tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91509748404830462452024-02-18T19:30:41.932-08:00Fat and happySarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-31256733561593457502014-09-10T23:52:00.001-07:002014-09-10T23:54:38.272-07:00Photo Book<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" height="425" width="425"><param name="movie" value="https://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="configXMLURL=https://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=https://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0QaM2TNoyZs1cl&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="configXMLURL=https://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=https://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0QaM2TNoyZs1cl&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true" src="https://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"></embed></object><br />
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Amelia" one day a pony was flying in sky, it bumped into a bird 'Boo'. And it fell from the sky splashing into cows milk. And she said sorry"</div>
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Normally the kids chase frogs and toads, bunnies and squirrels. But
today they found two monarch butterflies. I am sure they were already
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Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-37048091876453667622014-08-25T08:41:00.001-07:002014-08-26T11:15:37.783-07:00Wesley's first day of preschoolThe kids first day of school and the house caught on fire, phone rang to say Millie ran away, and I accidentally cooked dirty socks in waffle iron and sent them to school for wesley's waffle sandwich and then I woke up. Phew...<br />
I am so grateful that today was nothing like that but instead filled with excitement and only a few tears. He loved his first day of school and made lots of new friends. He was a upset about not getting to ride the bus home the first day and very tired. But overall a great day.<br />
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Our little Amelia is a high maintenance baby. She fooled us the first month or so by being so perfect, but ever since she started teething ( at 2 1/2 months), she demands me me me all the time. (And yes she really started teething that early the bottom teeth were fully popped thru by her 3 month birthday and two weeks later her top four popped thru and by four months she had 8 teeth. Watch out cause she is a vampire and will bite. She has always had a strong attachment to her mommy. Around 6-7 months she started having breath holding spells. <a href="http://www.webmd.com/parenting/tc/breath-holding-spells-topic-overview">http://www.webmd.com/parenting/tc/breath-holding-spells-topic-overview</a><br />
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She generally has them when I walk away from her. The first time it happened I was holding her and set her down at my feet to start cooking dinner. She let out a short single whine nothing else. I figured she was fine till I felt a tug on my pant leg and heard a thud. I turned to see her blue and passed out on the floor. She was only out for a few seconds. A few days later she was playing on the floor and I walked upstairs. I hear a thud, turn to find her in a seizing and losing consciousness. Rushed her into the doctor only to be told it was bhs and I needed to see a psychiatrist. She was only doing it for attention and to manipulate us. Screw you doc, but she has no control over. Whit thought I was exaggerating and a hypochondriac, till he witnessed it as well. There is nothing to do for them and children will grow out of it, around 6 to 8. WHAT???? years of this. NO THANK YOU. I keep an eye out for them but try not to rush to her, if it is bad I will hold her until she is back and then set her back down.<br />
On to today... Amelia has been sick off and on with a fever and a cough. Yesterday she had a fever and was real lethargic. She was following me down the stairs. I reached the bottom of the stairs, turn to see her start a spell. And in my worst parenting moment, I am not able to catch her before she tumbles down the stairs. She is unconscious, gains consciousness and then immediately as another spell. We rush her in, she gets an x-ray. I am so grateful she is alive and no serious injuries. Black eyes heal and bruises fade. For now I can't take my eyes off of her.<br />
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<br />Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-54538052570838169732014-08-20T03:54:00.000-07:002014-08-20T03:54:07.093-07:00Life through rose colored glasses....not here, but I sure want outsiders to only see the positive. Yet life isn't always so positive. My apologies to those really close who get an earful of the downs / stressors in my life. And let's face it married life with kids has it's share of them even for the seemly perfect family. I really dislike the airing of dirty laundry publicly and I don't ever want my kids to be scarred by something I couldn't handle. They are kids after all. But as I was talking with my sister, I realized just how important some things are. Not because you are trying to get attention or embarrass other but because you and others in similar situations (and them) need to know the strength you gained from enduring. I sure wish my mom had left more specific details about the struggles and health issues I had as a child. As I looked over my neglected blog, the real issues that we have been dealing with have been passed over and the highlights of " normalcy" are in their place. Issues that are infact our lives. Issues of being developmentally delayed, autism spectrum, involuntary breathe holding spells, sensory processing disorder, ADHD, and childhood apraxia of speech, As I try to recap before I forget they will not be in any particular order.Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-86967490602458214602013-03-31T19:01:00.001-07:002013-03-31T19:01:06.079-07:00CookiesWe love pb cookies mostly for the pure simplicity and ease. The kids have the perfect mixing ratio, (where as I usually over mix). I love their excitement as they watch the cookies bake. