I will write and hopefully you will enjoy.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-79066658449417671212011-04-07T23:07:00.003-04:002011-04-07T23:23:15.744-04:00What happened?Ha! I am no good at blogging! I've been absent! I've been neglectful! It's ridiculous! I will stop.<br /><br />Now that that's out of the way, we can get on with the show. For my first foray into blogging in months, I will show you a few pictures of (surprise!) my beautiful baby. Ok, no, he's not so much a baby anymore. But, he will always be <span style="font-weight:bold;">my baby.</span> And here he is doing something that is utterly adorable. Sitting on his own miniature lawn chair, wearing my sunglasses, sunning himself by the fish pond and sort of feeding the fish. A set up that he made happen all on his own. When I walked out the back door and saw this, I cracked up and then immediately ran back inside for the camera. Ok, enough build up. Jeesh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSgqHuTn7rQ/TZ59p7Uah_I/AAAAAAAABBk/jbcaPHw_Cnk/s1600/chairsitting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSgqHuTn7rQ/TZ59p7Uah_I/AAAAAAAABBk/jbcaPHw_Cnk/s400/chairsitting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593045946492159986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTV8tgUorYU/TZ59phNBUuI/AAAAAAAABBc/c0QSxLpM-G4/s1600/chair2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTV8tgUorYU/TZ59phNBUuI/AAAAAAAABBc/c0QSxLpM-G4/s400/chair2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593045939481826018" /></a><br /><br />We have had several sunny days here this week and since it's officially spring break!! Cooper and I have been as lazy as possible. We spent two whole days in bathing suits in the back yard like a couple of mother-son rednecks and played in the baby pool/buckets/hose. We made it official and pulled out looootttss of beach toys and some sunblock. Basically, it was awesome. The only thing that was missing was Daddy. Too bad adults don't get spring break, too.<br /><br />Happy weekend, friends! <br /><br />PS- I'm not making any empty promises but hopefully I will be back around here again soon. :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-74956895651522616362011-01-25T15:09:00.004-05:002011-01-25T15:56:41.648-05:00Christmas 2010Well, my dear, you definitely LOVED all things Christmas this year. From the moment we pulled out the first decorations, you were on board for a happy, fun December. Some of the things you loved most of all this year: candy canes, a prwismas lights (christmas lights), and the advent calendar. <br /><br />We got our usual two Christmas trees this year- purchased on possibly the coldest, windiest day in December- brrrr! Our Caribou's were cold the instant we stepped out of Daddy's truck. But, we had fun picking the trees out and all piling into the truck and kicked off the start of Momma's favorite holiday!<br /><br />Tree Picking:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xA3mgsrI/AAAAAAAABBQ/cKi1V1g-jZY/s1600/4tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xA3mgsrI/AAAAAAAABBQ/cKi1V1g-jZY/s400/4tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566221555448459954" /></a><br /><br />Cold Boys:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xAtQY3FI/AAAAAAAABBI/Tly0gCoulx8/s1600/3daddy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xAtQY3FI/AAAAAAAABBI/Tly0gCoulx8/s400/3daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566221552671317074" /></a><br /><br />Proud New Owner of a Tree:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xAuT52CI/AAAAAAAABBA/6H3FBK6ANJc/s1600/2tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xAuT52CI/AAAAAAAABBA/6H3FBK6ANJc/s400/2tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566221552954497058" /></a><br /><br />Your first Advent Day was a little late, but you were excited none-the-less. It was such a fun thing to do with you this year. The buffet where the calendar lived became your favorite spot in the house. You were very patient and only had one or two booboo's when you opened a door too early. I was so proud of your self control and how well you listened. (As a side note, I see you still have a paci here! We were all very brave and decided to give up the pacis after the dog chewed up the last of these cheap replacement ones. You asked for a paci only a few times after we gave it up. Usually it was when you would see yourself with one in a picture. You've been "clean" now for over a month and I can't believe it!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xAf0hDPI/AAAAAAAABA4/WVpJPfK3fHo/s1600/1advent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8xAf0hDPI/AAAAAAAABA4/WVpJPfK3fHo/s400/1advent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566221549064752370" /></a><br /><br />Christmas morning! Opening your first present. You had been really anxious before the "big day" to open any and all presents that were sitting under the tree for family and friends. You were happy to finally be allowed to go crazy! You really did enjoy opening your things and also liked to pass out presents to others and tell them that you got them something! :) So adorable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8um0gfhYI/AAAAAAAABAw/lsXEB0Ob1Js/s1600/open1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8um0gfhYI/AAAAAAAABAw/lsXEB0Ob1Js/s400/open1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218908918056322" /></a><br /><br />Your new drill and goggles:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8um-YBx7I/AAAAAAAABAo/KNtiyyv9fAo/s1600/drill2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8um-YBx7I/AAAAAAAABAo/KNtiyyv9fAo/s400/drill2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218911566907314" /></a><br /><br />Daddy opening your airplane:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8umuPf61I/AAAAAAAABAg/jFVvgwn-980/s1600/dadda3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8umuPf61I/AAAAAAAABAg/jFVvgwn-980/s400/dadda3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218907236166482" /></a><br /><br />The present opening madness ends. We're left with this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8udVqTF3I/AAAAAAAABAY/iGNRBTmNzu8/s1600/aftermath4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8udVqTF3I/AAAAAAAABAY/iGNRBTmNzu8/s400/aftermath4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218746018862962" /></a><br /><br />We couldn't believe our eyes as it starting snowing on Christmas night. It was beautiful and fun. We took a few golf cart rides around the yard at Pop and Gee's house. It was hilarious for some reason to be pelted in the face with wet snowflakes. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8udYDlRvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FWjCC66I27g/s1600/snow5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8udYDlRvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FWjCC66I27g/s400/snow5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218746661783282" /></a><br /><br />You sitting at your favorite spot watching your Christmas snow globe:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8udMv6SyI/AAAAAAAABAI/u8uDhK4RhzU/s1600/globe6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8udMv6SyI/AAAAAAAABAI/u8uDhK4RhzU/s400/globe6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218743626484514" /></a><br /><br />Your Santa pic this year:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8ucTOIawI/AAAAAAAABAA/4oXRxA-JxcI/s1600/santa7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8ucTOIawI/AAAAAAAABAA/4oXRxA-JxcI/s400/santa7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218728183982850" /></a><br /><br />You eating lunch on a barstool in front of your favorite spot. Gotta keep a close eye on that Advent Calendar:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8ucYdAEcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vZHpq1jRc3Y/s1600/favspot8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TT8ucYdAEcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/vZHpq1jRc3Y/s400/favspot8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566218729588527554" /></a><br /><br />We had so much fun with you! You make the holidays even more fun and special than I ever thought possible. Seeing the world through your eyes is one of the best parts about our life.<br /><br />Oh, one of my favorite things that you said this year-<br />Me: What do you want for Christmas, Cooper?<br />You: Uh, candy canes!<br />Me: And what else?<br />You: Uh, prwismas lights!<br /><br />Done. Love you.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-43423502863926233622011-01-11T13:49:00.005-05:002011-01-11T14:16:12.423-05:00Snow!We are heading into day 2 of snow here in Georgia. It started Sunday evening around 8pm and continued through the night into Monday morning. We think we had around 3 or 4 inches at our house. We've had chilly temperatures and it's managed to keep the snow and ice around for another day. The roads are icy and we've pretty much been homebound! <br /><br />We've had quite a bit of fun playing in the snow. We even did a little sledding last night on a scoop shovel. I swear one of these days I will actually remember to buy a sled! Though I will say that the shovel worked pretty well. Cooper takes after his Momma and really gets into snow! Here's a look at what we've been up to:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymz99ZfuI/AAAAAAAAA_w/suCtDMxIqBM/s1600/11dressedup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymz99ZfuI/AAAAAAAAA_w/suCtDMxIqBM/s400/11dressedup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561003051631345378" /></a><br />All bundled up and ready to go! Cooper still fits into the same coat and hat from last year, unbelievably. Although, it's starting to look a little tight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymznMTShI/AAAAAAAAA_o/RDBPLoRFTDw/s1600/10cheeks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymznMTShI/AAAAAAAAA_o/RDBPLoRFTDw/s400/10cheeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561003045519837714" /></a>Can't resist this beautiful face.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymyFDj3vI/AAAAAAAAA_g/3cZQL3u8iDw/s1600/9hat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymyFDj3vI/AAAAAAAAA_g/3cZQL3u8iDw/s400/9hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561003019176500978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymyEVZ3cI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OXcsp10nIYU/s1600/8pond.