tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557022817055844522024-03-21T18:40:26.650-05:00Vintage TwilightOur Adventures in Tennessee, Med School, and Our Crazy Little Amazing Life!VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-35423826207977902532014-01-31T15:03:00.001-06:002014-01-31T15:03:15.159-06:00Not Quite Two WeeksIt's a record. Blogged 8 times consistently, randomly disappeared, and only took two weeks to blog again. Shortest blog break... EVER. :o)<div><br></div><div>These two weeks in pictures? Sounds good to me!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjne_DUSe5xoXFbjHB2QHcsmDPYCvdauFJoxOVwNaxQZxaBrz36MYrwRaWigwxtGKJnXP-Rmnlt4QRRQ9HZQpRnD97z6cdpDFlvew4gnpU9zAVWHeqKQE4XBNQT_IA52yKaeoz9xe4SWtJZ/s640/blogger-image-1709695938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjne_DUSe5xoXFbjHB2QHcsmDPYCvdauFJoxOVwNaxQZxaBrz36MYrwRaWigwxtGKJnXP-Rmnlt4QRRQ9HZQpRnD97z6cdpDFlvew4gnpU9zAVWHeqKQE4XBNQT_IA52yKaeoz9xe4SWtJZ/s640/blogger-image-1709695938.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. Her sunglasses are on upside down. Yes. She only has on one boot. Yes. Little is pushing Big on the tricycle. Yes. We are all in the bathroom having family time. Whatevs... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LwrwN4_MC1hL-KxmyLfFA0bjLAJW_FIBdsX7RLjjy842jEZqr7F8lQfWlq1-fyznN_si6NIrKJwyLf8NHmhzVCPUhRnzxrzk7od8JP1lzzUGjE9p6uF6u8YD4VExGJZ7Hc98AREmx3iK/s640/blogger-image--539777639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LwrwN4_MC1hL-KxmyLfFA0bjLAJW_FIBdsX7RLjjy842jEZqr7F8lQfWlq1-fyznN_si6NIrKJwyLf8NHmhzVCPUhRnzxrzk7od8JP1lzzUGjE9p6uF6u8YD4VExGJZ7Hc98AREmx3iK/s640/blogger-image--539777639.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. The stick horses still provide hours of entertainment. No. She doesn't have a pacifier every moment of the day. Yes. Big was reading and too cool to play. Yes. My child appears to be a little awesome with her Mickey Mouse back pack OR my gloves. It's called diversity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdfHTmWKtXFI_5W331ldwwcWgyBBiKFutvnOabOQxURarlwyVWU25d_L807RbVF_XqbAWe4sONTUUQYDioGnpvskMaSDGub1CFsRWgVb-pReh2PQ30o3YVsPPOdvzRdg9wwoMoQ0q_IOd/s640/blogger-image--712397966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdfHTmWKtXFI_5W331ldwwcWgyBBiKFutvnOabOQxURarlwyVWU25d_L807RbVF_XqbAWe4sONTUUQYDioGnpvskMaSDGub1CFsRWgVb-pReh2PQ30o3YVsPPOdvzRdg9wwoMoQ0q_IOd/s640/blogger-image--712397966.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No. Lily did not eat a.l.l. the snow. Yes. She tried. Yes. They had a blast. No. We don't know what Alice was doing, but it was accompanied with "three, four, five" and then followed up by the most awkward pause ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWT-VYELsOhq-XyMFsxv3zjhM2iO8gwLu6DvcH-bm7GKwGbC6EQUdQcex2hh0V0CMojVSg1h4BC1URImZFTiyZYMu4_-WCePYpmmOuvaCYeBbd8M_O9Ep7PShGnnVFVacAlTvBMbXDtP4T/s640/blogger-image-1504888677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWT-VYELsOhq-XyMFsxv3zjhM2iO8gwLu6DvcH-bm7GKwGbC6EQUdQcex2hh0V0CMojVSg1h4BC1URImZFTiyZYMu4_-WCePYpmmOuvaCYeBbd8M_O9Ep7PShGnnVFVacAlTvBMbXDtP4T/s640/blogger-image-1504888677.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No. Lily wasn't as sad as she looked. Yes. Lucy thought it was the best. day. ever. Yes. Josh is letting them sled on an oil drip pan that is no longer a magnet board because it became a sled. The many lives of? Absolutely.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoAYmyy-n8rp3Q-5Hv4jSv8kx2UJ5cIPTOMRaqU8QDp664YeJdjGuFwBNkAn6pAKdXy81nliuiowE5EnZqzdBAjn8TCHjROxaTmfOuSGrLzii9dtp-07nY_zVcfooezA3Pc5FNIskqVAW/s640/blogger-image-604666145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoAYmyy-n8rp3Q-5Hv4jSv8kx2UJ5cIPTOMRaqU8QDp664YeJdjGuFwBNkAn6pAKdXy81nliuiowE5EnZqzdBAjn8TCHjROxaTmfOuSGrLzii9dtp-07nY_zVcfooezA3Pc5FNIskqVAW/s640/blogger-image-604666145.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. We are apparently practicing diapering Baby. Yes. All the things fit on little fingers. Yes. If you try hard enough, you, too, can be like your big sister. Yes. It is *that* exciting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOgY3mNk90ga353IzkRZ3XAEZ6Cz-XgEzl7xb2n9uCmQenp-XYUUJ1NgryFMAf1h6c68DTo2Rueu5fARgBkH3dD7QFFgEoKuFKm-M4LwZ_A7LfDHOagqiI1mp7QX_SzWwJIJSkD_Nk5VU/s640/blogger-image--1168611526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOgY3mNk90ga353IzkRZ3XAEZ6Cz-XgEzl7xb2n9uCmQenp-XYUUJ1NgryFMAf1h6c68DTo2Rueu5fARgBkH3dD7QFFgEoKuFKm-M4LwZ_A7LfDHOagqiI1mp7QX_SzWwJIJSkD_Nk5VU/s640/blogger-image--1168611526.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. We all managed to be still and quiet, on the bed, at the very same time. No. Moonshine did not come play. Yes. Josh was still studying. Yes. That is one happy Momma.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxpCqzGy171aDDCjy8KzgQBathkhvXCm73K0gKjY4aoJtUOLTcWWNsztN9Q_xcP1K7UZ38-IRmTz0XCWynwFSMGVn5UJ9FUs4Wrj8ELVAC3sAL7XNsCZeOhuxiSBnznJhzdflMiOS2q0Y/s640/blogger-image--755621863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxpCqzGy171aDDCjy8KzgQBathkhvXCm73K0gKjY4aoJtUOLTcWWNsztN9Q_xcP1K7UZ38-IRmTz0XCWynwFSMGVn5UJ9FUs4Wrj8ELVAC3sAL7XNsCZeOhuxiSBnznJhzdflMiOS2q0Y/s640/blogger-image--755621863.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. We totally crashed out at the Steff's for a couple days thanks to the snow, and the girls had a blast. Yes. They are eating slushie's made out of ice cream. No. I do not have a picture of Lily and Lucas putting out fires, but I will rectify that upon writing one of the next 200 posts. Yes. Almost everyone Alice loves is in that wagon. No. Lily wouldn't fit, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhli8hrKVePm-z8Bg_NcoXaihxFOfXm_LQL840EJ7wSWbAi1fJ0RNPADEJUpMFcgQwfZJ65uTM0a9ySySefpNw1bDmsoyEdU2pUKN7TbMfjFBoZKoltrCDrpE1qMNX_EZeEwHkA-_FVK_Rp/s640/blogger-image--899828612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhli8hrKVePm-z8Bg_NcoXaihxFOfXm_LQL840EJ7wSWbAi1fJ0RNPADEJUpMFcgQwfZJ65uTM0a9ySySefpNw1bDmsoyEdU2pUKN7TbMfjFBoZKoltrCDrpE1qMNX_EZeEwHkA-_FVK_Rp/s640/blogger-image--899828612.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. These lovely ladies had a shower for Sam last night. Yes. Lots of fun was had by all. Yes. Lots of chocolate covered strawberries were eaten. Yes. There was lots of laughter. I am so very glad to know these women and have them in my life. They are why, almost two years later, I am still *sort of* sane. </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlwVHEt4VYzMcf5FOKW-WTaViMjqSwoc-zYw-HudbYIf1aW7Q_p4pKgAHBsTGWqy3X0nY3iAHyXSe1ub0L6oWR0mpp2TRis1MPeG7IjLhtQ4L57z6h-nyYu_1B_WtGicO5j6JoFVtkq3b/s640/blogger-image-1075624891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlwVHEt4VYzMcf5FOKW-WTaViMjqSwoc-zYw-HudbYIf1aW7Q_p4pKgAHBsTGWqy3X0nY3iAHyXSe1ub0L6oWR0mpp2TRis1MPeG7IjLhtQ4L57z6h-nyYu_1B_WtGicO5j6JoFVtkq3b/s640/blogger-image-1075624891.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. These faces were made at my baby shower. Yes. The biggest one would have gotten posted by someone else had I not posted, so I decided to own it. Yes. We really had an awesome time and Sammer got some awesome gifts. </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17fdxsAwDPyhVRNr9EMOFpmvHFDbRT5N6vOjWZTNOSGB4TPGxopmrU6a5NIz7nFHYApTFI7XQ2SIaUDmWfh32CMpJhIHbQJI2Hm7k4s9hyphenhypheniPPy5-vEHOaazlmRc26PMmgjLay0GLoLP5z/s640/blogger-image-1135344827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17fdxsAwDPyhVRNr9EMOFpmvHFDbRT5N6vOjWZTNOSGB4TPGxopmrU6a5NIz7nFHYApTFI7XQ2SIaUDmWfh32CMpJhIHbQJI2Hm7k4s9hyphenhypheniPPy5-vEHOaazlmRc26PMmgjLay0GLoLP5z/s640/blogger-image-1135344827.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My three loves. Lily, Alice, and Sam. Alice was a funny pokey baby, Sammer is huge, and Lily wasn't a selfie. Rock on, Lily. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hopefuly, in four days I will have baby pictures to post instead of belly pictures. Sammer is scheduled to be here on Tuesday, and I can't wait. I look forward to meeting him and snuggling his squishy little self. I'll do my best to not take two weeks to put up another post, but as per usual... no promises! I've got this little life I really like to live, and sometimes there just isn't time! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope you are all staying warm!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie jo</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-73519170656836668882014-01-18T09:45:00.001-06:002014-01-18T09:45:42.608-06:00Queen For A Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuaoopD_1PIFC6lWXZzUOZVKxxsJk2_WcU78rFpzHF2WIys7UYjWXEkWHZydeHGIr9GOhnlR3UMoVrEPFPur9-WInUNcfGWe719a9IQRGsUtv5GLXhXXrcmKlqiKT2huvogo49v3ynJW9/s640/blogger-image-1895344789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuaoopD_1PIFC6lWXZzUOZVKxxsJk2_WcU78rFpzHF2WIys7UYjWXEkWHZydeHGIr9GOhnlR3UMoVrEPFPur9-WInUNcfGWe719a9IQRGsUtv5GLXhXXrcmKlqiKT2huvogo49v3ynJW9/s640/blogger-image-1895344789.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We all knew though, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I knew. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anywho! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXdO-pnFLzBrRVMKw_TZW61JUg9zCKkpCPs76YzOKc6HTnojE-4uEfO9IS3QSUaWHSPG8ym-Vq0keK6kiIKDtfF_wjKAw2d-Co5NFfCPk-uC9sB_bo-jhn5a22gsvtKacpQhR8rM-sUqV/s640/blogger-image-1305215669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXdO-pnFLzBrRVMKw_TZW61JUg9zCKkpCPs76YzOKc6HTnojE-4uEfO9IS3QSUaWHSPG8ym-Vq0keK6kiIKDtfF_wjKAw2d-Co5NFfCPk-uC9sB_bo-jhn5a22gsvtKacpQhR8rM-sUqV/s640/blogger-image-1305215669.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The girls got a new two seat stroller and loooove it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CPJyrsqz2KSaLt9WSKGAE271l_RNgSBXuqypfIAaBxxHGk_cdEUCwOuE5JQO3a1-gA9a7hIBRD5DNXJ2QY1uXML0dg_pnBxEKQtTDfx3rPjqBBFZ2C9_VfmwPfzvPvZhUjFTW350NCoj/s640/blogger-image-1174045772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CPJyrsqz2KSaLt9WSKGAE271l_RNgSBXuqypfIAaBxxHGk_cdEUCwOuE5JQO3a1-gA9a7hIBRD5DNXJ2QY1uXML0dg_pnBxEKQtTDfx3rPjqBBFZ2C9_VfmwPfzvPvZhUjFTW350NCoj/s640/blogger-image-1174045772.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I I had to bribe Alice to get her out of it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTMK_9tjXbPd8WB2GK_QGCkWDopgdM8A5H1f7Kwkh31fz7YVCTIRezwjulidU3W1YTuRXSbi0YUPnUJqCfN0NAPi_vqspSsCaJYHA8luJ1uYUDbz8abSfdM10gJTWrLvV3hVd7DFt3bY9/s640/blogger-image-1720046973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTMK_9tjXbPd8WB2GK_QGCkWDopgdM8A5H1f7Kwkh31fz7YVCTIRezwjulidU3W1YTuRXSbi0YUPnUJqCfN0NAPi_vqspSsCaJYHA8luJ1uYUDbz8abSfdM10gJTWrLvV3hVd7DFt3bY9/s640/blogger-image-1720046973.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had lots of fun at Uncle Ben's birthday party! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kSnFUr5Sk7-aQc9KmcHn3KhFVK21Q6LRJPWrw_92sP6BX0HmPWDV_AFLKaBnm8TXWKQsIAemY8TjkaPACY2DUPseiy2c-jmhIjqU5-k61xiXQa3zQyhU7OpbR9JSaCy93E9JhhQ79FE5/s640/blogger-image--430914654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kSnFUr5Sk7-aQc9KmcHn3KhFVK21Q6LRJPWrw_92sP6BX0HmPWDV_AFLKaBnm8TXWKQsIAemY8TjkaPACY2DUPseiy2c-jmhIjqU5-k61xiXQa3zQyhU7OpbR9JSaCy93E9JhhQ79FE5/s640/blogger-image--430914654.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We even got to stay up late and watch videos. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxJW8aY_KLiwGg7es1c9QRM_mRK3ICZTD4AtfXhbXaXAwSI0iiI9EwA8SyxB3shBiozigULVN9A28qVV8bGFuw9H8z87rpoXHiC6yzGZfbxKrDMa1kKMhiLtuXZ3pwYi6gB1wBxcZ0kzm/s640/blogger-image-1479236182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxJW8aY_KLiwGg7es1c9QRM_mRK3ICZTD4AtfXhbXaXAwSI0iiI9EwA8SyxB3shBiozigULVN9A28qVV8bGFuw9H8z87rpoXHiC6yzGZfbxKrDMa1kKMhiLtuXZ3pwYi6gB1wBxcZ0kzm/s640/blogger-image-1479236182.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Uncle Ben was very surprised, and a fun time was had by all! We know that if 30 started out this awesome, it will continue to completely rock for him! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmEzfQ1J_jTuD7BNYSm1kTCsYUpyuMMLMKFcC4OZwCemOhfAvZxVlS-qQgznocYx4oquuszU7k_uu1N0kg3IZZfR3mzyf6iYNtgmP1nVFRRwH9I8_BoQrbssJZXE_rV1qms-vu_HO5_Lk/s640/blogger-image--1321886386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmEzfQ1J_jTuD7BNYSm1kTCsYUpyuMMLMKFcC4OZwCemOhfAvZxVlS-qQgznocYx4oquuszU7k_uu1N0kg3IZZfR3mzyf6iYNtgmP1nVFRRwH9I8_BoQrbssJZXE_rV1qms-vu_HO5_Lk/s640/blogger-image--1321886386.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lastly, remember. She's a princess. That is your big take-away from this post. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Happy Saturday! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie jo</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-9987368492559450002014-01-16T12:01:00.001-06:002014-01-16T12:01:47.045-06:00We Don't Do PonytailsMy oldest child doesn't do ponytails. She doesn't like bows or braids or headbands. She doesn't like anything to get in the way of her crazy mess of hair being free to be a crazy mess. However...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPMw9owxG44MqkVjoerwDuc3a3INBBW-PQ8NU1TF95edipiP6OE83qVC2_s4M8PYHhuF7gBkfgBTSJkWhQgnIbBsnq4ojm267fp8aRr47dK5egsf9DzEILF8NR7ZZvDW8eFZzWx8PzSIs/s640/blogger-image-1497569661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPMw9owxG44MqkVjoerwDuc3a3INBBW-PQ8NU1TF95edipiP6OE83qVC2_s4M8PYHhuF7gBkfgBTSJkWhQgnIbBsnq4ojm267fp8aRr47dK5egsf9DzEILF8NR7ZZvDW8eFZzWx8PzSIs/s640/blogger-image-1497569661.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yesterday Miss Lily let me put this little braid in her hair right before lunch. She left it in until after dinner!! Baby steps, people. We are proud!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTosPU2SWqBTkaGuXXRjMDe6oqRhc4aG7ANVIuhSjFJymhojvY0LTbcPoC3vpVmgyEdWEkfBFmGV1OKsk7myOxFWfdftReysdQnQtdyqC4kUxTi-Q4h_WvyPEVv9RBd7rKbQOyiZqAHoP/s640/blogger-image--1119739860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTosPU2SWqBTkaGuXXRjMDe6oqRhc4aG7ANVIuhSjFJymhojvY0LTbcPoC3vpVmgyEdWEkfBFmGV1OKsk7myOxFWfdftReysdQnQtdyqC4kUxTi-Q4h_WvyPEVv9RBd7rKbQOyiZqAHoP/s640/blogger-image--1119739860.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Alice loves a ponytail, but we were about to have a bath, so hers was already out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWka3KU6Ulhgi0fbhgO1ZNb7cHeRB65FUPTmTuA7gC56_IjL3XYNkKQPi1ocmERwwEfdPzREi2IBGXp6xwEqoUWm4KmpCui83Gyb4vAVVaDxabVdI6jRZJTO10Nb9PP3wqln7QVxcOOT2j/s640/blogger-image-705173202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWka3KU6Ulhgi0fbhgO1ZNb7cHeRB65FUPTmTuA7gC56_IjL3XYNkKQPi1ocmERwwEfdPzREi2IBGXp6xwEqoUWm4KmpCui83Gyb4vAVVaDxabVdI6jRZJTO10Nb9PP3wqln7QVxcOOT2j/s640/blogger-image-705173202.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I gave up trying to convince these girls to let me fix their hair a <i>looooong</i> time ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEsFNYeSnW35rvtbF-_aq2t7iTj2BhcoWkYYZXzTdJcmKDX2-8I_obWuetxel461_EtSKiiIqEpZRuFJHtZ2Se_982fXkRkFv5K7EUvIBCLkhHShO7owqj8ecEXBInQ2Gkuf7lt0UjaiW/s640/blogger-image-752512198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEsFNYeSnW35rvtbF-_aq2t7iTj2BhcoWkYYZXzTdJcmKDX2-8I_obWuetxel461_EtSKiiIqEpZRuFJHtZ2Se_982fXkRkFv5K7EUvIBCLkhHShO7owqj8ecEXBInQ2Gkuf7lt0UjaiW/s640/blogger-image-752512198.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lucy... We could put bows on the bat ears... Maybe... For a second... Hmmmm</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway... Think healthy baby soon thoughts for me! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie Jo</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-35513030262710696342014-01-14T11:48:00.001-06:002014-01-14T11:48:35.435-06:00Showered in Happy<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD87i13Fb_Avty8bCMbG23WceDFK9amYq7mLH5cmmLulRVZTMBKBI1RgzFZt-2YJxTRuEJng6bJmeLJJktdffNfduB6sKJ7ohyphenhyphent2_eBngUQrBfzbXm-ucbZzlWu3sUVPOfO5NILr3SyS7/s640/blogger-image--257157876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br></a></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD87i13Fb_Avty8bCMbG23WceDFK9amYq7mLH5cmmLulRVZTMBKBI1RgzFZt-2YJxTRuEJng6bJmeLJJktdffNfduB6sKJ7ohyphenhyphent2_eBngUQrBfzbXm-ucbZzlWu3sUVPOfO5NILr3SyS7/s640/blogger-image--257157876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br></a></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD87i13Fb_Avty8bCMbG23WceDFK9amYq7mLH5cmmLulRVZTMBKBI1RgzFZt-2YJxTRuEJng6bJmeLJJktdffNfduB6sKJ7ohyphenhyphent2_eBngUQrBfzbXm-ucbZzlWu3sUVPOfO5NILr3SyS7/s640/blogger-image--257157876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br></a></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvO44Stm3KJPMzplBL5CB2sEAaEsQj92jNMyTooZtGKTwJB2fURnkd9u_zz56x33TR1LGDmclDzMfjRB2_I1y9algnNNUt73ERvM0UgYlCQj3f8s4NVrnnjtlGHW0VAYN89auLuladyEz/s640/blogger-image-2083083927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvO44Stm3KJPMzplBL5CB2sEAaEsQj92jNMyTooZtGKTwJB2fURnkd9u_zz56x33TR1LGDmclDzMfjRB2_I1y9algnNNUt73ERvM0UgYlCQj3f8s4NVrnnjtlGHW0VAYN89auLuladyEz/s640/blogger-image-2083083927.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Let me just tell you a little about my Sunday. It started out with two very sweet girls on the couch before church with all of their babies. We LOVE our babies around here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlP638R_ueexqFxomC2yAEfOf5ju8VZgKVYI_pRC0jZMOhWIZNOviXMcSpiDoTKOjX9Uo9_HO-36csltR6jAb3KDunU89H-uPDHTfzAxVXMEv6Pod8hVsn8jJ1Y37neAGRHBhAzQ40Mw4v/s640/blogger-image-1749979663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlP638R_ueexqFxomC2yAEfOf5ju8VZgKVYI_pRC0jZMOhWIZNOviXMcSpiDoTKOjX9Uo9_HO-36csltR6jAb3KDunU89H-uPDHTfzAxVXMEv6Pod8hVsn8jJ1Y37neAGRHBhAzQ40Mw4v/s640/blogger-image-1749979663.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Potter clan made it to church early for the first time in about a year. Yes, yes. We rock. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">After services we had a wonderful potluck down in the guildhall. If I look huge in that picture... It is because I am HUGE. We also had our annual parish meeting. It always runs smoothly when there is enough wine. HAHAHA Just kidding guys. (Or am I?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmQ1GeT3SCMLmZMUHSZYegTyq8gClF1pPZJWEtcGAZDkUCuUnvdbm9j91g1RQKBk4TApFyQqwpO_TeYksvMeXIJYDmkq4y31kOmG0-Dyaz5a04bXFLbG6kAereo7tejZyY41PkH6D_Mlp/s640/blogger-image-325557644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmQ1GeT3SCMLmZMUHSZYegTyq8gClF1pPZJWEtcGAZDkUCuUnvdbm9j91g1RQKBk4TApFyQqwpO_TeYksvMeXIJYDmkq4y31kOmG0-Dyaz5a04bXFLbG6kAereo7tejZyY41PkH6D_Mlp/s640/blogger-image-325557644.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There was also a baby shower right in the middle of all that good food and yearly reporting. We are constantly blessed by the wonderful people at St. Mary's. My favorite Natalie ever made the most awesome-mouth-staining-bigger-than-blue cupcakes, and I really wish I had gotten a picture of the girls all stripped down in the Gulid Hall eating them like it was the last sweet they would ever have. It was wonderful. I'm so glad to know these people and to have them as part of my life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMXxQFWbwHb7Ko9rlvoD7Q99yB0GseY0lQP3BkHplJUYb0nc8gWWW4YK10A-Jf2I6lyrB08Ob2Zvz1LoIxW98tF3I6_l9FjjcdOsu19fNX4FO5cRA5PGQY1b8siJtUzbMX2ZG7OBeaLxr/s640/blogger-image-424136507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMXxQFWbwHb7Ko9rlvoD7Q99yB0GseY0lQP3BkHplJUYb0nc8gWWW4YK10A-Jf2I6lyrB08Ob2Zvz1LoIxW98tF3I6_l9FjjcdOsu19fNX4FO5cRA5PGQY1b8siJtUzbMX2ZG7OBeaLxr/s640/blogger-image-424136507.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Potter Clan has been quarantined for a week because we all had the flu. Sunday was our first outing, and we were all excited to get out that afternoon to have dinner with the Steff's. No pictures of the actual outing... We were too busy having good food and conversation with good friends. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Monday was a whole different story! I was flat on my butt all day long. I couldn't sit, stand, or lay down by myself. It was... Miserable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkbCnBX78LmFBFYA2vVI3f881hu9jBWmuw9IDU3RCADrh9vGd1HCZfRPAG28fHn7ETNlJ-Lt7_nu37jpMsvsenLKf9w2ffq-FSgKJtLCQ_agpttIuZ9s3-zFm8Kuty-T-d2sYYCS_wvxQ/s640/blogger-image--1499497716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkbCnBX78LmFBFYA2vVI3f881hu9jBWmuw9IDU3RCADrh9vGd1HCZfRPAG28fHn7ETNlJ-Lt7_nu37jpMsvsenLKf9w2ffq-FSgKJtLCQ_agpttIuZ9s3-zFm8Kuty-T-d2sYYCS_wvxQ/s640/blogger-image--1499497716.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hubbs took Lily to Joy School. It was "U & V" day. OHMY. There were apparently underpants, valentines, and volcanoes! What fun! That girl LOVES Joy School. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpIJy7w7WgdPsn3i70wlq2or7XCZEfys8rjNYYnK06TIGa9H-kfTRLCi3mooTOl6bzVLll1N2B3N8fo__Vph08_dpTZcngcnAd2mmF2vBzw8U2iNYHOldfN3gMmgp6BTzpcwXq44cHzQI/s640/blogger-image-247640801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpIJy7w7WgdPsn3i70wlq2or7XCZEfys8rjNYYnK06TIGa9H-kfTRLCi3mooTOl6bzVLll1N2B3N8fo__Vph08_dpTZcngcnAd2mmF2vBzw8U2iNYHOldfN3gMmgp6BTzpcwXq44cHzQI/s640/blogger-image-247640801.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While Lily was in Joy School, Alice and Daddy had breakfast together! They don't get the opportunity to hang out alone much, and I think they had a super fun time! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8QCpyyclstxFEwaUSStmgnq5-VdeI1PFHO2tg70dqXK34E5nL22EG-v42DVM0Z9wRjbOWSDzt24a2Fxv2RV86rmcv0vnLceB3L0GEY5YcNSCBjO-h081L0k63AGCoMr_j5SeZ9xQSUja/s640/blogger-image--2135844505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8QCpyyclstxFEwaUSStmgnq5-VdeI1PFHO2tg70dqXK34E5nL22EG-v42DVM0Z9wRjbOWSDzt24a2Fxv2RV86rmcv0vnLceB3L0GEY5YcNSCBjO-h081L0k63AGCoMr_j5SeZ9xQSUja/s640/blogger-image--2135844505.