tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24331127352583828212024-03-05T21:35:05.142-08:00Johnson-and-Johnsonsjohnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-10969733354520750052013-09-19T23:42:00.004-07:002013-09-19T23:42:36.036-07:00A beautiful mind...or is it?<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am confident. I am smart. These truths can be intimidating. It has been at the root of broken friendships and relationships. However, people are often shocked when they learn that I am incredibly insecure. I am lonely. I am depressed. I have thought on more than one occasion that it would be better for everyone around me if I didn’t exist. I feel like I bring pain to those around me on a regular basis. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have struggled with insecurities and self hatred for as long as I can remember. From appearance to not meeting other people’s expectations, I have beat myself up brutally. I care so deeply about how other people feel about me that I begin to let their words define me. I soak it in like a sponge. When something happens that confirms that “truth” I pack it away to remind me that I am indeed a failure. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’m not sure what image you have when you think of someone who is depressed. Maybe someone who sleeps a lot? Maybe someone who is really quiet? I work, I run errands, I play with my kids, I tend to my husband, but in the quiet moments, I fall apart. I start to wring out the sponge of “truths” and mentally beat myself up for being such an amazing loser. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I have gone to church my entire life. I think people expect church-goers to be perfect. Obviously, if you believe in Jesus, you have everything figured out, right??? I believe in Jesus because I believe in his Forgiveness and Grace. I believe we make mistakes and I’m thankful for his Mercy....and if He hasn’t given up on me yet, I’m pretty sure He’s in for the long haul. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I often “preach” that people should tell their story because you never know what your story can mean to others. I haven’t really openly shared my story and as I write it I’m still thinking “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” but since it is suicide prevention month, I figured I should put my story out there. Depression is very real. It feels very tangible to me and I am completely in its web. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I know that there are people that don’t understand depression. Once you let the “d” word out of the bag it is almost like they start packing bags. Their minds cannot wrap around the idea that someone ponder death. I am certainly not condoning the behavior. I HATE that I think about it. I don’t want to think about it. I want to be active and happy in everything I do and trust me, I work REALLY hard at doing it. I want to be a positive role model for my girls. I don’t want them to ever feel like they aren’t good enough, so I wake up every day and TRY. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you have a loved one that is depressed, don’t expect them to be over it quickly. Don’t expect medication to do a magic trick with their thoughts. It’s a long, painful process. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I think it is important that we encourage one another. It’s amazing the power words have, both positively and negatively. So, my plea to anyone who is reading this, don’t wait another minute, let someone know that you appreciate them, that you love them. You just never know what demon they might be up against. Your words of love could be what gets them through another day. </span><br />
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johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-25908255871395364162012-08-22T09:21:00.000-07:002012-08-22T09:33:33.223-07:00Summer in ReviewI am home alone. (funny that as I wrote that I felt like I should put my hands on my face and scream AAAAAHHHHHH)<br />
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Anywho....Since I am now uterus free, I'm using the quiet time in the house to be lazy. I'm not sure I will ever have this kind of excuse again, so I might as well use it right? The problem is, in this peaceful, quiet, home I'm finding that I sure miss my little nuggets that make this house so incredibly loud! I was looking back at pictures in my phone and found that we have had an incredible summer. I definitely got a little blog lazy and posted most of my pictures via Facebook...but we have been busy bees! Rode rides at San Diego Fair, decorated the house for 4th of July with flags, shopped, attended birthday parties, met Hello Kitty, performed headstands in our empty "old" home, got face paintings done for the first time, visited orange county fair, got new big girl beds, lots and lots of dinners and bbq's with friends, celebrated Brian's birthday with gourmet food trucks, horse racing and stone brewery, went swimming in pools and ocean, concerts in the park, first haircuts and numerous hours spent in our backyard playing playing playing! <br />
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There have been several moments this summer that I look at my beautiful girls and think, wow! they are changing. Their height, their faces, their attitudes (sometimes for the worst, sometimes for the best). The girls have found such a solid friendship with each other. It's so neat to hear them call for the other to join them in whatever activity they are playing. <br />
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In the past couple of weeks while I've been healing, I have found that my little family has so much love for each other. My poor girls witnessed me get sick a couple of times, but what I love about it is how they watched Brian come to my aide. They became very observant of anything he did for me. Their favorite thing was when they watched him help me down/up a couple of stairs. Emily started to feel like it should be her responsibility to help me up the stairs. Anytime there was any type of step up, she would come offer her hand to help me. Kinley would ask all kinds of questions. "why daddy close your door, is it because of yous boo-boos?" "you need help up stairs mama? I hold yous hand okay mama?" "yous sick mama? because of yous boo-boos mama?" There's been an awful lot to this healing that I didn't realize would be so difficult, but I think the absolute worst is not being able to hold them or snuggle them. I can't be the mom I want to be with them right now, but I have been so blessed and overwhelmed by their love and their concern for me. <br />
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This summer has kind of had it all. From lots of fun to deeply rooted family love. I am blessed beyond measure. johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-2860417553543578412012-06-25T21:24:00.001-07:002012-06-25T21:25:06.824-07:00The New AdventureI am a sentimental fool. <br />
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Brian and I moved into our home four years ago as a family of three. Emily was almost five months old when we first moved in. She wasn't crawling yet...just sitting, giggling and babbling. Obviously, she grew up. She learned to crawl, to pull herself up, to walk, to eat solids, to dance, to swim. Her first friends visited her in this home. She sang "Jesus loves me" to my belly when I was pregnant with Kinley. She became a big sister and then she helped Kinley learn to crawl, to pull herself up, to walk, to eat solids, to dance and to swim. </div>
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So, here we are less than one week remaining in this home and I am recalling every sweet and precious memory that we have shared together in this home. I know that our new adventure will be just as full of incredible stories, but in this moment, I'm thinking of the first time Emily fed Kinley a bottle. In this moment, I'm thinking of the times that Kinley looked out the window and called out to the neighborhood boy and said hi. In this moment I'm thinking of our bedtime prayers and songs sung together. </div>
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I have always enjoyed change. I love learning new areas. I look forward to family trips to the beach on the weekends. I envision our children playing in the backyard (since we don't have anything but a street to play on right now). I picture going through lots of band-aids and giving lots of snuggles from boo-boos. I imagine cook-outs. I see the girls having dance parties. I see fun.</div>
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Although our family has grown together here, I know that this is not where it stops. Even though I am a little nervous to leave the safety of my current comfort zone, I am ready for the new adventure. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-3377190480493095892012-05-06T22:03:00.000-07:002012-05-06T22:03:07.809-07:00Journaling---blog style.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was about six or seven (i think) I was swimming in the ocean in Florida. A wave crashed over me and I got lost in the middle of it. All I could hear was the sound of the waves rushing over me. I couldn't catch a breath, I couldn't even scream. I flailed my arms and legs trying to find the ground and panic ensued. I was more than scared. I was petrified. I thought I was going to die. Thankfully, a man came to my rescue and pulled me out. He calmly pulled me out of the water asked me if I was okay and walked away. To this day I can vividly recall the fear that took over my body. As I sit here typing it out my heart is beating faster and my body temperature has gone up a few notches. I feel a lump in my throat and my eyes want to well up with tears. <br />
