tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68005982593507999912024-03-13T16:16:12.663-04:00life at the beachizaak.anneke.shiloh.eli.brynnaAnnekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-81610435880409412882011-05-11T20:32:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:41:01.613-04:00oh, he loves her!<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight Shiloh told me that Brynna's "so cute I could just</div><div style="text-align: center;">chew on her all day."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's sweet, Shiloh. In a very strange, creepy way.</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-22362125873310070952011-04-17T20:15:00.000-04:002011-04-17T20:15:27.881-04:00eli again...At dinner tonight:<br />
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Eli: "Mom, what's this stuff called?"<br />
Me: "Stew."<br />
Eli: "Oh. Well, I don't like stew, sorry."<br />
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At least he's honest...Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-31767241466603744052011-04-15T17:39:00.000-04:002011-04-15T17:39:39.510-04:00maybe we should enunciate...<div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever noticed that if you say "Adam and Eve" really fast it sounds like "Adam Neve"? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, Eli has. And that's what he calls her. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Neve</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope he always does. :)</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-10989532107838421552011-03-29T19:37:00.000-04:002011-03-29T19:37:57.103-04:00blessed is the one<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I currently LOVE this song from Sovereign Grace and cannot get it out of my head. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's a good one to get stuck on, though.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 16px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">B</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lessed is the one whose sins are overcome</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Whom God has sheltered deep within His grace</span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Blessed is the one who trusts in God the Son</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His steadfast love the sinner’s hiding place</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesus, Your blood covers all my sin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesus, Your love draws my heart to sing</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a Savior, Jesus</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will always hide at my Savior’s side</div><div style="text-align: center;">I find my refuge in His sovereign care</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the waters rise, God will hear my cries</div><div style="text-align: center;">His steadfast love will hold me safely there</div></span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Words and music by Doug Plank</span></div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-6537291270318885792011-03-28T17:39:00.002-04:002011-03-28T17:39:37.680-04:00prayer<div style="text-align: center;">Shiloh at dinner tonight:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"...and thank you that Mommy made a really yummy dessert for Daddy and that was really kind of her and they smooch every day. Amen."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-49876362735232563102011-03-22T20:25:00.001-04:002011-03-22T21:34:26.890-04:00this is for auntie sue...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We were driving the other night, and Izaak noticed a (slightly overweight) guy jogging. He also noticed (and said outloud) "It looks like that guy has a herniated belly button." [gross.]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shiloh's response? "Um, did he eat it?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wonder what he thought herniated meant... :)</span></div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-19196497568443540072011-03-18T19:18:00.001-04:002011-03-22T21:35:14.748-04:00the doll<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wanted Brynna's first doll to be perfect. Or at least special in some way. I had planned on finding one for her first Christmas, and looked and looked, but just couldn't find exactly what I was looking for. Actually, there are some pretty perfect dolls on Etsy, but I just can't justify $90 on a doll...