tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2124491351861883742024-02-07T21:19:58.959-06:00Grateful HeartsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-82391823182213983492010-01-27T16:33:00.004-06:002010-01-27T17:08:39.455-06:00Remembering when....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT8Ux43Rjt8ORRVpy5qEtSJ4cjH10sKiZvyn6PkzfTUeBotdCiFxMtXmPTKUGPVj8B6IuOhH7T-nMuVRD7F19BtSOhYt28j_fdigRvcqWS0EdjBwoY1a4f0-OvS2o3KDOfInqoO_RxTU/s1600-h/Vaughns+Surgery-23.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/AVvXsEjGT8Ux43Rjt8ORRVpy5qEtSJ4cjH10sKiZvyn6PkzfTUeBotdCiFxMtXmPTKUGPVj8B6IuOhH7T-nMuVRD7F19BtSOhYt28j_fdigRvcqWS0EdjBwoY1a4f0-OvS2o3KDOfInqoO_RxTU/s320/Vaughns+Surgery-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431551978936177794" border="0" /></a>Hard to believe it has been nearly 4 1/2 years since this moment. Today Jackson had a heart check to be sure a murmur that was heard by his doctor at his 15 month check-up was not caused by an underlying defect. I spent the last few days agonizing over this appointment and although I felt optimistic I was also nervous that doctor Wong could see something in the echo that would change our lives forever.<br /><br />Luckily, the news was awesome! His heart is perfect. He simply has an innocent murmur!<br /><br />I will never forget that instant in my life when I found out there was something wrong with Vaughn's heart. It was the day after Valentine's Day and Vaughn was only 2 days old. He had been in the NICU because he ran a fever and they simply wanted to run a battery of tests. They had convinced me he was doing just fine but they wanted to be sure they weren't missing anything so they had ordered a chest x-ray.<br /><br />A couple hours later the NICU doctor came into my room. I assumed she was coming to tell me he was fine and could come back to my room. I had been so upset that he was in the NICU and not by my side. Instead she sat down and simply said "there is definately something wrong with his heart." That was a life changing moment I will never forget. In that completely unexpected moment I had to find the courage within myself to ask "is he going to live."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-56787959915494404792010-01-20T13:33:00.007-06:002010-01-20T19:32:35.171-06:00Normal Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj6n-a7FtST-77o9aStwToOBT9UO_jOlLhdPUyDco9iJia8s0N81E9b24yw6FnFSM1j_rXQa6OAxD5LBQHo7GrhBcNi88TjJKI_UpFpcnBh9xDYoonKi9sGX9fHi3bsrwgN4zQG8k8kY/s1600-h/Batson+Sick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmj6n-a7FtST-77o9aStwToOBT9UO_jOlLhdPUyDco9iJia8s0N81E9b24yw6FnFSM1j_rXQa6OAxD5LBQHo7GrhBcNi88TjJKI_UpFpcnBh9xDYoonKi9sGX9fHi3bsrwgN4zQG8k8kY/s320/Batson+Sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428916491428983314" border="0" /></a><br />I saw a poem on Ali Edwards blog last year that I find myself thinking about often. Especially whenever any of the boys get sick.<br /><br />The poem is by Mary Jean Iron and goes like this: Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.<br /><br />I have really been thinking about this a lot lately as we approach Vaughn's 5th birthday. How those first 6 months of his life Scott and I hoped and dreamed for a normal day for Vaughn and once again for ourselves. We have been blessed with so many normal days since then.<br /><br />Now as Jackson recovers from a virus and possible roseola I once again anxiously await a normal day. One without worry and fear that the fever could be an indication of something much worse. Something we know all too well.<br /><br />So I hope and pray that tomorrow brings a normal day.<br /><br />And if it does... I have no doubt that I will actually enjoy my hour long commute to and from work:<br /><br />I won't even be annoyed by the beamer riding my tail even though I am already going well above the speed limit.<br /><br />I will gladly stop at every single red light I hit along the way.<br /><br />I won't shout out at the Sunday driver in front of me "how do you possibly get anywhere in life driving that slow!!"<br /><br />I will wave with a huge smile to the poor guy holding up the "Kolache" arrow in front of the bakery on 2222 instead of feeling just too tired and busy to possibly raise my arm up and wave back.<br /><br />And when I get to work...