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymyEVZ3cI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/OXcsp10nIYU/s400/8pond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561003018982907330" /></a>Our little fish pond in the back yard. Those poor little fish! Brrr!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymqLS4T4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GIN5uy9H2g8/s1600/7snowchunk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymqLS4T4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GIN5uy9H2g8/s400/7snowchunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002883412414338" /></a>A little fun with Dadda.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSympx31yxI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4N-uRjjs39Y/s1600/6snowfling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSympx31yxI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4N-uRjjs39Y/s400/6snowfling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002876588116754" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymp3Yr6xI/AAAAAAAAA_A/aI6o8wXHLHw/s1600/5dumptrucksnow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymp3Yr6xI/AAAAAAAAA_A/aI6o8wXHLHw/s400/5dumptrucksnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002878068058898" /></a>Works for sand OR snow!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSympodeelI/AAAAAAAAA-4/mpca9DfjB-s/s1600/4bryanandjennifer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSympodeelI/AAAAAAAAA-4/mpca9DfjB-s/s400/4bryanandjennifer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002874061617746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSympf5DsLI/AAAAAAAAA-w/rLJV2_Aa1uE/s1600/3cooperface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSympf5DsLI/AAAAAAAAA-w/rLJV2_Aa1uE/s400/3cooperface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002871761383602" /></a>A good picture in the middle of a bunch of "no Momma, don't take my picture!"<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymZgtD4hI/AAAAAAAAA-o/of8vLVuQ4lA/s1600/2houselights.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymZgtD4hI/AAAAAAAAA-o/of8vLVuQ4lA/s400/2houselights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002597101593106" /></a>Good thing we haven't taken down the Christmas lights yet. We had to turn them on just for the occasion. :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymZXPxiDI/AAAAAAAAA-g/17qXwQ7af7Q/s1600/1hotcocoa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TSymZXPxiDI/AAAAAAAAA-g/17qXwQ7af7Q/s400/1hotcocoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561002594562836530" /></a>A little hot cocoa to warm up. Cooper thought it was really fun to say 'hot cocoa'.<br /><br />Happy New Year everyone!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-62687190286357717992010-11-07T21:24:00.002-05:002010-11-07T21:25:52.248-05:00How I love you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNdfefBXu0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/cU4hvUKEHcA/s1600/face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNdfefBXu0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/cU4hvUKEHcA/s400/face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536999244203277122" /></a><br /><br />That's all...just wanted to say I love you.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-34175308778525391862010-11-03T19:50:00.003-04:002010-11-03T20:05:13.914-04:00Retrospective<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNH1qsoFUSI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gYnfWfhRsOE/s1600/coop18mos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNH1qsoFUSI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gYnfWfhRsOE/s400/coop18mos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535475530897641762" /></a>Last year at Halloween<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNH1qeDA5PI/AAAAAAAAA-E/mGHBc-b3fNQ/s1600/coop28mos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNH1qeDA5PI/AAAAAAAAA-E/mGHBc-b3fNQ/s400/coop28mos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535475526984066290" /></a>This year at Halloween<br /><br /><br />I would just like to say, "Whaaaa??" How did my baby get so big? (And, yes, Cooper is splashing in his Pop and Gee's fountain in late October. It's been slightly warm here. Til yesterday.) When did this happen?<br /><br />I would have posted a pic of Cooper carving a pumpkin this year, except, we did NOT carve our pumpkins this year! OMG! We got caught up in finishing up renovations of the upstairs bathroom (pics to come- it's amazing) and didn't make time for pumpkin carving. Oopsie. Maybe we can carve some fall-type decorations on them??<br /><br />Anyway, can you believe how big my baby is? Is he even still a baby? Probably not...Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-42836866338652233002010-11-02T15:19:00.005-04:002010-11-02T15:31:52.997-04:00HalloweenWe really milked this holiday for all it was worth! You got to wear your triceratops costume 3 times! Once for the pre-k parade, once for the trick-or-treating in EAV, and then on actual Halloween. I was happy that you wore the head piece that went with your costume- even if I had to bribe you with candy. Hey, you were gonna eat it anyhow. You looked absolutely adorable and we had so much fun trick-or-treating with you. Mimi, Gee and Pop came to our house to have chili and pumpkin bread and then we all escorted you around our neighborhood. This was the first year we actually went in our own hood and it was totally fun. Lots of neighbors ready and waiting with giant candy bowls, costumes, jack-o-lanterns and decorations. We all took turns taking you to different doors and allowing you to say trick-or-treat and thank you. You were very polite and not greedy. :) We were all surprised at how well you handled some of the scary costumes we encountered. Quite a brave little dude. Happy Halloween...now on to Turkey Day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkuUtq3WI/AAAAAAAAA98/ghfRC5mYHng/s1600/dino.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkuUtq3WI/AAAAAAAAA98/ghfRC5mYHng/s400/dino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034689035361634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkgE-EG_I/AAAAAAAAA90/VTye_ivLFhU/s1600/dino1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkgE-EG_I/AAAAAAAAA90/VTye_ivLFhU/s400/dino1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034444290989042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkc0cq8QI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nzo_fnYFRiE/s1600/dino2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkc0cq8QI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nzo_fnYFRiE/s400/dino2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034388316352770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkcQJKklI/AAAAAAAAA9k/vpOhHiYLHxg/s1600/dino3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkcQJKklI/AAAAAAAAA9k/vpOhHiYLHxg/s400/dino3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034378570863186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkb_omt-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/STTwL0iQRrM/s1600/dino4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkb_omt-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/STTwL0iQRrM/s400/dino4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034374139328482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkb0hCykI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bK1sh32J-pw/s1600/dino5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkb0hCykI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bK1sh32J-pw/s400/dino5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034371154823746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkbth8OCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/uWjx_fR2pa0/s1600/dino6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TNBkbth8OCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/uWjx_fR2pa0/s400/dino6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535034369279539234" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-4266624723153860582010-10-20T23:16:00.002-04:002010-10-21T00:05:48.211-04:00Picture Story Book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-wwMiz-uI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m0ESJPt2UEs/s1600/sadie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-wwMiz-uI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m0ESJPt2UEs/s400/sadie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333209481706210" /></a> Snapping a quick one of my quick one (well, one of my quick ones): Sadiebug<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xJ8iVkdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_CxElU5l8iM/s1600/hallowlights.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xJ8iVkdI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_CxElU5l8iM/s400/hallowlights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333651861344722" /></a>Decorating for Halloween. Cooper shows more than ample enthusiasm. He gives a very breathy, "wow!" to all things Halloween. And when I pull out more Halloween decorations, he says, "a more Haween stuff!" That's my boy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-wwBmLMtI/AAAAAAAAA6M/qUeufgTU4hw/s1600/makingcookies1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-wwBmLMtI/AAAAAAAAA6M/qUeufgTU4hw/s400/makingcookies1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333206543020754" /></a>My happy and very capable chef. I was surprised at how much his patience and listening has improved since our last baking effort. He held all of the measuring devices and poured all of the ingredients into the bowl. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-017XhDgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/o7cxDex7Qi4/s1600/cookiedoughspoon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-017XhDgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/o7cxDex7Qi4/s400/cookiedoughspoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530337705996652034" /></a>He can use a spoon! So talented. My prodigy. And look how clean his pants are!