tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43756256360606444612024-02-01T23:53:30.275-05:00Bally's BunchHollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-14932125832473622272012-07-11T14:18:00.002-04:002012-07-12T14:19:33.910-04:00Oh Grandma<div>
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I will NEVER forget to cherish:<br />
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- your calmness</div>
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- your love of life</div>
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- your love for Papa</div>
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- your love for your children and grandchildren</div>
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- your forgiveness</div>
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- your love of and for God</div>
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- your belief in salvation</div>
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- your kindness</div>
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- your open heart and mind</div>
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- your ability to accept...even the things you don't agree with</div>
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- your beautiful voice. i have to agree with Kendra - it's like a lullaby</div>
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- christmas eve's singing carols while you and aunt mim played piano</div>
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- playing canasta and dominos in your camper</div>
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- you having us over for sleepovers</div>
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- watching "golden girls" with you</div>
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- you picking me up at school after i split my chin open in 1st grade. you took care of me for hours.</div>
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- spending afternoons at your house</div>
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- your tapioca</div>
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- your mac n cheese</div>
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- your cottage cheese loaf</div>
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- your love of friends</div>
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- your prayer list</div>
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- your commitment to the seventh day</div>
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- your routine</div>
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- the advent calendar you did</div>
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- your positive words</div>
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- your mom - she used to give us the best candy!</div>
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- the son you molded into my dad</div>
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- the uncle you gave me</div>
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- the way you took care of papa</div>
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- playing with the neighbors cats in miami. you taught me "here kitty, kitty, kitty".</div>
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- "tinkle, tinkle little star"</div>
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- the fun times we had in west virginia</div>
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- the scarves you used to wear with your hat to keep the mosquitos away</div>
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- your "soup de-licious"!</div>
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- the special blankets we had at your house</div>
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- 5 little monkeys</div>
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- the old lady with big ears that you measured on the stairs</div>
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- your hugs</div>
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- the way you have such a positive influence on so many people<br />
- your patience<br />
- the sound of you clearing your throat (family will agree). i always loved the aahhmmm...<br />
- the prayer box you gave me at my baptism. 25 years later i still pull a card out and read one every day.<br />
- our walks to that park in miami<br />
- the beach we went to in palm city<br />
- the way i feel in your presence - safe and loved<br />
- the christmas decorations you gave to me last year. my favorite is, and always has been, that little man that slowly falls down the chimney. the huge pine cones you and papa found too.<br />
- your love for the outdoors<br />
- the little dance you do with kate<br />
- the way you shake your hips when your animated<br />
- the way you roll your eyes at dad and uncle jack<br />
- your organization<br />
- your stubbornness!<br />
- your ability to be so strong - even when life isn't kind<br />
- your belief that you are going to meet us all in Heaven<br />
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I'm sure I will add more, but for now I need to go play with Nick! I love you Grandma!!<br />
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Anyway, I can post a pic of what I am wearing - it's just wasn't taken today. I'm wearing a t-shirt (from my sister - it's maternity...no, I'm not prego) and jeans from Target. Oh, and this pic was taken one day before the camera incident.<br />
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Side note: My hair is red/brown because I tried to do it myself and this was the only option after I FRIED it. I can't wait to go back to a lighter color.<br />
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Anyway, here I am. A wife, a mom, playmate, breakfast-lunch-dinner maker, filler of the sippies, bubble blower, driveway chalker, swing pusher, basketball player, painter, butt-wiper, song singer (my poor kids), game player, floor mopper, dish cleaner, bathroom picker-upper, laundry doer, lawn mower, weed wacker...and the list goes on.<br />
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...So you probably think I'm complaining? No, I'm not. I LOVE every.single.minute. that I spend with my kids. It is trying at times and unfortunately they get the brunt of it. But, they also get the best: A mom that loves them SO much. A mom that is always there for them. A concrete foundation for them to build upon.<br />
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Well, here I go. Day 1: Self Portrait<br />
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</div><div>Well, I can't take credit for this idea. I liked the tile idea, but hadn't thought about the handprints. Rob did. He's into woodworking now so he cut the wood, painted the tiles and we each took turns with the handprints. The kids especially liked this!<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKhELIfVEPjbqZUp63-SdBdf_Z6uHx4u10n_NCTzxrX7FHSQUFo6lh38O-EQUfMY0243YBU_8wLyPWChlEnlGKBxOrPPS_DpkthbgorgDolqyU3-twj9ADxHfdcVgiu5lxy3FrgXUXuTY/s1600/Hands+Kids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527906921718931906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKhELIfVEPjbqZUp63-SdBdf_Z6uHx4u10n_NCTzxrX7FHSQUFo6lh38O-EQUfMY0243YBU_8wLyPWChlEnlGKBxOrPPS_DpkthbgorgDolqyU3-twj9ADxHfdcVgiu5lxy3FrgXUXuTY/s320/Hands+Kids.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a></div><div>It turned out great and it added a lot of character to the room.</div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-54821108316531848872010-10-20T10:53:00.000-04:002010-10-20T11:28:37.552-04:00My Best Friend<div>We met in 5th grade. She was the newbie. She was cool and fun. We became instant friends. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for her. And, I know she would say the same about me. We usually talk a few times a week. Other times we go weeks without hearing each others voices. That's okay. We are connected...for life. :) Although I have two sisters; Jennifer was my "sister". We had school together. Took vacations together. (I remember our first vacation together we went to the beach and stayed up late eating Speckled Eggs...yumm. We also tried Nair...now that was a funny sight)! We shared crushes. We shared clothes. Even more, we had matching outfits for every day of the week. Haha...makes me laugh.</div><div><br /></div><div>We've fallen apart and put each other back together. We've given and taken advice - good or bad, we always listen.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had our first children together. We were each others' support. We were both miserable. Her more than me. She was on bed rest. I got to go to work. I often wished I would be put on bed rest! We talked about the pains, the nudges, and the awesomeness of pregnancy. Now, our children play together. Nick and Macey have become great buddies. They love each other. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's Jennifer's birthday today. Happy birthday Jennifer! I love you forever and always.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpqOjzAs4eu0KJXqpA9TpSOxkgBuGzRNEAGXebcBeR6Gs6cwkbjRy8EuRBaOttI1iAxL22AV-CIxe3ulkytjuza8hPxyZSoRONkk06vSSM_AXWNwQ-h_ixJd07kqGOKbIIDr0ZxuGfbJs/s320/JenHolly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530142239867597890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jennifer and I in our matching outfits. Awe...how cute!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3o6fK1f9awXT8MB4qVgBJsjrzhvLrTaBv8xMXmJtlsrBH-mSfxyEArT9NNoaW59KRSFBn_o1qiDKOJpl9XJgbwQGlmcxjfudoMS6FTA9WOc4OQtrsvr42XfA4bXl2cdLeqPgY7InjlTPE/s320/Jen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530142038632406626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Sorry girlie, I couldn't resist. I can't find the one with both of us dressed funky. Just you. Hope you get a good laugh!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk36NFcZxsekY8g2al2RQQlS-sYfjPPidsxuhk_5_Sqm4PUcOnVm_yP40Nq_ZKC7JnpKRzqrUG9Rr0fpfgMp3pmcaejzPZwEoHU4hiMqwCkJx0OD1YVO9RYFtEgJzkZr2wRC-SnI00pPg4/s1600/Jenwedding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk36NFcZxsekY8g2al2RQQlS-sYfjPPidsxuhk_5_Sqm4PUcOnVm_yP40Nq_ZKC7JnpKRzqrUG9Rr0fpfgMp3pmcaejzPZwEoHU4hiMqwCkJx0OD1YVO9RYFtEgJzkZr2wRC-SnI00pPg4/s320/Jenwedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530142423294932290" /></a><br /><div>The bride is Jennifer. I was her Maid-0f-Honor. Knowing now what I didn't know then makes me understand how horrible I was at the job. Sorry girl...I really had no idea.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9TOhDnAvGjjkcCpVdqeJeuccIvZ2bB7jMvo72eOYbx1ySyS15YRg4pBGaVWH3MGduLeAEdcfIpHlM4uhidyUUQjg03UC5X73CPdX10-h8xS9TQJx66yD8cJhRFWIGqAAxph-Q4QcAqmr/s1600/hollyjenn.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9TOhDnAvGjjkcCpVdqeJeuccIvZ2bB7jMvo72eOYbx1ySyS15YRg4pBGaVWH3MGduLeAEdcfIpHlM4uhidyUUQjg03UC5X73CPdX10-h8xS9TQJx66yD8cJhRFWIGqAAxph-Q4QcAqmr/s320/hollyjenn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530141923437360466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><br /></div><div>At my bachelorette/bachelor party. It was a fun time! