tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82784650555671893892024-02-06T19:10:26.929-08:00From Thirty On...I recently turned Thirty, this is the rest of my life.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-41391469050555047482009-10-21T09:01:00.000-07:002009-10-21T09:25:45.959-07:00Random post<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 style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG2SpoDdi8vonroJ63__f-t4tsRwNkD0OsflhGcRSvGiK0hMiFe-MAq9MdSxhFa_dWnBqsbc9R9q6f6EZWC2XlrqQg5WiHgMBU1AipsMxgJpAnfDuGj93RNHbNl0orN9Ina7mSm-h5jo/s1600-h/french+braids+004.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Hank copies me when I blow my tongue at him. What do you call that anyway? I think it's cute, drool and all. His cheeks are so chubby! </span></b></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dztYpk3kvTe7pu1xyXO-y7AjGSKl5nTmar7QddsbDeIw0sq5UzSrqDVESBmHsafCxCTw4wZrx3DTuNtJtQcjw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I also taught myself how to french braid Natalie's hair. Here are a few pictures of the results.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigac-dx_vS7-TJKm-JTVdJZNq0iCkAqLp58lXSfhqtAXqaibPIVCUspudIYs-keHX99CHute2cTyAKzfktDQZIrnZrgWk3FrZuXkgIyD52gSoC3PASGMAE1zLd8O3jh1Gd3IwLG8ydNx8/s320/french+braids+003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395089279636485666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNrflXYcgGIApku_pMU7lTTNUxicR_PugV_3Ht-_hc3BTczFS9X9syvQnX_2E8xvQvTHddgzZIVUdJ7oIxYAENttw-Bsh0_fbIBpxlXGY5Vu3qMaMsWyaS3nFnKQm8az5m-6XKRYMQvms/s320/french+braids+006.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395089288847092770" /></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-13608263217198162032009-08-05T15:52:00.000-07:002009-08-06T06:57:27.591-07:00"The whole world calls me Hank"<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81VVPz5J1vmW9z9PTwSf__uOgsReB4KP3Zbg31_VkExK7g1f3tdXTn7J9UwuFmmXW-ErnVzvxismlCAl3FpkCKBt52p-BPw6hJpdt7o7e1y5bUUwLITTinqCoPO6G99ySCkBU0Zb6JkI/s1600-h/0038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81VVPz5J1vmW9z9PTwSf__uOgsReB4KP3Zbg31_VkExK7g1f3tdXTn7J9UwuFmmXW-ErnVzvxismlCAl3FpkCKBt52p-BPw6hJpdt7o7e1y5bUUwLITTinqCoPO6G99ySCkBU0Zb6JkI/s320/0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366625567626779282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Introducing........ Henry Karl, A.K.A Hank!<br /></div><br /><br />Natalie and Hank had their portrait done last week, Hank was 8 weeks in this picture. He was 2 months old this Wednesday. He was born June 3rd at 4:20 in the afternoon. He was three weeks early! Perfect timing as anyone who talked to me any time before then would be able to tell you. He came 4 days after Natalie's birthday party and almost 2 weeks before her dance recital. Both things I would have been very sad to miss. He was 6lbs 7oz and 18 1/2 inches long. Labor was a breeze compared to Natalie's birth, and for that I am very thankful. I'll take 5 hours and three pushes over 20 hours and two hours of pushing any day! Hank is a great baby and we are all adjusting very well. He has settled into sort of a sleeping routine and if I get him good and full before bed time he will even sleep 5-7 hours at a time!<br />We have taken full advantage of the portability of an infant and he has enjoyed many dining experiences. This is a common (and very cute) sight. Don't you want to just nibble those cute little toes?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4C3s4NRzakOlTyYHRdq8sYyphMmF6EG_bODXgYN2Llau7jsWqUBhKn3P-ZViBl_6P97kUpylluGTnSwCbln_RDjItuqpzVleUUQtFV6rttLnp0i6WNbbk3w-SAEzOlStCoSjGHwgIx0/s1600-h/first+half+July+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4C3s4NRzakOlTyYHRdq8sYyphMmF6EG_bODXgYN2Llau7jsWqUBhKn3P-ZViBl_6P97kUpylluGTnSwCbln_RDjItuqpzVleUUQtFV6rttLnp0i6WNbbk3w-SAEzOlStCoSjGHwgIx0/s320/first+half+July+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366624137178475202" border="0" /></a>Here he is chillin' at Chuy's.<br /><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9w0e2issfjS0vUzl4qKRCiDsYZI0nNXtDeekYG6B3i50RRs7TtzHAChrH_CZw_m44gLh-wosLO3_jp64rytrMp0_KgqrBKS6foNSq5qISClLmULDlmXZTdUrLFf6e-TnFLW3oBP_sA0/s1600-h/Leighton+and+Hank+Mohawk+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9w0e2issfjS0vUzl4qKRCiDsYZI0nNXtDeekYG6B3i50RRs7TtzHAChrH_CZw_m44gLh-wosLO3_jp64rytrMp0_KgqrBKS6foNSq5qISClLmULDlmXZTdUrLFf6e-TnFLW3oBP_sA0/s320/Leighton+and+Hank+Mohawk+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366846828297144386" border="0" /></a>Sorry I can't get this picture straight but I like it b/c they are both looking and smiling.<br /><br /></div>Natalie has been such a great big sister! She is so proud to have her "little bro-bro". She is such a great help. I am enjoying motherhood and infancy so much more this time. It was great last time but I feel I can truly appreciate every little thing this time having some idea of what to expect. I am so happy to have our little boy and to watch him grow into a man. Little boys are so cute!