tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39685754574330596332024-03-13T10:37:09.133-07:00Aged EssenceSondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-277207978389330352010-01-09T07:42:00.000-08:002010-01-09T08:18:53.344-08:00PLEASE VOTE FOR MY LITTLE LELA!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizlAI8vF6m-0CjU_9m8wWrSW-rhOAC2k1vbMAEheOz-v5W3oDOaSwWBT5gRWKG2AXKrxZyCH_yLRqqOB3vZ1OSqt_XItFFbB-Xvo1pCXs8VJP3myCUXFlfSrL0rKYbKaI1R9YJNLZdCjG/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424767606233980242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizlAI8vF6m-0CjU_9m8wWrSW-rhOAC2k1vbMAEheOz-v5W3oDOaSwWBT5gRWKG2AXKrxZyCH_yLRqqOB3vZ1OSqt_XItFFbB-Xvo1pCXs8VJP3myCUXFlfSrL0rKYbKaI1R9YJNLZdCjG/s400/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /></a>Vote<span style="color:#330099;"> </span><a href="http://meetthebabies.democratandchronicle.com/babies/1010777201"><span style="color:#330033;">here</span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> </span>before the end of the day, Sunday 1/10. Hurry....that's tomorrow... and the winner gets $1000. Y0u can log onto the site through facebook or your email, OR BOTH!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424767599951818770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qgwSqqCyvQPU_qw_1Ekg9tCI7YDytg4tChoA_DneLQL6i6uz4ruQ-C7p_AJCMlosycLiVh3s_dGj4IWhepfNg12K3urQdc5HUnwu2cf7vKu1Dx9dPe3Ebo2U08rXfpMdw0MFKD0tdRYp/s400/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color:#ff6666;">And feel free to post this on your own site, blog, facebook, etc. The more, the merrier!!<br /></span><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-41064762909981638972009-10-18T16:43:00.000-07:002009-11-03T20:18:54.387-08:00Dear Baby Lela<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKgQHCzpzrvLy_65TwNYFDyP5MiN_QjXtoL61QxKIMOgaZ66lb-6pNwPq6NDrRgiovxRHKDejTVBCMBW0_grKPuYKSBxOo52O17X6xkwmmWbHH9rbQ3LsSPVmcn8whWXZvRokFLSpkEs8/s1600-h/DSC01718.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400069781120114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKgQHCzpzrvLy_65TwNYFDyP5MiN_QjXtoL61QxKIMOgaZ66lb-6pNwPq6NDrRgiovxRHKDejTVBCMBW0_grKPuYKSBxOo52O17X6xkwmmWbHH9rbQ3LsSPVmcn8whWXZvRokFLSpkEs8/s400/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" /></a>You are one month old. You have grown so much in a month. I really wanted to write you a letter every week for the first month, but time quickly escaped me and truth be told, I'm a little late with this one, too. I have been documenting everything on your baby calendar and that helps me to look back at the last few weeks and reminisce.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400069790489649586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3_VrixWKB1BRZc-j-BxC4vB6JFtnW10NEphAFYYwkY_ORryUEZMos4b8czpGLmG7MRi6eWXvgMOsJ8TMtV-IGZQwhVIXeR3BZHBfL_7sbsbGbjgJb2tL_NBqfz5jABwWqYauPt5mNGIe/s400/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" />So much has happened in one month. Your Papa turned 50, but we didn't get to see him because he was away on a trip and when he came home he was sick:( Daddy had a birthday, too. We made him a really cool travel mug with your picture on it and got him a digital frame for his desk at work. Now he'll get to see you all day! Mommy and Daddy also celebrated their first anniversary. We went back to the museum where we were married and Nana stayed at home with you. You went to your first hockey game and loved listening to the guys yell and the sound of the puck being hit. You stayed awake and, although you couldn't see anything, you listened contently the entire time. We're thrilled you liked it, as there's sure to be many more in your future!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075187901758930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEzyB8EfaLWNkGmFtbbkM32cbXPtX9bX9uFZpuZJLyg9gNle4wCn6NbEk2i4XXp0zz7403iK8AgJ29ijsJjs_G7dj5Rh54LhjQoK6gCKRJayxPP4OUxVjH8aS0AbxSQv7dY-V5si2iPpm/s400/DSC01801.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075184115992834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdt3iFRjoI_Jwk7K93QRiYw9S18Mj2hunD4JinnvU2CMwckMMVwXmahc0ijS1Kn3cTNtyZA_s4OQTz9Ivzot9VHvZXx_5HOi8MfdgXVui7xCx9S7Awl__WzPPw8C4OPSBwRk7Wc7QK7YA/s400/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><div>We took you for your newborn picture session, but you screamed the whole time so we had to leave early. Nana and I took you to Target for the first time, but you screamed, again, almost the whole time! You lost your umbilical cord after just 1 1/2 weeks. It hung on for about a day by just a tiny piece or two, but finally fell off without either of us knowing. Mommy found it on the rug in your room just a little while later. Ick!! We saved it though. How could I get rid of your little life line. It connected us for nine whole months.You had your first 'real' bath, which you thoroughly enjoyed, but were certainly a bit unsure of at first. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6faRvcaHeG6xxWLf6b4-UxNy5dDUDGJCgOM0nIx0zPq1-uJHcgYBxjyNLJsjbDbJul85DFGQ7puaLSgqYicz58XjcOa1JZ7ScK-2TO9DAmIh0n5Gx1AwdjxY-gmEpqvxUWCKGkHLJh13/s1600-h/DSC01835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075178835500930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6faRvcaHeG6xxWLf6b4-UxNy5dDUDGJCgOM0nIx0zPq1-uJHcgYBxjyNLJsjbDbJul85DFGQ7puaLSgqYicz58XjcOa1JZ7ScK-2TO9DAmIh0n5Gx1AwdjxY-gmEpqvxUWCKGkHLJh13/s400/DSC01835.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRfXFsm5eyMMPqpPULc1pgonF7bk6P1AATuI2oneOVWzZ_KewyVz7kXqM7azDNZT1hAWfhvazmDSZvb7Qr-3Y2glV_qO31QqBYD9yTIYhCHXUnRSr62zJnQ6IUJvjtsOjrIAjvDsPfHlW/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075172769115714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRfXFsm5eyMMPqpPULc1pgonF7bk6P1AATuI2oneOVWzZ_KewyVz7kXqM7azDNZT1hAWfhvazmDSZvb7Qr-3Y2glV_qO31QqBYD9yTIYhCHXUnRSr62zJnQ6IUJvjtsOjrIAjvDsPfHlW/s400/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>You are developing quite a personality, and sometimes what one might even call an attitude :)!! When you don't get what you want, when you want it, you are sure to let us know...along with everyone else on the street. You had your first fussy day, all day! My goodness girl!! Mommy is pretty sure that it corresponds with our attempts at giving you formula at night. You don't mind the formula and you don't mind a bottle, and you don't really even have any trouble going between the bottle and Mommy. But that formula makes your belly very upset! :( It breaks Mommy's heart to pieces to watch you clench your fists and grunt in agony. You tense up and turn red and it's so frustrating to not be able to help you. We've tried a few different formulas, but nothing seems help. The problem is Mommy will never sleep if we don't do this and unfortunately, as well as nursing is going...pumping isn't. </div><div> </div>You love to sleep like this on your Boppy in the crib. We know it's not safe to leave you sleeping unattended on the Boppy, so Mommy just sits and watches you. And, of courses, takes pictures!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400069784235032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNw3zilnnfVfwLZLdp-7G12asl787cTXeca7Iq6D2o-WGVg1Z4_PRK6SHgBl2KGDU9vu7gQScBxeC6BVwOwHqpqRtmRG0tU0DBcpnC1RildKAMzJTmH1CaMcdge93z8SIJtAthKQRJzme/s400/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>You also went to your first doctor's visit. He said we needed to come back in a week because he wanted to watch your weight gain. You were back to your birth weight, though. We went back a week later and you had gained 7 ounces, getting you up to 7 pounds, 5 ounces. Hooray!! You pooped twice while we were there, so Daddy got to change your diaper, which he loves to do ;)!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400069805290846674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLi2POOLXhfnaTZ7gFksI2A-bHXFAZVcOm_s-hI5XtrYN68liC6v7LeZ7FZI_2ztwr0Eolgme7rZ-lMMIaIsmEEqslSpApc6OBnOcjc67WSWCvBAMaMa8yo6ZkN_zpa5pypPfRBYPqU6Q6/s400/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Mommy was able to get back into her own bed after having to sleep in the rocking chair for two weeks. Sitting up was still difficult at first, but has gotten much easier. This was not just difficult for me, but it was also an adjustment for you. After sleeping on me in the rocking chair for almost two weeks, you weren't so happy about being expected to sleep somewhere else. We tried the bassinet, the crib, the Snuggle Nest...but you weren't having any of it! We continued to try and try, and sometimes when you were REALLY tired you would give in and sleep in the crib. This transition made for a rough week for all three of us. And nobody got a wink of sleep! Thankfully Nana came to stay for the weekend and she got up with you through the night on Saturday and Sunday so that Daddy and I could sleep a bit. You had no problem going in the crib for her, it was just with us that you refused!!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400069787041811586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1R_qfSsB2TN9o-ZKfANZCmARb3am7Js8eBFLfQq286aytev29ZkbF2dRBN3bwA2OFRl55DDcP0pZ-oCau-2dvz6X0ZxWDRmeNT3KW7CURVBQPer0SfHA1c8rbEb6wqgMkvrRTV89J793/s400/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>As you can see here, you have very long legs and as you grow, it seems that it's mostly in length and your cheeks ;)! </div><div> </div><div>We finally decided it was time that we got you a swing. We had been trying to decide which one to get for the longest time and still hadn't done so. At first you tried to put up a fight with that too, but eventually it was just too comfy and too soothing to refuse. You love it and you sleep in it every night and for naps, too. You're actually sleeping up to four hours at a time in there. We are so proud of you! And so thankful to God that everyone is sleeping around here! Although those two weeks of sleeping together in the rocking chair probably created this problem, Mommy wouldn't have done it any differently!! That was such a special time for both of us.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400086815285332642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGHQYF094FL-YzLlTnV7nt6rEwwaw4UeP5q0pzG1ZzxWQktZ0f2Unzu248rBEfGzhOU1_2IJR6o9s23MckLEh8goHb5RdQiFzfbXUS1lpH7Z95kMbApBxwcYDtL3MzSVTLPAUSvmv_rJ8/s400/DSC01885.