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2ranmcskhB5vEJd5wd5-d1gPwBuu-N9UIjo2WF5x98o1xhfqjqCSPV2vhMyFsP0ZpERLeG2bapJ3yA9FP9LEXpf_djwvfOECkpL3aYPKL4h8tnedFpyEqxEjaaYXEWyNfI2xB8DGyG2I/s1600/hollyjen.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2ranmcskhB5vEJd5wd5-d1gPwBuu-N9UIjo2WF5x98o1xhfqjqCSPV2vhMyFsP0ZpERLeG2bapJ3yA9FP9LEXpf_djwvfOECkpL3aYPKL4h8tnedFpyEqxEjaaYXEWyNfI2xB8DGyG2I/s320/hollyjen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530141841989781522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I just thought she looked really super pretty here. This is her, myself, and my Uncle Jack. Two nights before wedding.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4jQwEVGGvthNqgRv765F9toYFBZ2cvP3SlSZjRbpFjdZZ0ZW9e4ycokOdGrOxGl-RI707Ggy2RlI7SXmUBd3NfQ5_uELt8MGrvmnE_K3l9B26THcKUIC9N-oZJ2_lnL8Was8WyAgJpin/s1600/jenhollyready.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4jQwEVGGvthNqgRv765F9toYFBZ2cvP3SlSZjRbpFjdZZ0ZW9e4ycokOdGrOxGl-RI707Ggy2RlI7SXmUBd3NfQ5_uELt8MGrvmnE_K3l9B26THcKUIC9N-oZJ2_lnL8Was8WyAgJpin/s320/jenhollyready.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530142336466876898" /></a><br /></div><div>In Chicago. We had just driven 2 hours to get to my in-laws' house. We were half-way ready for my wedding.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLfzbCer6rCccARkRHHdgO468riEwNa0k54cycKmcB8_XNbTMd_g0qjcs88k3ezRELYXU9_jjqPk-wCoJXXawa8ocFmZ3mJ2SPO9HMwMoyB7-KYN8tIYntN59BC_xAAkyn1UC6ARQQwBV/s1600/bestie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLfzbCer6rCccARkRHHdgO468riEwNa0k54cycKmcB8_XNbTMd_g0qjcs88k3ezRELYXU9_jjqPk-wCoJXXawa8ocFmZ3mJ2SPO9HMwMoyB7-KYN8tIYntN59BC_xAAkyn1UC6ARQQwBV/s320/bestie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530141752906128258" /></a><br /></div><div>She's always been really good with make-up. I've always needed help. Perfect!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy birthday Jennifer!! I love you more than you'll ever know. I wish I could find more pics. Oh well, this will have to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you, </div><div><br /></div><div>Heart</div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-59307885189295114042010-10-18T10:41:00.000-04:002010-10-20T08:30:41.314-04:00Halloweens Gone By<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzKwyNJwTNOXwzfGl57zYQRsQJ0L4Q8Qwquc6DOcA_FYEI-_LqsWZePUYkhxOEfEiQTL4teL3xjplvnAJ180ENlvPQyw9h1LoUBzwxgXP00N5-vZqYcJ5fVw1YS0gXa10X31mry0RiafV/s1600/NickHalloween5.jpg"></a><div>Karly's first Halloween: A ballerina.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gysJXZU_Q8WWQ9drORaG48muBE3VLw2Rs5jIn_1pksVY5R0dZG3pd0-Xk3hwBIbOGnajAIpKyLXWNpkcEnrRkf-b_PdjQ6qqUqg_nWgPgEzoQcJ6gvH_WpRb1Dt5A_bQBkN0g7StUnzz/s1600/KarlyHallowwen1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gysJXZU_Q8WWQ9drORaG48muBE3VLw2Rs5jIn_1pksVY5R0dZG3pd0-Xk3hwBIbOGnajAIpKyLXWNpkcEnrRkf-b_PdjQ6qqUqg_nWgPgEzoQcJ6gvH_WpRb1Dt5A_bQBkN0g7StUnzz/s320/KarlyHallowwen1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529396954781519570" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>Nick's third Halloween: A boxer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNXvVvOwYlTIBK_uNBG1etsECvU5ELlHCvt_4fzut7Il7mUuoSTcMcrKw8RyHIukpU42Zm6oUg0RSmHm0HOToHd06ut3SX9fpMGs3dsSmEoNH1CTvifz-eHDEvm8lJP5kDeTuhk0amC8i/s1600/NickHalloween2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNXvVvOwYlTIBK_uNBG1etsECvU5ELlHCvt_4fzut7Il7mUuoSTcMcrKw8RyHIukpU42Zm6oUg0RSmHm0HOToHd06ut3SX9fpMGs3dsSmEoNH1CTvifz-eHDEvm8lJP5kDeTuhk0amC8i/s320/NickHalloween2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529396793811572706" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Nick's second Halloween: Beagues the Beagle</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzKwyNJwTNOXwzfGl57zYQRsQJ0L4Q8Qwquc6DOcA_FYEI-_LqsWZePUYkhxOEfEiQTL4teL3xjplvnAJ180ENlvPQyw9h1LoUBzwxgXP00N5-vZqYcJ5fVw1YS0gXa10X31mry0RiafV/s320/NickHalloween5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530104404840231810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Nick's first Halloween: A cutie.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixi3jy4IgGmQj6-q54cLPZbfsn3W_0SP3etnweYF1wI1hE7r73Flxig3Ddoi2XqCwWwmWy5QrYjfDF-AWBEyj-aLPDAKPksfJJ3jnViCbjCHf3ezZhaXOINywHwjyDXrXispGbw50CN6R-/s1600/NickHalloween1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixi3jy4IgGmQj6-q54cLPZbfsn3W_0SP3etnweYF1wI1hE7r73Flxig3Ddoi2XqCwWwmWy5QrYjfDF-AWBEyj-aLPDAKPksfJJ3jnViCbjCHf3ezZhaXOINywHwjyDXrXispGbw50CN6R-/s320/NickHalloween1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529396699951751794" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-45560742621883798162010-10-17T18:22:00.000-04:002010-10-17T19:15:53.564-04:00Remember When...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqQZmw9xMZuNZc7ftCXYgztSzY0NIeavrFdKX5m6eYB8ti6zTiz88_oFKJLiZ_T19ejggysFxwaQTw-DK7obIxsAXHCj0DAGlmtcNLS_D-JGWaRJYQSaGiBNDlSmscEmwCcqqbayMrXtP/s1600/rh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqQZmw9xMZuNZc7ftCXYgztSzY0NIeavrFdKX5m6eYB8ti6zTiz88_oFKJLiZ_T19ejggysFxwaQTw-DK7obIxsAXHCj0DAGlmtcNLS_D-JGWaRJYQSaGiBNDlSmscEmwCcqqbayMrXtP/s320/rh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529157345522840146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lr7vQj-5oS-oxCxNuxpte14xe4qDstCUvU84oKhpIpK_Ldz6LAvzfeLHocbgl0agVaTAQ2xb2X42ZrYaS3tEEPUv5efCDnOP2WfC782sh77768rZFLuLmZhzB7zEo2DoKNEspihnS2hw/s1600/rhfavo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lr7vQj-5oS-oxCxNuxpte14xe4qDstCUvU84oKhpIpK_Ldz6LAvzfeLHocbgl0agVaTAQ2xb2X42ZrYaS3tEEPUv5efCDnOP2WfC782sh77768rZFLuLmZhzB7zEo2DoKNEspihnS2hw/s320/rhfavo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529156932000635634" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; ">Remember when I was young and so were you<br />and time stood still and love was all we knew<br />You were the first, so was I<br />We made love and then you cried<br />Remember when<br /><br />Remember when we vowed the vows<br />and walked the walk<br />Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard<br />We lived and learned, life threw curves<br />There was joy, there was hurt<br />Remember when<br /><br />Remember when old ones died and new were born<br />And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged<br />We came together, fell apart<br />And broke each other's hearts<br />Remember when<br /><br />Remember when the sound of little feet<br />was the music<br />We danced to week to week<br />Brought back the love, we found trust<br />Vowed we'd never give it up<br />Remember when<br /><br />Remember when thirty seemed so old<br />Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone<br />To where we are,<br />Where we've been<br />Said we'd do it all again<br />Remember when<br />Remember when we said when we turned gray<br />When the children grow up and move away<br />We won't be sad, we'll be glad<br />For all the life we've had<br />And we'll remember when</span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoBSxsguJdifGpYMDUh1RuUkDSJv0HSpFn5zORDg6MR0yFuiIqt1_m8sqyjSnbo_VFzAl4W5kucyHMab0pjc0njPplW5KiswPmV_ii5BVVUt-XMNZ8tKqtQpwbJ9yrzB2tf2WmvfFZ_92/s1600/fav.bday.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoBSxsguJdifGpYMDUh1RuUkDSJv0HSpFn5zORDg6MR0yFuiIqt1_m8sqyjSnbo_VFzAl4W5kucyHMab0pjc0njPplW5KiswPmV_ii5BVVUt-XMNZ8tKqtQpwbJ9yrzB2tf2WmvfFZ_92/s320/fav.bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529156567718820930" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-90932236946176493412010-10-13T14:18:00.000-04:002010-10-16T17:18:04.982-04:00My Sib's. Enjoy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1oVNp69WMCByXchZAERvtCqD8TgmhM7_ZmhKbfHzjf_C_9c1LPaM6NcQWjaYR9nqzTu9m8Iw4MrKC0jaW9T2Bs7DPzsPd8M2OuZ5YcKl3HQCvls7CmEMf8Pzm9R9pP3lU3a9VivHUfbY/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1oVNp69WMCByXchZAERvtCqD8TgmhM7_ZmhKbfHzjf_C_9c1LPaM6NcQWjaYR9nqzTu9m8Iw4MrKC0jaW9T2Bs7DPzsPd8M2OuZ5YcKl3HQCvls7CmEMf8Pzm9R9pP3lU3a9VivHUfbY/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528754946866555650" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kendra:<div><div>1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is the youngest girl in the fam. Number three out of four children.</div><div>2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She was my truly my rock for a good amount of time in my life. Yes, I really leaned on my younger sis'. We used to hold hands and pray everyday during a rough patch.</div><div>3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She was the first to graduate college. I'm so proud of her.</div><div>4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is a very strong person. She knows what she wants and goes for it. There is not a person or a thing that can stop her.</div><div>5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is passionate.</div><div>6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>If she loves you, cares about you, etc. you will be the first to know it.</div><div>7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She will make a great wife to a very lucky man one day. </div><div>8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She will make a great mommy to her children.</div><div>9.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She lived without cable for years. This was a choice, it wasn't because she couldn't afford it. What? No cable?</div><div>10.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her favorite show of all time is "Friends".</div><div>11.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>That's probably already changed, or about to. She has cable now.</div><div>12.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She tells it like it is.</div><div>13.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is beautiful.</div><div>14.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She has often been told she's a cross between Jessica Simpson and Britney Spears.</div><div>15.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is living the single life right now.</div><div>16.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She would give anything and everything up for anyone in our family.</div><div>17.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She lives in Denver. I wish she lived in FL. Better yet, I wish she'd come live with me and the family in GA!</div><div>18.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is very sensitive. She always has been.</div><div>19.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> Her family misses her more than she'll ever know. Move back!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">20.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We are forever.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">Kenny:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My wonderful brother came into my life in 1986.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My parents adopted him. That was the best decision my family EVER made. He is truly a level-headed guy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He lived in an orphanage in El Salvador until he was about 6 months old. When he came to Florida he was the size of a newborn.