tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44059285958871606072024-03-14T04:22:50.101-07:00:::the Stephen(sons):::and Lilah girlGrowing our family of two boys and a baby girl with the help of Gods grace, lots of chocolate, and naps. Always naps.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-29575883438374282792014-11-03T12:14:00.001-08:002014-11-03T12:14:57.938-08:00Sassypants<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/11/03/596.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/11/03/s_596.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilah is at the funniest age. She is so full of spunk, runs everywhere, and bosses the boys around like she's 10 years old. Her favorite buddy is "Doomer" and she wakes up in the mornings saying, "Doomer...I coming!!". <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/11/03/597.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/11/03/s_597.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We do devotions every morning and after our bible story, Fin and Cole will each say a little prayer of their own. We've let Lilah start saying her own prayer which basically consists of her moving her lips with no noise coming out for an indefinite amount of time and then her proudly shouting "'Men!". It takes a lot for the boys and I not to laugh out loud during this time. <br />The problem is is after her little prayer she gets Furious when it's the next boys turn. She takes it personally and runs full speed yelling at them, "no, no, NO!". I've instructed the boys to just ignore her and I correct her saying she has to take turns but she is pretty persistent. Last week she was so mad at Cole for praying after her that she started yanking his Crocs off of him mid-prayer,causing him to fall of the couch. We died laughing at that and she was still SO mad. Apparently other peoples prayers offend her :)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/11/03/598.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/11/03/s_598.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The other day I heard her little voice in my closet saying, "help me! Help me!" And I found her stuck in my nursing bra that was hanging from the closet door. She was trying to escape and it kept pulling her back like a slingshot :)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/11/03/599.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/11/03/s_599.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />While she has just as much spunk as the boys did at this age, she has her own sassy flair too and she cracks all of us up daily. I have to tell the boys to not let her boss them bc it's not good for her to think she's in charge of the world. <br />How we ever loved without our Lilah, I have no idea.<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-27846089033779623472014-10-12T18:06:00.001-07:002014-10-12T18:06:58.690-07:00Early Fall HappeningsBetween getting used to being dog owners....and loving it, we've been...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/927.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_927.jpg' border='0' width='612' height='612' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Keeping our snapping practice. Can't stop, won't stop.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/928.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_928.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Trying on our first tutu from Nanny.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/929.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_929.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/930.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_930.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Visiting the Farmers Market for our annual pumpkin visit with the Arnolds. Boy did I miss my Fin boy that day!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/931.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_931.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/932.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_932.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Snuggling with dad where shirts are optional.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/933.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_933.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And hanging out with cousins waiting on Baby Charlie to get here. Any day now and these babies won't be the babies of the family anymore...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/934.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_934.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-61995514966709773932014-10-12T18:01:00.001-07:002014-10-12T18:01:41.104-07:00Grandma's 60thLast week we celebrated Denise turning 60 at Crowder Park. We grilled out, the kids all played on scooters, counted turtles, and caught crickets with Pat. It was a great evening to celebrate her and in true Denise fashion, she brought all the kids little pumpkins from Trader Joes that were all painted into cute faces. Cole's Bear pumpkin pretty much made his life :o) Great time with family!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/925.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_925.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/926.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_926.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-9910402471867687022014-10-12T17:30:00.001-07:002014-10-12T17:30:52.070-07:00Sooooo we got a dog..Oh Boomer. I swore I wouldn't do it. I said NO WAY until our fence was complete and everyone in the house was potty trained. But in the end, I was the one who found and brought Boomer into our home. And I even might love him the most.<br />I saw on Facebook that a friend was giving away theyre 11 month Golden Doodle puppy and it stuck with me. Part of the reason I haven't agreed to a dog and I seriously cannot abide shedding. Like I will die if I sit on my own couch and get up covered in dog hair. Baby throw up, fine. A mushed banana, Not suprising. But dog hair...oh the injustice.<br />So when I saw that they were giving away a golden doodle I was interested b/c I know they don't shed. I also know they are ranked like the BEST family dog, and that we would never be able to afford that type of breed. I sent a pic of Pat at work and asked if he liked the look of the dog, totally on a whim. I then emailed my friend and asked if the dog was available for us to try out, but I was sure he wasn't b/c I saw tons of people asking her for him.<br />She emailed back saying he was available and I headed out the next day with Lilah to pick him up for a trial period.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/896.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_896.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />As soon as the dog hopped out of my car and the boys saw him (they thought we were watching a friends dog for the weekend), I knew this was no trial period.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/897.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_897.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We all have fallen in love with Boomer. He is such a gentle, fluffy dog and goes everywhere with us. Including carpool :o) Fin loves opening up the door and seeing Boomer sitting in his booster seat.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/898.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_898.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Boomer loves the kids and follows them wherever they go.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/899.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_899.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He goes on every walk we go on.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/900.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_900.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />But the person that's fallen the most in love is Ms. Lilah Jane. Ohhhhh she loves this puppy. And tortures him. But I kinda think their love is mutual.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/10/12/901.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/10/12/s_901.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-27442214638019535892014-09-29T12:12:00.001-07:002014-09-29T12:12:02.724-07:00Sillies, smooches and teacher workdaysCole disappeared for 10 seconds in Target and reappeared as this. Oh Target Halloween costumes, you never fail us.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/388.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_388.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilah found this Olaf bucket, shrieked, "SUMMER!!", and took off like a bat out of hell around the store. It's true love.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/389.