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When I graduated high school, my family and I went to Hawaii. I remember lying on the beach looking out at the ocean and thinking it can't be that scary. I was sure I could go back into the water. So, I did. I swam out as far as I could. I was captivated by the beauty of the clear waters. I could see everything underneath me, but somehow my foot lightly touched some coral and it sent me into a panic attack. My dad who was swimming near me came close. Honestly, I don't really remember what happened in those few moments except for sheer anxiety. I grabbed tightly to his shoulders and screamed in fear. I remember a lady asking my dad if everything was okay and he just calmly said, "she's gonna be fine, I have her." <br />
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I have had dreams recently about the ocean. I have heard that water in dreams represent change. I don't know if it is true, but what I do know is that I believe my family is about to embark on change. I am not exactly sure of the journey, but I know that we are gonna be stretched over the next few months. Any of you who know me well know that my brain doesn't turn off too easily. I'm always thinking and I almost always have some sort of song playing in my head. I have no idea why my thoughts often play in songs, but they do. Over the weekend there have been four sentences from four different songs that keep playing in my head at different times. <br />
"I will remain when everything changes"<br />
"Your love is deeper than my view of grace, higher than this worldly place, longer than this road I traveled, wider than the gap you filled."<br />
"Many waters cannot quench your love, rivers cannot overwhelm it. Oceans of fear cannot conceal your love for me"<br />
"My faith is like shifting sand, turned by every wave, my faith is like shifting sand so I'll stand on grace."<br />
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I find it interesting that the songs flooding my mind are centered around change, grace and water. Although I still have a pretty healthy fear of getting into the ocean, I find myself at peace when I stare off into the ocean. There's something soothing to my soul about watching the waves crash onto the shore and making the sand look "new" with every receding wave from the shore. The past two days I have had the opportunity to sit at the beach. To watch the ocean. To remember the fear. To remember the feeling of my dad telling me he had me. <br />
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I'm scared. I hate the unknown. <br />
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When I saw the picture of Kinley (at top) that I took on Saturday, I couldn't help but associate it with how I'm feeling. She was so cute about the ocean. She ran right out to it, but once she realized it came up to her she ran back toward me. She then slowly moved forward and put one foot in, then the second. She turned around and looked at me (wishing now that I was camera ready) because she had the biggest "I DID IT" look on her face. Smiling ear to ear she ran to me and said, "ocean mommy, ocean!" <br />
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I'm hopeful that at the end of this journey, I too will look back with a smile on my face and realize that I DID IT too! <br />
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<br />johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-2908815087796515962012-03-21T19:45:00.002-07:002012-03-21T19:53:17.709-07:00Whooping and Hollering, the potty editionKinley continues to amaze me as she grows up. So many things are changing. Her vocabulary and sentence structure is really fun. Her attention to detail like knowing what things belong to certain people, where something was when she last saw it etc...amazes me. The latest and greatest is potty training. <div><br /></div><div>We've talked about the potty a lot. We've had the "little girl potty" in the kids' bathroom for months. One day when I picked her up from daycare she told me she wanted to go potty....and...she did! Since then she has pretty much gone potty except for naps and nighttime and I couldn't be more thrilled. She's doing so great! My baby is growing up. Although I don't want her to grow up too quickly, I look forward to the idea of no diapers or pull ups! Whoo hoo!</div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-56878652794743811252012-01-30T21:07:00.000-08:002012-01-30T21:40:44.940-08:00KInley's 2nd birthday---extravaganza<div style="text-align: center;">My sweet, funny, curious, baby turned two on Friday. Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE birthdays. I may have terrified Kinley a bit when she woke up on Friday with my birthday cheers, but by the end of the weekend, she loved telling anyone who would listen that it was her birthday. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday night we started out with family at Chuck E. Cheese. Grandma and Papa, Uncle Cory and Auntie Holly, Auntie Kristi and cousins Haley and Lexi joined us in the fun. Before I knew it we had spent almost THREE hours there! We had so much fun. So many giggles, smiles, and just altogether good fun. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOETadeECwdyr0UsirPLUDWHNXJIZouYkBwU48gk21C-ozjXQzM9A_GMnKbsVxzAfZ8jIlcK66tSgBpzV4z5S7gYG4U1dRMr4yFA0RXaUNl1uL3Qpn7_Z1ib8FYwmLtWKrwxm41yx1IHy/s1600/kb4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOETadeECwdyr0UsirPLUDWHNXJIZouYkBwU48gk21C-ozjXQzM9A_GMnKbsVxzAfZ8jIlcK66tSgBpzV4z5S7gYG4U1dRMr4yFA0RXaUNl1uL3Qpn7_Z1ib8FYwmLtWKrwxm41yx1IHy/s320/kb4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703660515085527266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurMbft7NfVtg4s3I-msaMgy87F8HhLKKEBjG7hnr-dNSBBkGKhL24Lh5rh4HB2bRghi2vmjluAwy322irljI6rwJ_X829mVs_DLOA8ZwryD7czTdf3JVQ08-HjTj6fEFdnJZPB4KhLlbL/s1600/kinley+bday+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurMbft7NfVtg4s3I-msaMgy87F8HhLKKEBjG7hnr-dNSBBkGKhL24Lh5rh4HB2bRghi2vmjluAwy322irljI6rwJ_X829mVs_DLOA8ZwryD7czTdf3JVQ08-HjTj6fEFdnJZPB4KhLlbL/s320/kinley+bday+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659572485136018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg399R5JWlyOf37Z_XLe13ru-lPBFbHsWddZ1bDh-2RR4q7VRY9o52a-zK2cKlfFQ2WxrpWjrwBDx7C-0mqWj2rtU1CTC5A5D4Ef8ZbJrSx3-tTCvpL3ZaEu6KIxfLeYOlJ8bDzLLz1Nphj/s1600/kb2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg399R5JWlyOf37Z_XLe13ru-lPBFbHsWddZ1bDh-2RR4q7VRY9o52a-zK2cKlfFQ2WxrpWjrwBDx7C-0mqWj2rtU1CTC5A5D4Ef8ZbJrSx3-tTCvpL3ZaEu6KIxfLeYOlJ8bDzLLz1Nphj/s320/kb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659569943708066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Although it looks like she is giving her baby CPR, she was just giving lots of kisses to her new baby over and over. She loves the handmade blanket my mom made her babies too. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIvZRGhuSyAqCbXHG7B6qVGretq_5jWeMzEl0S5ssD7lHZgs9AP1HNACACBJg5c1-TJ_wO1hHOmCFOeopj1vpcTlWjb41C0m3HGZEaYiKUe9BpYbgkXHttC56Uut926eBozmo5WqaJWQ2/s1600/kb3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIvZRGhuSyAqCbXHG7B6qVGretq_5jWeMzEl0S5ssD7lHZgs9AP1HNACACBJg5c1-TJ_wO1hHOmCFOeopj1vpcTlWjb41C0m3HGZEaYiKUe9BpYbgkXHttC56Uut926eBozmo5WqaJWQ2/s320/kb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659307549122546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifH19HHgkWgLWSMuV3ML8fe5WUDioeha28kQKWILze5zBlwKY3q9vH2fIFvqpDliJzPuCgrAxiudHs8SfO9nJh5pqW8n_TCmtBx3wHiHN-RGOjxeHoAzipicVCaKqdi6SoqBLrLUqaVeus/s320/kb11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703658777812384530" /><div style="text-align: center;">On Saturday morning we met up at the park with our friends Mark, Jaime, Elliot, Addilyn, Laura, Tommy and Sara. The kids played and we all baked in the sun! Kinley rode her first tire swing and seemed to really enjoy it. She spent a lot of time in the sand too. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwAEqkVO6-F_Tiptws56NTz84gXtQDEyFWMI-Owmn-BZ5Uf_E8QhSXrHFQV5ezDdJnD3fMhb0pHcMs-BCNee7mW4N1tcn9T89_uLnHOd1fwbC05ILXwZGWtMYZVBRJpXPVte_ZUNqDxwa/s320/kb12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703658770264788226" /><div style="text-align: center;">After naps we headed to dinner and Dairy queen for a little birthday treat.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylLEHIbMOVYomt7Sz60Fq3Iziny63nR4yFt1Wgqk9A4oT_NNVraoFoRXz_lCCq8yp4fs2lf3yx-pAPKSTAqMYJ3j0etlf4VOojGql-InEY6a8t0dIVTAQhvmdMZpedKh-bt3dVIKD-Ira/s1600/kb6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lYpXvIwTe3mAAOLxcmDmBETA2KLjHbqcZEakxXS-GhCppY_9br4M1oSEZcfQvtmPMtmp4LqFh81ogy-9pw-LCbYgg38Oqqs5OGSPKWCr9v0ImKX0Q1fHenYqyOW9reEdhZRucL7ixJGq/s320/kb13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703658762549798514" /><div style="text-align: center;">Sunday we headed to church and then straight to Disneyland for some fun with Joe, Alisha, Oliver and Henry. Henry and Kinley are just two days apart in their birth and it was such a fun day celebrating both of their lives. Alisha and I have such a kindred connection for sharing pregnancy, child rearing etc...together with each child. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylLEHIbMOVYomt7Sz60Fq3Iziny63nR4yFt1Wgqk9A4oT_NNVraoFoRXz_lCCq8yp4fs2lf3yx-pAPKSTAqMYJ3j0etlf4VOojGql-InEY6a8t0dIVTAQhvmdMZpedKh-bt3dVIKD-Ira/s1600/kb6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylLEHIbMOVYomt7Sz60Fq3Iziny63nR4yFt1Wgqk9A4oT_NNVraoFoRXz_lCCq8yp4fs2lf3yx-pAPKSTAqMYJ3j0etlf4VOojGql-InEY6a8t0dIVTAQhvmdMZpedKh-bt3dVIKD-Ira/s1600/kb6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylLEHIbMOVYomt7Sz60Fq3Iziny63nR4yFt1Wgqk9A4oT_NNVraoFoRXz_lCCq8yp4fs2lf3yx-pAPKSTAqMYJ3j0etlf4VOojGql-InEY6a8t0dIVTAQhvmdMZpedKh-bt3dVIKD-Ira/s320/kb6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659300675166674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_GgmGGsFlKO-UoocDX0YgzYKzKOTVmAcqFPgMXXlZ5VqKeYfjYqS8hCs-xcoLgIf4iChUE_IbEj3NBLlCzjLthHrcGKEg1s4FmRwetSPYUCyfRnNv1MsPq-E12uxPEz559bunl2yDw-0/s1600/kb7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_GgmGGsFlKO-UoocDX0YgzYKzKOTVmAcqFPgMXXlZ5VqKeYfjYqS8hCs-xcoLgIf4iChUE_IbEj3NBLlCzjLthHrcGKEg1s4FmRwetSPYUCyfRnNv1MsPq-E12uxPEz559bunl2yDw-0/s320/kb7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659299951678978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trying to pull out the sword...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLSKhJIxknjVKzOxhMfknKA-rLJjbDy3M3I34IXujkunpZAQPy539aFIq34dcKGfBzYtGS4Yv5PO8fcC8dGaCXOtYkY5kdxxwVC5t8bcTZLH7LlgpHY0OhnsRDHQ48ZjE0nwg5gCj2m1N/s1600/kb8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLSKhJIxknjVKzOxhMfknKA-rLJjbDy3M3I34IXujkunpZAQPy539aFIq34dcKGfBzYtGS4Yv5PO8fcC8dGaCXOtYkY5kdxxwVC5t8bcTZLH7LlgpHY0OhnsRDHQ48ZjE0nwg5gCj2m1N/s320/kb8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659289142616882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLlj16-FExOONMn9sCql2kFMArzyp50XFAyqahz3tt70HTercj9tzasPHhQMqWk6D3qDqu1amb68NOlt3CcufjEbDI6Lob5HgGz0obaKTzWQW2FeqOh8U60Q1nLJnsTMe0SFh5IW5k7bb/s1600/kb9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLlj16-FExOONMn9sCql2kFMArzyp50XFAyqahz3tt70HTercj9tzasPHhQMqWk6D3qDqu1amb68NOlt3CcufjEbDI6Lob5HgGz0obaKTzWQW2FeqOh8U60Q1nLJnsTMe0SFh5IW5k7bb/s1600/kb9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLlj16-FExOONMn9sCql2kFMArzyp50XFAyqahz3tt70HTercj9tzasPHhQMqWk6D3qDqu1amb68NOlt3CcufjEbDI6Lob5HgGz0obaKTzWQW2FeqOh8U60Q1nLJnsTMe0SFh5IW5k7bb/s320/kb9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659286848308626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Emily and Oliver have had such a special connection since birth. I don't know what it is about those two, but it's pretty fun to watch her with him when I know just how shy she is. Oliver cares so much about her too and it just warms my heart. (Yeah, I know that they are only four.....)</div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Lv-6pBfG0SCC6EDHLK3RK7nNQtmTMF2Z9dG3JK1kqLyKXOR1k_DIyUQXax1_wxkw_FOUxEq4yTXBpNRTXWyIW6LlDsyiMnAj6jkojwHVvDkFC1yklAvreXNREOyCQbwBpaKeQ3Ou5Njj/s320/kb14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703658757883875266" /><div style="text-align: center;">I just love this picture of Henry and Kinley. There is cake sitting in front of them, but they look like they are just getting carried away in conversation. It's precious. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreFiK_gZl-U0_dfv2S_rCPnC091oXK7nEI2V9RYJFIkCuj6bsU99y7u6VMvnak-1sPRF3fDxuNuni0DNNFYZrjBrWOv19V1mhl2KZAy6zOG3VYkaIUdXeBIMGoG8nCkGq3IYXJy8MOcv6/s1600/kb10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreFiK_gZl-U0_dfv2S_rCPnC091oXK7nEI2V9RYJFIkCuj6bsU99y7u6VMvnak-1sPRF3fDxuNuni0DNNFYZrjBrWOv19V1mhl2KZAy6zOG3VYkaIUdXeBIMGoG8nCkGq3IYXJy8MOcv6/s1600/kb10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreFiK_gZl-U0_dfv2S_rCPnC091oXK7nEI2V9RYJFIkCuj6bsU99y7u6VMvnak-1sPRF3fDxuNuni0DNNFYZrjBrWOv19V1mhl2KZAy6zOG3VYkaIUdXeBIMGoG8nCkGq3IYXJy8MOcv6/s320/kb10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703658787952060322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My little tired bug. I asked her if she wanted to ride a ride or if she wanted to lay down. She told me lay down and she was asleep in less than two minutes. Poor girl. We just had too much fun all weekend. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday baby girl. Mama loves you so much!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-30940884190458839912011-12-23T08:51:00.000-08:002011-12-23T09:27:09.297-08:00Thanksgiving Cruise<div><br /></div><div>It is two days away from Christmas....figured I should get something up about Thanksgiving! My parents generously took our family on a Disney cruise for Thanksgiving and it was truly magical. I have never experienced so much emotion watching my kids experience something so special. Now granted, my kids hide their happiness (I have no idea why, truly drives me bonkers), but I know the certain looks in their eyes when they are captivated. Emily can have the grumpiest look on her face, but if I see the look in her eye and the way she holds her mouth, I can tell when it's fake, so I spent a lot of time saying, "Don't you dare smile, don't you dare have any fun" and she would bust up laughing. It was a great family vacation, one that I really hope I get to do again. It was amazing. </div><div><br /></div><div>These pictures loaded out of order and I just don't have the time to fix it---so here it goes... </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zwK8EOiD0i8FAvV8Qit9wlfO6pphjMfHxG9FVQRdk4Nym2EBZbypsc10wafyVrh-0yoBpzNrTHpHdoyiBAk5sae_bNPPCKZ2ooIb3W_4HZfoGDoN_KNh82-NQ9ZU9D6A0OKsq19Oous9/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zwK8EOiD0i8FAvV8Qit9wlfO6pphjMfHxG9FVQRdk4Nym2EBZbypsc10wafyVrh-0yoBpzNrTHpHdoyiBAk5sae_bNPPCKZ2ooIb3W_4HZfoGDoN_KNh82-NQ9ZU9D6A0OKsq19Oous9/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371972244639922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My mom and dad joined me and Brian for a kid-free dinner. I have no idea if the food was as good as I think it was or if it was just that I didn't have to give my attention to the kids. The two hour dinners proved to be quite difficult for my little ones. Anyway, this dinner was scrumptious! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lut_JyXqbt6dri_fh-GYj7W4xLrl2HgkMh8EhndXiRxx3yP1zBSkVn0Stn0yOFVAPHJBIo-G_UDplt3pz0yZDdudR7vM0wb5xn7N9j1nIEnN6_d-Nf15SvzPKuAGP3beN5ESrDueqNFl/s1600/DSC_0355.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lut_JyXqbt6dri_fh-GYj7W4xLrl2HgkMh8EhndXiRxx3yP1zBSkVn0Stn0yOFVAPHJBIo-G_UDplt3pz0yZDdudR7vM0wb5xn7N9j1nIEnN6_d-Nf15SvzPKuAGP3beN5ESrDueqNFl/s320/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371963274905602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4s2lPQWLaQ6e5QYzktTuMgEDohd0tixCrIw8HlU4CdPjNTvtXQqimOhyT15L2FFLdvmXOEGAeqvL0uhBUocIcXT89lIOCvN4NrnaT3mlIPObUI6Y1ZHQN64CWkKBApEYq8vC9wS1ltR8/s1600/DSC_0350.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4s2lPQWLaQ6e5QYzktTuMgEDohd0tixCrIw8HlU4CdPjNTvtXQqimOhyT15L2FFLdvmXOEGAeqvL0uhBUocIcXT89lIOCvN4NrnaT3mlIPObUI6Y1ZHQN64CWkKBApEYq8vC9wS1ltR8/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371961564968130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving night. We came "home" and had a turkey on our bed. Tinkerbell held tightly to her Mickey with the turkey close by. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfe8BplrGjRJXnKhksmdLGnya2SzKsvk2uNKq55t1oD_nlrUo6VLxU6nTJ0uTRZX1IgmjG2bHzTzaiCkoQjWdiJEXRYmoYyTjMQaj7yg-7omrLIpltZALGRpTEAinparz558lFcMhXwnF/s1600/DSC_0282.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfe8BplrGjRJXnKhksmdLGnya2SzKsvk2uNKq55t1oD_nlrUo6VLxU6nTJ0uTRZX1IgmjG2bHzTzaiCkoQjWdiJEXRYmoYyTjMQaj7yg-7omrLIpltZALGRpTEAinparz558lFcMhXwnF/s320/DSC_0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371957584183378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just got to Cabo San Lucas and Kinley loved being on the top deck looking out at the "land"</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvRL6UlXpc5-6_ulumkDC5nXKLF_15BxbkYtJe1WrBJPwfLS1sl7Lft-vrXHDYHV29-bhlzFhB1Ck2Z18fTiGPeqvyt-gkXGOhKRrEQQjl6swJyHCjDpihFITeiReDnAPnzGHRhnneRJ7/s1600/DSC_0157.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvRL6UlXpc5-6_ulumkDC5nXKLF_15BxbkYtJe1WrBJPwfLS1sl7Lft-vrXHDYHV29-bhlzFhB1Ck2Z18fTiGPeqvyt-gkXGOhKRrEQQjl6swJyHCjDpihFITeiReDnAPnzGHRhnneRJ7/s320/DSC_0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371179392402754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh man, looking at this picture makes me tear up. My mom is such an in the moment kind of lady. This picture was taken right after a very "magical" dinner at Animators Palate. The restaurant is all black and white and by the end of the dinner everything is in color. They surprised the guests with Mickey coming out and it just hit my mom. Everything she had been planning for---to provide a family vacation full of surprise----well, surprised her. She was truly captivated and teared up. This picture is so precious to me. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmhBUyBOnGjIg2h05yufeVeOAuIY44uako52IXewojqhGl85cwKkA8IM6vDu0dKvgjBqaNClnnI_Ft59dgeXMvr5DuGmqsAe8rU_g4vBLv9oOgihzl-mdTwXcfJO2UJPF_V5SyvNhHP-y/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmhBUyBOnGjIg2h05yufeVeOAuIY44uako52IXewojqhGl85cwKkA8IM6vDu0dKvgjBqaNClnnI_Ft59dgeXMvr5DuGmqsAe8rU_g4vBLv9oOgihzl-mdTwXcfJO2UJPF_V5SyvNhHP-y/s320/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371176454745090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My little princesses....