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Not only is he the "apple" of my eye, but he is for our whole family. He was the best kid and has become the a very responsible adult.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When something goes wrong in our family he is the voice of reason.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As a child, he was a lot like me. We were both very attached to our parents.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He was the only boy living with three female siblings.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My younger sister and I used to sneak into his room when he was sleeping. We would spray him with water guns or yank his covers off. Then we would hide and do it again after he fell asleep!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As a child he was very attached to our mom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">9.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is real. If you want an honest opinion, just ask him. He'll tell you. I love that about him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">10.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has a wonderful relationship with my dad. I would call them best friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">11.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I bought him a wonderful birthday gift....a cat. (My parents were thrilled!). He named her Jasmine. She is the only living cat left at the Worrow household.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">12.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He now works in hospital transport, but as of the 19th he will be working as a tech in the ER at Florida Hospital!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">13.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves to boat. Catch and release.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">14.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He bought his first home this year. It's pretty nice!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">15.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has a small group of close friends, but a large group of friends that he hangs out with.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">16.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves Taco Bell.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">17.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>That is okay because he works out all the time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">18.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He also loves Subway....Mmmm.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">19. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He and my dad are planning a trip to El Salvador sometime in the next few years. It will be nice for him to see where he was born.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">20.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We are forever.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">Amanda:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She was married this year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I really hope her and Chris go through with a ceremony next year. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She has always been really picky...in many aspects of her life. I admire this.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She and Chris welcomed their baby girl, Katherine Elizabeth, on August 31'st.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She looks really good right now. Can't even tell she had a baby.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She was my first roommate. My favorite roommate. My sister.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is a clean freak. Dare I say...overboard.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I used to try to steal her friends' attention when they came over. I got in trouble for it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">9.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Together, we did the "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine" thing with our 5 year old neighbors.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">10.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is passionate and loving and emotional.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">11.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is drop dead gorgeous. She doesn't even know it. Well...KNOW IT!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">12.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is the most accepting person I know. She knows no strangers.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">13.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She really wants to be a stay at home mom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">14.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her daughter is her everything.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">15.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is a no nonsense type of person. She likes to have fun, but don't try to hide something from her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">16.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She works at my dad's Allstate Agency. One day, she'll take it over. At one point in our lives it was going to be both of us....I moved away.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">17.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her siblings are her everything. She would do anything to protect us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">18.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We weren't best friends until I was 21'ish.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">19.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When I was younger she made all my boyfriends know that they weren't good enough....I love that! (Now, not then).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">20.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We are forever. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-55713612305653710072010-10-13T08:16:00.000-04:002010-10-13T09:47:39.112-04:0050 Amazing Facts About Princess Karly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdxqbHOYLH6gYg2WVjrMnwGz4NQv_chEh1crqhzS3qI4tUCtaab11NOo6CD2UEE4eQjDaaKSzNnJDHmnt9fsiVv8KWn07Hxq3B8AI04AwYDfT-X198_WpvtjD3sQkWJnkbUeM_wabh1nr/s1600/Karly3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdxqbHOYLH6gYg2WVjrMnwGz4NQv_chEh1crqhzS3qI4tUCtaab11NOo6CD2UEE4eQjDaaKSzNnJDHmnt9fsiVv8KWn07Hxq3B8AI04AwYDfT-X198_WpvtjD3sQkWJnkbUeM_wabh1nr/s320/Karly3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527526924639951730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9WwBct5TjF0R5FNteg5F-teLvMAerQRcnIyji_xX5BjA5DDeD75DN9TW6bav1xWDVslYZ7_E4_5_L8KwaTXqCGGYwR6_qu1tNm24iO1GdCa-xKWmaH_azu5kMpETjZNbwRP_S5d0LOT_/s1600/KArly2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9WwBct5TjF0R5FNteg5F-teLvMAerQRcnIyji_xX5BjA5DDeD75DN9TW6bav1xWDVslYZ7_E4_5_L8KwaTXqCGGYwR6_qu1tNm24iO1GdCa-xKWmaH_azu5kMpETjZNbwRP_S5d0LOT_/s320/KArly2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527526836460948402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLntx86AZaB_QFrCwDLBGBxRIcGanqdrH0bpwQ5r-PPhCS9PQHR1uUQU7U6XqyL9Cu6_g7ZHQfFk-q4Ya0gadYl8cFQdLd92mP92QWbl4Eg8IQ3wt6OEKnsrcAam-u1ntZS1Kppq2tzpEL/s1600/Karly.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLntx86AZaB_QFrCwDLBGBxRIcGanqdrH0bpwQ5r-PPhCS9PQHR1uUQU7U6XqyL9Cu6_g7ZHQfFk-q4Ya0gadYl8cFQdLd92mP92QWbl4Eg8IQ3wt6OEKnsrcAam-u1ntZS1Kppq2tzpEL/s320/Karly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527526707198124130" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is sick. Croup. Not fun, not pretty. Weezing, coughing, puking. Not sleeping. Her or me.<div>2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is 1.5 years old.</div><div>3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is truly a dainty princess.</div><div>4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves her Daddy.</div><div>5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She follows her brother around and is constantly interested in playing with him. Luckily, he is equally as interested.</div><div>6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She prefers to do as she pleases...until she hears me say, "Okay Karly, bye.". </div><div>7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She went through a clingy stage, but seems to have outgrown it.</div><div>8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She sleeps in her own room from 7:30 - 7ish.</div><div>9.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She LOVES milk.</div><div>10.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Actually, she loves any food or drink. If she hears a wrapper, smells food or sees it she is all over it in a matter of seconds.</div><div>11.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves to be tickled.</div><div>12.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I can't believe I made it to twelve without mentioning her thumb. SHE LOVES HER THUMB. For now, I'm perfectly happy and okay with that. :) I've never had to remember to pack a pacifier for her...she's always been uninterested.</div><div>13.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Read, read, read. That is all she wants to do. She will get a book, hand it over and snuggle up...thumb in mouth.</div><div>14.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She can say quite a few words and communicate pretty much anything that she may want.</div><div>15.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She hates the word "bedtime".</div><div>16.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves to take a bath with her brother.</div><div>17.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is spoiled by her Aunts, Uncles, and Grandparents. </div><div>18.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I won't cut her hair. I'm growing it out. I'll be happy when her bangs are long enough to shove behind her ears. Until then it's a spiked pony-tail on the top of her head...if she'll keep it in.</div><div>19.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her favorite food is...what am I talking about? She's never met a food she didn't like.</div><div>20.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She was born on 4/20. I commented to Rob on the way to the hospital. "Really, 4/20?". Most of you will know what that means. </div><div>21.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She was tiny. The doctor told me, "That's the easiest $4,000 I ever made."</div><div>22.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She's always had such a great temperament. She is very laid back. Never cries much.</div><div>23.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>However, she is very sensitive. If you raise your voice or punish her she becomes very upset. Her feeling are hurt. I think she gets that from my sister Kendra.</div><div>24.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another of her favorites is playing blocks with Nick. She likes to create the "earthquake".</div><div>25.