<br />Here are some other pictures, more to come soon<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8qhRvLeG4VtqSrsMGggAPo8CIgZb5ml85P5PngsGLwmcuVLpa7d9tYY04E_8nQuixRD3zFrgwAhmr2yAdyje4a2WWUMNMTYLgWPOht23lYcsppovbBAmqAHSYxHERgwufOTCMjDmHvw/s1600-h/Leighton+and+Hank+Mohawk+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8qhRvLeG4VtqSrsMGggAPo8CIgZb5ml85P5PngsGLwmcuVLpa7d9tYY04E_8nQuixRD3zFrgwAhmr2yAdyje4a2WWUMNMTYLgWPOht23lYcsppovbBAmqAHSYxHERgwufOTCMjDmHvw/s320/Leighton+and+Hank+Mohawk+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638035218720098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hank Meeting his new friend Leighton<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8QmSnCoKzR-KZm_hFMX_4nS6W7TpUNOV7iI92266Iwa4qOgOcwCh74Pp1W9aDv7uCOLXtHoyiZ-0PSnfp25db-4T3Aoy3d8ho-kCKL9s_EaOYVd7gqcUQDA_41NnDb8l3KfCEvBUWDQ/s1600-h/Luke+%26+Hank.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8QmSnCoKzR-KZm_hFMX_4nS6W7TpUNOV7iI92266Iwa4qOgOcwCh74Pp1W9aDv7uCOLXtHoyiZ-0PSnfp25db-4T3Aoy3d8ho-kCKL9s_EaOYVd7gqcUQDA_41NnDb8l3KfCEvBUWDQ/s320/Luke+%26+Hank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638714761275202" border="0" /></a>Hank meeting his new friend Luke<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qmhYrEc0Ap9fHXD5lqr4vCiTebJQrPIhtEJ9rpZ2I_BOq7fUGQDwVGp-Jec91CD6K0gcZZYAteQff_-2npW0KThImbvlmvix9EFf4pV7eTHnF5mZLZCxRGa21gdAo6bX9s9o_MPEvuw/s1600-h/Natalie's+B+Day+and+Hanks+Birth+128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qmhYrEc0Ap9fHXD5lqr4vCiTebJQrPIhtEJ9rpZ2I_BOq7fUGQDwVGp-Jec91CD6K0gcZZYAteQff_-2npW0KThImbvlmvix9EFf4pV7eTHnF5mZLZCxRGa21gdAo6bX9s9o_MPEvuw/s320/Natalie's+B+Day+and+Hanks+Birth+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366642397331546706" border="0" /></a>First picture of the family of four<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKwQeuiwTVlW7f9uiEcn31lvMtMopBJ7RpXo-V8TrQhT76vBZteMRUrUgfcHSmtX84vmaOr-skXfqcUMuC6oS4gxnAIHVimhc-VrQBxh080RRo50NiRNizYbxUveOjPJYshwUr-Pl7Sk/s1600-h/Natalie's+B+Day+and+Hanks+Birth+130.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKwQeuiwTVlW7f9uiEcn31lvMtMopBJ7RpXo-V8TrQhT76vBZteMRUrUgfcHSmtX84vmaOr-skXfqcUMuC6oS4gxnAIHVimhc-VrQBxh080RRo50NiRNizYbxUveOjPJYshwUr-Pl7Sk/s320/Natalie's+B+Day+and+Hanks+Birth+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641949757719234" border="0" /></a>Hank with his Grandma in the hospital<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid93bjvv9hYqB39bN4NkuLEltcUPYsZyZU13T-iJBDeNUuUd9kTE0ga1Pv2cTR0SOx93I2o2RHxNHNMsPEcohxCNPdvJ-n3KtS4woHKTKvK3NCrNUccYoZ7EHwwivMG8xf-m93u_4_V3c/s1600-h/end+june+2009+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid93bjvv9hYqB39bN4NkuLEltcUPYsZyZU13T-iJBDeNUuUd9kTE0ga1Pv2cTR0SOx93I2o2RHxNHNMsPEcohxCNPdvJ-n3KtS4woHKTKvK3NCrNUccYoZ7EHwwivMG8xf-m93u_4_V3c/s320/end+june+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641943469701298" border="0" /></a>Hank with his proud Poppi. Henry is my Dad's middle name.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zVo4gzT-f_VsE80fwMzma98Z3Q5EoRlI7iMqhk93esjgqp8_evyqlWAQbqWCAvv5vFP3l4vxYFr-AhH6bEwcIaQGXHeyn2PpFuc8TF4k_AN97NJliBl17xCjjc2oK-QkROiTpOVR60A/s1600-h/end+june+2009+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zVo4gzT-f_VsE80fwMzma98Z3Q5EoRlI7iMqhk93esjgqp8_evyqlWAQbqWCAvv5vFP3l4vxYFr-AhH6bEwcIaQGXHeyn2PpFuc8TF4k_AN97NJliBl17xCjjc2oK-QkROiTpOVR60A/s320/end+june+2009+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641932765941314" border="0" /></a>Hank at his first baseball game sitting with his Mimi and K.K. It was the Round Rock express vs. the Nashville Sounds. He was such a good boy there.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXTYsh0qXfoyj1W5N_SySWLsn_xOIs-jbb04QCY2s36iPq9zv59Zj9hwHVW24oPryi0NrCt2BiDGgYCnsjCY6Hk034-t-IAhApBUqiqKnIREkKwt6jTLekEX9qRh1MxYprJgYKz16QTk/s1600-h/Leighton+and+Hank+Mohawk+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXTYsh0qXfoyj1W5N_SySWLsn_xOIs-jbb04QCY2s36iPq9zv59Zj9hwHVW24oPryi0NrCt2BiDGgYCnsjCY6Hk034-t-IAhApBUqiqKnIREkKwt6jTLekEX9qRh1MxYprJgYKz16QTk/s320/Leighton+and+Hank+Mohawk+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641923834682450" border="0" /></a>After a bath with Daddy.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqObFIQJFw7wmFxIh8cZoNzbxUYdSYuTkT_fBgZ5y3tItyvvrgw2YTCzlLGiFGE8QI2eC9D8CxwXF_gcoXJ_wQZQnBOA-l8jiRMC5I4aW-PTerp6_d4M9dIIpJBMyb9JMeMDZv9xRP7g/s1600-h/first+half+July+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqObFIQJFw7wmFxIh8cZoNzbxUYdSYuTkT_fBgZ5y3tItyvvrgw2YTCzlLGiFGE8QI2eC9D8CxwXF_gcoXJ_wQZQnBOA-l8jiRMC5I4aW-PTerp6_d4M9dIIpJBMyb9JMeMDZv9xRP7g/s320/first+half+July+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366647071732495314" border="0" /></a>Hank with Mommy<br /><br /></div>P.S. I think this is what put me into labor. Natalie decided to give herself bangs the night before. The sad thing is that I was sitting with in 5 feet of her. She even came over to me and said "Mommy I think I need a hair cut. I think I want bangs" To which I replied, we can go get your hair cut after your recital in 2 weeks. At least she did a good job, you can hardly tell now but it looked like she had long sweeping bangs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfyQPAsxNC2plBsGQVT80pcovFUmE0IEsBAimvEDEg1q3ZOPtXaxmVRCjEyH23oEdIETzVCf0f5172IWAK1zKnvEmzi6Xzy82lSiC1-sNnfAZHh-QcxtT46GDBnZZZXbbWEFnkSOWFko/s1600-h/Natalie's+B+Day+and+Hanks+Birth+120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfyQPAsxNC2plBsGQVT80pcovFUmE0IEsBAimvEDEg1q3ZOPtXaxmVRCjEyH23oEdIETzVCf0f5172IWAK1zKnvEmzi6Xzy82lSiC1-sNnfAZHh-QcxtT46GDBnZZZXbbWEFnkSOWFko/s320/Natalie's+B+Day+and+Hanks+Birth+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366621184367715250" border="0" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-86176577721823010902009-02-03T11:04:00.000-08:002009-02-03T12:10:20.001-08:00It's a ........ BOY!We found out about two weeks ago that we are having a little boy in June! We are very excited and I have to say I am most excited about the possibility of being done making babies. Ask me in a few years and the answer may be a bit different. For now though, the idea of one of each makes me smile.<br />I have maintained my track record for predicting what I am going to have. I am 0-3. I thought Natalie and Laurel were certainly boys and I was convinced this one would be a girl. Oh well, at least my mother's intuition proved to be much better after Natalie came into this world.<br />So let the shopping and decorating begin! I have already picked out the crib bedding and have spent way too much time looking at little boy's clothes online. I have to say the best part about knowing we are going to have a little boy has to be Kenny's reaction. He always maintained that whatever the baby was he would be happy and I still believe that. But when the sonogram technician<span style="color:#ffff00;"> </span>said it was a boy he perked up and his chest puffed up a bit. I know he is so proud, and I feel I have fulfilled one of those "wifely duties" in giving my husband a son.<br />The morning we went in for the ultrasound I had an overwhelming feeling that the universe had something more to teach me. I would like to think that all the time I spent with the boys on the construction site has given me an edge in understanding and dealing with the opposite sex, but I am sure that being a mother to a boy will prove to be much more educational!<br />The two things that worry me most......<br />* The search for a name. Who knew there were so few boy names I like? Daddy is the third and I have pretty much put my foot down about having a Kenny IV. What would I call him anyway? I can hardly figure out what to call my husband most of the time. He's Kenny at home (he says Ken is his Dad's name) unless we are around his work colleagues in which case I always blow it and call him Kenny anyway. Oh well, I'm sure we'll come up with something, we have 4 months to figure it out.<br />* The new toys! I feel like our closets and attic are filled to the brim with Natalie's toys already, where are we going to put boy stuff? I don't think he will want to play tea party, princess, Barbies or Polly Pockets. I do have to admit I am looking forward to playing with Lego's and construction trucks though :)<br />However, despite my minor concerns as we venture into the unknown, I can't wait to meet this little guy. Who is he? What will he be like? Will he be as big a trouble maker as his daddy was? Yikes! I can't wait!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-28360241240631333572008-12-03T18:30:00.000-08:002008-12-04T13:17:10.418-08:00God sent us another little angelWe got a sneak peak at our little angel a few weeks ago, complete with <strong>halo</strong> and all. So cute, I can't wait to hold this precious baby in my arms! I thank God everyday for this opportunity, what a gift. I know this is probably the yolk sac but this sonogram picture is a happy perk of technology. We get to go again on December 10 to see this angel again. I can hardly wait.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275757883265404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfFsNzC4ovH4P01qBD_SuDSvtiaCNjsnf26zbjngpQyJLn200ArNheeM1vMcBj7xyrWW7WPHG9D8CgzRM5FM73RUQ6z9hQX9wLyKMHrmF1d6lIXmostxKuQpdRI2R-1R-TLh8qdDE4gM/s320/12-03-2008+08%3B05%3B14PMb.JPG" border="0" />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-88169589972713204892008-12-02T06:39:00.000-08:002008-12-02T07:06:06.491-08:00A couple of funny things Natalie has said lately.....Natalie has become quite entertaining lately. Here are a few things that struck me as hilarious.<br /><br />* Sunday Kenny took Natalie to the park in his truck. She was sitting in the back whispering something, the conversation went like this.<br />Natalie: "Psss Psss Psss"<br />Kenny: "What Natalie, speak up honey I can't hear you"<br />Natalie "Psss Psss Psss"<br />Kenny: "Natalie what is it? I can't hear you"<br />At this point Kenny pulls the car over hearing the urgency in her voice<br />Kenny: "Okay, tell me again, what are you saying"<br />Natalie still whispering: "Daddy, there's a bee on the window! Roll the window down, get it out"<br />Window rolls down, bee escapes.<br />Kenny: "Why were you whispering? "<br />Natalie: "I didn't want to talk louder and bother the bee, it might have stung me."<br /><br />* Last night Kenny commented on how Natalie needed her toenails trimmed.