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Later that day after Hubbs and our friend Lauren worked on me, things started looking up. The girls rocked out playing with their happy-christmas lacing cards. Their Nea Nea gets them great gifts! </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMrns4DhrJgpMy83jdA9KYU-gb6PPk5IV7pgkQdCluTLe92drlPjZ2iMMFEdi9fCAxUJlcnjSLZTslQSkg74lUJVN5NX13T9jOT8vfQ-CWmhqte7ZflfBjyoAo2EKnHsNofC4iCCztnQ-/s640/blogger-image--2088074729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMrns4DhrJgpMy83jdA9KYU-gb6PPk5IV7pgkQdCluTLe92drlPjZ2iMMFEdi9fCAxUJlcnjSLZTslQSkg74lUJVN5NX13T9jOT8vfQ-CWmhqte7ZflfBjyoAo2EKnHsNofC4iCCztnQ-/s640/blogger-image--2088074729.jpg"></a></div><br></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There was some obligatory crawling on Mom's massage table. The most hilarious bit of this whole adventure was that I couldn't get a happy shot of Alice to save my life... Then I realized that Lily was either blurry or making the weirdest faces. They were hysterical up there. It is funny how sometimes you just don't get that shot. Nikki and Hubbs on the other hand... content. Totally content. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">That's our last couple of days in a nut shell. I count it a success. I hope you all had a happy weekend!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Monday is past!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Wear your seat belts!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">-katie jo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Bja68n5HF67uK1jTrAN-hdt5EQSjYOB9EgC1njpRX-q8U0tNwFaRdexBODHr9szskrEHFu-RwlaDe_6z8fCzgnHPXTriJI_dA5SLaUqpz66DaY1WLV6VDx6YQK4NqJfi4H3yraueq9wq/s640/blogger-image-2143323412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Some days should just be about enjoying the little things. We really enjoyed lunch today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIXXfhTZub1gwkOTonEtLsrkAd1Z4PbsMTmnDwn-kH-hD6hsoDtjbaVZr-XqHkg91vFEOxMZa6zO_NrVCzYaCWSNCvZ3zSAHsqcEaxYQ4pXoNvxNkLNZmXbTNNRnhHN4UA3RFYV3-yE-k/s640/blogger-image-182631735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIXXfhTZub1gwkOTonEtLsrkAd1Z4PbsMTmnDwn-kH-hD6hsoDtjbaVZr-XqHkg91vFEOxMZa6zO_NrVCzYaCWSNCvZ3zSAHsqcEaxYQ4pXoNvxNkLNZmXbTNNRnhHN4UA3RFYV3-yE-k/s640/blogger-image-182631735.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Bja68n5HF67uK1jTrAN-hdt5EQSjYOB9EgC1njpRX-q8U0tNwFaRdexBODHr9szskrEHFu-RwlaDe_6z8fCzgnHPXTriJI_dA5SLaUqpz66DaY1WLV6VDx6YQK4NqJfi4H3yraueq9wq/s640/blogger-image-2143323412.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is all the easier when you have this friendly guy promising you cookies if you are a good eater. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDDvphs7kKODtttgNrv629SzRQwmNANGnhhlNi2xh6Q98hcn0z12JSHHGQKPY2iEyQLYX1t6WorTG3406EOxR2sB_LII1Y79sTvdHpSRrHma138yRzc28tS9OJV7J2z-_RHfoViXwPopyJ/s640/blogger-image--837705948.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are very good eaters. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghm6Zj0dyLxybKhHY7SwBoqnOoyCsvSyokpGA4Q8rENllPsWgx-EF-KoTCKAbte6teVCCriNgKPzAfNYnNMVdj2r_bqOib65OlvOS0-O2bov4VXxwGD7d9_8i0LRLw12kI5A9MTa9EWDtR/s640/blogger-image-892286436.jpg"></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczVbcEyk2k-cOMnrKIYKGtzwcF2n-kgxy9szJyNZLauDj7lqBEq8L0f4i_6xruxQMq87gmdzFVyv8WbVCRxmgk4vrrX9jpva59IQg7jKDjc90YCCBUzKRMloKj7d5ujmfkNwwTFSBZTON/s640/blogger-image-317690460.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We hope you enjoyed the little things, too. We also hope you were a good eater and got a cookie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sweet dreams! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie jo</div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-22413128886640436102014-01-10T16:24:00.001-06:002014-01-10T16:24:32.165-06:00Yeee Haw!!Dude, Dudettes, and Other Awesome People, we got stick horses for Christmas. <div><br></div><div>These are not your ordinary run-of-the-mill stick horses. No. These stick horses were hand made with love, blood, and many, many curse words by the best Julie to ever have been a Julie. </div><div><br></div><div>That's right. Stick horses are cool, but anything made by our Julie is automatically 20% cooler and way more fun. These are after all multipurpose stick horses. </div><div><br></div><div>They can give you a ride...</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJ8zV8Zd98Q4To0M-XuuvAfbTx2AcAkxITHSSveVf_fTDdX6a_Rv09U1pud10rXRUmynOT-DWafe7-hPXpnx06UUoZVm2mExI0997H9bEmPWb3hD0kpjQePOIrWmLd0V4XHCLejAOojJQ/s640/blogger-image--1490867825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJ8zV8Zd98Q4To0M-XuuvAfbTx2AcAkxITHSSveVf_fTDdX6a_Rv09U1pud10rXRUmynOT-DWafe7-hPXpnx06UUoZVm2mExI0997H9bEmPWb3hD0kpjQePOIrWmLd0V4XHCLejAOojJQ/s640/blogger-image--1490867825.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They can move you so quickly that modern technology cannot keep up with your speed...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wL7Atajln00F1durjxaeY-gWV_29rSkRxdknRCPawFMkd2mPx2FiBx1kjx3Y3AYRViowGtsExkEMeAUakXaPURkx6scm8czI1npEsDydvlQYTFxiwngHxEu8prB0fhZ9ThYF8kKFt8xL/s640/blogger-image-476326807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wL7Atajln00F1durjxaeY-gWV_29rSkRxdknRCPawFMkd2mPx2FiBx1kjx3Y3AYRViowGtsExkEMeAUakXaPURkx6scm8czI1npEsDydvlQYTFxiwngHxEu8prB0fhZ9ThYF8kKFt8xL/s640/blogger-image-476326807.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They can clean the floor while being "taken for a walk..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0TLx9-zfW0UfEDPNe6KiOPY8xNhTcUYZshAwor1rDmVeeGzTdQ-5HK4VSDD9CkgURo_XT-yrXeR3Mb6tsSWQA6kDKWjDJ984JZOzJh-6LtoUcPTVfvGOeJ3bk9KFWYrzHVLjAKSWHEsk/s640/blogger-image--352574207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0TLx9-zfW0UfEDPNe6KiOPY8xNhTcUYZshAwor1rDmVeeGzTdQ-5HK4VSDD9CkgURo_XT-yrXeR3Mb6tsSWQA6kDKWjDJ984JZOzJh-6LtoUcPTVfvGOeJ3bk9KFWYrzHVLjAKSWHEsk/s640/blogger-image--352574207.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They can pretend to be Mulan's cannon that Mushu needs to light to bury the Huns in an avalanche of snow...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8kVuw4oysD534XOrRVDiJtyVpRKczxwjY7qvDBTEquGNNkIWDPHKMRuVHGlQITSWN5VheI70HzI-avvQBiuf-wv9vaNZPpnV3qSUWTpPFm3maw1VqzTFqxznqGsrDTumyD5kibjE3Zwc/s640/blogger-image-774432854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8kVuw4oysD534XOrRVDiJtyVpRKczxwjY7qvDBTEquGNNkIWDPHKMRuVHGlQITSWN5VheI70HzI-avvQBiuf-wv9vaNZPpnV3qSUWTpPFm3maw1VqzTFqxznqGsrDTumyD5kibjE3Zwc/s640/blogger-image-774432854.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes they get tired and need a piggy-back ride...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhMxLL2UDhC1ItdUvMLzC4jMa8QQg7QNSEyklshHkyzU_vWjV2VFDkUXH38DQBEAiroWIHxF_25qsE-13-JgnAehyphenhyphenV8ofxP61Aig0PyMNkSJNXh5Ma-v511we_5VsnhgW5f6sKZQUCwRM/s640/blogger-image--1054658082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhMxLL2UDhC1ItdUvMLzC4jMa8QQg7QNSEyklshHkyzU_vWjV2VFDkUXH38DQBEAiroWIHxF_25qsE-13-JgnAehyphenhyphenV8ofxP61Aig0PyMNkSJNXh5Ma-v511we_5VsnhgW5f6sKZQUCwRM/s640/blogger-image--1054658082.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They are great listeners...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZu11Mi9KNR3MmQNlj_szcG52pEFRB68gNi85XuOC24Tqa9auPJrCsWYEOfa4QxIs7doP1jfH6OLcTASld2MtVk3nLtiTvSfjy2TzfBD4uVFigh60lD8pEOkp-shBlhqT821i4pyfU42NZ/s640/blogger-image-89740406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZu11Mi9KNR3MmQNlj_szcG52pEFRB68gNi85XuOC24Tqa9auPJrCsWYEOfa4QxIs7doP1jfH6OLcTASld2MtVk3nLtiTvSfjy2TzfBD4uVFigh60lD8pEOkp-shBlhqT821i4pyfU42NZ/s640/blogger-image-89740406.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And they are still the best riding ponies around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieG375qEI39xKRlLX_t8Hwu9Gqc7KEK3t41wlEe1rxiWsqxo7BcWsJ4r8DVWwfLCMJoP90-BpZNYyye44vVgyfgNqRCC6Dl0PZgyjIKH-87uM7A05QAvR3POwxuGqTTVVj96LkjzFqU_4E/s640/blogger-image-1688381403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieG375qEI39xKRlLX_t8Hwu9Gqc7KEK3t41wlEe1rxiWsqxo7BcWsJ4r8DVWwfLCMJoP90-BpZNYyye44vVgyfgNqRCC6Dl0PZgyjIKH-87uM7A05QAvR3POwxuGqTTVVj96LkjzFqU_4E/s640/blogger-image-1688381403.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope you all were so fortunate to get such cool things. More than that I hope you are all lucky enough to have your own Julie who provides hours of entertainment via the coolest gifts ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yee Haw, y'all!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie jo</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-35246053362294481502014-01-09T12:47:00.001-06:002014-01-09T12:49:55.722-06:00End of an EraIt's been a big day.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7ca4jeCHYkuIdXUcgmfFmHq28t6b9wRETM1A7HnJSGTd_G47Y-uc8IY8nVhIDYfob1gAhnOzkliXzuhlN6sGwodT8ihJCGWwEEkm4iDPalNtKv2BHlISvOSD-ajlBcjug59meh1RbTt0/s640/blogger-image--224427996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7ca4jeCHYkuIdXUcgmfFmHq28t6b9wRETM1A7HnJSGTd_G47Y-uc8IY8nVhIDYfob1gAhnOzkliXzuhlN6sGwodT8ihJCGWwEEkm4iDPalNtKv2BHlISvOSD-ajlBcjug59meh1RbTt0/s640/blogger-image--224427996.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The girls took a break from some intense movie watching to give me a big, "CHEESE!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUulQ2_C-7KdOePremBhi39GRSDrPJgLONQ10Dj9fR0Xj2k26TBhcQuUHh-x_NDP2G5BRvQnyk7z9Xw_nQNuwxpzN_qyIs5MFqUiFQximOtylV8yjGsp2jbbofZoLUtMRzI465NSTPh_S/s640/blogger-image--635076606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUulQ2_C-7KdOePremBhi39GRSDrPJgLONQ10Dj9fR0Xj2k26TBhcQuUHh-x_NDP2G5BRvQnyk7z9Xw_nQNuwxpzN_qyIs5MFqUiFQximOtylV8yjGsp2jbbofZoLUtMRzI465NSTPh_S/s640/blogger-image--635076606.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They quickly got right back down to business. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismmMw__1yHrZ2kTib0oyMSiW0rpi_QSNP3GIYtPvt-l4a5McsJVS9C-JLQbirRSEqynGUk1g54ws2EOqb0sGyg-EFnywmFmNN8wC2EtalpKRXxpag0THf_qmo6mItpTKlHuNNKtX3djcW/s640/blogger-image-980348074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismmMw__1yHrZ2kTib0oyMSiW0rpi_QSNP3GIYtPvt-l4a5McsJVS9C-JLQbirRSEqynGUk1g54ws2EOqb0sGyg-EFnywmFmNN8wC2EtalpKRXxpag0THf_qmo6mItpTKlHuNNKtX3djcW/s640/blogger-image-980348074.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then we had some rock awesome blueberry-full oatmeal for breakfast. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZW-Dvq0YYXOp7tMJUXE2GaMJzXfeJwKJRJMa7vPn017cXB2X9ihqYRA1uCj52S1KcvzPy8WRrnJeQQKcqHxTtLpLPzHZZ8qPcVKyNfZEtIC58DLDBhb7ad40zGnH3IlqRSOGmAU57f_Lq/s640/blogger-image-1372177344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZW-Dvq0YYXOp7tMJUXE2GaMJzXfeJwKJRJMa7vPn017cXB2X9ihqYRA1uCj52S1KcvzPy8WRrnJeQQKcqHxTtLpLPzHZZ8qPcVKyNfZEtIC58DLDBhb7ad40zGnH3IlqRSOGmAU57f_Lq/s640/blogger-image-1372177344.