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_389.jpg' border='0' width='436' height='436' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fin had a teacher workday Thursday and I looooved pal-ing around town with my three amigos for the day. We played at a playground, met Nanny for lunch, and enjoyed being lazy in our Jammie's.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/390.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_390.jpg' border='0' width='456' height='456' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/391.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_391.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wagon rides are her love language.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/392.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_392.jpg' border='0' width='360' height='360' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />True loves kiss<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/393.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_393.jpg' border='0' width='480' height='480' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Nothing makes me feel like a good mom more then letting them do art projects. THe mess never equals the amount of time spent.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/394.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_394.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I found Lilah laying on my bathroom floor, rolling around with my open shampoo bottle, singing, "everybody dance now". She's special that one...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/29/395.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/29/s_395.jpg' border='0' width='480' height='480' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-82143941897523565792014-09-21T18:26:00.001-07:002014-09-21T18:26:11.232-07:00Coleys birthdayPat and I got to sneak away for a little date night at a wedding in September. Beautiful wedding and such a sweet time together.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/781.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_781.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Whyyyyy do they love morning so. Whyyyyy.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/782.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_782.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/783.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_783.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Then this bear decided to turn 4. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/784.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_784.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cole has as much personality as you can pack into a 4 year old.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/785.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_785.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He has high highs and low lows. He expresses everything he is feeling. He will tackle anyone before they go out the door for a "kiss and hug" regardless of how well he knows them. He believes he's a bear and talks fondly of his bear family at the zoo and how he wants to visit them soon. He asks to wear his "bear feet" when he's outside which means he wants to take off his shoes. He's allowed to have one roar every morning when he wakes up and then no more roars for the rest of the day. He is still totally attached to his "blank blank" and can't go to sleep without it. He loves with his whole heart. His Sunday school teacher Ms. Lauren told me that he rubbed her cheek during Sunday School one more morning and looked up to tell her, "But, I wuv you Ms. Lauren". Whenever we leave Nanny's house, he immediately tears up and says how much he will miss Nanny and usually cries the first five minutes of our carride home. I hope he always has a tender heart like this. He's our little lover.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/786.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_786.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='273' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The day before his birthday we dressed up like pirates to get our free doughnuts from Krispy Kreme for pirate day.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/787.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_787.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/788.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_788.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It was Coley's year for party and he chose to have a birthday party with my family at Mellow Mushroom. He loves his aunts and Nanny and Pops so much that it was all his favorite people on one room.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/789.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_789.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/790.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_790.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/791.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_791.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/792.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_792.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Uncle Will with his posse.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/793.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_793.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/794.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_794.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/795.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_795.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/796.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_796.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Aunt Sarah tracked down a bear bow tie per his request. SO funny. He was thrilled to death.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/797.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_797.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/798.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_798.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/799.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_799.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pops and Nanny with their grandkids. Only a few more weeks until Charlie is added to the mix...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/800.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_800.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-36363431573185344852014-09-21T18:15:00.001-07:002014-09-21T18:15:20.150-07:00What our days look like now...It felt SO weird in the beginning to rewind time and have just a three year old and 1 year old at home. It feels very sweet and slow paced now. I can focus more on Cole and his little likes and dislikes now that there isn't competition between him and Fin for talking time with me. Because boy do they both like to talk...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/765.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_765.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Carpool lines with Sonic drinks are a pretty regular thing. So is watching Frozen to kill time.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/766.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_766.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />They moved Lilah up to the toddler room the same day Fin went to kindergarten. Because clearly they were trying to kill me.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/767.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_767.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/768.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_768.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/769.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_769.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/770.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_770.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/771.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_771.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Legos are his life.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/772.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_772.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/773.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_773.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-10947750063433081392014-09-21T18:10:00.001-07:002014-09-21T18:10:37.924-07:00FirstsFin went to Kindergarten. And I lived to tell about it. And he is thriving and so happy so all of those sleepless nights and tears (from me) were for naught.<br /><br />First we got a babysitter and took him school shopping.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/750.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_750.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> All ready for meet the teacher day.