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>You finally had the chance to meet your Great Grandma Miller. Unfortunately you happened to be a bit grumpy while she was here. You have no idea how much it means to me for you to have been able to meet her and for her to have met you. When I was a little girl, from your age on, Grandma Miller was the most important person in my life aside from my own Mommy. She is very special to me and I hope she will be with us for many years to come so that you may have and share memories like those with her. You can see by the way she's looking at you here, she loves you already!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400081070302126386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC9U4X7N93T03Du1EMwc9Bd6tw8ojk2WwyfLbLowN3gyI2YNfxO3vu8XrjsUR3itFOFx4TadVTxYkixeyFzFweIQXcnp6SY5tM9zbhasqaE0rJKL35VX9vRvAK213s-aZq60zvF5DWIyd/s400/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>You are already such a big girl! You are growing way too fast, but it is amazing to watch! I cherish every day with you and am scared to death to go back to work in a few weeks and not be here with you each day to watch you learn and grow. Thank you Baby Girl for making the past month the most incredible month of my life. Our journey has begun...</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075190010817458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Fo8Or9JhRKJdiQpCTc5_6Po0Px35YHf1Ma29aoSZIvvdiM9LXdyC7PfuB0AjwOikAqgKPp0-LVebdwJ2pXesNUJUAX8lVvbOwKa9Y9J2U4lOzPThq-bbNvfnR31pGYb5niWgWlwVVU1_/s400/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>I love you Peanut!</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a>{Mommy}</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-29300966001079023162009-09-25T15:16:00.000-07:002009-10-01T15:57:21.088-07:00Dear Baby Lela,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cWHOz_6sDQtLoq403kZMmIfkRD-8zGSijP3Ujb6krso8LvS7QCauVbb9ILPWLbDFwpPvKz_ZDMtLYU_dXcBowhRFQC9OLnv2U900_sC5R45e2OjYkViGTO1KtnCHyPJEv2f4okEHlSqr/s1600-h/%7B8f9b2bc3-efb7-4c10-a3b8-27570ba704e9%7D_4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387759912042609906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cWHOz_6sDQtLoq403kZMmIfkRD-8zGSijP3Ujb6krso8LvS7QCauVbb9ILPWLbDFwpPvKz_ZDMtLYU_dXcBowhRFQC9OLnv2U900_sC5R45e2OjYkViGTO1KtnCHyPJEv2f4okEHlSqr/s400/%7B8f9b2bc3-efb7-4c10-a3b8-27570ba704e9%7D_4.jpg" border="0" /></a> You are a week old today. One week ago you entered the world and with your first breath, you took mine away. I will never forget the moment they lifted you up for Daddy and I to see your beautiful face and your tiny little body. You are the sweetest, most precious baby I've ever seen. Despite you arriving the "hard way", I wouldn't change a thing. We travelled a bumpy road to get you here, and we now have what we dreamed of for a very long time. A perfect baby girl. We've been blessed.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio61-KBFRyucrueLlzyE5cIe3yKSXo2wrXBY-sPFhaHTrBfFgoQC-19MABi5htofyAYVmqk4XzTVl8PEjZb-dSEWYkzu1t2tFdVZGOP__xKPYY4pLC1OTBr5FXf82x-wJaUFWOoYjR_onw/s1600-h/%7B673f2e53-629a-4bdb-8035-77996cf18933%7D_8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387759905711317890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio61-KBFRyucrueLlzyE5cIe3yKSXo2wrXBY-sPFhaHTrBfFgoQC-19MABi5htofyAYVmqk4XzTVl8PEjZb-dSEWYkzu1t2tFdVZGOP__xKPYY4pLC1OTBr5FXf82x-wJaUFWOoYjR_onw/s400/%7B673f2e53-629a-4bdb-8035-77996cf18933%7D_8.jpg" border="0" /></a> You have come a long way in one week. You arrived home late in the day Monday. They weren't sure you were ready to go because you had lost about 11% of your birth weight and refused to poop. But Dr. Foye said you were an over-achiever the first two days and you were eating well so he allowed us to bring you home anyway. The ride home was difficult for Mommy, but you slept peacefully in your seat. You didn't fit so well in there though. You sunk into the dip at the bottom and looked soo teeny tiny down there. We spent our first day at home with Daddy, snuggling and adjusting to our new life. I knew instantly that this was the way it was meant to be!!!! On Wednesday, you went on your first outing to Mommy's doctor and to the carwash (Daddy was driving! ;)). Mommy got her stitches out and again, you slept peacefully in your seat looking slightly bigger than last time you had been in there. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-rB2ji8ovJ8mmZnaQf9DVHfuvnM5F8NG4yI4DBqb3r7T-Ojie4Y-M3QmJmd8CP21KS5YD5LukDwev3qu9H-ovV80GyJ8_kzUFL10FW689HCLMTmfXECktCoZv59ueRxGluXpTvO1oL7f/s1600-h/%7B8f9b2bc3-efb7-4c10-a3b8-27570ba704e9%7D_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387759897959829714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-rB2ji8ovJ8mmZnaQf9DVHfuvnM5F8NG4yI4DBqb3r7T-Ojie4Y-M3QmJmd8CP21KS5YD5LukDwev3qu9H-ovV80GyJ8_kzUFL10FW689HCLMTmfXECktCoZv59ueRxGluXpTvO1oL7f/s400/%7B8f9b2bc3-efb7-4c10-a3b8-27570ba704e9%7D_1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Your first week was a special week for so many other reasons. You met your Nana and Papa Schuld, your Auntie Lindsay and Uncle Brett, your Grandma Pam and Auntie Sarah and many, many more family members and friends of Mommy and Daddy. You even slept a couple of nights for four or five hours at a time, but mostly three. You eat like a champ and love to sleep on Mommy's chest every chance you get. You can lift your head, suck your thumb and you recognize Mama's voice when you hear it. You're very alert when you're awake and you appear to be able to see things around you, despite what we know about baby's near-sighted, blurry vision. We sit and stare at each other and you move your mouth as if you have something to say. I'm sure you do and I can't wait to hear it ALL! You had your first sponge bath and you hated it! You screamed the entire time and it broke Momma's heart. You are not a fan of being cold. That includes diaper changes, clothing changes, bathing, etc. We read our first book together, <em>You Are My Wish Come True </em>by Marianne Richmond....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>and that you are Baby Girl, my wish come true! I love you Baby Lela.<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-78344185546943014772009-09-23T06:14:00.000-07:002009-09-23T06:24:34.466-07:00SHE'S HERE.....<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">Lela Evangeline Myers</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">6 pounds 13 ounces</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">19 inches</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">OF PURE PERFECTION!!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">Entered the world on </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">Friday, September 18, 2009</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">at </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">10:20 a.m.</span></em></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384651541937903410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeq44TYDnapENUgRBhJNSa7khRKYafLW29niAJDmaTRd7IJlwiJYO7aT-nzKiFYyswOEaAdnK6if13D1KaKaVLcutxEKsV697epvGSDWBKBfz4B6SHCKExU9lyBxSjUX8U1P9fFR6_ede/s400/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /><em>It wasn't easy. She came the "hard way", but she's healthy and beautiful and perfect and sweet and amazing and I'll stop now before I cry...again!!!</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4GlaJiibKdAU7tQc9BAqjVDHViFH5rgrRJJGO5oof_qdKz1AbthqdpqHObUIoykQ_6ztgx5qSnQhdVcx7gka81kt5ZpUBtDaVZealr7EBE022pnsIRd3ukMVfHHokDR70MN-yXkXOjYn/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384651539440132722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4GlaJiibKdAU7tQc9BAqjVDHViFH5rgrRJJGO5oof_qdKz1AbthqdpqHObUIoykQ_6ztgx5qSnQhdVcx7gka81kt5ZpUBtDaVZealr7EBE022pnsIRd3ukMVfHHokDR70MN-yXkXOjYn/s400/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> I vow to share her with you as much as possible.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a><br /></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-71874293537602988562009-08-04T18:01:00.001-07:002009-08-05T18:17:12.249-07:00It's Donnnnnne!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJkqDB6YEVrgNGJUNlbiZwCTCjK1YlcNKAwpNhmtfgyKtC5cpszzl8mhbhY-4S_7l-v1-1KVXr9ma3A_muaYmwiULcq-75nX49Sq14CLw-0Z_xf0ADFISVwsWMRbbJHtsru1E8-bAXIdj/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366281738189330594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJkqDB6YEVrgNGJUNlbiZwCTCjK1YlcNKAwpNhmtfgyKtC5cpszzl8mhbhY-4S_7l-v1-1KVXr9ma3A_muaYmwiULcq-75nX49Sq14CLw-0Z_xf0ADFISVwsWMRbbJHtsru1E8-bAXIdj/s400/DSC01514.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUKy2xw3eTIALlCyVO2ygp6zr-HppmtRYrY5tq-P2WrWXlsx87_BHlMpdwBih7nAZYvWrxZ4jgJNCifOSdDe86245f3mmBv4JE9zyOzDPYCmlbyb58Iqh2n0iXm2hlUqlvOs7CzCUzIaU/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366281709469080450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXaeL2lq6s_sqwKpYZWBnhtU1DGA-fkQarhrR5alsdxdRQ4BdI2GCJVyXjJ-QjiCPU_LPafKFW0WcaEpObv9oxkcMV8v13MkK8rxPhAEVlXhqWJm0kGYwRFg9PjsHm-YErM9OJDBMBEy6O/s400/DSC01510.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366280138920914402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rDGxzN5VLpX4rQL6BWoFqU8kGiTsJbOj4RSX8uf-JU6X9JGLtuXCvkMOTHcICtm0mcLOJ9R6ZRW2mL_VMC_33Po18TOBZVrliEzfSG4ntmF6v0NAKT89LIUYLNsXnbLA2oXhpwMQQsMj/s400/DSC01505.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366280143971494754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXS43QJh2qk_aMuILBKvnICIaf9fweVCcvoQYK5zEZrBGi-LTIAKnzr0Itrz9EW1uBmVUDOLqEGmNsUlHVDt4hG_QnNY5kJBrwLc0c3FicGitnqi2sJrySkrKSWs2pyxO8SwoH0FzxsYRe/s400/DSC01506.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDovg7kAfkgj2xnzhmjGlOL-jetrEsMijnW-Z3kVJjcbcZPsDJhewKzbb-fCjsMOtTjTxSfEQElsXTmU76fGUrW-e6UxTdoV4r1mppzLqNeFH6WdKTje76dRvpbYgGEq3L2ScbzLjtaxT/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366280146401261266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDovg7kAfkgj2xnzhmjGlOL-jetrEsMijnW-Z3kVJjcbcZPsDJhewKzbb-fCjsMOtTjTxSfEQElsXTmU76fGUrW-e6UxTdoV4r1mppzLqNeFH6WdKTje76dRvpbYgGEq3L2ScbzLjtaxT/s400/DSC01507.JPG" /></a>The attic is finally completed. It looks awesome! I'm so proud of my guys for all their hard work. We couldn't be happier with the outcome. You can see that the two closets and storage area have been left unfinished for now. This is due to both the way we intend to use those spaces and the fact that time is really closing in on us before BG arrives, so the focus is on the priority projects around here. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now that we have everything moved up to the new office space, not organized, but moved...; we have started on The Peanut's room. That project has already sent a few unexpected bumps our way. Last night, a bit shot off the router while it was running (or something like that!). Thank GOD it didn't hit Josh or my brother, but it certainly scared us half to death. Josh spent two days this weekend on a very high and not-so-sturdy ladder that I sat anxiously at the bottom of, praying to God for his safe decent. The poor guy! This hasn't exactly been a fun summer for him. All he's done is work, work and work. Oh yeah...and make daily, if not twice daily, trips to Home Depot. Yuck!<br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I will be sure that this little girl knows how hard her Daddy worked to make our home perfect for her. She will know how he poured his heart and soul into getting her nursery ready. How he spent his entire summer doing this out of love for the little girl he has yet to meet, but loves with all his heart. <em>He's going to be the perfect Daddy! </em>He already is the perfect Daddy!<br /><br /><br /><div>So now we can only hope that the new windows in BG's room will be finished tonight. This will allow us to do some touch-up painting tomorrow night and clean the room thoroughly. Then the furniture may be moved in on Thursday. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>**sigh** It's all coming together!<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-15532110658217573252009-08-03T14:30:00.000-07:002009-08-04T13:03:22.714-07:00ShoweredWe've been showered! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929804924257394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUVEBNaV0QOseqIqMgxzBNAuU3IMTWBN0yW4yoYHvjTice8V0U3ixrqlxX_tISJ2dAsvc-06Oo5Mow26zeEB2BX2K-qvpYBHOUemW4Paq4HM4r6QiWpU-k4p5V_MIgN__MjmxFdNr0q-K/s400/DSC01456.JPG" />With pink and cream and brown all over...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpNkZdk20rs5-oKRG2GMkfM-aE079WeSoc87qfSnehM0zxwjqxpotBudkPavgxnes2m6tzvkParMzV86dhLnMxD06Yu08tXfTCL1YG1JCbgU2LwXrY2Zpna5UqI3t2ALJhWItoaZmtKcL/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929794729735458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpNkZdk20rs5-oKRG2GMkfM-aE079WeSoc87qfSnehM0zxwjqxpotBudkPavgxnes2m6tzvkParMzV86dhLnMxD06Yu08tXfTCL1YG1JCbgU2LwXrY2Zpna5UqI3t2ALJhWItoaZmtKcL/s400/DSC01441.JPG" /></a>With delicious little chocolate birds and eggs...<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOglXBRmP4XWaqpDMblQzJtB-k4kZXJl0RS6LlVRIrnxb957hwKlhlAIIrmIv23rnAAjJoL3Mi3csjX95CgpnsQPHcXKs-t57t5-Oy9DkvOvr-vXtgB0fOjmzPBee0PeAs8glcAu1ov9E3/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929789082082066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOglXBRmP4XWaqpDMblQzJtB-k4kZXJl0RS6LlVRIrnxb957hwKlhlAIIrmIv23rnAAjJoL3Mi3csjX95CgpnsQPHcXKs-t57t5-Oy9DkvOvr-vXtgB0fOjmzPBee0PeAs8glcAu1ov9E3/s400/DSC01455.JPG" /></a> With diaper cakes....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTYlQX5r_wEsSmvnXIRlErb_e1XLdWBxtRrVN3NW_NeciojvL84vr2jcO3lIgtKaOTCT1qsViAjoFF1Mg_nQWYvc4_24aOfro8nld3NuQtouDUohyIGD3DdqJemDd2CTO0szrwS0JWQ4G/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929783477370674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTYlQX5r_wEsSmvnXIRlErb_e1XLdWBxtRrVN3NW_NeciojvL84vr2jcO3lIgtKaOTCT1qsViAjoFF1Mg_nQWYvc4_24aOfro8nld3NuQtouDUohyIGD3DdqJemDd2CTO0szrwS0JWQ4G/s400/DSC01454.JPG" /></a> And guessing games....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4GNwnmf5BTDHBWMQpRH1YyXDGkRvFea9TEfnwZngsleqrKuGkNgtkXqZSrOkj_sza504DPdM2SuHjPHbR4O8-xDzkbf1iRCRKnGidZFgme3LaSqIps9i7WUHEy4HPUR5fLtlFLr6UfXF/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927492384105346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4GNwnmf5BTDHBWMQpRH1YyXDGkRvFea9TEfnwZngsleqrKuGkNgtkXqZSrOkj_sza504DPdM2SuHjPHbR4O8-xDzkbf1iRCRKnGidZFgme3LaSqIps9i7WUHEy4HPUR5fLtlFLr6UfXF/s400/DSC01453.JPG" /></a> And sweet little baby sayings....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZZ1Sri6vR_VeE8Yf3WqN8Lvfieu0naH2gMxo3LpBMUqdZkwn_J_bjg7Y0sggH4BwvfmkLi1YZUDbeEjrUq2crIx0YJuwyhBikY7bVziooJUcdYxH7G9dIaEgdzA14eR05rNfqd_S2XVX/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927480379487346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZZ1Sri6vR_VeE8Yf3WqN8Lvfieu0naH2gMxo3LpBMUqdZkwn_J_bjg7Y0sggH4BwvfmkLi1YZUDbeEjrUq2crIx0YJuwyhBikY7bVziooJUcdYxH7G9dIaEgdzA14eR05rNfqd_S2XVX/s400/DSC01451.JPG" /></a> With gorgeous cupcakes....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUElYWnDqquYC0nTKXDD0BJgFZaCuw074LRGCwaZtnVGlmX0HNGi56exc1NBAHR70zUbpyw2Z6gf94C1wOfXlA6Z9yS_GJkcIslFgSseFLFniFzfkbq-1zKWXdH1PYimBwHL595KQUxC1O/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927478076034578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUElYWnDqquYC0nTKXDD0BJgFZaCuw074LRGCwaZtnVGlmX0HNGi56exc1NBAHR70zUbpyw2Z6gf94C1wOfXlA6Z9yS_GJkcIslFgSseFLFniFzfkbq-1zKWXdH1PYimBwHL595KQUxC1O/s400/DSC01439.JPG" /></a> And gifts galore....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQvlY0d9NNimLuK3hWBYiEJ9OetzDaHVyTWMRRC-aF7ii8lwKBi4jvVk3gxQzZtxtTs0Km4jDQMtFbNNUu_ztRzcu2rHjuCro1NAywdrV1sO9XyUPeXn2KVSu2vlyFtiRluE_O_ZPmDju/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927469318840578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQvlY0d9NNimLuK3hWBYiEJ9OetzDaHVyTWMRRC-aF7ii8lwKBi4jvVk3gxQzZtxtTs0Km4jDQMtFbNNUu_ztRzcu2rHjuCro1NAywdrV1sO9XyUPeXn2KVSu2vlyFtiRluE_O_ZPmDju/s400/DSC01443.JPG" /></a> With napkins tied and pinned as diapers....</div><div>Stuffed with sweet little nest favors (photo to come)....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBh7FsotDdfqbpiXhla7BOShMi__hreRWk3uhcgSKG76rzTDJNd9gtv3cYQKdT0XA7DkvEJgEZbyutpCf1oUbsT9akZMsx2st8TcZuBw_4low_LiX_I5IhBc9-kFm6zjnYYMTwxO-arOkN/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927466160204290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBh7FsotDdfqbpiXhla7BOShMi__hreRWk3uhcgSKG76rzTDJNd9gtv3cYQKdT0XA7DkvEJgEZbyutpCf1oUbsT9akZMsx2st8TcZuBw_4low_LiX_I5IhBc9-kFm6zjnYYMTwxO-arOkN/s400/DSC01440.JPG" /></a> With signs of congratulations....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuX5rDAAkE5CZDpwoUxjsbKrhbiqn7NUf_HfAo7XChIB3CMnJy0ffIypGJh8TyZjoptbBkA8sfXkyZTFn7kJjSNjUbbg14GkkJ8z9R3Lx5GW4761cUBHOrjB7P-ldU9cAzUZfnKyAwOQZD/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365854805901788466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuX5rDAAkE5CZDpwoUxjsbKrhbiqn7NUf_HfAo7XChIB3CMnJy0ffIypGJh8TyZjoptbBkA8sfXkyZTFn7kJjSNjUbbg14GkkJ8z9R3Lx5GW4761cUBHOrjB7P-ldU9cAzUZfnKyAwOQZD/s400/DSC01438.JPG" /></a> And the cutest miniature bird houses you've ever seen...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPuSgtPc_ylt_sm31o4nuU4Rc8LYLWyjjK_s3A1qmiU6ZC1DSY6YufoRTvF0xF1ugwg6le93_3-sCl9JaKI5ngPrKLxAFPhbh5NeWRiXLBp4P6eemEX3xeESzL4uPMFIuz2T9129iF7iC/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365854802950652450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPuSgtPc_ylt_sm31o4nuU4Rc8LYLWyjjK_s3A1qmiU6ZC1DSY6YufoRTvF0xF1ugwg6le93_3-sCl9JaKI5ngPrKLxAFPhbh5NeWRiXLBp4P6eemEX3xeESzL4uPMFIuz2T9129iF7iC/s400/DSC01435.JPG" /></a> With gorgeous roses and delicate ribbons....<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievUmd433XAL5-WfVHagjC-pDdskSvzPA6NehLu1o3BYJ84saKzxVqif4Db3tEGuWDYJsxf8DojpDP4j9T1AAcYp9JJbeu9XdhELm863syKyw8BD_PkX9eB8iImO87sBsMcIxjb5EgeYhg/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365854788460543986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievUmd433XAL5-WfVHagjC-pDdskSvzPA6NehLu1o3BYJ84saKzxVqif4Db3tEGuWDYJsxf8DojpDP4j9T1AAcYp9JJbeu9XdhELm863syKyw8BD_PkX9eB8iImO87sBsMcIxjb5EgeYhg/s400/DSC01432.JPG" /></a> And even more bird houses....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZfC2jirY3YexrfnbK_k0xDImCPwfiGsqeVPCTSdTMcwjOTr_bFpnGq-FEphfNbThCpdmyz1bdcs9d29YqRv5QAPs6CFU-fUNgh9ksTMFr1wO0oJaJai1AHfEMuMjCwdYE8LIeNTQvgMb/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365854787562089938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZfC2jirY3YexrfnbK_k0xDImCPwfiGsqeVPCTSdTMcwjOTr_bFpnGq-FEphfNbThCpdmyz1bdcs9d29YqRv5QAPs6CFU-fUNgh9ksTMFr1wO0oJaJai1AHfEMuMjCwdYE8LIeNTQvgMb/s400/DSC01430.JPG" /></a> And a perfect little spot for the Mommy-to-be to enjoy all of the guests and the amazing view, from the solarium of <a href="http://www.belhurst.com/">the most beautiful castle on Seneca Lake</a>. What a perfect day! Thanks so much to everyone who was a part of it!<br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-23150568810299590462009-07-24T09:49:00.000-07:002009-07-24T12:14:41.986-07:00More Surprises for BGMThis baby has such sweet, wonderfully thoughtful people in her life. We've been receiving all sorts of surprises lately. I can't keep up. <div><div><div><div><div><br /><br />I went to a gathering at my friend Amy's house last week, for our friend Anglea, and Amy came out with a little bag containing these:<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071536463524834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FiZNhlgv-fIeQPOgeYL6kea9NoZEj_5-x5_fiRLiqj5tX3s8C61Qjh-_2ZO54-KaTNbUY46i1nMvgXt9ZisbM_ZRoxikczeMTvpZt_QZX0fkYJBXOeucYkLfnPxeB7h_SrzGQgR4jqhA/s400/DSC01392.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071523269034194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpawDhdaKFf1KO7Vb30Sl__KB3xJN64caQxwenpxJNCCuItNk6CLXeg7KR7KTizupPM6x52wUMMvhMwQDJD-XgkSUVMeDW_puRF4YbOVeiuIQEdLDh61RNj86Ada7C1iGtQW-xmOTv0O-R/s400/DSC01390.JPG" /> ...for no reason at all.<br /><br /><br /><div>Then we received this sweet gift in the mail from my friend Katie:<br /></div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071534612178994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm0Q9-cFCuDcnaAG8xZhZNOp4oUMahpzlca_ruRu2i7EkkuFnFjRCUHR_vIK_ljdggeUqwDhGXGpa8wEKVoKJmTgfuz1rCX5Y5wCSTf8XxXxwcMVZAYgkqP8vKqlgMY5vSeqiAUmh1DmH/s400/DSC01394.