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We read a new magazine together on the floor. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL3vJp0PbbVMyFvvElMZrKSdOixGiMNs-pqG2of8ng4wVBAeNsSvjrVAEAsXWgvL04KFcbXzu3M4nJet0X7Y3Yj0L9tIO-P7bRJtk1Yz2GRfir_gBgrPutY9r3Fxi6xYNBAHS4pMPLJK0/s640/blogger-image--439784368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL3vJp0PbbVMyFvvElMZrKSdOixGiMNs-pqG2of8ng4wVBAeNsSvjrVAEAsXWgvL04KFcbXzu3M4nJet0X7Y3Yj0L9tIO-P7bRJtk1Yz2GRfir_gBgrPutY9r3Fxi6xYNBAHS4pMPLJK0/s640/blogger-image--439784368.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">...Did some living room stargazing with Dad when he got home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJZXM0aRr6mGLNs3EPtvk0B5geyqmyIGJW_wceI4if3f4zlQ6b9jvOvvjPqR9-MZT8EeT2ylmtCMUjla2xzxqa397AF46uJ8ZWAz-IQGv42frcHS78SDt-7wS0dcvs8hs8snmv_zhBFup/s640/blogger-image--1911842964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJZXM0aRr6mGLNs3EPtvk0B5geyqmyIGJW_wceI4if3f4zlQ6b9jvOvvjPqR9-MZT8EeT2ylmtCMUjla2xzxqa397AF46uJ8ZWAz-IQGv42frcHS78SDt-7wS0dcvs8hs8snmv_zhBFup/s640/blogger-image--1911842964.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Took a selfie while Mom was fixing a snack for us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nUC-BkbMcRAnd3A8zXdYZF3yKdYCsjyZvOJuntyipXzLmjeJI3aA-O0Re-_zsUFmm_26D0VrJVJCkfDwUFtAorDOqKdYIxr2YCH93RHv1aCX0dDoiSw7ZHhfSHdJERZdJVHLd4ke4RaW/s640/blogger-image-55985747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nUC-BkbMcRAnd3A8zXdYZF3yKdYCsjyZvOJuntyipXzLmjeJI3aA-O0Re-_zsUFmm_26D0VrJVJCkfDwUFtAorDOqKdYIxr2YCH93RHv1aCX0dDoiSw7ZHhfSHdJERZdJVHLd4ke4RaW/s640/blogger-image-55985747.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Threw a toy for Lucy....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And then my heart broke. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We sold the Element. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMYG0qFfThsjGS1_O4XAWJARW97_FX80jXY-QIYzJ5Mb5d2MiOHUrDYFzYTAw-qADV6KQuqIJPbAPQLMHOyDnJgnmoOqnvqRhBxXurEqbDPga7Bmj2k5gOgB8H062z-Oknk5_DUk8aROM/s640/blogger-image--1127828602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMYG0qFfThsjGS1_O4XAWJARW97_FX80jXY-QIYzJ5Mb5d2MiOHUrDYFzYTAw-qADV6KQuqIJPbAPQLMHOyDnJgnmoOqnvqRhBxXurEqbDPga7Bmj2k5gOgB8H062z-Oknk5_DUk8aROM/s640/blogger-image--1127828602.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It truly is the end of an era. While I was cleaning out the vehicle I found a hospital parking stub from when Alice was born, Lily's first vaccination bandaid, the "thank-you" note we received from our realtor when we bought our first house, and a million other little things that made me slightly weepy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When I say, "slightly weepy," you should read that to say, "I bawled like a little girl after the nice man came to pick her up."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Her. Her name is Helena Honda. I hope she has many adventures with her new people. I hear she will be selling music-y things at Bonaroo... Adventures, indeed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We won't talk about how the Hubbs is handling it... We will just say that some people weep and some people eat. HAHAHA *next post: my sudden divorce? nah. I married a man with a sense of humor*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Also... I was 20% cooler while driving her. Now I drive a van... >.<</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope you are all warm, cozy, and healthy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie jo</div></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-86543008652017285562014-01-07T12:14:00.001-06:002014-01-07T12:14:38.047-06:00Baby, it's too freaking cold outside!My phone tells me it is 5 balmy degrees outside. That's way better than when I woke up this morning to no electricity and a nasty negative number display for the temperature. And hey... It's mostly sunny even. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6TLXQrjN4X_OiA5gY5u1XkhB_NlFwHmzbb7ipoQpP3H79aYNBdEJKIxdaWunTbtgcYKjtUxyro-_KJdB-LALxd2ZdRO38X24ssf6VAdgKRlza-emNrM-YotmXtQAKsguKYdYS2OAp0V8/s640/blogger-image-406391277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6TLXQrjN4X_OiA5gY5u1XkhB_NlFwHmzbb7ipoQpP3H79aYNBdEJKIxdaWunTbtgcYKjtUxyro-_KJdB-LALxd2ZdRO38X24ssf6VAdgKRlza-emNrM-YotmXtQAKsguKYdYS2OAp0V8/s640/blogger-image-406391277.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The outside world is all white and bright and stinking cold. It is awfully pretty, and it makes the van look cleaner than it actually is. It is also a fabulous excuse not to finish unloading all the Christmas booty still in the back seat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLNibBaHpvsPEdXsSbM8PjsDAjl12J4Xnqfs2a7DA_AAF6MT1xdKIcox2gdpKzofCyB6BVwc98SX9zEqkUe03aKehWlFwCKVcwg9q44uAUWuk7yT2vPPsDKjuu7BQeV8_xcL0k_8x8e2a/s640/blogger-image--2028976336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLNibBaHpvsPEdXsSbM8PjsDAjl12J4Xnqfs2a7DA_AAF6MT1xdKIcox2gdpKzofCyB6BVwc98SX9zEqkUe03aKehWlFwCKVcwg9q44uAUWuk7yT2vPPsDKjuu7BQeV8_xcL0k_8x8e2a/s640/blogger-image--2028976336.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Inside is a different cozier story. A picture is worth a thousand words, so I'll let it do the talking, but understand that I am in the living room with a beast of a dog curled up on one side of me on the couch and one more cat on top of the couch snuggled down in my coat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYio8xlvVyr0UiCr9oLfL5BPBmdKVM8pD0-A0UBVy07SvR3uKgQKduTH0Ro99YfT3lcSIbAS3_A8msm7RyQ4qanOjxYnQwvv4oUkwJuAa164yGEkPxN3nSFK7DyjHnj_gvlXaP_rDQFB2/s640/blogger-image-1684209949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYio8xlvVyr0UiCr9oLfL5BPBmdKVM8pD0-A0UBVy07SvR3uKgQKduTH0Ro99YfT3lcSIbAS3_A8msm7RyQ4qanOjxYnQwvv4oUkwJuAa164yGEkPxN3nSFK7DyjHnj_gvlXaP_rDQFB2/s640/blogger-image-1684209949.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Marie would say to let them eat cake... I say, "It is friggin' cold outside. Let them watch Pocahontas."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Be warm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-katie jo</div><br></div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-41159069118633495032014-01-06T22:54:00.001-06:002014-01-06T22:54:45.832-06:00Year End ReportI keep sitting down to write... Really I do... Then I just don't. Here it is January of 2014, though, and I didn't post once in 2013. It was a busy year. That's not an excuse. It is a statement of fact. More than that, 2013 sucked. <div><br></div><div>Don't get me wrong. There were some wonderful things that happened in 2013 and I am gladly and happily going to share the highlights with you in this totally "catch-up-year-end-holy-smokes-that-flew right-by-me" post. There were also things that happened that made this a year I'll be glad never to repeat. </div><div><br></div><div>Where do we begin? January? How novel.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpTn7UM46ivBCCwEom3Ef2Ftz7H_GjxlICzdRwLs-qkoyDV-SHJ4E2l79EevW4zGd0Q_Zpxfz30Bd5lS7Z3eaAnFuE0zoADaDN9ZnJumw5QTqf6G_JuJr84KGiRmNnZvZBhXYY0zbEzG-/s640/blogger-image-1926481631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpTn7UM46ivBCCwEom3Ef2Ftz7H_GjxlICzdRwLs-qkoyDV-SHJ4E2l79EevW4zGd0Q_Zpxfz30Bd5lS7Z3eaAnFuE0zoADaDN9ZnJumw5QTqf6G_JuJr84KGiRmNnZvZBhXYY0zbEzG-/s640/blogger-image-1926481631.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In January it snowed. The girlys thought that was the best thing ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My grandma had surgery and had a softball sized mass removed from her abdomen... creepy, but a total blessing that it was completely benign. We rocked med school. Alice had 4 teeth. Lily embraced a deepseated fondness for her little sister who was finally crawling and a lot more interactive. I learned to make caramels and subsequently my nextdoor neighbor and I became caramel tasting experts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwScsXd3r7NZwNZkDT6cPwufmK0tSSag4q7ru9I8_2xCJVAhyk1QisOqVtth7pYtbvUdTNf-jLw60impAmreSW3yyAh6qVyW5azr9fcikmIuhF928f-Ox7B3CC9AiQHCXucTh_hPc2WdjF/s640/blogger-image-637740518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwScsXd3r7NZwNZkDT6cPwufmK0tSSag4q7ru9I8_2xCJVAhyk1QisOqVtth7pYtbvUdTNf-jLw60impAmreSW3yyAh6qVyW5azr9fcikmIuhF928f-Ox7B3CC9AiQHCXucTh_hPc2WdjF/s640/blogger-image-637740518.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">February brought Little Miss Lucy into our lives. It also held Alice's first birthday and all the celebration that came along with that. There was cake. There were friends. There was, dare I say, much rejoicing througout the land. Lily-bear thought it was a total gas. Gan and Pop even came to visit... Pretty sure we went to AR too... hmmm Funny how that works out sometimes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Uc8VkXbANnQoBMzkDNPCO_shwxCurl3CsTTsXj8bQ6kyxxS6ylkZ9zzzQRrnQDb1JGjr7ug5XDSgzS_7nXfw7kTQbL8ilcS0oksj3LvZHkP21b_3sc9iYDi15huzd1dLCfoD5pXu599Z/s640/blogger-image-1786953337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Uc8VkXbANnQoBMzkDNPCO_shwxCurl3CsTTsXj8bQ6kyxxS6ylkZ9zzzQRrnQDb1JGjr7ug5XDSgzS_7nXfw7kTQbL8ilcS0oksj3LvZHkP21b_3sc9iYDi15huzd1dLCfoD5pXu599Z/s640/blogger-image-1786953337.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">March was... Remarkable in that Alice finally decided she'd start walking! Woohoo, Alice! Lily was impressed as well... Can't you tell? Josh took a little jaunt up to Washington, D.C. for DO Day On The Hill, and the weather warmed up enough that we could wear our frillies without freezing our tushies. Yeah. I said frillies and tushies. What? Do you know me? I also made some balloon animals... don't judge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhduUsdMQZhyphenhyphen2yV6_6mWfWmvFoTGlbpn9gFMWHYgWdgYWfkNs7XP5zh_i80m_OxclGCcFFiKweLs0Ae7kpSx5frcoHLdLZQARiRWDvfVXogte8Fmk3ClOosQu8eCAoCW9lD2VtMLlWVy0ke/s640/blogger-image-939505219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhduUsdMQZhyphenhyphen2yV6_6mWfWmvFoTGlbpn9gFMWHYgWdgYWfkNs7XP5zh_i80m_OxclGCcFFiKweLs0Ae7kpSx5frcoHLdLZQARiRWDvfVXogte8Fmk3ClOosQu8eCAoCW9lD2VtMLlWVy0ke/s640/blogger-image-939505219.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">April was outdoorsy. We rocked our first Potter-Party-Of-Four camping trip. It was epic. Lily slept... not at all. Lily slept not at all. It was hilarious! We went to the zoo a couple of times with our besties. We have freaking awesome besties by the way. We went to lots of parks and lots of playgrounds. As for my itty bitty sweetie puppy... Not so itty bitty anymore. 