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCdvoc7nTfXAr6pVn44pIKF6I3KZSHfD89R7KcFmQ_J5aPyDBN0zB6RJ8gRLo5o59Vl6Oucw25OEOloTBCznJglIMQrFGO_6uRLwgtezibOZIqKyKEqddFY24u_X30RWCd7-WJ3O_uC8/s640/blogger-image-1626798679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCdvoc7nTfXAr6pVn44pIKF6I3KZSHfD89R7KcFmQ_J5aPyDBN0zB6RJ8gRLo5o59Vl6Oucw25OEOloTBCznJglIMQrFGO_6uRLwgtezibOZIqKyKEqddFY24u_X30RWCd7-WJ3O_uC8/s640/blogger-image-1626798679.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhD3Dw1PzxGO5WlEtYjzD-33bD0AIiyzboWDdTpxxqxI74q5Sry0Twaq3CQguFgxjamWqMJIuk7l9rH48Pfh-RLVw3ZpyXMHXTxXORYtglCnF-cLq7yfR_AaIHINAcFz0zMOi3Yo_zJ7E/s640/blogger-image-48503866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhD3Dw1PzxGO5WlEtYjzD-33bD0AIiyzboWDdTpxxqxI74q5Sry0Twaq3CQguFgxjamWqMJIuk7l9rH48Pfh-RLVw3ZpyXMHXTxXORYtglCnF-cLq7yfR_AaIHINAcFz0zMOi3Yo_zJ7E/s640/blogger-image-48503866.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04tkZ-qiRAzmcpoJ5o7zMDtVEsHXfH0bj5K0MATt7NIMd9erLmAOSR0p3BJvsGjfbzUjSTzZBGE4bYSG_tY9bXjqnko65vnDE4mohMXkjvnU3XVgq444ihigNmzsHTI7UQHHdo9fXC94/s640/blogger-image--1067140665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04tkZ-qiRAzmcpoJ5o7zMDtVEsHXfH0bj5K0MATt7NIMd9erLmAOSR0p3BJvsGjfbzUjSTzZBGE4bYSG_tY9bXjqnko65vnDE4mohMXkjvnU3XVgq444ihigNmzsHTI7UQHHdo9fXC94/s640/blogger-image--1067140665.jpg" /></a></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-53573952547158654032013-03-31T18:41:00.001-07:002013-03-31T18:53:16.284-07:00Dyeing Easter eggs I wanted to dye Easter eggs but the I could only imagine the spillage would be greater than than the coloring of eggs. But luckily Pinterest came to the rescue. Now it sure was messier but the kids loved it and clean up was a breeze. Plus nothing else was dyed. It became a combination of fingerprinting and egg dyeing. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcqzlm0F0NEOfEtqnWpnqXPKw0wuv3zsqijhM8py5SMnrSwm8kDSH2fkwJH8Yi9bSwvctE9Kmm8xLYzUOXFTy8JMVaGwEgUjN96fq6nueP0XVT1h1hRtK3wCEu92cTH-LhpNY3ROQ6vg/s640/blogger-image--679640648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcqzlm0F0NEOfEtqnWpnqXPKw0wuv3zsqijhM8py5SMnrSwm8kDSH2fkwJH8Yi9bSwvctE9Kmm8xLYzUOXFTy8JMVaGwEgUjN96fq6nueP0XVT1h1hRtK3wCEu92cTH-LhpNY3ROQ6vg/s640/blogger-image--679640648.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MiIwH8ZFUPpZlpLG0RA2TgEfQNDv_CxPB33X8ytR3DzA0enGR7xermqfCU7GD_oQeU97i23Sq-bl0q0wuhqC-IspVQdrafdcnK-tAQClG-aOpm7pKF4mdpWgeLAo9EGIYBpdvtR6Otg/s640/blogger-image-2109052290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MiIwH8ZFUPpZlpLG0RA2TgEfQNDv_CxPB33X8ytR3DzA0enGR7xermqfCU7GD_oQeU97i23Sq-bl0q0wuhqC-IspVQdrafdcnK-tAQClG-aOpm7pKF4mdpWgeLAo9EGIYBpdvtR6Otg/s640/blogger-image-2109052290.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJluGiaOJRbj2dMjWsOj8sFn0JkobAKZ3FhvIlvSrpdb3nI0VDqzKk6akKB62KWAtiRBfLebg3DTk2cgfH-ksRki8LFuR9DTvjj5LWyj5lcS5lpELmD3KqTYiFIObaGc3zf3uasHAcdg/s640/blogger-image-2046797173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJluGiaOJRbj2dMjWsOj8sFn0JkobAKZ3FhvIlvSrpdb3nI0VDqzKk6akKB62KWAtiRBfLebg3DTk2cgfH-ksRki8LFuR9DTvjj5LWyj5lcS5lpELmD3KqTYiFIObaGc3zf3uasHAcdg/s640/blogger-image-2046797173.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqLKh-OMHatp_i4pC3LnN_HmN0e4aCeqispRux5tEoPl1aA2nF_YJ7mjloS_AyyjdCi6AabrdmHDOa-ZDf1BE4Qup8imiNx4mmq_OfNp_Cn7BhCKHOHWy_478skQr0swZMlpAuo4x3Zc/s640/blogger-image-922781897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqLKh-OMHatp_i4pC3LnN_HmN0e4aCeqispRux5tEoPl1aA2nF_YJ7mjloS_AyyjdCi6AabrdmHDOa-ZDf1BE4Qup8imiNx4mmq_OfNp_Cn7BhCKHOHWy_478skQr0swZMlpAuo4x3Zc/s640/blogger-image-922781897.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggY9_elvDiEMbwM6iTlEuVtLmI4lnkrB8Hjo8FKP5dPE5fWSWQ87BSCJaonr_aDRSrKgr3otMQD5L_SRwHlxuUHiwQXqSwPKeyHkGXxOwGhFjO612QVPzhvrRTqXxJfSgTHiwofJAX6E8/s640/blogger-image--204903101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggY9_elvDiEMbwM6iTlEuVtLmI4lnkrB8Hjo8FKP5dPE5fWSWQ87BSCJaonr_aDRSrKgr3otMQD5L_SRwHlxuUHiwQXqSwPKeyHkGXxOwGhFjO612QVPzhvrRTqXxJfSgTHiwofJAX6E8/s640/blogger-image--204903101.jpg" /></a></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-37130109573239456492013-03-24T03:22:00.001-07:002013-03-24T03:23:00.323-07:00Pity party, table for one pleaseI realized today how fast my little kiddos are growing up and just how much I am missing with each one. I feel like I am losing out on the greatest moments of their life because I am always busy in the background cooking or cleaning or trying to have everything perfect. Mostly in slow motion because my brain is to tired and fried to be clearly organized or remember where I put anything. Now this might be better if things were getting done or if I had something to show for it. A clean house, or great meals on the table, perfect kids, a perfect birthday party, or even a good looking me... But nope. I got nada. Instead I don the mommy perfume ( baby spit) going on day 3 or 4 of not showering. That once was pulled back hair has now been pulled out by the kids , still in my Pjs because they are the only things that fit cause I am now 40 lbs overweight. And my kids may or may not have the berries washed off their faces from meal time. And poor Charli wants to eat again. It is a far cry from mental picture in my head of how life should be. I look around and feel like everyone is moving on and going somewhere (with their perfect hair, slender bodies and clean house), while I look like i just got out of bed after a late night. And the house is about to be swallowed up in dirty dishes and laundry. <br />
Charli is going to be 4 months in a week, Amelia is now two and Wesley is three and in sunbeams. All I really want to do is sit and read with my kids, play trucks with Wesley or house with Millie. Or just sit and talk with Charli and soak in all her smiles. And I want pictures to capture it all. I can't even remember the milestones for a four month old or what it is we should be working on. And secretly I don't do tummy time like I should because the thought of her crawling around and then running is too much for me to handle. Wesley and Amelia no longer have craft time each day. I can't find the time to sit and work with them on their letters or colors, but we have an app for that. (tis with shame that I admit that). Parenting is now 50 % us and 50% iPhone /iPad. There is so much to teach them and yet an electronic tablet is doing it instead of me. Don't get me wrong I love the iPad / iPhone. I just wish there was an app that would clean my house put good food on the table instead. If only.....Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-71548528953308305012013-03-19T09:26:00.001-07:002013-03-19T09:26:02.893-07:00Waiting for Wesley to finish his timeout. <br />