<br />Me: "Hold on, I'll go get the trimmers"<br />Kenny joking: "Nah, I'll just chew them off"<br />Natalie: "No Daddy, don't chew them off I need my toes"<br />Kenny : "You don't need your toes, what are you using them for?"<br />Natalie: " I am, I use them for wiggling!"<br /><br />I may think these are so funny because she is my daughter, regardless I thought I'd share.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-16270141598979587622008-11-17T17:33:00.000-08:002008-12-02T07:32:30.155-08:00Halloween... better late than neverI know, I know it seems like Halloween was forever ago but I have been really bad about posting. I can't omit this event from my blog, so here it goes. <div><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Natalie decided that she wanted to be Little Mermaid for Halloween about a month before the big day and cleverly tricked, eh hem, I mean asked her Mimi nicely to buy her the outfit for her. Thank you Pam :) We had two Halloween parties to attend prior to the big day. To each of these she was Little mermaid and wore her costume. I even spray painted her hair red! She looked cute but can I tell you that I am ready for her to want to dress up as something other than a princess? Disney has a strangle hold on my child, or so I thought.....</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Natalie decided about 4 hours before trick-or-treat time that she would like to be a cheerleader Halloween night. What's that? You want to change your costume last minute. Normally a mom would freak out and run around trying to get things together or just flat out say "no, sorry it's too late, we already have your costume". But we did actually have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cheerleader</span> costume she wore 2 years ago. How it still fit I have no idea but it did. I even had a big red bow and a pom-pom! I did have to run to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wal</span>-mart last minute to buy white tennis shoes. What cheerleader is complete with out white tennis shoes? And here you go ... two Halloween costumes. Both as cute as can be. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYa6XE4ARHS2ix9WUqFG9K4grwVmaCQ523bhI1Y7SjSKCpk_8dwOB_l1eRC70etiAX3gIGopXGvGtbhUdMekNFC8bkar4QuZjiFSo8vp6jAMzw2vrrGJnIkb0R1xknd9W68wml1f_W9WI/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+002.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ou1CB8-ApB2zKGfNC2MttzO5NX02jTp_pQccfEosPpf_3UywwjRlFim44CdJZ2wYuH38Mhis_5ia1CWIQY6OK9JbNJbtX7FVSeWtd4pvDTzX8eT1mSLnwlp156qlWmW-Dj8zK_WiuoY/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275215291791438754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ou1CB8-ApB2zKGfNC2MttzO5NX02jTp_pQccfEosPpf_3UywwjRlFim44CdJZ2wYuH38Mhis_5ia1CWIQY6OK9JbNJbtX7FVSeWtd4pvDTzX8eT1mSLnwlp156qlWmW-Dj8zK_WiuoY/s320/Halloween+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFUylmKEFNvpVeMYaYFtTJPQ6QBAsbrtWfxOug6SI2KI6kMdYm11zobgrSpzn2LquTJH9aT7I8083eaAVwfnJPj-AJWo-n8bry5e4vYiY8sI1z1A9hC4hVSspdA9D6Ax6m50pvesDsbA/s1600-h/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+292.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275215294609470674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFUylmKEFNvpVeMYaYFtTJPQ6QBAsbrtWfxOug6SI2KI6kMdYm11zobgrSpzn2LquTJH9aT7I8083eaAVwfnJPj-AJWo-n8bry5e4vYiY8sI1z1A9hC4hVSspdA9D6Ax6m50pvesDsbA/s320/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+292.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-82612972175703525032008-11-17T14:48:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:24:43.141-08:00Natalie Starts Dance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk26Ac8wmAuc9LYzFffhyphenhyphenUFeZJ1SdgU92-C8URNUHKbbczfBhAH8TKHgKZym3n7CEpoSAQbqndwuGfi17docg8_f7JKTTiqvOynAF5wtsyxSrkevnCR8ssSIXqdXf1g6_mCnWzekFp8UA/s1600-h/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764824924560866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk26Ac8wmAuc9LYzFffhyphenhyphenUFeZJ1SdgU92-C8URNUHKbbczfBhAH8TKHgKZym3n7CEpoSAQbqndwuGfi17docg8_f7JKTTiqvOynAF5wtsyxSrkevnCR8ssSIXqdXf1g6_mCnWzekFp8UA/s320/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDdxFB6bkOogRJB94sBoorRQyCt2bra46cWflm3U2ClF5gPaXsZ3EisXyGjOK0b7I7wdDBPU23z6M4plY3JOU3OzkJ6xMGqHoTDatgsaZe3VHxqtPaYxBt4wRGEMj6RhXA4FVwUseJKw/s1600-h/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+090.jpg"></a></p><br /><div>Natalie started dance in late September. She does 20 minutes of tap and 20 minutes of ballet. She really likes it and it is so cute to watch all of the girls together. Most of the girls in her class go to the same preschool so they get to see eachother more often. They all get along really well. She has a recital performance in June. I hear these are really cute and I can't wait. Hopefully I won't be in the hospital giving birth and I will be able to see it! That would be a real bummer to miss. </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Cux-9UQTXftyqFDrsbOCiqQM0eEoDiA5-YCj40IVBB8bIBNyi8TNljI7r87SDFb_2UpPZ3TpzRoFpoYds18-4UYrkL3H3UQnvrRWA2Bozw6Y_S_nk0uZuL6QRB8R4arh7hY6DPkwSaE/s1600-h/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764155173167570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Cux-9UQTXftyqFDrsbOCiqQM0eEoDiA5-YCj40IVBB8bIBNyi8TNljI7r87SDFb_2UpPZ3TpzRoFpoYds18-4UYrkL3H3UQnvrRWA2Bozw6Y_S_nk0uZuL6QRB8R4arh7hY6DPkwSaE/s320/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-2354182108520570992008-11-17T14:28:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:23:03.595-08:00Where Have I Been ???Hello, <div> </div><div>It has been forever since I last posted. I would be suprised if anyone is still bothering to check this site out. A lot has happened in the past 8 or so weeks. First and foremost, a topic which has consumed my every thought in that time............