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2SVTm18nmGjvTfdZ-YM5ixkuuyvannACRuVWVkjEeD8ixyVHFkQMkw380jDsa47i_PUhcB_gclH4JjvEWi4gDJs_S3iCU1gZPTwxrwcgZjaCTM90TXx8AYvilWl39b4ll4FTvwONJRGl/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2SVTm18nmGjvTfdZ-YM5ixkuuyvannACRuVWVkjEeD8ixyVHFkQMkw380jDsa47i_PUhcB_gclH4JjvEWi4gDJs_S3iCU1gZPTwxrwcgZjaCTM90TXx8AYvilWl39b4ll4FTvwONJRGl/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371156266502498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Character Breakfast. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RdYAIrPGsg_xLRrshWyYQzF8ZjCrPMFHbRZF-eDwzptMas4BRvKvnorhMxTCIRpRzKEHYFi-RHs8DQhnLA1aTgrfD2aS-dsYf3gkmH-rbbO174eJeVAX_vUXZ617qWnvXv-W5nGY1YwY/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RdYAIrPGsg_xLRrshWyYQzF8ZjCrPMFHbRZF-eDwzptMas4BRvKvnorhMxTCIRpRzKEHYFi-RHs8DQhnLA1aTgrfD2aS-dsYf3gkmH-rbbO174eJeVAX_vUXZ617qWnvXv-W5nGY1YwY/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371148215247682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My Mickey/Minnie wearing girls. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxgjmy-JVBiKe9LaaW5szRdY9Jg7T76FqV0JtpmKgMgQUqfUeMG2ky8xAAHSMNdQc_MOL0Yl6-irGWwui_UFHsatS9whJGRsRQ5dD0DCcaAOJoNjqj9enxt2VMXRGpvTiVVU4esX-1p25/s1600/DSC_0209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxgjmy-JVBiKe9LaaW5szRdY9Jg7T76FqV0JtpmKgMgQUqfUeMG2ky8xAAHSMNdQc_MOL0Yl6-irGWwui_UFHsatS9whJGRsRQ5dD0DCcaAOJoNjqj9enxt2VMXRGpvTiVVU4esX-1p25/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371146256064466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hilarious face on Kinley....They put all of these napkin hats on the girls during the character breakfast. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wYjJ-f7z6U2ohT5vStsHy0k0KANg38cslv4mcWkoZUQVmxAmY8WB_eo2IPjXY50g1E4xyuWhJ1qL8-u2-EBzUIkbowZ36jaKj3UUBjWN6br7hgsT_FnSYDC0_hDi-gqPVX6GY_2g8Yqp/s1600/DSC_0162.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wYjJ-f7z6U2ohT5vStsHy0k0KANg38cslv4mcWkoZUQVmxAmY8WB_eo2IPjXY50g1E4xyuWhJ1qL8-u2-EBzUIkbowZ36jaKj3UUBjWN6br7hgsT_FnSYDC0_hDi-gqPVX6GY_2g8Yqp/s320/DSC_0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689369353423936690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">AARGH----Emily as a pirate</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k_G3fd3rJB2difiUUTh4yGEtB8IN_AAYwmWA9s1k_aTK5jG0qtc-Ls38stPMakbSTLyGR-MusI5FmLhU_GqXXwVxbP8YoHt4qiBkACgafoEygmNYdyAutZS9eZZp3l0BT9NYSKWo9eB9/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k_G3fd3rJB2difiUUTh4yGEtB8IN_AAYwmWA9s1k_aTK5jG0qtc-Ls38stPMakbSTLyGR-MusI5FmLhU_GqXXwVxbP8YoHt4qiBkACgafoEygmNYdyAutZS9eZZp3l0BT9NYSKWo9eB9/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689369344076562594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kinley modeling for Disney Wonder. Puerta Vallarta behind her</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaC7XVi3SKFKwlObClhjmTHcWIUZZ_IG-ca0TJe97iwvCl99CJwwhGApd1jTuoJCaf6o27cIQQRIYSbOG4vMO2j3_5vXUdJtlWyhwZBYPBkbfJRbYey3xIVYTDb8vwCmRRTzs1lunAZzqq/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaC7XVi3SKFKwlObClhjmTHcWIUZZ_IG-ca0TJe97iwvCl99CJwwhGApd1jTuoJCaf6o27cIQQRIYSbOG4vMO2j3_5vXUdJtlWyhwZBYPBkbfJRbYey3xIVYTDb8vwCmRRTzs1lunAZzqq/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689369334228235410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The kids had VERY LATE curfews each night. I'm pretty sure this was 11:30 pm and we had just received our room service. Emily was always hungry when getting out of kids club. Thankfully she just wanted crackers and cheese. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDaKW8RxDH9G366yNP2T9YyzVHKost9eccM3UAvnB1wN5z7jl-kiqBixeHfxvIAtJ8rPAYp2wHsWHg_Owv840kHbMkf8aa-hYQ0AyzmMgSV1D57_nb-WT-DpEMLIxw7b3Oz0XyDYfvWcm/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDaKW8RxDH9G366yNP2T9YyzVHKost9eccM3UAvnB1wN5z7jl-kiqBixeHfxvIAtJ8rPAYp2wHsWHg_Owv840kHbMkf8aa-hYQ0AyzmMgSV1D57_nb-WT-DpEMLIxw7b3Oz0XyDYfvWcm/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689369330901534930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jerry and Sally (my in-laws) took us on an incredible Christmas cruise when Emily was one year old. The boat in the background is the Carnival Spirit. We ran (not literally) into it a couple of times while cruising and Emily knew that was the ship she was on "as a baby" so I had to get a picture of her with it. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6qMpl72JxuSGjqbBjIxw-Xbhjj0Dvdwmq3HNn0ErWvCOvm5wMqRSYdZFr8PyFVANaeVTQOXV6vnp6Zhp9EtC6v91M9wV8boucVL3M-_KYET9BzNtx-8Vi63YoDAhJcJWLqyMSUDiST17/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6qMpl72JxuSGjqbBjIxw-Xbhjj0Dvdwmq3HNn0ErWvCOvm5wMqRSYdZFr8PyFVANaeVTQOXV6vnp6Zhp9EtC6v91M9wV8boucVL3M-_KYET9BzNtx-8Vi63YoDAhJcJWLqyMSUDiST17/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689369325927099074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">First day----Emily and Kinley couldn't get enough of the porthole. Every time we were in the room, this is pretty much what they looked like. They just loved looking out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THANK YOU MOM AND DAD!!!!</div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-73273675806961422342011-11-11T09:02:00.000-08:002011-11-11T09:21:46.628-08:00Emily is FOUR!<div>"They grow up so fast" is a phrase I have heard consistently since I was pregnant with Emily. Strangers would stop me and talk to me about how far along I was etc...and would almost always end with, "they grow up so fast." I mean, sure, I was aware of that, I went through the growing up process, right? So then why am I always shocked with each birthday just how fast it really is going? </div><div><br /></div><div>This is the first birthday that Emily totally got the birthday bug. Her preschool makes birthdays so special so I think as she watched her friends enjoy their birthdays, she looked forward to her own. Birthdays are a BIG deal around here too...We had a countdown to her special day. When she woke up and came out to meet me in the kitchen I said, "Hello birthday girl" and she responded with, "I KNEW IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!" She was so excited. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a sap, but I had no idea how special her birthday production at school was going to be for me. When I showed up, she would not let me go....she is not a touchy feely girl, so her snuggles were overwhelming (in a good way) to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>She had a great day. Lots of fun at school and a yummy dinner.....of which I totally forgot to take any pictures of! Oops! Guess we were just having too much fun to stop and capture the moments. So, Emily, just know you had a TON of mac n cheese and an ice cream cone! </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0AEzpWvETnxuE1r6srJS-6E2jQyrTSPyifkYdKEdegmJzx-nln5C3aMtfrParqdOD91ubljv8G9IWB5rCInB0oNNhKP0yvXT2_9TVrti70xarQ4IO66vLvxN2C7cHIHnvjGEyas1gE-e/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0AEzpWvETnxuE1r6srJS-6E2jQyrTSPyifkYdKEdegmJzx-nln5C3aMtfrParqdOD91ubljv8G9IWB5rCInB0oNNhKP0yvXT2_9TVrti70xarQ4IO66vLvxN2C7cHIHnvjGEyas1gE-e/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785801023210642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Not the best picture of us, but had to capture the lovebug...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcuPwfZ498x9OCuXmb6x1QrdHpTf9cQXDr4KPLjWh1qUZZVitL7e5GGOZgl48lVP7p6mIey6XiRIUO9fU93WruP-bO_gZBmEUzu4_RWYysK2JW26MnpCgvA5iTHYUbKQCEutqaGGoGQFJ/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcuPwfZ498x9OCuXmb6x1QrdHpTf9cQXDr4KPLjWh1qUZZVitL7e5GGOZgl48lVP7p6mIey6XiRIUO9fU93WruP-bO_gZBmEUzu4_RWYysK2JW26MnpCgvA5iTHYUbKQCEutqaGGoGQFJ/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785788423630578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Getting her very special birthday crown</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfl7JswsIylp373cXheBgJKLlCmU9RlftTmQEdTt3SpLUs36mF3gXLV29kfqrO2oC3pK5nQJSr5XIB7AX0KM-7z7Ilv2OHUNFCr7qZqSfzrsGvmTNPLQ3b1oRNgUU5tXFZBm9H3E0VQSL/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfl7JswsIylp373cXheBgJKLlCmU9RlftTmQEdTt3SpLUs36mF3gXLV29kfqrO2oC3pK5nQJSr5XIB7AX0KM-7z7Ilv2OHUNFCr7qZqSfzrsGvmTNPLQ3b1oRNgUU5tXFZBm9H3E0VQSL/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785784111237554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Birthday girl got to hold the American flag for the Pledge of Allegiance </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8dWANfTp-0baXv_jc0WtiiarZaR3YB1Gwr8fJBznVdg3KY3kMeT1emWrpIYqrw-zWKKERbStCoJSVR70F9-faFJZ1XIGBMrL5EWzNSQUYrcsAn_11bNzt2AW-07K2qH31Qt2OYnT2IIM/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8dWANfTp-0baXv_jc0WtiiarZaR3YB1Gwr8fJBznVdg3KY3kMeT1emWrpIYqrw-zWKKERbStCoJSVR70F9-faFJZ1XIGBMrL5EWzNSQUYrcsAn_11bNzt2AW-07K2qH31Qt2OYnT2IIM/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785391890355298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting with her class for song time</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7QdNvzABm-L4RjfvL5XYbsCnt4ajWVNebyugPsoVpcL3FZ4Wu6H7F02R1OszmXxjJnmQosDhFS0Bv5uuXENHdVkLUvjfLwHkAG3u0Lq0Z5lIBHnApH8jNm10zTIVEJ-NGnmsIdkLbIYd/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7QdNvzABm-L4RjfvL5XYbsCnt4ajWVNebyugPsoVpcL3FZ4Wu6H7F02R1OszmXxjJnmQosDhFS0Bv5uuXENHdVkLUvjfLwHkAG3u0Lq0Z5lIBHnApH8jNm10zTIVEJ-NGnmsIdkLbIYd/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785372883553490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They have this board out in the main walkway so anyone walking in got to see her name on the board. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrJTIEEaMMCU1oJ0pB0Nvri9jC3RAQ87bBJxs0tWMsPF-wFslcj2SS1LiESVtFlEfIkQR979GQy66kyLDbou8mosLKbI1jDq-5QBl80s_B7bDAzUr682q86XXkseU8m-YvRuPxNhDtYyK/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrJTIEEaMMCU1oJ0pB0Nvri9jC3RAQ87bBJxs0tWMsPF-wFslcj2SS1LiESVtFlEfIkQR979GQy66kyLDbou8mosLKbI1jDq-5QBl80s_B7bDAzUr682q86XXkseU8m-YvRuPxNhDtYyK/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785361587113026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Opening gifts! Thank you Auntie Tabatha, Uncle Tyler and cousin Zachary!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnf9JNn5m9VOs57cFjm_kFIrJ2jJgWLXF74Yk2fLV4GBnbZBhFNAAlvduQFpR1HcjJbzoTw4wa88Q5sMTqbRDh24hb5zzeeDYHyeoN6sCtfJsISj-Wdzv3cE6iBjh-I9pRWLen-Hyioz0/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnf9JNn5m9VOs57cFjm_kFIrJ2jJgWLXF74Yk2fLV4GBnbZBhFNAAlvduQFpR1HcjJbzoTw4wa88Q5sMTqbRDh24hb5zzeeDYHyeoN6sCtfJsISj-Wdzv3cE6iBjh-I9pRWLen-Hyioz0/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785354254605250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you Auntie Alyse and Uncle Robert....and our sweet peas in a pod! (Pay no attention to the picker)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqzSa7oAhfVsXG5er4w1HMjcMhnUT9sQrxZLThz8coEyLEJur9AfQzcu4GH2oFF6Tuyjc8i7h9sm3aEpl3myjrxeAyEZRv3MViwHe38oGJhduyG-_2pojBDWxQcXV0cum0o1WldBZ6Kdk/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqzSa7oAhfVsXG5er4w1HMjcMhnUT9sQrxZLThz8coEyLEJur9AfQzcu4GH2oFF6Tuyjc8i7h9sm3aEpl3myjrxeAyEZRv3MViwHe38oGJhduyG-_2pojBDWxQcXV0cum0o1WldBZ6Kdk/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673785346930622898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-66532679391509642722011-10-16T21:06:00.000-07:002011-10-16T21:17:53.684-07:00My little School Girl<div>Emily has been in school for one month. I cannot get over all of the change I have seen come over her in this past month. She's always been my cautious girl, but I'm starting to see her become a little more curious, more adventurous when we are out and about. She's always been bashful in meeting people---or in saying goodbye to people that she knows well, but each day, I'm seeing small changes in those areas too. It's funny because she's been in daycare since she was ten weeks old, but it's the school environment that has her breaking out of her shell. </div><div><br /></div><div>She comes home singing new songs every day. She has a cubby full of artwork and worksheets each day. I had a reality check when I realized she's at school now and I'm not going to get a full report of how she was during the day. Emily tells us funny little stories each day and it has become a puzzle for us to try and piece her stories together to figure out what she did during the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>She has been writing the letter "E" for several months now. She can identify her name written out anywhere, but I have never seen her write out her name. In one month of school this is what her name looks like....</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikunAFU_ES6g-lGKJnKcDZNPffAUABVptm_qBB3sdgAp5G5nfPyuEns7k4ALa310SKtPU5zA5o2mIZyRWf8DRMEMm_X0xYh6KQsB-3kWzYDqB6jY_ISsvKrlkYjpLY7Qdgpx9evA2KbJth/s1600/emily%2527s+name.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikunAFU_ES6g-lGKJnKcDZNPffAUABVptm_qBB3sdgAp5G5nfPyuEns7k4ALa310SKtPU5zA5o2mIZyRWf8DRMEMm_X0xYh6KQsB-3kWzYDqB6jY_ISsvKrlkYjpLY7Qdgpx9evA2KbJth/s320/emily%2527s+name.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664307730516091778" /></a> She comes home every day and spends about twenty minutes at the table working on whatever number or letter she did for the day. She wants to show me over and over again her "I, i, O, o, A, a, 2, 3, 4" etc... She's just too cute! I love that her little brain is getting some good stimulation. She's absolutely thriving. <div><br /></div><div>I'm so proud of my little girl. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-91554208599955303932011-09-07T20:58:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:36:21.943-07:00Just a phase?When I was a little girl I used to love journaling. I had some great entries about boys, what I wanted to be in when I grew up, family stuff, etc...As I got older, the desire to journal out my thoughts because even more intense. I found that it was a way for me to get my deepest thoughts out on paper--although scary and incredibly vulnerable--I found that it was a lifeline for me. <div><br /></div><div>In blogging, I'm not very consistent anymore. Working full-time and being a mom to two little tykes will do that to you, but I do this for them....for me....so that when they ask about this or that, I will hopefully have a great read for them on it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I really don't like to share anything that would embarrass them later, so I try to steer from those things, but in the earlier confession, sometimes I feel like journaling is part of my journey and well, here it goes...</div><div><br /></div><div>When Kinley was born, I could tell from the very beginning that she was different from Emily. She joined our family three weeks early, she was kicked out of the hospital nursery in our first night because she wouldn't stop screaming and the screaming continued for several weeks with colic. She wasn't a great napper and we found it difficult to make her happy. As she grew up and the colic began to fade, we found that there was actually a fun-loving girl in there. She loved to laugh and smile. She's our social bug. She'll wave hello and goodbye to people she doesn't even know. She typically adjusts to new environments easily. </div><div><br /></div><div>Emily's temperament is pretty much completely different than what I just wrote about Kinley. For the most part they get along, but there is definitely sibling rivalry present each and every day and I'm constantly pulling them away from one another. Sending them to time outs more than I want to, but know I need to in order to stay consistent with them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kinley's verbal communication is increasing every day and it is fascinating to hear her talk, but for the times she doesn't have the words--OH MY GOODNESS--I don't even know how to describe how terrible her screams and body thrashing onto the floor are. Her screams typically encourage Emily to disobey because she can't possibly have the attention off of her. I'm having such a hard time with them right now. I'm exhausted. Work is more than consuming me throughout the day and I have visions of coming home to a peaceful afternoon spending time snuggling my girls, but that is far from our routine right now. They fight, they scream and they each call out for mommy to prove their innocence in whatever the latest disagreement was over. People keep telling me this is just a phase, but I work at a high school and I'm starting to wonder if these phases actually ever end. I'm embarrassed in front of friends frequently because in doing anything with anyone, MY KIDS are the ones to fall apart EVERY time. I swear I'm doing everything I can that I think is right, but why do I feel like I am such a failure?</div><div><br /></div><div>The frustrating part is they are perfect angels when we aren't around. I get nothing but praise reports from daycare, grandparents, sitters etc...I guess Brian and I are the lucky ones. </div><div><br /></div><div>In my prior journaling experience, I loved when I would re-read older entries and found that I was no longer struggling with xyz, so here's to looking back at this entry one day and smiling that we have moved past it. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-32374334168130446342011-08-24T20:18:00.000-07:002011-08-24T20:31:19.202-07:00Farm Day!<div>This past weekend we took the girls to a local farm for a cookout tour. We all got an opportunity to visit their garden and pick our own vegetables for lunch. It was such a great experience for the girls because I'm not sure that they really understood that vegetables grow before they show up at the grocery store. Although Emily was VERY excited to pick all of the vegetables, she still stuck to her favorite--carrots. In fact, when she woke up from her nap that day she even asked for more carrots! YES! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>We had a great day. Grandma, Papa and Lexi joined us in the fun. Definitely a day we won't forget! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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They loved it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpX6BBEER2t26eLdHqs25SqeOfPyWToA-v4DW91ZE0wmm4SU5cNVtEuUIdBma5f4hM_LPFtQlkGu9xmrjw08M26lVlTbHZsGaSLwxfr0KwX9DAFCgKWMB3tTuJCTfDhpHKzN4og8OdkxZ/s1600/IMG_1426.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpX6BBEER2t26eLdHqs25SqeOfPyWToA-v4DW91ZE0wmm4SU5cNVtEuUIdBma5f4hM_LPFtQlkGu9xmrjw08M26lVlTbHZsGaSLwxfr0KwX9DAFCgKWMB3tTuJCTfDhpHKzN4og8OdkxZ/s320/IMG_1426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634398589748241218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc523oGov7XtcJhjmhHS5F6-OZ8UuKQqBc7uYiyv9AnZBqIs7GZAqKYiuFBDc7POyvAzmhHj0UDsn1FNqKp0RcK_179f7T3Mc4WVnfg2gYWcidIlxwyjWqT0m7A1wYU47K-Xf3q5MipLc7/s1600/IMG_1427.