You would think friends like this wouldn't mind sleeping in the same room, but nope. We are still working on that transition. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrGh73Bbp1AVU3t7GawctDCVSgieF1WYlEDFHWmNyadsTigq-LJQQKuWqWfDTiouOUkqradyTzyev_aqZpw3HsPnFSi0rDvRNGSpFVR-Co94fsmfGDLdh1if1Zp0ybGnAAdvsG6FxOVU/s640/blogger-image-1239478967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrGh73Bbp1AVU3t7GawctDCVSgieF1WYlEDFHWmNyadsTigq-LJQQKuWqWfDTiouOUkqradyTzyev_aqZpw3HsPnFSi0rDvRNGSpFVR-Co94fsmfGDLdh1if1Zp0ybGnAAdvsG6FxOVU/s640/blogger-image-1239478967.jpg" /></a></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-31837781300321873032013-03-12T21:03:00.001-07:002013-03-12T21:03:59.581-07:00He can't sleep without them. I have noticed that his bed collection is growing though. the easiest way to get him to sleep is to offer him a trade of a truck for 15 min. He chooses bed every time. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurlTUTiQgjxAxQTwW4ioijsdMrUeDeggqx_WzSKFS2d6EHW1hHY66ho8JpUUzCvK3-be7tJpWEsVdj2JC1qUsLgtnDAluqP3Qq1-h9H3q1GMmxmQU0G0TTqPT748mh9l7m0nQhyphenhyphen3VKpw/s640/blogger-image-1682884494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurlTUTiQgjxAxQTwW4ioijsdMrUeDeggqx_WzSKFS2d6EHW1hHY66ho8JpUUzCvK3-be7tJpWEsVdj2JC1qUsLgtnDAluqP3Qq1-h9H3q1GMmxmQU0G0TTqPT748mh9l7m0nQhyphenhyphen3VKpw/s640/blogger-image-1682884494.jpg" /></a></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-82397063197664157392013-03-10T04:52:00.001-07:002013-03-12T20:56:05.896-07:00Amelia's first tea partyThe guest have all arrived and she has prepared and cooked her very first tea party. I hope to be invited some day. And get more than yucky soup ;) <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX2pqm0c9wvdk4_7l13qb3LKNTjX896xW_zuu5neQclNV3PjGtInmulgUecZwXxxA1azSztVCPbSadjehWxL1Z6PMG_yqNKAZ8Z6DIRT17EzsafA2kIm-MCzi58PqfBrv762pjvH66lg/s640/blogger-image-825781134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX2pqm0c9wvdk4_7l13qb3LKNTjX896xW_zuu5neQclNV3PjGtInmulgUecZwXxxA1azSztVCPbSadjehWxL1Z6PMG_yqNKAZ8Z6DIRT17EzsafA2kIm-MCzi58PqfBrv762pjvH66lg/s640/blogger-image-825781134.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MnVbQrpvr0P8ku7-IBl0t6u-LHB7eO1jI6w72wKi-h1soaKf8giBd4t2JKkUyqhvbldR-YjA60YRq4C1mFTcnCSPab_mvrYrEHD6Gk0JqF3hsncit0-1ZeUWewzIP3WDyNtvAA4hIfs/s640/blogger-image-1391651081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MnVbQrpvr0P8ku7-IBl0t6u-LHB7eO1jI6w72wKi-h1soaKf8giBd4t2JKkUyqhvbldR-YjA60YRq4C1mFTcnCSPab_mvrYrEHD6Gk0JqF3hsncit0-1ZeUWewzIP3WDyNtvAA4hIfs/s640/blogger-image-1391651081.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFwpCdMv6XQ_bx5G3FgiSw3H4b9GKoQH1uceQ-ubBj2C2OGPlGSm0BlSBNOLZOrjkBq3ih2JeLYjXNrQPwe-suhRYmiuio2d8eTJ2Y6DE6GF9y9eOQGKnVvVVYf8KohG6RYxfJTQ-Xv0/s640/blogger-image-524466006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFwpCdMv6XQ_bx5G3FgiSw3H4b9GKoQH1uceQ-ubBj2C2OGPlGSm0BlSBNOLZOrjkBq3ih2JeLYjXNrQPwe-suhRYmiuio2d8eTJ2Y6DE6GF9y9eOQGKnVvVVYf8KohG6RYxfJTQ-Xv0/s640/blogger-image-524466006.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqcEEgWCiH-dHPtnHedyLFUl-Zhhw0xEw_-gT6K2FEN5kFsFFP3jVdd67fsryx4ybpE-zEecAXK2lpRWvJgrNaJrgJWlOhUpE6eBHFlxATqaUsWcExXBTPPjM_-4JQYXpu7XdoKzoKyQ/s640/blogger-image--756029448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqcEEgWCiH-dHPtnHedyLFUl-Zhhw0xEw_-gT6K2FEN5kFsFFP3jVdd67fsryx4ybpE-zEecAXK2lpRWvJgrNaJrgJWlOhUpE6eBHFlxATqaUsWcExXBTPPjM_-4JQYXpu7XdoKzoKyQ/s640/blogger-image--756029448.jpg" /></a></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-61272037484285228632013-03-08T18:17:00.001-08:002013-03-08T18:20:35.432-08:00Let's get back to bloggingSadly I don't have time to write a real post, but here is picture of today in attempt for me to get back on the ball.<br />
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width: 221px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XAGX-sOOl67BTZOYA-XCtfE_fwLQoQw_9UA_m0Go4dOLyRyT8IqcRT5z6uY9-YsyeXiIEv3LYTF29juDBEYIirNQ6hmu3jLJhg0HgnSlHTg61dRuDY7z55YPSb-pLzeKCu2XambsRuY/s320/DSC00718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593861364730030658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 25- Meeting the big brother<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga_LFin-YTWjgAhg8bs6ncZtbRbWReArr6AC03V0IWgvNQclzSZkvqBHolKKsYqDrSD7_fsKDu67zd-aVVAXAhPp8yy-aot9EBHVxzYLApPE97oADRrr_ZXENHiuUuluDmFQFWRpUoLs/s1600/DSC00742.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga_LFin-YTWjgAhg8bs6ncZtbRbWReArr6AC03V0IWgvNQclzSZkvqBHolKKsYqDrSD7_fsKDu67zd-aVVAXAhPp8yy-aot9EBHVxzYLApPE97oADRrr_ZXENHiuUuluDmFQFWRpUoLs/s320/DSC00742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593871902530685058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcL705-G_blNsthpOXXhZIGcKq4KRrZs57Ax3eqEQZvHLeWBuHN3hfOB2UNXRtz8golKhJkKGYFA85Oo6mKx9b8kCedjI_miD6rE3vx1zYnMrU9JM6RAWdjkkLa2eO3yAer4ZKqL1U2s/s1600/DSC00774.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcL705-G_blNsthpOXXhZIGcKq4KRrZs57Ax3eqEQZvHLeWBuHN3hfOB2UNXRtz8golKhJkKGYFA85Oo6mKx9b8kCedjI_miD6rE3vx1zYnMrU9JM6RAWdjkkLa2eO3yAer4ZKqL1U2s/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593864496441857954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 26- Grandma Adams and Amelia on the first day home<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBR_wHoLtfmeXR-73DuEmodNpqr_zSHtd2nlWarH-4OSSqWhX6gJPb0vFaZOO_QT8Qd0Ewvb8jtXxdSlZn5P02YwDhj8vN-cicT01RiOOkMEglUc8GR6fniWtyfgRwl7wO5y4dDuKN50/s1600/DSC00790.