</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269767840105680258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD52fuyILuHxR7AHxI4Q6qJ4CQkEAkidgKpff7baJWjztbnfqQdTm02_pbjelTJNVLaCpsW9i448DraOu44XfbMOS56nyWspCxRv5vS2GgWho9NsPuZ-66_z9HSNigzamQOl68Dze5jcE/s320/Camera+Empty+Halloween+thru+voting+and+Bianca+visit+286.jpg" border="0" /><br />I'M PREGNANT AGAIN !!!!!!!!!!! Yeah! Baby is due June 24th. This date is quite interesting, my birthday is June 22nd and Natalie's dance recital is June 20th. I am just hoping that I don't miss her recital but I'm sure everything will work out okay!<br />Needless to say, we are overjoyed at our oportunity to bring another baby into our family! Thank God for blessing us. Thanks to all of our friends and family for praying for us. Please continue, we want nothing more than a healthy happy baby!<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-46290795874413599012008-10-02T06:58:00.000-07:002008-10-02T07:06:12.962-07:00Little Patriot<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dynTP2Wm4GlLdE5a5617Uk6EJmPlIT5wSk3a7S-v7s-rWPlTfXYFbxtK78x2mWhxempIK5LNw32JoaFBji0gw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Natalie <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprised</span> us yesterday evening when we were looking through her preschool folder. We saw that there was a paper with the pledge of allegiance on it and she started reciting it. Wow!</p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-15120618441610284432008-08-31T17:48:00.000-07:002008-08-31T19:16:17.348-07:00I'm so in love!I have to tell you, I have the best husband and daughter! Tonight we went for sushi and Natalie went with us. I knew she was an adventurous eater, but who knew she was this great? One of my all time biggest pet peeves is picky eaters, so in our rolls as parents Kenny and I strive to not exclaim when we don't care for something. Thanks especially to Kenny since he is the one with aversions to some foods. I mean when we got married he didn't like mustard. What? I think I would eat a cricket if it were covered in enough chocolate or spice. Yuck, did I just say that :)? Anyway, back to my wonderful daughter, she was not only great dinner company (inside voice, polite to waitress, ordered her own food, sat in her seat even at the end when Mommy & Daddy were finishing up and talking) OMG this would have been enough but this girl had to steal my heart again just like she has from the beginning. She ate SUSHI and liked it! She ate edamame and miso soup and exclaimed "Mommy can I have some more?" We were just sitting there, Natalie with her noodles and us with our sushi and she looks at us and says "can I have some of that", picks up a piece of volcano roll and puts it in her mouth. Aghh- heem, she just turned 3 years old!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240855841408853042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27xRYhfWxEEVQIC54VnG2MCSu6kUNm1GKvve00-eyVVC46lBgANekKsz1ZVx6WTTtrB81hTOwmpsh_eYVk4rfxlZ2gnazG-9_roDfFqtziQYuTcKsO1IjKVlHOa8LoomxHAwgTm0aDmw/s320/sushi+august+31+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240856091385561938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4nL4FntSZfRIBoIDIkanv5iwKLF0Y813rL0Vez4YBGown0nsCiYoKBFctumyA0fNI4-Br-D9DleNp9KwXQAoPiDHwar8oEGSjbYslfvpTXk27JFNrfwn8NKRx01F0qoSq-fuP8INlec/s320/sushi+august+31+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240856448173774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZJt9TBpv0JaBHIzut6aHfx3_NpqrAr5i91tdBvC6WUyEbKEHH2h9oxF4pvAgECVUGa0UylS9tQSHxg_zudzsLi0fAaIF_yFbJCg_eiDUpUENr9jLiW1SAaZy9tfqT8Mq-8j3dt_Wx1s/s320/sushi+august+31+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Okay, okay maybe I'm bragging a bit, but that is my right as a parent, right? And what better place than here? I am so thrilled knowing how her open mind will serve her in her life. Yeah for her! Yeah for us that we can have a dinner like this. Yeah that Natalie has an open mind, this is one of my great wishes for her in her life and tonight it was displayed to me ten fold.<br />So why am I so excited about a sushi dinner other than the aforementioned? Ken and I have started trying for another baby and I feel my time coming to a close. I must get my sushi and sake in now! I'm pretty sure you only crave things when you can't have them. My plan is to eat enough so I don't crave it when I can't have it.<br />Thank you to my family for such a wonderful night! I love you two!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-17554751737199217202008-08-25T17:54:00.000-07:002008-08-25T19:06:07.030-07:00Circus!