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We rocked out Lily's third birthday and sat in awe of how awesome a three year old she was. We did some exploring of ASU's museum while we were visiting the folks and found a rock-tastic children's area that we totally took advantage of, too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2LqhQknSXrGhWPgVEEzZxekkeUhWdOthU8mbG5V6kqNPYRb5U8RsQ20cf7A7x-1vZ_O97_LkkW2COfbGl9NVVO8ufMW1oQSb0dQHDgeZzgAEoKVPCPA9dvxeHp8L2FTQbYS7S4HBvNtH/s640/blogger-image--371722469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2LqhQknSXrGhWPgVEEzZxekkeUhWdOthU8mbG5V6kqNPYRb5U8RsQ20cf7A7x-1vZ_O97_LkkW2COfbGl9NVVO8ufMW1oQSb0dQHDgeZzgAEoKVPCPA9dvxeHp8L2FTQbYS7S4HBvNtH/s640/blogger-image--371722469.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">June... June was absolutely amazing until it became mind numbingly horrible. In June we found out that we were expecting Potter Baby number 3. We were ecstatic. Potter-Party-Of-Five, here we come. Two days later we found out that my brother had been killed in a motorcycle accident. The rest of the month blurred. 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We hid out at the lake for a while and the girls had a blast "swimming." More accurately they put their feet in the water and then wanted someone to hold them the entire time they were anywhere near it. Seriously, we had a lot of fun. We moved into a different house with a very large fenced in yard for Lucy. We also got to see our little Cranberry's heartbeat which was, and continues to be, strong and healthy! We also had the priviledge of celebrating the birth of a dear friend's twin boys. They are still keeping us on our toes, as they were born conjoined and have since been successfully separated. 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I hated August. We went to the zoo. We ate some watermelon. Those things were fine. Then we unexpectedly had to say goodbye to one of the best men I have ever known. My grandfather passed away, and I am still not quite sure what we are all doing without him. He developed a very aggressive form of cancer, and was only in the hospital long enough to say good bye. I miss that man every. single. day. I don't understand why he hasn't called, and I don't know what to tell my baby when she asks if we are going to see Papa George. Aaaand apparently I can't write any more about this either. All that matters? I loved that man, and he loved me. Big. Mostly... He loved my babies to the moon and back a million times. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2Y2pms8UfrV7DbpErpF3cXsfv235esAnX9Sjl9RgDVJ7RxCjGgBF7gcYWQcUOYe0V3O85R-IqTDTKPjpYIAKQf7I2PAzdz2nG3d6oZxTeVV62mm6g-TruU6l5nXfJ9U0WO6EIuGeDLLn/s640/blogger-image--718372700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2Y2pms8UfrV7DbpErpF3cXsfv235esAnX9Sjl9RgDVJ7RxCjGgBF7gcYWQcUOYe0V3O85R-IqTDTKPjpYIAKQf7I2PAzdz2nG3d6oZxTeVV62mm6g-TruU6l5nXfJ9U0WO6EIuGeDLLn/s640/blogger-image--718372700.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">September came. We rocked a petting zoo... We found out our little Cranberry is a BOY! His name will be Samuel, after my grandpa. We went to the zoo with some friends... a lot. We went to the zoo a lot. The girls rode their fist carnival rides at the Craighead County fair in Jonesboro. They loved every minute of it. And Josh... Not a lot of pictures of Josh. Here's two! The girls and I spent a lot of time in Arkansas without him due to one thing or another, but we got lots and lots of quality time while we were all in the same state. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5dbGBDlCL61c7nvXN86GqCPOTVaJWytV7fExn10SGy39w-eeFO1QuyL3iB1AhUBOvOSntdgzMmsXcvqvMuxXOzAgGLCdNFeOokF7Q7siivybG_fuKe1UVRMNSweHYQujiOKcgtvny9-F/s640/blogger-image--1371990571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5dbGBDlCL61c7nvXN86GqCPOTVaJWytV7fExn10SGy39w-eeFO1QuyL3iB1AhUBOvOSntdgzMmsXcvqvMuxXOzAgGLCdNFeOokF7Q7siivybG_fuKe1UVRMNSweHYQujiOKcgtvny9-F/s640/blogger-image--1371990571.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5dbGBDlCL61c7nvXN86GqCPOTVaJWytV7fExn10SGy39w-eeFO1QuyL3iB1AhUBOvOSntdgzMmsXcvqvMuxXOzAgGLCdNFeOokF7Q7siivybG_fuKe1UVRMNSweHYQujiOKcgtvny9-F/s640/blogger-image--1371990571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4ZoLMSWqFRJQPyEnsvaePu74vVND50jrkhNp3ASXcNNU6lhBp4XA0hzJJ_kM5pxQZfAYB2jKcp-yhX8LWqj71A4gr7jJvvWV7SM2YoFZb2NVNqGICktkAqTrTqo7L-BHfCw9bc4rJTE0/s640/blogger-image-503246976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4ZoLMSWqFRJQPyEnsvaePu74vVND50jrkhNp3ASXcNNU6lhBp4XA0hzJJ_kM5pxQZfAYB2jKcp-yhX8LWqj71A4gr7jJvvWV7SM2YoFZb2NVNqGICktkAqTrTqo7L-BHfCw9bc4rJTE0/s640/blogger-image-503246976.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">October we spent with ALL.OUR.FRIENDS!!!! Seriously. If there was a festival, we did it. If there was a pumpkin patch, we did it. If there was an opportunity to eat out, we took it. We channeled all of our energy into spending time with awesome people, making memories. October... it did not suck. Halloween was awesome. Alice went as a "whoo-whoo" and Lily decided back in August that she was going to be a fox. What does a fox say? Glad you asked. In our house foxes say, "oodelaly." That is all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lp0CwtKyP22ySVRWHMTn1I7kEJuLKpyWf71LxWhZWD7-d1wH_nljte-wItcN-TwKpKVOPULCtq9aDTjAhLF_ZvYiHH03dUJPs6Fi4cEL7KTk2OzXcDkNDU6djpHKP2WsqRLojiuUeOHg/s640/blogger-image-1819658499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lp0CwtKyP22ySVRWHMTn1I7kEJuLKpyWf71LxWhZWD7-d1wH_nljte-wItcN-TwKpKVOPULCtq9aDTjAhLF_ZvYiHH03dUJPs6Fi4cEL7KTk2OzXcDkNDU6djpHKP2WsqRLojiuUeOHg/s640/blogger-image-1819658499.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In November we hung out with friends watching movies and going out to eat. We also took a quick trip to Arkansas where we got to see Nea and play some piano. We sure were still very aware of how empty our Papaw's chair is without him. In November, the Hubbs, ever super amazing, took the girls to Arkansas and Texas for Thanksgiving. That's right folks... I had 8 entire days of a house all to myself. I honestly can't remember such a vacation. It was MARVELOUS. During my eight days I cooked a Thanksgiving dinner and got to share it with a couple of my very favorite people and also completely rocked out my 30th birthday. By rocked out I mean that one of my dearest friends came over, we ate french fries and ice cream, and watched White Christmas. Does it get better? Doubt it. It was pretty freaking great.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqeiHIkT58f4s2_PYQpMFxn_uzSyREzkHEhQpnAbxdSYLfw4AodhKuo51MhQmXy8IL8W6VCjw-uX62VTRnkK4WZrLg-T77eJWoYn-hWtTKnRdNy2VT3SvwJmhxOhlSJgSmbvQ5fvgZpMJ/s640/blogger-image-576344484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqeiHIkT58f4s2_PYQpMFxn_uzSyREzkHEhQpnAbxdSYLfw4AodhKuo51MhQmXy8IL8W6VCjw-uX62VTRnkK4WZrLg-T77eJWoYn-hWtTKnRdNy2VT3SvwJmhxOhlSJgSmbvQ5fvgZpMJ/s640/blogger-image-576344484.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">December was... Christmasy. We had breakfast with Santa. We took pictures in front of the big tree down town. Lily was very excited to see Santa this year and tell him what she wanted for Christmas. What did she want? A candy cane. Are we the luckiest parents ever? Yes. We are. No need to ask again. Alice got some awesome things for her babies and they both got rockin' hand made stick horses from their Julie. Yes. Alice is using hers as a broom. Shh. Christmas was very, very good for the Potter tribe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There you have the year 2013 in a nutshell. It's a big, long nutshell with lots of pictures, but still fairly Reader's Digest worthy, I think. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maybe I'll update sooner next time. Honestly though, I'm having another baby in less than a month. I might update sometime before he graduates high school. If I manage that, I am really going to feel like I am on top of my game. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I hope you all had a wonderful 2013. I hope your 2014 is even better, though!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sweet dreams!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wear your seat belts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-Katie Jo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-51821530863171927172012-08-27T20:43:00.000-05:002012-08-27T20:50:16.652-05:00Woah, Lily!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We have been lucky enough to get to play with the little peach Miss Suvi a lot lately! Lily loves her and has a great time showing her toys. They play very well together for being a year and a half apart. Suvi has no idea how little she is! Alice thinks the two of them are pretty much the best thing since sweet potatoes. She watches them and giggles. She will be chasing them in no time! </span>
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The attached car. It was a set of Netter's Anatomy Flashcards. I just love that man. </div>
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I'm digging brown and blue right now... I made Lily a cute little brown plaid skirt for church a couple of weeks ago and then made this fancy new ironing board cover. (Had you seen the old one you wouldn't wonder why I took the time to find a dark print.)<br />
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The littles really had a good time in Arkansas visiting Gan, Pop, Nea, and the rest of the family! We hung out, colored, played with the doggy, and did all the other amazing things you get to do when you go stay with Gan and Pop. I count it a very successful trip!</div>
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<br />VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0Cumberland Gap, TN 37724, USA36.599527 -83.66852521.4683410000000023 -164.5279002 71.730713000000009 -2.8091502000000048tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-42774951068826915672012-07-29T17:55:00.000-05:002012-07-29T17:55:54.319-05:00Geronimo!Ok! It has officially begun! The Hubbs had his first class on Friday, and suddenly things are feeling a little more real!<br />
Orientation was interesting... Orientation, right? Totally expected that. Did not expect to be oriented personally. There is a separate orientation for spouses/significant others of students. Crazy, but very helpful. I learned a lot of things that are going to be a great help, and I met some great people. I won't lie... I still had a bit of a meltdown afterwards because I am still 535 miles away from my nearest friend and 2,400 miles from my best friend.<br />
It is a daunting thing to move to a place that is so far away. It is completely overwhelming when you realized you have moved away from everyone you know and now you are the sole source of entertainment and care for your whole little family. I didn't melt down long. Well... certainly not VERY long...<br />