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love the look of handmade, but once I got a picture in my head of what I wanted I couldn't find it anywhere. I have that problem a lot. Anyway, I remembered that my mom had brought a box of my old stuff down with her recently and that one of my old dolls was in there. It happened to be a doll that had been made for me as a little girl (and I just can't keep to myself the fact that my brothers both have boy dolls, too :) So I decided that I would just update that one a bit and give it to Brynna for her first birthday. And I have to admit, I don't think I've ever had quite as much fun sewing as I did working on this project. :) She got a new dress, jacket, and boots, and a hat and scarf. I really wanted to make new hair, but did you know that it's pretty much impossible to put new wool felt hair on a doll that is already stuffed? Well, it is. Just in case you were wondering. So she's got the old yarn hair, but no more bangs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here she is before:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I have to post this video... this is what Brynna does every single time we hand her doll to her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh - and this was my other big project for Brynna's birthday - still unfinished, but here's her giant B ribbon board.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-64637594615332676512011-03-18T16:26:00.001-04:002011-03-22T21:35:51.364-04:00"mom, i was just..."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">words you never want to hear from your two-year-old...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shiloh and I were vacuuming (we have two vacuums so I was doing the kitchen and Shi was doing the living room. Yes, it's great. :) and I heard Shiloh yelling for Eli. That was my first warning - if I can't find Eli, it usually means something not good. But instead of stopping, I just finished the kitchen quick. When I turned off the vacuum, I heard water running. My second warning.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I opened the bathroom door, there was Eli, sink plugged, water overflowing, washing.......... the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tv remote. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"But Mom, I was just washing my hands!" </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The new rule: don't turn the water on until you ask mommy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh - did I mention that the remote he was washing is the remote to our digital box, which doesn't have an on/off switch other than the remote? I guess we'll be good friends with hulu for a while...</span>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-14192058479041002242011-03-17T16:19:00.000-04:002011-03-17T16:19:13.738-04:00birthday boyI love a good getaway with my man. And we've decided that birthdays are a pretty good excuse to plan them, so that's become our tradition. (It's been a tradition for MY birthday since we got married because I'm married to the most wonderful surprise-planner ever, but it's a new tradition for HIS birthday because, unfortunately, I'm not quite as good at planning...but I'm getting better).<br />
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So a few Friday mornings ago, my wonderful sister-in-law loaded up her girls and tromped over to our place to stay for the night - and, might I add, brought food for everyone too!!!<br />
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We had a great time in Richmond again, eating good food, watching some basketball, and even squeezing a nap in! (you know you've got a housefull of kids when you spend you're time away taking a nap!!!)<br />
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I love you, Babe! Thanks for being so, so wonderful. Enjoy your last year being twenty-something! ;)<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shiloh was drinking his milk and talking to Eli at dinner, and this is how it went.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Eli, did you know this comes from cows? </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You squeeze their.................weenies and milk comes out. They have two weenies. They're different than us. Isn't it weird that they have two weenies? Eli, isn't it weird that MILK comes out of their weenies?!?!"</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday morning, as we were finishing up breakfast, a good friend called. As soon as I answered, I knew. She was in labor. Earlier than planned. So we loaded up the kids and headed out to pick up their two boys for the night. Our kid cart on our grocery trip was a little fuller than usual. (Thankfully Izaak didn't have to go to work until right before lunch, otherwise the groceries would not have been got!) The bathtub was also a little more crowded than usual on Saturday night.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Amazingly enough, we were more than on time for church Sunday morning</div><div style="text-align: center;">(mostly thanks to my amazing hubby and a box of fruity Cheerios).