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/751.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_751.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Big boys.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/752.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_752.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/753.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_753.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I mean, they did this naturally walking into school. Stab me in the heart!!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/754.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_754.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Everyone insisted on being in the first day of school picture. Come as a team, leave as a team.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/755.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_755.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />SO grateful his best bud is in his class. Made it so much easier on my mama heart.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/757.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_757.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/758.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_758.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />To throw a little more firsts into the mix...Cole had his first Dentist appt and Fin had his first cavity found :o) dang it...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/759.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_759.jpg' border='0' width='612' height='612' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-65018708994374925372014-09-21T18:03:00.001-07:002014-09-21T18:03:55.877-07:00Fin turns 6It wasn't Fin's year for a party this year, but I'd say he had a pretty fabulous day anyways. We hit up the Lego store for the first time which pretty much made his and Cole's life.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/721.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_721.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/722.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_722.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We spent a good 40 min in the store trying to decide what to buy with this birthday money. 40 minutes....of chasing Lilah.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/723.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_723.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Nicole and baby Kate came to meet us and Kate was totally smitten with Fin and Cole, as per usual.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/724.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_724.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/725.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_725.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/726.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_726.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You know it's your birthday if Mama will play Candyland with you. Because Mama hates the board games, this I know.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/727.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_727.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Frosting sneaker.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/728.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_728.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Birthday candle fail.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/729.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_729.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We did a Stephenson birthday celebration the following week where we celebrated a bunch of family birthdays. Better known as Christmas in September.<br />Please note Lilah sneaking away with Cole's new ninja turtle pillow.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/730.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_730.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />What Mom? I was just holding it.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/732.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_732.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Crazy fun Grandma cake.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/733.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_733.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Waiting to blow out candles.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/734.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_734.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Token adorbs Lilah pic.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/736.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_736.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-24994203597977471172014-09-21T17:56:00.001-07:002014-09-21T17:56:25.421-07:00Around the town.Sassafras<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/709.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_709.jpg' border='0' width='199' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I'm sure when they built Tijuana Flats, they envisioned toddlers scaling the outside walls :o)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/710.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_710.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Grandmas newest grandchild...Chloe Rose<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/711.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_711.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/712.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_712.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Library day blessed silence.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/713.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_713.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pats dream came true when he finally brought a hoop home. Fin is obsessed with shooting and even set up a chair and ice water for me outside one morning so I would sit and watch him.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/714.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_714.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Last fundays of summer. Pullen Park with friends.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/715.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_715.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You can make a room a girl room...but you can't keep the boys out.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/717.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_717.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilahs pretty smitten with the new baby.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/720.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_720.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-62645114054504956102014-09-21T17:36:00.001-07:002014-09-21T17:36:15.814-07:00Apex Lake<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/695.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_695.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/696.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_696.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/697.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_697.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/698.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_698.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-18057286374667217162014-09-21T17:34:00.001-07:002014-09-21T17:34:29.230-07:00The big move and July pics<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/665.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_665.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Found her feeding her baby a yogurt smoothie in her room. Melt me.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/666.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_666.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Our new house!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/667.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_667.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Taking the kids there the day we found out it was ours.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/668.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_668.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />My sanity in the move<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/669.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_669.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/670.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_670.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Our all time favorite Lilah face ever.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/671.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_671.