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After being oriented I spent Wednesday hanging out with the girls and picking the house up. Thursday I made six little skirts for Lily. No, it isn't a typo. Six. She is outgrowing clothes so fast that I am barely keeping her in anything. The beauty of skirts? Lasting power. Make them long-ish and with an elastic waist and they will last you through two or three sizes. :o)<br />
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I found some striped shirting at Jo-Anne's a week or two ago that happened to be on sale... You know the rest. I bought some of every color they had.<br />
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LOVE THEM. I made two more the next day out of some really cute cotton prints I found at a local shop, but I haven't been able to get Lily to stand still for me to get a picture of them yet. She's busy. I can't fault that.<br />
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Right now I have two more shirts cut out and two dresses almost done. Sewing has been productive.<br />
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Friday I pulled out The Beast and started working on it the other night while the girls were in bed. I have been working on this silly blanket for *cough* 10 *cough* years now... It was the first thing I started when I learned to crochet. It's been a decade. I aim to finish it before the end of this year. I'll post a pic of it soon so you can see why it is worth the effort. It really will be a pretty blanket... Not award-winning, but pretty!<br />
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That is all of my crafty news. In family land there is quite a little bit of news though! Little Alice decided she would make friends with the cat... Oddly, the cat was very pleased with this development. Nikki just sat and loved while Alice poked her in the eye and pulled her fur. She wasn't all bad. She did a fair share of grinning and petting and giggling. There were lots of giggles when Nikki's tail would swish by to catch Alice's cheeks.<br />
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Speaking of Alice's cheeks... She's getting to be quite the little chubber. She was so small for so long and now she is fluffing right up. :o) She's perfect. It's true. I won't deny it.<br />
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Little Lily Bear has been such a sweetheart since we got here. She is laying down for naps AND laying down at night without anyone in the room. I was worried when we left Arkansas that we weren't ever going to get back to a normal bedtime routine, but we have! She has been rocking the nightshirts I made her, and I can't help but think those old tee's are enjoying some fresh blood in them!<br />
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She has been loving the church we are going to now. She's been a very good girl... busy, but good! There are several kiddos that we have met around her age. That's nice. She's such a little social creature.<br />
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What else? The hubbs had a birthday yesterday! For the better part of four months we will be the same age, and then I will be back to being older and wiser. LOL Riiiiight.<br />
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I think that's all I've got for the moment... Not a super exciting post, but a much quicker turn-around time for sure!<br />
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I hope you are having a wonderful day!<br />
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Wear your seat belts!<br />
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<br />VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0 Cumberland Gap, TN 36.599527 -83.668525236.574026 -83.708007200000011 36.625028 -83.6290432tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-61688020110637998792012-07-17T21:43:00.000-05:002012-07-17T21:43:14.833-05:00About that...What do you mean I haven't posted since May of 2011? That's absurd.<br />
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Nah. I totally buy that. I'm lousy. I always have these extended hiatuses and then come back with problems and grand declarations that I am going to better and I am going to keep up and... "blah blah blah."<br />
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Let's face the facts. I am a sucky blogger. I try. Really I do, but at the end of the for some reason I just don't stick with it. I like to say that "life gets in the way," or "I just haven't had time." That's crap. I have time. I simply use it for other stuff. By stuff I really mean sitting. Hey, at least I am honest.<br />
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Well. No grand declarations here. Simply going to say hello because I am here now, and give you a little update.<br />
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Since my last post the hubbs and I have<br />
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1. Bought a house.<br />
2. Gotten pregnant.<br />
3. Had a lot of fun with Lily.<br />
4. Had a baby.<br />
5. Named previously mentioned baby 'Alice'.<br />
6. Celebrated Lily's second birthday.<br />
7. Applied to med school.<br />
8. Interviewed for med school.<br />
9. Been accepted to med school.<br />
10. Decided to go to med school.<br />
11. Mentioned to our family that we were going to med school.<br />
12. Attempted to figure out why we bought the house mentioned in item number one.<br />
13. Packed up Lily and Alice and moved to Tennessee.<br />
14. Learned to spell "Tennessee".<br />
15. Kicked it for a couple of weeks without the interwebs.<br />
16. Sat down to write this blog.<br />
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There. See. Now you are caught up in less than 20 sentences. I left out some details, but hit the finer points I think. OH! I also opened up my Etsy shop again. Crazy. I'm sure if I get back here sometime soon I will post all about it.<br />
Right now I am going to go snuggle with a baby and then head off to bed. It will be lovely!<br />
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Sweet dreams!<br />
Wear your seat belt!<br />
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PS> Lily and Alice Love You!!!<br />
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It was a day for reminding me that I was broken and no one knew why or how or what. It was a day to remind me that "sometimes things just happen". Three times. Every pregnancy was scarier than the last. Every moment that should have been exciting and full of anticipation was instead overrun with fear and apprehension. Every end was worse than the last. Every complication was more dangerous than the one before. Every passing Mother's Day reminded me that I was a year older and still a failure. My own body was killing my dreams.<br />
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My mom is a great person to have around in the moment of crisis. She is the person I need when things go pear-shaped. Two days later... get her the hell away from me until I have gotten to a better frame of mind. "These things happen for a reason." "Maybe your body is just waiting for the perfect one." "Think of all those babies that don't have parents." My responses? "I'd dearly love to hear that reason," "They were all perfect," and "Yes, Mom. Think of all those babies. Their parents didn't want them, and yet they were able to have them. I <i>want</i> one and it seems I can't reproduce to save my soul... Thanks for that reminder."<br />
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Every person I knew was having babies and to add insult to injury half of them were upset about it or had said to me that they never wanted to have kids. Some of them were truly happy. I wanted to be happy for them. I tried to be happy for them. I hated them. It got to the point that my friends were afraid to tell me they were pregnant. My best friend from high school waited until she was six months pregnant to tell anyone because she was afraid I would be mad. When she told me it was like she was breaking the news that my favorite grandparent had passed away. I wanted to shake her. I wasn't mad at her. I couldn't blame her though. She was tiptoeing because my actions warranted it.<br />
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I was scared out of my mind when I found out I was pregnant with Lily. After an obscene amount of blood work following the last miscarriage they still didn't know what was wrong with me, and that one had come very close to killing me. I spent every single day trying not to get attached and trying not to be happy. The date for the first ultrasound came and I was prepared to see nothing. The silly little intern with the Doppler couldn't find the heartbeat. This was not a shock. There was never a heartbeat. They all died. My doctor came in and mashed around until this amazing little whooshing came loud and clear over the speaker. In the most triumphant manner possible he proclaimed, "That is your offspring!" Sure enough. That was my offspring. I cried. I cried a little because I was so happy and it was amazing. I cried more because in my mind it was just going to make it harder to lose this baby.<br />
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Every ultrasound I expected the worst, but there she was... every time. A friend of mine had gotten pregnant about 2 months before me. When she was in the middle of her eighth month she miscarried. It was her second late term miscarriage. My heart hurt for her and the panic set in. I had been lulled into a false sense of security. I had passed the mark. I had made it to the third trimester. Miscarriages are so much less likely then... but it can happen. Hysteria swept over me and I didn't sleep until exhaustion knocked me over. I made myself as busy as humanly possible and did absolutely NOTHING that could have hurt her. She had a name. I could not lose her.<br />
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My water broke at 1:30 in the morning two weeks early and 21 hours later I still hadn't had her. My labor was not progressing. My mind went to horrible places like maybe losing her now was going to be retribution for all of the awful things I had thought when other people were having kids. Maybe I hadn't lost her because I was going to die in childbirth. Maybe... maybe... I didn't tell anyone any of this. I couldn't. They were so happy. My husband was so nervous. To the outside world I was calm, collected, and smiling. That should have been a clue.<br />
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I spent the next month a neurotic mess. There was literally someone awake 24 hours a day in our house. I was convinced that if she was asleep and someone wasn't watching her, she would die in her sleep. I know. Crazy. I get that. I own it. I wasn't the woman who wouldn't let anyone hold her or even the one who wouldn't lay her on the floor to play... I just had to watch her... so she wouldn't die.<br />