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On Sunday afternoon, I took the boys to meet their new baby brother - <i>adorable</i>, by the way. Then, brought the oldest one back home and arrived back at our house just in time to pick up Shiloh and swap places with Izaak. He took the boys to their Sunday School Valentine's party while I ran inside to get dinner for the rest of us, as well as my nieces who had been dropped off while I was gone so their Mommy and Daddy could head off on a much-needed Valentine's weekend away. Well, in the midst of me deciding what to do for dinner another friend (whose children were also at the V-Day party) called to let me know that they were headed to Moe's for dinner. So we fed Emily and loaded everyone up in the car - off to Moe's! </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">After Moe's, Izaak dropped us off at home and went to pick up the boys. I gave bottles and changed clothes and tucked three adorable little girls into their beds - all in the same room - so fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Monday morning involved heart-shaped chocolate chip pancakes, a run to Walmart with Shiloh to get him a new booster seat for the car (Izaak had forgotten to get Elyse's carseat for the weekend, and Shiloh's been counting the days till Brynna bumps everyone up into the next round of carseats so we just decided now would be a good time), a trip to the park, a quick lunch, and five little ones tucked into bed for naps. I spent the afternoon shampooing the living room carpet (thank you, Gioia, for the much-needed motivation) :) while Izaak worked on seminary stuff. Romantic, huh?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We did manage to get in a nice kid-free steak dinner and a crappy movie choice before bed. And, although I didn't get a picture of Izaak and I on this Valentine's Day, I had to add this one of Brynna from Sunday morning. She got the headband from Afton, the shoes from Elyse and Emily, and the leg warmers fro Gemma, and they make the perfect outfit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">In spite of all the craziness, we thoroughly enjoyed our weekend. And slept GREAT on Monday night.</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-37963473838078543482011-02-11T22:20:00.000-05:002011-02-11T22:20:24.615-05:00birthday girl<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm really wishing I could freeze time. I've felt that every moment since Brynna was born. I don't know if it's because she's our baby girl or because she's the most wonderful baby ever, but I'm so sad she's growing up. Knowing that I've loved every stage she's been in this past year makes it easier to remember that I'll love every stage from here on out, but I have to say, I think that if I could freeze time I would. Just for a little bit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here are just a few fun things about our girl:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She ADORES her big brothers. Adores them. Shiloh can always make her smile.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Loves broccoli, sweet potatoes, pasta, and oatmeal. Oh, and birthday cupcakes. Pretty much anything but yogurt.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Only has two teeth and no signs of any more coming soon. But she still beat out her big brother.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She loves to dance. To anything.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Claps and waves and shakes her head no. Doesn't know much sign language yet... just "all done."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Starting to let go and stand alone. I'm guessing it will be another month until she walks.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Loves to play peek-a-boo, hide & seek, and get chased. ALWAYS giggles when Shiloh comes to get her. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Recently started making funny faces and scrunching up her nose. So fun.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her favorite books are God Made Spring and Tumble Bumble.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At 12 months, she weighs 19 lb. 4.5 oz. and is 29 inches long. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She's such a snuggle bug. Still sucks the first two fingers on her left hand, and anytime she gets sad or frustrated she'll just plop her head on your shoulder and those little fingers in her mouth and everything's ok. It's adorable.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She's the easiest person in the world to love. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Brynna-girl, we love you so much and are so thankful for the sunshine you bring to our lives. We're excited to see the Lord work in your life as you grow up.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Your little hand's wrapped around my finger</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And it's so quiet in the world tonight</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'd give all I have, honey</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If you could stay like that</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh darling, don't you ever grow up</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh darling, don't you ever grow up</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And no one will desert you</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just try to never grow up, never grow up</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-taylor swift-</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And... since this post isn't long enough... here's Brynna's birth story.