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc523oGov7XtcJhjmhHS5F6-OZ8UuKQqBc7uYiyv9AnZBqIs7GZAqKYiuFBDc7POyvAzmhHj0UDsn1FNqKp0RcK_179f7T3Mc4WVnfg2gYWcidIlxwyjWqT0m7A1wYU47K-Xf3q5MipLc7/s320/IMG_1427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634398587901340674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOy4gD87WfCvAYC1gdN2WOFyhsDj-IhQw2_RlcqjRN6gr5deXbqltA7nZgDbqeYPvzhjtim4uul7WncoGSzK_hhSZSdJ6n0jQB_mfCaC0Fla_7zXP1igPHOImu1Fmue_3K4kB3fV3771-I/s1600/IMG_1430.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOy4gD87WfCvAYC1gdN2WOFyhsDj-IhQw2_RlcqjRN6gr5deXbqltA7nZgDbqeYPvzhjtim4uul7WncoGSzK_hhSZSdJ6n0jQB_mfCaC0Fla_7zXP1igPHOImu1Fmue_3K4kB3fV3771-I/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634398579688515090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCo1uEcN2AhOxtBjHVURRF_q6FS7aNIrsMDU5LAugG3t-Cc3Yp5bBt8CVoZDpt6k5TEUpVSDsXpJjD9YEwRxzou-VyJwwI1mpLe6bA6yGWKI8q8iLTQx5Np51OeEV1SK-8tBJKzhQfBrO/s1600/IMG_1432.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCo1uEcN2AhOxtBjHVURRF_q6FS7aNIrsMDU5LAugG3t-Cc3Yp5bBt8CVoZDpt6k5TEUpVSDsXpJjD9YEwRxzou-VyJwwI1mpLe6bA6yGWKI8q8iLTQx5Np51OeEV1SK-8tBJKzhQfBrO/s320/IMG_1432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634398573653247506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfjSn2wCBNhOUqZdEOz4Z2igB3gEP-vFnKGMEfrbQbEpXwwuaScfxTK9ME41HuDc16oYMUEXoI-uaCPsQ9t9-tfwg5N4vUrNcIU86ugDx4eNuhCfy-l2t-RZAKBn-6pSMEK41hQP2VCfL/s1600/IMG_1436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfjSn2wCBNhOUqZdEOz4Z2igB3gEP-vFnKGMEfrbQbEpXwwuaScfxTK9ME41HuDc16oYMUEXoI-uaCPsQ9t9-tfwg5N4vUrNcIU86ugDx4eNuhCfy-l2t-RZAKBn-6pSMEK41hQP2VCfL/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634398570577944578" /></a>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-28301739255569323512011-07-27T15:42:00.000-07:002011-07-27T15:57:27.022-07:00Fourth of July<div>I love the community that we live in. For just about every major holiday, they throw some kind of festival, but the 4th of July is my absolute favorite. It's an all day event. They have 1k, 5k and 10k races in the morning, pancake breakfast, parade, games, booths, food, live music and FIREWORKS. They do not mess around with the fireworks. It's a good 20 minute show with "bombs bursting in air" right over your head. It is truly amazing to watch. This year was the first year that Emily loved any kind of fireworks. She had so much fun. In fact, yesterday as I was taking a morning walk with them she asked to see them again as we passed the giant lawn that they were displayed from. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are just a few photos from the day:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QGW-5pA4fGOoExzH3YlCK-0uSbT70FT1NMW5L9weQddSdfeTlzh6pdIrdzuafuWrDnXZ6wvYyGBvYUIWEntU3oh0odqEXUaN8Y9bI2lo0vAg-W7fPXlrxIZDgeMeA4DtykZbnsQJGOkU/s1600/IMG_1315.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QGW-5pA4fGOoExzH3YlCK-0uSbT70FT1NMW5L9weQddSdfeTlzh6pdIrdzuafuWrDnXZ6wvYyGBvYUIWEntU3oh0odqEXUaN8Y9bI2lo0vAg-W7fPXlrxIZDgeMeA4DtykZbnsQJGOkU/s320/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167861730557122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, say can you see? This girl is adorable.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBCIoow7vWNQQ7owqvQik-ADuJMzH-azoZE4pNQJlzTxbQmHNTX5ip1GPSwzmBkTnbyi_slDJ13c7EJOyDv-nhUWv8ct-eQpJPzCfS0HoL5U_imKVx9z-_XA3R7f3Y3VMBv3Zh09M_-ZQ/s1600/IMG_1310.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBCIoow7vWNQQ7owqvQik-ADuJMzH-azoZE4pNQJlzTxbQmHNTX5ip1GPSwzmBkTnbyi_slDJ13c7EJOyDv-nhUWv8ct-eQpJPzCfS0HoL5U_imKVx9z-_XA3R7f3Y3VMBv3Zh09M_-ZQ/s320/IMG_1310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167851580401282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Emily's first gum experience---the parade participants threw candy and gum out to the kiddos. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmmQqdH47tn29_BKgsOlwxmz_U5qSA3JjKl0xLnHYOIHELM9pvUTrg7OXC_bkBwxF5ki_uyTToJOn4fxFbmsfHMRBtN3m2DqguTRR85OSitVLmWouwPWxxt7UvCRa8weau2NiUYGi7Co3/s1600/IMG_1308.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmmQqdH47tn29_BKgsOlwxmz_U5qSA3JjKl0xLnHYOIHELM9pvUTrg7OXC_bkBwxF5ki_uyTToJOn4fxFbmsfHMRBtN3m2DqguTRR85OSitVLmWouwPWxxt7UvCRa8weau2NiUYGi7Co3/s320/IMG_1308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167847979133442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Emily and Ella enjoying the candy...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcn8ykNFIcg32TeO0xUQemWZ_CdQnjQmIXKYH85h7syiUG-bZjRoEcik0aHMY-7zT6R7D1CsyF48TxYIs1oYAiRrgQu183q80S7YmeVTjy-30WxMmAMTN9HBh4PGFE6gZSZvmcVeMzeQg/s1600/IMG_1323.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcn8ykNFIcg32TeO0xUQemWZ_CdQnjQmIXKYH85h7syiUG-bZjRoEcik0aHMY-7zT6R7D1CsyF48TxYIs1oYAiRrgQu183q80S7YmeVTjy-30WxMmAMTN9HBh4PGFE6gZSZvmcVeMzeQg/s320/IMG_1323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167845547864530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My parents came out in the evening for the experience. I'm pretty sure they did not leave disappointed! My kids loved having them there too. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfo10njULVjdiep9plLPir8EtXclgyM4lLhxK9DkBvcH5QSP_4Gm87O7ky0FBGSI3aupfY5wcrxetB6MSPYOtZifom9LY6Xy2l6R_CsUALYk2QnNiDsWIF7v1bJ_xfmxQB7A2KhskpLA0/s1600/IMG_1326.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfo10njULVjdiep9plLPir8EtXclgyM4lLhxK9DkBvcH5QSP_4Gm87O7ky0FBGSI3aupfY5wcrxetB6MSPYOtZifom9LY6Xy2l6R_CsUALYk2QnNiDsWIF7v1bJ_xfmxQB7A2KhskpLA0/s320/IMG_1326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634167840948691810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Waiting for the fireworks with their glow in the dark necklaces. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-87185362091191534202011-07-07T06:52:00.001-07:002011-07-07T20:41:46.149-07:00Kinley--17 Months<div>Kinley is interested in just about everything that she is around. As the younger sister, she tries hard to keep up with the "big" kid activities. She's certainly more of a thrill seeker than Emily was and she keeps us on our toes. </div><div><br /></div><div>She's my snuggle bug. She will often stop what she's playing with, come over and give me a hug and go back to what she's playing. </div><div><br /></div><div>She seems to loves music. She often grabs the harmonica and plays it (better than I do), drums and guitar. She picks up the rhythm of songs quickly and tries to sing along. Her current favorites are the ABC song, the Handy Manny toolbox toy song and the Strawberry shortcake toy song. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kinley will run across the room, throw her body onto the couch and then say, "owie."</div><div><br /></div><div>She calls Emily "Ah-me"</div><div><br /></div><div>She frequently pats our head and says "duh, duh, goo" and runs away....yes, she's playing duck duck goose. A game she must have picked up while at daycare because we have never played it at home....until now, now it's a daily occurrence.</div><div><br /></div><div>She loves windows. She wants the window down in the car as often as possible. She loves to look out the window and motions for me to open the blinds. She loves our neighbor James and since he is often playing outside, she'll look for him and start calling out his name, which sounds more like "jehms" When she finally sees him she smiles and claps. </div><div><br /></div><div>She also says Mama (mommy), Dada (daddy), Grandma and Papa (she said Papa for the first time today when he came to take care of them while I got away to the doctor).</div><div><br /></div><div>In the food category, Kinley says banana, yogurt, yogurt drink, bar, cheese, strawberries, blueberries, cracker, bread, agua, leche, tofu, chips</div><div><br /></div><div>Misc: she says cloud, chair, car, ball, book, balloon, mickey, minnie, goofy, donald duck, manny, bye bye, help, trash, sissy, helmet, please, diaper, poo-poo, pee-pee (maybe time to potty train), hello, dog</div><div><br /></div><div>As I write this I feel like I'm forgetting some more commonly used words. There are new words coming up every day. She's definitely a parrot and will try to say anything we say. It's certainly a lot of fun. I look forward to more direct communication because we're definitely still going through a lot of scream fests. I know it's gotta be just as frustrating for her as it is for us. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9r4ecTVKez_PsQCVCXK499zJ0ur8Ck8nJKcG87ywj116lj0wbqgiaNX5PbQKQuOiDad91iHIj_jdCFupf5G9UcgWHc40b9ePUwBLc-pclvoUBkHykaXvTnHteNzMEnVkdi4EOmLVNaFl/s1600/kinley+July+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9r4ecTVKez_PsQCVCXK499zJ0ur8Ck8nJKcG87ywj116lj0wbqgiaNX5PbQKQuOiDad91iHIj_jdCFupf5G9UcgWHc40b9ePUwBLc-pclvoUBkHykaXvTnHteNzMEnVkdi4EOmLVNaFl/s320/kinley+July+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626608156489204882" /></a>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-86736234763995062382011-06-27T08:00:00.000-07:002011-06-27T08:12:49.026-07:00I am MomI wake up to either the sound of Kinley whimpering because she wants out of her bed or the sound of Emily trying to be quiet as she exits their bedroom in the morning (either will happen between 5:30-6:30 am)<div><br /></div><div>I am able to decipher what Kinley's pointing finger means when aimed at the refrigerator or pantry</div><div><br /></div><div>I frequently sit on the floor playing with Strawberry Shortcake, puzzles or reading books</div><div><br /></div><div>If I sit on the floor, chances are Kinley's little rear end will start backing up toward my lap</div><div><br /></div><div>I know the different sounds of cries---the fake ones for consoling to the loud ones needing immediate attention</div><div><br /></div><div>I have tiny little holes in the mid-section of just about every shirt I own from holding one or both of my girls</div><div><br /></div><div>I will either have chalk, food, snot or dirt on me at some point of the day</div><div><br /></div><div>I tear up when Emily breaks out of her shell and does something she fears</div><div><br /></div><div>They crack me up when I hear things like, "Oh Kinley, you look so pretty today" (My best guess is because I dressed Kinley in a skirt rather than jeans, although, I admit, she did look quite pretty.)