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBR_wHoLtfmeXR-73DuEmodNpqr_zSHtd2nlWarH-4OSSqWhX6gJPb0vFaZOO_QT8Qd0Ewvb8jtXxdSlZn5P02YwDhj8vN-cicT01RiOOkMEglUc8GR6fniWtyfgRwl7wO5y4dDuKN50/s320/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593865514053650802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 27 - Fresh after a sponge bath<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigifHNJnkuWd8Sh4uIXI28Na7-C1p8D76EBiF7KEcah4DYAtVWZPuMr6C71NY1YmHFFtFa-d7QXlQ6zHGMB8awsEf1RsEli2kfYPuzIzHX2J5dg4LNyJKAWZgkveoKpoQu0PiXX4KIirU/s1600/DSC00829.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigifHNJnkuWd8Sh4uIXI28Na7-C1p8D76EBiF7KEcah4DYAtVWZPuMr6C71NY1YmHFFtFa-d7QXlQ6zHGMB8awsEf1RsEli2kfYPuzIzHX2J5dg4LNyJKAWZgkveoKpoQu0PiXX4KIirU/s320/DSC00829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593855880462389906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 28- Soaking up the sun rays to due jaundice<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx49fRiVknFEQT2IGXCTWH-xrdsrf-noQvRG4Eao0Rtonuq1Lk9-wmzvtq-xNIJfqsdGz0QpDRM2gbaD3wYFVHm8P5-RPS7iTinHRi9HWLQS_4id83fGa8HhMNfI_SgeYrFV94omk4XQ/s1600/DSC00838.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLx49fRiVknFEQT2IGXCTWH-xrdsrf-noQvRG4Eao0Rtonuq1Lk9-wmzvtq-xNIJfqsdGz0QpDRM2gbaD3wYFVHm8P5-RPS7iTinHRi9HWLQS_4id83fGa8HhMNfI_SgeYrFV94omk4XQ/s320/DSC00838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593856556581546770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 29- She is a very alert baby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_wH6ZQrlfepEgR-zOESCdrfzFLWO_3BDbGpsX3S1SqQjLQHmtwLH3YZ432X7e7odCXq8AnXN43Hv2Z9vfJk7zIPFHZjuz8EXjlGMu4B3v7ozZbBdDnaILL5QzVNsuJ6T4LgxAZPHpMU/s1600/DSC00846.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_wH6ZQrlfepEgR-zOESCdrfzFLWO_3BDbGpsX3S1SqQjLQHmtwLH3YZ432X7e7odCXq8AnXN43Hv2Z9vfJk7zIPFHZjuz8EXjlGMu4B3v7ozZbBdDnaILL5QzVNsuJ6T4LgxAZPHpMU/s320/DSC00846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593857023399791010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 30- Girlin' it up - (Just for daddy)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOfdI2RvJCIItmkgIqYOXZxrVqowy0q15FGKXBx0G15-636i5FfElhjA7JP3jYrxu-HS6i31acRvKT0qgqaO082OvW8srkb_6z2JbU-BQa6lcc2URK9m7iOFWjKXEQdnRRLfsegRTs0o/s1600/DSC00857.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOfdI2RvJCIItmkgIqYOXZxrVqowy0q15FGKXBx0G15-636i5FfElhjA7JP3jYrxu-HS6i31acRvKT0qgqaO082OvW8srkb_6z2JbU-BQa6lcc2URK9m7iOFWjKXEQdnRRLfsegRTs0o/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593857766307784530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />March 31- snoozing during what is hopefully the last snow fall<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEjYDexgFMaxghz7Wnt-SXKNx-C00hpYcSzq7M71Rtpn_cgg7-c4hvZzDn-R0GM0STVHCcfo4S-FJRtdJi6A_mzAB0UlvMixrJsYJKn7NyDrKUugzWO6UF88bXrgr3qOVd5WQZkbV5Ic/s1600/DSC00879.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zjeqasOZhZH2N6I08y5LWEDFx3qB1UbErVRhL0OKcvI2Xqk4BE2lnlAXC_ukE4H0qx11MV8ZlHIMnbClFGdZQRR8huRdnqt8wWwWhl9tuFSJqQPGKZKt44Q7uXnfhNVOaePNVKl-JQY/s320/DSC00925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593858886178955602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />April 3- listening to Conference in her own way<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVudvvIgARD2pAUWNK9YDgHuWGpF9ELcPVZf6G12G5nLJ2S7WkpAEDi4jZN-NQqeIEfgQsgqJk-OUip2YBCs0Aq3k1YuMvypiqp6XCJhV42XB7gLXXh-plMVZ4480-txnlpKgsYNTwBY/s1600/DSC00935.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVudvvIgARD2pAUWNK9YDgHuWGpF9ELcPVZf6G12G5nLJ2S7WkpAEDi4jZN-NQqeIEfgQsgqJk-OUip2YBCs0Aq3k1YuMvypiqp6XCJhV42XB7gLXXh-plMVZ4480-txnlpKgsYNTwBY/s320/DSC00935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593859302401304162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />April 4- loving those fingers<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TeaktfgaJfCKmC4r8rOEesucw1K-0kp4PYFmdsz0KjY0vMagx0PJs-55c2W-t0onJAoXxBdUtdmCZHYBcOsTledxO9IZEbU-5_ZwisMSvqhutHQiLm1YdubEgMi4Yxr0XPe7fYQO4ck/s1600/DSC00953.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8TeaktfgaJfCKmC4r8rOEesucw1K-0kp4PYFmdsz0KjY0vMagx0PJs-55c2W-t0onJAoXxBdUtdmCZHYBcOsTledxO9IZEbU-5_ZwisMSvqhutHQiLm1YdubEgMi4Yxr0XPe7fYQO4ck/s320/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593859713029779314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />April 5 - Chubby baby<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQ3dqJ-atfWKNRq_qqGcoDF7Dc9CQ9JkzrPucQGY8xKadW-prcvRQy1o_xcQUDIQ22rObgTYfFYVTqhgdHp6fz4FwYxL-mtA9OzjOzYhMsMKRqkRjhuA9-knz4v2YJQGJPI3An845-SE/s1600/DSC00983.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQ3dqJ-atfWKNRq_qqGcoDF7Dc9CQ9JkzrPucQGY8xKadW-prcvRQy1o_xcQUDIQ22rObgTYfFYVTqhgdHp6fz4FwYxL-mtA9OzjOzYhMsMKRqkRjhuA9-knz4v2YJQGJPI3An845-SE/s320/DSC00983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593860383455757874" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-33275969431041888382011-03-29T19:18:00.000-07:002011-03-31T13:16:56.685-07:00Amelia Jean is here!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8e1oRaNjesXA8wrhxw3TH48SykIUlnurapJTjTNT52e1087GCLFwsaKusNJzRhfywzFKibrQERJjGuQpCaI0oLWD66KteBBh7c6hpB83BPDYHOwhUJIzB6YYxqUfWqIzs-piDyQlJnGY/s1600/DSC00752.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8e1oRaNjesXA8wrhxw3TH48SykIUlnurapJTjTNT52e1087GCLFwsaKusNJzRhfywzFKibrQERJjGuQpCaI0oLWD66KteBBh7c6hpB83BPDYHOwhUJIzB6YYxqUfWqIzs-piDyQlJnGY/s320/DSC00752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590320481068597042" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Amelia Jean Adams<br />March 24, 2011 at 4:10 pm<br />8 lbs 15.5 oz and 22 inches<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Birth Story: So to continue where I left off .... at the 39 week appointment I measured at a 3 and she was sure I would go into labor naturally by the weekend. Even with the super moon, nothing happened, on Monday the 21st I was at a 4 and I was just excited that I was making progress. My induction was pushed back til Thursday the 24th, which I was okay with because I really just wanted things to happen naturally. They were predicting a winter storm and my doc wanted us to stay in town just to be on the safe side. After much debate Whit and I packed up and went and stayed with Christina, leaving Wesley at home with Grandma Adams. We waited and waited, trying everything but Castor oil to bring on labor but nothing happened. I am pretty amazed at what people swear brings on labor, the best one was to sit on a washing machine. ( OK I didn't try that either).