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> <div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">40 weeks and 6 days. So much for coming early. I started having contractions around 30 weeks with Brynna, and with the boys I didn’t even feel Braxton Hicks until “Labor Day”. So we (and everyone else we knew) were convinced she was coming early. I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up, but we all do, right? We always hold out hope we won’t make it to that dreadful due date. At least I do…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had two big desires going into this labor: no pain meds and no induction. With each of the boys they gave me Nubain/Demerol at the last minute, just when I was finishing up transition and ready to push. That's worthless. I decided to do it on my own this time. With each of the boys I was induced; Shiloh because I got impatient and Eli because he needed to come out and grow. This time, although ideally I wanted to wait, I decided that since my doctor had earned my trust with Eli, I would listen if she really thought it was best and Izaak and I both agreed on whatever our decision was.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So…February 2</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nd</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and 3</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">rd</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> came and went, and I had a doc’s appointment on the 4</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> for another ultrasound and non-stress test. (The ultrasound guessed she was 7 pounds even, and the tech thought that was a little on the high side…if only). It took a long time to get the reactions from Brynna that they wanted, but eventually everything looked good. I was 3cm and 70%. My doctor wanted to schedule an induction for Monday, February 8, 6 days past my due date, and for several reasons I had her put it on the calendar. First, it would guarantee that she would be able to be there for the delivery, which I also really wanted. Second, it worked well for planning – our babysitters were headed out of town in the middle of the week. There were a few other things in my head too, that just made me feel ok about it. And Izaak and I were on the same page. We did however, pray, pray, pray that she would come on her own beforehand…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I started having contractions late Thursday afternoon, inconsistently every 7-15 minutes. That lasted until </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Monday morning</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. We called L&D at 6am. They were full, but said they’d call me later in the morning and would probably have room then. I stayed downstairs and bounced on my exercise ball and watched the news, then went up and got ready for the day. We were planning on heading over to the park for a walk, but L&D called at 9:45 and told us to come in at 10:30. So we finished throwing our stuff together, dropped the boys off at Jordan and Sue’s, and made our way to Sentara Leigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By the time I was all checked in and comfy, it was 11:30am. I was at 4cm and 80% - at least my weekend of “pre-labor” hadn’t been for nothing. Those worthless contractions I had been having all weekend weren’t completely worthless after all. I decided I wanted to have them break my water and wait a bit to see if that would start things off without Pitocin. So at 11:35am, the NP broke my water and I tried not to get my hopes up for a baby by dinnertime (although that’s exactly what I was hoping for).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Originally my Dr. had said she would give me an hour after breaking my water before starting Pitocin. But she was still next door at the office, and L&D was pretty busy that Monday, so I got more time. At 1:30, my nurse came in and said she wanted to start the Pitocin. I had been having contractions more consistently, but they were still 7 minutes apart and I didn’t feel like they were very strong. I was going to ask her to wait until 2, but didn’t have to because she didn’t make it back to my room until a few minutes after 2. At 2:15pm she started me on the lowest dose. The contractions started coming a bit closer together and stronger within a few minutes, but I still didn’t feel like they were working hard enough. (I spent most of this labor watching the clock and timing </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">everything</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">…) At 2:45 she came in and checked me again and said, “Wow, you’re a really loose 8!” (Yes, she said “really loose”…) Izaak and I were </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">shocked; </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was hoping for a 5! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By 3pm my contractions were right on top of each other so my nurse shut off the Pitocin. I only had about 30 seconds in between but they were only lasting about 30 seconds. Once again I was really annoyed because I was sure they weren’t lasting long enough to accomplish anything, and I remember complaining about it to Izaak. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My Dr. came in at 3:15 and checked me again and had me try a push. She said “Ok, maybe I’ll see you again in an hour!” and headed out into the hall. By this point I could not stay in bed, so I got up to sit on a birthing ball and Brynna’s heart rate dropped. So I climbed up on the bed on all fours and leaned over the ball. Immediately I had to push. And I mean </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">immediately. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So someone ran out to the hall to get my doc, I flipped back over, and she was already crowning. They asked me not to push while they got everything ready, but then I sat around waiting for another contraction… Dr. HP said to go ahead and push, and…well…out she came! Seriously, I pushed 3 times. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brynna Rie Toliver was born 2/8/10 at 3:36 pm. All 8 lb. 4 oz. and 20 ½ inches of her. So much for another tiny baby… Now I know she was big because she was so full of love. :)</span><o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment--> </span></span></div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-42335380410545811222011-02-10T18:00:00.000-05:002011-02-10T18:00:49.123-05:00i haven't forgotten...<div style="text-align: center;">brynna's birthday coming soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_filybACN9dpuY810uMqawE8WFfyIZ-gwxIEQGYASDXhQLPHUNvwwh3vrYzWz9q-G04hQkaXpxtnNAf-4r1WH6Ue9C6tVyVUyc80-nPTL5vpzSFhS6X8TnQHlX51qFlfU4EYDJw29TYYH/s1600/IMG_8711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_filybACN9dpuY810uMqawE8WFfyIZ-gwxIEQGYASDXhQLPHUNvwwh3vrYzWz9q-G04hQkaXpxtnNAf-4r1WH6Ue9C6tVyVUyc80-nPTL5vpzSFhS6X8TnQHlX51qFlfU4EYDJw29TYYH/s320/IMG_8711.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">yes, my baby girl is ONE. I'm trying to pretend it didn't happen, </div><div style="text-align: center;">but apparently denial doesn't change reality. </div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-69064228953607388232011-01-13T14:46:00.000-05:002011-01-13T14:46:04.176-05:00don't get excited. yet.<div style="text-align: center;">This post is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nothing </span>other than to say I plan on getting back into the world of blogging. Mostly for myself - I'm much better at keeping a record of our lives when I'm caught up on my blog. Although I could look back at my calendar for the the past nine months and fill in a lot of holes; I just don't have that kind of time. I don't think anyone does. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So... here it comes - pictures, stories, funny things the kids say. Maybe even Brynna's birth story.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Soon</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Actually, I'll just start with my favorite recent Eli quote:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was sitting on my lap a couple weeks before Christmas singing </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Merry Merry Christmas! Merry Merry Christmas!" </div><div style="text-align: center;">(a song he knew from the Bing Crosby cd that Shi loves)</div><div style="text-align: center;">when all of a sudden he stopped and said </div><div style="text-align: center;">"No, Wait! Mommy, I want marry <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">YOU</span>!!!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yes. I love him. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-64650869051837019102010-05-14T21:36:00.000-04:002010-05-14T21:36:48.878-04:00just another week<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Wednesday</span>: finally made it all the way to the top bunk all by himself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Thursday</span>: got a little too excited about climbing into the top bunk all by himself and fell out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Friday</span>: picked bright orange for his very first cast (with a little help from big brother Shiloh).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Since my last post, we’ve had lots of funny, boring, everyday happenings, and we’ve also had some big ones:<br />
finished semester number seven,<br />
took a trip to Branson and met our new niece, Maya Reagan,<br />
enjoyed a wonderful Christmas with siblings,<br />
started semester number eight,<br />
added sweet Brynna Rie to our family,<br />
surprised with the gift of a new-to-us van,<br />
enrolled Shiloh in soccer,<br />
entered the wonderful world of the MacBook,<br />
finished semester number eight,<br />
received a visit from great old friends,<br />
celebrated Eli’s second birthday,<br />