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071541855068194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0iPmvE6H1UJte4yZXmQlhQkCESeewmtpoCjD9x_qBWPhjhYLdLCKyNfOyDnoZSNuyAdkDCnDlIXHvYhLoMPwQRyDWmmJUZYT1AlB4_8N_Y2kHovHqrYOtoEoXXMzUbZGxOOjsr5ci-1sn/s400/DSC01396.JPG" />This was an extra special surprise considering all that she has on her plate right now. She and her family can use all the prayers they can get. Her daughter Olivia just had a second bone marrow transplant to help cure her of a rare disease. She is just a 18 mths. old. What Katie, her husband and their families are going through is unimaginable and truly heart-wrenching. I'd love to show you the little one's photo, but I'm not comfortable without Katie's consent. Just trust me when I say she's a beautiful little girl who deserves this second chance as much as anyone. So please pray that her body accepts this transplant and things begin to look up for them. </div><div> </div><div>Katie is very busy taking care of her little one, so it's doubtful that she'd be stopping by my blog for a visit. However, one day this struggle will be a thing of the past and I'll want her to know that I thought of her daily and am eternally grateful for her friendship. Love ya Kate! <div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362071551296679954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKt8bMiJ6J_ezl1Rh6l-f4uCxrF6rTt-ngNhRco9_GV9JnK7j3JrRMzrLaqEs1SXTQbjf8TsRl0IDC3r4TZiP_sfBEGvRSATibHAErwasSOVIi7RSGIU43ZDynHhDkfc5gpUEfrfWCHeY/s400/DSC01402.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072695096505458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0NZzn4u4tyMM6Ep8-2K_KVB5FSePn0dT8B2E-wXy2S9ni3cmdOgYbRT0HUuwMJxkk6zTjlg1Vwc6QolqpR-6R-ZxJe5jaTd0LCQAR1Db4N4uJX1q1crYtf2lBhVHqwoOzVdmlps-gole/s400/DSC01417.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072690069253106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vtEC8RbgJoznt7s1D-fXdA1-Kaw07Q4NrECjRMmKYIWsj_Lun7poe_z9VcGjuDfoeGefNh8HHpduEwF8qIT5LFKp2hL3YQuI-ii-56Ae856-Ns-lbsCmTf2urCAzHTH5y5PGZROtioKn/s400/DSC01406.JPG" />These last three photos are gifts from my BJB Nicky. There hasn't been much junking going on around here due to weddings and babies and tons of home repairs/remodeling. Despite that, she remains my good friend (for shopping, crafting and anything else we can get ourselves into) and is otherwise known as Auntie Nicky around here. She's a spoiler. She made those shoes for BGM. How super cute are they? She packaged them in the smaller of the two fabulous hat boxes above. She gave them to me on a random day, just because. Just a few weeks later, we headed out to do some errands and there she was with another, larger hat box. That box had that super cute dress and matching shoes in it. We love it. All of it. Thank you Auntie Nicky! </div><div> </div><div>In addition to all of this thoughtfulness, my summer school principal came to my room today and dropped off baby coupons that she had printed out for me. Call me crazy, but I thought that was so sweet and thoughtful. Maybe because I'm not used to that sort of treatment from a principal. </div><div> </div><div>Thanks so much to all of you for being so thoughtful and loving. As I say over and over....we are blessed!</div><div> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-58073098812381038372009-07-22T11:08:00.000-07:002009-07-23T11:23:34.584-07:00Almost there...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KxVx7FHEPnHXmrqHESJsBcClJb1pBowXWrOTFAhBmbqtPFzPH74n-DARh6Jee3jVmwQ1DTEIiIT-xmQehqbXoxr7LdgV7RGW-VK2X8h7-ZREhiZU9eK6l8EFUWAa3afuG8CaS3j6kWXK/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720440135185698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KxVx7FHEPnHXmrqHESJsBcClJb1pBowXWrOTFAhBmbqtPFzPH74n-DARh6Jee3jVmwQ1DTEIiIT-xmQehqbXoxr7LdgV7RGW-VK2X8h7-ZREhiZU9eK6l8EFUWAa3afuG8CaS3j6kWXK/s400/DSC01422.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Josh and Brett suggested I come upstairs to take some photos of the last bit of unfinished attic before the the painter comes. I had no idea what I was getting myself into and I think they forgot that I probably shouldn't be up there breathing in drywall dust. Sooo...I snapped a few quick pictures and ran back downstairs. I'm amazed with how much they've accomplished in the past couple of weeks. And thrilled! I'm told we are moving the office up to that level within the next week and I'm overjoyed with the news. As it is just in time, with the baby's shower this weekend. We'll really be overcrowded around here. The amount of storage and square footage the attic is adding on for us is priceless. I don't know what we'd do without it.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720429467186610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhse5IXsjpjlMLIBPzpHJvbA7mwnpkOGBjrbx4jDEhuDRhtY8LCA51bbENCuCW6QyKxG95OiPTEnvO5GUOthwXjXsVwp9s76u0y9xCI2PRSUgr_vCkxI5Iys-nRtUM520i2M74dLy_kmqxT/s400/DSC01419.JPG" /> <div><div>Keep in mind when you see these pictures that I'm only showing you half of the entire space right now. The other half is already serving as storage for all of my teaching materials and a few other things. The half pictured here has two closets on either side of the media space for storage. Then there's a large open space for the craft table and all the craft storage. I can't tell you how bad we needed this space.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720433195082354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5yB7wXSv_bY3X6ZSCHkmxeVUplcXS3toCiZlWoQHgEHo-QjnkeGGuDXtMncraRVFk7whU94ahI_LFJgXsXkJtqMJROFyj_Y_gG8ylLJ-c-8mHz9tabKPvAmcgSBpjWfGpyzM444KDgZI/s400/DSC01421.JPG" /></div><br />The dust was so thick that the photos came out looking as if it were snowing or raining up there. The good news is they clean up after themselves. It doesn't seem to matter much for the white dust spread throughout the rest of the house, but it's one less space I'll be cleaning like mad at the end of this project!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-61036802469406032732009-07-21T14:52:00.001-07:002009-07-21T16:14:14.963-07:00Our Sweet Baby Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYJAKsqR8GpFMssgQkGdK34i6Hi6-Em3ovWsLWZfmVBniZUwt8F7RXCEyrbDkgqkFbIBv4qqzakj7hKCKYprUCismDT7erICXT-YC_pa8l6qMYccfRFz8qxd-OBbX_uf0eYE4IIhkBgEJ/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361034987015462002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYJAKsqR8GpFMssgQkGdK34i6Hi6-Em3ovWsLWZfmVBniZUwt8F7RXCEyrbDkgqkFbIBv4qqzakj7hKCKYprUCismDT7erICXT-YC_pa8l6qMYccfRFz8qxd-OBbX_uf0eYE4IIhkBgEJ/s400/IMG.jpg" /></a> {This photo is difficult to see and I'm clueless about how the heck to write on it and label it for you. Wish I knew. If anyone reading this does, please share. You can see her little eyes closed there. She has one hand on her left cheek and the other one just below her nose, as she's sucking on it. It was soo cute. We could see her little lips going in a sucking motion. It melts my heart. Really. Too bad she's so naughty and refused to take her hands off her face for her 3D images. It would have been so nice to get a better look at her, but she's a stubborn one and does only what she wants to. She was kicking the ultrasound tech when the tech prodded her to move her hands from her face. Nice!}<br /><br /><br /><div>I've been waiting to share the latest baby news with all of you in order to confirm the situation. Last week to add to the excitement (read: terror) about the little one coming early, the doctor announced the baby's fundal measures were small. She said that they have been small for a while now, and she had been hoping for a growth spurt. She decided that it was time for an ultrasound to further analyze the situation. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Fast forward to today and imagine a $hitload of googling + a whole bunch worrying in between + a Mommy who has been sick to her stomach for days and a Daddy who was very seriously concerned that his daughter was going to come out a "little person", to put it politely. I've walked around here for days saying aloud to nobody and to anybody who would listen, "Our baby is fine. It's just the way I'm carrying her." Or, "She's little because I'm little. My Dad is short. We're short people." And, "Petite is good. Cute for sure." If you've ever walked in these shoes, you know that telling yourself these things only goes so far. {For no reason at all I'm tears right now, as I write this. Maybe it's the release of the build-up I have yet to succomb to??) It's hard to worry about your child and his or her well-being, no matter what the age (gestation in my case). The road we've travelled down to get here has not come close to what some women have been through and I know that. Nonetheless, it has been a long and winding one. This pregnancy alone has kept us on our toes, non-stop. All of this can make a girl sick. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>And maybe it has..... Today the nurse told me that I've lost weight since I was there on Friday. Huh?! </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The news we received today was good, better than I expected for sure. Shocking news but, for the most part, good. The ultrasound shows the baby as anything but small. She's actually 4.2 lbs. From what I read this is at least a week ahead of where they say she is. She's in the 75th percentile for dates. This takes me back to the idea that they're damned dates are just plain wrong. I truly believe she's almost two weeks ahead of where they say she is. That's based on my calculations, but what do I know...I'm just her creator!!!! The doctor tells me she has no idea where I'm carrying the baby. I do...in my lower back. The pain there is unbearable 25 hours a day! While I don't really need to have a 10 lb. baby, I'm ok with her being a quarter of the weight I've gained so far!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The other news, good but not that good, is that the hard head pressed against my cervix for the past three weeks turns out to be a butt. The doctor has been saying how she's right down there in position for a while now. In actuality, she's breech. That's the part that's no good. Don't get me wrong - a healthy baby is a perfect baby, but I'll do anything I can to avoid a c-section. The doctor plans to monitor me for the next four weeks to see if she changes. She's hopeful since the Peanut is very active and statistics show 2 out of every 3 babies in a breech position at this point will shift by 36 weeks. If she doesn't decide to be a good little girl herself, we will probably take matters into our own hands. The doctor talked to us about a manual shift which we know all about and are prepared to attempt, despite the pain, so long as it does not stress Baby Girl. She WILL be monitored before and during and the process will be stopped at the slightest sign of stress. Now, I know that it seems cruel but you can't say what you'd do unless you've been in my shoes. If you have been here, and you opted not to do this procedure, I respect your decision. Please respect mine. With that said, the doctor also discussed acupuncture with us. I'm looking into it and hoping to pursue that route if she hasn't moved her trouble-making butt out of her pretty little head's way by the next appointment. We'll see. I do prefer the natural route over the torturous one....for the record!