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrkAn4_iykeX2R_F_LBIe9Pcr7_xor50Sq0XKjphZIoZOvYPJtWlgxZT555N8m6QXVR52lO-oq2NdnyFEXr30NM6AU2Magbhgh4yWrm2n0u6KvOge_oMTWZWRY7AJQ8D_mpwk7XZqo-Y/s1600/DSC00703.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrkAn4_iykeX2R_F_LBIe9Pcr7_xor50Sq0XKjphZIoZOvYPJtWlgxZT555N8m6QXVR52lO-oq2NdnyFEXr30NM6AU2Magbhgh4yWrm2n0u6KvOge_oMTWZWRY7AJQ8D_mpwk7XZqo-Y/s320/DSC00703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590318215904615842" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6V0Aw5adF_QWUM5gPxpnKqOH350QziJmAU9UFRwXS5_0jiHaBo9ljZaMUfN05CBBgkmREmQkGeJ5MU2hfA83FzwRopl4CtEQy9E_QJ7MfAjxY7TGHxtClWgN1h95sFrjMH-HhbIU3wU/s1600/DSC00707.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6V0Aw5adF_QWUM5gPxpnKqOH350QziJmAU9UFRwXS5_0jiHaBo9ljZaMUfN05CBBgkmREmQkGeJ5MU2hfA83FzwRopl4CtEQy9E_QJ7MfAjxY7TGHxtClWgN1h95sFrjMH-HhbIU3wU/s320/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590318826240695426" border="0" /></a><br />So Thursday morning came and still no signs of her coming on her own so we headed to the hospital to be induced I was dilated to 4 and 75% effaced. She broke my water to see if that would get things happening on their own, but nothing happened so by 9:30 I started getting pitocin. Around 1 I was only at a 5-6 and getting pretty uncomfortable. By 2 I was ready for my epidural and still at a 6. The epidural really hurt going in and I started getting a dull headache, which we just passed off as not eating for a while. After I laid on my back for the required time I rolled over on my side, still waiting for the epidural to kick in. But the pain kept getting more intense and the back pain was off the scale. After half an hour I couldn't take it any longer and called the nurse in to see if I could get more pain relief. She did a quick check said that I was ready to go. They quickly got everything ready and called the doc who's 15 minutes away. I am feeling every contraction not at all happy with my failed epidural. After an hour of intense pushing and pain, baby Amelia was born sunny side up. She is beautiful and perfect.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcy-2KCRX9ROKESWIS480yWl2Gzv0BVxIcMsjoSLXeVB8USbXJclRpcE1R7JBj6tJj_ZkGiLq400w7cWVU74hQAxTb4pR7VE246oDole882N-zsqE5g-9qACW5rvwObMgzUYy1P33WFY/s1600/DSC00709.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcy-2KCRX9ROKESWIS480yWl2Gzv0BVxIcMsjoSLXeVB8USbXJclRpcE1R7JBj6tJj_ZkGiLq400w7cWVU74hQAxTb4pR7VE246oDole882N-zsqE5g-9qACW5rvwObMgzUYy1P33WFY/s320/DSC00709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590318829015882914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIjqmAGrDPJoMR10Zjjx0pGEthGfHCE86OwoZaQRi3WydTI2DlwR9Jz9u0AJ0lAJmW1tKh-1IWGc1HF84mWrTgC0rDlhyvyJrsMkB3dIEp2jsiGNa0JI1Q8KOFE78GBRW3PGJdYda6Ss/s1600/DSC00716.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIjqmAGrDPJoMR10Zjjx0pGEthGfHCE86OwoZaQRi3WydTI2DlwR9Jz9u0AJ0lAJmW1tKh-1IWGc1HF84mWrTgC0rDlhyvyJrsMkB3dIEp2jsiGNa0JI1Q8KOFE78GBRW3PGJdYda6Ss/s320/DSC00716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590319921075764546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh4XBjUXuf7RsV43XcbYOWr_PB4R_b6gTBUeZVIcsZSeN7stlnLpYL2U3x8L_rrUVFNcKsHeGm1fLdWsOxX5NHfZNkXTtjL2XdLNl80ILI-UGxyaZzTP8z21HIKn5I8HlZoWgLx7k9U0/s1600/DSC00782.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh4XBjUXuf7RsV43XcbYOWr_PB4R_b6gTBUeZVIcsZSeN7stlnLpYL2U3x8L_rrUVFNcKsHeGm1fLdWsOxX5NHfZNkXTtjL2XdLNl80ILI-UGxyaZzTP8z21HIKn5I8HlZoWgLx7k9U0/s320/DSC00782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590320485199320914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgug7cqXkV8v3PGJNPRhCf9uMmZ3LSvHIbZObQry4vHA3Srym127SX9_2RpVfMaL4EqxpWdANvGmdiOvWAY9zntfDCI92tZ8suhh9ouUJG39a72BmSJ7UGSg5kqzM1XiavZ1nh8ASSc-Ww/s1600/DSC00762.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgug7cqXkV8v3PGJNPRhCf9uMmZ3LSvHIbZObQry4vHA3Srym127SX9_2RpVfMaL4EqxpWdANvGmdiOvWAY9zntfDCI92tZ8suhh9ouUJG39a72BmSJ7UGSg5kqzM1XiavZ1nh8ASSc-Ww/s320/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590319506911116210" border="0" /></a><br />My headache had become extremely painful during the delivery, but we still just thought some food and drink would help fix it. 2 hours later it was so bad that I couldn't stand anything, especially movement, sound, or light. I sent Amelia to the nursery and asked Whitney for a priesthood blessing. Turns out that it was a complication from the epidural. They say a "wet tap" occurs in only 0.5 % of epidurals, where the spinal fluid sac is punctured and spinal fluid leaks out. It was absolutely awful and not worth the little pain relief it offered or money it cost. Plus my back has been in the most intense pain and recovery has been really rough. We are so thankful that Grandma Adams has been here to help.<br /></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-3217181738706297132011-03-18T13:31:00.000-07:002011-03-31T13:43:14.713-07:0039 weeks Pregnancy Photo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAs7YdwSPAL1beBRxad3HunmjPWiw36VCkNAAZLDnz8KB8-cya2QjlW18rKqW-wXxq0lUWoHHrjCquowwTs_XeT8x8eypxYuUi7tdhLnqkj0J-zL2uC0GbREeoImLCq-7Q4CAZbz5rx4E/s1600/DSC00687.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAs7YdwSPAL1beBRxad3HunmjPWiw36VCkNAAZLDnz8KB8-cya2QjlW18rKqW-wXxq0lUWoHHrjCquowwTs_XeT8x8eypxYuUi7tdhLnqkj0J-zL2uC0GbREeoImLCq-7Q4CAZbz5rx4E/s320/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590344893301554386" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I have just become accustom to the pregnant belly look but, I don't think that I look that big at all. (I measure at 46.) Though I am uncomfortable and am anxiously awaiting her arrival.<br /></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-18679044742721446342011-03-13T10:18:00.000-07:002011-03-13T11:02:44.091-07:00Pregnancy updateWe are just waiting for baby Amelia's arrival. Besides the hormonal aspect of being pregnant it has been a pretty good pregnancy. I have felt great up until the past month and now I just feel as big as a house, as I waddle, yep I definitely waddle, from here to there. My mind seems to be slipping more and more the further along I am. Whit jokes that I can't even chew gum any more. That's because he eats more burnt dinners now because I honestly will forget that I am cooking.