<br /><br />I won't even notice the negative, Debbie Downer at my company inappropriately cursing in the hall, griping and calling my boss a dumb a*s.<br /><br />I will gladly answer any question an employee has. Despite the fact that the information is already posted on the intranet in great detail - I will be more than happy to help.<br /><br />Finally, I will gladly answer any long detailed question someone has at 3:59pm. It doesn't matter that I have been in my office with the answer for the last 7 hours. I am more than happy to leave late and accomodate them.<br /><br />And what is funny - is that I am totally serious! I will gladly do all these things that eventually do become the mundane, routine part of life because I am grateful for today's reminder of just how lucky we truly are.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-13903429830345143542010-01-17T21:35:00.006-06:002010-01-17T21:43:41.752-06:00Loving the view. Good Morning & Good Night!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKNZeASv2xSM-4t6NIQCYN5qmRbq3BdVtH9W-RbsLR67hW5dbXif-pwouZuBWANqP3UzUWXclsvrmKtUX9CrcUMFadmRRV0BRER0QxG3Bjfv2kzzp51SDCuYkbpMtYkjDfidpfn8bgoA/s1600-h/January+2010+062.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKNZeASv2xSM-4t6NIQCYN5qmRbq3BdVtH9W-RbsLR67hW5dbXif-pwouZuBWANqP3UzUWXclsvrmKtUX9CrcUMFadmRRV0BRER0QxG3Bjfv2kzzp51SDCuYkbpMtYkjDfidpfn8bgoA/s320/January+2010+062.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427920427171596226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvzmhBaazoJBJW1GOAhqb-P-963rneAxQLApn12J7GNZ6JKeU13ncGNR4WzYdHEJXbvdHxDZ15Ci4BXs1c5_N8KYcB1ipT3K_UVlexhGkYi1tzQELOitn-bF-vA5rWzW17-gbcFbOemQ/s1600-h/January+2010+009.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/AVvXsEiRvzmhBaazoJBJW1GOAhqb-P-963rneAxQLApn12J7GNZ6JKeU13ncGNR4WzYdHEJXbvdHxDZ15Ci4BXs1c5_N8KYcB1ipT3K_UVlexhGkYi1tzQELOitn-bF-vA5rWzW17-gbcFbOemQ/s320/January+2010+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427919209931330050" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-46731077048782373012010-01-06T12:55:00.004-06:002010-01-20T19:31:17.326-06:00Cooking with kids...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURdmiR9iD6XHFwubrKAsGYM77m5QtiENB6Gy9nKcUMOscj0hQhoZ0g2zj92jRPMbwARu_SPlGNmv3hClublMAhi8KKE9ZFX1idD-ZSOORoZX6mM3sy2gNWDxgVDQzs6NNXRrivtwumr0/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURdmiR9iD6XHFwubrKAsGYM77m5QtiENB6Gy9nKcUMOscj0hQhoZ0g2zj92jRPMbwARu_SPlGNmv3hClublMAhi8KKE9ZFX1idD-ZSOORoZX6mM3sy2gNWDxgVDQzs6NNXRrivtwumr0/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423702572662198322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Batson didn't think twice about chucking his binkie into the eggs I was making for breakfast. I must tell ya - he has got some good aim because he tossed that in on his first try left handed! I think we may have a future Cub on our hands! We're so proud! ha.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-81399719782034888452010-01-04T15:20:00.007-06:002010-01-04T20:37:55.590-06:00LEAP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSm_Nfnt-CQZdT83WkMOZafe2CV92gQ53te_itQIl5SZ22QOEm-pYAw9xp2gjLpr_FhcJq9qzLjLWmeB49g4FGsvnPjkxi0uGSv4lrQbN0LjdZBOEUvHbuBt8HzIDtAaFva2R8bVL_PY/s1600-h/December+2009+135.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/AVvXsEiYSm_Nfnt-CQZdT83WkMOZafe2CV92gQ53te_itQIl5SZ22QOEm-pYAw9xp2gjLpr_FhcJq9qzLjLWmeB49g4FGsvnPjkxi0uGSv4lrQbN0LjdZBOEUvHbuBt8HzIDtAaFva2R8bVL_PY/s320/December+2009+135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423070014516606786" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My word for the year is <strong>leap</strong>! I am going to stop over-thinking and just start doing. </div><div> </div><br /><div>For starters I let go of the anger I have felt toward the Catholic Church for the last several years and attended mass yesterday. It was my first visit to the church near my home and I absolutely loved it. I not only loved the look and feel of the church (it was extremely warm and inviting) but I felt so connected to my Grandparents. It has been so long and I have missed that feeling tremendously. I am glad I took that leap.<br /><br />I also went on a short, simple walk with Mya around the loop. I wanted to get in a quick and easy work out. Scott said "go take your walk - I will watch the boys." It was guilt free, simple and I so enjoyed every second of it. Love being outside and love spending time with Mya. I am glad I didn't let the laundry pile or dishes in the sink keep me from missing out on a really nice moment in my day. I am glad I took that leap.