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said goodbye to Eli’s beautiful curls and hello to spiky hair,<br />
just to name a few.<br />
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Now we're spending as many minutes at the beach with Daddy as we can before he starts his LAST SUMMER OF SEMINARY and we say goodbye to him until the end of June...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0GEs8DVe5h6kHxmf98Bm5MVDspH1G60cHjtls0louaXUxRq3loEX4wg2Zj5VLyndWGMKCkVson5IjEbAQq8VhFEkr99CU8kCzwtoB4zVyzUVW3Uvkia2nJE524qe-sGfqNDsN5KQ-TfC/s1600/IMG_4045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0GEs8DVe5h6kHxmf98Bm5MVDspH1G60cHjtls0louaXUxRq3loEX4wg2Zj5VLyndWGMKCkVson5IjEbAQq8VhFEkr99CU8kCzwtoB4zVyzUVW3Uvkia2nJE524qe-sGfqNDsN5KQ-TfC/s320/IMG_4045.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>and my new favorite</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>(this one may go up on their wall...)</i></span></div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-54801311586826097512009-11-19T16:42:00.001-05:002009-11-19T16:44:04.716-05:00just couldn't resist...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">...taking some pictures of these two <em><span style="color: black;">adorable</span></em> boys washing dishes. Shiloh also </span><span style="color: #444444;">found it necessery </span><span style="color: #444444;">to wash Eli's hair...</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This morning as Izaak was leaving for work Shiloh said, </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Well, isn't that nice!</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I'm thankful for a <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">God</span> </span>I can trust no matter what. I'm thankful that He gives me the strength I need. I'm thankful that when He points out sin in our lives, He gives His Holy Spirit to help us change. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I'm thankful for my wonderful, nutty <span style="font-size: large;">hubby</span>. I'm thankful that he makes spending time with just me a priority, and I'm thankful for the special time we had together on Saturday and Sunday. I'm thankful for the incredible daddy that he is. I'm thankful he married me.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the list could go on and on....<br />
</div>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-67818109133761524972009-10-01T09:41:00.003-04:002009-10-01T11:03:15.215-04:00An Eventful EveningLast night, the four of us headed to our new favorite park for a walk around the lake. We had a great time and got in some good exercise. We had just gotten back to the playground to let the boys play for a bit when a guy walked up to us and said, "Do you guys drive a Toyota Corolla?" That's never a good thing... <br /><br />Well, he informed us that it had been broken into, so we headed back down the path to the parking lot. The front passenger side window had been smashed, and they grabbed my diaper bag, which included my wallet, phone, and camera (and some dirty old Kleenex. Ha!). Lovely. They had gotten into another car and stolen her bags as well. So, we talked to the cops, then waited around while they hunted in the woods for our stuff. They found my diaper bag and checkbook, and all the stuff from the other lady (they had just taken her cash) but my wallet, phone, and camera are still gone. They also found the bat they used to bust the windows. Then the forensics guy came and took pictures, then bagged it all up and took it back to the station. <br /><br />So now we have to replace our window, my phone, and <em>another </em>camera. Some of you may know we have <em>very</em> bad "luck" with cameras - I think this will be number seven in the four and a half years we've been married... Maybe we should just switch to disposables.<br /><br />Anyway, we're thankful that it's just our window that was ruined, I had just emptied all the pictures off our camera, and I had no cash in my wallet. Maybe we should put a sign in our car that says POOR SEMINARY STUDENTS to prevent this from happening again...Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-32447903371143608762009-09-30T11:39:00.006-04:002009-10-01T09:38:47.621-04:00Surprise Family Day & the Neptune FestivalOn Saturday morning, Izaak gave me one of my favorite surprises - he had taken the day off! I love it when he does this, and Saturday was especially happy for me because I was planning on going to the Neptune Festival with the Coston's, and was wishing he could come along too. So we packed up and headed off to the beach for a fun day. <br /><br /><br /><em>Family shot</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqu6Kd48nMlEns2NRkYZOZ1OpI1C8KLHcKt8eX_6aaoMvxSMa_QCYIqIRncyG4S1FLcrqu6H31_LxongweTA0UZj-vlaaOsbQrvnF2-in8BuaomZgiRB7cHrUWkB3HfkrXHV0K-2TSOCeO/s1600-h/September+2009+185.