<br />I was measuring right along with the dates, then suddenly I jumped up a couple of weeks. So Dr. Brooke sent me for an ultrasound at 35 weeks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDTvOcoKZF9nC_QTxucDbnGpxFzbR6atNsIlTrCEI3skD5OUTHMSEmiUu-2495uLsh1841BYwncL4Hy1UNrS5aFJ23F8nV_BKj0vKwhDBYcwxU8KEV-vfsArhSgdrEV8TF-05MJlEn5Q/s1600/Amelia-us002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDTvOcoKZF9nC_QTxucDbnGpxFzbR6atNsIlTrCEI3skD5OUTHMSEmiUu-2495uLsh1841BYwncL4Hy1UNrS5aFJ23F8nV_BKj0vKwhDBYcwxU8KEV-vfsArhSgdrEV8TF-05MJlEn5Q/s320/Amelia-us002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583624162342103714" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDBLg8HjyPj8YitGh-UDcAhOA8n-bmTRgalWPHV1wlvA182ihPzESSIc_P4_Cbk7FY-fZALnoMzUUpHEeaiFna65eFilJeUzeoIqp7YWZ-OLFJLzGPtq8B-CB4Dq4-7Lj1tnTqd6EUMY/s1600/Amelia-us001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDBLg8HjyPj8YitGh-UDcAhOA8n-bmTRgalWPHV1wlvA182ihPzESSIc_P4_Cbk7FY-fZALnoMzUUpHEeaiFna65eFilJeUzeoIqp7YWZ-OLFJLzGPtq8B-CB4Dq4-7Lj1tnTqd6EUMY/s320/Amelia-us001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583624154120215714" border="0" /></a><br />According to the ultrasound I measured 39 weeks and 5 days. Amelia weighed 7lbs 11 oz. I know not to put too much stalk into though because they can be off by 2 lbs in either direction. Dr. Brooke wanted to start taking about induction dates for 39 week, but I wanted to just let things run there course. She is a little concerned that the placenta will not be able to keep up with baby Amelia. 37 week appointment I measured 42 and was 1 cm dilated. So at my 38 week appointment I measured 44. I was no longer dilated and my cervix was moving back up. She set up an induction date for the 21/22 and put me on the waiting list for anything sooner. I cried. Oh and she set me up for another ultrasound to check on everything. Although rationally I knew it was nothing to get upset or worried about I was just off my rocker. Whether it was the 2 day induction or the thought that I was digressing, I was sad and needed ice cream. I know not to put too much stock into it. Anything can happen, at anytime.Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-15646661461591222952011-02-27T17:07:00.000-08:002011-02-27T17:09:07.163-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJaM-EXbvBCeKul-vbhDiEb2LGoKeMaf0znZq1Gvt0uA0OKlHQyqwm97vJGMSNdPfFxWyCpR3n4Rn_Fw58OPJ8IX8q9hF1buFmjQ4Z1sgcUWNlCH18u8HNVzGOtFKyZADFQypDRlI-sQ/s1600/DSC00679.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJaM-EXbvBCeKul-vbhDiEb2LGoKeMaf0znZq1Gvt0uA0OKlHQyqwm97vJGMSNdPfFxWyCpR3n4Rn_Fw58OPJ8IX8q9hF1buFmjQ4Z1sgcUWNlCH18u8HNVzGOtFKyZADFQypDRlI-sQ/s320/DSC00679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578540998728081186" border="0" /></a><br />Busted. <br /></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-51034869923154450482011-02-27T16:31:00.000-08:002011-02-27T17:05:27.339-08:00We got Yancey some puppies for an early Christmas present. Wesley loves puppies has long as they don't lick his face. The three of them were the best friends.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQAjb5oC-3E4mhp3TeeHs5-QUYyTq99icLxo0JrVvill72fDLzDPkKG28-n4RX9qVHRiL2bEQvMm1eZPhqRSnwH_PCZ8r6TXCJoNeUrFrAcDjxwAUNIACf-6HOEHEFr-hJ_PxhbxPNPM/s1600/DSC00594.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQAjb5oC-3E4mhp3TeeHs5-QUYyTq99icLxo0JrVvill72fDLzDPkKG28-n4RX9qVHRiL2bEQvMm1eZPhqRSnwH_PCZ8r6TXCJoNeUrFrAcDjxwAUNIACf-6HOEHEFr-hJ_PxhbxPNPM/s320/DSC00594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535438896195890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Whitney fell in love with them too, so we decided that we would get a puppy as well. Looking back it wasn't the best timing but we love bishop. (But nothing is good timing when I'm pregnant unless its a back massage or warm bubble bath.) Bishop And Wesley are now best friends<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3gf3n0VeSywiHV9H8cGyvb2FYjziPqEQjKzaj1MWdFs0VR7MZ9oAESoThJsHzq4kra66vgOcwisAMu_L0e7yMvWfWb2_BBIes4Zr8Th1T-KTuE6hAqD9aJwL9dAWFbI-5Z1X49eIjuM/s1600/DSC00614.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3gf3n0VeSywiHV9H8cGyvb2FYjziPqEQjKzaj1MWdFs0VR7MZ9oAESoThJsHzq4kra66vgOcwisAMu_L0e7yMvWfWb2_BBIes4Zr8Th1T-KTuE6hAqD9aJwL9dAWFbI-5Z1X49eIjuM/s320/DSC00614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578539415512134898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He is still a little hyper at times and hates the cold so house training has been difficult. He is now 4 months old and we are getting ready to take him to puppy kindergarten. I will take toys away from him and Wesley gives him another one. They make me laugh and smile. I love to hear Wesley laugh and laugh as he plays with Bishop.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96yqJS0lR-VtzCR6LBrZwgx4AF2lMvhUSSnA5nV_cioEqa-GLpuy8ljtwYUMsRffVg83iJMheVQRfAS8q661H59f6aJH5r7YZw4hRE6iKI72OCoXivL3G-wg5WbIkBVj9A-8FjD8RITE/s1600/DSC00658.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96yqJS0lR-VtzCR6LBrZwgx4AF2lMvhUSSnA5nV_cioEqa-GLpuy8ljtwYUMsRffVg83iJMheVQRfAS8q661H59f6aJH5r7YZw4hRE6iKI72OCoXivL3G-wg5WbIkBVj9A-8FjD8RITE/s320/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578538397137637842" border="0" /></a>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-17248158837771510512010-12-01T19:05:00.000-08:002010-12-01T20:52:54.841-08:0090 % updatedWell I have finally got around to updating the blog, well not completely but it is a start. And well since too many months have gone by to go back, I just finished the entries I started and never published. And will attempt to update the blog at least every 2 weeks from here on out. (key word is ATTEMPT) And for those that want to skip all that and just see pictures of the handsome little boy here is every day shots, of home life here in buxton.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsg-mcZwsD3T1snOop1g5MLb6gGvRel8fc4LLt_XlhrcPxdv2w_gDMiW7GnfdkME7jpMvBNZPnfvl5NHM_T9HMW26bugcVYmeKZkCiL2EfyPnoDKBpi3RUpKCEO0eKiVHK8dMSgL5OMw/s1600/DSC00369.