</div><div><br /></div><div>My heart has two sets of legs and currently rest on a 3 yr old and 17 month old...they are getting so big.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am content. I am Mom.</div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-75554912235358113292011-05-30T10:24:00.000-07:002011-05-30T10:38:36.768-07:00It's going to be a good summer<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYu3KX5ILzxnVfr8rub4NDPU1XfJHA9DoexHiNNORdgzN2a7BE1pPTTPzgmNEcp2KvTdW2K2Iu-CBum3vEb5pSgKOKcqjM7y5U7KfPg0PtxABbQB9QcNw_gU3IhS8xSofCSS2TaZfGR0y/s320/otter+pop+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612564717564910722" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY466Lpn77RU92TIw7RaBLYGoQup8AZCsCyaG5LRIzMuX8GwFNrPDy_f_Cec-1P5y_LGffyCr9VmbFVOuxByhtp9hi4c8QjUuy3j4sB1p7TiEb9LQ9ib-GFMC2GKt204s8vDtDFy0U1gU0/s320/otter+pop+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612564715941046610" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTFjoMNtIQ7wGanMB35QEXxK5k6veNEUA6Qz0WiSF-1Vwyis-WuCxVqQAx9xRGID-wnxFwQImTwFDqj46hWQJ3Fc09cayB1bUzKKtoVKMmkhgd9rmfbVoTa6Z-uncx_dhdm_qPcyfgqqP/s320/otter+pop+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612564712535528914" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsq2Oln5Mpd3XBHqHe4Y-6MDvSkT3Bs4b8H28SyjvrFbh86bKh4oE4M5TmnrfaC_4qjJJt-fUGaLV-sYP-z2JOuaSbX69_Az7z7AYUk7TC_Y-45gJsygqwJtVtBhspDXx6DvQCMDxZxTZH/s1600/otter+pop+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsq2Oln5Mpd3XBHqHe4Y-6MDvSkT3Bs4b8H28SyjvrFbh86bKh4oE4M5TmnrfaC_4qjJJt-fUGaLV-sYP-z2JOuaSbX69_Az7z7AYUk7TC_Y-45gJsygqwJtVtBhspDXx6DvQCMDxZxTZH/s320/otter+pop+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612564726873526290" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-28756993963958393142011-05-10T21:17:00.000-07:002011-05-10T21:32:43.621-07:00Mother's Day<div>I'm still surprised every day how much I fall in love with my girls. They each fill a place in my heart that I didn't know was empty. We have a lot of laughs and of course some tears too, but I feel so complete with them.<div><br /></div><div>Being a mother is the most exhausting yet rewarding responsibility. I hope that they know just how much I love them and cherish our relationship. I didn't get a picture of the three of us together on Mother's day. We had a lot of fun running around an outdoor shopping area, eating at Cheesecake Factory, shopping, taking naps, getting a pedicure and having dinner with my parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mom and I took Emily to get our nails done (sorry Kinley....you weren't old enough yet) and we had a nice relaxing time. I look forward to doing that with both girls in the future!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwA-Y8eJ7IdHylvv7_j8OklxmMtyeKr-ezRI3Es3Oi3vtezDw81Z2neXkCIvRutu4kxogMvmggPKsCrR3vCWYn_GUyxKJu8IRxkldsEZUA2fZka4DI_4WV4HrFYlK-YS4dznJwnRhJL0xj/s1600/nails.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwA-Y8eJ7IdHylvv7_j8OklxmMtyeKr-ezRI3Es3Oi3vtezDw81Z2neXkCIvRutu4kxogMvmggPKsCrR3vCWYn_GUyxKJu8IRxkldsEZUA2fZka4DI_4WV4HrFYlK-YS4dznJwnRhJL0xj/s320/nails.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605311344834805378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSNM-5mLuTfUW3QmTMK8-5WSMlqYp5xvZOcN9XmwajKhkW058c0VHtE5b1qrWswKNyhbwkB8UVcdAlzsHJe6jlv3soFHuWfI_8K7Euhzvq0r6D_QMm6M7VjU_APgsNTcQ3qg3lymbR4dZ/s1600/fingernails.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSNM-5mLuTfUW3QmTMK8-5WSMlqYp5xvZOcN9XmwajKhkW058c0VHtE5b1qrWswKNyhbwkB8UVcdAlzsHJe6jlv3soFHuWfI_8K7Euhzvq0r6D_QMm6M7VjU_APgsNTcQ3qg3lymbR4dZ/s320/fingernails.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605311340759278354" /></a>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-69970290135190902782011-04-23T21:34:00.000-07:002011-04-23T21:48:51.411-07:00EasterI am a sucker for making memories with the girls. When Emily was a little over a year old, we learned about a fantastic spring event complete with egg hunts, bounce houses, food etc...We've made it become our family tradition. This year, Brian had the day off of work and I had to take it as furlough, but it was so worth it. Emily had a GREAT time on the big slide and in the bounce houses. To our excitement she even LOVED the egg hunt. She has had major cry fests out there before and I was expecting that this year too, but I guess as she grows the crowds may be a little less scary....I don't know, but whatever the case she was so much fun to watch out there. <div><br /></div><div>I've been struggling with the whole Easter Bunny thing....I couldn't decide if I wanted to make the Easter Bunny this mysterious character who drops off baskets of goodies on Easter morning or what. Looking back on my childhood, some of my favorite memories are when my sister and I would run down the stairs to see what was in our baskets. So, I decided to stick with the same traditions in our home. We had a talk about Jesus' death and resurrection....although the description of death was more like sleep and the resurrection was more like waking up. Emily learns a new scripture each week in Sunday school and this past week was "Jesus is King." She will say it whenever asked about her memory verse. I can't wait to see her relationship with this King she's learning about blossom.</div><div><br /></div><div>and Kinley....well, we can't exactly go theological with her right now, but we certainly pray and share lots of love and giggles with her too. She had a great time with all of the Easter fun. I just love her sense of adventure. She takes it all in. She's so fun. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-22045464982320094212011-03-29T17:08:00.000-07:002011-03-29T17:18:24.516-07:00The ComforterOkay, so Kinley has NEVER been good with sleep. As the second child, I had a lot of assumptions as to what she would be like. I was ignorant to think she would be a lot like her sister. Emily was great with naps (aside from the first six weeks). She was in her own room at approximately 8 weeks. Well, Kinley, wanted her own identity. She would sleep for about 15 minutes at a time. People always told me to sleep when the baby slept---GOOD LUCK. The first six months were AWFUL when it came to sleep not only for Kinley but for us too. <div><br /></div><div>She finally started sleeping through the night and it was amazing. I didn't think I would ever know what more than two-three hours at a time would feel like. I felt refreshed and kept telling myself that I wouldn't be exhausted. However, my little sweetheart does not like to sleep in. This morning for instance....she was up at 4:00. 4:00....oh my word. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, Jennifer, where does the title of "The Comforter" come into play? When we put Kinley to bed, she often has pacifiers and "lovies" thrown about in her crib. Well, this morning she had her giant frog from build a bear in her crib. Neither Brian or myself placed it in the crib, so we asked Emily how it got in there. "I put it in Kinley's bed when she was crying, I think she wanted a lovey." So stinkin' cute. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-28681580031908321692011-03-23T20:55:00.000-07:002011-03-23T21:00:34.177-07:00Funny MomentsKinley desperately wants to keep up with Emily. Sometimes it's adorable and sometimes it's scary. Emily climbs everywhere and Kinley is quick to follow. Tonight she watched how Emily climbs into a chair and does a fancy landing onto the couch, guess who wanted to try? Yes, Brian. Just kidding. Kinley copied exactly what she did and I can't fight it anymore. I have to let her play into her adventurous side, so I just sit close in case I need to do some catching. <div><br /></div><div>The girls take their baths together. Kinley was ready to get out so Brian started getting her ready for bed. He got her dressed in a diaper and she walked straight back to the bathroom and I hear lots of giggling and next thing I heard was a splash followed with Emily screaming MOMMY!!! I was right there (thankfully) because Kinley leeped into the tub because she wanted to be with her sister. </div><div><br /></div><div>They are going to be the best of friends...</div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-57609720561271398822011-03-16T20:24:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:33:43.915-07:00Lovin' my girlsI don't think I have the words to describe the incredible amount of love that I have for my children. They crack me up. We recycle just about anything we can around here and Emily has apparently witnessed this. Sometimes we put the items in the recycling container in our house and for the bigger items we place them by the stairs to take on our next run down. Tonight, I was in the other room and when I came out and put Emily to bed, I noticed that she had taken the milk carton off of the counter and carried it to the stair drop. The only problem was that although, yes, that was the goal I had in mind, I needed to empty out the tiny bit of milk left over.