</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-6934610034949549472009-07-19T15:04:00.000-07:002009-07-20T15:19:34.964-07:00Shoe GirlsI'm a shoe lover. Always have been, always will be. It's an obsession really! I can't get over the shoes they have for babies either. Before I ever was pregnant I knew that there were two kinds of shoes I wanted my little one to have: UGG boots and Converse All-Stars. Isn't that ridiculous!! (That's rhetorical....;) <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div>Funny thing is she has tons of shoes, none of which are either of those listed above. Nearly all of them are hand-me-downs except a few that were gifts. Now I've really practiced some restraint with this, but the urge is beginning to take over for me. I'm afraid I'm setting my daughter up for the same sick obsession.... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360668473080096034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1rSEznGTDAtWVG4LeSmi7YfjG7g3EA91811ltjsmpWiwNeUxm9ALU6YAs_N-NeNzzYzEH_ZokKK5fg5yD9Q8cHGEQAXZDTtj0T9pTftJ1Zyr6rtTCn2sCVNfqxiDwXExgdJ2yNcffyBB/s400/pumas.jpg" />I just bought her these from Babies R Us (but with a gift card, so they're as good as a gift and I don't feel guilty!). They have them at Puma.com, as well.<br /><br />and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=17666400">these</a>: </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360668464608026642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iGZ2D7PKe4Vp8QaPc0ZOtBZRUm-hjVM8OVO2YRjqdxLRQMhMnfsBCancy2O1LOymgaS6oAe0hy88AvRsDblGk8GMAEHbtvvCP_juMq-IdG5eTKoKdt4MrbwPDXlipqgaYubO4hQnmpti/s400/boots.jpg" />Which are ten times as cute in person...let me tell you!<br /><br /><br /><div>Now I'm oohing and ahhing over <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27483590">these</a>:</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360668469872765090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcURkiotZp7Y_Bt75-AK_ERCiHQM8dOAKsiZAeTj0OXx1bkYiT4HsJoOWe9UM7cFT2rTuhfTfFROSawLKGppmslGn5lN9D54I3WwRUj3mbqdwGGeaWLoP6Hyjm0utqxPEGCi3uzbp-IMN_/s400/shoe2.jpg" />and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28059369">these</a>:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360668465665887170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssQIzr8d3sMrNjZB_xHI5s68mRArD8ZxIEpuYkC07zQUFDNhCi1AEVNg3yoE3QUPrfT8rHyv8XNXqq7t3IN_gztXEwmhWIZ6KLcvhdEk1gGbWWC_LRyC_v3pL03ywb7mKRNE5GEsMFCiH/s400/shoes.jpg" />Can the baby shoes out there get any sweeter? I mean peep-toes? For an infant? OMG!!<br /><br /><div><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-66831883943564797752009-07-17T17:55:00.000-07:002009-07-18T18:23:08.689-07:00My Sweet, Selfless BrotherI have so many things I could say right now, but this would end up being the longest blog post known to man, as I'd back waaaay up to when we were kids. I'd tell you how mean and terrible of a big sister I was. How I feel guilty for this every time I think about it. {Honestly.} My little brother has always been a sensitive kind of guy who does wonderful things for others. He has continued this as he has grown into a man. He's genuine, kind and loving. He puts others before himself and aims to please; the adjectives could go on and on. He has spent countless hours here helping Josh work on the attic, just so BGM can have her room ready before she arrives. He does so without complaint. Without requiring much more than a jug of water while he works. Taking time away from his wife and dog to be here. He joins me for lunch when I need a date, then generously picks up the tab despite the invitation being mine. All of this for a sister who has done little to deserve it and may never be able to repay it.<br /><br /><br /><br />Then.....<br /><br /><br /><div>Last week he announced that he had bought this:</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359970754799608226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEKlXDRnW32UyYJ9VGX5I5JNSgIz6xghZd9xxT3t-bypco1_IY7XBWuUDF4mPb-Tp3qfXlNNtFlYmISxAnfQva-KR77eqQutVwwPNwOeEuM7yQ3Bty3TuXvTUPjHLglaslsoVG7NoU3ua/s400/armoire.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>for BGM. (Remember I talked about it <a href="http://sondraschuld.blogspot.com/2009/06/spoiled-or-blessed.html">here</a> and <a href="http://sondraschuld.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerve.html">here</a>.) </div><br /><div>He explained to us that he just wanted her to have it!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>This is what I mean about him. There are so many reasons he should not have done this. But he did. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>This Baby Girl is loved beyond what she knows. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Thank you, Uncle Brett. We all love you very much and can't wait for BGM to meet you.....<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-28160345314947687162009-07-16T16:47:00.001-07:002009-07-16T16:47:58.437-07:00Another Giveaway....at <a href="http://lolabboutique.blogspot.com/2009/07/peekand-giveaway.html">Lola B's</a>. Check it out!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-21013094877953564802009-07-14T19:05:00.000-07:002009-07-14T19:07:04.963-07:00Grosgrain: Musette Bracelet GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuevb-NnuAoIwz5Cw3uJZa78rALLDWDw45Q8IZUyxbI7PbiZtAhbCDZMe9gC2X8iiKaCwpK8mx7RU6QM_DuqR-QsJDt2g2UzW5jXmV82AVUmU05VJrbIV7s2ZZeaTojLogq6rilVM2LuX/s1600-h/bracelet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358502594071765266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuevb-NnuAoIwz5Cw3uJZa78rALLDWDw45Q8IZUyxbI7PbiZtAhbCDZMe9gC2X8iiKaCwpK8mx7RU6QM_DuqR-QsJDt2g2UzW5jXmV82AVUmU05VJrbIV7s2ZZeaTojLogq6rilVM2LuX/s400/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/07/musette-bracelet-guest-giveaway.html">Grosgrain: Musette Bracelet GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-38654397473362147602009-07-13T18:15:00.000-07:002009-07-14T18:41:02.583-07:00More 'Things' for Baby and Her NurseryJust a few things I'm really loving for baby and her room these days...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3AyYHETsHhAZzHWSJSymj-ICUvbOaJPmdk9HBhhnHVLP-Kf25KUmDa7VogiGFBN6NPWA05GGwevzZORkUB4UjuWz-YuXqmne__I4g23pM_0-TpK0Khp7NixfxW4QlHn0wFZwkz8TJRxh/s1600-h/diaper+bag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357005570794346258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3AyYHETsHhAZzHWSJSymj-ICUvbOaJPmdk9HBhhnHVLP-Kf25KUmDa7VogiGFBN6NPWA05GGwevzZORkUB4UjuWz-YuXqmne__I4g23pM_0-TpK0Khp7NixfxW4QlHn0wFZwkz8TJRxh/s400/diaper+bag.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love <a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=45973&vid=1&pid=571639&scid=571639002">this bag</a> from Gap. </div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357006224244181666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrGoW4eaoiBwZl9T-FUEUKy11YRlJug0msZTeY-ohxcSAZROOK2ZqaORV-sWXt65Lw1h6-_VffEBovXqAa0s1GPLBAH12d0p082fM31xrWt4BbasIOKT298JdIwJHfqwIpG_8N01iu1x7/s400/loveseat2.jpg" border="0" />Then there's <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S39839489">this loveseat</a> from Ikea. Our girl has a sunporch off of her room and I'd love to have this out there for family cuddles (aka - a place for me to crash when Daddy throws us both out of our bedroom!). The wicker chairs I have out there now just aren't cutting it. I have to find a softer, comfier look.<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-86354531876033295812009-07-11T18:39:00.000-07:002009-07-11T16:17:16.753-07:00Office InspirationAs you know our office is moving to the attic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmQ3zlt0PPTQwVsvQOcj4ynzb0sYZkWC0qDcUuOboXF5n0jo21BvzAzv0p1DYmMq0-VjMyafNDkaoRUOyZq4Y6WA5rCdGK3waoEwaxoTM7kVUqH75vyBawURvsc4IaGwxcYe5Mq_hyphenhyphenx57/s1600-h/office.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011477302390914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmQ3zlt0PPTQwVsvQOcj4ynzb0sYZkWC0qDcUuOboXF5n0jo21BvzAzv0p1DYmMq0-VjMyafNDkaoRUOyZq4Y6WA5rCdGK3waoEwaxoTM7kVUqH75vyBawURvsc4IaGwxcYe5Mq_hyphenhyphenx57/s400/office.jpg" border="0" /></a> My mind has been reeling with ideas as to what I'd like to do.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnE52tZFPSmTl_3n2fxjAIIFweLxG9YbWlDGO4L6pqtNPU9RptBULRLbiZDuY9lVJOmTWmRscYg2-bIGGaLJyg2-whnWpSQDywmI6RTOrqquoMTqsRFHbCPiBQecPCnZh27axao7GwOa-X/s1600-h/office2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011474291381154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnE52tZFPSmTl_3n2fxjAIIFweLxG9YbWlDGO4L6pqtNPU9RptBULRLbiZDuY9lVJOmTWmRscYg2-bIGGaLJyg2-whnWpSQDywmI6RTOrqquoMTqsRFHbCPiBQecPCnZh27axao7GwOa-X/s400/office2.jpg" border="0" /></a> These photographs are the closest I can come to sharing some of my thoughts with you. They're from Better Homes and Gardens.com.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBMO67ANwYSD5LM8hVVl9fBMKYTAaG9DCebON3Ei1LHseI4nHBIGkCxJzuY0tJVeISxsYS4dbyMeON0GAjixwn71rnDhOUSMEUuJ4NpXvjdv_o4SCKqAF1PFAF14tdgNhTcqHcdr5d_UI/s1600-h/office4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011469339443314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBMO67ANwYSD5LM8hVVl9fBMKYTAaG9DCebON3Ei1LHseI4nHBIGkCxJzuY0tJVeISxsYS4dbyMeON0GAjixwn71rnDhOUSMEUuJ4NpXvjdv_o4SCKqAF1PFAF14tdgNhTcqHcdr5d_UI/s400/office4.jpg" border="0" /></a>I'm not necessarily using them for inspiration, so this title is slightly misleading. I'm already inspired by random things I've come up with in my head. I just struggle to explain them to others. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQCYj6OO9jj-2czWtFuiLV3DpB1iCBlZeZgoiaeXwnz5tc30Do897DrkmRaAzoG-aCfr1NorOnULApX-EsRARbHja4KYDMbsh6ZH1jz8vsKWlRUy0gECKQqSxYn3i757oRJBEWZNGydJ-/s1600-h/office3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011464929208850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQCYj6OO9jj-2czWtFuiLV3DpB1iCBlZeZgoiaeXwnz5tc30Do897DrkmRaAzoG-aCfr1NorOnULApX-EsRARbHja4KYDMbsh6ZH1jz8vsKWlRUy0gECKQqSxYn3i757oRJBEWZNGydJ-/s400/office3.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is simply an attempt to share the general idea. Now where can I find those amazing file cabinets up there????? Love those and desperately need them. Anybody know??