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xJk50E0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/0QBXEOzdNio/s1600/cookiedough.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xJk50E0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/0QBXEOzdNio/s400/cookiedough.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333645517361986" /></a> Mmm. <a href="http://erinssweetlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate-reeses-pieces-cookies.html">Chocolate cookies with Reese's chips</a>. These were sooo easy (a two-year old can make them) and delicious!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xKIDcPQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Uj9o_8C9nS4/s1600/mimicoopmomma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xKIDcPQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Uj9o_8C9nS4/s400/mimicoopmomma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333654952983810" /></a>Went to the <a href="http://www.l5phalloween.com/">Little 5 Points Halloween Parade</a> with Momma, Daddy and Mimi. Yes, Cooper was a tad bored by all the gore and freak. Ho hum.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xKlxUyuI/AAAAAAAAA6s/eTgdm8PTtwE/s1600/eating+ground+candy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xKlxUyuI/AAAAAAAAA6s/eTgdm8PTtwE/s400/eating+ground+candy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333662930062050" /></a>Well, except for when he got to eat candy off the dirty, dirty ground.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-0n3RIKUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/aSwdtvLIHts/s1600/paradenecklace.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-0n3RIKUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/aSwdtvLIHts/s400/paradenecklace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530337464377944386" /></a>He spent a good portion of his time looking like this.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1DFVCMFI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xRcdUMNZz6w/s1600/awesomecostumes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1DFVCMFI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xRcdUMNZz6w/s400/awesomecostumes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530337932008894546" /></a>But look at these amazing superhero costumes! Maybe he perked up a little when they walked by...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xKjzkFbI/AAAAAAAAA60/LXKQxhM8pHs/s1600/coopdaddyfield.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xKjzkFbI/AAAAAAAAA60/LXKQxhM8pHs/s400/coopdaddyfield.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333662402581938" /></a>Sunday we took a drive to the North Georgia mountains. Ellijay Apple Festival.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1Zqan_vI/AAAAAAAAA88/QZfUW-OtGAw/s1600/bouncything.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1Zqan_vI/AAAAAAAAA88/QZfUW-OtGAw/s400/bouncything.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530338319921577714" /></a> They have bouncy things! Suddenly Cooper was not so into bouncy things! Oh well...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xbMPCw4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/VRzc7THOnco/s1600/mommachase.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xbMPCw4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/VRzc7THOnco/s400/mommachase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333948133163906" /></a>He definitely was into being chased by Momma...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1DaZyLlI/AAAAAAAAA80/RvNUZJjRy88/s1600/daddychase.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1DaZyLlI/AAAAAAAAA80/RvNUZJjRy88/s400/daddychase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530337937665961554" /></a>and by Dadda.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xallKhKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/56FgqL7YwfE/s1600/beautifulsmile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xallKhKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/56FgqL7YwfE/s400/beautifulsmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333937756964002" /></a>And there was lots of this. Oh, how I love. this. smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xavAWc7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/qjyPvxBAmfo/s1600/daddyjump!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xavAWc7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/qjyPvxBAmfo/s400/daddyjump!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333940286911410" /></a>Look at the thrill on his face! It's tangible. Daddy, I love how you let me do crazy things that Momma is too fraideycat to let me do. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xaT4g39I/AAAAAAAAA68/ecWjagZy_Sk/s1600/redshirtapple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xaT4g39I/AAAAAAAAA68/ecWjagZy_Sk/s400/redshirtapple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333933006282706" /></a>Red, red, red. Love, love, love.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1Zwvf8WI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YBjxBsKGRW8/s1600/morerunning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-1Zwvf8WI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YBjxBsKGRW8/s400/morerunning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530338321619743074" /></a>All this running has to make you thirsty!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xhYVRpQI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eHRdkLyZqzk/s1600/juicechug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xhYVRpQI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eHRdkLyZqzk/s400/juicechug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530334054459745538" /></a>Oh, why yes it does, thankyouverymuch. Fresh from the apple farm apple juice. Refilled *2* times on the way home with gas station Juicy Juice. Eek. Hey, it's Sunday. We were indulging a little.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xh56OGwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Tk-Z3dAMQhY/s1600/selfportrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TL-xh56OGwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Tk-Z3dAMQhY/s400/selfportrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530334063473072898" /></a>Self-portrait of the Momma and Dadda.<br /><br />And there you go. Amazing weekend spent reconnecting after 3 (Three!!!!) weeks of the sickness in our house. I love you family. xoxoxo, MommaJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-40892171545156748052010-10-12T00:25:00.005-04:002010-10-12T01:04:07.525-04:00Been in a bit of a bloggy slump lately, here's my exercise to get the gears turning again. A list. The ever-useful list. I shall make one this instant.<br /><br />Randoms...<br /><br />-Today was a happy day. A visit with two of my favorite ladies, some lazy surfing on the internet during naptime, an evening stroll with my little boy through the retail district (hand holding, smoothie sipping, and kitty cat watching at the pet store), and some way past bedtime wrestling and silliness in the living room with Daddy. <br />-I love fall. The cooler weather is simply refreshing. It makes me want to stay home, bake, and spruce up the house. And take long walks. Deep breaths. <br />-Lately, this ever-changing role as Momma has me turning the mirror on myself. I'm trying to strengthen my own character for the sake of his. Finally figuring out that if he is to be strong, I have to be as well. <br />-I love all of the talking with Cooper these days. His vocabulary is expanding by leaps and bounds. I love knowing that he can understand me and he can tell me what he's thinking about.<br />-One of my favorite things that you said a few months ago that I consider your first sentance, "I hear something. A noise." Spoken while I was trying to get you to please go to sleep. :) I had to smile.<br />-Crossing my fingers that the sickness stays out of our house for at least a few weeks. We've been bogged down with viruses for weeks now. Darn that preschool.<br />-Cooper is *starting* to be okay at pre-k now. Part of me wishes he still cried all day so I could take him out and keep him home with me. Part of me likes the time apart for him to learn from others and me to accomplish a few to do's.<br />-I cut my hair short.<br />-I'm painting the upstairs bathroom and we are finally headed down the road of finishing the whole room. It's been waaaaaaay too long. Can't wait to take my first shower in there and brush my teeth in the new sinks....aahhh.<br />-Sadiebug is settling in to our family nicely. Cooper adores her. She needs TWO walks a day. :)<br />-Cooper is going to be a Triceratops for Halloween. Can't wait til the costume arrives this week.<br />-What shall I be for Halloween? What will you be for Halloween?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TLPr91GWRDI/AAAAAAAAA50/FQLO6T0JS8A/s1600/sadiepunkin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TLPr91GWRDI/AAAAAAAAA50/FQLO6T0JS8A/s400/sadiepunkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527020615171982386" /></a><br />Sadie shall be a punkin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TLPq5CBCfyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/wRdy6Vu1I6g/s1600/smileycoop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TLPq5CBCfyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/wRdy6Vu1I6g/s400/smileycoop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527019433228402466" /></a><br />Chocolate cookie dough face, garage sale jacket. Love you baby.<br /><br />Happy fall everyone!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-60783178809230488582010-08-31T23:37:00.003-04:002010-09-01T00:03:17.453-04:00First Day of SchoolThis is a day that I had imagined would have happened when you started kindergarten. However, the stars have aligned and now you're in a little preschool/daycare two mornings a week. I have had a billion mixed emotions about this step, but I am hoping that it turns out to be fun for you and that it helps you figure out the world around you. Your school is an adorable little old-fashioned place. It fits our neighborhood perfectly and makes me think of my own childhood. I hope you love it there eventually.