<br /><br />We ended our day with a trip to a new yogurt place called "berry cool frozen yogurt." I almost passed on the trip because it was an unfamiliar place and it seemed easier for Jackson and me to just hang around the house while Scott took Dalton and Vaughn. But, I am so glad Jack and I tagged along. Not only did we love trying something new - we had so much fun as a family. We got to sample a wide variety of yogurt flavors and the boys loved topping their yogurt off with nerds, gummy worms and mini m&m's. I see frozen yogurt in our near future!! I am so glad I took that leap.<br /><br />Right now I am leaping into a glass of Merlot and a 100 calorie bag of Smart Pop:).<br /><br /></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-56559540238764560242009-12-02T11:18:00.010-06:002010-01-04T15:19:24.768-06:00December - Let the countdown begin!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HkujAaKTEMg/Sxah3n17-_I/AAAAAAAAADo/BsdWPZ25O8A/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410689979292318706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HkujAaKTEMg/Sxah3n17-_I/AAAAAAAAADo/BsdWPZ25O8A/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklcZYtsdJxsvSCdKiAI5ZHZaFGU_wE8B9rJFnzULlVooYAipJJrkjBd6I4B-xOBcIeCmAl4sl_PMURU-nImLSLdMOg-A_lHGo_0stuWVwVhBaZGi_RW-gDwouWK4CSsx-_OEymyCiPAc/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410689629978484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklcZYtsdJxsvSCdKiAI5ZHZaFGU_wE8B9rJFnzULlVooYAipJJrkjBd6I4B-xOBcIeCmAl4sl_PMURU-nImLSLdMOg-A_lHGo_0stuWVwVhBaZGi_RW-gDwouWK4CSsx-_OEymyCiPAc/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a>So...the last couple Christmases Scott and I have been in total survival mode. Our usual excuse applied: the house and our lives totally dictated by cute, loud, messy but oh so sweet children!<br /><br />The month of December was a blur and I just wanted to get through it. Which is so sad! It is supposed to be a joyous month especially when celebrating life with children! And there are so many cool, fun things to do with kids especially if you love arts and crafts (that would be me!).<br /><br />My problem has been that if I don't plan the activity I have elaborately created in my mind, it doesn't happen. It doesn't matter that I day dream about making beautifully iced Christmas cookies with my children - if I don't put it on the calendar it isn't going to happen.<br /><br />So this December I was determined to atleast accomplish SOMETHING. So we made a Christmas count down chain which is something my brothers and I always did growing up. The boys had a blast making them. It was a simple activity that I was able to complete with the boys while Batson clung to my leg and simulaneously pulled Dalton's cup of crystal light off the table and onto the floor. We started with 25 links so the boys could immediately tear off a link. Ahhh - the simple pleasures!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-81852226299067439282009-12-01T10:01:00.005-06:002009-12-01T10:11:15.932-06:00Country Boys<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HkujAaKTEMg/SxU-JBOR9aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UN9Fhul4g0A/s1600/Country+Boys.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410298852023596450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HkujAaKTEMg/SxU-JBOR9aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UN9Fhul4g0A/s320/Country+Boys.JPG" border="0" /></a> Scott got this great picture of the boys. It is a perfect representation of them. They are little adventurers and love living out in the country for that reason (plus - lots of options when it comes to peeing outdoors!!!). And we have been blessed with the most beautiful fall I have ever seen in Texas. Today Vaughn pointed out the purple leaves he saw on the trees as we drove to gymnastics. Another reminder of what life is really about.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUWkF40NQPCQiksJii-7gVfbxRzRBJDLcQ41xF0yQZh3ud6D40NsIPBJLhJvjRpda-K9yVV5CaLS4Ser8RQOvDt6NG2O9F2-7OR0381NnSToy7MZEvJsq3FDjxUvK2iKLn_KiFJ9kmO8/s1600/Country+Boys.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-3861119446849701872009-10-30T12:51:00.003-05:002009-10-30T13:14:48.764-05:00LOL - The funny things you say!