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves to ride her bike. But, she's better at scootching along on her tot wanna-be bike.</div><div>26.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She likes to sneak food and hide while she's eating it. I've found her with ice cream, yogurt, and pizza. The best was the pizza. I found her eating it in the cabinet!</div><div>27.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She can name most of her body parts.</div><div>28.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves babies. Whenever she sees one she says "hi baby". I think she wants to pet the baby.</div><div>29.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is easily startled.</div><div>30.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves her music class. In fact, she loves any music. She's the first to get out there and shake her booty.</div><div>31.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her favorite show is probably Caillou or Mickey.</div><div>32.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves to play ring-around-the rosy and duck-duck-goose.</div><div>33.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Whatever Nick is doing is usually what she wants to do.</div><div>34.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She will even join him in "time out". That doesn't help the punishment aspect...</div><div>35.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She likes to color and do crafts.</div><div>36.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She likes to sing her ABC's.</div><div>37.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is stingy with the kisses, but generous with the hugs.</div><div>38.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"That, that". That is her favorite word. If she doesn't know what something is she points and says, "that?".</div><div>39.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves grits too. And Special K Loaf. Mmmmm!</div><div>40.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She will often get a little attitude and say "Hey, hey".</div><div>41.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When Nick is at school I will ask her if she is ready to go get Nick. Every time she shakes her head yes.</div><div>42.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>If I ask her who she wants to call it's always "Papa".</div><div>43.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I will need to get a job if I want to make her an experienced shopper! Her Auntie Kim may have to take us to lunch w/ margarita's if I'm supposed to spend a lot of $!!!!</div><div>44.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She just picked up her purse and said goodbye. </div><div>45.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I can't stand the thought of her going through adolescence. I don't want her to ever have any pain or hurt.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>46.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I suppose that's just part of life. I just want everything bad to steer clear of my Karly.</div><div>47.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I know Nick will take care of her. So will her Daddy and I. She won't need it though. She's a strong one.</div><div>48.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves to run in the rain.</div><div>49.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She loves makeup...already?!</div><div>50.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>She is the sunshine in my life. So is Nick.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Geesh, I know this was a scattered 50. It's so much easier to write about someone a little older. Someone that can communicate a little bit more. Anyway, please forgive the randomness. </div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-4004499986129009372010-10-10T11:20:00.000-04:002010-10-10T12:13:12.659-04:0050 Facts About------The One and Only Nick Ballenger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVhdNnJlEgqC0dVIg08U3hFLqhERC2rM-3Ut2zM2NmmM7G0hGcLJG384YGVuTEo4WZpu7LF3jY-atnxbIwQhZLUu2XSFo2mWu0RHfMJTHNbWrckVEVv3RavAnX24UwDn7WV__qpwDyVuL/s1600/Nick's+post3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVhdNnJlEgqC0dVIg08U3hFLqhERC2rM-3Ut2zM2NmmM7G0hGcLJG384YGVuTEo4WZpu7LF3jY-atnxbIwQhZLUu2XSFo2mWu0RHfMJTHNbWrckVEVv3RavAnX24UwDn7WV__qpwDyVuL/s320/Nick's+post3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526450587073221202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPY_ILAmKwAh_KWhpL7eHFurm-lscwWKY0DDg2qu58WeaXzq31J4_zTZkVhM3QvlkX1UdiKtrmbo3qJauk2omMV0tZqpIbtVL2GjlZiYYfqh1MxUBIpK4gx8CvFh3XomEuScOESBrSDNM/s1600/Nick's+post2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPY_ILAmKwAh_KWhpL7eHFurm-lscwWKY0DDg2qu58WeaXzq31J4_zTZkVhM3QvlkX1UdiKtrmbo3qJauk2omMV0tZqpIbtVL2GjlZiYYfqh1MxUBIpK4gx8CvFh3XomEuScOESBrSDNM/s320/Nick's+post2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526450444553887842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzcVe-imkw-YNPXFc3bmQOGNDaytjfxLp4UonlJQ45defDnfEDwG-ljxH61ArEaqP6SEiwkrz7zE5r-dUQTJuNrOhS-g4QBKKjRkwlr5-rqtMyos0eLuCWv2vHCCu9EKBJhfNtmkpeWQf/s1600/Nick's+post.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzcVe-imkw-YNPXFc3bmQOGNDaytjfxLp4UonlJQ45defDnfEDwG-ljxH61ArEaqP6SEiwkrz7zE5r-dUQTJuNrOhS-g4QBKKjRkwlr5-rqtMyos0eLuCWv2vHCCu9EKBJhfNtmkpeWQf/s320/Nick's+post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526450289726844130" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Likes to sleep with Mommy and Daddy...preferably Mommy (I'm gloating!).</div><div>2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Loves his little sister to pieces. She is truly his best friend. I hope it lasts.</div><div>3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Loves grits. That's my guy!</div><div>4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Would rather be outside than inside.</div><div>5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Loves his Grandma's and Grandpa's. They talk regularly. His face lights up when they call him.</div><div>6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Likes to shop.</div><div>7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>In fact, he once told me that my job was "to buy me things".</div><div>8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I can't disagree. I buy my kids too much. </div><div>9.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves the bottle. He was bottle-free for well over a year. Regression.</div><div>10.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has destroyed all but one nipple. That will be the last one I buy. He can enjoy it until he bites it away. Pick your battles, right?</div><div>11.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He calls Karly "Sweets", just like his Daddy.</div><div>12.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He adores his Dad.</div><div>13. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has informed me that he and daddy are boys and they fix things. Karly and I are girls and we don't.</div><div>14.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As I mentioned in my "50 Facts About Me" he still holds my ear. I swear my ears are going to be down to my shoulders before long.</div><div>15.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am easily irritated by the ear thing...oh wait, this isn't about me.</div><div>16.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has recently undergone a growth spurt. His hair and legs are looooong.</div><div>17.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves school. I think we started off the year on a bad foot. He was sick a few days during the first days of school. Now everyday he says, "Mommy, do I have school today? I think I'm sick". He really does love it though.</div><div>18.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He talks about his teachers a LOT. Ms. Julie and Ms. Alma are the best.</div><div>19.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is sick right now. I hope it's not going to turn into croup. I never want to ride in an ambulance with my son again. Even more, I never want him to be in one.</div><div>20.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is loving. I always have been an affectionate person. I'm glad that he is too. I love the "I love you"'s and hugs. </div><div>21.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He tells Rob that he is his best friend. He tells him almost daily.</div><div>22.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He tells me that I'm the best mom ever.</div><div>23.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He tells Karly that she is his best girl.</div><div>24.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves Caillou. So do I. It's really a great show for kids.</div><div>25.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He just asked me, "Mom, is there milk in your boobies?"!!! Lol! Never again.</div><div>26.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>His favorite food is yogurt. Ice cream with Dad is a close second.</div><div>27. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is fully potty trained (except for the occasional "on purpose" on the floor, bed or couch). </div><div>28.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He got a fish for doing pee's and poo's on the potty. </div><div>29.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He named his fish "Ta-tay". Don't ask me where it came from.</div><div>30. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He likes to make up words. Pee-ar-dy is another one of his favorites.</div><div>31.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He likes to sneak a pee or poo in my closet or under the dining room table.</div><div>32.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is really good at baseball. He can hit a ball like a pro....at least that's what mommy thinks!</div><div>33.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves to do "school time" at home.</div><div>34.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He still talks about his friends in California.</div><div>35.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When we were leaving FL he said, "Can I bring this bug that I won at ChuckeCheese?". Ummmm...he got that when he was about 1.5. I'm amazed with his memory.</div><div>36.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I hope he doesn't remember me angry. :(</div><div>37.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves, "Round and round the garden goes the little bear. One step, two step, tickle under there". Thanks Grandma Jo! It's a hit with all kids.</div><div>38.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is very social.</div><div>39.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>If he sees his friends out we have to drop everything and go play. That's the way it should be.</div><div>40.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is like his dad. Not very shy. I'm happy about that.</div><div>41.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is quite the traveler. He has been on countless airplanes and numerous looooong car rides. He's always enjoyed it. On our last airplane trip he was about 2. He put his backpack on the conveyor for surveillance and took his shoes off! I didn't even have to ask him to.