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYPQ-0lCyVgv_25Qv-bphebHS5pvRCluz7_euQjVkIKsKpBRtYNgDrzhK1oP0wcq45C3KGEond1Ka5tD6-jWcOW9QTj_RLzQ2VZe0EQhHZoulXNXepWdSR2NF-MV8r-0Ost0iRFR5hyc/s1600-h/August+23-2008+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238640400932433714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYPQ-0lCyVgv_25Qv-bphebHS5pvRCluz7_euQjVkIKsKpBRtYNgDrzhK1oP0wcq45C3KGEond1Ka5tD6-jWcOW9QTj_RLzQ2VZe0EQhHZoulXNXepWdSR2NF-MV8r-0Ost0iRFR5hyc/s320/August+23-2008+082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238640757297284866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLB730HNS7cO-74I5OHgz6FbFfpn0EWLBiiS7QCV0OKAbwp-LSA9VhE-en1cUAo4zlWaKCusToVOzg0ct2yLgg8lrcVbhDhBnMJEiHO3guwzwWy0ZUui1jlgri3YuCBFjS7vktdxdJfcA/s320/August+23-2008+069.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div>Friday night we took Natalie to the Circus for the first time. We just thought she would have fun but she and we had a blast! It really is true about the circus being for kids of all ages. Who knew elephants and clowns could be so entertaining? </div><br /><br /><br /><div>We got there early so we could see the animal open house and the pre-show. We got to see an elephant paint, dogs do tricks, acrobats and a hula girl. This was a lot of fun too. We were right down on the floor of the Frank Erwin center and up close and personal with the performers and animals. Can I just say I want to pet an elephant? They are amazing animals. Natalie said she wanted one for a pet and for a second I thought "That would be so cool, we should buy some land". Then I remembered I pay people to come scoop my two dog's poop out of the yard. I don't think Dog Duty does elephants.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Natalie was looking forward to seeing tigers and elephants so when the show began with just performers dancing this is what I was hearing...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>"Mommy I don't like this show, I don't like it at all."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We explained to her that the circus was ever changing and that the animals were soon to come. Here is what she looked like when the animals finally came out. I guess this is the beside yourself look?</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238628158375276546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lkcojJi9ksoB32_ez1bI-jUOEVGi2hFFkGNjko0vaKqbpquJzVO69K30EOK06WSNqBsH3jggoz0pyU_FunVrDBkAtD1ruW_xBvVdPfRyEt7xeh1rC24v4ZW9D05TKLw9FBVtCVfDNCM/s320/August+23-2008+083.jpg" border="0" /> The most hilarious thing about this whole thing was that Natalie learned how to "cheer" at an event. The clowns wanted to everyone to make noise so everyone was clapping and "whooo-hoooing". Natalie looked at me like "what is going on?" I told her she could scream too. She took me literally" ..... "Aggghhhhh" like you are scared out of your mind or someone just jumped out at you. This is how she started. By the end of the show she was "whoooo-hooooing" along with everyone else. She is so smart, she learned how to conform. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>By the end of the circus, we had eaten cotton candy (a must), a hot dog, nachos, and three waters. We also purchased a light up toy for Natalie and a stuffed elephant which Natalie later named Ellie. Kenny and I could have had a pretty nice sushi dinner for the cash we shelled out this night. It was worth it though. We all had a great time and I will gladly go again next year.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-81064069268148310832008-08-11T13:39:00.000-07:002008-08-11T14:15:12.901-07:00You Call That an Awning?!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233370478456143058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="222" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0NN-hqeKMZbEtetFOhBbYiwST_yJP6Z6Wsf5FCug7EvwfndXKAzaWLkE79ZVsgfIDR3gGBcSnpP8f3_b6cMWga2gnu-R3yr89XI13bdl0P-Df1raWnkPtKWA0sKdSvUOKzOkRZoFt0Q/s320/awning+004.jpg" width="320" border="0" />My neighbors next door have decided they need some more shade outside one of their windows. Unfortunately for me this window is right outside one of MY windows. They have "fashioned" an awning after several attempts at other devices including an outdoor umbrella that looked like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">palapa</span> except instead of thatching it was made of beige <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">trash bag</span> material. I wish that had worked out since this "Awning" is all I see now out my dining room window. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Even though</span> this has to be against the H.O.A. guidelines I cannot complain because I am the only unfortunate one who can see it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233368578238056754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_HKu-h2sZCCZswt5a3YIRtpyNE0c91MbicBGgLHT9OfxKpSBHc1BVR32eiqj9G1rvmEtlJiIiSmLL9wKkwXYRpDM96-r7RyfMVNdPU999Y_Y7uEd56KAaLjhymGxnirLBoyR-iOMUzls/s320/awning+005.