<br /><br />I had butterflies driving you to the school this morning. I was nervous for you, for me. What on earth would I do with my 4 hours of alone time? I knew I was going to both miss my little buddy and feel like the world was mine for a little while. When we got there, you seemed intrigued and the second your saw your buddy, the two of you ran to the train table in your classroom. That comforted me and made me think, "Silly mommy, he's going to have a blast!" I came over to you after settling your things into your cubby and kissed you bye. You gave me your usual, confident "bye Momma!" and I headed out. On the way to the car, I fought back the tears. I kept telling myself things to make myself feel better. It's only for a few hours a few days a week. He's going to learn so much. It will be good for him. And you. He's going to be fine. Etc etc. <br /><br />I spent the next few hours running errands and wasting time, alternately. Part of me wanted to get a billion things done and part of me wanted to wander around Marshall's like I was 19 again and buy bunch of crap I don't need. I think I struck a fair balance between the two. :)<br /><br />So, I picked you up from school, teary-eyed and missing your Momma. I think you were tired and probably a little bit confused as to why I had left you with all of those strangers. Honestly, as out-going as you are, I thought I'd pick you up and hear that it was cake for you. Easy-peasy. But no, you had cried on and off while you were there. Poor Booboo. Not quite sure what to make of your day. To make it all better, we indulged in a little mid-day ice cream from our favorite spot. Maybe Thursday will be better. <br /><br />Here's some pics of your first day. You're too cute for words in your backpack. It was so heavy that you were wobbling a little bit. Too many ice packs in your first-day lunch. :)<br /><br />I love you big boy. Happy first day of pretend school. xoxo, Momma<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P3LLzUgI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8q4kDt3Ks-s/s1600/P1020926.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P3LLzUgI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8q4kDt3Ks-s/s400/P1020926.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511790065773400578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P2iLDL2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GsU4LZKMe8E/s1600/P1020928.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P2iLDL2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GsU4LZKMe8E/s400/P1020928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511790054764392290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P2F6EoeI/AAAAAAAAA5I/J9B2NatUccY/s1600/P1020932.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P2F6EoeI/AAAAAAAAA5I/J9B2NatUccY/s400/P1020932.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511790047176991202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P18dnBFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/i2WmRW7YfwQ/s1600/P1020938.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TH3P18dnBFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/i2WmRW7YfwQ/s400/P1020938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511790044641690706" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-78588306366599647372010-08-26T22:56:00.003-04:002010-08-26T23:12:10.682-04:00PalsI know one day soon you'll be inseparable best buds. For now, you're pretty much just inseparable litter mates. Biting, fighting, pinching,hitting, running, jumping, kicking, hugging, squeezing and...the occasional restful moment. Here's one of them:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THcq0_8Cz2I/AAAAAAAAA44/V9Eiw7LGX0w/s1600/coopandsadie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THcq0_8Cz2I/AAAAAAAAA44/V9Eiw7LGX0w/s400/coopandsadie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509919759115931490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THcq0hIJ5KI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7S0_wNHBZpo/s1600/sadiefoot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THcq0hIJ5KI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7S0_wNHBZpo/s400/sadiefoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509919750845228194" /></a><br />I hear your grown-up voice in my head, someday saying how much you love Sadie. And it makes me happy knowing that you'll have her through the years. To snuggle, to confide in, to have at the foot of your bed, and to teach you all of the wonderful lessons that come with having a dog. <br /><br />Please just try not to hurt each other too bad in the mean time...<br /><br />xo,<br />MommaJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-37084322552582173012010-08-25T21:47:00.005-04:002010-08-25T22:40:01.758-04:00Goodnight Train<span style="font-style:italic;">"In bed at last. Tucked in and snug. The engines snores a final chug."</span> As one of Cooper's favorite books says, here I am, at last. It's been one of <span style="font-style:italic;">those</span> days. You know, the kind that starts out all wrong, continues all wrong, but maybe ends a little bit ok. The kind of day where I wish I could go back, erase all the angry moments, the yelling, and the little (big) fights between me and Cooper. I'm not sure what it was about today, but I did not do my part as patient mother today. It started with waking up a tad too early after a not-so-restful night's sleep and then an early morning battle over wether or not a <span style="font-style:italic;">nose syringe</span> could in fact be a toy. I feel ridiculous even typing that because normally, YES a nose syringe is indeed a toy. But not today. I didn't feel like picking up the shredded syringe an hour later after Cooper would have, no doubt, left it laying around for Sadie to devour. So I said no. And not gently. Like I sometimes do when my patience wears thin. I just wish it hadn't worn so thin, so early. That was NOT his fault. It was mine. And so the day continued, with both of us acting like two-year olds. I'm suppose to be the adult, right? I'm not sure why but some days I just can't climb up on top and see what really matters most. Like being a thoughtful, respectful and patient mother to Cooper. <br /><br />And tonight, just as I excused myself from the nighttime routine, to put myself to bed early, Cooper brought me "our" book (My Truck Is Stuck). Momma read (sounds like from his lips- "amomma wreah"). And my heart is simultaneously melting and breaking into a million pieces. He's so forgiving, so adorable, so elastic. It's like all of the yuck from the day never even happened. He's moved on. So I read, and I try to move on. The anger has all washed away and I'm sitting there holding him, breathing through the hair on top of his head. Loving every bit of him. I can't imagine why on earth I'd ever raise my voice at my little guy. The reality is, is that it happens. Because I get tired, frustrated or stressed. Real or imagined. And the impatient momma comes out. <br /><br />I'm grateful for the bedtime that we had this evening. Thanks for being so forgiving, little man. Tomorrow is another day. And I promise that I will always keep trying to be a better Mom than I was today, yesterday or the day before that. I love you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THXSi6HP2UI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vJgOsLaf7HI/s1600/IMG_2459.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THXSi6HP2UI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vJgOsLaf7HI/s400/IMG_2459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541216314710338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THXShxcFJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4g/rUJuWLNYcu8/s1600/IMG_2458.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THXShxcFJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4g/rUJuWLNYcu8/s400/IMG_2458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541196806301586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THXShs3U1ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Gi8OaPDTAWc/s1600/IMG_2457.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/THXShs3U1ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Gi8OaPDTAWc/s400/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541195578398098" /></a><br /> You. Adorably eating a pah-ooh-oohl.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-65917457616080531902010-08-08T22:38:00.003-04:002010-08-08T22:55:25.681-04:00Play DohI have been too scared to get any play doh for Cooper until recently when I decided that it couldn't be worse than going outside in this Georgia HEAT. I'm glad I decided to give it a try- Cooper seems to love it and I was impressed with how long it captured his attention. Both Bryan and I have had fun sitting down with him and making things. It took mere minutes for me to get over the fact that the colors will not be staying separated. Here's the little dude making red and blue into purple...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9rieptnZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/hfSducWayoQ/s1600/pd4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9rieptnZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/hfSducWayoQ/s400/pd4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235509757779346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9riDBYrNI/AAAAAAAAA4A/W4-XyI5MGz4/s1600/pd3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9riDBYrNI/AAAAAAAAA4A/W4-XyI5MGz4/s400/pd3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235502340877522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9rhj4ccfI/AAAAAAAAA34/R-9Pt6AeWCI/s1600/pd2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9rhj4ccfI/AAAAAAAAA34/R-9Pt6AeWCI/s400/pd2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235493981876722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9rhVrl4iI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tucjMPPxoqw/s1600/pd1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TF9rhVrl4iI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tucjMPPxoqw/s400/pd1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503235490169872930" /></a><br /><br />I don't have it captured in a picture but my favorite part was when Cooper had the thought to use the little plastic scissors to cut a spaghetti string of play doh off of the spaghetti-maker. Completely his idea and so totally smart and adorable.