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I still worry that I am going to wake up one morning and she is going to have been a dream. I still worry that I will wake up and someone will be saying "crib death" to me. On the other hand I am enjoying every single moment and every single smile.<br />
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Mother's Day came and she had to go to the doctor. Pneumonia. Funny how that diagnosis shares a lot of letters with neurotic... My mom got strep throat and an ear infection. My darling man is still in TX with what appears to be a nasty case of food poisoning. Mother's Day could have been crap, but I had waited far too long for it. My poor sweet sick girl didn't feel well and only wanted Mommy cuddles. Every time she snuggled her face into my shoulder and put her hand on my arm to go to sleep I did my best to burn it into my memory. It was worth it. She was worth it. If all of that is what it took to get her... bring it all on again.<br />
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My friend... the one that miscarried in her eighth month, adopted a little girl. They found out they were getting her on the day Lily was born. She's a couple months younger than Lily and possibly one of the most loved children in this world. They decided not to try again. I don't know that I could have made that decision. I'm too selfish. I am so glad that there are people who adopt. I'm adopted. God knows I think it is an absolutely amazing thing... I wanted my own. I needed her. I may be broken, but I'm certainly not going to be able to do it if I don't try.<br />
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We are trying. We have been trying since January. The trying part is fun. The negative pregnancy tests are not fun. Last month I was seven days late. No go. Seven days! Who does that? The month before I was five days late... seven still feels like more of an insult. I'm scared. Yes, Lily is here and happy and healthy, but what if she is a fluke? What if she was a gift for perseverance and now I'm being greedy? What if... What if?<br />
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I miss the hubbs. He's his own brand of crazy, but he calms mine. Two weeks is too long. He is finishing up his semester and heading here. I feel bad because I think I end every conversation with "come home now." I don't mean it. I just feel it. We function better together. We are a good team. I like that. I like that a lot. We have so many friends that are married and don't hardly even like their spouses... It's weird. He's my best friend.<br />
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So yeah... He needs to come home and we need to move. Right now Lily and I are staying with my parents. It's really not bad. Really. The only two hang-ups seem to be that everyone is sick and my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Prairie-County-Flood-of-2011/188299584549981?sk=photos">entire hometown is underwater. Seriously. </a>My whole family is there with the sole exceptions being my parents. They are safe and sound. Well, they are as sound as they were before the flooding anyway. My dad on the other hand... not so much. He's here and physically fine, but worried out of his mind about the rest of them and there is nothing he can do about any of it. This is normal. I get that. Please don't take your frustrations out on me.<br />
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The man has a way of reducing me to tears in a half a sentence. I am damn-near thirty. How can one sentence/ look/ unidentified noise reduce me to a sixteen year old idiot with only two braincells rubbing together? Yeah. It's not been pretty. I know that he doesn't do it intentionally. I would like to exclaim that every question or conversation starter is not an open argument or act of defiance, but that wouldn't help. I'll get over it. Bygones. <br />
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Ally McBeal by the way. Love it. Who knew? I hate when I fall for a show that I swore up and down I would never watch. It's hilarious. Completely enjoyable. Not too heavy, not too fluffy. Fabulous. (at least the first season has been.)<br />
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I have been working on Lily's scrapbook. I am beginning to believe I have a few unresolved emotional issues. I have done May '10-July '10 and had to stop for August because every time I thought about captions for the pictures I got hysterical. My father passed away two days before my birthday, when Lily was six months old. August was the first time he ever held Lily. It is the only photograph I have of him in the last decade. I'm having a hard time with it. The "tougher than that" kid in me keeps slapping little miss "obliviously optimistic and sentimental" and neither are winning. I am taking a break from scrapbooking.<br />
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I suppose I'm back to making tons of baby clothes. Like she doesn't have enough. I am toying with the idea of opening my etsy shop back up and filling it with dresses and tutus and such, but... that's scary.<br />
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Why am I not asleep?<br />
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Sweet dreams.VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-85649808238155080592011-04-16T00:44:00.001-05:002011-04-16T00:45:28.400-05:00Rock on... and on...and on...<br />
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So ask me what super awesome crafty thing I did today. Yeah... Nothing. We went grocery shopping and hung out with some friends. That was awesome. Steak, lots of laughs, and <a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/tangled/">Tangled</a> make for a great night.<br />
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I love that movie by the way. I could watch it over and over. I really expected to hate it, but I loves it. The hubbs and I went to see it while it was still in the theater. We bought it the day it came out. This makes viewing number 5 in a week. It is wonderful. "Frying pans... Who knew?!?!"<br />
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Some days I still think that I am going to wake up and she will have been a dream.<br />
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On a much brighter and more completely random note, the hubbs and I have been having a lot of very interesting conversations lately about life, the universe and everything. Tonight we were driving around with a sleeping baby in the backseat talking about our soundtracks for life and it occurred to me that I am pleased to realize mine changes so often. Not as often as every week or two, but every couple of years I turn around and realize that it has changed. I think that is a great realization for me just because it makes me see that I have changed. My life has changed. My outlook has changed.<br />
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Without further ado I present my current life's soundtrack.<br />
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1. Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root<br />
2. Carry You - Dispatch<br />
3. Ain't No Reason - Brett Dennen<br />
4. Rolling In the Deep - Adele<br />
5. Buffalo Girl - Chris Bathgate<br />
6. Folkin' Around - The Weakerthans<br />
7. Good Man - Josh Ritter<br />
8. January Wedding - Avett Brothers<br />
9. You've Got the Music In You - New Radicals<br />
10. Northern Sky - Nick Drake<br />
11. Mary - Pushstart Wagon<br />
12. View From Heaven - Yellowcard<br />
13. Sigh No More - Mumford and Sons<br />
14. Best of You - Foo Fighters<br />
15. Small Town Kid - Eli Young Band<br />
16. Syrup and Honey - Duffy <br />
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There are others, but I am thinking you get the general picture. I am quite satisfied with the current soundtrack. It suits.<br />
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The hubbs is totally addicted to <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412175/">Medium</a> right now and the wonderful people at <a href="http://www.netflix.com/">Netflix</a> have added it to the instant queue. Rock. What could make that rock harder? Glad you asked. Molly Ringwald is in this episode!<br />
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I don't know that I have much more to say... There is a <a href="http://www.lionsclubs.org/EN/index.php">Lions Club</a> auction in town tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it! Such a great organization.<br />
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On that note I think I will get some rest. (Right after this episode is over!)<br />
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Sweet dreams and happy weekending!VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-84268723466383826872011-04-14T17:37:00.001-05:002011-04-15T12:30:14.095-05:00Here Comes the SunDa um da da. Here comes the sun and I say, it's all right.<br />
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It's a Beatles kind of day. My darling man woke up sick this morning and Lily woke up wild. Every day is an adventure around here. I have been fairly busy the last few days and it has been nice. I made a couple of pairs of pants for Lily and then whipped up some shirts to go with them. The shirts are now in the mail on the way to my friend <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/adeichhorn">Ashley</a> to be monogrammed!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfPWCuH97CwHtyEiFZAuXRNT7EB9qxQOA4ayjWR3y7VtwcmozA0DeM-Mm2ss6JuiRQDDvFETzlJEy0CQzZbgV15MSBdLlXzj3HgIf0ifhPY97mqYsnyM_ZEeU0zLNp4-acepalQezpAKd/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfPWCuH97CwHtyEiFZAuXRNT7EB9qxQOA4ayjWR3y7VtwcmozA0DeM-Mm2ss6JuiRQDDvFETzlJEy0CQzZbgV15MSBdLlXzj3HgIf0ifhPY97mqYsnyM_ZEeU0zLNp4-acepalQezpAKd/s320/IMG_1368.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Yesterday I hung out and put together a quilt top for Lily or whoever comes next. Ok, well I finished all the blocks... Haven't sewn them all together yet, but I'm hoping to get that done today.<br />
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I'm so ready to move. I miss my family. Grrr... At least it is only about a month away.<br />
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The Hubbs just realized that he only has three weeks left of class. I hear this and I think, "Awesome!" Apparently this is a faulty assumption. He proceeded to inform me that three weeks of class left actually meant that he only had three weeks to finish teaching everything he needed to, grade a veritable mountain of essays, tests, and papers, and after that is completed put all those grades into the computer.<br />