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Now I am showing you these pictures but I'm sure they probably have a patent on this design so don't run off and copy them. This is some fine craftsmanship! You know you have a quality product when it is tied in place with string to your nearby bushes. I think the two different materials and sagging cost extra. Now, other than the drought we are in I have another reason to wish for a big rainstorm. I'm pretty sure a strong wind could take this thing out. Until then I will continue to laugh at it instead of let it bother me :) Come on rain!</div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233368280860239314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3-s95YpSTi-AkREIE9onaSIcW96ANrhXUkUjpp31TKTDyUre8y7iGNZr81bkxJoVSoXV4mBOLyuR2_kzRv_fadLWv47fojS2uKxM2CsaUmUuCDdQyYi9LEEG_1FjgAuYyQu-FzOLjwM/s320/awning+001.jpg" border="0" /></p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-64124910958297878642008-08-08T14:21:00.000-07:002008-08-11T13:38:57.913-07:00Laurel KateSo I can't in good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">conscience</span> continue this blog until I address a huge part of my life that I have lost. My precious second daughter, Laurel Kate, was stillborn at 24 weeks on May 24, 2008. She was 1 pound 7 ounces and 12 inches long. I miss her so much. I wish I could hold her again. I couldn't imagine that this could happen to me, to us. I couldn't imagine that I would have the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">strength</span> to endure this. Thank God for my husband, he is such an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">excellent</span> man. If my life flashed before my eyes, the two images that I know would flash would be of him holding Natalie for the first time and Laurel for the first time. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Even though</span> Laurel was only 24 weeks old she looked so much like her older sister. She was just perfect. Her perfect little feet were the size of my thumbprint. I will forever cherish the time we had together and I have faith that we will be reunited with her one day.<br /><br /><br />I was so excited that I was going to have another baby girl to love and that Natalie would have a sister to grow up with. Natalie was so aware of what was going on with me, Laurel taught Natalie about how she grew in mommy's tummy too. I am so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grateful</span> to her for that.<br /><br />We are managing day to day and it is getting easier to have happy feelings about her than just sad all the time. I am looking forward to a second chance. What I learned most from this whole life experience is that I want another baby. I haven't been the type that says how much she loves being pregnant. I am usually somewhere on the opposite side of the spectrum. Hating how my face is broken out and my boobs have their own gravitational pull. I was excited that I would be done having babies by 30. Now all of that is out of the window, I can actually say that I am looking forward to being pregnant again! Maybe that is what I am supposed to learn from this whole experience. I love being a mom, maybe I can learn to love being pregnant if God blesses me with another chance.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Remembering <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiQ_kIPr00obtwRaSDEK0knS9bX3FaD-5UnTeX22CqHTGP0alFBb3aNuH93l1o817NmLezTUVUpxn5-pX01RvzjJkTV0CHogrmjh0hgTFQ8Nu15fxPvzzmlRZIF0lcXi8O5bigH64wQY/s1600-h/angelinthebookoflifedaughter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233361260163259010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="196" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiQ_kIPr00obtwRaSDEK0knS9bX3FaD-5UnTeX22CqHTGP0alFBb3aNuH93l1o817NmLezTUVUpxn5-pX01RvzjJkTV0CHogrmjh0hgTFQ8Nu15fxPvzzmlRZIF0lcXi8O5bigH64wQY/s400/angelinthebookoflifedaughter.jpg" width="296" border="0" /></a><br /></strong>Go ahead and mention my child.<br />The one that died you know.<br />Don’t worry about hurting me further.<br />The depth of my pain doesn’t show.<br />Don’t worry about making me cry.<br />I’m already crying inside.<br />Help me to heal by releasing,<br />The tears that I try to hide.<br />I’m hurt when you just keep silent,<br />Pretending she didn’t exist.<br />I’d rather you mention my child,<br />Knowing that she will be missed.<br />You asked me how I was doing.<br />I say “pretty good” or “fine”.<br />But healing is something ongoing.<br />I feel it will take a life time.<br /><br /> Author unknownSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278465055567189389.post-70397024076298199292008-08-07T15:43:00.001-07:002008-08-09T17:54:50.912-07:00First PostThis is my first post, I am brand new to this thing. Some of my friends said I needed a blog and after thinking "no way, why would I ever need a blog? Who would read it?" I decided that maybe I really do need one. If everyone else can so can I :).