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cow day...4 years strong.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/672.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_672.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/673.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_673.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Tagging clothes for the consignment sale....while moving...I lost my mind.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/674.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_674.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Great day of relaxation at the Salmons house in Rose Hill. Much needed break from moving craziness.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/675.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_675.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/676.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_676.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Oh, and our dryer broke broke the week of our move. Yea...that happened.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/677.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_677.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/678.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_678.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pat's 30th birthday!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/679.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_679.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />First piggies.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/680.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_680.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/681.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_681.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/682.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_682.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Accidental matching<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/683.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_683.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Checking out the new digs.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/684.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_684.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The first night we had the pack the moving truck it was 1030 pm and the skies opened up the second we started bringing out boxes. Things got ugly fast...I'm not gonna lie.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/685.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_685.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Last morning in our house.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/686.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_686.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Living at Nannys and Pops for a few days in between homes. We never wanted to leave. No really...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/687.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_687.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/688.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_688.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/689.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_689.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/690.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_690.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/691.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_691.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Multiple Kings of the Castles...not enough dirty rascals.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/692.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_692.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/693.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_693.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/694.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_694.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-89870338901837596602014-09-21T17:25:00.001-07:002014-09-21T17:25:20.868-07:00Beach 2014This year at the beach, we arrived truly exhausted from getting our house ready to go on the market, and anxious to see what would happen with that while we were vacationing. It took up a lot of our thoughts but we still had a great time, minus a hurricane coming one night. Fin was a true water boy spending all his time out there. Cole was content in the sand. Lilah was crazy child as always, getting into everything and anything.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/620.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_620.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/621.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_621.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/622.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_622.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='251' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/623.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_623.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/624.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_624.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/625.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_625.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/626.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_626.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/627.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_627.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/628.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_628.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/629.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_629.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/630.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_630.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/631.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_631.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/632.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_632.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/633.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_633.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='183' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/634.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_634.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/635.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_635.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='169' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/636.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_636.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pat stole Caits bear one night and sent this random pic<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/637.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_637.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/638.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_638.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/639.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_639.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/640.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_640.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />beach naps<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/641.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_641.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/642.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_642.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/643.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_643.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/644.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_644.jpg' border='0' width='239' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/645.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_645.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Nakey beach baby kisses<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/646.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_646.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Introducing Pops to Frozen<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/647.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_647.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/648.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_648.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/649.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_649.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/650.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_650.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/651.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_651.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />July 4th babies<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/652.