<br /><br />PS- Fall, if you're out there listening, please make an early appearance this year. I mean, I love staying indoors and watching tv and eating bonbons all the time but enough is enough.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-85418876400384436882010-07-25T00:30:00.004-04:002010-07-25T00:40:50.000-04:00Me HouseWhen Cooper shouts, "Me House!" it's time to get to work on building a couch house. Sometimes it degrades into a couch trampoline. This is one of those times. My living room has never looked so well-kept as on this day.<br /><br />Wee-ha! This was fun...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu_DhuQOrI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qq9CxolnEVU/s1600/bigcheese.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu_DhuQOrI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qq9CxolnEVU/s400/bigcheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697837448706738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu_DWyzJiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/CbAhYO_LHmo/s1600/smugmug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu_DWyzJiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/CbAhYO_LHmo/s400/smugmug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697834514982434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-4u_CKqI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FKHfXM2TMUU/s1600/buried.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-4u_CKqI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FKHfXM2TMUU/s400/buried.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697652030188194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-4H7WvuI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BhbYEbY9jJg/s1600/prejump.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-4H7WvuI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BhbYEbY9jJg/s400/prejump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697641545776866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-3p6a0JI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8PjHKVpMpsw/s1600/jump.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-3p6a0JI/AAAAAAAAA3I/8PjHKVpMpsw/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697633488785554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-3XBXUQI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rtydmVfGLvQ/s1600/layingdown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-3XBXUQI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rtydmVfGLvQ/s400/layingdown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697628417642754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-3BbxtfI/AAAAAAAAA24/KL_6r0PjK-Q/s1600/pillowlaugh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu-3BbxtfI/AAAAAAAAA24/KL_6r0PjK-Q/s400/pillowlaugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697622622844402" /></a><br /><br />We need these moments during this time of frequent and highly frantic tantrums. Lately, Bryan and I have felt a little like we're living in a toddler war-zone. Yikes. It's moments like these that make me want to do anything in the world for him. I mean, look how happy he is! :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-86462537788354564122010-07-25T00:12:00.003-04:002010-07-25T00:23:42.487-04:00PoochOne week ago today, we welcomed a new pup into the Kelley fold. There's a million mixed emotions that have gone along with adopting this new creature- but decidedly, she's been a wonderful addition. As sweet as pie and in love with Cooper. Meet Sadie...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6wKYlfFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/gZDJYzu0LMQ/s1600/SadieandCoop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6wKYlfFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/gZDJYzu0LMQ/s400/SadieandCoop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497693106719784018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6voLtMWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/u6wSCvjNv8o/s1600/SadieandCoop2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6voLtMWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/u6wSCvjNv8o/s400/SadieandCoop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497693097538957666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6vUrTu-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/-Dq-qpZhPoA/s1600/Sadie1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6vUrTu-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/-Dq-qpZhPoA/s400/Sadie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497693092302797794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6u1PmfEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GSfRfT4mHgI/s1600/Sadie2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6u1PmfEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GSfRfT4mHgI/s400/Sadie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497693083865087042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6uiNYRfI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/WSXbmVBDEFA/s1600/Sadie3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEu6uiNYRfI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/WSXbmVBDEFA/s400/Sadie3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497693078755493362" /></a><br /><br />Many thanks to the animal loving folks at <a href="http://www.atlantapetrescue.org/www_ver2/index.htm">Atlanta Pet Rescue</a> for bringing her into our life. Check us out <a href="http://www.atlantapetrescue.org/www_ver2/pet_pages/happy_tails/HappyTails.htm">here</a>.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-80290155206708795002010-07-17T00:29:00.003-04:002010-07-17T00:49:59.896-04:00My Big Boy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEE2ZzBH_rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8NT1T6f6OJw/s1600/boy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TEE2ZzBH_rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8NT1T6f6OJw/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494732837188271794" /></a><br />This morning my heart almost melted into a giant pool on the floor. I loved the little goodbye we had this morning on your way to the sitter's/ mine and Daddy's way to work. Daddy had you headed out the door with your arms full of toys you couldn't leave behind- a dinosaur, a train, puh-e (puppy), and your sippy cup. Almost more than you could wrangle. You happily kissed me bye on the front steps and followed Daddy down the driveway to the truck. I hollered after you, "Bye! I love you!" And you hollered back, "Bye Momma! I uh ooh!" I'm so proud of you for a million reasons. One being how confident and brave you are when we take you to the sitter's on Mommy's work days. You are as cool as a cucumber and I'm so grateful for that. Grateful that I don't have to have a completely broken heart when I go to work and grateful that someday your confidence will help you navigate the twists and turns of life. You are a wonderful little dude and I'm so glad you're mine. xoxo, MommaJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-36380297260249307012010-07-01T22:12:00.003-04:002010-07-01T22:28:07.978-04:00Grateful for You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TC1OExuvS1I/AAAAAAAAA14/__ik-HfUmsg/s1600/cakemix.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TC1OExuvS1I/AAAAAAAAA14/__ik-HfUmsg/s400/cakemix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489129364810320722" /></a><br />I just wanted to say that today I feel so lucky to have you in my life. Where would I be without you? I don't even want to imagine. Thank you for coming into our lives and being the wonderful little boy that you are. Sometimes, I get wrapped up in a place in my head and forget what I have around me. The last few days have been that way and when I got you out of bed this morning, I was like, "Oh! Hello, You!." There you were, all sleepy eyed and looking for your paci (well, you call it hassy). I asked you if you wanted to get out of bed and you said, "mhmm". I love you little pumpkin. You're just what I need. Thanks for waking up before I left for work today- I needed to see your sweet little face.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-91666135027750038062010-06-20T23:35:00.003-04:002010-06-20T23:51:38.133-04:00Happy Father's DayTo the wonderful men in my life-<br /><br />I love you so...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TB7gxfGmb5I/AAAAAAAAA1w/P9pJ1DRv_Xg/s1600/Bryan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TB7gxfGmb5I/AAAAAAAAA1w/P9pJ1DRv_Xg/s400/Bryan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068536951238546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TB7gxGdbsQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RxEJT11OYNg/s1600/Pop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TB7gxGdbsQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RxEJT11OYNg/s400/Pop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068530336116994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TB7gwvL7--I/AAAAAAAAA1g/ye0bc48kloM/s1600/dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TB7gwvL7--I/AAAAAAAAA1g/ye0bc48kloM/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485068524088720354" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-34707801308695934102010-06-01T23:18:00.006-04:002010-06-02T00:19:31.970-04:00Happy 2nd BirthdayTwo candles for our big boy...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZhwCU3fI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hlbmqiriLgc/s1600/twocandles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZhwCU3fI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hlbmqiriLgc/s400/twocandles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023695619644914" /></a><br /><br />A day that was all about you...<br />This morning, Daddy and I got up with you to hang out before Daddy had to go to work. You were greeted by a birthday banner and a few presents at the table. We had breakfast together- banana pancakes and cream cheese scrambled eggs. Mmm. A monkey cup and plate- robbed from the party supplies for Sunday. I wanted your morning to be special. I think you liked it. You tried several times to say 'Happy Birthday Cooper' when you pointed at the banner. Very cute. You even gave breakfast a fair shake- one whole pancake and about half of your scrambled eggs. Oh, and of course the entire glass of Mango OJ. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZhS_qPtI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PemmiwcMs0E/s1600/pancakes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZhS_qPtI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PemmiwcMs0E/s400/pancakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023687823834834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZhKZrUkI/AAAAAAAAA04/P0IAtGLyQ2s/s1600/openpresent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZhKZrUkI/AAAAAAAAA04/P0IAtGLyQ2s/s400/openpresent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023685517038146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZWWliyOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/TcTSCAvHTXE/s1600/scratchheadumbrella.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZWWliyOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/TcTSCAvHTXE/s400/scratchheadumbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023499809474786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZ5F6LQsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/9FrsRcWTJGI/s1600/smileumbr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZ5F6LQsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/9FrsRcWTJGI/s400/smileumbr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478024096628032194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZWF3hc6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/DUKNYbEoixY/s1600/opentrucks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZWF3hc6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/DUKNYbEoixY/s400/opentrucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023495321482146" /></a><br /><br />After breakfast, Daddy headed to work and you and I went to the bookstore to have some fun and search for books. You met a cute little girl that was fascinated by you and you two played together for a while. After the bookstore, we made a quick stop at the playground (park! as you call it). You had sleepy-face from the moment we set out this morning, so we had to go home for a snooze (me &you!) before having more birthday fun.<br /><br />After nap, we had lunch at Chick-fil-A (complete with very delicious strawberry milkshake) and then went on an adventure to Leaping Lizards- the jumpy place. You were very good at lunch- ate lots and had fun with some people that were sitting nearby. Your smile and silly attitude is hard to resist. Needless to say, you had a blast at the jumpy thing. We went down slides, jumped in all of the bouncy things and just acted silly. I loved being able to hold your hand as we went down the slides together! It was so much fun.<br /><br />This evening, when Daddy got home, we watched Shrek, ate dinner and went on a walk in your rain boots and new umbrella. After bath, we sang to you and opened one last present. You were so adorable sitting in front of that piece of cake with the candles on it. You looked truly happy and tried your best to blow the candles out. So completely amazing. We are incredibly grateful to have you in our lives. You are so much fun. We love you. Happy Birthday!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZV4YTLUI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/urnU4xq9n-c/s1600/cakeface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZV4YTLUI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/urnU4xq9n-c/s400/cakeface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023491700862274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZVdE-ZOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/FkPTAVnnt0E/s1600/cakesmile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXZVdE-ZOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/FkPTAVnnt0E/s400/cakesmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023484372051170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXbYqw_OVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Qsz0evnfDko/s1600/lastpresent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAXbYqw_OVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Qsz0evnfDko/s400/lastpresent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478025738609178962" /></a><br /><br />Can't wait for your big party on Sunday...Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-44832431961987788162010-05-31T23:18:00.004-04:002010-05-31T23:30:50.228-04:00First HaircutToday was the day! We finally decided to sit you down in Mommy's chair to cut the baby mullet. I love your beautiful little blonde curls so I didn't cut too much off- just a good shaping. You looked adorable afterward and you actually sat pretty still during the cut. Thankfully, you were not interested in the scissors and comb. That would have made it super difficult. Two suckers and a few minutes in the haircutting chair and voilá! Cute new 'do! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9aGfxRmI/AAAAAAAAA0I/c_iMSFw0Dkk/s1600/hcface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9aGfxRmI/AAAAAAAAA0I/c_iMSFw0Dkk/s400/hcface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477640934163301986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9Z7hiOJI/AAAAAAAAA0A/zx4HYP662Js/s1600/sucker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9Z7hiOJI/AAAAAAAAA0A/zx4HYP662Js/s400/sucker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477640931217914002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9Ztko1aI/AAAAAAAAAz4/zkU_Iu3c8sc/s1600/process.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9Ztko1aI/AAAAAAAAAz4/zkU_Iu3c8sc/s400/process.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477640927472833954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9ZbYwwFI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rl6CgZVZ0TY/s1600/together.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/TAR9ZbYwwFI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rl6CgZVZ0TY/s400/together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477640922591182930" /></a>Both still smiling in the end! We did alright!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-28670129808018988752010-05-09T23:14:00.003-04:002010-05-09T23:17:08.524-04:00Mommuh! Mommuh!Today you were in one of those moods...hollering my name just to see my face turn to yours. A little ham, wallowing in the (nearly) undivided attention of your parents. You are so cute- it's hard to find the words to describe how your little personality and your very being, make our hearts melt. You and I didn't have many "alone" moments together today but the one we did, when I was changing your diaper tonight at Gee and Hop's, I thanked you for giving this gift to me- of allowing me to be your Mother. You've made me a better person, made me strong, made life unbelievably magical. Thank you for every day that you've given me with you. To love you, to teach you, to hold you- and for you giving all of that back to me. You're the best son a mommuh could ever dream of having.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWV1x4LtI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7uwtKA2i2Eo/s1600/swingthrill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWV1x4LtI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7uwtKA2i2Eo/s400/swingthrill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083361957392082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWGjq0HnI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9VfqvJvxb5Q/s1600/swingsmile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWGjq0HnI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9VfqvJvxb5Q/s400/swingsmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083099397889650" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-40776386759226242472010-05-08T21:34:00.007-04:002010-05-10T00:00:44.700-04:00Things We've Been DoingThe last few weeks, we've been keeping busy. It's made for lots of fun little memories. I just wanted to write a little something to keep the days from slipping from me. One of my biggest worries (who me? worry?) is that you'll grow up and I'll look back and say, "where did it all go?" So, part of me writing all of this is to be able to go back and re-live your growing up again someday. I try to make every day as special as I can with you- without spoiling you too much. :) Here's some of the fun stuff we've done lately, Booboo. I love you, little pal.<br /><br />In random order...<br /><br />A trip to the zoo on the day we purchased the season pass. I was worried we wouldn't go enough to justify the cost or that we'd go once and decide that the zoo was some place that only needed to be visited once. I was wrong! We had a lot of fun and we went back again last week and had a unique and fun experience. We'll be going many times this summer. You love running right up to the flamingos when we first enter the gate. Then, on to the "ephants". This is you in front of the elephant statue.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWXKCh-xI/AAAAAAAAAzY/JaX1aXrJv_0/s1600/zipperzoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWXKCh-xI/AAAAAAAAAzY/JaX1aXrJv_0/s400/zipperzoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083384575818514" /></a><br /><br />This is the Friday that you, me and Daddy went to ride bikes on the Comet Trail. We took the day off of work (well, Mommy took the week off of work!) and headed to the trail late morning. You napped on the way there and we stopped and ate Chick-fil-A in the car before we got to the trail. When you woke up, you ate your ice cream and chicken nuggets. We rode bikes for 4 miles, you in the wagon, and then we stopped for ice cream #2. Your first push-pop. You were a fan. You did a great job of riding in your wagon. Every couple of minutes you check to make sure we are still there, "Mommuh! Daddah!" It was a fun ride and a fun day. I'm glad you like riding bikes with us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWW5zR-QI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/QQovBiBCuEQ/s1600/waterchug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWW5zR-QI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/QQovBiBCuEQ/s400/waterchug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083380216887554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWFrGEvFI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nEqeXLHW1qo/s1600/pushpop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWFrGEvFI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nEqeXLHW1qo/s400/pushpop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083084211403858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWFE9NlZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Oi1K82tqy3c/s1600/pollutedriver.