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqu6Kd48nMlEns2NRkYZOZ1OpI1C8KLHcKt8eX_6aaoMvxSMa_QCYIqIRncyG4S1FLcrqu6H31_LxongweTA0UZj-vlaaOsbQrvnF2-in8BuaomZgiRB7cHrUWkB3HfkrXHV0K-2TSOCeO/s400/September+2009+185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387291040708614626" /></a><br /><br /><em>Waiting for the parade</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBFP2Br6GJDDepsPRytM-Iw5UOaJtgeyDF1y4BglpY8u1cD0xIm_k5zevFoVtXBPyLfqUkatTiZcQAKV93xwjRbHV4ITXVIFaos47qprIFkzwHcOReLo-aCfZ-8QIhgrX71EBLj8Z8JT5/s1600-h/September+2009+172.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBFP2Br6GJDDepsPRytM-Iw5UOaJtgeyDF1y4BglpY8u1cD0xIm_k5zevFoVtXBPyLfqUkatTiZcQAKV93xwjRbHV4ITXVIFaos47qprIFkzwHcOReLo-aCfZ-8QIhgrX71EBLj8Z8JT5/s400/September+2009+172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387291053554696082" /></a><br /><br /><em>The kiddos</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCWrm545KliFp_uVks86unkib9AddDseZq-7QO92q3EpjedkA1UlXmn4_QtuIUfP31R7c0_mEBhsP1KJDw50U10-IB1361pZGj6nNnu8TMZ9eBgTnBwY75WDk4iO-bIyNMWwHIhA81oFw/s1600-h/September+2009+159.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCWrm545KliFp_uVks86unkib9AddDseZq-7QO92q3EpjedkA1UlXmn4_QtuIUfP31R7c0_mEBhsP1KJDw50U10-IB1361pZGj6nNnu8TMZ9eBgTnBwY75WDk4iO-bIyNMWwHIhA81oFw/s400/September+2009+159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387291061641526258" /></a><br /><br /><em>The winning sand sculpture</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARXgpuHDPWF36TTY8ZFgkYlYnnb0g262yzTQKkNUX4fTXuTLOMEI5KRYdOuSQ1QU_EQgMEQCpuXHhzhTln4ZM5dfhNO47mL-vMZ18hDkgDsnOkEkmR5TLX1OeJTuHeUf9kx0O8qv7kw6A/s1600-h/September+2009+220+crop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARXgpuHDPWF36TTY8ZFgkYlYnnb0g262yzTQKkNUX4fTXuTLOMEI5KRYdOuSQ1QU_EQgMEQCpuXHhzhTln4ZM5dfhNO47mL-vMZ18hDkgDsnOkEkmR5TLX1OeJTuHeUf9kx0O8qv7kw6A/s400/September+2009+220+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387291069202684642" /></a><br /><br /><em>Finishing the day off with some yummy custard</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdoE7ceZ1ngYB4nM30V-V5ZjaH_sNi3DUTNovbhzqJdftmU675BwFD4Pc8lN0-_XoNC8f3uP7HRQGokaW1zqZ5phw3eSdByi1MFRLcxlH9g0L_PW-TnKLLfmvbfVDnxIGjNFnhjZIy6zt/s1600-h/September+2009+225.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdoE7ceZ1ngYB4nM30V-V5ZjaH_sNi3DUTNovbhzqJdftmU675BwFD4Pc8lN0-_XoNC8f3uP7HRQGokaW1zqZ5phw3eSdByi1MFRLcxlH9g0L_PW-TnKLLfmvbfVDnxIGjNFnhjZIy6zt/s400/September+2009+225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387291082908283266" /></a><br /><br /><em>So worn out</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oWeVFQveMHahwU2a7LmZ50ernfXgSQ-o7Y1yBFHlyusDpKiCaugMSwr2EmAsAoLIw2i6T2GlSCtWned60DqZQcrNGKFgof_OnLasXBMxoXRCeCN6lOELWOdQIE982FE7zdrUV6776IyZ/s1600-h/September+2009+229.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oWeVFQveMHahwU2a7LmZ50ernfXgSQ-o7Y1yBFHlyusDpKiCaugMSwr2EmAsAoLIw2i6T2GlSCtWned60DqZQcrNGKFgof_OnLasXBMxoXRCeCN6lOELWOdQIE982FE7zdrUV6776IyZ/s400/September+2009+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387624850711990386" /></a><br /><br /><em>Messy and happy</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOrdpZyIJ4XZB6fJfdwvFk3NEUlcBrBSSG2rLiDRxAceNqXYW54T_WRxSdTCC3koGdOK2XYjK49LaWWu8bt7k0frV7A87q0BSggsDBbbEh5o0j0jsJ1mxjgYxK4hR0oYigzzyVBxvlSVNg/s1600-h/September+2009+232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOrdpZyIJ4XZB6fJfdwvFk3NEUlcBrBSSG2rLiDRxAceNqXYW54T_WRxSdTCC3koGdOK2XYjK49LaWWu8bt7k0frV7A87q0BSggsDBbbEh5o0j0jsJ1mxjgYxK4hR0oYigzzyVBxvlSVNg/s400/September+2009+232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387624834738509922" /></a>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-30422520893510538142009-09-16T12:50:00.004-04:002009-10-31T11:28:31.571-04:00Changing things up a bit...<div style="text-align: center;">...with a baby <span style="font-size: large;">GIRL</span>! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are so excited, and praising the Lord that everything looks good. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shiloh was right! :)<br />
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I can't see it, but I can feel it. And I know it's there. <br /><br />Honestly, never did I expect him to be so late, although he's late with everything else, so why not? But at the sweet young age of four months, I could have sworn he was already getting in gear: drooling, fingers in the mouth, painful crying. All the classic symptoms. Turned out the painful crying was always because of his poor little ears, but that's another story. <br /><br />Anyway, eight months old came and went, which is when Shiloh got his first tooth, and so did twelve months and fifteen months. At his twelve month appointment, his pediatrician warned us that if we didn't see any by fifteen months they would have to check him out. Well, those three months flew right by and not a single tooth, and no sign of any either. So about two weeks ago we took him for bloodwork, to be sure it wasn't caused by some weird disease - I have no idea even what those diseases were. Yesterday morning the pediatrician called to say everything in the bloodwork looked great (Shiloh's cholesterol too, which they also had to check), and x-rays were the next step at eighteen months if we still didn't have any action going on in there. <br /><br />Well, yesterday Eli woke up