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_652.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/653.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_653.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/654.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_654.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-58577063116482127082014-09-21T17:19:00.001-07:002014-09-21T17:19:00.753-07:00Whoa Nellyohmywordi'msobehind. Our summer was....SO VERY BUSY. So much going on. I"m cutting myself a break here and doing mainly just photos to catch up. Otherwise I'll have to pull an overnighter to write all the updates and Mama needs her sleep!<br /> Let's start with Late June, early July...<br /><br />We had Kids Week at church the week before the beach. This was Cole's first year being able to go and my first year volunteering. Add in that we decided last second to use that week to get our house ready to put on the market....it was an insane, tiring, awesome week. The kids LOOOOVED Kids Week, and while it was fun volunteering w/ friends...I think all of us women agree to have the dads volunteer next year ;o) we're all about equality...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/606.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_606.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/607.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_607.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/608.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_608.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/609.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_609.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/610.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_610.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/611.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_611.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/09/21/612.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/09/21/s_612.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-50520251553880699842014-06-18T19:14:00.001-07:002014-06-18T19:14:16.875-07:00Timeless<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/747.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_747.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Today I took the kids to the park and greenway in the neighborhood that Pat grew up in- Annie Jones Park. We just had the best morning. We went into it with zero expectations, knowing that we may only be there for 15 minutes bc it might be blazing hot. It was actually surprisingly cool and we played on the little park before we went trekking through the woods in search of rocks and creeks.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/748.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_748.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I used to love walking this greenway with Pat while we were dating and he would point out spots where he would ride his bike in the dark or the bridge where he would hide warm beer under while he was a teenager. The boys were in heaven throwing rocks in the creek and searching for bugs.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/749.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_749.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilah was very offended I wouldn't let her climb off the bridge into the creek to join her brothers. I'm mean like that.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/750.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_750.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />So she settled for pushing her stroller a good half mile down the path.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/751.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_751.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/752.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_752.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fin is a little scared of balancing so I told him if he put his hands up, he would be able to balance better :)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/753.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_753.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/754.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_754.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cole always show his muscles when you tell him he's big.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/755.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_755.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pushing your own stroller is hard work.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/18/756.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/18/s_756.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Being in the woods with my kids just feeds my soul. There is something about getting so much enjoyment over something so simple. <br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-56503741083466779362014-06-16T17:17:00.001-07:002014-06-16T17:17:01.567-07:00What's wrong with this picture?He's such a help to me while I make the bed...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/16/896.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/16/s_896.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pat had one job: get Lilah dressed in her suit. Results: suit backwards with straps mixed up.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/16/897.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/16/s_897.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilah got kicked out of their fort after about 2 seconds and yanking down sheets at a frantic rate.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/16/898.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/16/s_898.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />She's an imp but man is she cute.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/16/899.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/16/s_899.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-22683798852936268262014-06-11T18:36:00.001-07:002014-06-11T18:36:18.329-07:00The Worst bug I've ever seen...Poor Coley is just coming out of the worst virus I've ever seen. He threw up for 5 days straight until we finally had to take him into the ER for IV fluids. It was absolutely heartbreaking. He completely stopped talking at all except for "yes" or "no" answers. He would just lie wherever you put him and just sleep or stare at the wall, even being too listless to watch TV. When Cole is too sick to watch Mickey Mouse, we go into full panic mode.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/849.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_849.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Day and Night he would throw up until he was so incredibly week and keeping no fluids down. Everyday we kept thinking he would wake up and start to perk up but he just kept getting weaker and weaker.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/850.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_850.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I was actually SO relieved when I finally took him into the ER. He was a trooper and started perking up as soon as the IV started pumping Zofran and fluids into him. My friend Natalie was a godsend and came to keep me company at the hospital and brought me dinner since Pat was home with the other kids. SJ visited as well and it made the time pass really quickly. When we got home, Cole immediately conked out in our bed and later that night when I went to move him and I picked him up, he was drenched in sweat. It was such a shocking feeling for me to feel moisture on him and I was immediately so relieved. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/851.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_851.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He's gotten his energy back now and we are in Project "Fatten Coley Up" mode. As many calories as we can cram into him in a day, we are. It should be a fun icecream filled summer for him :o)<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-23804818100007523712014-06-11T18:27:00.001-07:002014-06-11T18:27:31.133-07:00Summer So FarSummer so far has been pretty fantastic. We are living outdoors, opting for sandwiches at the pool over cooked dinners at home, struggling to keep up with damp towels and swim trunks, spraying each other with hoses (except death to anyone who sprays Ms. Sassypants), and crashing hard at night with chlorine in our hair and sun-kissed skin. <br /><br />Fin discovered he was spiderman which always foreshadows a nice ER trip in our future. You heard it here first...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/828.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_828.