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWFE9NlZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Oi1K82tqy3c/s400/pollutedriver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083073973687698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVwZATMHI/AAAAAAAAAyA/phHl3vvkM08/s1600/drivingcar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVwZATMHI/AAAAAAAAAyA/phHl3vvkM08/s400/drivingcar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469082718578094194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-d_-xT4weI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ro_uf6XsJ_4/s1600/wagon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-d_-xT4weI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ro_uf6XsJ_4/s400/wagon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469480988830122466" /></a><br /><br /><br />You being silly with our umbrella. Birthday present idea #1 is born. I'm on the hunt for a Cooper-sized umbrella.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWWPJ3LBI/AAAAAAAAAzI/JORsFj5RnJY/s1600/umbrella.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWWPJ3LBI/AAAAAAAAAzI/JORsFj5RnJY/s400/umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083368768875538" /></a><br /><br /><br />Lunch with Daddy at our favorite spot, La Fonda. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWGHTeRQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/AUoyiVuiN10/s1600/sunglasses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWGHTeRQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/AUoyiVuiN10/s400/sunglasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083091783795970" /></a><br /><br /><br />One of our first days at a new park that opened near our house earlier this year. We just started frequenting this one a few weeks ago. It's always empty but has fun equipment and a really springy ground under it. You met a little girl the first time we went and she loved playing with you. She let you shove her down the slide over and over. You let her climb up the slide in front of you every time. Fair is fair. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWFXf3xpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/pKpoWcH0tMA/s1600/prettyface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWFXf3xpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/pKpoWcH0tMA/s400/prettyface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083078950897298" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVxNIDNnI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dhk39VhbNnk/s1600/parkpaci.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVxNIDNnI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dhk39VhbNnk/s400/parkpaci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469082732569245298" /></a><br /><br />You helping me make dinner. You're getting to be pretty well- behaved in the kitchen. You have started pushing your chair up to the counter and playing with the things we set you up with. Gone are the days of grabbing ALL of the spoons, can openers, wine openers, etc out of the drawers and scattering them about the house. Thank goodness...eek, one of my least favorite things you loved to do. Oh yeah, this is the face you make when we tell you to "smile" at the camera. It's hilarious. Squished up nose and squinty eyes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVwt-cYLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dDpkVezgbQI/s1600/kitchensmile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVwt-cYLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dDpkVezgbQI/s400/kitchensmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469082724207452338" /></a><br /><br />Rolling out sugar cookies one day for a fun activity. You called the dough, "kee doe", for cookie dough. Very cute. The cookies were not. But, they tasted good! And you did an excellent job of rolling the dough.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVvrgRj9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/_C8q0XIVWv8/s1600/cookies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVvrgRj9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/_C8q0XIVWv8/s400/cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469082706364174290" /></a><br /><br />Our evening fun as of late- you, me and Dah, hanging out in your bedroom before night-night. There's diaper changing, pajama putting-on, book reading, and...wrestling!!!!! It's so much fun and you really get a huge kick out of it. We love playing with you and making you laugh. Here's a few pics of you and Daddy spinning to make you so dizzy you fall over when you try to stand up on your own. Whoa, whoa, whoa!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVwI925bI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cPlte2OIWzM/s1600/daddyspin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YVwI925bI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cPlte2OIWzM/s400/daddyspin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469082714272884146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWYBqNVhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/1nJO9OCqhrA/s1600/wrestle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S-YWYBqNVhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/1nJO9OCqhrA/s400/wrestle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469083399506187794" /></a><br /><br />Love you, little babe. I look forward to more of this.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-81946600430838720412010-04-12T13:58:00.005-04:002010-04-12T14:27:14.402-04:00Homework with my PartnerThere's a vibe in our household right now that has been pushing us to complete projects that we have been working on for a while. So, this weekend, needing to busy ourselves a bit, we finished a few things around the house. We have been working on a master bedroom suite in the upstairs of our house for some time now and we finished the trim in our walk-in closet on Sunday! Yay. Bryan did an excellent job and I am spoiled by the amount of space we now have to store our clothes and bedding. Here's a few shots of the final look:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8Ng0ARQhDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TIB3rofL3uk/s1600/P1010094.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8Ng0ARQhDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TIB3rofL3uk/s400/P1010094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459313619845022770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8Ngz8wrI9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/QdfE8DjfbQQ/s1600/P1010095.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8Ngz8wrI9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/QdfE8DjfbQQ/s400/P1010095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459313618903049170" /></a><br /><br />While Cooper napped and Bryan worked on the closet trim, I painted our outdoor furniture. The weather was really nice and it was good to be outside working on something. We've had this old wicker furniture for years and it's been through many coats of paint. Here's the latest version:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8Nhzm38xWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TFiO2fLenLM/s1600/P1010061.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8Nhzm38xWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TFiO2fLenLM/s400/P1010061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314712539612514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8NhzUt4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/RSnKe58YmkA/s1600/P1010058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S8NhzUt4ZGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/RSnKe58YmkA/s400/P1010058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314707665544290" /></a><br /><br />There has been a lot of moments over the last 5 months that have been less than ideal. I find myself clinging to the parts of our life that make me the happiest and trying to squeeze every bit of happiness from life that it will allow, despite the rough spots. Our home is one of those things for me that really makes me feel good. I love the little life and the little home that we have made for ourselves. The last couple of weekends have really reminded me of how amazing my husband is. There's no better partner to hold the hand of through the good and the bad. He holds me up when I cannot manage on my own. He comforts me when I am feeling sad. He makes me laugh when there is just no other way to be. We are like a puzzle that fits together in the best of ways. Each having a piece that the other needs to become whole. I adore you, I need you, I like you, I love you. Thank you for everything that you are to me- which is both one thing or a million things, whatever I happen to need. I love the life we make together.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-92147892167575873242010-04-03T13:34:00.005-04:002010-04-03T14:44:21.720-04:00Celebrating a LifeI'll just speak to you as if you could read this, because I'm not sure else how to write it...