<div><br /></div><div>Kinley gives high fives and will mimic washing her hands on command. When I arrive at daycare to pick the girls up, Kinley kinda "flaps" her arms to her side in excitement. She walks REALLY fast toward me and surrounds her small, sweet arms around me and gives me a hug. Melts my heart every time. <div><br /></div><div> </div></div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-66702071208896088042011-03-16T20:13:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:16:22.288-07:00Before and After<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtRGXClViKqkjILk_eKLYlkWoN11GfP9In2jc4zf4qI09LFu6Y_bWn-yXjWV2Ls4v-1bxBPbzOpCWSS8XydwLcBLiBddioEuVIzqCMsL3mDRRs2ysAz0URgvYpwDdLLCybJ2v_hyIjQwh/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtRGXClViKqkjILk_eKLYlkWoN11GfP9In2jc4zf4qI09LFu6Y_bWn-yXjWV2Ls4v-1bxBPbzOpCWSS8XydwLcBLiBddioEuVIzqCMsL3mDRRs2ysAz0URgvYpwDdLLCybJ2v_hyIjQwh/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882297986282338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtAfJb4sqsAvOk_6lQaXc8xr_YMYjhO1mh7Zbov-iHZJyrHDTsRRVsYF552TgHxfHUT0LSoAXn1fc0vSwmJ2Yr4wkR4PIShly3ymhl6MuAzFOKmEo9424J4qLotawrJ93V_HpR3bxjvlx/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtAfJb4sqsAvOk_6lQaXc8xr_YMYjhO1mh7Zbov-iHZJyrHDTsRRVsYF552TgHxfHUT0LSoAXn1fc0vSwmJ2Yr4wkR4PIShly3ymhl6MuAzFOKmEo9424J4qLotawrJ93V_HpR3bxjvlx/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882292663882738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGi1vmuSinrfGKpA48iD3BIZGJGqpEhYNgZAYflbdHFX8TqzLDbN6x1__tb-5Oh58sQ88gQ3F34Mb5OEK07yJkpXI-fjLI-PUSHc8akEE6IyftWWqb65nMrG9yCs_iXQmhpVCBrA2pjZui/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGi1vmuSinrfGKpA48iD3BIZGJGqpEhYNgZAYflbdHFX8TqzLDbN6x1__tb-5Oh58sQ88gQ3F34Mb5OEK07yJkpXI-fjLI-PUSHc8akEE6IyftWWqb65nMrG9yCs_iXQmhpVCBrA2pjZui/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882284988970386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EK9wCgAG6IdMJF0dnUkSzJ40DyrOfVM6tbMAkMNY-467nn-bV_fwriN10ih7Ala6OHPebxLqsfr5A8BW6HFEbHJtDKXNZNZ33Pzj9p1n8kV2HSAosSm8FAr5a46UCbDXnZZNZVrGyVyc/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EK9wCgAG6IdMJF0dnUkSzJ40DyrOfVM6tbMAkMNY-467nn-bV_fwriN10ih7Ala6OHPebxLqsfr5A8BW6HFEbHJtDKXNZNZ33Pzj9p1n8kV2HSAosSm8FAr5a46UCbDXnZZNZVrGyVyc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882285184518338" /></a>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-25835182090351919142011-03-03T21:02:00.001-08:002011-03-03T21:28:33.598-08:00Kinley 13 monthsI cannot believe it has been a month since I last posted! We have certainly been very busy this past month and my sweet Kinley is growing and changing so much. She's practically running these days she's so fast! She LOVES music. She loves to dance and will clap along with the beat. She has become very good at copying what anyone is doing. I had my head resting in my hand the other day and when I looked over at her she was copying me. Brian, Emily and I were all washing our hands and Kinley started rubbing her hands together as though she was washing hers. She's extremely observant. It's so fun to see what she's taking in. <div><br /></div><div>Kinley is very curious. She gets into everything, looks at everything, touches everything. She is so busy--our house really does look like a tornado after she's gone through it. She loves two drawers in our kitchen that houses all of the girls cups and bowls and these things are found ALL OVER THE HOUSE!!! She's so funny. </div><div><br /></div><div>Although there is still a lot of whining and pointing when she wants something, she's working on words too. "Uhhh" while holding her arms up is up. "MMMYYY" when screamed at her sister is Mine. She's still using Mama and Dada fluently. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kinley is not a huge fan of milk. I mean, turn her nose up and turn her head at it when we offer a bottle or sippy cup with it inside. I nursed for 1 year and apparently that is her preference. She took a bottle at daycare everyday and we still offer frozen breastmilk to her and even that gets a stiff no. I guess the big bonus is she is pretty much weaned herself from bottles. She doesn't want anything before going to bed and is placed in her crib awake and falls asleep peacefully. The bummer is she wakes up early, but one of these days we'll get through it. </div><div><br /></div><div>She is cutting all four molars right now and believe it or not, I think I may have seen swollen gums around the I teeth....oi vey. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm adding a video---not as great as I had hoped. She was totally singing into the microphone before I snapped this, but at least it is close to her 13th month!</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyEVY2G7x4xxl6ouCydhwRHI5IT2_Tq_3i27yBMJprGYegEOf1ywDt_BY2UCFoyXE2fPidWG0MkUAyfGvp9' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433112735258382821.post-61385386565566826842011-02-01T21:05:00.000-08:002011-02-01T21:29:57.570-08:00Kinley is 1!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Sweet Kinley,</span><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">You have no idea how much you have rocked my world in the past year. You joined our family three weeks earlier than we expected. I didn't know what it was going to be like to have another child, to love another child but as soon as I held your precious tiny body in my hands, I didn't have to "know" how it just was. The first three months were a bit rocky since you had some colic issues. You screamed a lot and slept so little I didn't know how I was possibly going to survive another hour, but we did....together. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Watching you grow up into your own personality has been an absolute joy. Once you learned to smile it practically became a permanent "fixture." You love life. You love people. You especially love your sister. Sometimes you'll wake up before her in the mornings and cry until she wakes up so that you can play with her. Apparently mommy and daddy don't cut the mustard. Your smile, your giggle brighten up my day. You currently love to hug and kiss and you melt me with each one. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">You are such a good eater. You will try everything we put in front of you. Sometimes you don't like it, but the things you love (which is the majority) you eat faster than we can cut. You have learned and use sign language for "more" "please" and "all done." I've been working on milk, but you don't seem to want to pick up that one. You wave and clap. You say mama, dada, ba (bath and ball) and every time I tell you I love you you say, "Iiiiii" I know you are trying to say it back and I think it is adorable. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">I am totally and utterly smitten. I love you so much. You are my favorite Kinley in the whole world. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUmHb9apu7bGmgBExRHBSSCZU53n7G7OiZA8Z049mGhFhRNyuV2dL2R4kOYeZQW94yZ3JA5-WkBxZ0OeVmc8EHRigliTxk9NduH2ICdFoiR8wja1oUP86jSj-lqOhcjJcE4NmhwAJM2tG/s320/DSC_0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568958719840967154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMWzoSnWWn3MiNRAqoQZRfDADyWdi-sa8qOkEpBr4Y1ZlcskMVsHuGq8e7BCOFx3v3eviOU62_5u_A59_v4UpAZtGB-pZ2Z47siVEjhYflzYzK9QThGGHMzfoCQA0tBtA9OkepA_O4KHXQ/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568958723241037746" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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I didn't know his dad at all, but I knew the impact that loss was to my friend. I remember sitting at the edge of my bed bawling. My mom came in my room and put her arm around me and muttered the words, "Jennifer, you have always been so tenderhearted, Michael is lucky to have you as a friend." <div><br /></div><div>This week has been super emotional for me. The woman who takes care of my girls learned that her husband has a treatable disease, but with his age comes great concern. My grandparents are both fighting various ailments. About twenty minutes ago I learned of a great disappointment from one of my friends. My heart is so heavy because I am tenderhearted : easily moved to love, pity or sorrow. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's funny because I was getting my hair done the other day and the lady told me that I give off a very confident vibe. That I come across as I have everything together. HA! Those of you who know the real me know that I struggle with such petty things. I want to be perfect under all of the hats that I wear, but I am far from it. I may come across strong, but let me be the first to tell you I am so very weak. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wear my heart on my sleeve. Those of you who are close to me, who have been willing to look past the strong exterior know that I melt in your kind words and hugs. My heart is extended in so many directions right now. I love and I need to be loved. </div>johnsonandjohnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02481822495709390083noreply@blogger.com1