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We do Y and pool most mornings and come home just in time to crash hard for naps.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/829.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_829.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/830.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_830.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Coley clearly is a big fan of summer park trips...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/831.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_831.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We celebrated Sarah becoming teacher of the Year at Kanki.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/832.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_832.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fin discovered he is the butterfly whisperer. He loved to walk around our house with a smirk on his face and you would look at him wondering what he was up to until you noticed he had little butterflies just hanging off of him like it was no biggie.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/833.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_833.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilah perfected the art of posing for the camera...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/834.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_834.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/835.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_835.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />As well as the sassy hip pop pose.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/836.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_836.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And also has been taking her baby dolls for a ride in her shopping cart at least 4 times a day. Sometimes she gets sick of them though and chucks them onto the sidewalk mid-ride. She's such a good mama.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/837.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_837.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/838.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_838.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Summer buzz cuts are mandatory every few weeks...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/839.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_839.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/840.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_840.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sometimes we push the limits on naptime a little bit and this happens...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/841.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_841.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And also this...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/842.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_842.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />When we are not at home, we are usually at the pool. Lilah finally is allowing herself to be IN the pool instead of running on the sidelines.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/843.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_843.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/844.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_844.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And we celebrated this little cutie turning 1...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/845.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_845.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />But somebody might have been confused about whose party it actually was.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/06/11/846.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/06/11/s_846.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-68734967162548235432014-05-23T19:08:00.001-07:002014-05-23T19:08:41.655-07:00Everyday life<br />Just some snapshots of the past month. Some need captions, others are more along the lines of, "my kids are weird"...<br /><br />By far the biggest blessing of the year to us was our bible study. Seriously, I love love love each couple in our bible study. It has been such a blessing to do life daily with them and they are just so fun to hang out with. Not to mention how grateful I am for my kids to have kids to play with that come from Godly families.<br />We had our end of year dinner with bstudy before we break for the summer. Which basically means we won't have formal meetings every week but "hey i'll still see you at the Y everyday and play with you at your pool every afternoon" :o)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/714.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_714.jpg' border='0' width='360' height='360' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/715.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_715.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Nicole and Rob announced they have a little Charlie on the way at Goodberry's. I'm so thrilled. Little boys are the best.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/716.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_716.jpg' border='0' width='360' height='360' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />As soon as they announced it, Lilah was sooo excited and started clapping b/c everyone else was cheering. It was so funny.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/717.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_717.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This one needs no caption.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/718.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_718.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/719.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_719.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/720.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_720.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-49713389250355205142014-05-23T19:01:00.001-07:002014-05-23T19:01:35.995-07:00Fin's Preschool GraduationHe graduated. From Preschool. I don't want to talk about it. But he LOVED today. I think it made him feel so so grown and big. He just kept saying, "I just can't believe in my mind that I am GRADUATED now". Like this was college level stuff to him :O) I love that he's inherited my sense of being dramatic. <br />Some family members came out which he was so tickled about and it was a great day to make him feel loved and special. He's not smiling in his graduation pics b/c he said it was a serious time. Oh my word, this kid :o)<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/708.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_708.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/709.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_709.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/710.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_710.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/711.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_711.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />He has been so into hanging with Pat lately and tagging along with everything he does that at the end of his graduation day he said, "You know, I'm not really Daddy's son anymore and he's not like my dad. We're just buddies". <br />I'm dead. I died from all the love and cuteness.<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-4358566082241132292014-05-23T18:46:00.000-07:002014-05-23T18:55:13.325-07:00<br />Lilah Jane at 14 months is on the same track as her older two brothers. She is a climbing, dancing, running, tripping, screeching (Oh, the screeching), hi-fiving, open mouth kissing spitfire. She starts the day running and ends each day in a competition with you who can say "night night" last. Seeing as her father and I are two very stubborn people who have created a stubborn person, that game goes on for a looooong time. <br /> When Fin was this age I remember pulling at my hair and thinking, "WHERE did my chill baby go. Why is he so moody and nutso and WHY won't he stay in a highchair at a restaurant". I seriously wondered if he was bi-polar. Now, having gone through this 3 times now, I'm not frustrated, just kind of wishing I liked coffee and kinda super grateful that Jesus invented nap times so that I can sit down :o)<br /> I remember that this is a stage. A fun, exhausting, chasing stage where she is testing each limit to know where it is. And she's doing it while running. So when she's asking for "num nums" every five minutes or saying, "Eh, Eh, Eh" all the live long day when she wants something or freaking out when we open the front door b/c she wants to go outside...I truly am just soaking it all in and remembering how fast these days are flying and that in a few months, she will find her new norm as a little person not a baby and settle in. Here's hoping she does it before our beach trip though because homegirl has a LOUD opinion about sand right now...