<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTjh1xHq_AyzSlJBusLsXei51U6bFineLR8n2TmoNAr2ryrBop-IcBZFLbAbTwVLNUSnU0SpNnOtNHjYOhhZHTUTnPOAaUnnEkx-fBxiERyzZ6G3x-R_SxXOwBnOB4D-IuGIdqbr0nDn0/s1600-h/office5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011458973440402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTjh1xHq_AyzSlJBusLsXei51U6bFineLR8n2TmoNAr2ryrBop-IcBZFLbAbTwVLNUSnU0SpNnOtNHjYOhhZHTUTnPOAaUnnEkx-fBxiERyzZ6G3x-R_SxXOwBnOB4D-IuGIdqbr0nDn0/s400/office5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>A table, for a desk is a must. I could kick myself because I spotted the perfect table on craigslist one day. I came home and pondered it. Then I went back on there for it and it was nowhere to be found. Ugghhh!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-72260739642625926502009-07-10T13:53:00.000-07:002009-07-10T14:21:06.234-07:00gDiapers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dEFSSXYWfwfKnbAWMFevKszy3gUbOM2D9g6uMGedoF_84J3lIQagybiRmqw0u5fr1qAcWEL1g8n5IevAPY2yvjGTPWcTqdGPw_fWJ2i6HuWYE5vUCm-GJDLhfbaEO7GDHBOoU4d-DsZY/s1600-h/gdiap3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940805459790322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dEFSSXYWfwfKnbAWMFevKszy3gUbOM2D9g6uMGedoF_84J3lIQagybiRmqw0u5fr1qAcWEL1g8n5IevAPY2yvjGTPWcTqdGPw_fWJ2i6HuWYE5vUCm-GJDLhfbaEO7GDHBOoU4d-DsZY/s400/gdiap3.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is an AWESOME concept. Now don't go thinking I given up on <em><a href="http://sondraschuld.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-plunge.html"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">these</span></a></em>, because I haven't! I still have every intention of using them. I just couldn't wrap my brain around how to schedule getting the starter kit immediately after birth (you may remember the trial run goes for week long segments, so having them delivered ahead of time is not an option). I feel like it would be the last thing I'll have on my mind and since who knows when The Peanut plans to arrive, it's best that we have a back up plan.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygv1kaa0IXdidwMfWJAzhzQnNF7n84TuYMZF60Qpb2pP73VbFw5QlpEt1FCV5_zO8M3ydcLIes2-1muPSI9mereq0_zicWpM3s6-Bgdhs-gR9RjALpXuvvGGDD-t1KcY13khoTTwpRxJa/s1600-h/gdiap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940817669449810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygv1kaa0IXdidwMfWJAzhzQnNF7n84TuYMZF60Qpb2pP73VbFw5QlpEt1FCV5_zO8M3ydcLIes2-1muPSI9mereq0_zicWpM3s6-Bgdhs-gR9RjALpXuvvGGDD-t1KcY13khoTTwpRxJa/s400/gdiap.jpg" border="0" /></a> You know how I feel about the environmental effects of diapers, but I also know that when we travel the Luvaboos may not be our best option. My friend Terra gave me an article from a magazine on <a href="http://www.gdiapers.com/"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">gDiapers</span></a>. She thought I may be interested and all I can say is I LOVE THESE THINGS! I had heard of them before, but I didn't really know anything about them then. They are Flushable, Compostable, Plastic-Free, have Chlorine-Free Absorbent Materials, No Oil-Based Plastics, Eco-Friendly, and are Latex-Free. I added some to our registry already. This way I can bring them with us to the hospital and not have to stress out about how to get the <a href="http://www.luvaboos.com/store/WsDefault.asp?One=3"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Luvaboos</span></a> starter kit until we're settled back at home.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXl7HJCZ6JPeAVdl_Xc2EexluIgTcXEILnyRxveX3uKu1PL_y3iAmwPzw27eqpkcObUUgBkk3vItiO4z1CfcwWR6pcihwcV37zHYqaXNXUFrs9kd0P9p3vFUDuqj4dD-9Lo3zHhPBo0EMA/s1600-h/gdiap2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940814107997810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXl7HJCZ6JPeAVdl_Xc2EexluIgTcXEILnyRxveX3uKu1PL_y3iAmwPzw27eqpkcObUUgBkk3vItiO4z1CfcwWR6pcihwcV37zHYqaXNXUFrs9kd0P9p3vFUDuqj4dD-9Lo3zHhPBo0EMA/s400/gdiap2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My one complaint is that they have sizes small-large and the small accomodates 8-14 lbs. So I'm thinking it will be a tad big on BGM. Oh well.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKZEmKL78aLm4DJMGfean12EN5N2RYZJTOUbmv8OUfYg6kIekzBvOHmv6BrbT_b7tsTTdI4qamMPcqe4VeYrlh2iAgBBk-ESW-2SKCUVgDaG5nwn6boQo2pAw8b4M2V-pIR6iMMNhTJUd/s1600-h/gdiap4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940808820887234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKZEmKL78aLm4DJMGfean12EN5N2RYZJTOUbmv8OUfYg6kIekzBvOHmv6BrbT_b7tsTTdI4qamMPcqe4VeYrlh2iAgBBk-ESW-2SKCUVgDaG5nwn6boQo2pAw8b4M2V-pIR6iMMNhTJUd/s400/gdiap4.jpg" border="0" /></a>These photos are of the outer liners. They're called <a href="http://www.gdiapers.com/shop/little-gpants">gPants</a> and they are CUTE! I put up my favorites here, but they have some solid browns and blacks and one called Vanilla Bean that I also hope to buy eventually.<br /></div></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-35392807224438555422009-07-09T13:49:00.000-07:002009-07-10T13:52:45.082-07:00Negative For NowThe doctor called and told us that the test came back negative for fetal fibronectin. That is good news. Apparently this will now be closely monitored and tested again in a week or two to stay on top of things. I'm hoping she's decided to be a good girl and enjoy the last ten weeks in her current home. The healthier she is when she moves into ours, the better off we'll all be! Thanks for your thoughts and comments.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-13463864601367442012009-07-08T16:28:00.000-07:002009-07-10T18:04:13.684-07:00A mind of her own...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGxeCM6QNlS5PChmykH7STZG5HPcLIUVT3VqquimTrf4G8uyugBBMTGbPrStd6DhVIZdwHC7SH-XCbbSH8UvQ95CKH6G-lCF13ZdKPlOkRVQYlnRZyyaecFTl5exHmfSt180ppus9K3Dn/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356518683034239586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGxeCM6QNlS5PChmykH7STZG5HPcLIUVT3VqquimTrf4G8uyugBBMTGbPrStd6DhVIZdwHC7SH-XCbbSH8UvQ95CKH6G-lCF13ZdKPlOkRVQYlnRZyyaecFTl5exHmfSt180ppus9K3Dn/s400/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /></a>(BGM's newest outfit. From her Mommy, because I wish they sold it in my size!! Don't you love the matching shades!!)<br /><br /><div>So it's no secret that I've had more than your "normal" amount of contractions for a loong while now. Today we went to the doctor and she decided that they've simply escalated to too many, too often. It's an all day, everyday sort of occurance with as many as five or six in an hour. She felt it necessary to do some testing to see what might be on BGM's mind. She is checking to see if there is any trace of a certain something that I can't pronounce (my SIL will tell you what it is when she comments!!) and apparently if that test is positive this baby may very well be planning her escape within the next two weeks. We won't know much until tomorrow and probably more on Friday.<br /><br />Is she kidding me? This is NOT an option! She is not done cooking by any means. Why would she be wanting to escape? Isn't it cozy enough for her in there? She should understand right now that if she's trying to get out of there to sport some of these cute little outfits, none of them - and I MEAN NONE of them - are going to fit. We don't have preemie clothes, because we are not having a preemie.<br /><br />So listen up BGM - STAY PUT! Stop acting like your Daddy and trying to make your own rules around here. Be a good little girl and sit tight until September. We love you and can't wait to see you. It's just that we want you delivered to us as healthy and safely as possible. </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356518678623868722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwD7CO84wSWygo42zQrodDTOfLqV9GIGyAIYYk6b62FjraZC8KaV8s_u7mMqSoFIIieWCi5sySNcM66Ue_9nIpH63qAuvfyYCxc0wDu9N9Cnr_RENehm7C4Fatv60KPR-ArWzNwziQkiU8/s400/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" />Can you believe she already has two bathing suits in her closet. She had a brand new one piece from Baby Gap that was handed down to us with the tags still attached. Then I got her this a while ago because it was on clearance at Old Navy. Her Auntie Nicky bought her one for St. Thomas since both of the ones she has are for next summer and I put the sweetest one piece with ruffles on the butt on our Buy Buy Baby registry long ago just because I simply could not resist. Every little girl needs a swimsuit with butt ruffles. Don't you think?! We are going to need to register for a pool now, in order to get use out of all of these suits!<br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">**Make that three bathing suits in her closet. I just remembered the leopard print one that I shared with you <a href="http://sondraschuld.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-clothes-and-sister-in-laws.html">here</a>. My gosh! What was I thinking with so many of these?!</span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-9639584887969080322009-07-07T18:10:00.000-07:002009-07-07T18:11:13.205-07:00Check it out....Yet another great giveaway at <a href="http://www.babesandkidsreview.com/2009/07/aden-anais-swaddling-blanket-review-giveaway/#comment-9809"><span style="color:#666666;">Babes and Kids!</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-31791552273416093862009-07-04T16:43:00.000-07:002009-07-09T15:01:40.865-07:00A Giveaway That I'd Love To Win...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivf8HAfj6oDWp8OmgTw0UNj4UUzNBs4KVm71Lb-NDWu_VIlgeyIr0_qReMe7Uk2s-M10ARw0_XLG7eA_yDb_YrNMEp_WJMBL-ihD_QbJok58xPeCZNcvXUVxVISWGRGl_d5Tjz_k0PwKNb/s1600-h/paper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354756003093167826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivf8HAfj6oDWp8OmgTw0UNj4UUzNBs4KVm71Lb-NDWu_VIlgeyIr0_qReMe7Uk2s-M10ARw0_XLG7eA_yDb_YrNMEp_WJMBL-ihD_QbJok58xPeCZNcvXUVxVISWGRGl_d5Tjz_k0PwKNb/s400/paper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There's another giveaway going on at <a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-paper-scissors-guest-giveaway.html"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Grosgrain</span></a>. Fun stuff people. It's a gift certificate from Rock Paper Scissors Invitations <em>(I cannot get this link to work right now, so I hope to add it later).