<br /><br />I love you, girl. A true friend and companion, loyal, loyal, loyal to those nearest to you. Especially your Papa and me. This weekend, we are going through a really tough thing with you. Probably one of the most difficult and painful experiences of our lives. You're not feeling very good. There's a tumor. We found out yesterday that we don't have long. It happened so fast that we are doing our best to keep you comfortable for this weekend, for just a few days. We need to love on you and to feel you near, at the base of our chairs, the foot of the bed, and by our side on just a few more walks around the neighborhood. We want to catch a few last glimpses of the girl we've loved over the last eight years. You're a huge part of our life and our love. You were the first thing that was your Dad and I's together. You're our first baby. <br /><br />I want to thank you for all of the happiness, the laughter, the love and the lessons you've given us. It's been a true joy to know you. One of the things about you that is so amazing is how much you like to be with us. You've traveled to places near and far because of this. There's not a car ride you wouldn't go on. From the very first week we had you, I started taking you to work with me at Pop and Granny's store. You were this tiny little black fluffball whom napped under the bolt bin and on the bottom shelf of the parts counter. You sniffed for balls under the parts bins, barked away at many a customer whose gait irritated you or whose voice tweaked your ears the wrong way. :) From the outside looking in, I think people thought you were cranky (and maybe you were), but from my point of view, every bark was for us. You just wanted to protect what you loved best. Thank you, girl.<br /><br />I think what I love best about you is how you are always near us. You are like a little shadow, a pal that needs to be where the action is. This was true from the moment we brought you home- no crate for you. I had to sleep on the floor with you at night until I convinced your Papa that having a dog in the bed was a good idea. :) And I'm so glad you made it there. Having you at the foot of the bed is always a comfort to me. I've loved having your warmth and sleepy body to wake up to in the morning. Morning, girl. With a little rub on your velvet forehead. <br /><br />There are so many little things that I want to always remember about you. The way you mashed every couch cushion we've ever owned because sitting in the window was where it's at. Barking at any little thing going by. The way you hate to go outside in the rain. Your little princess feet could not get wet. It's silly, but the way you spin in circles to find the perfect spot for pooping. The way you LOVE to play ball. The way you get that wild look on your face and in your eyes when we are pouncing our hands on the floor at you. How you LOVE to take walks around the neighborhood and sniff and sniff and sniff. How you learned what bag was yours at Christmas and would stick your head through the tissue paper and snort at whatever was inside (raquetballs, tennis balls, a new collar). The way you know when we would get off of the interstate to go home and you would jump in my lap as we make the u-turn on to our street. Yes, I will miss you riding in the car with me so much. My little co-pilot.Drinking pond water. Following your Dad from back to front back to front, when he was working in the yard. You're a food beggar. Big time. And I swear at Thanksgiving, when you steal a billion rolls from the hands of all the kids, your tummy is as big as the ocean and made of steel. How you always carry the empty cat food cans under the dining room table and lick them clean. How you and your Papa share peanut butter and he lets you lick the empty jars clean. <br /><br />You are wonderful, you are our girl. Big fluffy. Babs. Babette. You are loved, a million times over. Our hearts are inextricably tied to yours. We love you, girl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMNylugTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/wy-ooNFC3Sw/s1600/babs10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMNylugTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/wy-ooNFC3Sw/s400/babs10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983642128843058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMNoE0jQI/AAAAAAAAAww/1a3pn7DiNdA/s1600/babs9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMNoE0jQI/AAAAAAAAAww/1a3pn7DiNdA/s400/babs9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983639306472706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMNJb4NWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5oZDC_ykApc/s1600/babs8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMNJb4NWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5oZDC_ykApc/s400/babs8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983631081682274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMMrVsW1I/AAAAAAAAAwg/OZJWk-MwED8/s1600/babs7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMMrVsW1I/AAAAAAAAAwg/OZJWk-MwED8/s400/babs7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983623002676050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMMXiDZTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/h0HWLdX5pak/s1600/babs6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eMMXiDZTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/h0HWLdX5pak/s400/babs6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983617685808434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL_5mCu4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QVzo8--ggNo/s1600/babs5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL_5mCu4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QVzo8--ggNo/s400/babs5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983403491048322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL_UZ3fLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Jtf2fiSz7-M/s1600/babs4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL_UZ3fLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Jtf2fiSz7-M/s400/babs4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983393507867826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL-N9zo9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/JVNPhlmu6SI/s1600/babs3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL-N9zo9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/JVNPhlmu6SI/s400/babs3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983374599693266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL93gkxSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/sarVBCoUFIs/s1600/Babs2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL93gkxSI/AAAAAAAAAv4/sarVBCoUFIs/s400/Babs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983368571503906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL9n7s-XI/AAAAAAAAAvw/r-lEpRT1zXM/s1600/babs1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S7eL9n7s-XI/AAAAAAAAAvw/r-lEpRT1zXM/s400/babs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455983364390320498" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-75889147214296938532010-03-02T22:05:00.003-05:002010-05-08T22:00:32.071-04:00CooperismsI wrote this on March 2nd and never finished it. I've decided it's done enough to post anyway...<br /><br /><br />Today when you said something totally adorable, I decided it was time to write down a few of the cute things you say, before I turn 40 and you turn 10, and I forget all the cute Cooperisms. I love that you talk and I love how you pick up on all that is going on in our world. You are learning to say so many new things every day. Here's a sample:<br /><br />Last week, you pulled out your rain/snow boots and kept saying, "h-now, h-now, h-now". You wanted snow. You remembered snow. From two weeks ago. That's amazing.<br /><br />Today, I realized that I must ask you a lot, "are you ready?", because you started answering me, "rae!" It's so fun because you seem so proud that you answer and always with much enthusiasm.<br /><br />You love your Pop and call his name, "Hop! Hop!" <br /><br />You love your Granny and call her name, "Gee, Gee!" (Is it possible to rename a Grandparent after 5 other grandchildren?) <br /><br />You love to answer all questions with "yeah". Except when you answer, "nuh".<br /><br />Your Dad and I have a habit of singsonging, "we're ho-ome" when we pull into our drive way. You have picked up on this and now say "ho-ome" in the same singsong voice we do. <br /><br /><br />**I love you. I love you. I love you. A thousand times over. You talking is the best thing ever.**Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34759051.post-13565429308592527432010-02-28T23:00:00.003-05:002010-02-28T23:18:09.062-05:00City LifeOne of the things I think about a lot is how raising a child in the city is different than raising one in the burbs (or *gasp* on a farm- as I partially was). One of the things I really enjoy about the city is that it forces me to not be a hermit. If Cooper needs a change of scenery (which is often- due to our tiny house and bo-ring yard), I take him to one of the many local parks. Here's one of our park outings from last week. Cooper was being extra silly and cute which made it so fun to snap his picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-7avlNJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TIgc8tcRKIM/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-7avlNJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TIgc8tcRKIM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443513765119472786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-7ZygjGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/hf3DInhq3Mk/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-7ZygjGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/hf3DInhq3Mk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443513764863315042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-7Gqx9kI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mzCrFGqzVjg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-7Gqx9kI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mzCrFGqzVjg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443513759730628162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-6-IpS2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-NpnSLQ9NLE/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-6-IpS2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-NpnSLQ9NLE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443513757439970146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-6iB5T1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/UZ6bPdt-dc8/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuLX47iOjAQ/S4s-6iB5T1I/AAAAAAAAAvI/UZ6bPdt-dc8/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443513749895466834" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05596182141355182476noreply@blogger.com3