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/690.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_690.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/691.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_691.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/692.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_692.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/693.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_693.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/694.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_694.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-89083354623883347642014-05-23T18:26:00.001-07:002014-05-23T18:26:44.671-07:00Strawberry Picking and Mothers Day<br />We met up with some friends and went strawberry picking with the kids. It was a little different this year because instead of having a newborn sleeping peacefully in her carseat as the breeze kept her cool, I had a third child scaling the rows, picking green strawberries trying to sample them, and causing general mayhem :o) It did at most times feel like all three kids were going in opposite directions, especially when Fin lost our almost full bucket in the fields and we had to start picking all over again, but we made memories goshdarnit!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/665.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_665.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/666.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_666.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />When you tell a Coley not to stomp strawberries into the ground to make jelly, this is what you get...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/667.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_667.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The next day was Mothers Day celebration at Mom and Dads and it was extra special because Uncle Tom and Aunt Cathy were in town to celebrate. We looooove when they come to visit. Cole especially took a liking to them and snuggled right in. Literally :o)<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/668.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_668.jpg' border='0' width='360' height='360' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/669.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_669.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The tickle bug got him...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/670.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_670.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/671.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_671.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />On actual Mother's Day I was treated to flowers, candy, lots of hugs and kisses and dinner out at On the Border. To this day, cole will randomly still say, "Happy Mothers Day" to me. Usually when he's sleepy or not feeling well but I'll take it as long as I can :o)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/672.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_672.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-53247109453755539312014-05-23T18:17:00.001-07:002014-05-23T18:17:25.911-07:00Zoo DayWe had the most amazing day at the zoo with Aunt Cait, Aunt Nicole and baby Kate, and Nanny. I'd been promising the boys we would go forever and I wanted to do it before it got too hot. I didn't really have any expectations, either good or bad. I figured it would be a lot of walking...we would be lucky to see some animals up close maybe. But the day far exceeded my expectations. The kids did great and were GIDDY that we were there. My greatest memory is the first animals we saw were an ostrich and giraffe up close and the kids were freaking out and Fin was manically giggling, "I cant even believe this". I'm positive seeing things through kids eyes makes it more enjoyable then even being a kid yourself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/649.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_649.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/650.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_650.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/651.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_651.jpg' border='0' width='360' height='360' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/652.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_652.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/653.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_653.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/654.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_654.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/655.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_655.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/656.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_656.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/657.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_657.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/658.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_658.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/659.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_659.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/660.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_660.jpg' border='0' width='360' height='360' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/661.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_661.jpg' border='0' width='246' height='246' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/662.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_662.jpg' border='0' width='344' height='344' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We ended the day with sleepy Nanny snuggles. Success all around.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/23/663.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/23/s_663.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-76992916845809118212014-05-07T05:32:00.001-07:002014-05-07T05:32:21.676-07:00Kid-ismsKind of crazy to think I started recording Fin's funny little sayings a couple of years back and now I have 3 talking kids who all say ridiculous and funny things a hundred times a day. Heaven help me with the talking though... Sometimes all three are babbling at me at the same time and I literally cant even form a thought in my head.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/127.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_127.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lilah has such a funny little personality to her already. She lives in a very self centered world where anyone and everyone is named "Lilah". If she gives you something (and most of the time she is an Indian giver), she will hand it to you saying, "Dere go Yiyah" (There you go Lilah). She is my little extrovert like Cole and will wave to strangers as we are shopping saying, "Hi, Yiyah! Hi, Yiyah!" (Hi, Lilah). By golly if you're not going to say hi to her, she will say hi to herself. That way she'll never be alone :o)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/128.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_128.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/129.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_129.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cole cracks us up on a daily basis. The boy has a certain flare about him and his imagination is NOT an imagination to him. It is his reality. <br />He really believes he is a bear because we've always called him "Coley Bear". He has been preferring bare feet lately which I thought was a little funny because he is usually all about wearing his "new basketball shoes" which are now 6 months old and totally beat up. I finally realized the reason for his preference when we were at the park last week and he asked if he could take off his shoes and put on his "bear feet". He thought this whole time that bare feet=bear feet. Pat and I looked at each other and laughed so hard.<br />He also has the sweetest heart and is constantly picking flowers for me. Everyday I get up to ten flowers. When he's at the Y playing outside, everytime I pick him up he immediately hands me a little crumpled, wilted flower that he's been holding in his hand for an hour waiting for me. It melts me every time. What cracks me up though is he calls these weeds, or dandelions, "food lions". You can guess which grocery store we frequent often ;o) nothing's cuter then him coming up to me saying, "I picked you some Food Lion's mommy".