<br />I met my husband, Kenny to me but Ken to the professional world, in college at Texas A&M. Okay here come the Aggie jokes. He was in a fraternity and I was in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sorority</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TKE</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">XO</span> respectively) and we met through my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">roommate</span>. I fell in love with him on a date party trip to New Orleans. Cheesy but that is what happened. We knew <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">each other</span> for a while before but this trip sealed the deal. We were married September 8, 2001. Mind you that is 3 days prior to 9-11. We left a day later for our honeymoon than we planned because the plane we were supposed to take the day after the wedding had hydraulic brake problems and they cancelled the flight. Thus we went home drank a bunch of wine and opened all our wedding presents. That was a ton of fun. Our shuttle to the airport came at 3am the next morning so the mimosa in first class was great! We honeymooned in the Bahamas (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">b.t.w</span>. I don't care to vacation there again). The company on our honeymoon was great but the morning after we got there 9-11 happened. After we finished breakfast we noticed the Bahamians and everyone else were freaking out. The airports were closed and we were stuck. Wow, I can't believe that was almost 7 years ago!<br /><br /><br />So back to the US finally and on with our married life. We bought our house pretty soon after we married and spent the next 3 years <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">DINKing</span> it up. (Dual Income No Kids). Fixing up the house, going out, and spending money whenever we felt like it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLJl69V76dCm-rjXte-dciPBTGyQ_3X_zjSlrGR5w0g47S5vYrrEef1Oy8aomoEr7h8pf0IH-HO5Ayb2Xjo_phpKvZF0CO4GtxOzw__jGCk2jscS3CZ0iIeW69kf93gSkkgg6D6ocVgc/s1600-h/Natalie,Mom+%26+Dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231917653201763010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="213" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLJl69V76dCm-rjXte-dciPBTGyQ_3X_zjSlrGR5w0g47S5vYrrEef1Oy8aomoEr7h8pf0IH-HO5Ayb2Xjo_phpKvZF0CO4GtxOzw__jGCk2jscS3CZ0iIeW69kf93gSkkgg6D6ocVgc/s320/Natalie,Mom+%26+Dad.jpg" width="260" border="0" /></a> Then came the best <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">surprise</span> ever.....<br />NATALIE! Our 3 year old daughter. Born May 29, 2005 weighing in at 7 lbs. 15 oz. Here we are when she was about 5 months old. She is the cutest and smartest little girl if I do say so myself. Wise beyond her years. She started speaking whole sentences by the time she was 18 months and telling stories by 2 years. At 3 she is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">definitely</span> a chatter box. This fact has made me realize that when a child asks "why" over and over again to all of your answers, 99% of the time it all boils down to "because of physics". To this I usually get an "oh" or "okay" and that is the end of that. She is fearless which makes me worry about her teenage years which will be here faster than I want. If these last three are any indication, time is going to fly by from here on out. Hopefully we will all make it through her teenage years relatively unharmed and she will go to college and grow up. Yikes, I am going to miss her so much when she leaves the nest. Kenny thinks she should be a doctor but I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">convinced</span> this little one will own her own construction company one day. If I could teach her anything I want her to know that she can do anything she puts her mind to. I like to think maybe I blazed a trail she can follow one day. Here is a picture of our Natalie now :) I think she may like princesses. She is the best thing that has happened to us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">definitely</span>! She has made my life so much happier and strange as it may sound, much easier to bear the hard things in life. Family is great that way, I am learning that more and more on my journey through life. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpkYJq1shb9BAlrCAl80j5AZ06iojpWul95j2FVu0N2KhyNrqWTd1lw37PgopUyv_pvhy0kjL0U-bPwdLZekDlWZ9lRVj2wHDQSLxqA7YGoT2zhwsybXyXmM9v8tQui4cQqEHdXMUcG0/s1600-h/Card+Empty+6-12-08+159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231977007305685282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpkYJq1shb9BAlrCAl80j5AZ06iojpWul95j2FVu0N2KhyNrqWTd1lw37PgopUyv_pvhy0kjL0U-bPwdLZekDlWZ9lRVj2wHDQSLxqA7YGoT2zhwsybXyXmM9v8tQui4cQqEHdXMUcG0/s320/Card+Empty+6-12-08+159.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPh9SdVbRtCk75s2cDfcb8d3TjQ-XWKPaG4A9-ljQhzqN_CxiTfBEtKErc8sXcNfEDo2ieJu2pm9_nyrQs0BeHkpnaz8iABuphAGVGpH0V7T0oOg9BnTnWbHDjNiMrlFssT8pjS1uakQ/s1600-h/Card+Empty+6-12-08+177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976510231012722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPh9SdVbRtCk75s2cDfcb8d3TjQ-XWKPaG4A9-ljQhzqN_CxiTfBEtKErc8sXcNfEDo2ieJu2pm9_nyrQs0BeHkpnaz8iABuphAGVGpH0V7T0oOg9BnTnWbHDjNiMrlFssT8pjS1uakQ/s320/Card+Empty+6-12-08+177.jpg" width="281" border="0" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13289366412550078122noreply@blogger.com4