</div><div>42.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has always had large lymph nodes in his neck. I have had them checked. Doctor says no worries unless they become hard, red or sore. I still worry.</div><div>43.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves to count his freckles.</div><div>44.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves the park.</div><div>45.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has told me that his job is to take care of the babies. Karly, Dylan, and Kate are his babies.</div><div>46.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our back yard is known as: Nick's Park. He'll often say, "Let's go to my park".</div><div>47.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He has the cutest nose...he get's it from his Dad.</div><div>48.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>For Halloween this year he is going to be a "Brave Knight". Not sure where he came up with the idea...</div><div>49.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He loves to cook, clean, or make a mess in the kitchen.</div><div>50.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He is the sunshine in my life! Karly is too!</div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-27358810335963780972010-10-10T08:04:00.001-04:002010-10-10T08:18:35.339-04:00Cousins<div>Last month we the kids and I took a road trip to FL. We had a purpose, a mission: Nick and Karly (and mostly I) wanted to meet the newest addition--Katherine Elizabeth Kimmel! Amanda and Chris had a beautiful daughter 8/31/10. We actually had planned on meeting her much earlier. In fact, we were about 250 miles into our first trip when Nick woke up and said, "Mommy, my throat hurts. My ear hurts." HALT...we turned around and headed back home. Oh well, I'm glad it happened before we got there. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was amazed to see how little a newborn is. You really do forget just how tiny they are. She is precious, adorable and beautiful. She has a great temperament too...perfect baby Kate is. It is so fun to see Amanda with her newborn. Finally, I'm not the only Worrow with a kid. I have a sister to talk to about kid things without totally boring her. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8T8L5yd-0m-wB5bEXTLawPHhC6rtkvIhTVrBTT3CD54UzGietBgD0P5M_8p_nBFDiwGtCF3ogmMgY150LYbgptAnHnafm_1Qq8fit3zusp5wv9S1RNM4uKLP-74SsYkHIfA8hol8__KXr/s1600/Nick:Kate:Karly.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8T8L5yd-0m-wB5bEXTLawPHhC6rtkvIhTVrBTT3CD54UzGietBgD0P5M_8p_nBFDiwGtCF3ogmMgY150LYbgptAnHnafm_1Qq8fit3zusp5wv9S1RNM4uKLP-74SsYkHIfA8hol8__KXr/s320/Nick:Kate:Karly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526388458961875538" /></a><br /><div>Nick was so excited to meet Kate. This is him holding her for the first time. Karly was "petting" her. Adorable.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOEHZ7MYDy6kwDBa5jWhs54N2l9i73TkCJPajrtkEI0jj_hC1vIYlOKcr_fw1JrNxP9Q1tTdVd7aQ7QU5icAq1mmPliMZpBJtvl8bdz4B1G-47Bd5qPkwECx82v5dX9sqgHSLHOUYkHXY/s1600/Nick:Kate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOEHZ7MYDy6kwDBa5jWhs54N2l9i73TkCJPajrtkEI0jj_hC1vIYlOKcr_fw1JrNxP9Q1tTdVd7aQ7QU5icAq1mmPliMZpBJtvl8bdz4B1G-47Bd5qPkwECx82v5dX9sqgHSLHOUYkHXY/s320/Nick:Kate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526388300070935042" /></a><br /></div><div>I think Kate might be a tall one. She is tiny, but very lengthy - just like mommy and daddy.</div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-9519777033206332062010-10-06T20:43:00.000-04:002010-10-06T20:53:06.741-04:00Feeding Turtles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPK9El8lcfdOlnZhQpz-B1lklu2od5bu3fJcTc3F-CuqyxG-mFI-uUlES4h0E8xsv3jRUb0J3XgMqsfHoGcBCImj41jmrecVrXWs8LEGOwCLC9TpMC_cYWJPUtfuO1GceywQxOHbu2PJLP/s1600/Feeding+Turtles.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPK9El8lcfdOlnZhQpz-B1lklu2od5bu3fJcTc3F-CuqyxG-mFI-uUlES4h0E8xsv3jRUb0J3XgMqsfHoGcBCImj41jmrecVrXWs8LEGOwCLC9TpMC_cYWJPUtfuO1GceywQxOHbu2PJLP/s320/Feeding+Turtles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525099334560289218" /></a><br /><div>I was doing pretty good at the whole exercise bit for a long time. Everyday for a week is a long time, right?! I really need to get back into it. It does so much for me physically and mentally. I have the fancy double stroller so I have no excuse not to use it regularly. I seem to be able to come up with some pretty good excuses though. Nick and Karly love it. There is a lake about a mile from our house. They love to take a ride down and feed the turtles and fish. So, tomorrow we will start up again. No excuses.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know this wasn't a very interesting post, but I wanted to try to insert a picture. I think I got it right! Thanks Christine for sharing your Mac/Blogger knowledge. :)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpXl1F0IE4PCp_tdpVF09PplAhiK14Nwmckp5mE5yGIy4SpOBc5fHE3N_K6PWCYVFgDBwvrKaeIOhS6R9MlQ3gxQS5kZ_KXUd7Qbv5CrRaVnqlZTDk1tIzTC9yBkq08B3YrkCIvNBxBM3/s1600/Feeding+Turtles.MOV"></a></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-49058030669282175762010-10-06T08:10:00.000-04:002010-10-06T10:18:37.438-04:00I'm Back!: 50 Facts About Me (Thanks Christine and Jennifer)I read quite a few blogs on a daily basis. I just never seem to find the time to create an entry in my own. :( I'm hoping that will change. I have yet to figure out how to easily insert pictures from iPhoto. Therefore, this will be a picture-less post. I figured I'd jump on the bandwagon and post 50 Facts About Me. Who can't write about themselves, right?! So here goes. I'm hoping this will lure me back in...!<div><br /></div><div>1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am the second of 4 kids.</div><div>2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My brother and sisters are a rock in my life...they always have been.</div><div>3.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I don't like to show my emotions. I just end up crying. It doesn't matter if I'm sad, angry, happy...it's just tears.</div><div>4.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I met my husband while working at my Dad's insurance agency. I talked to him on the phone numerous times. Whenever I left the office I told my sister to keep him there till I got back...I REALLY wanted to meet him.</div><div>5.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He wasn't initially my "type" (he rode a motorcycle...which wasn't my normal), but it didn't take long before I was head over heels!</div><div>6.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We've been married almost 5 years.</div><div>7.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We have two great kids. There will be no more. We are happy with Nick and Karly!</div><div>8.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Both of our children came from casino's in Nevada! TMI?</div><div>9. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Rob picked out Nicholas' name: Nicholas Vincenzo. No, we're not Greek or Italian!</div><div>10.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>There was a flower shop in Chicago that we often drove by. It was "Karley's". That's where Karly's name came from. Her middle name comes from Rob's cousin, Rose.</div><div>11.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My favorite food is Mexican...pretty much anything.</div><div>12.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I grew up in Central FL. We were lucky enough to have our grandparents live in a front house so we've always been close.</div><div>13.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My Grandma is 87 and she acts like she is younger than me. She is very admirable and inspiring.</div><div>14.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I moved to Chicago in '03 with Rob. We have since lived in San Ramon, CA, Bellflower, CA, Long Beach, CA, and now Roswell, GA. I love it here, but I really miss the friends I made in CA. It's really hard to make friends when you move all the time....at least it is for me.</div><div>15.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is going to be harder than I thought...I'm only on 15!</div><div>16. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am quick to notice spelling errors, but I know I'm not the best - especially with punctuation. I suppose I should stop. It just makes me look more stupider! Lol!</div><div>17.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> I do almost all of the yard work...and I truly enjoy it. </div><div>18. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> I take out the garbage.</div><div>19. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> My house is usually a mess. I'd rather work outside than inside.</div><div>20. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Rob is a very organized and neat person. My clutter irritates him.</div><div>21.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When I was a teenager I was 100% sure I didn't want kids.</div><div>22.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was immature and wrong. :)</div><div>23.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I hate heat. I hate sweat. I love snow. I love cold. A few words to describe my perfect day: inches of snow, snow falling, 30 degrees, fire in fireplace, blankets, snowmen, snow angels...well, you get the picture.</div><div>24.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Growing up I always wanted to be a teacher. I love kids.</div><div>25. I also love older people. I would happily work in geriatrics. I suppose it's because elderly people are usually more accepting and interested in conversation. They don't care what you're talking about.</div><div>26.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I hate paying bills.</div><div>27.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I love getting the mail. I'm like a child looking for a card, letter or package. Unfortunately, it's usually just bills (or one of the way-to-many magazines I subscribe to).</div><div>28.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Nick still holds my ear. It's like a security blanket. See my "You're Gonna Miss This" post. That'll explain.</div><div>29.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am inconsistent. I will start something, but never finish. I am easily distracted by other things. For example, I will start to vacuum, see toys, stop vacuuming, pick up half the toys, see dirty windows, leave the toys, clean the windows....you get the picture!</div><div>30.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I love Christmas! I hope to make it to FL next year for the holiday.</div><div>31.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Actually, now that I have room to decorate for any holiday I love them all. Even more, the kids make it so much fun!</div><div>32.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I don't think I'm that bad of a cook. Rob might say different. When competing with his Mom, she definitely takes the cake.