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yeah yeah yeah<br />
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No. I'm kidding. It is a lot of work but I still think it is awesome that he is almost done. I have to pack our whole house, plan a birthday party, and play with an amazing kid. I totally have the better end of this deal. Don't get me wrong... I reserve the right to complain about the fact that packing never seems to end, but I know it's not so bad and it is completely worth it in the end.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdSJeNVBN6rJtZ5w5uOL0DZN_KpcyYyAqoh6tL2JIbXiVn7Wr8H62o5I0zbXNnbCtTLeYKcx3GWbGYCqggeD8yHnrUlp1SGe2fesqEkk25TPvyRUKzXVKqzbtCkm-wbx3gfc2CRGnQ0gA/s1600/mob-wives.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdSJeNVBN6rJtZ5w5uOL0DZN_KpcyYyAqoh6tL2JIbXiVn7Wr8H62o5I0zbXNnbCtTLeYKcx3GWbGYCqggeD8yHnrUlp1SGe2fesqEkk25TPvyRUKzXVKqzbtCkm-wbx3gfc2CRGnQ0gA/s320/mob-wives.jpg" width="320" /></a>On to the more bizarre, MobWives? Really? Really America? I seriously almost went into a coma and peed on my couch when I was innocently sitting here watching TV and saw a preview for a new reality show entitled MobWives. Rationally I know it would not be produced if people wouldn't watch it... that doesn't instill a lot of faith in America for me. It is apparently about women with "mob connected" husbands who are in jail. The tag line seems to be "The men do the crime. They do the time."<br />
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I think that's my only super qualm of the day.<br />
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I'm tempted to ignore packing and housework for the day in favor of buying lots of duct tape because I am having dress form envy. Thanks <a href="http://usintejas.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-made-friend.html">Rae</a>.VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-65492191240791688552011-04-07T01:52:00.000-05:002011-04-07T01:52:55.252-05:00Life, Death, & Little DressesI absolutely adore my life. I love that I get to stay at home with my baby and watch her grow. I love that I am married to someone I don't just love, but also respect and genuinely like. I love that I don't have to like him all the time. I love having an awesome best friend who will tell me when I am being irrational or generally an ass. I love that I am close to my mom and dad. I love that my cats are weird and neurotic and love to cuddle.<br />
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I also love that my jaw aches from having my teeth cut out. I love that my husband hates his job. I love that my baby would NOT lay down for a nap today. I love that someone died and that made people dear to me sad. I love that my mom had a crap day at work. I love that I am fighting the battle of the fruit-fly in my kitchen as we speak. I love that my house is in major need of cleaning and that Lily's bed is in the living room because we can't put her in her room.<br />
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No... I'm not twisted... hear me out. It is awesome that my jaw hurts because that means I finally had dental insurance to go to the dentist. It is superfly that the hubbs hates his job because right now he HAS a job to hate, and we don't have to stay. I think everything my baby does is amazing because I am still amazed to have her. I am glad that my husband and brother-in-law had someone so wonderful in their lives when they were growing up that even though she is in an obviously better place they will miss her. Mom's crap day at work is another day that she's alive and on the phone and talking to me. I don't mind fruit-flies because I would rather have fruit-flies than not have any food. I love that my house is filthy because we have a house to live in, and it may irk me to have a crib in the living room, but we have a crib.<br />
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I forget sometimes that I am generally a happier person when I remember to keep things in the right perspective. Remembering that for every sucking thing there are at least 5 really awesome things helps.<br />
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Speaking of total awesomeness (which I was...?)<br />
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Monday the hubbs took Lily to work with him. Crazy right? Apparently she was a very good girl and Mommy took that opportunity to make her lots of fun things!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtLP6yKnJG8K8JDzheO4CccK1QV-pTbmSlT4Wpe9704Qaiu-U-Jk-mlgebJ-kQ-wuCF4iuBCYwdaQ6SVQhiK0mbL7Jf8WERkQz2DLjJ0XHMkxt2kOh9wHGGP35tN7NPZvGaP79XatEG2P/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtLP6yKnJG8K8JDzheO4CccK1QV-pTbmSlT4Wpe9704Qaiu-U-Jk-mlgebJ-kQ-wuCF4iuBCYwdaQ6SVQhiK0mbL7Jf8WERkQz2DLjJ0XHMkxt2kOh9wHGGP35tN7NPZvGaP79XatEG2P/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" width="239" /></a></div>It seemed that as long as I could keep busy I didn't think about how bad my mouth hurt. I kept busy. Way busy.<br />
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Then Tuesday rolled right on around and I finally faced my fear of the ruffle. That's right. I am 27 years old and had never sewn a ruffle. Well, it didn't suck. I now wish to ruffle everything. I think I will.<br />
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Anywho... I tell you that to tell you this: I have made a deal with myself. I will only buy a new pattern once I have made 3 of the previously purchased pattern. I've been sewing a lot! Without further ado...<br />
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Soooo... today I made nothing except for a trip to Wal*Mart. Woot Wahoo... I did buy new pinking shears and a ton of tulle and ribbon and fabric and other things I "needed".<br />
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I must sleep. I only just realized it is ten of two and the hubbs is leaving at seven in the morning. Suck.<br />
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Good night! Sweet dreams!<br />
Remember... It could suck worse... You could not have a sewing machine.VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-62898786157246952552011-04-03T23:00:00.000-05:002011-04-03T23:00:04.852-05:00Without Wisdom TeethInterestingly enough I have been doing a whole lot of nothing today because my mouth is still not quite cooperating! On the up most of up notes, the hubbs went to pick up Lily from her grandparents' house and it is nice to have her home. I know they have only been keeping her for three days, but I would swear that she is bigger and more coordinated than she was on Thursday night! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjwc4y5NCuXRll2ChTn2yo_dXWflHoq_PMT4rS_ivD7FRzxQowx64WsHzIs374B0Lv1J2gWuRsxnO1axHPFsVAnUE1ghK2HsVd_Nv_1omhD0IJyCAG_7Xrvknag-fPrPOmHwmwqjXAFcn/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjwc4y5NCuXRll2ChTn2yo_dXWflHoq_PMT4rS_ivD7FRzxQowx64WsHzIs374B0Lv1J2gWuRsxnO1axHPFsVAnUE1ghK2HsVd_Nv_1omhD0IJyCAG_7Xrvknag-fPrPOmHwmwqjXAFcn/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The only bummer about having her home is not being able to play. She's a little to rough and tumble for Mom's face right now! She is learning to pull up and keep her wobbly little legs under her and that is too much fun to watch. Daddy time seems to be pretty awesome as far as she is concerned at the moment, if that is any consolation.<br />
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I feel like I have been on the couch for a month. I miss my sewing machine. I may not be the world's most awesome seamstress, but I have a lot of fun with it! I am a little obsessed with a pattern that I got at <a href="http://www.youcanmakethis.com/">You Can Make This</a> a week or so ago. It is too easy and I have enough fabric to last a while... Why not, right?<br />
It seems to me that when your baby is a "baby" everyone wants to buy clothes... then they hit about 10 months old and it is out with the clothes and in with the toys. That's fine. We have toys to our eyeballs... and a naked baby!<br />
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I've been making 12 and 18 month dresses and shirts because I have absolutely no clothes in that size and it irks me to buy something I can make.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VVwQ82Mmna6w-8QUWcxfdVngy6rNJd-0RHDCKKvcqKBv6NSUddtlr-L3_w6-S_klugplaOoMxNlHrMm8UjNOy8Z2mf1Z0_WQ0nQAGbbDVxejgzEk4_oQnyitEW37ZkNb_AKPJwH2SVDJ/s1600/IMG_1227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VVwQ82Mmna6w-8QUWcxfdVngy6rNJd-0RHDCKKvcqKBv6NSUddtlr-L3_w6-S_klugplaOoMxNlHrMm8UjNOy8Z2mf1Z0_WQ0nQAGbbDVxejgzEk4_oQnyitEW37ZkNb_AKPJwH2SVDJ/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I am loving this little pattern. It is so simple and takes next to no time to whip up. It helps that I adore things that are reversible. Sewing linings seems like wasted time to me because no one sees it. *irrational... i know* Now that I have made a few of them I am ready to start playing around with applique and some trimmings and contrast panels, but I have to admit that absolutely nothing about this plain jane little dress bothers me. It's too cute just the way it is. <br />
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Well... I'm going to take my throbbing jaw to bed!<br />
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Have a fabulous night!VintageTwilighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09891993148115794569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655702281705584452.post-22110877609967090572011-04-03T12:31:00.000-05:002011-04-03T12:31:07.243-05:00Good Morning!Blog from necessity? Yeah... I had my wisdom teeth extracted on the 1st. It hurts to talk... So... If you can't talk then type!<br />
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I have been entertaining the idea of starting a new blog for a while now, but I never really had the time to set it all up. I am probably going to come out of my pain medicine induced haze and have to redo all of my settings and sidebars, and that's ok.<br />
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I wanted to do a blog for projects and new recipes. I wanted somewhere to post the cutie-pie things I am making for Lily and somewhere to share the awesome tutorials that other bloggers so generously post on their sites!<br />
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I am also starting on my big yearly project! This will be "Project Lily". I am going to do 12 projects in 12 months for Lily's bedroom. I am super excited about the projects I have picked out! I hope you like them too!<br />
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I'm off to eat some Jell-O and put some ice on my chipmunk cheeks!<br />
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