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pmdVUWUr49o2OBr6GpoLOam8nMeaQ1rjAi8QRngMBlPVPKEYos8IUxKWvTogU0N_Ii9_mL8iXw92AgDnr8iPV1AYlQoxd-hiSZN8ZTAHUuXFEtPE2PsjbJ3FU4IoR5rBwT9FhS0iH_g/s1600-h/10-24-09+015.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pmdVUWUr49o2OBr6GpoLOam8nMeaQ1rjAi8QRngMBlPVPKEYos8IUxKWvTogU0N_Ii9_mL8iXw92AgDnr8iPV1AYlQoxd-hiSZN8ZTAHUuXFEtPE2PsjbJ3FU4IoR5rBwT9FhS0iH_g/s320/10-24-09+015.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398452242588232354" border="0" /></a>I have a dry erase board where I write down the random funny things the boys say. I want to write them on here so that I can clean off my board and make room for whatever is going to come out of their mouths next! Here is the latest:<br /><br />1. Dalton takes showers/baths every Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday (and he hates it because he is just too busy to bathe!). So on a rainy Monday night I said "Hey Dalton - do you know why you don't have to take a bath tonight?" He thought about it and responded "because I got rained on?"<br /><br />2. Dalton walked out of his room one day with his hands on his throat and with a pained look said "Vaughn just punched me in my talk box!"<br /><br />3. If you interrupt Vaughn when he is trying to tell you something he will shout at you "you blocked my talk!"<br /><br />4. While I was cleaning out some drawers Vaughn thoroughly enjoyed looking at everything I was attempting to organize. He said "I just love looking at things." <br /><br />5. Scott was heading out the other night to train Bill and Vaughn said "I wish I could see what training Bill looks like."<br /><br />6. Vaughn asked me "how many days until the end of this day?" I just didn't have the energy to answer that.<br /><br />7. Vaughn's girlfriend Jessa came to play one day and Vaughn came out of the room they were playing in together and said "Jessa hurt my ears." Concerned that maybe Jessa had hit Vaughn, Jessa's mom asked "what did Jessa do to your ears?" Vaughn replied "she keeps talking to me."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-42260214805881545042009-10-28T20:33:00.002-05:002009-10-28T20:40:14.575-05:00Vaughno's Treasures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIFChMfPjHHWI9vxRxe-1XqiBYNmvPT6AjkaY4vPlneUdOzwxEQsKHC0aMcSSDhDfbVEsHghAly5pVUGuUwXcv1FLtTBF5eVIsbNpItVT-XAqS3pSraytunVKzcieC119jbkVatXTe50/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIFChMfPjHHWI9vxRxe-1XqiBYNmvPT6AjkaY4vPlneUdOzwxEQsKHC0aMcSSDhDfbVEsHghAly5pVUGuUwXcv1FLtTBF5eVIsbNpItVT-XAqS3pSraytunVKzcieC119jbkVatXTe50/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397829543322150098" border="0" /></a>Vaughn is going through a phase of collecting random "treasures." At this very moment he is taking the lead out of all my lead pencils and referring to the lead as "drawing stick treasures." The picture above is the drawer in the island in our kitchen which has become his treasure chest. I love to see what he collects and I especially love to add things to his collection. He always immediately notices when something new has been added. His most favorite treasures right now are golf and bouncy balls as well as fancy rings (those 25 cent ones you can get out of the machine at the grocery store or as a prize at Chucke E. Cheese).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-28521399728881738342009-10-24T17:03:00.003-05:002009-10-24T19:48:54.390-05:00Little Boy Heaven<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6QhG_9d_5Pg2_GqzJcTTojWNH2W_IveYI3iQnzLHNDGA-hT2YX-LM2tDC5rLbj6GgdlAqT8TBLKqZ2TDAO6MkaweOZ3b-GezRg88-dV7GMwpCRNmlA3g9MANVnUmyJg6wcDcO-ufV1E/s1600-h/10-24-09+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6QhG_9d_5Pg2_GqzJcTTojWNH2W_IveYI3iQnzLHNDGA-hT2YX-LM2tDC5rLbj6GgdlAqT8TBLKqZ2TDAO6MkaweOZ3b-GezRg88-dV7GMwpCRNmlA3g9MANVnUmyJg6wcDcO-ufV1E/s320/10-24-09+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396290873490488754" /></a><br />Wow! You boys had the time of your life playing on the super-sized slip n' slide at Grace, Leah and Katelyn's 7th birthday party!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-38799122484274149582009-10-19T21:08:00.002-05:002009-10-19T21:58:53.698-05:00Times up!Just love this video Dalton took of Vaughn.