</div><div>33.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My parents divorced after 30+ years of marriage. I was angry. It's for the best though. They are both happier.</div><div>34.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Growing up I always thought I had the perfect family. I guess that's just what kids do. (I did have a wonderful childhood, don't get me wrong. I think children just tend to think their family is perfect...nobody is perfect).</div><div>35.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sometimes I have too much patience, sometimes I have too little.</div><div>36.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>There are certain people in my life that mean more to me than they'll ever know.</div><div>37.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have been skydiving. Twice tandem, 5 times on my own. It gave me such a rush and a burst of confidence. Try it!</div><div>38.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I'd love to go camping.</div><div>39.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I had never stayed in a fancy hotel until I met Rob. Not his smartest move...now that's all I want!</div><div>40.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We used to make our own wine. Well Rob did and I assisted. It was yummy!</div><div>41.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My dog, Beagues, was my everything until we had kids. I miss her to this day. I hope she's happy! I can't say that I miss the silence though.</div><div>42.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>....except when Rob is out of town. Then I really miss her. There is a feeling of safety that comes with owning a dog. </div><div>43.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Rob travels a lot.</div><div>44.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am lucky though. I can travel to FL often.</div><div>45.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I do like to be alone, but often feel guilty about taking the time. So, it's just not worth it.</div><div>46.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I need to lose some lb.'s.</div><div>47.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am a fan of instant gratification. This doesn't happen with diet and exercise. I just want to wake up and weigh 105...is that too much to ask?</div><div>48. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am easily frustrated.</div><div>49.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I'd rather have something salty over something sweet.</div><div>50.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I really want to live closer to family.</div><div>...a couple more...</div><div>51.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My best friend since fifth grade hasn't changed. Jennifer Lincon, I love you!</div><div>52. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>In the sixth grade Jennifer and I promised that we would be each others Maid-of-Honor's. Yep, we were. We also said that we would have our first child together. Nick was born 6/11 and Macey was born 7/29. We will never change. We are forever. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, that wraps it up. I'll have to say that I hope all the bloggie people out there do this. I love reading them!</div><div><br /></div><div>And, hopefully I'll figure out how to post a few pics of my little ones.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-40149315457991884422010-02-21T20:58:00.001-05:002010-02-21T21:06:29.388-05:00Painting Papa<div style="text-align: center;">Wow, it's been a loooong time since I've posted pics. I think I need a lesson! These pics are backwards (just like they were when I first started blogging). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last weekend my Dad, Papa Ken, told Nicholas he could paint him! Yes, paint him! Nick was so excited and I think we all enjoyed watching the transformation. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here it is....finish to start!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mt0rY8g27RU4bkA9sCtiT7qF_69OhBDzNUyJhHwq9hJSmxJSqHGtogiuONS7VgJ_qxO9VNcely7jjamOVyNHHf2FtNlCi9IMIvVNuBq06Qtqd9agdV3n-cF41eutV1hZQEGDw3pCBaNa/s1600-h/IMG_1132.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mt0rY8g27RU4bkA9sCtiT7qF_69OhBDzNUyJhHwq9hJSmxJSqHGtogiuONS7VgJ_qxO9VNcely7jjamOVyNHHf2FtNlCi9IMIvVNuBq06Qtqd9agdV3n-cF41eutV1hZQEGDw3pCBaNa/s320/IMG_1132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440882302103888530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Ewe! I'm glad it wasn't me.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJPBfNCgEiDe1HYSgSsiTMKiWf2TBrVQ-bzvDFKRZtX7tVD5dTFq-7MNPK-dhR9vPQeGG03yWeXwIzWuF9faWQ6vvu_l0tfRGThFR8C00yW6hK3F4hjBaW-ct0z1uiUKijB5_RtIrCBhf/s1600-h/IMG_1130.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJPBfNCgEiDe1HYSgSsiTMKiWf2TBrVQ-bzvDFKRZtX7tVD5dTFq-7MNPK-dhR9vPQeGG03yWeXwIzWuF9faWQ6vvu_l0tfRGThFR8C00yW6hK3F4hjBaW-ct0z1uiUKijB5_RtIrCBhf/s320/IMG_1130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440882292064005682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello...eyeball. We don't paint the eyeball!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMA6TX_EP4YpW38qu95R64T7XzHXHCRIvMTOa09e2F0vTfL1hl4oDmV-AuAIgaHwS-xBHMaYGxmRrgVg8VtOX2weNwk6aCWeNbOoy8EcjSL1prJpANyDbt6Uo8VwK-VKrUSgTcsOG89Yu/s1600-h/IMG_1128.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMA6TX_EP4YpW38qu95R64T7XzHXHCRIvMTOa09e2F0vTfL1hl4oDmV-AuAIgaHwS-xBHMaYGxmRrgVg8VtOX2weNwk6aCWeNbOoy8EcjSL1prJpANyDbt6Uo8VwK-VKrUSgTcsOG89Yu/s320/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440882289703873426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Concentration...planning. </div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-84912822282347158172010-02-10T21:51:00.001-05:002010-02-11T07:46:37.673-05:00Way Too Long....<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; font-family:Times, serif;font-size:12px;"><div class="post-body entry-content">Okay, so I've been preoccupied with 2 kids, packing, moving, flying, Christmas, New Years, vacation, driving, visiting friends, finding a house, staying in a hotel (yes, I did let Karly crawl on the floor...gross), finding a house again, doing coin laundry, living in the same clothes for 2 weeks--hence the coin laundry, driving to FL with the kids (which I must admit I actually enjoyed!), battling colds, gaining too much weight, ordering P90X, walking/jogging the kids to Walgreens, doing P90X, visiting my little sis and Michael, looking at my big sis's beautiful engagement ring, talking about weddings, looking at a couple places, eating, drinking, and sleeping in a double bed with a 2.5 year old and a 10 month old. I can't say I've been "busy", but I can say I haven't had extra time.<div><br /></div><div>I truly miss the blogging world. I look at my California friends' pages and they are jam-packed with fun pics and information. Look at me...I haven't posted in over 5 months. Well, I'm going to change that. For starters here is an update:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Nick is working on potty's in the toilet. I bought a "marble jar" that hangs on the fridge. He gets 3 marbles for every pee and 5 marbles for every poo. When the jar is full I will take him to Disney for lunch with Mickey. (So far he hasn't poo'd).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Karly is almost walking. She can wave and say "hi" and "bye". She also says "MAMA" when she wants my attention...which is quite often when Nick is around! Karly also loves to give air "raspberry's" with her tongue and Nick loves to egg her on. She can sing...she will join in whenever she hears a tune.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>The kids and I have been in FL for almost 3 weeks. We are loving every minute of it. After being away from family and friends for so long it is great to go to lunch with Mom, or a friend. Rob will be coming back until we close on our house in GA.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Our house! I AM SO EXCITED!!! I cannot wait to move in. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry, no pics. I'm still trying to figure this Mac out.</div><div><br /></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "></div></span>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-76754473312072164552009-08-26T01:48:00.000-04:002009-08-26T01:58:57.399-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1fllBcrKI9VF1Ysukj3LecwQuh6YJspBKvdUdsmEkDDwp6rSNVycEpHW6xbfZT-D6tJaO3jtXgoAAYDG_9dEhhDuifKa8NKAfxyt3PWf8HjBoq8dfudRVojcRObP7P5iSCBQIss5P-7Y/s1600-h/bandkar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374146117004259778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1fllBcrKI9VF1Ysukj3LecwQuh6YJspBKvdUdsmEkDDwp6rSNVycEpHW6xbfZT-D6tJaO3jtXgoAAYDG_9dEhhDuifKa8NKAfxyt3PWf8HjBoq8dfudRVojcRObP7P5iSCBQIss5P-7Y/s320/bandkar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DejPmvvZQeX_pbxovvb-xD_wMtk-WFZ8to-JBC3nwyoy24hJbpENVsDYYB4S6nGo_GD6LUI8wZgy5nYV3RtTr1-2LtyRCSakJeXxiKQS2OqNNgDbfpDg6_4E98YhxX-T4Sd4YvurL_k/s1600-h/bandkar.jpg"></a><br />Today we went for Karly's 4 month well-check. I can't believe it's been 4 months! I think I'm trying to hold on to her infancy becuase I know I'm not having any more children. The doctor visit was quite adventurous! In the past, I've always left Nicholas with Jill or a family member, but this time it was just us. </div><div> </div><div><br />The first words out of my mouth when Nicholas woke up were "We're taking Karly to the doctor today. Are you going to help Mommy?" His reply was, "Yes, help Mommy...Karly, it's ok". Well we got to the office and into the room and what do you think happened???? Nick pooped! And, lately when Nick poops he doesn't try to hide it...he wants it out of his pants. Once I got his pants changed he was all about tongue compressors and comforting Karly. He is so protective of Karly. It makes me proud! He is so concerned with her and her well-being. I love it!<br /></div><div> </div><div>This is not to say that Nicholas doesn't need comforting! He says "Mama, hold you" many times throughout the day. I love it, but it can be hard when I'm holding Karly. He's still an "ear man" so as long as I can spare an ear he's usually okay.<br />We've been out of Band-Aid's for a couple days so we bought some today. I let him pick them out (or so he thought...we bought the ones on sale). Anyway, once we got home it was all about boo boo's. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374146097763927298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNQJXp6E3pCk0CqCuEuefggRoamkWnYsD8k43iPFk-l7UoEYzw8n1d3Xlh9QgCPmljLBhnCnCJWemQ4_wGsCymhPlccii3-uAf9uaq7VRCcBIHMv5NG2y6l2lc1FCULkN4ERoy-5dvEzZ/s320/band.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />Here he is examining one of his many band-aids. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374146108840763330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TT2JTW6ydhuDNTKaOv-lmNxQr7_UcfUQsYpa-s-u9iuPK_Fz5dmHbtXV9Ay1EzFjciP-F77I3p2exg8ESOP4LRCLzH9tOSGfupKyYAPpL6x2Nc-ULhhQo_UCWzPdZkXW3iz8bTX5oyIM/s320/band2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />...and, here he is posing with all his boo-boo's. It actually turned into a great counting game. We counted his band-aid's more times than I can, well....count! </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374146090539052738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ig33XshGCsF3X3ClCiaWyitkYPY7N2AasHyE068N2s9-OxHly8puDeJTuDjJpUAjkN6rUYPJ-YSWcNnEvK0G3GLkslBjpPfc7cvAeCf7mkxgD4n3qtTHEJATKq7lQIgh_ZsIN3edTtQc/s320/banama.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />Most of you know that Amanda stayed with us for a few days. Nicholas LOVES her and Bubba (Uncle Chris). He has been talking about her non-stop. Nicholas amazes me everyday with his use of words. Today was huge! We were driving home from Karly's appointment and he said, "Miss Manda, Mama". I replied that I missed her too, but we would see her soon. He said, "go get her, Mama". I told him that she wasn't at the airport, she was in Florida. He said, "give her kisses, Mama". I said that we would give her kisses soon. He said, "Manda, up high, plane?". I told him no, Manda would go "up high, on a plane" soon to visit. I just can't believe what he understands! </div></div></div><br /></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-54550613093415778572009-07-18T01:16:00.000-04:002009-07-18T01:24:00.271-04:00Oh Well...Happens!!Although I don't have any pictures for you (still using Rob's work computer...which will not allow me to upload) I had to share Nicholas' latest! There are many times throughout the day when we experience an "uh oh" or mishap...that's just part of being a toddler. Well, Nicholas has started saying "Oh well...Happens..."! For example, when Nicholas dumps his bowl of cereal on floor "accidently" he'll look at me and say "Oh well...Happens". Sometimes I think he does things just so he can say it. Silly guy! His second favorite saying is "uhuh...no...uhuh" while pursing his lips and shaking his head. He's so full of stories and this is a really fun time in his life.HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-75288395468789917192009-06-27T01:43:00.000-04:002009-06-27T12:11:52.560-04:00Zero TimeOkay. This is it. I have absolutely zero extra time. No free time. I have no time to myself to do what I want. My eyebrows are hairy. My toenails are, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ummm</span>....gross. If it isn't Nicholas wanting to play or talk or eat or drink or.... it's Karly needing to eat. During my pregnancy Rob was worried about how we'd handle two children. I always told him "it will be easy in the beginning <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">because</span> Karly will sleep all the time". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ummm</span>...as much as I hate to admit it----I was WRONG! This <em>is</em> hard. I keep thinking about my Mom. I used to tell her all the things <em>I would never do when I was a mom.</em> Well...that was before I was a mom myself. I've said it before and I'll say it now (publicly). I UNDERSTAND! Mom, I feel your previous frustrations! I truly know how you felt (even though I only have 2 and you had 4). All I want is to give my children the best. The best foundation of love, stability, and happiness.<br /><br />After having Karly, I feel like I am finally getting back to "normal" (all whom have birthed a child will know what I am talking about!). Anyway...I've gone off on a tangent. My main point was that I haven't updated my blog. WHY? Well, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">because</span> my computer took a poop a few weeks ago and I haven't decided if I want to fix it. I am upset that all of Karly's birthing pics are on my hardrive....$100.00 to save. So, I'm kicking myself for not uploading them to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">smugmug</span>. Anyhow, here are a few pics my dad took while he was here on his SHORT visit!<br /><br />After reading this I realize it is a bit dramatic:). Oh, and Joanne is here for a visit so it's much easier to get "stuff" done!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUysWqT5NZuxhbnDxv2QtVUQxn8m3hHZD5qd8zSrEUWSBPBlDhM-s6zUZNUWrXCD_xGyowEqMLZm8zHkQWBB4fFSIuNqBO84e_egj463hy4YzG-VoyawksPEF0Hm0dBIdDgcsH5IJ_Pbr1/s1600-h/karlymom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879143250285330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUysWqT5NZuxhbnDxv2QtVUQxn8m3hHZD5qd8zSrEUWSBPBlDhM-s6zUZNUWrXCD_xGyowEqMLZm8zHkQWBB4fFSIuNqBO84e_egj463hy4YzG-VoyawksPEF0Hm0dBIdDgcsH5IJ_Pbr1/s320/karlymom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mom and Karly<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Z_NOQxC73CmonBv5FXn4V_gU3BdMO5LupcObRfc5PobUj79kbtLXvEbXMRugY8vit6mT68OjnlVhRPdQLaAXlXVxZ0jGRcmocMBgA6XWL3emB1O-_RL_jKbDkAuomUovoZJBd_Zdoras/s1600-h/nickp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879138232612130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Z_NOQxC73CmonBv5FXn4V_gU3BdMO5LupcObRfc5PobUj79kbtLXvEbXMRugY8vit6mT68OjnlVhRPdQLaAXlXVxZ0jGRcmocMBgA6XWL3emB1O-_RL_jKbDkAuomUovoZJBd_Zdoras/s320/nickp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The most beautiful boy I've ever seen!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwX0ApN6i7jJf066UBZn5NnBvgRQv6exNmaq9spygoaHF2syXlMKMTMOD0mm6b2lDqvdxPfHOIwbsC596ae2UZwgIr94_RL6Dv7l88fEY6WxiczxF1uG6UFdYXmYv2OLL9kCzZgN8pPBq/s1600-h/karlyp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879136639312178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwX0ApN6i7jJf066UBZn5NnBvgRQv6exNmaq9spygoaHF2syXlMKMTMOD0mm6b2lDqvdxPfHOIwbsC596ae2UZwgIr94_RL6Dv7l88fEY6WxiczxF1uG6UFdYXmYv2OLL9kCzZgN8pPBq/s320/karlyp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The most beautiful girl I've ever seen!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3mbcxXn0jk4nqSg36R7LtxXxG9Ws7mY2HeU9MtLIyBLidePLeBeok1tmh-6DMtbWlGCqWUy44dPccTNEowybbx09V1sAa7JFMocaoTIPEHrAySaEX_lahyphenhyphenFe-x6jaS8W-xEUQSqZhsr5/s1600-h/nickswing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879134122325330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3mbcxXn0jk4nqSg36R7LtxXxG9Ws7mY2HeU9MtLIyBLidePLeBeok1tmh-6DMtbWlGCqWUy44dPccTNEowybbx09V1sAa7JFMocaoTIPEHrAySaEX_lahyphenhyphenFe-x6jaS8W-xEUQSqZhsr5/s320/nickswing.jpg" border="0" /></a> just.....Happiness!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-79960447123997394042009-05-31T18:46:00.000-04:002009-05-31T19:16:18.343-04:00Another Scattered PostI am a huge fan of peanut butter. It's not beyond me to take a couple scoops with the spoon...no bread needed:). So, when Nicholas broke out into a rash after consuming peanut butter I was a little dissappointed. After waiting several months we tried again and dug into a pb&j. He LOVED it and, more importantly, didn't have a reaction. Yeah! No more cream cheese and jelly...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124794376071906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcVuEuD2nsFZNmZ91-7mGdsQHDdVl-PHZfmdYIP7TXh1sOUuZP-q_YGfkRW7toIQSuRFCwBpCOSTPffVXwBNfJoGBJpwQi633d33wjjKvkmUL7srlTU1ef3M8cITs8O2xA9eBo7zz9ixN/s320/IMG_7183.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br />My friend Monick asked if she could photograph Karly. Ummm...heck yeah! We put her in the little tutu Jill made her...she looked so cute. Here is a picture from my measly camera. Monick's pictures look MUCH better! I'll post one of the professional pictures after I get them.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124797735884338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuuWuwmeaqytPd_J6iAqedY0h7kRHOosdJ6nuQa9wrrz_CagrmEQQ5KoJKem87IRcEG0LaH0zxEwffOaGKso79uufAoLVHoSX44tnUskMHZmBXUR33zd-Zb3ONW9fW26xdtHzCCYLV-uQ/s320/IMG_7189.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Last weekend we headed down to San Diego to see the Cubs smack the Padres...that was the plan anyway. We finally got out of the house and on the road when Nicholas asked me to sit in the back with him - between the two LARGE carseats. It was a fun ride. It did, however, take my eyes off the road. This was great for both Rob and I. I wasn't watching the road and he wasn't irritated with my "aaaahhh's and woah's".<br /><br />Once we got into the hotel we realized that we had left Nicholas' backpack at home. Uh oh...it had all of his clothes in it. He ended up making out with a $50 Padres sweatshirt (pictured below...inside out of course!).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124812272197378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACbHteL2LyPal709ec8JDxsvN7uTdsFzIFrwWQmhVV509vwrlzbWmgySR4NM-QwDrcXP0F1q4_LCPu8Kb1SI-SnM9i6d084uNMigqWSSlZCqjio35BxiMI97JVHoc5Vi0X1Pr8O8upb-B/s320/IMG_7209.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Karly's first game. This is the Cub's outfit I was planning on bringing her home from the hospital in. It was way too big then. It is still loose, but it fit...oh boy, she's growing fast.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31vq6a1-tJ_MDf2ENTl0ODw3X_HiIn5UJQQ1sVN3mnA6hnkvEKaFe2lHZyVH6-wuBjMLFz0i8LxBoBZeVfMNaSbh_C8ftxaAmXXEaznTROUPvY77ELCh4kO4btOCcvEcuYxa2r0tCZVgZ/s1600-h/IMG_7210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124803409316130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31vq6a1-tJ_MDf2ENTl0ODw3X_HiIn5UJQQ1sVN3mnA6hnkvEKaFe2lHZyVH6-wuBjMLFz0i8LxBoBZeVfMNaSbh_C8ftxaAmXXEaznTROUPvY77ELCh4kO4btOCcvEcuYxa2r0tCZVgZ/s320/IMG_7210.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br />On Sunday we headed to the Birch Aquarium. Nicholas had a great time watching all of the fishies. Here he is playing with the water current/boat thingy. Fun!<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124814765914162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFIZkhTuN1QDHRmf98Np4w7fwcS3e_56_x8vBymsYQQULHLVOMcdU36csLbXhUAiaCWgdT7G5vrn94su2I-z64Mb_BaQCSbVGQIm2jekziD2er1s8_yVJEZMQGmjZ_2yh8Dawtwuf6gMc/s320/IMG_7220.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Oh, and the Cubs...they didn't do so well:(.<br /><div></div></div></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-73265387967980087802009-05-30T01:49:00.000-04:002009-05-30T02:15:18.979-04:00Looking BackLord knows I love to look back at the past. I just can't help but to look at Nicholas one year ago. I LOVE this picture of Uncle Kenny and Nicholas. Who would have thought he would be a big brother now?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYFslRQlmOWvGUaVQuGG8vM90VCpK4QiKOr8m8UTkwml2VOqROJGB9E2NsO1nZLpqtwlaIlI1i_3dZsvfaDrMqFItASOMRJxpNTzNhQf7klvhmWVfi3lSorhln8lVhTWrmUoRLet0y-sx/s1600-h/IMG_3866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341492492761040850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYFslRQlmOWvGUaVQuGG8vM90VCpK4QiKOr8m8UTkwml2VOqROJGB9E2NsO1nZLpqtwlaIlI1i_3dZsvfaDrMqFItASOMRJxpNTzNhQf7klvhmWVfi3lSorhln8lVhTWrmUoRLet0y-sx/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" border="0" /></a>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-20166971458000641582009-05-30T01:30:00.000-04:002009-05-30T11:58:40.821-04:00Babies!<div align="center">Nicholas is a big fan of anything and everything mommy uses. A few days ago he wanted to use the baby carrier for his baby. Here he is carrying him around the house.