</em> I haven't won anything in a loong time, and aside from a million dollars this would be wonderful.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354756012237432514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWNhaGlKVjXuE09Czjr_W9GPpRzaTouGUoHd9jmkdPV1DZm9fG2LziO4ETyri1cDxljx96IsDlebxlJArqEMI3WBGhZYoTJVT5excyaLkTIehCVKWCzAooKjJu4S8MADMRD92Ujfzz6m5/s400/paper1.jpg" border="0" />Then there's the <a href="http://www.babesandkidsreview.com/2009/06/crane-humidifiers-review-giveaway/"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Crane Humidifier giveaway</span></a> at Babies and Kids. I've been looking at these for BGM's room. Unsure of which one to get, but it would be a real blessing to win one rather than buy it.<br /><br />They have some other fun giveaways there actually. Like this one: <a href="http://www.babesandkidsreview.com/2009/07/aden-anais-sleeping-bag-review-giveaway/"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Aden + Anais Sleeping Bag</span></a> and this one: <a href="http://www.babesandkidsreview.com/2009/06/ear-doc-review-giveaway/#comment-8689"><span style="color:#339999;">The Ear Doc</span></a>.<br /><div></div><br />Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July!<br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-79081649466654909242009-07-03T15:42:00.000-07:002009-07-03T18:22:37.652-07:00Not Your Average Bouncey Seat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQr330CMEWdEBkfQeKSSFlGGTzCHTgEEU3G2hj_62Ceupn2FAEJsZs6qWDGpBVpZQW8DVSDc7YA6DC8nva9vxXye12uT-wzSKmlyULxwqvOZS9E_JwEd58XEJVyv-5QMrYZBJQ_n8SRA3H/s1600-h/bouncey+seat.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354368499836114770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQr330CMEWdEBkfQeKSSFlGGTzCHTgEEU3G2hj_62Ceupn2FAEJsZs6qWDGpBVpZQW8DVSDc7YA6DC8nva9vxXye12uT-wzSKmlyULxwqvOZS9E_JwEd58XEJVyv-5QMrYZBJQ_n8SRA3H/s400/bouncey+seat.gif" border="0" /></a>Our girl is a 'kicker', there's no doubt about it. She has strong legs already, but this little device can make them even stronger. As I said before, she's destined to have a case of the thunder-thighs based on her parents and what we've seen in the ultrasounds. We figure we might as well capitalize on them.<br /><br />I received an email to check out this bouncey seat. This is definitely not your every day bouncer. This bad boy glides. It's called the Kickin' Coaster and the seat literally moves up and down as your child pushes off the bottom. Don't fret, it still has your usual lights, sound, visuals and vibration. It's just that I've never seen one that glides like this. You can also lock it into place when you don't want the gliding to go on. It has multiple positions, as well. Like 8 of them. That's definitely not a feature all bouncers have.<br /><br />It is the same price as the one we registered for; maybe I should reconsider. I don't care for the color/look of the thing, but I think our girl will LOVE it! The one I'm registered for now is the Graco Sooth and Swaddle. I liked the idea of the built in blanket to swaddle her early on when she may need more soothing. Then again, if I want to swaddle her I could just use one of her swaddle blankets and then put her in it.<br /><br />These are the things I spend hours figuring out these days!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Hmmm....to switch or not to switch?! What are your thoughts?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-7541435266188664452009-07-02T17:45:00.000-07:002009-07-02T18:42:08.833-07:00Daddy's Day<div><div><div>So Father's Day came and went without me posting it on here. My excuse is really just that we were away all weekend on a camping trip, then we went down to have dinner with my father and didn't get back until late on Sunday. <div><div><div><br /><br /><div>That doesn't mean that we didn't celebrate or do anything special. We treated my Dad to a GC from Gander Mountain and a Play Nine game. This is a FUN game. We take ours down there when we visit and he loves it. </div><br /><br /><div>As for the Daddy-to-be, he wasn't short on gifts either. I didn't spend a ton of money, but I did put some thought into them. I got him Ladderball, which he spotted in my car before I could wrap it. I had planned to give it to him a few days early anyway so he could bring it camping. Danny and BGM got him some tshirts, as well. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEYo7zID-quvDhHqoH8yQYacbQDppnlRWog-ge78iezBcLd9GTYUhGQdPzdzg7-OhOJIwTQOLtw2sXnwglSTD0mxM3u4NJGtcn-nQR-_D6cPP5_s4OIbZ8b31Vx7c1y7j7QU9fUs5ZeT0/s1600-h/tshirt+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354031658231676546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEYo7zID-quvDhHqoH8yQYacbQDppnlRWog-ge78iezBcLd9GTYUhGQdPzdzg7-OhOJIwTQOLtw2sXnwglSTD0mxM3u4NJGtcn-nQR-_D6cPP5_s4OIbZ8b31Vx7c1y7j7QU9fUs5ZeT0/s400/tshirt+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>This one is fitting because when we decided to tell my parents, we made dinner for them one night while visiting. We baked buns and stuck tiny flags in each one announcing there was a 'bun in the oven'! <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-neXiiYTzkJ-gkQgkokof6tVMg5DbFJEDGFHCkDgwB1_JwwGbVGqP531kTD1HxLJhT71PhREjfQyQvoCAdtbuN4_dYAlK2X-Bnp4vrjb_TVaAWc9wIMsAvJrIdBl4KuE62dnVfe1vrzC/s1600-h/tshirt+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354031652488794386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-neXiiYTzkJ-gkQgkokof6tVMg5DbFJEDGFHCkDgwB1_JwwGbVGqP531kTD1HxLJhT71PhREjfQyQvoCAdtbuN4_dYAlK2X-Bnp4vrjb_TVaAWc9wIMsAvJrIdBl4KuE62dnVfe1vrzC/s400/tshirt+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> This one is just to remind him, just in case he forgets, I didn't get to this point alone!! </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354031665387349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtC6ReZVGMAeg1lIxYKDbptCOlaG4X3IIkZFfzLBSxAN4oJl-3sumdCmqoho1T3mZ-ZTpysT0vF9ao93vnPxC0EdFEVU08JPJjC23E1XGoZcVnJEMpCNa9oBn0lIgdzDhjPEKRXv3MKgs/s400/tshirt+3.jpg" border="0" /> And this is a little joke between us. The photo is different because it was a special request order and she was sending me some design options to choose from.<em> </em>I ordered him the one in the middle. All of these shirts came from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5430661"><span style="color:#cc6600;">Jellybean Apparel</span></a> on Etsy. I highly recommend her work. She's very flexible to work with and does a really nice job. She also made me a tank top and him another tshirt a while back that both say, "What Happens in Vegas Does not ALWAYS Stay in Vegas". I'll have to get a pic of us in those. They're very cute if you understand them at all!</div><div><br />And I also bought him a new wallet, which he's been wanting/needing for a while. He seemed happy with his gifts and gets good use out of his tshirts. He's not one to become exxtremely excited over too much but I think he was content. Hope so!</div><div> </div><div><div>Now we have a few more surprises in store for Daddy. Father's Day is behind us, but he's been working very hard on the attic and he deserves something extra special. Sooo....I made some super cute onesies in his honor. </div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ_uUBx2_ssPJ5P2s10TdUdV3PlYCVei4LZKLs7pgYPywbDqSXuGBV2zjTB07yTQVUWGVwm-yCZ6nZn9G1dc7BoZGlSj3p0pkEcO0RygXcxjsr7vinl7uuo5-P-HN2gnkBW-UZ0dRZxY_/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354036376012960114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ_uUBx2_ssPJ5P2s10TdUdV3PlYCVei4LZKLs7pgYPywbDqSXuGBV2zjTB07yTQVUWGVwm-yCZ6nZn9G1dc7BoZGlSj3p0pkEcO0RygXcxjsr7vinl7uuo5-P-HN2gnkBW-UZ0dRZxY_/s400/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRDbU9Mqj78SgdlWN_EuiSgUQkyU5R7qUL_-0Vd2xJwhNOQXo1l4ZQUmyjT1jNaLTsCisyBc9BZ2EMpdDfYEVpYz-Ls-SirMRbCY7d0LPY1_VVX8olnGd1jr6BThbBXt56Pe-IAUcxGVi/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354036370187261058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRDbU9Mqj78SgdlWN_EuiSgUQkyU5R7qUL_-0Vd2xJwhNOQXo1l4ZQUmyjT1jNaLTsCisyBc9BZ2EMpdDfYEVpYz-Ls-SirMRbCY7d0LPY1_VVX8olnGd1jr6BThbBXt56Pe-IAUcxGVi/s400/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXdwhRm33ripfrrkPmZ99kCWlBJRZNS5z6sczVVOFbnHW6EVMgtVbZUJ4w3I1Fa9uWN5-JAuzIvrwsUS1CV66sgTA9Sa6ihd9-EySroQaGnD4xqPKj9mjU6HwfugDTwnAyHkfMk4Z4IBi/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354036362064969218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXdwhRm33ripfrrkPmZ99kCWlBJRZNS5z6sczVVOFbnHW6EVMgtVbZUJ4w3I1Fa9uWN5-JAuzIvrwsUS1CV66sgTA9Sa6ihd9-EySroQaGnD4xqPKj9mjU6HwfugDTwnAyHkfMk4Z4IBi/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /></a>You may need to click to enlarge. The photos are awful due to the low/bad lighting our house provides. This is a problem 24/7, but even more so at 9 pm! You get the idea though!</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354036356540612882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktuuzTi0bJQESu1SviR7gRzc0kJIBjt9gV26vNu5VAGAkNJnXkP65bFfjTtaABmsWpgA4w-5E6zlqQUx9KHV5OehjXi6yfuFL-6rWOspUdCnRIVbirphimxXYjq9hdWNq32KzATTKB249/s400/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" />I made this one, as well. It's not so much for Daddy, but when we don't refer to her as Baby Girl we call her our Peanut. I saw this design and the one above about Daddy being TAKEN on etsy. Unfortunately, I didn't love the colors they chose, nor was I willing to pay those prices for something I could make myself. These won't get enough use to make it worth the $ the seller wanted, but they cost nearly nothing for me to make since I had brand new onesies and iron-on transfers already. The other two transfers are from the same clearance bin at Joanns that I bought the 'Baby On Board' decal at. I have one more of those I want to get to. I just need to find another shirt. I also have three more onesie decals I need to use, but will have to get some more onesies and one more idea for a maternity shirt that I also saw on etsy. I can't get enough of that darn website! I promise though, when I'm done with those few that really will be the end of decal-mania around here!