<br />Cole also likes to take a walk on the wild side when it comes to bed time. He's all about taking risks. Last night I put the boys down with strict instructions to not get out of bed. A half hour later I'm on the couch and I hear their door creak open and Cole's little head peep out into the hall with a grin on his face. I looked at him with my best poker face and he comes flying at me in his huge nightshirt, plops himself on the couch next to me and sticks his little foot out. "Look at these bad boys. My toenails are sooo HUGE". Seriously people, WHO can keep a straight face in response to that. He is so stinkin funny at this stage.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/130.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_130.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='277' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(Yes, he's a pirate here)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/131.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_131.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fin has graduated from cute little kid sayings to hilarious thoughtful observations. My favorite thing about him is his innocence. He is always thinking through everything he sees and hears, and let me tell you, he hears EVERYTHING, but its with such a young mind still. Thank you Lord. <br />Pat the other day was riding with Fin in his truck. Fin had sniffed out that Pat had gum in his truck and asked for a piece:<br />Pat: Fin you have a nose like those drug sniffing dogs.<br />Fin: What are drugs?<br />Pat: (Oh, crap) They are just something that's bad for you.<br />Fin: oohhhhhhhh, Like Root Beer?<br />Pat: Eh, a little worse then root beer. That's not bad for you, it's just unhealthy.<br />Fin: Ohhhhhh I get it.....So, drugs are like cotton candy?<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/132.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_132.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He came out of his room this morning and immediately said, "I know the queen of England is like really really old so I'm confused how she was able to have that little baby Prince?". #1....SO RANDOM. #2......Good observation.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/05/07/133.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/05/07/s_133.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />These kids...they may give me my first gray hairs but I think I'm also collecting a lot of laugh lines as well so we'll call it a draw.<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405928595887160607.post-36492329402529250732014-04-27T17:12:00.001-07:002014-05-07T04:54:38.028-07:00Things I will never be ok with...At my baby shower with Fin, a close family friend Ms. Becky, gave a great talk about not mourning the stages with kids. Her basic point was to look forward to each new stage, embrace it and love it and don't look behind you at what is now over. <br /><br />I'm not going to lie, that is my BIGGEST struggle as a mom. I love these little years so, SO much. I love being needed in their neediest of ways. Feeding Lilah, having Cole needing to be pressed up against me whenever he is watching cartoons, Fin asking me every morning if we can climb back into my bed and snuggle. Snuggle! My oldest boy still loves to unashamedly snuggle with me. Do you know how aware I am that there is a day coming soon when we will cross over to the dark side and he won't ask to do that with me? Although I do admit, that is probably a healthy thing whenever that happens because really, what 25 year old man still snuggles with his mom and is still able to function out in the real world? I challenge you that such a man does not exist.<br /><br />So I always try to keep that advice in the back of my mind when I get sad looking back at old pictures of their baby cheeks and watching videos with their little raspy baby voices. But there are some things that, I'm sorry Ms. Becky, I will NEVER be ok with...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1021.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1021.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a><br /><br /><br />I will never be ok with the fact that one day Cole will rollerskate on his big boy two legs, not needing to hold my hand and not scooting around on his little butt in a target parking lot exclaiming proudly that he's skating!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1022.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1022.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="158" /></a><br /><br /><br />I will never be ok with the fact that one day they won't want to do everything in a pack with each other. Playing at home, playing outside or in restaurants...everywhere we go, we all go together and they play like little puppies with each other. I'm too keenly aware of it right now that our months are numbered when we soonwill be missing our ringleader every day while he's in kindergarten. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1023.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1023.jpg" height="400" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1024.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1024.jpg" height="320" style="margin: 5px;" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1025.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1025.jpg" height="320" style="margin: 5px;" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'll never be ok with the fact that one day they won't all fit on one tire swing. That one day their legs will be too long for that. That they'll all know how to pump their legs back and forth without me yelling, "PUMP!!", and will take turns seeing how far each can jump from their swing in mid air. And yes, I will have a heart attack each time they do that. ER visits ain't cheap...this we know too well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1026.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1026.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'll never be ok knowing that one day when we go to visit stores, the kids will all just file in beside us quietly. This may sound appealing now...but also it sounds a little boring. I'm so used to head counting, finding them in racks of clothes, and telling them that NO, Home Depot is not a playground. There is a lot of laughter in this chaos we are in now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1027.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1027.jpg" height="320" style="margin: 5px;" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br />It will never be ok when the time comes to retire the double stroller. I've used a double stroller for the past 3 1/2 years. Its carried my groceries, sometimes 3 kids, bundled up snow babies and sweaty kids sleepy from an afternoon at the pool. My hands will feel naked when they wont have something to push back and forth in a constant sway to keep babies from being restless.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1028.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1028.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I will never be ok with the fact that they will be so big and tall (stephenson genes) one day and they won't always be small enough to fit in a little play bucket and love every second of water time. Theyll have akward teenage voices and playing with different sizes buckets filled with water probably will no longer keep them occupied for an afternoon, but I probably will still spray them with a hose no matter how old they get they are so there is some comfort in that :o)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1029.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1029.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a><br /><br /><br />I will never be ok with the fact that he won't always be her EVERYTHING. That someday she will look at another guy in that same adoring fashion. That she will follow his every move and be content to just sit near him, like she is with her daddy right now. Lord, PLEASE let him be a man worthy of her. A man who loves you and treasures her for You.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1030.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1030.jpg" height="400" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br />This life is so SO sweet and right, that the future seems insulting to what is right now. But I remind myself that I probably felt this way last year, and the year before that, and so on. And so far it seems to only be getting sweeter so who I am to doubt the One leading us on?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1031.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1031.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/04/27/1032.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/04/27/s_1032.jpg" height="281" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625980701982366264noreply@blogger.com0