from his nap starving as usual, so we shared a protein bar, a gift from my hubby to try to get this little baby in me to start growing. I let Eli lick some chocolate off my finger and froze. Then unfroze, sure it had to just be a crumb. But nope! Wonder of wonders, there it is - an itty bitty sharp spot where his bottom front left tooth should be! I had the windows open and there were some kids outside riding their bikes who must have thought I was crazy - who cares about a tooth? Let me tell ya, sixteen months and three days is long enough to make a big deal. <br /><br />So we called Daddy and the grandmas and baked some cookies to celebrate. My baby is growing up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJVim1VzELZ2tv92e5PdRVB4TsJaW1iORpzxzsH4Dsa8Ubm5MabGdBa8s9LRcgi-qDLXqZmGy5tjUfuC3wguhn3KOS6um1zumhEm9EqSCfZHs-YOG1RoP5PDB4Qtf8AsPTXUAPnJ5wDw6/s1600-h/August+2009+184.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJVim1VzELZ2tv92e5PdRVB4TsJaW1iORpzxzsH4Dsa8Ubm5MabGdBa8s9LRcgi-qDLXqZmGy5tjUfuC3wguhn3KOS6um1zumhEm9EqSCfZHs-YOG1RoP5PDB4Qtf8AsPTXUAPnJ5wDw6/s400/August+2009+184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377688574093656546" /></a>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800598259350799991.post-17092957541127552602009-09-02T14:55:00.003-04:002009-09-03T09:50:32.228-04:00even though it's a boring sport......baseball can be sort of fun.<br /> <br />That's right. I said boring. I grew up watching hockey, what can I say? Although I do enjoy actually <em>going </em>to baseball games, I have to be honest, it's mostly for the night out, the food, and the atmosphere. Not so much to actually watch. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK04lmRugE1ukgxvZBgAdDG2oG1NfhOfArn6CxiPIENMy4NOAfYuVP_8IRfjKngO6CzKGfbXjes4bsfwyN1ZUComRFAa7qO-M3MutD2lRndTnzL2pm7ouSIEQLfw1nA44fT14L_MEuxnpJ/s1600-h/August+2009+105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK04lmRugE1ukgxvZBgAdDG2oG1NfhOfArn6CxiPIENMy4NOAfYuVP_8IRfjKngO6CzKGfbXjes4bsfwyN1ZUComRFAa7qO-M3MutD2lRndTnzL2pm7ouSIEQLfw1nA44fT14L_MEuxnpJ/s400/August+2009+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236832615606258" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, before I hurt any feelings, I'll get to the point: Izaak's boss had some great tickets for the Norfolk Tides game Saturday night. And since he had other plans, passed them on to us. It was a fun surprise for the boys - the seats were about 5 rows up from the visitor's dugout. Shiloh loved everything - the lights, the music, the funnel cakes, oh, and a little baseball too. Eli had more fun climbing Mommy and flirting with the lady behind us, but fun nonetheless. He got a little nervous when a guy wearing blow-up crab costume ate one of the players, but other than that, no tears...<br /><br />This is the face we get when we tell Eli to smile...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3i64h0XREIiwxEaOzaSPjUEKguA207Hs2Gg-u5bh7C2VaiSJCn8iOAu6vhkMy41h5fmdSWirvZGnAvwuirtEboXdphJcin9gUpj2gLWkOWvaBjyGu4WAUktMZOEI7ezJgKQjJ_ET3ebze/s1600-h/August+2009+109.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3i64h0XREIiwxEaOzaSPjUEKguA207Hs2Gg-u5bh7C2VaiSJCn8iOAu6vhkMy41h5fmdSWirvZGnAvwuirtEboXdphJcin9gUpj2gLWkOWvaBjyGu4WAUktMZOEI7ezJgKQjJ_ET3ebze/s400/August+2009+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236819394142786" /></a><br /><br />...and this is what we get from Shiloh. Will they grow out of this?!?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEN4fmxkICjFkYotPtykU15NdK7xB4TZ0pslTSBgJYtljLbVRHfMgXY8RJLdfcMwo7NLwPq4fh-sJ7PDotUec-9ERR2x3o8oNtpeuHgRIDSR3JdFXylitJMy8vCztf6wGNOOslIcGcuSfV/s1600-h/August+2009+114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEN4fmxkICjFkYotPtykU15NdK7xB4TZ0pslTSBgJYtljLbVRHfMgXY8RJLdfcMwo7NLwPq4fh-sJ7PDotUec-9ERR2x3o8oNtpeuHgRIDSR3JdFXylitJMy8vCztf6wGNOOslIcGcuSfV/s400/August+2009+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236808696078210" /></a><br /><br />And here they are getting excited (probably about the funnel cake)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3D0DKZB-tfU5kVIEbXYLrRACE0TyjELFgwAlpXdWpJZCiELQdXBt9T0VW4HaUh38r2Rc6PtqSKJ50qkmxK58mX37PEYm-IlLlHPN33JE17cu4ro0JjXOYDqD0RaMaTifv6y1dJyGzz11/s1600-h/August+2009+118.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3D0DKZB-tfU5kVIEbXYLrRACE0TyjELFgwAlpXdWpJZCiELQdXBt9T0VW4HaUh38r2Rc6PtqSKJ50qkmxK58mX37PEYm-IlLlHPN33JE17cu4ro0JjXOYDqD0RaMaTifv6y1dJyGzz11/s400/August+2009+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236798206098946" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC5JVyJYRZrN0sdOy0h-P8TnnYA44bQ8K5b8Y4Ms0iOOsaYSylB3wS_WOOhZDwM1Nmpq6qd5wsdSKzYu9LHV552D5MIZ94-Tn2pHGnqPGrtbKbuadLDmI9iz6-uuwUOQ1Z5NA889A32YLC/s1600-h/August+2009+121.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC5JVyJYRZrN0sdOy0h-P8TnnYA44bQ8K5b8Y4Ms0iOOsaYSylB3wS_WOOhZDwM1Nmpq6qd5wsdSKzYu9LHV552D5MIZ94-Tn2pHGnqPGrtbKbuadLDmI9iz6-uuwUOQ1Z5NA889A32YLC/s400/August+2009+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236785627418018" /></a>Annekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387991407933709388noreply@blogger.com4