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzReUBPVLlmqMf8b2W5CvKNo26YitaeqEBshU4rUHPB1EMvU9AcnWuGe9O5kYttbyHtsNxHrY5WQeo-aDH2' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-78066706811715507222009-10-19T11:32:00.003-05:002009-10-19T11:57:21.803-05:00Batson - I am going to start with youScott says to just start blogging and then I will find my voice. I have the most to say about you right now sweet little crazy haired <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Batson</span> - the one I like to call Jack. Lets start with your nicknames (given by your dear bros): <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Batson</span>, Bo Bo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Batson</span>, Fat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bananason</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tootieson</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Monkeyson</span>, and just about anything else that can possibly end in "son." We also like to refer to you as Short Stack Jack since you are short and stocky (like your dad - ha). You are in the 10 percentile for height and 75 for weight. But, despite your vertical limitations you can stretch like there is no tomorrow - hence my new name for you "<strong>Stretch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jackstrong</span></strong>." You have the uncanny ability to immediately detect when something may lay close to the edge of the counter or table (usually Vaughn's hourly snack - a bowl of goldfish, unfinished yogurt, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Popsicle</span> melting in a bowl so that he can drink it, etc..). And although we think we have pushed it far enough from the edge you are still able to stretch those fat chunky legs and sausage packed arms and pull that coveted prize down. You and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mya</span> tend to share in your winnings. And don't even get me started on that little <strong>mischief detector</strong> you have going off in your head. The one that tells you we forgot to latch the pantry (so time to play in the recycle container), we forgot to latch the laundry room door (hello dog food), we forgot to shut the bathroom door (toilet water - here I come!), and our favorite yet, forgot to block the dishwasher! You are an absolute handful but I must say that little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">permagrin</span> you carry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">constantly</span> melts my heart. And I can never get enough of the kiss sounds you make as you head butt me and those blissful moments where you lay your head on my shoulder. I also love your sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Buddha</span> belly and how you constantly yell for "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">yiya</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">yiya</span>" (aka <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mya</span>) at the top of your lungs. You truly make us all so happy and we love you so much! Despite the pure exhaustion and moments of frustration we feel constantly trying to keep you safe - you pack so many random moments of happiness into each and every day! That is what life is about (I just need to remember that the next time you empty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Mya's</span> water bowl all over your clean pajamas that I just spent 20 minutes trying to get on your squirmy wormy body!).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-55337455141264300142009-10-12T22:28:00.000-05:002009-10-12T22:30:10.903-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbxviPuJ4OtLpb82EGJuc90mFv1jEJl7dP1xq5q-xDhjT9OMk-r3k7YjG-NaIowLu1s04qtHQ5OMHxyl3X6BeFSDSRlpu5rPIwy-wZ9_838GDryaG6dQC4eo_Uu3hcpJz0xBenuwckWA/s1600-h/112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbxviPuJ4OtLpb82EGJuc90mFv1jEJl7dP1xq5q-xDhjT9OMk-r3k7YjG-NaIowLu1s04qtHQ5OMHxyl3X6BeFSDSRlpu5rPIwy-wZ9_838GDryaG6dQC4eo_Uu3hcpJz0xBenuwckWA/s320/112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391921708063621282" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212449135186188374.post-44684228864886571812009-10-12T22:22:00.000-05:002009-10-12T22:25:47.499-05:00Diving InSo here I go. And suddenly I am at a loss for words. hmmmmmm...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2