<br /><br /><br />In addition to the onesies, we have another, more serious announcement for Daddy. We've been back and forth about names for months trying to make up our minds. Lately there hasn't been much discussion about it because 1) he is too busy with the attic and 2) he has given his input and is just waiting for me to make a decision based on the choices we've agreed upon. I've put a <strong><em>ton</em></strong> of thought into this. Every.Single.Day I think about it and I've finally made my mind up. This means we are finally ready to share the decision with Daddy. I've planned a sweet little surprise for him that I may or may not share with you later. </div><div> </div><div>I can't decide whether we let the rest of the world in on this or not.........hmmm!</div></div><div><br /> </div></div><div><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-30661583600384389362009-07-01T03:00:00.000-07:002009-07-01T15:53:23.124-07:00My New Favorite Cleaning Products...Love Them!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96RP9nrgGOBlkkxjHUG4l2wzMVkCoIaw3-9cf4EZk0ERrafwijd2sWJeR9X6F0FK_Rvzu_pD7-p7DVKMhafDV54vTCGUeoj5CmU9uFYO1h77QpjmyvLnd6HHqjoZOCggJsyhhdpBNb2VD/s1600-h/method+bath+cleaner.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353626521813886354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96RP9nrgGOBlkkxjHUG4l2wzMVkCoIaw3-9cf4EZk0ERrafwijd2sWJeR9X6F0FK_Rvzu_pD7-p7DVKMhafDV54vTCGUeoj5CmU9uFYO1h77QpjmyvLnd6HHqjoZOCggJsyhhdpBNb2VD/s400/method+bath+cleaner.gif" border="0" /></a> I've always been one who appreciates the look and smell of something really clean. I'm not saying there is anything really clean at my house right now, but I still appreciate those attributes, nonetheless. In the past the more abrasive a cleaner, the happier I was - those cleaners were going to get me cleanest clean there is.<br /><div><br /><br />Right? </div><br /><br /><br /><div>WRONG.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Being pregnant and planning to bring a baby into this home soon, have made me consider what I'm breathing in and what I'm touching a lot more. I don't care to have a toxic home for the little one or any of us. So I've been considering all-natural cleaning products based on different factors. I finally gave up on researching them, as it wasn't doing me any good because everyone had opposing opinions. So I decided to start trying them out myself. </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1baQH9IV4jujlx2CDfKn4YMp2Mu6b-WLMZqpBzkY8wa4Dnxk7lBsicnrDAM-lusG4LlNqz2lOh_eO_WdTyFFFk9Jx46OzP_mK_lY91BuiBZu3meEaUXQFTTx4TWms-ipv3GYttM-KhiLg/s1600-h/method+all+purp.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353626525505463506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1baQH9IV4jujlx2CDfKn4YMp2Mu6b-WLMZqpBzkY8wa4Dnxk7lBsicnrDAM-lusG4LlNqz2lOh_eO_WdTyFFFk9Jx46OzP_mK_lY91BuiBZu3meEaUXQFTTx4TWms-ipv3GYttM-KhiLg/s400/method+all+purp.gif" border="0" /></a>I think I'm in love!! {Settle down honey, I'm talking about a cleaning product here.} </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353627147731305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LKJiIJIxKfA4tFly-FStrMeX2rixpvc4IopobSn2GGPU1jWpGJx4qQMDvl1Bt4L9fJCfoRb_mDKvAyMpPWZIDxQ2R8AT3CeK7GaS_kFHoNNSNGvS6V4hh0Cw4CVBncZ6FVAUNcJn-uCn/s400/method+dw+cleaner.gif" border="0" /><br /><br />I'm already using the Le Scrub Bath Cleaner and it works wonders. I love it! I also have the Lilac All-Surface Cleaner which seems to work well. I may try a different scent down the road though. My next purchase is going to be the Smarty Dish Dishwasher Detergent. Now I'm very loyal to Finish (previously known as Electrasol) Dishwasher Detergent, but I'm pretty impressed with Method so it's definitely worth a try. If any of you use this already, I'd love to hear what you think.Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-67832267879843818772009-06-30T16:19:00.000-07:002009-06-30T16:41:23.406-07:00More Random Tidbits...There is a fun giveaway at <a href="http://cherryblossomsdesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/stoneyfield-yobaby-yogurt-review.html"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Cherry Blossoms</em></span></a> and it is for<em> </em><a href="http://www.stonyfield.com/ourproducts/YoBaby.cfm"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>YoBaby</em></span></a>. This is my favorite yogurt! Yes it is for babies, but so yummy for any age. Although they are all delicious, I highly recommend vanilla and banana. Soo good! <div><br /><div></div><div>In other ramblings, I believe I've fallen in love with this sling/wrap. It is from <a href="http://www.mobywrap.com/p-114-born-free-wrap.aspx#"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Moby Wrap</em></span></a>.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268317356821890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWZNa5E9rWYveCRv8El1Mv-ZSPR-2WaSPayxjb3DIvGs7yAb2anr5JlMPxhwDt7mue2HxaCEfLcS5DFOU1zjl7reH3kwa4sys1fAf02EVW-Yt7du1BdTdqL_h0b-6Afo3BB8GN-iosWnp/s400/moby+wrap.jpg" border="0" /> I do not have a sling/wrap, nor did I register for one. This is because all of the ones in the stores are stiff and uncomfortable. I have yet to find a sling that feels or looks right. Now granted I haven't exactly felt this sling on, but it just looks comfy and is very much <em>ME.</em> Great colors, too. The sand and sky blue are gorgeous. I love that they sell them for little girls and their dolls.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268860590567554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBRrNL3j520F0PexMi0RslYMPvnjrsvnL853EAFNihid5w1qq0RaTp4-ikA-8z9c9AJdzS1ScJ05h9k2GsWKNCf-WnghsUbINmeDg_JyYhtIAIB0gT8rpvjZSe6khnX4_aknOb2M-bOiQ/s400/mwrap2.jpg" border="0" />How sweet!<br /></div><div><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968575457433059633.post-10788177280328010172009-06-29T17:23:00.000-07:002009-06-29T17:53:02.548-07:00PROGRESS!<div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11jtmPYR4e1HFwzbOfnUy8vJ_5zvmmkx1jkCR_v5gSZpsgmaQdBoWxA_jn4_0WSIDUF0GIXv68fYTj2ia0251BSoegQR2xKNjskY7igiyLpL-ZEIWfK0rvnZBuBPvuyH78a7CN1i1y8ZD/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912195297080898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11jtmPYR4e1HFwzbOfnUy8vJ_5zvmmkx1jkCR_v5gSZpsgmaQdBoWxA_jn4_0WSIDUF0GIXv68fYTj2ia0251BSoegQR2xKNjskY7igiyLpL-ZEIWfK0rvnZBuBPvuyH78a7CN1i1y8ZD/s400/DSC01353.JPG" border="0" /></a>Apparently I made comment to my husband regarding the progress being made in attic, that he did not appreciate. I don't recall it, but I'm pretty forgetful these days. </div><br /><div>(The view facing the front of our attic/the street. I hope to have my desk in the middle of this area to face directly out that window.)<br /></div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61v3DEejyYxomwFzO9QK-xSrW0MRwvrei_jgrxmI8d7s-ScjD3nIVy3v-cCLxVnjeSkJ2UUCZdcDOvrwGeAVHmTjaPZFWN_4vXU2NcQ5woSxvBSJ5Vwztlza8rO1nj8pCeUTnhN-YST5k/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912204568495650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61v3DEejyYxomwFzO9QK-xSrW0MRwvrei_jgrxmI8d7s-ScjD3nIVy3v-cCLxVnjeSkJ2UUCZdcDOvrwGeAVHmTjaPZFWN_4vXU2NcQ5woSxvBSJ5Vwztlza8rO1nj8pCeUTnhN-YST5k/s400/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /></a>Anyway, I want to be clear. He and my brother have been working their tails off up there in the blazing heat and there is progress being made. I can't imagine how much it has sucked having to go up there and work constantly and I really do appreciate all of their hard work. (The right storage closet.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqBdEaSIyNnbsr64W31XcvcHs_Np8JB5SRYR5LBaq9Bwt5ulHyudaehMt7h37FtYxmexg2yYBeMaPFnIUdP-J-ELAjMQn-4n0pWil-OV07_o1MGiGgdWb3Oh_gQ4RZEOB9-CxKBD1ogxd/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912214826641650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqBdEaSIyNnbsr64W31XcvcHs_Np8JB5SRYR5LBaq9Bwt5ulHyudaehMt7h37FtYxmexg2yYBeMaPFnIUdP-J-ELAjMQn-4n0pWil-OV07_o1MGiGgdWb3Oh_gQ4RZEOB9-CxKBD1ogxd/s400/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /></a> So here are some pics of the PROGRESS. (Craft space)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iUA33HiJ3811bpA0snYkgnewT2U5wTNDl3GVbcNWNkR3fl7bp7X7YN4fTociDBGEV1y1lhL1LEQLwvLyNBWY_IdUnBi-7QWS74JUrFNgk0PYwL12n475FSGSIXS0EN0wVaWYZUAdKSa8/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912209226759346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iUA33HiJ3811bpA0snYkgnewT2U5wTNDl3GVbcNWNkR3fl7bp7X7YN4fTociDBGEV1y1lhL1LEQLwvLyNBWY_IdUnBi-7QWS74JUrFNgk0PYwL12n475FSGSIXS0EN0wVaWYZUAdKSa8/s400/DSC01355.JPG" border="0" /></a>(The landing of the stairs.)<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nToyCKA3L9LbmXYN4OUKrVICA0lMZwQipvV7ABsNOgKVMKmyLKigRCEmu86YHNfU4KDzgvxTU9MVHeBfD5g9EgZDs2h2sq9-BjCl0wcjTljvER20lIeZohrutJbRhyphenhypheny7OlMzpjSkCLj6/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352912204510002114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nToyCKA3L9LbmXYN4OUKrVICA0lMZwQipvV7ABsNOgKVMKmyLKigRCEmu86YHNfU4KDzgvxTU9MVHeBfD5g9EgZDs2h2sq9-BjCl0wcjTljvER20lIeZohrutJbRhyphenhypheny7OlMzpjSkCLj6/s400/DSC01352.JPG" border="0" /></a>(The left storage space.)<br /></div><br /><div><br />I am so anxious for the day the dry wall is prepped and ready for the painter. But for now I'll continue to appreciate the PROGRESS being made!<br /></div><br /><div><br />This is a shout out to Alexandra Hancock from <a href="http://mommysgotgreen.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#996633;">Mommy's Got Green</span></a>. You left a comment on an old post about the mason jar mugs. I just noticed and would love for you to have them. I've sent you a couple of emails, but I'm not sure you're getting them because I have a weird address. If you are still interested let me know in the comments of this post or email at my address on the sidebar. I'd love to know that another blogger ends up with them and gives them a good home!</div><div> </div></div></div><br />Finally, my good friend Siobhan brought this adorable dress today for BGM. She had little Gianna in September and Gianna was never able to wear this one. I'm so glad she thought of us. I just love it! Hopefully it will work out during the holidays. It looks so tiny to me, but then again everything does! Thanks Siobhan.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352915782945405874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuA6ELSLqcvkjc_YkXYLsX9GfPZdP2Nc4GePaDDpTOCIohC13HZaZ50ookfyELoNXp6ZcssDr5T2rp3sUu84wjqxH-buFVsCNIfjxG2UsqoOOg_wvssGfc7D7dzhj2GV32lLC-yH4JdbhB/s400/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/211/6610A2F33ECE4404D73AE50BA46331B0.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sondrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11732383088026977873noreply@blogger.com0