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsg-mcZwsD3T1snOop1g5MLb6gGvRel8fc4LLt_XlhrcPxdv2w_gDMiW7GnfdkME7jpMvBNZPnfvl5NHM_T9HMW26bugcVYmeKZkCiL2EfyPnoDKBpi3RUpKCEO0eKiVHK8dMSgL5OMw/s320/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926385942093218" border="0" /></a><br />I had to drive 20 yards and so I just buckled the chest strap. Before I made it anywhere he was out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGf96JWwOMh9H3vj3Lph5PBo-MKSEif683Qq_NTYakqg7xfDjsguybvPPq3vgQQ6Vqj_0f1LbfGLmnlK5QADuVWfyi9EDicn5m89IWVn4RQ5CJSrMZhuWO2BJ_7gpzIHQecylyaL_gyg/s1600/DSC00173.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGf96JWwOMh9H3vj3Lph5PBo-MKSEif683Qq_NTYakqg7xfDjsguybvPPq3vgQQ6Vqj_0f1LbfGLmnlK5QADuVWfyi9EDicn5m89IWVn4RQ5CJSrMZhuWO2BJ_7gpzIHQecylyaL_gyg/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545929168874408194" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah... the other reason nothing gets done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGJmbAvdAF6Bf27cs-NPrL_XmIM7Mpd7u8vMP15OK9CVtP2lAptn0Pstg402rNELrqCQ2hhTD1uFa63tEjoK2_Q_9wSYyO2Trcmy8ZxyX6vUvOWtKsXvSpeAQwrMANZoNofnmFNL19v8/s1600/DSC00102.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGJmbAvdAF6Bf27cs-NPrL_XmIM7Mpd7u8vMP15OK9CVtP2lAptn0Pstg402rNELrqCQ2hhTD1uFa63tEjoK2_Q_9wSYyO2Trcmy8ZxyX6vUvOWtKsXvSpeAQwrMANZoNofnmFNL19v8/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545929186158775554" border="0" /></a><br />He's got a thing for toes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyHEwkn9bqeR6BpTXgMTRPgwlY2R7UtU_ojqMdh_4E9FvZxyczwGSlZDO3Zi_uYJBAHgZaZIuZOtxKix4rwJ9ZNGw8B-NMhmO_uHLeFtoBrMv8mS5j83mtE8mIDgDf_jLyZWUkBrl7CA/s1600/DSC00184.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyHEwkn9bqeR6BpTXgMTRPgwlY2R7UtU_ojqMdh_4E9FvZxyczwGSlZDO3Zi_uYJBAHgZaZIuZOtxKix4rwJ9ZNGw8B-NMhmO_uHLeFtoBrMv8mS5j83mtE8mIDgDf_jLyZWUkBrl7CA/s320/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545928157564880738" border="0" /></a><br />Things are different when daddy is in charge<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqN39Ol2sJG6HaDYz1KGsUjhws9Zwp9td0asNVIpA7DuI_bAKr0fKVn8ozu_kH2N8WIgE4J89AVb6MkxrgHznX1VNFzr_rsxeLNmiNk-7EUi-G6fgbR2hNX4xkvPbPOKVcEaeplAELG8/s1600/DSC00237.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqN39Ol2sJG6HaDYz1KGsUjhws9Zwp9td0asNVIpA7DuI_bAKr0fKVn8ozu_kH2N8WIgE4J89AVb6MkxrgHznX1VNFzr_rsxeLNmiNk-7EUi-G6fgbR2hNX4xkvPbPOKVcEaeplAELG8/s320/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545923971895083506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5waSJil4Bpu9sJd5F-btnJpdIZBbAQ6xL97HatTbcl2fpzua16pKLRT73R41io1eyELfzi5I-4qXZzrK2BOiVXoPxcimhZXLApyIgfcox8_iJr3jKMge1Lh_ax3Vuwwby54YK_95IgI/s1600/DSC00388.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5waSJil4Bpu9sJd5F-btnJpdIZBbAQ6xL97HatTbcl2fpzua16pKLRT73R41io1eyELfzi5I-4qXZzrK2BOiVXoPxcimhZXLApyIgfcox8_iJr3jKMge1Lh_ax3Vuwwby54YK_95IgI/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926967793923698" border="0" /></a><br />Can't feed him fast enough, so daddy found a new way... who needs a spoon anyways<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdXq1Th1OdX0YrXc_PyVp65S3tzOzJJWCyOfRzlC7zVl1YRn5tEtkyoG1pcjar4B_jGHtnSvRDZgrlp8MM70XUnJkXWeg7RyvVjqE8Vmj272L4orLBIOEuUca5K6Pas46MGTM47bokGk/s1600/DSC00398.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdXq1Th1OdX0YrXc_PyVp65S3tzOzJJWCyOfRzlC7zVl1YRn5tEtkyoG1pcjar4B_jGHtnSvRDZgrlp8MM70XUnJkXWeg7RyvVjqE8Vmj272L4orLBIOEuUca5K6Pas46MGTM47bokGk/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545928097763254818" border="0" /></a><br />Wesley loves bath time. He climbs the stairs and goes straight to the bath every morning after breakfast. Though he is constantly standing up in the bath so use the baby pool to help cushion the fall<br /></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-1415098750969657662010-10-04T08:55:00.000-07:002010-12-01T16:12:33.859-08:00Whitney turns 26<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT4q1e42sNPBEinmIyoqIEWPANHcH1X3rGZRlfpTJirwa-8N0AC8eBPcH7hgcCZYBuhzjm3za6XYxBsMtQ_hc1REATPZlD1dFpU09mLZt3DinMCNZ4UrN3_x-mermJwumpdpR9VRUg8Q/s1600/DSC00261.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT4q1e42sNPBEinmIyoqIEWPANHcH1X3rGZRlfpTJirwa-8N0AC8eBPcH7hgcCZYBuhzjm3za6XYxBsMtQ_hc1REATPZlD1dFpU09mLZt3DinMCNZ4UrN3_x-mermJwumpdpR9VRUg8Q/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524227320740311714" border="0" /></a><br />This year we decided to have a couples shoot off to celebrate Whit's birthday. The Farmer's were gracious enough to let us use their place. Some people are natural shooters, however I am not one of those people. But I finally managed to hit a clay pigeon, when it was actually flying through the air. Yet I was unable to hit the egg sitting in the grass. Overall we all had a great time.<br />Happy Birthday Whitney<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77kviV09UiMHJuymQCLEzrTASeaNh5OIlORAM5VO8KPJnY7wBTlF74-s0OVZ91k7er3SRvkhin1eU6kF_leQ_E5vv49y2MzXk4heVlm5p3cQJCgAioYnWf2yN13nWxL9__QB3pA2SwOM/s1600/DSC00264.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77kviV09UiMHJuymQCLEzrTASeaNh5OIlORAM5VO8KPJnY7wBTlF74-s0OVZ91k7er3SRvkhin1eU6kF_leQ_E5vv49y2MzXk4heVlm5p3cQJCgAioYnWf2yN13nWxL9__QB3pA2SwOM/s320/DSC00264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524227325307642738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmnsW_TdWifs9UGUebhAKPCNOnuLXP2cDJPNxHXzNXoCajzBeFsPGGWLDL06VoZS7dcOTpmmA3t1j0nDp26Y4Y_V4rv8MqLREqCCRp7PrJ1YiceVZMrCfLwx3qaWqKtX9BmACSaYcnCU/s1600/DSC00267.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmnsW_TdWifs9UGUebhAKPCNOnuLXP2cDJPNxHXzNXoCajzBeFsPGGWLDL06VoZS7dcOTpmmA3t1j0nDp26Y4Y_V4rv8MqLREqCCRp7PrJ1YiceVZMrCfLwx3qaWqKtX9BmACSaYcnCU/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524227333213919218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzlz5u1T3d43eC1Bv-kb7A393VhTp5D0s0cNxhbyTk94AeF1zUR3s-xuK0lCpkRLmCDQ5N-ftyD_jqe37NtOD0PpaYp40tvNhNy3evqC0opxeXW3YlG9KnW-gpNwMuFAsdaG2A1VQlU8/s1600/DSC00269.