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcgYqOsIy-OwG5LgVB6M8Lp8Dg6m5FR1drn-qf3fHCZMqDs_05Kf8jdN4YiNcBThHwnKW0fCExbtVEryHLPFd01Fj5dyyvHkWxAd527z-tLY1VWlYbbEZNdaQlZJ_E-Njb-nKrzX1UX6d/s1600-h/IMG_7176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486980928040034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcgYqOsIy-OwG5LgVB6M8Lp8Dg6m5FR1drn-qf3fHCZMqDs_05Kf8jdN4YiNcBThHwnKW0fCExbtVEryHLPFd01Fj5dyyvHkWxAd527z-tLY1VWlYbbEZNdaQlZJ_E-Njb-nKrzX1UX6d/s320/IMG_7176.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Yeah, I've got my baby too Mommy!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Z_aGScagsO_0vVJuKFI9cNqMr3BUsJz38xHLFwZmCXUvFYC2Z_zJ3yfvmWkIO1x97_LM1jaqNKBd6T6V1gNRKnxfbBD3wQsfTfkn0qg2tDGd-cM1t9TwkhqdDiT_rdhYNo-EC8_VtxBK/s1600-h/IMG_7175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486977135727874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Z_aGScagsO_0vVJuKFI9cNqMr3BUsJz38xHLFwZmCXUvFYC2Z_zJ3yfvmWkIO1x97_LM1jaqNKBd6T6V1gNRKnxfbBD3wQsfTfkn0qg2tDGd-cM1t9TwkhqdDiT_rdhYNo-EC8_VtxBK/s320/IMG_7175.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Back off Mom...I'm taking care of MY (or as Nick says, MINE) baby!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgX22vovLwZyfE0KvW83i1xl8Nf9s3c476d2-bO-A9OwZmgqCETeGnWyJ-0vc4uQAOz4_KV0i9O2K-RHZtmfwSz0JOrjYtohMed6kA4jzEc_dlCExebt4nNFQvt7KjLgXd7jSKQAtMe6r/s1600-h/IMG_7174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486965992469570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgX22vovLwZyfE0KvW83i1xl8Nf9s3c476d2-bO-A9OwZmgqCETeGnWyJ-0vc4uQAOz4_KV0i9O2K-RHZtmfwSz0JOrjYtohMed6kA4jzEc_dlCExebt4nNFQvt7KjLgXd7jSKQAtMe6r/s320/IMG_7174.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here is Miss Karly<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKM0m9jTwcZx4TReMLpobJnCKXM7dYrW5OGcyQguY1V0VITiO_JaVMK7Euie3HOPFgi28GrQtmPM03COG9vi2jPe5o437RI5RhK961wWY5OQ18IkGXnxPUBBJR4KnDqrH1yrIXswMaeux/s1600-h/IMG_7170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486964233244322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKM0m9jTwcZx4TReMLpobJnCKXM7dYrW5OGcyQguY1V0VITiO_JaVMK7Euie3HOPFgi28GrQtmPM03COG9vi2jPe5o437RI5RhK961wWY5OQ18IkGXnxPUBBJR4KnDqrH1yrIXswMaeux/s320/IMG_7170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She really does look more like Auntie Manda everyday. Her lips, chin, and nailbeds are certainly straight from her! We're just waiting for Amanda to come see for herself...hint, hint!! It's so funny to watch her grow into herself. I tell Amanda "Karly could be your baby...she looks just like you". I remember watching Nicholas and noticing how much he looked like his Auntie Kim.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZvJ2L9da1J4_TQyvon52I7N08jtSpMq0QxO4vExPrPrJeCtEN7MOEUGiWnjpg_-Ec_q0EnUAsg4x_soZo69xR9b2pkDwDhCxn6toHYA-vf8EzFfc_b9uj6IyX3UCQ1fvx-9Jx0fH5Z6l/s1600-h/IMG_7172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486958083512178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZvJ2L9da1J4_TQyvon52I7N08jtSpMq0QxO4vExPrPrJeCtEN7MOEUGiWnjpg_-Ec_q0EnUAsg4x_soZo69xR9b2pkDwDhCxn6toHYA-vf8EzFfc_b9uj6IyX3UCQ1fvx-9Jx0fH5Z6l/s320/IMG_7172.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This girl is definitely a Worrow...! She's got the look!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-73566308858770291062009-05-18T18:41:00.001-04:002009-05-18T23:56:08.216-04:00Dad is OLD!<div align="center">This post is a classic example of the impact children have on "family" (in a good way!). </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, it was Rob's birthday. It was a Friday...Nicholas and I had talked the night before about how we were going to make daddy a cake and buy him (probabaly not so much for daddy) balloons! I always ask Nicholas "what are we going to do today?" when we wake up. Well on this day he answered "cake, 'loons". Needless to say I was quite impressed with what he remembered! At any rate Dad took the day off and caught up on some much needed rest (he had a long week at work). While he was sleeping Karly, Nicholas and I ran to the store and bought the "cake (mix) and loons"...actually one balloon which was lost in the parking lot--thank God, because I hate balloons...choking.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298689856842082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS51HCiuJysqDA0KRbiWcyec9HX5sxlV6baPz01VjDkkBoRXYEYz8ofzvEHFZbO2xZjDXgyO804k40dAgNDbL70-BSeff0rZdgG85xuShHyOEgRkDo2Ozw6NpBJQ_CKGsx7BEzqOooNgYF/s320/IMG_7159.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298689286297186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDLrhDnypQvDKjTCDAqHN1dhtIfZSVVo3iJE-MZI0NvISfXjFSgTYqSp3UKyZ9rqfWRQ4eOeXlhQ29IrWv2s0VoxKSn4ymCY1hopmuhuctFkuiG06KVfWqvO_rXdJaS_Wvn6UQFTHLeX3/s320/IMG_7161.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He just couldn't wait!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298694077210018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPKV83EYRv5kvkW3E1WTwrUydh6QY3twRLhhe2wLXgym4mAPsyK9zallmn0qwU0b8dHshG2koTWnUyn4KtG4ijnXN08G72iFCvPi5HSaA97xZjmO95cwc6MulrLbqIduQ95X8B6X4LqKf/s320/IMG_7162.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The candles were FUN! It took a few tries, but I finally convinced Nicholas to put them in wick-side-up!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2p4SjvjMYgy_tQhnMK7c0L_kD3w7IAvVFS7PtsYXFdE97n0p9pF7a3ZRRchMzYaP0lD4HwIcLuTj0sPIsl0LjINBM711vz8h-xPvqSIGT_17AtWm5E1YaVqc4pjXRt0iAdtsVDom3ilV/s1600-h/IMG_7165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298705002529634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2p4SjvjMYgy_tQhnMK7c0L_kD3w7IAvVFS7PtsYXFdE97n0p9pF7a3ZRRchMzYaP0lD4HwIcLuTj0sPIsl0LjINBM711vz8h-xPvqSIGT_17AtWm5E1YaVqc4pjXRt0iAdtsVDom3ilV/s320/IMG_7165.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">UMMMM...all I can say is that we hadn't even cut the cake yet!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Anyway...back to my opening line, children are wonderful! This post didn't include one picture of an aging man on his birthday!!!<br /></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-91808776509923097422009-05-15T01:42:00.000-04:002009-05-18T18:41:33.156-04:00Fun TimesOnce again...another short (but sweet) post.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dad has taught Nicholas many things. Not only has he taught him how to blow his nose on his shirt, but he's also taught him to drink from the carton. Way to go Dad!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLO5RLnSHJSPLKP22OXtTVzfoyg5ZPu1C2bLlqyPbn8iCVbvpbdpF88uGa9mYNrlT_lPhumU8Yim6A70TNmtEI14j5ZZ7CVpXZ5cKtnh-fuU_aYJw1zYrCEM3JTOGg3w2Pet4YQ_0m4IKc/s1600-h/IMG_7139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335922649404902818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLO5RLnSHJSPLKP22OXtTVzfoyg5ZPu1C2bLlqyPbn8iCVbvpbdpF88uGa9mYNrlT_lPhumU8Yim6A70TNmtEI14j5ZZ7CVpXZ5cKtnh-fuU_aYJw1zYrCEM3JTOGg3w2Pet4YQ_0m4IKc/s320/IMG_7139.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Day 2 without Joanne. We woke up around 8:30 (yes, I know I was VERY lucky!), had some coffee and yogurt and headed to the park. Nicholas had a great time. I'm really not sure what this is supposed to be...it doesn't look very sanitary. At any rate Nicholas loved it. I think we'll go back tomorrow. Oh, and Karly...she slept the entire time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzP2cZlVcwR9pQbRaFv2Foci3QrxTk1fg9uJOw3YBkyKIqVnCR2QtHVAJkYrZECE3KDQg3MxSGQF3dfqf8gXsD-qAdMP9FaThLMphtOaYndDi0fv2WHoBKlozv1xWCcjp-glQY_NcmPXY/s1600-h/IMG_7149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335922643003939954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzP2cZlVcwR9pQbRaFv2Foci3QrxTk1fg9uJOw3YBkyKIqVnCR2QtHVAJkYrZECE3KDQg3MxSGQF3dfqf8gXsD-qAdMP9FaThLMphtOaYndDi0fv2WHoBKlozv1xWCcjp-glQY_NcmPXY/s320/IMG_7149.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>This is Nicholas' favorite place in the whole wide world! Thankfully, it's about 8 blocks from the house. When we're having a "<em>hard time</em>" this is where we go. This is outside of the Ace Hardware store on 2nd Street. They have a Thomas the Train setup. Kids love it. There is usually a crowd of toddlers.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOpeDW2OErJOnKWg11M6YhMCJeOM1ol6tRw2EsfriBv6WbO_cTD3ZSSWEQEqg0HahUURvgZNPugUZrGYoPFlfEWvI8U7bGwpRPEk0ENcVEX5f4_rrJtIVbgHnayFIO5u3nb2PjUDr-9Si/s1600-h/IMG_7153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335922637819892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOpeDW2OErJOnKWg11M6YhMCJeOM1ol6tRw2EsfriBv6WbO_cTD3ZSSWEQEqg0HahUURvgZNPugUZrGYoPFlfEWvI8U7bGwpRPEk0ENcVEX5f4_rrJtIVbgHnayFIO5u3nb2PjUDr-9Si/s320/IMG_7153.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-83704303019238108262009-05-15T00:58:00.000-04:002009-05-15T01:42:40.099-04:00Karly. A Video.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzC0d1hZ7e_rwnhrZCmlx-tHH-H8IxbPjV2T6_frKTudIvV10ycFONJHyRCRGm1qAjXIg9BvOsN4S_9yDo40A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375625636060644461.post-83550158875775914892009-05-10T01:23:00.000-04:002009-05-10T01:33:56.833-04:00Thumbs and Hippo's<div align="center">It appears we may have a thumbsucker on our hands!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtOjmzDS1kwZwY41pMkeHj0fy7JD3IiOALHGgdXqobRcHfPJ72LGzMoFiwTJRC5JKamVlyNNYDxml_kAOlcfnqflHHEgatQliGU_btHdPlNbc2LsYs7jhOWmrVG8pYoP0vudBQGw3VyM4/s1600-h/IMG_6974.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334062935362691682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtOjmzDS1kwZwY41pMkeHj0fy7JD3IiOALHGgdXqobRcHfPJ72LGzMoFiwTJRC5JKamVlyNNYDxml_kAOlcfnqflHHEgatQliGU_btHdPlNbc2LsYs7jhOWmrVG8pYoP0vudBQGw3VyM4/s320/IMG_6974.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A friend of mine gave me this idea: Lay Karly next to a big stuffed animal every few weeks to track her growth. It's a great idea and I think it will really show how fast she sprouts! This plush purple hippo was a gift to Karly from one of Rob's collegues. I absolutely love it..and I'm sure Karly will too!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas7GaV41ZIsvmPJ4xGwo2n315li-PRdZvCrDbI_zKlD68AmJZ_qD_VE7tzzOp4BCrIgxC4urQVrqgyssmy-MCKJBBp1qUH6-I3l-KRx-jO0AdoQiRf-Zp4bfs-qwCTMNPj-RmLoGBCqPc/s1600-h/IMG_6961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334062929884177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas7GaV41ZIsvmPJ4xGwo2n315li-PRdZvCrDbI_zKlD68AmJZ_qD_VE7tzzOp4BCrIgxC4urQVrqgyssmy-MCKJBBp1qUH6-I3l-KRx-jO0AdoQiRf-Zp4bfs-qwCTMNPj-RmLoGBCqPc/s320/IMG_6961.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Here are the first batch of pictures. This is Karly at 2 weeks old.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa59WT8r-0QZk6IOonZpBjsDwBv1-hmh_N23NhOVyeeMZF4c1ICcAVmiJcrmiriFPLuLRHd_cy-xS58OR4uDhPOKOHm4CcCDdHDg74nmsmi1Dna5m_TJT-_VOgZJpyXIPG-fzweHInunZ/s1600-h/IMG_6958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334062924997284146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa59WT8r-0QZk6IOonZpBjsDwBv1-hmh_N23NhOVyeeMZF4c1ICcAVmiJcrmiriFPLuLRHd_cy-xS58OR4uDhPOKOHm4CcCDdHDg74nmsmi1Dna5m_TJT-_VOgZJpyXIPG-fzweHInunZ/s320/IMG_6958.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">She's looking pretty petite!<br /><br /><br /></div>HollyBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919773615472106072noreply@blogger.com4