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzlz5u1T3d43eC1Bv-kb7A393VhTp5D0s0cNxhbyTk94AeF1zUR3s-xuK0lCpkRLmCDQ5N-ftyD_jqe37NtOD0PpaYp40tvNhNy3evqC0opxeXW3YlG9KnW-gpNwMuFAsdaG2A1VQlU8/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524227327927231970" border="0" /></a><br /> (shotgun shell cake)Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150974840483046245.post-81346799653142197012010-10-04T08:05:00.000-07:002010-12-01T21:08:58.949-08:009 months and Counting<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/AVvXsEjcj7aQCsEAV61HN3mFySblTBhm7zRI1_eIiTdEbsm-sS5T_xdKwB_BkFYnmU7vTxuTQ6at-JUDAmw6KdMoMdKiMMA8tvKlaL-7i0D72qYyAUQPzXg7hWavnLSsfWa_BW4G0O89MgO-MSM/s1600/0831101929d.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcj7aQCsEAV61HN3mFySblTBhm7zRI1_eIiTdEbsm-sS5T_xdKwB_BkFYnmU7vTxuTQ6at-JUDAmw6KdMoMdKiMMA8tvKlaL-7i0D72qYyAUQPzXg7hWavnLSsfWa_BW4G0O89MgO-MSM/s320/0831101929d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545906861677133874" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stats for 9 months<br />Weight 21 lbs 4 oz<br />Length 29 inches<br />8 teeth and teething still (1 more for sure)<br /></div><br />Wesley is a very active little guy that definitely keeps us running. More than once I have been asked if I give him caffeine. NO! I am no longer nursing and stopped drinking it for the time being, (although I will have the occasional drink, rarely though) He is into everything and doesn't stop moving. He still loves to snuggle though and is happy and content to be held by anyone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TWz_VJq5aLrgINXcqs6xAbmzUZM1L8soZIIOq5yRAxgc_oS4yiDJoEmVlO3FflNkdWr_QlU-xruvY7P4fL9oOuhOuBjvd0YTveSRJvF0gZSrc9cAK0F5SbzlGd_2pL-dGi9F7fLrmo8/s1600/DSC00414.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TWz_VJq5aLrgINXcqs6xAbmzUZM1L8soZIIOq5yRAxgc_oS4yiDJoEmVlO3FflNkdWr_QlU-xruvY7P4fL9oOuhOuBjvd0YTveSRJvF0gZSrc9cAK0F5SbzlGd_2pL-dGi9F7fLrmo8/s320/DSC00414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545905927112139074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPd6D-oAtXhD4LkFU4sGBklab1pIXe7YuoOc06S81J_pzDGDRVp1lg6BTJw1wadEfhWzvQGZxaof8Awkc74twxAQQNZr46xlkRJz3ZDM5nK3g_Xeo6C46i4dMYnVBDP6kSAHZ0N_uCbQ/s1600/DSC00412.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPd6D-oAtXhD4LkFU4sGBklab1pIXe7YuoOc06S81J_pzDGDRVp1lg6BTJw1wadEfhWzvQGZxaof8Awkc74twxAQQNZr46xlkRJz3ZDM5nK3g_Xeo6C46i4dMYnVBDP6kSAHZ0N_uCbQ/s320/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545905917278532850" border="0" /></a></div>He walks along furniture and behind his walker. He is learning to stand independently and climb on things, which in turn means that he falls over a lot. He looks pretty rough some days. But that doesn't stop him. He cries for a few seconds and then off to do it again. He will stand on just about everything to get just a little bit higher. He loves to climb on to the treadmill and play on it. But he hasn't figured out how to get down, which is where more falling comes into play. He is also intrigued by the stairs. Yikes, I'm not quite ready for this. Whitney however thinks it is great to see him learn new skills and encourages them. I think his worse fall was out of the crib, (still not sure how that happened). He didn't get any bumps or bruises though. I am so thankful and that Heaven Father made little kids so resilient.<br /><br />Wesley babbles all the time especially at bedtime and right after he wakes up. He says mama, but I'm not so sure that he makes the connection to me yet. We are teaching him sign language, and he loves the signing time videos. They are life savers when he doesn't feel well or I need to get something done. Hopefully he begin signing to us soon but for now he responds well to eat, drink, milk, mom and dad.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAzw1Jpvh4VvBIgcsosp9n2Fjz6FVswb9krYGABQZOZMD6Y3Hws_0p_vUBZgJqkU2q70jiOZGhhlE7OEGd6u_0RfTjsh1NQqhZFhlFl_lcDcjIE82QYvNlAFcRNdEeq3vNH25ywgF1_U/s1600/DSC00199.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAzw1Jpvh4VvBIgcsosp9n2Fjz6FVswb9krYGABQZOZMD6Y3Hws_0p_vUBZgJqkU2q70jiOZGhhlE7OEGd6u_0RfTjsh1NQqhZFhlFl_lcDcjIE82QYvNlAFcRNdEeq3vNH25ywgF1_U/s320/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545907620373085330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwuDyC1kNXrZtNfV1uQFwG70weGA6tTp0XlIt6kRkVwzR1_XrjsdJ0kl_4c9DFZeaINUMtTGsJq1IPSZ2eyR9GJDwzADqOLjkQegRvXEjV-NzRWRjG9eLgCR3yGwltyjCMTmEIajjABY/s1600/DSC00229.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwuDyC1kNXrZtNfV1uQFwG70weGA6tTp0XlIt6kRkVwzR1_XrjsdJ0kl_4c9DFZeaINUMtTGsJq1IPSZ2eyR9GJDwzADqOLjkQegRvXEjV-NzRWRjG9eLgCR3yGwltyjCMTmEIajjABY/s320/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545905067469507794" border="0" /></a></div>He loves to help with whatever you are doing, which in turn allows me to get very little done. It is cute to see him rush as fast as he can when he hears the dishwasher, fridge, or dryer open. It wouldn't be so bad but he insists on climbing into them.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI4nPRoDbO4TCzpQoaHkHTGXrIDzXsq-uuFywrhGbCo59NkT5c03nSs2arqyC7vsU9dP_HtXHu_1iTsS0zGrjHKQDhGiDmmd6yxNsicNodSJhDCCmmzDRBPI_WPV4IAY-dkx-ivrauWc/s1600/DSC00102.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiI4nPRoDbO4TCzpQoaHkHTGXrIDzXsq-uuFywrhGbCo59NkT5c03nSs2arqyC7vsU9dP_HtXHu_1iTsS0zGrjHKQDhGiDmmd6yxNsicNodSJhDCCmmzDRBPI_WPV4IAY-dkx-ivrauWc/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545945990943513906" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Some of the things he does that we are not so proud of is he loves to suck on toes and not just his own, especially painted toes. A problem during church, relief society. I find it gross and embarrassing.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilk9lvMP1volVPbQFLcMOgFtK9sJPGnXDKe2cqW-hxweIQUW8JJooGcB4g3ko25q-Llq9JM9yWd8H_WyemPaKsAAgUhsb_OwgLwilJVMm1n28O7hDoKCFcLEucL3wEn1TK6KqzGwf01Rs/s1600/DSC00411.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilk9lvMP1volVPbQFLcMOgFtK9sJPGnXDKe2cqW-hxweIQUW8JJooGcB4g3ko25q-Llq9JM9yWd8H_WyemPaKsAAgUhsb_OwgLwilJVMm1n28O7hDoKCFcLEucL3wEn1TK6KqzGwf01Rs/s320/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545911115129495154" border="0" /></a><br />Wesley loves his bed time stories. It is the only time we are able to read an actually story. During the day he loves the touch and feel books.<br /></div>Sarah and Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885608874391573589noreply@blogger.com0